Daddy's Bed Vol. I
by Billie Monday


FOREWORD 

It is rare that the public can read such a sensitive and realistic series of 
novels concerning the youth of our generation and the way they grow up. In 
this Three Volume Series, authoress Billie Monday depicts with vivid clarity 
the frustrating, turbulent years of a young girl as she seeks to discover 
the real truth surrounding the mystique of sex. It is even more topical 
today than it was several years ago since the women in this present-day 
society have demanded and received the acceptance that they, too, have 
physical needs as great, if not greater than those of men. However, each 
young girl is raised with the idea that she must be a virgin when she is 
married or pay the price for the rest of her life; yet the parents who 
advocate chastity in their children are often the ones who are guilty of 
adultery themselves. 

Jennifer Rhodes is an excellent example of this mockery, and Mrs. Monday 
describes in poignant detail what goes through the mind of a young girl when 
she is forced to realize that life is not all she has been told it is. Her 
case is a special one in other ways, however, in that her father was a 
well-known, respected and famous actor and the subject for scandal as well 
as for favorable publicity. 

She presents the problems that surround so many young girls, and that is, 
the hero worship of the father in a sibling relationship. It is not 
unnatural for a girl to love or even favor her father, but sometimes it can 
develop into a harmful and almost all-consuming attachment. She becomes 
jealous of her step-mother, her father's mistress and strikes back in the 
only way she thinks would hurt him . . . another man! She learns that she 
can use sex to accomplish many things and starts to use it as a weapon while 
she is still young, and eventually it appears as though it may become her 
way of life. 

She no longer finds her school-mates interesting companions and searches out 
older, more mature relationships which could be her downfall. 

This story is an interesting psychological study that every parent of a 
teen-age girl should read and contemplate. It happens every day, young girls 
experiment with a medium they cannot yet handle and it can twist their whole 
way of thinking. The author's analysis of the sharp and meaningful reactions 
that Jennifer experiences when she is forced into drastically changing 
circumstances is of great sociological value. It points out that all of us 
are prey to the outside influences no matter how strong our moral fiber may 
have been woven. Everyone is subject to falling backwards on the ladder when 
a situation appears hopeless and futile. 

We, the Publishers, feel that this book is an important contribution to the 
literary as well as the psychological field. It proves that there is no 
instant cure-all for the sudden, dramatic changes that have occurred in our 
present day society, no pat formula to give our youth, but it does give us a 
much better insight on how to cope with the situation once it has arisen. 

It is not necessarily a pretty story, but it is a meaningful one that should 
be read and remembered. 

-The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

At seventeen, Jennifer Rhodes was like any other girl her age except she was 
a little prettier, a bit more developed and feigned a sophistication to 
disguise her curiosities, doubts and fears. She had always been sheltered 
from the harsh realities of the world and was sent to boarding school when 
she was twelve. At first the girls in her class had looked up to her tried 
to be her friend because they knew her father was Carter Rhodes, the movie 
idol of the decade, the secret love of women from ten to one hundred, but as 
she got older the girls seemed to resent her, called her a snob and excluded 
her from their activities. Her father had often warned her that there would 
be people who would resent her purely because she was his daughter, but that 
it would all pass, so she shouldn't let it upset her too greatly. She had 
always been close to her father, much closer than she had ever been with her 
mother, in fact she worshipped him and she tried to remember what he had 
told her, but at seventeen it wasn't easy to accept being slighted by one's 
own classmates. 

She couldn't help but notice how the conversations would stop when she 
walked into a room. She couldn't help but hear the snide comments that were 
made when she turned around to leave and go to her own room, yet she was 
determined that they would accept her . . . she would make them accept her! 

There was one girl who had the room down the hall from her who seemed to be 
the ringleader. Jenny saw the girls flock to her room, stay there for hours 
sometimes, yet she had never been invited. The girl was fairly new to the 
school and she had seemed to act as if she knew a lot of things the other 
girls didn't know and maybe this was why the girls were always in her room. 
One Saturday afternoon she decided that she would find out what they talk 
about behind that closed door, so she walked slowly down the hall and 
knocked hesitantly at the door. 

She could hear the scuffling of papers, the slamming of drawers and giggling 
before the girl opened the door. 

"Oh, it's you," she said sarcastically. "What do you want? Going slumming?" 

She just stood there, not knowing what to say, but mustering all her courage 
she finally asked, "Is it all right if I come in?" 

The girls started to giggle again and she shuffled her feet, not knowing 
whether she should go back to her room, or whether she would be invited in. 

"Oh let her come in, Sharon," one of the girls finally said. "Maybe we can 
educate the little girl!" 

Sharon opened the door wider, making a mocking, swooping gesture and ushered 
her into the room. About seven girls were sitting around on the floor, 
talking and laughing and Jenny sat down in the middle of them. 

"I hope you don't mind my being here," she said, "It's just that I decided 
not to go to the movies this afternoon, so I thought I'd join you." 

"Aren't any of your father's pictures playing this week?" Sharon said 
maliciously. 

Jenny lowered her eyes and blushed, half-embarrassed, half-angry at the 
girl's comment. 

"No, they're not." Jenny answered defensively, trying to fight back the 
tears that were welling in her eyes. 

"What's your father like?" one of the other girls asked, and the others 
giggled again. 

"He's the most wonderful man in the world," Jenny said, "and I wish you'd 
let my father out of this. I don't make comments about any of your parents." 

The girls were silent for a few minutes and then Sharon said, "Well, maybe 
this little article will interest you about your wonderful father," and she 
opened the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out a movie fan magazine. 
The headlines across the cover read, "Hollywood love trysts . . . something 
for everyone!" 

"What has that got to do with my father," Jenny asked, knowing that a lot of 
the gossip that was printed in this type of magazine was false and just used 
for sensationalism and to sell the copies. 

"It's all about your father and mother." Sharon continued. "This whole story 
is about their little 'at-home' parties. Don't tell me you didn't know about 
them?" 

"I don't believe you," Jenny said. "That's all a bunch of trash, anyway. 
Don't know why you'd even buy a magazine like that." 

Sharon threw the magazine at Jenny's feet and said, "Read it for yourself, 
if you don't believe me. 

Hesitantly Jenny picked up the magazine and opened to the page of the story. 
She held the magazine in close to her so the other girls couldn't see the 
article. 

"Oh, you don't have to hide it," Sharon said harshly, "the others have 
already read it anyway!" 

Jenny leafed quickly through the article, studying the pictures of her 
father that were blazoned across the cheap newsprint pages, the father she 
adored, with women, women she did not know or had ever heard her father 
speak of, and several of them were rather cozy. The article spared no detail 
about the clandestine relationships, the swapping, the orgies that went on 
behind the closed bedroom doors of her house. She had never spent that much 
time at home during the past few years, but while she was there for her 
Christmas and Spring vacations, her parents had had parties, and she had 
never seen anything like that go on. 

"It's all a lie!" she blurted out, after she finished reading the article. 
"I know my father and he wouldn't do anything like that, my mother wouldn't 
do anything like that either. They're very happy together so you can go to 
hell with your magazine!" 

She got up and was about to stomp out of the room, but Sharon caught her by 
the arm and held her. "Don't go yet, you haven't seen half of my collection. 
It's been sort of my hobby lately since you come from such a colorful, high 
and mighty family!" 

"Why are you doing this to me," Jennifer pleaded, "I've never done anything 
to hurt you." Tears were beginning to stream down her face, tears of 
embarrassment, frustration and humiliation. 

"Our families don't do this sort of thing. I thought it was interesting and 
I'm sure you could fill us in on the details if you really wanted to, 
couldn't you?" Her voice was a challenge and when Jenny looked down the 
other girls were all staring up at her, waiting for her answer. 

"I don't know anything about that article," she stammered. "I know it's just 
someone's idea of a bad joke. You know how publicity people can be ... 
anything to sell a story." 

"No, we don't know about that kind of thing," Sharon continued, egging her 
on. "We thought you'd enlighten us!" 

"Well, I can't, and I think I'll go now and get some clean, fresh air," she 
said. 

Sharon was standing in front of the door blocking it so she couldn't get 
out. 

"Get the other magazines," she said to one of the girls who was sitting on 
the floor. "Let's give miss goody-two-shoes a real look at what that 
handsome, swinging father of hers is doing. He must be some stud!" 

"I don't care to see anymore of your filth," Jenny said, trying to reach in 
back of Sharon to open the door, but she moved in front of the knob so she 
couldn't reach it. 

"Why dorl't you just sit down with the rest of the girls and enjoy yourself. 
Maybe you can learn something. It's always nice to know what's going on at 
home, don't you think?" she said, her voice hard and threatening. 

She pushed Jenny backwards so that she sprawled across the bed. The other 
girl handed Sharon the magazines that she had taken out of the drawer and 
asked, "Are these the ones you mean?" 

Jenny looked at the stack of magazines Sharon held in her hands, there must 
have been twenty of them! 

"Yep, that's them," she said, throwing them one by one at Jenny. "Take a 
look at some of these, Miss Rhodes. See if you still think your father is so 
special and chaste ... a saint." 

Jenny let the magazines lay on the bed, making no effort to pick them up or 
read the articles. Instead she got to her feet and started to go towards the 
door again. 

"Looks like she needs a little encouragement," Sharon said. The other girls 
giggled, not knowing what Sharon had in mind, but not questioning her 
authority. 

How could they be so cruel, Jenny thought, tears brimming down her cheeks. 
What had she ever done to them? 

"You'd better sit back down there," she commanded, "or else I'll have ,the 
other girls hold you while you read them!" There was no doubt in Jenny's 
mind that she would do exactly that, so reluctantly she went back and sat on 
the edge of the bed. 

"Pick them up," Sharon ordered her, and read to us! 

Jenny couldn't believe that the other girls would go along with this cruel 
treatment any longer, but they said nothing. 

"I'm going to report you to the dean of women." Jenny said finally. "You 
know you're not supposed to have this type of magazine in the dormitory and 
you'll all be campused." 

One or two of the girls looked nervous, but Sharon interrupted and said, "I 
don't think you'll do that. After all, the articles are about your father 
and if you insist that your father is so great and wholesome, there should 
be nothing wrong with the magazines. Besides, if you say anything to 
anybody, your life will be even more miserable than you could ever imagine." 

Jenny knew that she wasn't just threatening, that she meant every word of 
what she said, and she didn't think that she could take any more punishment 
and chiding from the girls. 

"Now ... read to us," Sharon repeated. 

She picked up one of the magazines, her hands trembling from anxiety and 
fear, and flipped through the pages until she came to the article about her 
father and mother! She began to read, "What movie stars wife says her 
husband can no longer satisfy her?" 

"Oh, that's a good one," one of the girls said, "Go on." 

Jenny couldn't believe what she was being forced to read, but continued, "My 
husband may be the idol of all women, but he's a failure in bed," Mrs. 
Carter Rhodes was overheard saying. Maybe that is why she has been seen 
having lunch with a not-so-handsome, but very virile looking younger man the 
other day in a secluded little restaurant in Hollywood." Jenny stopped 
reading for a second and looked carefully at the picture of her mother and 
the back of another man sitting at a small table in some restaurant. 

"My mother often has lunch with friends of my fathers," she said, trying to 
defend her. "What's so strange about that? I'm sure the rest of this is just 
made up, my parents are very happy." 

"I don't write it," Sharon said, "I just read it!" 

"Well, you shouldn't waste your time on junk like this, it's not worth it 
and it's not true!" 

She dropped the magazine back onto the bed and just stared down at the 
floor. 

"Don't stop now," Sharon said, "there's others and I want to hear you read 
them all." 

Jenny tried to remember what her father had told her and she tried to 
convince herself that this was just one of those times when people had 
nothing better to do than to pick on her because she was the daughter of a 
celebrity, so she picked up another magazine. 

This one had her father's picture embracing one of the leading ladies from 
his most recent picture, only it wasn't a film cut. She couldn't take her 
eyes off it for several minutes, remembering vaguely that she had heard her 
parents arguing one night about this particular woman. Her mother had 
accused him of fooling around, but he had just laughed it off and said 
something about not believing everything she read. 

She picked up one magazine after the other, reading each article with 
growing interest, even though she didn't believe what was written in them. 
Her father had never brought these magazines home, just saying that they 
weren't worth the paper they were printed on, but now she wondered if maybe 
he hadn't let her read them because of what they said. Every magazine that 
Sharon had had a different story or article about her father, but none of 
them were complimentary! It was hard to believe that of all the magazines 
that were there not one would have a nice article about him or her mother. 
When she had finished, she stacked the magazines and handed them back to 
Sharon. 

"May I go now," she asked, walking to the door. "It's been charming." She 
was being sarcastic, but she didn't want the girls to know how deeply hurt 
she was or how concerned about what she had read. 

"Yeah, sure . . . sure," she said, "If you want to leave. Go back to your 
room and write daddy a nice long letter telling him how proud you are of 
him!" The girls all laughed as she walked out and down the hall to her room, 
tears of anger and of doubt stinging her cheeks. 

She started to write her father a letter, but the right words just wouldn't 
come out, she was too upset and she didn't want to say anything that would 
upset her father too, so she decided to take a nap. She was awakened by a 
knock on her door and the house mother telling her that it was time for 
dinner. 

"Don't you feel well, my dear, you look pale," she said sympathetically. 

"No ... no, I'm fine, Mrs. Foster, just a little tired I guess. I'll be all 
right, thanks," she said and went downstairs to the dining room. Several of 
the girls who had been in Sharon's room that afternoon were at her table, 
but they didn't say anything to her and ate their meal in silence. 

The next few days were not easy for her, the girls kidded her at every 
opportunity and when she picked up her mail, they'd ask, "Any word from the 
stud?" It was all she could do to keep from clawing at them, tearing at 
their hair and hitting them until they took it back, but she knew she 
couldn't, there were too many of them. 

Sharon began to come to her room, each time bringing some new piece of 
gossip or some new compromising picture of her father with her. Each day it 
got worse until she could think of nothing else but getting away, away from 
the girls, Sharon, away from the whole school! She had more than one 
semester to finish before she would graduate, but nothing mattered to her 
anymore except going to her father and not having to listen to the slander 
that the girls were teasing her with. 

She decided to wait until the following Saturday when they were allowed to 
go into town to the movies. She would sign out for the movies, but go to the 
bus station and get the first bus home. No one would miss her until dinner 
time that night and by then she would be well on her way. Her allowance 
always came in the mail on Saturday so she would have plenty of money and 
she wouldn't have to worry about anything. She knew that she couldn't leave 
the school with a suitcase, so she just stuffed some clean panties and a bra 
into a large purse, put on her favorite skirt and sweater and signed out for 
the movies. Her hand was shaking as she put the time and her name on the 
register, but no one seemed to notice. 

"I understand that the movie's good this week," Mrs. Foster said to her as 
she left. "You'll have to tell me all about it later, Jenny." 

"Yes, ma'am," she said, and walked down the stairs and out into the 
sunshine. The air was cool, but not really cold enough for a coat, so she 
walked briskly in order to keep warm. 

Each week several of the local high school boys stood on a corner about 
three blocks from the school waiting for the girls to go downtown. Jenny 
knew that some of the girls had been sneaking off with them and necking in 
the back rows of the movie theatre, but had said nothing. They had made 
passes at her several times, but lately they had just ignored her except for 
an occasional raw comment or two when she walked by. 

Her skirt was several inches above her knee, showing a slender, but curved 
leg, and the material hugged her hips tightly so that you could see the firm 
fullness of her buttocks when she walked. The ripe, voluptuousness of her 
high, round, full breasts and the narrowness of her waist were accentuated 
by the close fit of the cashmere sweater. She knew that she had a good body, 
supple and firm, yet she was not aware of what it did to men when she walked 
by, swinging her hips, her breasts pointing proudly forward. Her long blond 
hair curled slightly around her cheeks, complimenting her porcelain skin and 
the blueness of her eyes. She was a beautiful girl, full of the spring of 
youth and innocence, with the body of a woman, full of passion. 

She could feel the boys' eyes following her every step as she approached 
them, and could hear a few of them talking, making crude comments, so she 
began to walk faster. 

"Wow . . . Td sure like to get some of that! Wonder if she's a swinger like 
the rest of her family!" They all laughed and she clenched her fists and 
teeth to keep from saying anything to them. Once when she had told them to 
let her alone, an acned, sloppy boy had reached out and pinched her bottom 
and another had grabbed a quick feel of her breasts. She had felt dirty for 
days from the thought of them daring to touch her, so she decided to say 
nothing. 

"Let's get her . . . come on," another boy urged. "She's been ripe and 
waiting too long all ready!" 

"Naw, let her alone," the other said. "Why take a chance with a screamer 
when here comes the real thing... guaranteed." 

She didn't turn back to look, but she knew that they were referring to some 
of the other girls from the school who met them each week. 

She relaxed when she heard them walk in the opposite direction to meet the 
girls and she quickened her pace. Just six more hours and I'll be home, she 
thought excitedly, I can't wait! 

She wanted to get several blocks ahead of the rest of the girls so that they 
wouldn't see her turn the opposite way from the movie and walk toward the 
bus station. One of them just might decide to call the school and then she 
would be stopped and she couldn't bear that thought. She never wanted to go 
back to that school, to listen to the cruel taunting of the other girls. She 
wouldn't listen to anything they had to say about her father, she loved her 
father and that was all that mattered. She wanted to be at home with him . . 
. and stay at home. 

She sat on the bench inside the bus station and waited for her bus to 
arrive. She had to wait a half an hour, so she bought a magazine and began 
to flip through it. She couldn't concentrate, however, because every time 
someone walked by or glanced at her, she was certain that it was someone 
from the school and she would be forced to go back. The half hour seemed to 
take days to pass, but finally they were announcing her bus and she got on 
and sat down with a sigh of relief while the driver loaded the luggage. The 
trip would take three hours, but then she could call her father and tell him 
to come down to the station and pick her up. She wasn't sure what his 
reaction would be, although she knew for certain that her mother would be 
angry and probably want to take her right back, but maybe she could convince 
her father that she would much rather go to the local high school. 

She thought about what was in the articles she had read and debated whether 
or not to mention them to her father. She knew that he would be angry with 
her for even looking at magazines like that, so she decided to say nothing 
and see for herself what is going on. If they would just allow her to stay 
home she could watch when they had parties and find out for herself. She's 
sure that her father would not do anything like that, but the seed of 
curiosity had been planted and she couldn't get it out of her mind. 

It was near dinner time when the bus pulled into the Hollywood suburb where 
she lived. She knew that her parents would be at the dinner table and the 
maid would answer the phone, but this would give her a few extra minutes to 
build up her courage before talking to her father. 

She dialed the number and let it ring several times before someone answered, 
"Rhodes residence." 

"Amy, it's me, Jennifer. Is daddy there?" Her voice was quivering, but it 
was too late to turn back now and she was sure her father wouldn't make her 
go back, at least not right away... 

"Why yes, Jennifer, just a moment, I'll get him." the maid replied. It 
seemed like an eternity before she heard her father's voice. 

"Hi, honey," he said cheerily, "what can I do for my little girl?" 

"I'm at the bus station, daddy," she said, choking back the tears. "I've run 
away from school." 

There was a minute's silence before he answered, "Why in the world did you 
do that. Is anything wrong?" His tone was quiet and concerned and she could 
tell that he was quite upset. 

"Oh daddy," she cried, "it's a long story. Will you come get me and I'll 
tell you the whole story." 

"Sure, sweetheart," he said, "I'll send the car for you right away. You wait 
right there." 

In fifteen minutes the car arrived and Jennifer was on her way home. She had 
tried to think of a story to tell her parents for the past few weeks, but 
nothing sounded very convincing. She couldn't tell them the truth because 
they would be upset, give her a lecture about how she would have to learn to 
face these things and definitely send her right back, so she decided to tell 
them that she was having trouble with her classes and that she was sure she 
was going to fail. Her grades had never been very high, but she had never 
really applied herself so they may believe that. The car pulled up the long 
driveway to their spacious home and she got out and ran into the house. Her 
mother and father were waiting for her in the living room. "Daddy . . . 
mother," she cried, tears streaming down her face when she saw them. Her 
father went to her and held her for just a moment then said, "Now, now, 
honey, nothing could be that bad. Sit down and tell us what's the matter. 
You know that I'll have to call the school and tell them you're here. Mrs. 
Foster must be frantic by now wondering where you are." 

She sat down on the sofa between her parents and told them how she was 
afraid that she was going to flunk out this term and how embarrassed she 
would be, so she had decided that it would be better to come home and finish 
the year in the local high school. She knew that she would be able to do the 
work there and then she wouldn't disgrace anyone by failing at boarding 
school. Her parents listened intently while she told them her story, not 
saying anything until she had finished. 

"Well, Jennifer," her mother finally said, "I know it hasn't been easy for 
you, but believe me, boarding school is the best place for you. It isn't 
that your father and I wouldn't like to have you home with us, but you know 
that we are out so much of the time that it would be very difficult at the 
moment." 

"In other words, I'd be in the way, is that it mother?" she said sharply, 
losing her composure for the moment. "That's not at all what your mother 
meant, young lady," her father said sternly. "You know that we have to be 
out a lot because of my filming schedule and we feel that it would be very 
lonely for you here. At school you have the girls your own age to talk with, 
and even if your grades aren't the highest, I'm sure you aren't on the verge 
of flunking every subject!" 

Tears of frustration were streaming down her cheeks and she knew that she 
would have to think of some other excuse for not going back to the school, 
because her parents just weren't buying this one. 

"Please don't make me go back, daddy," she begged, "I just don't want to go 
back." 

"You're upset now, sweetheart," he said, "but I'm afraid you'll have to go 
back. Suppose I call the school and tell them you're not feeling well and 
that you'll be home with us for a week, but then you'll have to go back, 
okay?" 

"But Carter," her mother implored, "do you think that's right. After all, 
she'll miss a whole week of classes and be behind. That will only make it 
harder for her." 

"Well, a week will give us all time to think this thing out, and maybe Jenny 
can use a vacation. Sometimes our nerves need a vacation before the set 
holidays roll around and I think that this is one of those times." He spoke 
with authority and finality and she knew that she had won the first round. 

She threw her arms around her father and kissed him. 

"Oh, thank you, daddy. Thank you. I love you so much." 

"I love you, too, sugar," he said, "Now go clean up and I'll have Amy make 
you something to eat. Your mother and I have to go to a benefit at the 
Country Club tonight, so you'll have to fend for yourself until tomorrow 
morning. I'll call the school now and tell them that you're here and will be 
for another week." Her mother shook her head, but knew better than to argue 
with him. 

"We'll talk again in the morning, Jenny," she said, "try to get some sleep." 

She barely picked at her meal and then went to her room. She felt better 
knowing that she would at least have a week at home and maybe by then she 
could learn to face the taunting she would have to take if they sent her 
back to school. In a week she could learn whether or not the stories that 
had been printed about her parents were true or not. She was sure they were 
happily married, but she had to see it again once more just to reassure 
herself. 

She crawled into her own bed and turned out the light but was hardly able to 
sleep from all the excitement. She heard her parents' car pull out of the 
driveway and finally she fell into a deep, contented sleep. 

CHAPTER TWO 

The next morning she got up early and went down to breakfast. Her parents 
were still sleeping because they had been out late the night before, so she 
took her time and waited for them before she went out. 

"Well, good morning sunshine," she heard her father call as he came down the 
stairs. "How'd you sleep?" 

"Just fine, daddy. Did you have a nice time?" 

"Oh, just the same old thing, sweetheart, but we have to go to those dreary 
things." 

In a few minutes she heard her mother come downstairs and go to the pantry 
to talk with the maid. 

"Amy, you know that we're having guests this evening, so would you please 
have the canapes ready about seven and the buffet will be about nine, okay?" 

"Certainly Mrs. Rhodes," she answered, "I'll have everything ready right on 
time." 

"You're having a party tonight, mother," she asked. "Who's coming, anyone I 
know?" 

"I'm sure you'll know some of the people, Jenny. It's not going to be a very 
big affair, just a few couples for drinks and dinner." She glanced at her 
husband, a warning gleam in her eye. 

"I'd forgotten about that little deal," he said, "Can't we postpone it for 
another week until Jenny's back at school?" 

"Why," Jenny asked, "I won't be in the way, will I?" Her voice was a 
challenge. 

"Of course not, darling. I just thought that maybe we could do something 
special tonight, like all go but to dinner together." 

"I'm afraid that's impossible, Carter," her mother interjected, "I've all 
ready invited the people weeks ago and it's too late to cancel out now." 

"That's okay, daddy," she said, "I guess we can go out to dinner some other 
time, besides I can watch some television and get another good night's 
sleep. We don't get to watch TV at school, so it will be a real treat." 

"I guess that's how it'll have to be, honey," he said, "but we'll definitely 
go out one other day this week, I promise." He kissed her lightly on the 
cheek and announced that he had to go to the studio for a few hours to go 
over some lines and staging. 

"Why don't you go to the club and play some tennis," her mother suggested, 
"I'm sure you can find some young people around there since it's the 
week-end." 

"Maybe I will," she said, "May I use the car?" 

"Sure, take mine, but be back by six so that you can have dinner before the 
guests arrive." 

Jennifer nodded, pushed her chair away from the table and ran to get her 
tennis racket. 

She drove to the club and played several sets of tennis with some boys she 
had met over her last vacation and then decided she would go home. When she 
walked in the front door she could hear her mother whispering and giggling 
on the phone and she tiptoed so that she could hear what she was saying. She 
was just finishing her conversation, but Jennifer heard her say, "I'll see 
you tonight, darling," blew a kiss into the phone and hung up. 

"Was that daddy you were talking to," she asked impudently, knowing that it 
wasn't. 

Her mother turned around startled, but managed to regain her composure and 
said, "Why yes it was, honey, he'll be home shortly." 

She laughed and walked up to her room while her mother just stood there 
watching her climb the stairs. It was ludicrous, she thought, her mother had 
the most handsome, most thoughtful man in the world, it was inconceivable 
that she could possibly want someone else, no one was as good as her daddy! 

She took a long bath, pampering herself and relaxing, then went downstairs 
to get something for dinner. 

"Just fix me a sandwich, Amy, please," she said, "I'm not hungry for a big 
meal and I want to take it upstairs while I watch television." 

She took her plate and went to her room and turned on the television. She 
could hear the first guests arriving as her father's car pulled up to the 
house. 

"Sorry I'm late, honey," he said to his wife. "I'll take a quick shower and 
be right down. Why don't you chill some martinis meanwhile." And he ran up 
the stairs taking two at a time. 

"Hi, Jen," he called as he went by her room, "Have a nice day?" 

"Yes, daddy, just fine. Did you?" she answered, but he was already in his 
room and couldn't hear her. 

She watched television for hours and listened to the noises coming from 
downstairs. It sounded as though there must have been twenty people there. 
Her father usually invited her down to meet the guests, but tonight he 
hadn't. She could hear men and women laughing and some crude comments being 
made, but this was typical for a Hollywood party, it was a certain kind of 
sophistication, she surmised. She began to get curious as to what was going 
on, so she wrapped her robe around her and tiptoed to the top of the stairs 
and hid behind the banister. She saw her mother standing in one corner 
talking to an older man, Henry Jacobs. 

He had been a friend of the family for years, but Jennifer had never liked 
him. Every time he came to the house, since she could remember, he was 
always patting her on the behind, trying to put his arm around her waist and 
then moving it up as though it were an accident and trying to get fresh with 
her. He had made her feel uncomfortable and had tried to tell her father 
about it many times, but somehow it just sounded silly. When he was with her 
alone he had made comments about how well she was maturing and how she would 
be a knock-out when she got older and he felt sorry for the boys, and wished 
that he were years younger. The comments were harmless enough, but she could 
tell by the look in his eye when he looked at her that he would have liked 
to grab her then and there. Just his presence made her skin crawl, so she 
had tried to be out of the house when he came around from then on. 

Her mother was leaning up against him and his hand was resting on her hip 
and slowly tracing a line up her rib cage and cupped one of her full,round 
breasts in his hand and squeezed it. Her mother did not move away, but 
giggled and took his hand and began to lead him towards the stairs. 

She gasped and ran back to her room, but left the door slightly ajar so that 
she could peek out and see where they were going. She saw his hands roaming 
freely over her mother's body as they climbed the stairs and she wondered 
where her father was and why he wasn't stopping him. Her mother leaned back 
against him when they reached the top step and whispered, "Quiet, Jennifer's 
up here, but she's asleep. Let's use the guest room, no one will come in 
there." 

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Maybe the articles she had read 
were true, at least about her mother! The two of them sneaked past her door 
and opened the door to the guest room. She could hear the rustle of her 
mother's dress and she wasn't sure whether she had just laid down on the bed 
and pulled her dress up around her hips or whether she was taking off her 
clothes. She knew that they hadn't gone in there for a private conversation 
and her curiosity was becoming unbearable, when she remembered that she 
could peek in the window from the balcony that connected her room and the 
guest room. 

She hesitated for just a moment then opened her window quietly and tiptoed 
out onto the balcony. She could hear voices coming from inside. 

Her mother was saying, "Don't be in such a rush, darling, you know I like to 
take my time." 

"But you're so lovely, it's so difficult to keep my hands off you, even for 
a second." 

Her mother laughed and said, "Oh Henry, you're so flattering . . . and soooo 
exciting." The drapes were separated just enough so that she could see the 
bed which was illuminated by the moon, and she could see that her mother had 
taken off her dress and was standing there in her brassiere, thin black 
panties and her nylons. She still had a fine figure, slender, yet firmly 
rounded, her breasts were full and firm, her hips slightly plump, but not 
fat She couldn't see Mr. Jacobs, but she knew that he too was undressing, 
for she could hear the metal of his zipper when he took off his pants, and 
the buckle of his belt as it hit the floor. 

She crouched outside almost afraid to take a breath for fear that they would 
hear her. A continuous noise filtered through the window to her ears and she 
heard the creaking of the springs and mattress when their bodies fell 
heavily on the bed. She could only hear sounds now and barely see the 
outlines of their bodies. She couldn't tell if they were completely nude or 
if they still had some clothes on, but it didn't matter, the thought of that 
awful man even touching her mother made her sick. 

She heard a slight gasp, a high-pitched moan and the crinkling of the satin 
bedspread as she saw the bodies tossing about on the bed. She could not 
discern what they were saying, but the moans sounded animal-like and 
passionate, completely abandoned. Every once in a while the voices grew 
louder and she could hear her mother saying, "Oh yes, darling .. . do it... 
deeper .. . deeper, that's it," And she knew that Jacobs was buried deep 
inside her mother, doing what her father should have been doing. She had 
never had any experience sexually, but she had read books and her father had 
told her briefly the facts of life, but somehow, even though it was her 
mother, she found this clandestine love-making vicariously thrilling. She 
listened with aching ears, hanging on every word she could hear. She had 
often wondered what it would be like to have a boy on top of her, doing it 
to her, but had never given it much thought other than that. It sounded as 
though he were hurting her mother, yet she was begging him for more. 

"You're so big . . . sooo big in me . . . yes . . . yes, I can't stand it. 
Push it deeper in my cunt!" 

She wished that she could have a better view of what was happening. The 
gasps and groans sounded so desperate, so hopelessly lost in passion and she 
couldn't imagine what would make someone moan like that. The thought of that 
awful man making love to her mother repulsed her, yet she found it strangely 
exciting and she could feel a tensing in her loins. 

"Is it good," she heard him say hoarsely, "Am I in far enough. Tell me you 
love it!" 

Her mother's answer was a rasping, throaty groan and "Yes . . . ooohhh yes . 
. . you're so good. God, I love to have you screw me!" 

She tried to picture Mr. Jacobs' fat, sloppy body on top of her mother, his 
fat, thick prick pushing in and out, up and down. The thought of him in a 
heated, excited passion almost made her want to laugh, the picture in her 
mind was so funny. 

How could mother make love to someone so gross after having daddy, she 
thought. The bed springs were creaking loudly now and she could hear their 
bodies bucking up and down on the mattress. 

"Fuck me . . . fuck me harder," her mother almost shouted, and she wondered 
how in the world that fat, grubby man could even get his stomach flat enough 
to get near a woman! 

Her body was tense as she listened, her throat parched and a strange and new 
feeling was creeping over her body. She let her hand fall to the itching, 
raging fury that was building between her legs then took it away, knowing 
that she shouldn't do that, it wasn't right! She found it difficult to keep 
quiet while they worked out their passion, locked in each other's arms, 
fondling, whispering, building for the final climax. 

Finally she heard the bed creaking and groaning so loudly under their 
furious, passionate movements that she could hardly distinguish their voices 
any longer. 

She heard Jacobs gasp, "I'm going to cum . . . I'm' going to cum . . . hurry 
. . . hurry ... I can't wait!" 

"Yes . . . yes . . . cum on . . . I'm ready . . . I'm ready too," her mother 
rasped, and then their voices melded into a series of low deep groans and 
sputtering. 

She waited outside the bedroom window for just a few minutes longer, afraid 
to move because the room was silent now and she thought they might hear her 
as she crept back to her room. Finally Mr. Jacobs said, "We'd better get 
back downstairs," but her mother said, "No, just a few minutes more. I don't 
get to see you that often, just give me a few more minutes." 

She could hear their bodies turning on the bed and quietly slipped back 
through her bedroom window and into her room. She sat there for a few 
minutes not quite sure what she should do, but she couldn't stand the 
thought of her father being hurt, especially by that awful man, so she 
decided that she should tell him. She went back to the top of the stairs and 
looked down, but she couldn't find her father, so she went back to her room. 
She didn't know whether she could stand the look he would have on his face 
when she told him what she had seen, so she decided that maybe it would be 
best to write him a note and leave it on his dresser in his room. If she 
left it in his jewelry case, he would find it that night before he went to 
bed. 

She took out her stationery and wrote him a long note, describing what she 
had seen, and apologizing for having to tell him like this. She sealed the 
envelope and walked quietly to her fathers room and opened the door 
carefully. 

She had the door slightly ajar when she heard groans coming from his room, 
my God, she thought, what could be going on in here too ... in my father's 
room! She stopped and froze, wanting to pull the door closed, but afraid 
that whoever was in there would hear her. She could hear muffled laughter, 
her father's laughter and a woman giggling softly! What was going on! She 
couldn't believe her father would be doing "it" to another woman, somehow 
she just couldn't picture her father naked and in bed with a woman ... not 
even her mother. It seemed so unfair that he would share his love and she 
felt cheated, but was unable to move away from the door. The woman was 
groaning louder now, her laughter had become a passion-filled choking sound, 
almost a sob, and she could hear them tossing furiously on the bed. 

"Oooooohhhhh God," her father moaned, and it sounded as if he were in pain. 
She's hurting him, she thought, I've got to stop her, do something and she 
started to open the door further when the woman's voice stopped her. 

"Yes . . . do it again . . . again like that," she gasped, pleading with her 
father to do something to her again. It sounded as though they were hurting 
one another, yet begging for more and she couldn't understand it. 

A mild guilt feeling tried to move her away from the scene, but she couldn't 
make her feet move. She knew what was going on was a private thing between 
her father and this woman and that she should go back to her room, when she 
heard another man's voice. 

"Hurry up, Carter,", he roared, "I'd like to get some of that before it's 
all gone!" She couldn't believe her ears! There was another man in the same 
room watching her father and this woman, waiting his turn with her! She 
didn't know who the woman was and she really didn't want to know, it all 
seemed too incredible to believe. 

She was only a few yards from the bed and she could hear her father's muted, 
low groans and strange, wet, sucking sounds drifting through the slightly 
open door. 

"Yes . . . yes . . . suck it harder," her fathers voice begged. 

My God, she's taking his penis in her mouth! she almost gasped out loud. She 
wondered what her father felt like now, it didn't seem possible that he 
would let a woman take him in her mouth, but he seemed to be begging for 
more. It didn't seem like her father to beg ... for anything! 

She stood breathlessly by the door, debating what to do, feeling her own 
emotions beginning to build again. She was experiencing that strange, new 
tightness in her loins again and she shuffled her feet nervously, trying to 
get rid of it. She moved back against the wall so that she could again see 
inside the room. The light from the hall shed a thin line of light in the 
room, but no one seemed to notice as they went on with their shameless 
love-making. She glanced to one corner of the room and saw her father's 
agent sitting there in the chair, completely naked, his hard, thick penis 
clutched in his hand while he watched her father and the woman. His eyes 
were half-closed as if in a daze while he watched the spectacle, rubbing his 
rigid member vigorously up and down. She couldn't take her eyes off the size 
of his hard, jerking organ. She had never seen anything like it in her life, 
it was the first time. It seemed so huge, so thick and hard and she wondered 
how any woman could possibly take it inside her. The lewd thought excited 
her and she stood transfixed, almost afraid to breathe. 

She could see the full length of it, the blood red head bulging out like a 
giant mushroom as his fingers worked the foreskin back and forth on the long 
shaft. It seemed to glisten in the light, beads of perspiration forming over 
the entire phallus, so that it shone like some huge, cruel weapon of doom. 

His breathing was thick and heavy, labored with anticipation. She could not 
see the bed that clearly, but she could still hear the sucking noises and 
she could visualize what was going on. "Oh darling, yes . . . yes, do it to 
me now, "the woman moaned and she could hear her father moving on the bed. 
He's going to do it to her between the legs, she thought! No ... no ... he 
can't, not my father! 

She leaned back against the wall fighting her mixed emotions, her hands 
reaching up against her will and cupping her breasts in her kneading 
fingers. Her nipples had been tingling, burning and she could no longer 
resist the temptation to fondle them. Her nipples were swollen with desire 
and she thought she would go out of her mind from the tightness that was 
straining down between her trembling legs. 

She stood there for several minutes concentrating on her own feelings when a 
movement in the room caught her attention, and she looked up startled. Her 
father's agent was getting up from his chair and walking over toward the bed 
and looked down the two bodies that were entwined there and continued his 
masturbation next to them. 

She tried to move back further into the corner so that he wouldn't see her 
if he moved to the other side of the bed, but he was too engrossed with what 
was going on inside to look in the hallway. 

Her father had moved up on the woman and was rocking back and forth on his 
knees, driving his pulsing, rigid penis deep in between her wide spread 
legs. She paled, feeling the blood rush from her face at the sight. She 
wondered how it would feel, and secretly wished that it were she in the room 
with her father, then tried to block the obscene thought from her mind. She 
wanted to rush into the room, grab her father and pull him off that woman, 
but instead she just stood there, wanting to cry, to scream, anything to 
break them up. She could see the woman's hips churning desperately under her 
father as she moved toward the spasms of orgasm and her father, without 
changing his rhythm, raised up on one knee and she could see his thick, hard 
penis pistoning in and out of the open, hair-lined slit between the woman's 
widely spread legs. The three-quarter view afforded her, all too clearly, a 
complete awareness of what was going on. 

Her own mouth dropped open wide and her hands fell to the vee of her loins 
and she grasped her own pubic mound fiercely, feeling the heat of her body 
through the cloth of her robe. She knew her father would never forgive her 
if he knew she were standing there spying on him, but she couldn't bring 
herself to go back to her room, not just yet. 

She could hear the slapping of their bodies as they joined each other in 
their desperate, lustful union, their moans becoming louder and deeper. 

"Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . deeper . . . harder," the woman choked out as 
her father thundered into her, driving her surging buttocks deep down into 
the squeaking mattress. 

"Here it comes, baby," her father gasped, and she could see the tensing of 
his buttocks as he plunged his manhood into the woman's grinding pussy with 
increased fury. 

"Aaagggghhhhh . . . yes . . . it's soooo good," she groaned, her legs 
flailing out in the air frantically on either side of his pumping body. 

They jerked and bucked against each other, groaning and gasping for breath 
for a seeming eternity and then finally collapsed in exhaustion, spent and 
satisfied. 

She stood there for a few more minutes, still holding herself, then walked 
quickly and quietly back to her room and crawled under the covers of her 
bed. She tried to sleep, but she couldn't erase the picture of her father, 
the woman and her father's agent from her mind. She had been excited by just 
watching her father do it to that woman and wondered what it would be like 
if it had been her! If watching had done this to her, having a man inside 
her would have to be wonderful! She wished that her father had not been the 
man, it didn't seem right. She didn't want to share him with anyone, she 
wanted him to love her and only her... it just wasn't fair. 

She had pulled her nightgown up around her waist and her fingers fondled the 
tender, pink lips of her vagina, rubbing softly at first, then with 
increased pressure. She could feel the muscles in her stomach contract, a 
tightening grow between her legs with new awakening. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm . . . oooohhhhh," she murmured to herself, feeling her own 
passion juices beginning to flow. She rubbed the bud of her clitoris until 
she thought she would scream out with tortured longing. 

"I want a man to do it to me," she whispered to herself, her finger 
manipulations becoming more rapid and more insistent until she could feel 
herself on the brink of an explosion! 

She glanced over at her bureau and stared at the picture of her father. "Oh 
daddy, I love you so much," she murmured to the photo, and she couldn't 
forget her wish that she had been that woman in the bedroom! 

She had read in her psychology course in school that girls often tended to 
develop crushes on their fathers, judged their dates in comparison with 
their fathers and sometimes married men because they reminded them of their 
fathers. She was sure that she did not have this type of incestuous love for 
her father, but she did love and she did resent sharing him with anyone 
else. She worshipped him! 

She took her hands away from her vagina for just a moment and ran them 
lightly over her body and cupped her full, young breasts in each hand, 
rubbing the erect, swollen nipples until that chill ran through her body 
once again. 

"Yes . . . yes ..." she murmured, the image of her father still clear on her 
retina even though her eyes were closed. Her fingers worked their way down 
her body, caressing, tickling every inch of her smooth, supple skin, tracing 
a teasing line down the curve of her thighs. 

Slowly, hesitantly, she separated the slightly moist lips of her vaginal 
passage and ran one finger gently over the tiny, virginal slit until she 
could feel herself becoming wetter with desire. She knew that this was 
wrong, but her inflamed, erotic desire was so great that it had to be 
satisfied. Gradually she inserted one finger into the soft giving flesh of 
her cunt, moaning, "Oh yes . . . yes ... do it to me," remembering the 
woman's words as her father fucked her. "Oh, daddy, do it to me." Secretly 
now she was pretending that she was that woman and her father's cock was 
inside her. She tried to change the image of the man who was fucking her in 
her imagination, but no other man came to her mind. She continued her 
fingering until she could feel the muscles of her vaginal wall contract 
tightly and quickly around her finger and she moaned, "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhh," 
and she came abruptly, wishing with all her strength that he too had been 
there. 

Then, she lay quietly back on the bed, reveling in her first sexual 
experience, her first climax. She felt tired, her body felt heavy, and she 
drifted off into a deep sleep, her momentary happiness marred slightly by an 
all prevailing feeling of guilt that lurked far down in her young, confused 
mind. 

CHAPTER THREE 

She awoke early the next morning, but lay in bed until she heard her parents 
get up and go downstairs. She wasn't quite sure that she would be able to 
face them after what she had seen, but she knew that she would have to say 
something. She took a long, hot shower, hoping that it would relax her, but 
she couldn't forget what had happened. 

"Good morning, honey," her father called to her as she walked into the 
breakfast nook, "Did you sleep well with all the noise from the party?" 

"Yes, daddy," she answered, avoiding his eyes guiltily, "just fine." She 
hoped that her parents wouldn't notice that her hands were shaking as she 
reached for her orange juice, but if they did, they said nothing. She looked 
up at them and they both seemed to be in good spirits. She thought that they 
would show some kind of marks, have a certain kind of look after what they 
both had been through, but they acted as if nothing had happened! If either 
one had any idea about the activities of the other, they certainly disguised 
it very well, she thought. 

"Sounded as though you had quite a group here last night, didn't you?" she 
finally asked. 

Her mother looked up and said, "Why yes, there must have been about twenty 
people or so, and boy, did they drink!" 

"Yes, I heard some of it," Jenny said innocently, but waiting for her 
parents' reaction. 

"Really," her father answered, "hope it didn't keep you awake." 

"I didn't fall asleep until very late actually, about 2 a.m., but I'm not 
tired." she replied, looking directly at her mother. It had been about 
midnight when her mother and Mr. Jacobs had been in the other room and she 
was wondering if her mother would say anything, but she just looked at her 
and remained silent. 

"I thought I heard Mr. Jacobs here," she continued, still looking at her 
mother. "I can't stand that dirty old man." 

"That's hardly a nice thing to say about Henry," her mother blurted out. 
"he's always been very nice to you, ever since you were just a child. He's 
very fond of you." 

"Yeah, but I wish he'd keep his comments and hands to himself. He's made 
passes at me since I've been old enough to know what a pass is!" 

"Just what do you mean by that, young lady?" her father interrupted. 

"You know what I mean, daddy, he's just overly friendly with his hugs and 
pats!" 

Her mother was staring at her, not sure whether or not to say anymore. I bet 
she's jealous, Jenny thought. It would serve her right! 

'You didn't answer my question. He was here, wasn't he?" she insisted. 

"Yes, he was," her mother said simply. 

"I was sure it was his voice I heard just outside my door. I didn't go out 
because he was with someone and I could hear her laughing. It didn't sound 
like his wife. Wonder who it was," she continued, trying to keep a blank 
look on her face so that her mother wouldn't suspect. She knew that she was 
making her uneasy, but she deserved it. 

"You shouldn't listen to other people's conversations, dear," her mother 
said, trying to sound patient and sweet, but rather unsuccessfully. 

"I wasn't eavesdropping, mother," she went on, "I couldn't very well help 
but hear, they weren't very quiet. He must be quite a lover!" 

"Just what would you know about lovers? her father asked, looking up from 
the paper. 

"Not much, just what I've read or seen in your movies, daddy," she said 
smiling. 

"Yes, your father is quite a lover," her mother said sarcastically. "Quite a 
lover." 

"That woman in your last film, daddy, the brunette with the low, sexy voice, 
who is she?" she asked. 

"That was Lorna Day, Jenny, and she's not all that sexy in real life," he 
smiled rather uncomfortably. 

"Was she here last night, I thought I recognize that fog horn voice of hers 
too?" 

"Well, it seems like you did quite a bit of listening, didn't you?" her 
mother said sharply. 

"Well, I couldn't very well help it. You weren't exactly the quietest group 
in the world," she answered bitterly. "But I told you, it doesn't matter, I 
got quite enough sleep anyway. I found what I heard very interesting anyway. 
Things like that you sort of forget about when you're in a girl's school." 

She directed her caustic comment to both her 'mother and father who were now 
looking at each other, then at Jenny and back at each other, wondering. 

"Grown-ups do make fools of themselves from time to time, Jenny," her father 
said, "When you combine the liquor, lovely women and good music, a few are 
bound to get loud and out of hand, but there's time enough for you to find 
out about those things when you're older, quite a bit older," he added. 

She knew that her parents suspected she had heard what had gone on behind 
the closed doors, but neither one had the courage to come right out and ask 
her, besides if she had heard, they didn't want to know, it would take too 
much explaining. 

"I think Miss Day is very beautiful, don't you daddy?" she continued. "I 
would love to be like her when I get older. She's just so . . . sooooo, 
well, you know what I mean." 

"Yes, he knows what you mean," her mother answered for him, "but remember, 
looks aren't everything!" 

"She is a fine person, Lisbeth," her father said to her mother, "and a fine 
actress." 

"I thought I heard you going over some lines with her last night, daddy. Is 
she in your next movie, too?" 

She knew that she was embarrassing her parents, but she couldn't help 
herself. The last thing she wanted to do was to hurt her father, but he had 
hurt her so much last night when he had made love to that other woman, she 
didn't know how else to strike back. 

"I think we've heard quite enough about your nosiness, Jenny," her father 
said quietly, "You shouldn't ask so many questions when it doesn't concern 
you. Now run along." 

She pushed her chair away from the table reluctantly and walked toward the 
back door, glancing back once to see her parents staring at each other, 
shrugging and wondering what they should do. 

She sat on the back steps for several minutes when she saw their chauffeur 
pull up with her father's car. 

"Is daddy going out this morning?" she asked, looking directly into the 
chauffeurs dark brown eyes. 

"No, Miss Rhodes," he said, glancing down at the ground. "I'm just going to 
wash the car for him." 

"Why, Charles," she said, "I hope I didn't embarrass you by staring at you. 
It's just that I never noticed how handsome you are. You've got quite a 
strong build and it's always hidden under your uniform. I think I like you 
better this way." 

"Thank you, Miss," he said, not looking up at her, and went to get the hose. 

She moved to another spot in the driveway so that she could watch him while 
he worked. 

"You'd better not sit there, Miss," he said, "you might get wet." 

"Oh, that's okay. I've got my old clothes on anyway. Besides, I like to 
watch you." She was smiling at him as she watched the muscles ripple in his 
strong arms and back as he rubbed the soap and water over the car. His skin 
was almost as black as the car and seemed to glisten in the sun like 
polished ebony. He could feel her eyes on him and turned around several 
times just to be sure, then turned quickly back to his work. She was making 
him uncomfortable, but she was enjoying it. 

The sun was hot where she was sitting so she unbuttoned the first few 
buttons on her blouse, just low enough to reveal the top cleavage of her 
fully-rounded, firm, young breasts. The next time the chauffeur turned 
around, she pretended to be stretching, accentuating the ripeness of her 
curves and give him a full view of her proudly jutting mounds. 

"It's awfully hot here in the sun," she said, moving closer to the car and 
taking the nozzle of the hose from his hand, letting her body brush against 
his for just a second. 

"Let me take a drink of water," she said, holding the nozzle up to her 
mouth. She glanced up at him as she bent over to take a drink, knowing that 
her voluptuous breasts were now falling forward, almost out of her 
half-brassiere, and that he could see them plainly. As she straightened up 
and began to hand the hose back to him, she purposely splashed herself with 
the water, almost soaking her blouse completely. The thin cotton material 
clung to her body like a second skin and you could see the outline of her 
sheer, lace brassiere, the sensuous rise of her bosom and the slight 
darkening of her breasts around her nipples. She knew that she was driving 
him crazy as he tried to concentrate on the car and ignore her obvious 
taunting. 

He glanced over at her and she was still standing there, her hands on her 
hips, her full breasts pushing against the wet material and there was a 
gleam in her eye. 

"What are you staring at, Charles?" she asked coyly. 

No-no-nothing, miss," he stammered. "You'd better change your clothes before 
you catch cold." 

"But it's so hot out here, I won't catch cold. Think I'll go to the stable 
and get my horse. It's a gorgeous day for a ride. See you later, handsome," 
she called to him as she walked hurriedly to the stable. 

She could feel that burning sensation building in her loins again, and she 
knew that she had aroused Charles just by standing there, and brushing 
against him. She knew that her actions had been brazen, but she just had to 
find out what it would be like to have a man. He looked so strong, so virile 
and so capable, and now was as good a time as any to find out what a man 
would feel like inside her. She could hardly wait to get to the privacy of 
the stable, the tension that was mounting between her legs and the curiosity 
that was growing in her young aroused mind had to be satisfied, and there 
was only one person she knew that she could force to come to her now. 
Charles, the colored chauffeur! She waited for just a few minutes and looked 
back up the driveway to see if he was still standing there. 

"Charles ... Charles," she called to him. "I need some help with the bridle 
and saddle, will you help me?" 

"I'll get your father," he answered. "I've got to finish washing the car." 

"Charles, that's not my father's job. Besides, I want you to help me. Now 
come on." 

Slowly he put down the chamois cloth and turned off the water and walked 
reluctantly toward the stable. 

When he got there he didn't see her right away and her horse was still tied 
in the stall and not at the mounting block. 

"Where are you, Miss Rhodes," he called, "I've got to hurry." 

She walked toward him, her blouse now completely unbuttoned and hanging 
loosely around her shoulders. Her breasts were standing up like two soft, 
white grapefruits, enclosed only by the thin strip of silken material of her 
brassiere. 

"Ooohh," he said, turning his back. "You better button yo'self up. Yore 
mama'll get mad if she sees you like that." 

"Don't you think I'm pretty." she asked teasingly, letting her fingers trace 
lightly over the back of his neck and down his smooth, muscular spine. 

"Yes, Miss," he stammered, "but you shouldn't be walking around like that. 
It just ain't right." 

"But Charles, you're such a handsome man," she continued. "I thought that we 
could get to know each other better." 

"No ... noooooo, Miss," he said shakily, "I cain't do nothin' like that, 
yore daddy 'ud kill me." 

She walked around in front of him, throwing her firmly rounded breasts 
forward until they rubbed against his chest. "Please . . . please, Charles, 
I know you'd like to touch me there," she purred seductively. 

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her away. "I can't do that, you 
know that," he said angrily. 

She glanced down at his loose fitting work pants and she could see that his 
aroused manhood was already rising up and down, making a huge bulge in the 
front of his trousers. 

"But I can tell that you want to," she said teasingly, staring down at his 
erect organ, and letting her fingers touch the bulge lightly. 

"Man, I got to get out of here," he said and started for the door, but she 
caught his arm. 

Her voice was no longer pleading and soft, but hard and demanding. 

"Charles, unless you play my game my way, I'll run screaming up to the house 
and tell my parents that you "touched" me while I was alone here, and you 
know what they'd do to you. Now what do you think of that?" She knew that he 
had no choice, that there just wasn't a chance for a colored boy if he 
touched a white girl, so he stopped, frozen to the spot. 

"Don't do this to me, miss," he pleaded, his voice quivering with fright. 

"I'm not going to hurt you, Charles, I want to be nice to you," she purred, 
moving closer to him once again. 

She took him by the hand and led him to the back of the stable where they 
stacked the bales of hay for the horses. 

"No one can see us back here," she said impatiently, taking her blouse 
completely off and unzipping the fastening on her skirt. Charles did not 
move, but she could see his erect penis, pulsing and jerking inside his 
trousers and she reached out and grasped it firmly. 

"God, you're huge," she gasped, not believing what she had felt. "I always 
heard you colored boys were built like stud horses, but I wasn't sure 
whether to believe it or not." 

She could feel his whole body shudder under her touch, but she didn't let 
go. 

"Don't be so shy," she continued, lowering her voice, "take off your 
clothes." 

She had let her skirt fall to the stable floor and she stood there in front 
of him dressed in only her sheer, pink panties and scanty lace brassiere. He 
drew a sharp breath as he stared at her. 

"You like me?" she asked challengingly. 

"You're beautiful," he said, his breath coming faster now, and she reached 
down and unzipped the fly of his trousers. She watched him fascinated as the 
trousers fell to the floor revealing his strong, hairless legs. 

"You look like a marvelous black marble statue," she gasped excitedly, 
reaching out to touch his chest and belly. His shorts did little to hide the 
fact that he was monstrously endowed and that he was more than ready for 
her. 

She threw herself against his body and begged, "Undress me . . . take me . . 
. fuck me, Charles, please do it to me!" 

The words sounded strange coming from her mouth for she had never said them 
before, but she wanted to know, had to know, what that wildly churning woman 
had felt under the flailing body of her father last night. She had to know 
... had to know... 

"Oh baby . . . ooohhhh Missy," he groaned, falling to his knees in front of 
her, easing her panties down over her ankles. He began to kiss her ankles, 
working his way up over her calves, the fleshy inner part of her thighs 
until he reached the juncture between her legs. She fell back on a bale of 
hay, her legs spread obscenely wide, so that one was on either side of the 
bale. 

He reached up in back of her, his dark fingers massaging her soft, white 
skin, and unfastened her brassiere, letting her full, ripe, soft breasts 
fall free. His hands cupped her luscious mounds in his hands while his 
tongue licked passionately up the smooth fleshy inside of her open thighs. 

"Oooooohhhhh . . . mmmmmm mmmmm," she purred, "yes . . . it feels sooooo 
good." she groaned as she squirmed her loins under his wet, licking tongue. 

She reached down his back and ran her nails roughly over his skin, raising 
welts on his black flesh. 

"Aaaggghhhh," he groaned, "Easy, baby . . . easy." 

"Oh, I need it so bad... so bad," she murmured passionately. 

His month was sucking on the soft flesh of her thighs and his tongue began 
to move slowly up toward her throbbing pubic mound. He licked the small knob 
of her clitoris and sucked noisily while his fingers pried her legs further 
apart, manipulating the swollen vaginal lips, searching for the thin, pink 
slit of her vagina. 

She was writhing uncontrollably beneath his caress, hardly able to contain 
her building desire and lust. 

"Yes ... yes ... it feels sooo good,' 'she groaned, her voice thick with 
passion. 

She bucked her hips upward to meet his sucking mouth, her arms and legs 
flailing wildly in the air. 

He pulled away from her for just a moment and tugged impatiently at his 
shorts, having some difficulty getting the elastic over the huge, thick 
bulge of his erect, pulsing penis. He stood up in front of her, letting her 
view the monstrous size of his hardened manhood and she took a deep breath. 

"Be gentle," she urged, moaning softly, "I've never made love before!" 

He gasped and a look of horror came over his face. "No ... no, I can't ... I 
can't," he rasped. "Yore daddy'll kill me!" 

"Yes . . . yes . . . please . . ." she groaned, "I need it so badly." She 
sat up for just a moment and took his mammoth cock in her hands and began to 
rub it up and down, watching it, completely fascinated. 

Her fingers could barely close around its thickness and she wondered if all 
men were built so big and strong this way. She hadn't seen her father's 
penis too clearly last night as he had had it sunk between the other woman's 
legs but it hadn't seemed nearly so huge and monstrous. A sudden doubt and 
fear sprang through her confused mind that maybe she had made a mistake, 
maybe she couldn't take it but it faded almost as quickly as it had begun. 
She had to take it, she had to be a woman. 

And now was the time! 

"Oooooo" he moaned and dropped down to his knees, pulling his huge prick 
from her hands. She lay back against the bale of hay once again, twisting 
her body and her legs as far apart as they could possibly go, giving him 
full access to her feverish virginal passage. He moved his body up on hers 
slowly, letting her feel the hardness and urgency of his prick as it jerked 
against her legs and belly, his mouth crushing over one breast, biting 
harshly at her nipple until it stood out erect and throbbing from the 
maddening wetness of his lips. 

"Oooooohhhhh, Uuuuuuuuuggggghhhhh, that hurts ...," she groaned. He pulled 
away from her for a second, afraid, but she grabbed his head and pulled him 
back to her body, urging him not to stop. 

The raging feeling in her loins was at a fever pitch and she wriggled her 
hips under him, begging him silently to take her. 

He sensed her urgency and her demand and gradually eased his hips between 
her widespread thighs, his fingers toying with her swollen, damp vaginal 
lips, pulling them gently apart as he prepared for his initial impalement. 

He eased one finger slowly into her tight, virginal passage, feeling the 
juice of her passion cover his finger, wiggling it harshly, his nails 
digging into her moist lining. 

"You want it," he groaned, hardly able to control his lust and could feel 
his thick, throbbing penis pry at the tiny opening between her legs and she 
groaned loudly as she felt the huge, red knob of his manhood slip between 
her quivering white thighs. 

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh," she gasped, "Easy ... it hurts!" 

It was all he could do not to ram the entire length of his prick deep into 
her with one cruel, frantic thrust, but he pushed steadily and slowly until 
he met the thin, restricting membrane of her maidenhead. She was writhing 
wildly under him, tears of pain and desire streaming down her cheeks. She 
could feel his monstrous organ pounding at the barrier and she thought that 
it would never give way. 

"Yes ... yes ... do it... DO IT!" she screamed. "I can't take it any 
longer." 

Her nails dug into his back and urged him forward. With one harsh and 
furious lunge he sun his hot, pulsing prick deep into her belly, tearing 
apart mercilessly the virginal membrane guarding the final depths of her 
tender young womb, "Oooooohhhhh . . . uuuugggghhh," she gasped, trying to 
catch her breath from the wild, throbbing pain inside her. 

She could feel the walls of her vagina clinging possessively around the 
hardness of his cock and after a few tortured minutes she tried to relax. He 
lay inside her, buried deep in her womb for several seconds before pulling 
out and thrusting in again. 

"God Missy . . . you're so tight ... so fuckin' tight, what a hot little 
white pussy you've got." he gasped, as he threw all his weight behind each 
thrust of his penis. 

She could still feel the pain of her open wound, but her desire and need 
were greater. 

"Yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck me hard," she plead? ed. "Do it to me!" 

She knew that she was about to cum, she could feel the tight vaginal passage 
cling and release around his stiff, hot rod, holding it for a second on each 
cruel plunge. 

"You are sooo big in me," she gasped, "It feels so good ... do it... do it!" 

"I'm going to fill you with my black sperm," he rasped, delighting on the 
complete ravaging of her virginal body. "You're never going to want another 
man!" 

i She could hardly catch her breath as he pounded into her, his hips banging 
harshly against hers, his weight falling heavily on her belly. 

"I'm going to cum . . . I'm going to cum," she shouted between gasps. "Fuck 
me harder." 

He could feel the weight in his testicles begin to boil and he knew that he 
was about to fill her with his hot, liquid sperm so he buried his shaft as 
deep into her as he could go, feeling his sacs bang against the soft, 
roundness of her buttocks. 

"Yes . . . yes . . . I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming," she whimpered as she 
felt the floodtide of her emotions break loose and shudder her whole being. 
At almost the same time she could feel the wild, frenzied contractions of 
his penis as he jerked his seminal fluid deep into her womb, soaking her 
completely with his sperm. They rocked together, working their orgasms for 
what seemed an eternity, until she finally went limp under his weight. He 
finished his climax, but he still felt huge inside her and her insides felt 
as though they were on fire. 

Slowly he pulled out of her, drops of thick, warm sperm trickling down the 
inner part of her thigh, clinging possessively to her quivering flesh. 

He fell back on his knees, breathing heavily, trying to regain his 
composure, but not looking up at her. 

She reached down and touched his face saying, "Charles, that was wonderful. 
You made me feel so good." 

He couldn't think of anything to say but, "Yes, missy, Thank you," a guilty 
look of remorse crossing over his face. 

She dressed slowly, brushing the hay from her body, hoping that her parents 
wouldn't be able to tell that she had just become a woman, that now she knew 
what all the moans and wild cries of passion meant that came from their 
bedroom. That she knew what it was like to have a man buried deep inside 
her. 

Charles dressed more quickly than she did and walked back outside and 
returned to washing the car. She ambled up the long walk from the stable to 
the house, a contented and conquering smile on her face. 

That will show them, she thought to herself. Now they don't know anything 
that I don't. And ... this is just the beginning! 

CHAPTER FOUR 

She spent the remainder of the week with her parents, but the following 
Sunday they told her that she would have to go back to school and finish out 
the term. It Wouldn't be easy to face the girls again after having run away 
and the thought of being locked up with only girls was frustrating to her. 
Now that she had had a taste of sex, she wasn't sure that she would be able 
to wait until her next vacation to sample it again. 

She was certain that the girls would know why she had run away and that they 
wouldn't treat her any differently when she returned, especially Sharon. She 
wasn't even sure that she could face Sharon after finding out what she had 
been told about her parents was true. It would be difficult for her to 
defend them now, after finding out the truth! 

It was late Sunday night when the car let her off in front of her dormitory. 
She stood outside for just a moment, trying to decide what she would say, 
what she would do when the girls approached her, but nothing came to mind. 
Her legs were quivering when she walked, up the stairs to the house mother's 
room and told her that she was back. 

"I hope I didn't worry you too much, Mrs. Foster" she said meekly. "I just 
had to get away for awhile." 

"That's all right, dear," she said sympathetically. "I know that it hasn't 
been easy for you;' your father being so famous, but I've talked with a few 
of the girls and they realize that they were being unkind, so I'm sure 
you'll find that you're very welcome and I doubt that you'll have any more 
trouble. If there ever is anything I can do to help, please do come see me. 
Now go to your room and get unpacked." 

She felt a little better as she walked to her room, but she wondered what 
she had said to the girls and what the girls had said was wrong. Maybe she 
would find out, but she wasn't going to ask any of them! 

When she was in her room for only a few minutes, she heard a knock on the 
door. 

"It's me, Sharon," a voice called out softly. "May I come in?" 

"S-s-sure," she said falteringly, wondering what she could possibly want. 

Sharon came in and plopped herself down on the bed. "I'm sorry if we were 
rough on you, Jenny." she said apologetically. "I guess we were cruel, but I 
just didn't think. At any rate, I'm glad you're back and please try to 
forgive me." Jenny turned around and smiled at her. "That's okay, Sharon, we 
all make mistakes, and maybe I was being a bit snobby to the others, so 
let's just forget anything ever happened, okay?" 

"That would be great. The others are sorry, too, but they chose me to be the 
spokesman for the group, and I'm glad you're not mad." Oh, I almost forgot," 
she added, "we're getting together in my room after lights out for a gab 
fest if you'd care to join us. We'd really like you to come." 

"That would be great. I'll sneak out just as soon as they check my room and 
I can hear the 'Proctor' go down the stairs." 

When Sharon left the room, Jenny began singing to herself and wondering just 
went on during the after-lights sessions in Sharon's room. She had wondered 
for a long time and now she was going to find out. 

She waited for almost ten minutes after the "Proctor" checked her room 
before she quietly opened her door and peeked down the hall to see if anyone 
was in sight. A few other doors were opening slowly, but it was just the 
other girls checking to see if the "Proctor" had left also. One by one they 
all tiptoed to Sharon's room and closed the door. They all sat in the center 
of the floor with only a small dim flashlight lighting their faces "Ssshhh," 
Sharon warned. "We don't want to get caught," trying to hold back a giggle. 

None of the. girls said anything to her about her "vacation," because they 
just assumed that Sharon had taken care of that, but she no longer felt like 
a stranger, she felt accepted, like any of the other girls and she couldn't 
help grinning. 

The girls sat around on the floor, exchanging notes on what had happened 
over the week-end. 

"Well, Pete met me as usual," Sharon said. "Only this time we didn't stay 
for the whole movie!" 

"Where'd you go," one girl asked. "What happened? You're lucky you didn't 
get caught." 

"We went to an apartment of one of his friends and drank some be.?r. He 
tried to put the make on me right in front of some of his friends, but I 
wouldn't let him." 

"Oh, come on Sharon," another said, "We all know you and Pete have been 
carrying on all year, so what was so different that day?" 

"We!!, all the lights were on. In the movies it's different, the other 
people can't see you or don't care, but there were about eight other people 
there just looking at us. It was weird!" 

"What do you mean, 'carrying on'?" Jenny asked nervously. 

"Oh, you know," Sharon replied, but not directly answering her question. 

She found it difficult to believe that some of the other girls weren't 
virgins either, and she wished that she had the nerve to come right out and 
ask them, but she just waited and listened to the others talk. 

"Sam and I did some pretty heavy petting in the back of the car on the way 
back to school," one girl said. "God, it feels wonderful. I had no idea. I'd 
never let him touch me there before," she continued, pointing between her 
legs. "It gives me goose bumps just to think about it!" 

"I've never done that," one of the younger girls chimed in. "I don't think 
I'd like it." 

"Oh you'd like it all right," Sharon said. "Just wait a while longer and 
that innocent boyfriend of yours won't be so patient." 

"What'd you do, Carol," Sharon asked a girl who hadn't said anything all 
night. 

"I went home for the week-end and my mother asked me if I needed birth 
control pills! Can you imagine that... my mother!" 

"Well, what did you tell her. You and Dave haven't just been holding hands 
for the past three months." 

"I didn't know what to tell her. I just sort of stammered that I doubted it, 
but I think she knew. Anyhow, she slipped some into my suitcase before I 
left the house. If my father ever found out, he'd kill her... and me!" She 
laughed nervously. 

"You're sleeping with Dave," Jenny asked. "Since when, what's it like?" 

"Well, if she's not sleeping with him, I'd like to know how she got those 
bruise bites on her stomach!" Carol's room-mate added, laughingly. 

"That's none of your business what Dave and I do," Carol said angrily. 

"Oh come off it everyone," Sharon mediated, "We're not all lily white and 
pure, so what's the difference?" 

Jenny wondered how many of the girls were actually virgins and how many of 
them just said they were. However, from the gist of the conversation, it 
seemed to be more the vogue if you weren't a virgin. She found it difficult 
to believe that every girl in the room had had experiences with a man before 
and she was certain that some of them just made their stories up. 

It was close to midnight when the girls wandered back to their rooms one by 
one, until Sharon and Jenny were the only ones left. 

"I'm not really tired," Sharon said, "Why don't you stay for a little while 
longer and tell me all about your visit home." 

"Not much to tell, really," she said, wishing that she could tell someone 
what she had done. 

"I've got some pictures here that you might like, if you'd care to see 
them." Sharon said, then added, seeing the look of concern on Jenny's face. 

"No, they're not of your father or mother, believe me! 

"What are they," she asked, her curiosity obvious. 

"I stole them out of my brother's room the last time I was home. Boy, he 
must be a horny bastard," she continued laughingly. "He's only twenty, but 
the girls chase him right down the street." 

She opened a box that was in the back of one drawer and took out a stack of 
pictures printed on cheap postcards. 

"They're all different," Sharon said, handing them to Jenny and holding the 
flashlight very close. "Aren't they something?" 

Jenny looked at the first picture and gasped aloud. She couldn't believe her 
eyes, it was of a couple making love! 

"Just look at the expression on her face," Sharon commented. "She looks like 
she's in absolute heaven, doesn't she?" 

"Yes . . . yes . . . she does," Jenny breathed unbelievingly, her eyes still 
glued to the first picture. The woman was lying on a bed, her legs spread 
wide apart and a huge man was kneeling between them, his gigantic cock 
buried to the hilt in her. The picture must have been taken at an odd angle, 
because you could see where his enormous, rigid shaft disappeared into the 
tender, pink folds of her vagina. Just a half inch or so of his cock was 
showing and she wondered if he was in her as far as he could go and he still 
was left outside her! He was built like Charles and she thought only negroes 
were supposed to be built like that! The woman's face was contorted in a 
depraved sort of ecstasy, her lips curling slightly from the pleasure and 
probably pain from his monstrous impalement. 

She looked over at Sharon and she too had a slight smile on her face. 

"What's so funny?" Jenny asked. 

"I was just watching you," she whispered slyly. "Have you ever gone 'all the 
way' with anyone?" 

Jenny was startled at her pointed question, but answered as nonchalantly as 
she could, "Sure, haven't you?" 

"Yeah," Sharon answered simply and began flipping the pictures over so that 
Jenny could see the whole stack. 

"Check this one," she said, showing her a picture of a woman sucking an 
enormous prick in her mouth. You could see the tip of her tongue on the 
underside of the penis and there was a strange, hungry look in her 
lust-glazed eyes. 

"God, look at the size of that," Jenny murmured. "It almost doesn't look 
real. Wonder if someone is actually built like that?" 

Both girls started to giggle, when suddenly they heard footsteps outside in 
the hall. 

"Quick, let's duck under the covers," Sharon said. "I don't want the proctor 
to see the light or hear us." 

Jenny quickly slipped under the covers of Sharon's bed, still trying to 
stifle her laughter. They made a small tent under the blanket and turned on 
the flashlight again. 

"Let me see the rest of them," Jenny asked excitedly, taking some of the 
pictures from Sharon's hand. "I can't believe that people actually pose for 
things like this!" God, how that must feel, she thought, and she wished that 
she could feel like that right now. 

"He certainly is a huge stud, isn't he?" Sharon said, reading her thoughts. 
"How'd you like to get some of that action. Bet he'd spoil you for everyone 
else, he's so enormous." 

"It'd probably hurt, don't you think?" Jenny mused. 

"Maybe, but think of how it would feel after he's all the way in! How 
marvelous!" She shuddered slightly, moving closer to Jenny as if she were 
cold. 

Jenny studied every picture, marveling at the different angles and poses the 
people were able to contrive. "They look like crabs, all legs and arms," she 
said finally. "Wonder if everyone looks like that?" 

"Well, you said that you're not a virgin so you should know. I thought you 
were actually, when did you lose 'it?'" Jenny waited for a few minutes and 
then decided that she may as well tell her, after all, she wasn't a virgin 
either. 

"It happened while I was home last week," she said. "The chauffeur!" 

"The chauffeur," Sharon said amazed. "Isn't he colored?" 

"Yes . . . yes, he is," she answered hesitantly, then laughed, "but hung 
like a stud horse!" 

Both girls laughed and she could tell that Sharon was trying not to act 
shocked. 

"I've never done it with a colored person," she admitted. "Is it any 
different from a white man?" 

"Don't know," she said, "never had a white man! 

"God, suppose you get pregnant," Sharon said. "What would you do?" 

"I'm not worried about that right now, I just got to be careful from now on 
or I may get in trouble!" 

She could tell that she had gained new respect in Sharon's eyes and she 
smiled and thought, so this was what's been going on. 

"Wonder where you buy these pictures," Jenny asked. "They must be hard to 
get a hold of." 

"My brother hangs out downtown a lot and some of his friends are pretty 
wild, so I guess he got them from them. I stole something else from him 
too," she said. 

"I'll get it in a minute, but look at the rest of these pictures before I 
put them away." 

Jenny had been studying each picture so carefully that she was only half way 
through the stack. 

The next picture she turned to was one of two men and a woman. The woman was 
stretched out, spread-eagle on the bed and one man was kneeling in back of 
her, his long, thick phallus just beginning to slide into her mouth. The 
other man was kneeling between her legs, his mouth completely! covering her 
wide-spread pubis and his tongue was darting out, flicking at her clitoris 
and vaginal lips. 

"She looks like she's about to go out of her mind," Sharon commented. "Can 
you imagine having two men make love to you at once. It must be wild." 

Jenny could feel a tightening between her legs as she remembered what 
Charles had done to her with his tongue before he took her virginity, and 
she pressed her legs tightly together, but the burning sensation remained. 
She rubbed her hands anxiously up and down on her thin nightgown, kneading 
the flesh of her thighs beneath the cotton material. 

"Whew," she murmured, "that's quite a turn-on!" 

She shuddered involuntarily, and Sharon casually put her arm over her waist 
and whispered, "I have something that will really turn you on. Do you want 
to see it now?" 

"Y-yes, I think so," she stammered. "But it can't be any wilder than this." 

Sharon slid over the top of Jenny and out of bed quietly opening her top 
dresser drawer and pulled out an object and quickly slid back under the 
covers. 

"What's that?" Jenny asked astonished, the outline not quite clear in the 
dim light from the flashlight. 

"What does it look like?" Sharon said, holding it down directly under the 
light so she could see better. 

"I know what it looks like, but what's it for?" she asked again, not taking 
her eyes away from the long, sausage-like object. 

"All the girls have used it at one time or another, it's really quite nice. 
Do you want me to show you?" 

Jenny didn't say anything for a few minutes, then reached out and 
breathlessly took the penis-like instrument in her hand. "God, it looks so 
real. 

Where did you get that?" 

"I stole this from my brother's room, too. Want to try it?" Sharon asked 
again, a lewd excitement burning in her eyes. 

Jenny already was aroused from looking at the pictures, but she wasn't sure 
that she could go along with what Sharon had in mind and her concern showed 
on her face. 

"Move over, I'm freezing," Sharon said, adjusting the covers over them so 
that she could curl down next to Jenny. 

Jenny was still holding the pictures in her hand, and Sharon began to 
describe what it must feel like to have someone that huge inside of you. 

"This one is just as big as that guy's in the picture. See?" And Jenny 
looked again at the monstrous dildo. 

She tried to cross her legs to quell the disturbing nervous feeling she was 
getting, but her curiosity and desire had been aroused and she wasn't sure 
what to do about it. 

Sharon moved closer to her in the bed, almost pinning her up against the 
wall, and let her hand reach up and gently touch her breast. Her nipples 
were already erect from the erotic and tantalizing pictures and Sharon's 
descriptions and she couldn't deny that she wanted a man very desperately at 
that very moment. 

"We shouldn't . . . it's not right," Jenny protested. "Someone may come in 
and then what'd we do?" 

"Sssssshhhh, just be quiet and I'll show you. Don't be embarrassed, all the 
other girls have used it. After all, we can't have boys with us all the 
time." 

Sharon's hand closed firmly over her breast. She felt as though she were 
being trapped, yet she was unable to move and the soft female touch excited 
her. She didn't have the power to resist the other girl's advances. 

"Relax," Sharon murmured quietly, leaning over and warmly kissing her ear. 
She began to nibble at her neck and ears and she stirred uncomfortably 
beneath her caress, but Sharon held her fast. "Once you've had a boy's cock, 
it's hard to go without it, I know. So just relax and let me make you 
happy," she whispered hypnotically. Jenny couldn't believe what was 
happening, that Sharon was a lesbian, but her body cried out to be 
satisfied, and when Sharon's soft, lipstick covered mouth covered her own, 
she felt her own lips gradually giving way under the pressure. Sharon's 
tongue traced a line over her lips, flicking in and out of her mouth gently 
at first and then more insistently. Her body was crushed against hers and 
she let the pictures slip out of her hand and onto the floor. She tried 
weakly to push her away, but her lass was so demanding and passionate that 
she found herself wanting to return it. 

Sharon had the huge, rubber cock in her hand and was rubbing it teasingly up 
and down her, under her nightgown. 

"Oooohhhhh," Jenny murmured. "Mnnnoooo." 

"It feels good, doesn't it," Sharon murmured, pulling her mouth away for 
just a moment. 

"Mmnammmm, yes ... yes," she whimpered softly, "but it's not right, oooooh, 
it's just not right, oooooh." 

Sharon did not give her a chance to protest any further, but reached her 
hand all the way up beneath her nightgown and began to" caress the fullness 
of her breasts, pinching gently at the pink nipples, tweaking them until 
they ached. 

"Take off your gown," she whispered, slipping her own down over her 
shoulders, and wriggling her hips until it lay at the bottom of the bed. 
Jenny did not move so Sharon pulled gently at the hem of her nightgown and 
eased it over her head as she lay there completely entranced, all resistance 
destroyed by the lewd flames of desire licking salaciously down between her 
strengthless legs. 

Her body felt as though it would burn up from desire and as Sharon crushed 
her body against hers, she knew that it was too late to stop, that her 
desire had to be fulfilled. 

Sharon's hand reached down and began to tickle the vee of her loins, finding 
the soft, sensitive lips of her vagina, moving them back and forth gently 
and expertly. Jenny moved her hips back and forth, her own passion taking 
charge of her body and her mind. 

"God," she whispered, "that feels soooo good." 

"It'll be better in a minute," Sharon choked out, rubbing her thumb over the 
nob of her clitoris until it stood up erect and hard. "That's the spot ... 
that's it," she whispered almost to herself. 

The rubber organ was lying next to them on the bed and she wanted to reach 
out and grab it, hold it and pretend that she was in bed with a man, but 
Sharon's hands held her fast. 

"Do you want it " Sharon whispered, biting softly at her tender, ripe 
breasts. "Ohhhh . . . yesssss," she answered. "I feel sooo good..." 

The tension in her body was becoming unbearable and she couldn't unwind. Her 
muscles were contracted with anticipation and need, her whole body heated 
with the raging desire, the burning need of sexual fulfillment. 

Sharon pulled away for just a moment and threw back the covers. "Just a 
minute," she said, "I'll make you feel like no boy ever could." 

Both girls were so caught up in their passion that nothing else mattered, 
but satisfaction. She slid out of bed again, this time taking the false 
penis with her. When she stood up the light caught the immensity of the 
organ as Sharon tied it around her hips. 

She could see that there were two loose rubber sacs attached to the giant 
rod, which hung down from the ties. Sharon was pouring something into the 
back of the phallus and she asked, "What're you doing?" 

"Oil . . . baby oil," she answered. "Hot water is better, but I'm afraid to 
go out into the hall. It'll make you feel like ten guys have cum inside of 
you." Her voice was thick and choked as she hurriedly tied the huge prick to 
her body and slid back into bed alongside Jenny. 

She was trembling from anticipation and fear as Sharon urged her to spread 
her legs, something inside her was stopping her. 

"Don't be ashamed," she said, "it'll make you feel so good," and she began 
to run her hands wantonly over her quivering body. 

Sharon was kneeling between her legs, aiming the monstrous instrument at her 
open and unprotected vagina. 

"It's too big, it'll hurt," she whimpered, doubts coursing through her 
tortured brain in spite of the heat in her belly. 

"The oil will make it easier," she answered, moving up closer to her tiny, 
open slit and pressing the full length of her body down on Jenny's heaving 
torso. 

The nipples of Sharon's breasts were crushing against hers, teasingly, 
demandingly, increasing her desire to a fever pitch. She could feel the 
rubber phallus rubbing against the inside of her thighs and she tried to 
close her eyes and pretend that it was a boy . . . her very own lover. 
Sharon's hands slipped beneath her hips and raised her slightly so that she 
could have better access to her waiting cunt, and then, gradually she felt 
the huge, hard prick begin to push at her vaginal lips, the head teasingly 
spreading the soft, sparse pubic hair,, impatiently thrusting for entry 
between her open thighs. 

"Ooooohhhhh," she groaned as she felt the hard, oily cock slip gently 
between her legs and into her throbbing orifice. Little by little she pushed 
her hips forward as Sharon worked the rubber rod deeper and deeper into her 
now aching cunt. 

They were both breathing hard now, pushing against each other's body with an 
undeniable urgency. Sharon's hands were working over her body like a dozen 
masseurs, kneading, pressing, digging into the soft, pliable flesh of her 
body. The cock was so enormously long and thick in her that when she pushed 
it in the last inch she thought that she would be torn apart. She jerked 
from the pain of the impalement, but there was no escape. 

Sharon's hands held her firmly onto the long, hard staff, her fingers 
digging into her buttocks and holding her firmly impaled on the huge, 
monstrous instrument. 

"Yes . . . yes . . God yes, I'm gonna fuck you good," she murmured, 
thrusting in deeply with all her strength. 

"Aaagggggghhh," Jenny almost screamed before Sharon's mouth crushed down on 
her, biting harshly at her lips and tongue. 

Her body was on fire, and she began to respond wildly to the ramming and 
thrusting of this unnatural fucking she was being subjected to. It felt as 
though the giant stump-like cock was buried right in her belly, tearing her 
apart with every stroke, like a red hot poker. She forgot about everything 
else except for the sudden demand her body made for its own lewd sexual 
satisfaction. 

Sharon eased up for just a moment, and she choked out thickly, "Don't stop, 
please . . . don't stop now." Her own hands reached down and grabbed her 
full, -soft buttocks, pulling them closer and deeper between her widespread 
thighs. She knew that she would climax soon and she didn't want this 
wonderful feeling to stop ... it couldn't stop! 

She could feel the walls of her vagina begin to contract against the 
thickness of the huge prick and she bucked her hips up and down, her legs 
flailing out on either side of her in order to take in every inch of the 
gigantic cock. 

"I can't stand it . . . you're killing me," she groaned as Sharon increased 
her thrusts. Her voice was choked with sobs of ecstasy and her passion 
overflowed racing through her body like a flood-tide. 

"I'm going to cum . . . I'm going to cum," she rasped. 

"That's it... do it.. . cum . . . cum," Sharon begged her, her own breath 
hot and moist on Jenny's face. The girls writhed and squirmed together 
violently, nothing else mattering except their own lust and desire. They 
were so caught up in their lovemaking that they didn't hear the footsteps 
stop just outside the door. They had no way of knowing that someone was 
listening to their heated groans and words, but there was! 

All that mattered was that there was a huge prick inside her and she closed 
her eyes tightly and visualized again what she had seen that night in her 
father's bedroom. 

"Oh daddy . . . ooohhhhh daddy, do it... do it to me," she gasped. "Fuck me, 
fuck me! Love me, daddy... love me!" 

The night watchman and janitor had walked past the room several times, 
thinking that he heard noises corning from inside, but this time he stopped 
and pressed his ear to the door. He had heard these same sounds coming from 
this room many times, but tonight they seemed louder and more desperate. He 
didn't know who was inside, but it didn't matter. He visualized two young, 
sex-starved girls experimenting with each other until they could stand it no 
longer and from their groans and panting he knew exactly what was going on. 
He rubbed his hands over the growing bulge in his trousers, checking up and 
down the hall to see that no one else was around, then carefully unzipped 
his fly and pulled out his own hard, thick, pulsing manhood, and rubbed it 
back and forth vigorously, pulling the foreskin back over the purplish-red 
knob and back on the shaft. God, I'd like to get some of that girl that's 
getting fucked, whoever she is, he thought ... so young ... so innocent . . 
. how sweet it would be, and she's just begging for it. Several times his 
other hand rested on the doorknob, debating whether or not he should just go 
in and take them both, but he stopped in time. His penis ached from the heat 
of his lust and masturbation and he wanted to bury himself deep into some 
sweet young thing's open, waiting cunt. 

"Ooohh daddy . . . give it to me . . . do it . . . fuck me harder," he heard 
one girl hissing, her voice raised with choking sobs. 

"I'll do it to you," he said softly to himself as he could feel his sperm 
boiling in his testicles as he was about to cum in his hand. 

While inside on the rocking, squeaking mattress: "I'm cumming . . . I'm 
cumming," Jenny gasped as she felt her vagina contract and expand around 
around the hard, thick phallus, and at that very moment she could feel her 
womb, her belly, her whole body being filled with the oil flooding her like 
a dam that had broken. 

"Yes . . . yes . . . Aaagggghhhhh, yes, that's it, daddy. Fill me with your 
cum, fill me!" She choked as her hips rose to accept every ounce of the 
tribute. "Ooooooh, DADDY!" 

When she had completed her final spasm, she relaxed against the mattress, 
her muscles weak from exertion and Sharon rolled off from on top of her. The 
girls lay side by side, their hands touching lightly and Jenny could feel 
herself about to fall asleep. 

"That was marvelous," she whispered, no longer ashamed, "I feel so good ... 
so completely satisfied. Wonderful. "I told you you'd enjoy it," Sharon 
said, a triumphant tone in her voice, like she was a man. "It's almost 
better than having a boy fuck you. I've never had one who was built like 
this," she continued, stroking her false, still hard prick, "and it never 
gets soft, it can go on for as long as you need it!" 

Jenny reached out and touched the giant dildo and said, "It wasn't quite 
fair, I got satisfied and you didn't. Next time I'll have to do it to you!" 

"Oh I came," Sharon reassured her. "I prefer being the man actually. I 
suppose the psychology teacher could read something into that, but I just 
happen to think it's fun for a change!" 

The janitor had spent himself and was hurriedly zipping up his fly and 
tiptoed down the hall and hid in a closet so he could watch and see who came 
out of the room. 

He waited for only a minute before Jenny carefully opened the door and 
sneaked back to her own room. 

So that's the hot, little number . . . wait until I get a crack at her, he 
thought to himself, fighting the urge to rush into her room and ravish her 
young, tender cunt right then and there. 

Jenny closed the door to her room and crawled into bed. Her mind was 
confused at what she had done. She knew that it wasn't right, that two girls 
just don't do that sort of thing, but it wasn't really like two girls. It 
had felt so real, so much like a man, that maybe it wasn't so bad. She 
didn't want to think about it, but she knew that tomorrow it would haunt her 
waking moments and hoped that it didn't torture her dreams too. 

"Oh daddy," she whispered to herself as she fell asleep, her body satisfied 
but her mind in turmoil of doubt and confusion. "You fucked me so good 
tonight." 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The week went smoothly and she didn't have any trouble with the girls and 
Sharon didn't mention anything about their "affair" that Sunday night. It 
still bothered her somewhat, but as the days went by her conscience was 
eased. 

On Thursday afternoon after classes, all the girls gathered once again in 
Sharon's room and discussed their plans for the week-end. After everyone had 
left, Sharon told Jenny that on Saturday several of the local boys were 
having a party at an. apartment and that they were invited. 

"I told them all about you and Pete told me to bring you along. It should be 
a gas. What'd you say?" 

"What kind of a party is it?" she asked hesitantly. "What do they do?" 

"Probably have a few beers and the usual things, but Pete promised me that 
we would be doing some real out of sight things I He told me I had to learn 
sometime, and there was no time like the present. Sounds exciting, doesn't 
it?" 

"I wonder what he means by 'out of sight.' It sounds spooky!" Jenny replied, 
but a chill of anticipation shuddered through her body. 

"Don't worry about anything. Pete said that he has three or four guys that 
have been dying to take you out, so you don't have to worry about a date. 
You'll probably be the hit of the party. In fact, sometimes I think Pete 
would like to ask you out too." 

"I'd never go out with your boyfriend, Sharon, you know that." 

"I know you wouldn't, Jen, but I've seen the way these guys pass the girls 
around. They're heartbreakers, but soooo much fun. I just know it'll be a 
ball." 

Jenny thought about the things that had gone on at her parents' party and 
she wondered if it would be anything like that. Just the thought of several 
boys vying for her attention made her excited. It would give her a chance to 
try her vamping powers. Maybe she could be as sexy and desirable as Lorna 
Day, the woman who was making love to her father! She stood in front of her 
mirror admiring the full, voluptuous curves that filled out her sweater, the 
narrowness of her waist and the soft roundness of her hips and buttocks. 
I've got to wear something very sexy and slinky, she thought to herself and 
started to go through her closet to find the most inviting thing she could 
find. It had to be something extra special if she was going to impress the 
boys and make them want her. She knew that some of the local girls wore 
pretty daring clothes and she couldn't be any different or she wouldn't fit 
in. She was finally popular with the girls at school again and she didn't 
want to take any chances of losing ground again, it had taken her too long 
to win their friendship. She stared at all the clothes hanging neatly in her 
closet, but none seemed to be quite appropriate for the party. She had some 
very low-cut, provocative cocktail dresses, but she couldn't very well walk 
out of the dormitory wearing one of them or she'd be caught for sure, so she 
went to Sharon's room to discuss the possibilities with her. She should know 
what would be best. "What are you going to wear to the party?" she asked, 
feeling a little embarrassed that she had to depend on her friend for 
advice. 

"Something slinky, you can bet on that, and very little underwear," she 
laughed. "Why, what're you going to wear?" 

"I don't think that I have anything that would be real good," she said, "and 
I don't want to feel out of place. Will you help me pick something out?" 

"Sure, be glad to, and if you're not satisfied, I've got plenty of things 
you can borrow. They may be a little snug on you since you're more stacked 
than I am, but that's all the better actual- Together they looked through 
Sharon's closet and picked out a very tight-fitting black dress that was cut 
low in front, and flared just slightly over the hips, but stopped several 
inches above the knees. 

"I think you'd look great in this hot pink outfit, Jen," she said. "Try it 
on, I bet you'll be a knockout!" 

Jen tried on the skirt and sweater outfit, tugging at the hem of the skirt 
to pull it down. 

"I'm shorter than you, Jen, but it looks okay on you ... in fact, it looks 
fantastic. If I had legs like yours, I'd wear all my clothes just that 
short. Here, try on the sweater." 

She slipped the sweater over her head and pulled it smoothly over her ample, 
firm breasts and tucked it inside the skirt. 

"Get your push-up brassiere, it'll give you a mile of cleavage and that will 
really drive them out of their minds." 

Jenny ran down the hall to her room and got her brassiere that she called 
her "body bra" and put it on. Once again she pulled the bright pink sweater 
over her head and adjusted it. Her breasts stood out pointedly, the soft, 
full curve that showed above the half-cup of the brassiere was temptingly 
revealed in the vee of the neckline. 

"Wow . . . double wow!" Sharon gasped. "That ought to get it!" 

Jenny stood on her toes in an effort to get a full length view of her 
outfit, but she couldn't see. 

"Stand on the bed," Sharon told her, and she bounced up on the bed and stood 
there admiring her figure in the mirror. 

"It's quite an outfit, isn't it," Jenny said, running her hands over the 
soft, resilient curve of her breast and placing her hands on her hips, 
accentuating the smallness of it. "The skirt is so short, do you think I can 
get out of the dormitory without getting caught?" 

"Wear your trench coat and no one will know the difference. Believe me, you 
look great." 

Jenny got down from the bed and said, "thanks a lot, Sharon, you're a real 
life saver. I just didn't know what I was going to wear." 

"Anytime," she grinned back. "Just think of the fun we're going to have. I 
get all nervous and excited just thinking about it. Pete and I have done 
just about everything I know of, so I'm anxious to see what these different 
and strange things are he's talking about!" 

"It does sound fantastic," Jenny said excitedly, closing the door behind her 
and hurrying to her room before anyone saw her dressed like that. 

She couldn't help thinking about what was going to happen in two days when 
she went to sleep, just the thought of the mysterious way Pete had phrased 
the invitation was thrilling enough. She could hardly wait to see what the 
boys looked like that had wanted to take her out. She hoped that they would 
be big and handsome, not the intellectual type, she just wasn't in the mood 
for that. She wanted a real man . . . someone like her father! 

The next day she had her psychology seminar, but her mind wasn't on her 
lesson. She just sat there and half listened as the lecturer began. 

"Today we are going to discuss the Oedipus complex and the Father-Daughter 
relationships," he began. "I don't know how many of you have given it much 
thought, but I am going to try to bring out a point that I want you to think 
about, ponder and perhaps it may change your way of thinking and your life. 
Since you live in a basically female world here at school, it is difficult 
for you to experience any male guidance, like that your father would give 
you if you were home, so in your cases, this lecture is doubly important, so 
please pay attention. 

"I'm all sure you have heard, or even used the term 'mama's boy,' when 
referring to someone you know who appears to be overly protected by his 
mother, or just a sissy type. Most of the time these boys will grow out of 
their close attachment to their mothers, but where there is not a dominant 
male or strong father influence, these boys may never grow to a secure 
masculine maturity, and as a result, will be dominated by women all their 
lives. Sometimes there is no father in the home, or the father himself has 
been dominated by women all his life. It is an unfortunate circumstance, 
because even if these men do marry, they invariably choose a woman who will 
be a mother to them and not a partner who can share their lives. They expect 
to be pampered, coddled and taken care of by the woman of their choice. Most 
of the time these women are older and delight in spoiling their "little 
boy," but hopefully, none of you present in the classroom are looking for, 
or want this type of relationship. 

"More important to your lives is the Father-Daughter syndrome. In most 
marriages, the male is the dominant member of the family. He earns the 
living, supports the family, makes the decisions and the woman listens and 
obeys her husband. This does not imply that the father is the tyrant in the 
family by any means. More often than not, he is the sympathetic listener, 
arbitrator and friend, but this, too, can present problems when the man has 
only daughters and no sons, or the daughter is the youngest and the favored. 
How many times have you asked your mother for permission for something and 
been denied, then turned around and asked your father to interfere for you' 
and giant you permission? I'm sure you have used all your feminine wiles, 
your smiles, hugs and kisses to convince him that what you want to do is all 
right and you should be allowed." 

Several of the girls in the class began to giggle, knowing that surely all 
of them at one time or another had done just that. 

"Yes, you can laugh," the professor continued, "but you know it's true. 
Women have been the seducers of men since time began, and I'm afraid, it 
doesn't matter whether they were three or sixty! Look at Delilah, Cleopatra, 
Catherine the Great, Helen of Troy. All these women used their feminine 
charms to seduce and twist men around their fingers, and these men were not 
'mama's boys!' "Ask yourself this question, 'How many of you call your 
fathers "Daddy" and your mothers "mother," not "mummy or mommy?" This alone 
is an indication of how you feel about your fathers." 

Jenny thought about her reactions when she was making love with Charles, how 
she had seduced him and then pretended it was her father, and the same thing 
when she had been with Sharon! I love my father she thought to herself, but 
it surely isn't in some unnatural way, I'm not trying to seduce him... or am 
I? 

The professor continued, "Don't let these thoughts scare you for they are 
the most natural things in the world. Naturally you respect your fathers, 
even perhaps revere them, they are your ideal of what every man should be. 
Fathers think that no man is good enough for their daughters and it is with 
reluctance, no matter how strong they may be, that they give their daughters 
to some young man in marriage. They still worry about their welfare, whether 
they are being treated fairly and would cheerfully choke any man who 
slandered or hurt them, so it is the natural thing that the daughters should 
respond vehemently to their father's impressions." 

"You will find, I'm sure, that consciously or subconsciously, you rate or 
judge the boys you date by your father; perhaps not directly, but certainly 
by what you think your father would say if he met the young man in your own 
home." 

Jenny thought, God, Charles was no more like my father than an apple is to a 
pear; they are both men, but completely different in every aspect, yet she 
couldn't deny that she had used Charles to get back at her father for making 
love to Lorna Day. She had been jealous! 

"This is not always an easy thing to overcome, just as your father thinks no 
one is good enough for you, you may think that no man will ever measure up 
to your father! It can develop into a vicious circle if you let it, but as 
you mature and learn to accept each man as an individual, learn to accept 
his good points along with his bad, then you grow to love and respect your 
chosen mate with a true camaraderie, true compassion and true love. This is 
the point that I am trying to make ... we cannot judge people by others. We 
all make comparisons, naturally, but we cannot be unfair in our judgments. 
You, I'm sure, all feel that your fathers are perfect, but, believe me, 
they, too, have their faults as every other human, so you must not let it 
jade your decisions in choosing a boyfriend or that all important decision 
of a lifetime mate." 

Jenny was listening to what the professor was saying, but she couldn't help 
but let her mind stray to the party that was going to take place on 
Saturday. She wondered whether the boys would know who her father was, would 
they treat her any differently because she had a famous father, or would 
they accept her like any other eager, attractive young girl. She knew that 
she had so much to offer, but she didn't want to be hurt again by anyone. 
She had been hurt by her girlfriends earlier in the year, her father had 
unconsciously hurt when she caught him making love to Miss Day, and she 
didn't think she could stand it again. The boys just had to like her no 
matter what she had to do to make them. 

"I want to be loved, loved completely with no barriers," she whispered to 
herself, but perhaps a bit more loudly than she anticipated or realized. 

"What did you say, Miss Rhodes," the professor said, interrupting his 
lecture for just a moment. 

"Ww-hat," she stammered. "Oh, nothing, I was just thinking out loud." 

The professor smiled at her and said, "I know, Jennifer, and I heard part of 
what you murmured, and it is the most normal desire in the world ... to be 
loved. Your case is a special one in that you have a very famous and very 
handsome and respected father, it isn't surprising that you should love him 
very much and expect others to love him, but you must realize that everyone 
does not have the same visage, the same talents or attractiveness of your 
father. They may be talented, attractive or special in many other ways. This 
is exactly what I am trying to get you young ladies to understand." 

Jenny blushed and wondered if anyone else in the room had heard what she had 
said, and she glanced over at Sharon who was looking back at her with a 
knowing, but warm smile. 

At least they don't chide me anymore, don't make fun of me, and Sharon 
accepts me I Sharon's acceptance had become very important to her, because 
she knew that if she did, as the accepted leader in the dorm, the others 
would not question her. 

"I think I know what you mean, or what you're saying, Professor Wright," she 
said meekly. "After all, our fathers are the first men in our lives and 
therefore we would naturally use them as a guide and level. It's just that 
sometimes it's hard to accept it!" 

"It's never easy, Jenny. Life is full of disappointments, broken hearts, yet 
these bad experiences give a fuller understanding and a readiness to 
appreciate the good things and the happy times. Just remember that and 
you'll never go too far off the beaten path." 

It made her feel better to know that others faced the same problem that she 
did, that she wasn't the only girl in the world who worshipped her father. 
If she had been the only one the professor wouldn't be making this subject 
the crux of his lecture. 

One of the other girls in the room raised her hand. 

"Yes, Carolyn," the professor said. "Do you have a question?" 

"Well, it's rather personal, professor, but I suppose it's all right to ask 
it. I know all the girls and they are familiar with my background anyway." 

"Well, he said, pausing, "if you would care to discuss it with me after 
class, that's perfectly all right too." 

"No, I'd rather say it now, because I know others have the same situation I 
do, too." She continued, "My father has never been around the house very 
much, he travels extensively for his company and is just there for a few 
days when I'm home for vacation, and sometimes even that is cut short. My 
mother has been the one to discipline me, sure, but I don't resent her for 
it, hate her or love my father more because he isn't the disciplinarian. In 
fact, I don't really feel that I know my father. I couldn't say what he 
would do in any given circumstance, but I do know what my mother would do. 
Does this make my relationship an unnatural oner "Certainly not," the 
professor said. "I think you are very fortunate that you don't bear any hard 
feelings toward your mother or your father. Not that you should, but often 
times young people do rebel against those who lay down the law and favor the 
more lenient parent, but respecting the law and obeying it is also a part of 
maturity and living successfully in our society. You have reached this plane 
at a very early age and it should be considered a blessing." 

"I'm not saying that I've never hated my mother or my father, but I've never 
stopped loving them at the same time. Is this possible? 

"Assuredly, Carolyn. There will always be times when we feel hurt and say we 
hate someone, but deep inside we know that we still love them." 

This last comment jolted Jenny to a reality that she had never thought of 
before. She had hated her father when she saw him with that other woman, but 
yet she turned around and pretended that he was her love object when she had 
seduced the chauffeur. This was exactly what he was talking about, and he 
said that it was normal. 

"The bell is about to ring, ladies," he said', "but think about what I've 
told you today, and remember, we all love in different ways, we can love 
many people at the same time, but each in a different way. I needn't tell 
you that there is a vast difference between a sexual love and a spiritual 
love, but so many times the young get the two confused, and this, too, is 
all a part of growing up. 

Sharon nudged Jenny and whispered, "I don't care what kind of love it is, as 
long as I get my share!" 

Jenny giggled and said, "Me, too. Gosh, I can't wait for Saturday, I'm 
getting excited just thinking about it, all those boys and God knows what 
else. It should really be a blast." 

The bell rang and the girls filed out of the room and to the dormitory for 
study hour. 

"Carolyn," Sharon asked, "were you putting the professor on about your 
mother and father. You've told me that you hate your father, that you're 
afraid of him." 

"Well, sometimes I do hate him and I guess it is a type of fear, but deep 
down I do love him. No, I wasn't putting him on, I was just trying to 
understand how I feel." 

"Aren't we all," Jenny interjected. 

"Amen," Sharon said laughingly. 

"Why don't you study in my room this afternoon, Jenny," Sharon asked winking 
at her. "Then we can talk about Saturday, okay. I want to get some of your 
opinions." 

"That's great, let me get my notes and books and I'll be right down," and 
she ran up the stairs to her room and got her books. 

Sharon was already at her desk when Jenny walked in, but jumped and quickly 
shoved something in her desk drawer. 

"Oh, it's you, you scared me," she said, almost flying out of her chair. 

"What were you doing," Jenny asked. 

"Just looking at the pictures again, trying to imagine what Pete had in mind 
for the party." 

"Has he seen the pictures?" Jenny asked. 

"No, I told him about them a few weeks ago, but I don't want them to get out 
of my possession, if you know what I mean." 

"Let me see them again," she asked anxiously. "It was so dark the other 
night that I couldn't really get a good look." 

"Sure, here," she said, pushing the stack toward her, "but put them inside 
your notebook in case someone comes in." 

Jenny put the pile of postcards inside her book and began studying each 
picture carefully. 

"They certainly get in some weird contortions," she mused out loud. "Looks 
like they must be made of rubber." 

"Like our little 'man' over there in the drawer," Sharon grinned. 

"Yeah, something like that," she answered giggling. "Wonder if these men are 
wearing them?" 

"No, look carefully, you can't see any ties around them, it must be the real 
thing. Can you just imagine how a real one that size would feel inside of 
you?" 

"Some of these pictures must have been taken with mirrors, I swear," she 
commented. "I've never seen anything like it." 

"Do you think that Pete would ever do anything like that?" Jenny asked 
hesitantly. 

"I don't know, he's been around a lot, all of the fellows have, and from the 
way they talk, you'd think that they were all the biggest studs around! I 
even hate to think of it, it gives me goose bumps. 

Pete is a good lover, but he sure as hell isn't built like that guy in these 
pictures. Maybe he took some kind of drug to make him that size?" 

"God, I sure hope that I never meet a man who's hung like that, it'd be 
enough to kill me," Jenny said. 

It was relieving to her that she could talk to someone like Sharon who knew 
what was going on. She felt so grown-up, so worldly since she had lost her 
virginity, and it was exciting just to be able to talk to someone who didn't 
think it was terrible and felt the same way she did. 

"Has Pete ever made love to you other than the regular way?" she asked 
finally. "Some of these pictures make the 'old' way seem out of date, if you 
know what I mean. Wonder what it would feel like?" 

Sharon looked at her and grinned, "We've made love in a few different 
positions, but I doubt that even he knows all the things that are shown in 
these pictures." 

"Wouldn't it be a kick to teach him something new. Can you just imagine the 
shock it would be to him if you showed him a new way to screw!" 

"Never thought of it, actually, but it might not be a bad idea," Sharon 
said. 

"Do you think that we should take the pictures along to the party with us," 
Jenny asked. "It might be a surprise for them!" 

"No, I don't really think that we'll need them, and I wish we'd change the 
subject, I'm getting hot just waiting for Saturday. God, I'd love to have 
Pete here right now." 

"We could always use your toy, if you want to, I don't mind," Jenny added. 

"Christ!" Sharon almost shouted. "Not in the middle of the afternoon. Do you 
want the whole dormitory to walk in and catch us?" 

"I guess you're right, but I'm getting rather hot myself, maybe we'd better 
put these things away before I go completely out of my mind!" 

She handed the pictures back to Sharon, but her hand was clenched tightly 
between her legs and she was squeezing it, trying to get rid of the aching, 
throb that was beginning to stir in her loins. 

"I must be over-sexed," she giggled. "I could almost make myself cum right 
now just thinking about it." 

"I've done that many times too," Sharon admitted. "It's hard to get used to 
not making love after you've had it a few times!" 

"Think I'll go back to my room, take a cold shower or something," Jenny 
said, picking up her books and walking towards the door. 

"Have a good time," Sharon called after her, laughing. 

Jenny almost raced down the hall to her room and locked the door. She knew 
that the doors were to be open at all times, but she had to do something to 
quench the fire that was burning between her legs. 

She lay back on her bed and took off her panties, pulling her skirt up 
around her hips. She drew her thighs back in a crab-like position and closed 
her eyes tight. Her hands were trembling as she touched the vee of her 
crotch and rubbed gently against the tiny bud of her clitoris until it was 
hard. 

"Ooohhhhhh," she moaned. "I want it so badly." 

Her fingers were racing up and down her thighs, teasing and tickling herself 
until she was churning her hips up and down on the bed in a crazed sensual 
frenzy. 

Slowly she fingered the lips of her vagina until she could feel the heat of 
her own juices begin to flow, wetting her loins, getting her ready. 

She inserted one finger gently into the hot, waiting channel of her cunt, 
wriggling it back and forth, pushing her hips down on her own impalement 
until in her uncontrolled passion her fingernail accidentally dug into the 
tender, wet lining. 

"Ooohhh, do it ... do it, I've got to cum," she urged herself in spite of 
the sudden pain, closing her eyes and pretending someone was doing it to 
her. Her cunt was inflamed with a raging heat, throbbing with need and she 
knew that she would quickly bring herself to her climax. 

"How wonderful," she murmured as she couid feel the walls of her vagina 
contract against her finger warmly, wetly ... 

"Aaaagggghhhhh," she groaned, "I'm cumming, I'm making myself cum!" 

She bucked and squirmed on the bed, her finger still buried deep inside her 
until her last spasm stopped and left her body weak and drained on the bed. 

"I've got to have a boy's prick inside me soon or I'll die," she whispered 
breathlessly to herself. "God, I can't wait till Saturday." 

She was apprehensive about sneaking out of the dormitory for the party, but 
she was also afraid if she chickened out that she would lose her popularity 
again, and she couldn't take that, besides her desire was mounting more each 
day, and she knew that it alone would make her go no matter what happened. 

CHAPTER SIX 

The girls waited around the dormitory all day Saturday getting their clothes 
ready, washing their hair and anxiously discussing their plans for that 
night. 

"Meet me by the back stairs about ten minutes after lights out. Miss Swanson 
is on duty tonight and I know she has a date with one of the professors so 
she'll be in the front parlor and won t hear us." 

"Won't that door be locked?" Jenny asked nervously. 

"No, that's the one the night watchman comes in, so it's left open for an 
hour or so after curfew. Don't worry, we wont get caught. The boys will meet 
us in back of the hockey field so we won't have to walk too far." 

"Okay," she agreed, "I just hope it goes off all right." 

The hours seemed to drag by that afternoon as they waited impatiently for 10 
o'clock, but finally the bell for lights out rang. Jenny had dressed 
carefully, making sure that all her physical assets were clearly visible, 
added a bit more make-up than she ordinarily wore, sprayed herself with some 
cologne and waited for ten minutes before carefully opening her door and 
checking the hallway. She heard Sharon's door close and her footsteps on the 
back stairs and hoped that she would be quieter. Carrying her shoes in her 
hand, she moved quickly down the corridor and down the stairs where Sharon 
met her at the door. 

"Ssshhhh," she motioned with her finger. "We've got to move quickly, before 
the watchman comes to check on his rounds." 

She opened the door and the two girls slipped out into the cool night air. 
Jenny's heart was beating from nervousness and the excitement of their 
daring adventure. 

"I feel all queasy inside," she whispered. "I hope I get over it soon or I 
think my heart will come right through my chest!" 

"Well he clear of the dormitory in a minute," Sharon answered, "and then 
we're home free. I can see the car up the block, the boys are already 
there." 

In a few minutes the girls were a few feet from the car and Pete jumped out 
and said, "Well, here come the truants." 

"Quiet," Sharon chided. "Do you want to tell the whole world about it?" 

"What's wrong with that," he said, his voice still loud and he was slurring 
his words. 

"You're drunk," Sharon said, giggling. "What time did you all start? 
Couldn't you wait for us?" 

"Just wanted to be ready for you, sweetheart," he said, pinching her on the 
buttocks and throwing the keys to another boy, "Here you drive, I want the 
back seat." 

He opened the door and pushed Sharon into the back seat as the other boy got 
out and moved in front. 

There were four boys in the car and Sharon sat down between Pete and one 
other boy in the back seat. 

Finally Sharon said, "Boys, this is Jenny . . . Jennifer Rhodes. Jenny, this 
is Pete, Sam, Bob and Roger." 

The boy who was going to drive the car helped her in the front seat so that 
she was sitting between Bob and Roger, Sharon between Pete and Sam. 

"So you're the Rhodes girl, Carter Rhodes' daughter," Bob said, patting her 
on the knee. "What ever possessed you to go slumming with us tonight?" 

Jenny didn't know what to say, she didn't think that it would make any 
difference whose daughter she was as long as she was with Sharon. 

"Cut it out," Sharon told them, "what difference does it make." 

"I've never known a celebrity before," Roger said drunkenly, eyeing the 
neckline of her sweater, "especially one so well put together." 

Jenny could feel the heat rising to her face and she knew that she was 
blushing from nervousness and embarrassment, and she tried to pull her 
trench coat tighter around her. 

"Don't be shy," Bob continued, "I thought you celebrities were used to the 
limelight. Don't let us worry you, we're only peons." There was an evil 
glint in his eye and she knew that it would not be easy to be accepted by 
these boys. She looked over at Roger for some help, but he just sat there 
staring at her, mentally undressing her with his eyes. 

Roger was the biggest one of the group and she thought that if he accepted 
her, the others would have to follow suit. 

"So you're the Roger Barton I've read so much about in the papers," she 
said, trying to sound friendly. "Looks like you're quite a football hero 
this year. I think that's wonderful." She hoped that her voice sounded 
sincere and that he wouldn't think she was just trying to humor him. 

"Yeah," he answered. "I play some. Rough game, gotta be tough." 

"I think the little lady has eyes for you, Rog," Bob said, moving his hand 
further up on her knee. "But we can't be selfish now, can we?" 

They both laughed and grinned down at her, their expressions revealing their 
obvious approval of her outfit and voluptuous figure. 

"You've got a great little body, kid," Bob said. "Wonder if all celebrities' 
daughters have tits as big as yours?" 

"Just think, Bob," Roger interjected, "we're out with a society bigwig 
tonight, but I bet she's no different when the lights are out and she's 
turned upside down." 

Jenny just sat there afraid to move or to speak, there was nothing she could 
say and she wondered why Sharon hadn't come to her defense again. She 
started to turn around to say something to her, but Roger put his arm out 
and stopped her. 

"Don't get nosy, babe," he said, "there's plenty of time for that, you'll 
see." He let his arm drape lazily and heavily around her shoulder, his 
fingertips just touching the cleavage between her soft, round orbs, and he 
tickled them slightly. She shivered and tried to squirm in her seat, but 
both boys just laughed loudly, the smell of alcohol filling the whole car 
from their breath. Bob's hand tightened on her knee and thigh and Roger was 
easing his fingers under the soft, warm wool of her sweater, massaging the 
full, smooth curve of her breast. 

"Do I feel any different than the other girls, being a celebrity and all," 
she asked, trying to joke with them. 

"Baby, do you!" Roger said, his fingers tightening around the soft, bulging 
mound of her breast. "Not every girl is built like this, believe me!" 

She took a deep breath, expanding, her chest outward as though she were 
encouraging his advances, and she heard him draw a sharp breath. 

"Soft skin," Bob said, almost impersonally, looking at Roger. "Are you like 
that all over, honey?" he continued, leering down at Jenny. 

"You never can tell, can you?" she answered, her voice high-pitched and 
nervous. 

"Well, even famous people must have a little life in them," Roger answered, 
"maybe they don't just stand there and look good, right baby." 

She looked directly into his red, half-closed eyes and said with a forced 
bravado, "You'll find out!" 

She knew that she was being forward, but this seemed to be the way they 
wanted it. Maybe if she went along with their kidding they would finally 
give up and accept her. Pete had said that they had wanted to take her out, 
and she was sure that it wasn't just to taunt her, their hands were entirely 
too friendly to leave any doubt in her mind as to what they wanted. 

She wished that they weren't so drunk and maybe then she could have talked 
to them more seriously, but it was too late to think about that now. She 
knew that they weren't really listening to anything she had to say, they 
were too occupied feeling every inch of her skin they could get their hands 
on while they were driving. 

Neither one of them said a word for several minutes and she could hear heavy 
breathing and little gasps coming from the back seat. She wanted to turn 
around, but Roger's hand held her too tightly to let her move even an inch! 

She glanced up in the rear view mirror and looked into the back seat. Sharon 
was slouched down in the seat between Pete and Sam and they both had their 
hands underneath her skirt. She could see their fingers moving furiously at 
the vee of her loins and she wondered why Pete didn't object to sharing his 
girl. Sharon's eyes were closed and her mouth was open slightly, her tongue 
ran over her Lips, moistening them between her gasps and moans. She seemed 
to be in ecstasy, not at all bothered by the fact that it was two instead of 
one that was fondling her. She had never thought of this possibility, except 
when she had looked at the dirty pictures and she couldn't take her eyes 
away from the lewd sight in the mirror. 

Pete leaned over and undid the buttons on her sweater, revealing the full, 
soft rise of her breasts above her brassiere and he leaned over and pressed 
his mouth to the supple flesh. His hands ran over the velvet smoothness of 
her skin, inching his fingers slowly beneath the silk lace of the brassiere 
cup, pushing and prodding until he reached the small, pinkish, sensitive 
nipple. 

"Oooohhhhh," Sharon groaned, as his fingers pinched and rubbed the spongy 
protrusion until it was hardened, standing out proudly. He tugged at the cup 
of her brassiere and pulled below one of her young, large, resilient 
breasts, so that it pushed it up even further. He played with it gingerly, 
teasing her, hurting her, until she was squirming her buttocks down 
vigorously in her seat. 

He leered down at her, staring at the tiny, budlike tips of her breasts that 
were now fully erect and swollen. 

"You're so good, baby," Pete groaned, looking as though he were about to 
devour her completely. "You feel soooo good." 

Jenny knew that the two boys in the front seat could hear what was going on, 
but they pretended as though they heard nothing; however, every few minutes 
they glanced over at her, watching her reactions to what she was seeing, and 
they laughed quietly. 

She could feel her muscles tensing as she watched the two boys work Sharon 
over, their faces showing lust and deprivation, eager to tantalize and 
humiliate her in every way they could. She couldn't believe that Sharon was 
actually letting them do these things to her with other people in the car, 
but she didn't even seem to notice. 

Sam now had his hand firmly planted on her pubic mound, for she could see 
the outline of his fingers as they ran up and down over the slight bulge of 
her crotch. Sharon was bucking her hips slightly each time Pete tweaked at 
her breast or nibbled on the nape of her neck and finally Sam turned his 
body sideways so that he could reach behind her with one hand the next time 
she raised her hips. 

His eyes gleamed, inflamed with desire, as his quivering hands moved up the 
sides of her trembling thighs. He moaned weakly and pulled her closer 
towards him. 

"Easy," Pete said. "Let me have some room too." 

The three of them seemed to be so wrapped up in the heat of their passion, 
that they were no longer trying to keep their voices down. Sharon wiggled 
sensuously, giving Sam the opportunity to hook his fingers inside the tight 
elastic band of her panties and feel the soft, dark down of her pubis. He 
worked his fingers further inside with a slow, methodical certainty and 
began to peel the sheer covering down around her thighs and knees. 

"Mmmmmmmm," she groaned, and lifted her body upward in order to facilitate 
their removal. 

Jenny watched fascinated while she saw the thin, silk panties stop just 
below her knees, and Sam's hand push slowly upward on the inside of her 
smooth, firm thighs until he could feel the sensitive Bps of her vagina. Her 
skirt had slipped up to her buttocks and her knees fell apart as far as was 
possible with the panties around them, but Jenny could see that Sam had free 
access to the soft hair-covered place between her spread legs. 

Pete's hands were busy trying to reach in back of her and unhook her 
brassiere without removing her sweater completely. She leaned forward 
slightly as his hands slid behind her back and unfastened the hooks. Her 
ripe, full, soft breasts fell free, bouncing pertly. The three of them were 
breathing heavily, gasping and groaning as they ravished her sensuous, young 
body. She could see the thin red mark where her brassiere straps had been 
when Pete pulled it free from her body. He buried his head between her 
breasts, kissing first one then the other, concentrating on the nipples 
which stood erect and proud from their sudden exposure to the chill night 
air. 

Sam was now almost facing Pete as he turned his body and slid down on the 
seat, trying to move his knees down onto the floorboard of the car. His 
fingers had not stopped their insistent manipulation of her vaginal lips and 
Jenny could see him slip one long, thick finger deep into the well of her 
passage. 

"Ooooooooh," Sharon gasped, "easy ... easy." 

"God, she's a hot little bitch," Sam murmured, lowering himself far enough 
down so that his face was pressing into the soft, white flesh of her thighs. 
Her hands were stretched out on either side of her up on the back of the 
seat, so that she would not hinder any advance they would want to make. Pete 
was sucking noisily on her breasts, squeezing them with his hands like they 
were putty, coming up for breath every few minutes. Pete was nibbling and 
biting harshly at the skin on her thighs as he drove his finger in and out 
of her vaginal passage. She was moaning uncontrollably, loudly, and Jenny 
began to feel embarrassed for her, yet couldn't take her eyes off the 
lust-inciting spectacle. Sharon sounded so lost, so completely abandoned, so 
helpless and she wondered if they were hurting her. 

She glanced over at Roger who was now staring at her with an animal lust in 
his eyes, and she squirmed in her seat. His hand closed tightly around the 
fullness of her large, cushiony breast and squeezed it fiercely until she 
wanted to jump, but Bob's hand was digging into her thigh and held her 
still. 

"Don't know if I can take much more of this," Roger mumbled, his words 
heated with passion. "Why don't you guys wait until we get to the party?" he 
called to the back seat. 

A soft, almost indistinct "Shut up" was his only answer. 

Jenny wasn't sure that she would be able to cope with this situation, but 
Sharon seemed to be going along with it . . . and enjoying it, so she just 
sat still and Roger's and Bob's hands were becoming more and more insistent 
as they too listened to what was going on behind them, and she could feel a 
tightening in her stomach and loins as they massaged and gripped at her 
smooth, milky flesh. 

She could hear the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste 
behind her and she looked into the mirror again. Sam was almost on his 
knees, and his tongue was licking and darting up Sharon's thighs in a 
snake-like fashion, moving slowly and steadily toward the vulnerable, open 
slit between her thighs. He reached down between his legs and brought out 
his stiff, thick penis so that it was jerking against her calf, rubbing his 
body in as close to her as was possible in the confined quarters. Jenny 
could barely see the head of his shaft as he raised his body and closed his 
mouth fully over her pubic mound and twisted his head back and forth wildly 
between her legs. 

"Ooooohhhhhh, aaahhhhhhhhhh," she groaned. "Oooh God!" 

She looked as though she were about to go out of her mind and Jenny knew 
that Sam probably had found the tiny bud of her clitoris and was sucking on 
it, flicking it up and down until it stood erect. His own hips were rocking 
up against the seat of the car, crushing his huge prick into the upholstery 
hoping for relief. 

"I want to fuck you," she heard him groan. "I can't wait!" 

For the first time, Pete looked over at Sam and smacked the back of his 
head, driving him even further into Sharon's loins. "Cool off, God damn it," 
he growled. "She's my girl, so I get first crack. You'll just have to wait 
til later." 

"OH GOD," he groaned, taking his mouth away from her cunt for a moment and 
grabbing his hardened tool in his hands. "I'm going out of my mind!" 

Pete shoved Sam back against the front seat and pulled at his shoulder. "Get 
up, we're almost there. You want to walk in with your cock hanging out?" 

Reluctantly Sam eased himself back onto the seat, but did not close his fly. 
Sharon reached down from behind him and pressed her fingers harshly around 
his throbbing manhood, holding it still, squeezing it unmercifully. 

"Oooooowwww," he gasped in pain. "Take it easy, it's the only one I've got." 

Sharon was squirming back and forth on the seat, trying to get rid of the 
itchy, burning sensation Sam had caused between her legs, but Pete's head 
was planted firmly on her breasts and he let one hand slide stealthily down 
over her flat stomach and inch between her legs. 

"God, you're hot," he whispered against her body. "You're going to love it 
tonight!" 

"Pete . .. please," she groaned, her eyes opening slightly and imploring him 
to do something to satisfy her, but he just laughed. 

"I knew I'd have you begging for it," he said. "And you're gonna beg for 
more and more before I get through with you tonight." 

Sharon didn't answer him, but tried to straighten herself up and regain her 
composure. 

"We're almost there," Bob called out. "Pull yourselves together, you horny 
bastards!" 

Jenny tugged at the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it down to her knees, 
but it was just too short and tight. 

"You look just fine, baby," Roger said, his voice thick and slurred. "It's 
your friend that has to get dressed. Christ, she may as well come out in a 
bathrobe!" 

The fellows all laughed wickedly and Sharon was doing her best to fasten her 
brassiere, pull her panties back over her knees and straighten out her skirt 
and sweater. 

"Here, give those to me. You won't need "them anyway," Pete said, tugging at 
her thin, sheer panties and pulling them away from her ankles. 

"B-b-but," Sharon stammered. 

"No buts, baby," he chuckled. "They're mine now! They'll make a nice little 
souvenir to hang on the wall." 

Jenny looked out the car window, but there were no street lights and no 
houses. 

"Where are we," she asked nervously. "I don't know this part of town." 

"We're out in the country, about ten miles from your school," Bob said. "A 
friend of ours lives out here. He's the one who's having the party." 

"What difference does it make where we are anyway," Sharon said lightly, 
then continued, "you guys have any more of that stuff you've been drinking. 
I'd like a little blast before I go in." 

"Sure, baby," Pete said, handing her a small leather flask. 

She took a long gulp and made a face. "What the hell is this stuff?" she 
asked choking. 

"Grain alcohol mixed with a little grapefruit juice. Does the trick, doesn't 
it?" 

"If it doesn't poison you first," she said. "Here Jen, have some, it'll 
relax you." 

Jenny took the flask from Sharon's hand and put the bottle to her mouth, 
tilting her head back slightly. The awful concoction burned her lips and she 
put it down before she even took one swallow. 

"No, that's not the way, you're not sipping tea with your daddy now, 
remember," Roger said roughly and put the flask back up to her mouth and 
forced her head back against the top of the seat. Her lips were forced open 
from the pressure of the bottle in his hand and she swallowed some of the 
liquid just to keep from choking. It burned her throat and she wanted to 
cough, but Roger did not take the bottle away. "Just one more big one and 
that should loosen up our little Miss Prissy," he said, tilting the flask 
again and shooting more of the alcohol down her throat. 

Bob pulled the car into a long driveway lined with trees and she could see a 
large cabin in front of her about fifty yards up the drive. She wiped her 
mouth with her hand, trying to get rid of the strong taste of the drink, and 
sputtered, "That tastes worse than anything I could have imagined!" 

"Just wait a few minutes, baby," Roger laughed. "You'll feel so warm and 
good inside that you will forget about how awful it tasted!" 

"I doubt it," she said, trying to smile, but the bitter taste in her mouth 
made her grimace instead. 

"You guys all set back there?" Bob asked as he parked the car in front of 
the cabin. "All set and ready for some action," they both answered, opening 
the door and pulling Sharon out. 

There were a few cars parked in the driveway and Jenny wondered how many 
people would be at this party. Surprisingly, her legs felt weak and she 
almost fell as she swung her knees over the side of the seat and put them 
down on the hard gravel. Her head was spinning somewhat from the liquor, but 
she felt better when she had walked a few steps and let the night air cool 
her face. 

"You'll be okay," Bob said, grabbing her arm to steady her. "You can sit 
down ... or lie down ... when we get inside." 

"I-I-I feel all right," she lied, wondering whether or not she was going to 
be sick. 

"Doesn't look like anybody's home," she said. "I don't see any lights." 

"Old George keeps the place nice and cozy, doesn't believe in running up a 
huge electric bill, so he uses oil lamps and candles. You'll love it, it's a 
gas!" 

Jenny looked over at Sharon for reassurance, but Sharon just shrugged her 
shoulders and said, "Well, it's too late now, anyway. Let's go, it should be 
interesting." 

For the first time since she had left the dormitory she was really scared. 
She wasn't sure that she could handle the two boys who were walking on 
either side of her, holding onto her arms, or whether she could handle the 
whole situation. She wondered why she had ever let Sharon talk her into 
coming. She almost said that she'd wait in the car, but she could tell by 
the look of determination on Bob's and Roger's face that it would be futile. 

A man about thirty or thirty-five greeted them at the door. He was dressed 
in a loose fitting kimono that was tied at the waist by a multicolored piece 
of string. He wore several sets of beads and chains around his neck and his 
hair was almost as long as Jenny's. 

"Greetings, my fine young people," he said cheerily. "Welcome to my humble 
home. Sit down and make yourselves comfortable." 

Roger introduced Jenny and Sharon to George and he looked at them 
approvingly. 

"Very fine choice of women," he said grinning at them. "You two are the 
loveliest creatures I've seen in a long time." 

"Thank you," Jenny mumbled and looked around the room for a place to sit. 

The decor was varied and gaudy. Ropes and chains hung from the ceiling which 
were- attached to scant, wicker baskets which she assumed were supposed to 
be chairs. Pillows of every size and color were scattered everywhere on the 
floor and in the center of the room was a large, heavy oak table that sat so 
low to the ground you would almost have to lie down before you could use it 
for anything other than decoration. Incense candles were burning from 
numerous candle holders throughout the cabin and some weird, Indian music 
played softly from somewhere, but she wasn't quite sure where. George could 
see the disturbed look on her face and said, "There are .two other rooms in 
the back, but I'm afraid the furniture there is about the same as it is in 
this room. The only difference is that I sleep back there." 

There were several other boys sitting in the room when they went in, but no 
other girls. 

"Where's the rest of the party," Sharon asked nonchalantly. 

"Are we the only girls," Jenny whispered to her. 

"This is the party," George volunteered. "Introduce yourselves around and 
I'm sure you'll all have a grand time. Give me a minute and I'll get some 
stuff." 

"What stuff," she asked Roger with a concerned tone to her voice. "What does 
he mean, and are we going to be the only girls?" 

"Looks that way," he answered, "and the stuff he's going to get is 
marijuana. Ever tried it?" 

Jenny shook her head and implored Sharon to do something with one long look, 
but Sharon pretended she didn't see her. 

"I don't think I'd like it," she told Roger, "I've never had it before, but 
I understand that you can get sick the first time you try it and I feel sick 
all ready from the drink you gave me in the car. 

"Take it easy," he said, "it's not going to hurt you. We all take it and 
George is nice enough to supply us with it, so relax and find out." 

He pulled her down on one large cushion in the middle of the floor and put 
his arm over her shoulder. Bob sat down next to them, leaning against the 
table and putting his hand on her ankle. Sharon, Sam and Pete had collapsed 
in a far corner and were already teasing each other again. 

"Here it is," George announced, coming out of the darkness from the other 
side of the room, and handed each group two or three of the cigarettes. 
"This is real good stuff," he guaranteed. 

Roger took the cigarettes and placed two of them on the table, lighting one, 
inhaling deeply and passed it over to Bob. 

"Watch how you do it," he told her. "You take the smoke deep into your lungs 
and hold it there for several minutes before you let it out." 

She watched Bob take a big drag and suck the sickening, sweet smelling smoke 
back into his throat and hold his breath, then slowly let it out a little at 
a time. 

"God, that's great pot," he said. "It won't take much of this to get things 
going." 

He handed the cigarette to her and she held it between her fingers for just 
a moment. 

"Go on . . . take a puff, it won't kill you. You'll feel great." Roger 
urged. 

She looked over in the corner where Sharon was sitting and she could see her 
taking a drag on her cigarette, so she put the brown cigarette to her lips 
and inhaled deeply. She wanted to cough, but forced herself to let the smoke 
stay in her lungs for several seconds before blowing it out. 

"Wow, it sure is strong," she sputtered, "but I don't feel anything yet." 

"Just wait a few minutes and you'll feel something," they told her, and 
passed the joint around for a second turn. After she had taken two or three 
more drags from the cigarette she could feel her body becoming warm and 
tingling, her mind wasn't clouded like it got from liquor and she felt as 
though she could almost fly. 

"I feel like I've got wings on my head," she said laughing, leaning closer 
to Roger and resting her head on his shoulder. "I've never felt like this in 
my life,, I feel so free, so, well groovy!" 

"What'd I tell you baby," he said, gently massaging her breast with his 
hand. 

She could hear giggles coming from all over the room and she wondered if 
Sharon felt as good as she did. She looked over to her corner again and 
could see through the dim candlelight that Sharon was stretched out on the 
floor, supported by two or three large pillows and her skirt was riding just 
above her hips. She could see the slight bulge of her flesh where her 
stockings and garter belt met, and the rise of her pubic mound since she no 
longer had her panties on. She looked as though she were just waiting for 
one of the boys to take her, but they were still smoking the last dregs of 
their cigarette. She moved her hips back and forth on. the pillows in an 
inviting, undulating gesture and raised her hands above her head and pulled 
her sweater away from her body. She watched while Sharon managed to wiggle 
out of her skirt and suddenly her own clothes felt too confining and she 
wished she had enough nerve to take them off. 

Sharon lay there clad only in her stockings, garter belt and flimsy black 
brassiere. Her breasts were rising and falling with labored breathing and 
she ran her hands over the curve of her waist and down to her stockings. She 
raised her right knee in the air so that she could unfasten the garter and 
remove her stockings, but in doing so she gave Pete and Sam a full, luscious 
view of her entire sex. The boys put out what was left of the cigarette and 
watched as she went through her sensuous striptease, laughing and making 
nervous comments about her body and how eager she was. 

"She's like a bitch in heat," Pete said, pulling the stocking from her right 
leg and helping her lift her left one. His hand was resting on the inside of 
her thigh and he began to tickle the fleshiness of her swollen vaginal lips 
with the tip of his finger before he pulled that stocking off too. She 
raised her hips and took off her garter belt so that she as completely naked 
and vulnerable from her brassiere down. In a few minutes she managed get rid 
of her last piece of clothing and she lay back on the pillows stark naked 
and open, like a sacrificial maiden waiting for the knife to slice into her 
warm, soft flesh. 

Sharon looked beautiful, Jenny thought through the haze settling over her as 
she stared at her stretched out nakedly before the two boys. Pete began to 
run his fingers up and down her legs while Sam kneaded her helpless, soft, 
full breasts. She twisting and moaning beneath their caresses and she wished 
she could take her eyes away from the lustful scene, but she couldn't. 
Sharon's mouth was open in ecstatic rapture, her eyes were closed and her 
head was thrown back as she gasped and moaned. Pete stopped his caresses for 
a few minutes while he loosened the buckle of his pants and let them slip to 
the floor. She could see the hard bulge of his cock through his shorts, 
jerking against the confining material and moments later he stood over her 
completely nude, his huge maleness jerking up and down like a waving baton. 
She opened her eyes slowly, viewing the massiveness of his organ and tried 
to reach down and bring him closer to her. He hesitated for a while, letting 
her hand search for him, but stepping just beyond her reach. She couldn't 
get up because Sam had his mouth pressed to her breasts and was sucking 
noisily at the nipples. 

"Oooooohhhh God," she groaned, hardly able to form the words. 

Pete looked down at her and grinned, then knelt between her slightly spread 
thighs. His hands pressed down on the flesh of her stomach and his thumbs 
were buried in the soft, sparse hair of her young pubis, pulling gently at 
the fleshy, pink lips of her cunt, massaging them for a moment before 
pulling them apart and revealing the tiny, tight slit of her vagina. He 
rubbed his thumbs roughly over her aching orifice, concentrating on the 
erect bud of her clitoris which stood up with a throbbing hardness. 

"Ooohhhhh yessss," she groaned, licking her lips and trying to catch her 
breath. 

He moved his knees back further and lowered his head until it was inches 
away from her vaginal opening. His head bumped into Sam and he spat out, 
"Damn it all, get out of the way!" 

Sam moved his head and ran his hands over her throat and face, rocking back 
on his knees. He quickly undid the fly of his trousers and released his 
thick, jerking prick into clear view. He let it bounce up and down over her 
face, tantalizing her, delighting in the fact that she was in such a state 
of physical need now that she would refuse nothing. Pete's head dropped to 
cover her writhing mound with his mouth, his tongue flicking at the hardened 
nub of her clitoris, making her body jerk with each lewd, wet contact. She 
closed her thighs around his head in an effort to keep him there, and her 
hips began to rotate in response to his slavering tongue. 

Sam's fingers were now prying between her teeth, forcing her mouth open wide 
as he lowered his hips until his hard, thick staff lay against her cheek, 
the pulsing, purplish head of his prick at the corner of her mouth. 

"Suck it, baby," he said, leering down at her. "Suck it good!" And he inched 
his long phallus in between her teeth and deep into her throat Jenny watched 
fascinated as Sharon's mouth ovaled and closed around his rigid, long rod 
and sucked it slavishly between her lips. Animal mewling sounds were coming 
from her threat and she writhed in complete abandonment. 

The pot had made her vision a little blurred and it appeared as though they 
were three statues suddenly come to life, it was so beautiful. She closed 
her eyes, but their images remained on her retina and in spite of her 
initial fear of what they were going to do to her she too began to rock 
against Roger in the same rhythm that Sharon was against Pete and Sam. Roger 
moved in back of her and she could feel the heat of his body as it pressed 
up against her back. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist and his hands 
cupped each breast and began working them back and forth in a circular 
motion, rubbing the tender nipples until they hardened. She could feel 
herself returning his caress and she pushed her body back against his, and 
she could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants and the thickness 
of her skirt. 

Her skirt had ridden up over her thighs and she could feel his growing 
hardness prodding at the base of her spine, sending chills and waves of 
pleasure and passion through her body. Bob was tracing a ticklish line up 
her ankles and thighs, fumbling for the release of her garters and eased her 
stockings away from her body. She completely relaxed against Roger while Bob 
proceeded to slip her sheer, pink bikini panties down over her full, rounded 
hips and down her legs along with her garter belt. She closed her eyes and 
pretended that it was a dream. She had never felt so completely loose, so 
free, so uninhibited in her life and she didn't care what happened. Roger 
had worked his hands beneath her sweater and pulled it gently over her head, 
then unfastened the constricting brassiere and pulled it from her shoulders. 
His hands cupped the firm resilient flesh of her full, soft breasts, 
catching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinching them into 
stiffness, bringing a gasp of mixed pain and pleasure from her lips. 

Bob's lips began crawling lasciviously up her body, working closer and 
closer to the aching, vulnerable spot between her own legs. She let her legs 
fall loosely apart, and she could feel him push them wide and up until they 
hung limply over his forearms and shoulders. 

"Keep her busy while I strip," Roger told him, releasing his grip on her 
breasts and quickly standing up to get out of his clothes. Bob didn't 
answer, but continued his feverish mouthing of her soft, inner thighs, his 
tongue flicking every now and then at some particularly sensitive spot on 
her body. 

"Oooooohhhhh," she groaned, moving her hips up and down, begging for his 
attention. 

She tried to squirm away from the teasing torture, but his hands were 
holding her legs firmly apart while he took his time in answering her 
helpless pleas. 

"Yes . . . yes . . she murmured. "Please . . . please." Her whole body was 
on fire with a desperate and building need that was now racing headlong 
through her like a stampede of wild horses out of control. 

He slid all the way up her quivering legs until his mouth was just an inch 
away from her throbbing vaginal passage and he flicked out at her tiny slit 
with his tongue, then pulled away. She could feel a constricting tightness 
in her stomach and womb and she thought that she would burst from the 
tension, and she tried to pull his head down on her once again, but instead 
he inserted one, thick finger slowly into her already moist and pulsing 
channel. 

"Uuuggghhhh," she whimpered at the sudden intrusion, wriggling her hips back 
into the cushion. She could feel his body crush down on top of hers and his 
mouth began to suck at her voluptuous, young breasts while his finger worked 
in and out of her like a piston. 

"Hold her there," Roger muttered, his voice hot with passion and lust. "I 
want a chance at her too." 

It didn't matter to her that they were just using her body, that there was 
no love or affection involved, she only cared about fulfilling her own 
desperate need. Roger took her head in his hands and told her harshly to 
open her mouth. I'm going to get it like Sharon, she thought, her drugged 
and passion crazed mind not caring what they did to her burning body. 

He eased his long, thick, pulsing prick into the warm, wet confines of her 
waiting mouth and began to rock back on his knees, driving it deep into her 
gullet with each powerful thrust until she thought she would choke. Bob's 
hard, jerking cock moistened by his lubricating juices was rubbing wetly 
into her leg and she wished that he would put it inside of her before she 
went out of her mind, but he continued his fingering instead. 

"God, she's tight . . . hot, little bitch, not much fuckin'," Bob sputtered, 
gasping for breath. Finally he moved back up her body and let the swollen, 
hot knob of his prick rest against the flanges of her soft, hair-lined 
vaginal lips. 

She tried to buck her hips forward so that he would be forced to go inside 
her, but he was holding back, making her wait for her pleasure until he had 
satisfied his own sadistic whim. He grinned down at her as she mouthed and 
sucked his friend, then finally inched his huge, stiff cock into her hot, 
ravenous channel a little at a time. She could feel the walls of her vagina 
close around his erect, throbbing member, caressing it, holding it tightly, 
reluctant to let it slip out, but he laughed and pulled it almost completely 
out with each slight inward movement. She was going crazy! 

She wanted him to bury his giant cock deep into her, fill her totally, make 
her beg for mercy, split her... anything, but satisfy her! 

She jerked and rotated her hips around his long, hard prick as it teased the 
wet sensitive walls of her cunt, hoping that she could bring him to the same 
peak of desire that she was on. Her muscles were taut from the strain, but 
she kept moving, trying to make him drive into her with all his length and 
might. Slowly, frustratingly, he eased into her, inch by inch, until she 
could finally feel the head of his cock pressing deep down against the 
opening of her womb. She wanted to cry out, but her mouth was filled with 
the other boy's fat, jerking penis, so she just groaned deep in her throat, 
knowing that she was getting close to her climax. 

Roger began to move his hips back and forth with a renewed frenzy as he 
watched Bob rock between her wide-spread legs with his huge glistening rod. 
And then he could take the lewd sight of her dual ravishing no longer. 

"I'm going to cum," he gasped, and she could feel the hard, tight muscles in 
his prick begin to contract in her mouth and she could taste the salty, 
sticky liquid of his sperm as it shot deep into her throat. 

"Aaagggghhhh ... yessss," he choked out. "Take it, baby. Take it all." 

She swallowed as fast as she could to keep from choking on the pungent 
tasting sperm, wishing that he would soon be spent and she could concentrate 
on her own satisfaction gnawing deep down between her thighs. 

It seemed like an eternity before he was completely spent and she felt his 
now limp, flaccid cock slip from her mouth and drag over her cheek, leaving 
a thin, wet trail of his warm, thick sperm across her face. 

Oh yes . . . yes . . . fuck me, fuck me harder," she groaned up at the boy 
between her legs, finally able to scream out her desire. "Do it to me!" Her 
nails were raking down his back, raising angry red welts where they dug in, 
but she didn't want him to stop. She raised her hips further up in the air, 
spreading her knees as far apart as they would go so that he could thrust 
into her without any hindrance. 

"Oh, baby," he groaned. "Oh, baby, you're so lot!" 

He was driving his long, stiff spike into her with all his weight, grasping 
her buttocks and pulling her up to meet his every, cruel, harsh impalement. 

"That's it. . . that's it," she said, her words trail-ling off into a 
whimper. 

She could feel the tension inside her building to a breaking point and she 
knew she was about to cum any minute. The walls of her damp, throbbing 
vagina clasp around his hard, thick shaft and jerked violently. 

"I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ..." she gasped "Fuck me harder, harder," she 
pleaded, her voice high and shrill. 

Her hands reached behind his thrusting buttocks and pulled him deeper and 
deeper into her The juice of her passion was flowing over his huge cock and 
trickling down the inside of her thighs. 

"Give it to her," Roger shouted and she opened her eyes slightly to see who 
was urging her partner on. Just as she barely had them open she saw a bright 
flash fill the room and she knew that someone had taken a picture. 

"Oh God," she groaned and tried to push him off of her while she was still 
in the throes of her orgasm. "Stop!" And through her daze she was vaguely 
aware that she didn't want anyone to take a picture of her when she was like 
this. It was too degrading, too humiliating to have herself forever in print 
that way. 

She began to come back to reality as she head muffled laughter coming from 
all over the rood but her roaring passion was too great to stop. She was 
almost there ... almost there ... 

"That ought to be a good one, George," someone said,. "What a hot, anxious 
little number she is Can't wait for my turn." 

Between then, the boy fucking her did not release lease his grip on her hips 
and he plowed deeper and harder into her until she could feel him cumming 
hotly, wetly, deep in her cervix, but the flashbulb had prematurely broken 
her rising orgasm and she was left short of her climax. 

"Not yet. Don't get off yet," she begged, when she realized that he was not 
going to stop for anything. "Please . . . just a minute," but it was too 
late and he was out of her, thick, white sperm still oozing wetly from the 
head of his penis. She wriggled her hips back and forth on the pillows, her 
frustration mounting and driving her out of her mind, but she didn't have 
long to wait. 

"Let me have a turn," a boy she had never seen before said and quickly knelt 
down between her legs. "Let her catch some of my meat." 

He began to kiss her body, not ignoring one sensitive spot until she was 
begging and twisting like a wild woman. She could see the bright yellow and 
orange flashes even through her smoke-dimmed eyes, but somehow they didn't 
seem real and nothing mattered but her raging need to be fucked and fucked 
good. 

"Give it to her hard," a voice called out. "I want to see her go wild 
again." 

She shuddered, her body craving satisfaction, but twinges of shame and 
humiliation shadowed Br thoughts and tears of frustration began to roll down 
her cheeks. 

"Oh help me," she begged. "Someone help me." 

The only answer to her plea was a burst oh laughter from the others in the 
room. 

"Let me get her in the rear" one of the others asked the boy who was about 
to mount her as he raised up on his knees and aimed his thick hard phallus 
at her squirming loins. "Turn her on her side, so I can have her too." 

She felt hands pulling and pushing her one way and the other until she was 
completely stretched out on her side. She tried to keep her legs clenched; 
tightly together but other hands were pulling and probing, holding them 
apart until she felt the one boy's rock-hard penis jabbing demandingly at 
her vaginal opening. 

"Move your legs over," the other boy shouted and she could feel the smooth, 
muscular hardness of his body as he moved up in back of her. She felt a pair 
of hands cruelly pulling the cheeks of her buttocks apart until she could 
feel a rush of cool air on the hot interior of the soft, white crevice of 
her bottom. 

"Don't think she's ever had it in the ass," another volunteered. "Don't look 
stretched wide enough." She cringed and began sobbing loudly at the obscene 
thought of what they were going to do. 

"Don't . . . don't," she begged. "I can't take it ... please," but it was 
useless. 

She could feel a fingertip at the entrance of her rectum, probing and 
pushing, and she tried to tighten her cheeks to avoid this degrading and 
humiliating penetration. The finger poked at the outer edges of the tight 
elastic hole of her anus and then shoved forward with a hard, cruel lunge. 

"Aaaggggghhhh," she screamed, tears still streaming down her face and 
throat. 

"She's tight as a drum," he commented. "I'd better stretch her some more ... 
get me the vaseline." 

She felt the cool slipperiness of the oil as he smeared it into the crevice 
between the open cheeks of her ass, inserting his finger little by little 
into the tightly puckered hole of her anus. 

"Stop . . . stop," she begged. "It hurts!" But his finger was already buried 
up to the first knuckle and she tightened her buttock muscles in 
anticipation of the increased pain. 

He continued his fingering for several minutes then said, "Man, she's 
stretched out now. I gotta ram in that hairless little thing now or go outta 
my mind." 

The other boy was already thrusting gently into her vaginal passage, but 
waiting for the other to enter her from the rear before he pushed the whole 
way into he. 

"Hurry up, will you," he snapped. "I can't wait forever, you know." 

She could feel the boy's arms tighten around her waist and his fingers press 
demandingly into her belly as he pulled her back toward his stiff, thick 
prick, and she felt the huge head of his penis probe the tiny hole of her 
rectum. Her crevice was slippery and he slid out of position several times 
and she hoped that maybe he would give up, but he aimed once again and she 
screamed in agony as she felt the tight resisting nether ring pop and give 
way under the relentless pressure. 

"Uuuuugggggghhh . . . Aaaaahhhhhggg, she screamed, her tortured voice 
echoing through the entire cabin. She had never experienced such 
excruciating pain in the world, nor felt so degraded and humiliated. Cruel 
hands were holding her as the two boys sawed in and out of her two orifices, 
each thrust sending pain and horror through her entire being. The blunt 
instrument punished every fiber of her body sending throbbing pain and 
anguish to every cell of her whole being, but she could not escape. 

She tried to open her eyes, but as soon as she did another picture would 
snap. She was aware of flashbulbs going off all around her, but this no 
longer mattered, she couldn't think of anything but the torturous pain that 
was wracking her body. She felt her vaginal passage stretching and giving 
way each time the boy in the rear drove into her, stretching her 
unmercifully. 

Both boys were murmuring sadistic obscenities while they plundered in and 
out of her helplessly held body. Her body jerked and quivered with each 
harsh intrusion, but little by little the pain and initial hurt began to 
subside. And through her humiliation she suddenly wished more than anything 
in the world that she could get back at the boy who was so cruelly ravaging 
her behind and she tried to tighten the muscles in her buttocks to choke the 
very life from his thrusting cock. 

"God," he gasped, "she's killing me, she's so tight!" But he didn't pull out 
of her. She tried to wriggle and churn her body so violently that neither 
one would be able to stay inside her, but every time she tried to move, a 
dozen hands would hold her more firmly. 

It didn't take long before she could feel the monstrous, rampaging cudgel 
begin to swell even thicker until she thought that she would be torn in half 
and she thought it would never stop, but she knew that he was about to cum. 

"Do it," she cried, trying to push her hips back onto his back onto his so 
that he could not thrust into her again, but she was beginning to get some 
masochistic pleasure from this new and wicked impalement, so she tried to 
rotate her hips and fuck him back. 

Both boys were gasping in front and behind her, sputtering oaths and 
swearing, clawing at every inch of exposed flesh they could find. The backs 
of her thighs were pressed tightly against the one sunk in her rectum's 
hard, hairy loins as he grunted and began to empty his hot, flowing sperm 
deep into her anus. 

"Oh yes ... do it," she whimpered, hoping that he would soon finish and 
withdraw from her torn, aching rectum. In a few minutes it was over and he 
fell back on the cushion, plopping from her wetly, while the other boy was 
about to go through his climax deep in the well of her throbbing pussy. 

Her behind hurt horribly and she felt dirty and ashamed, but as the other 
boy rammed his great, hard staff harder and harder into her, she forgot 
everything for the moment except that she had not yet finished her climax. 

"Fuck me . . ." she begged. "Make me cum ... make me cum... yes... yes ... 
yes!" 

Her body was bucking in an uncontrollable frenzy as, incited by her obscene 
demands, he slammed his erect pulsing organ into the even greater depths of 
her quivering belly. 

Animal grunts were coming from his lips as he dug his hands into the crevice 
of her ravaged buttocks and pulled her down harder onto him. 

"She can't get enough," another boy shouted. "Maybe we can all take turns!" 
She closed her eyes and mind to what they were saying and the sudden burst 
of the flash bulbs, it was too late for everything . . . everything . . . 
but this ... but this... 

She felt the heat and swelling of his already huge penis inside her and she 
clung to him, clawing at his back and begging him to drive even harder into 
her. 

"I'm cumming . . . NOW . . . I'm cumming . . . NOW!" She gasped, finally 
feeling the fires of searing release shoot convulsively through her whole 
being and she groaned helplessly and collapsed limply on top of him while he 
ground out the last ounce of sperm he could empty up into her waiting belly. 

"Fancy that," she heard Pete say from the corner, "She really loves to fuck. 
-Guess all celebrities aren't that bad, maybe I'll take a turn too." 

She lay back against the cushions on the floor, her knees falling slightly 
apart, knowing that she would be powerless to stop any one who wanted her, 
so she took a deep breath and relaxed for a few minutes before she felt the 
weight of another body crush down upon her, and another flash bulb go off! 

The pot had dulled her senses and after Roger and Bob had finished with her, 
what difference did three or four others make. She was actually beginning to 
enjoy having so many men want her, even though she had never done a lot of 
these things. She was determined that she would be popular for herself and 
not because of her father, so one by one she spread her legs for every male 
at the party and still could have taken more. 

It was almost dawn when she was awakened by Sharon tugging at her shoulder. 

"We've got to get back to the dorm before breakfast, let's go." 

She got up slowly and tried to put her clothes back on so they wouldn't look 
too wrinkled, but it was useless, and staggered out to the car. 

"My head is pounding," she said matter-of-factly. "That pot sure packs a 
wicked pinch." 

"You were quite the hit of the party, Jen," Sharon said laughingly. "Never 
knew you had it in you, if you'll pardon the pun!" 

"I'd rather not talk about it now, if that's okay," she said, embarrassed at 
what had happened, ashamed and not knowing how she could ever face Sharon or 
any of the others again. 

"That's okay, kid," she said sympathetically. "I haven't been an angel all 
my life either, so let's forget about it if you want to." 

Jenny nodded and got into the car for the long, lonely ride back to the 
dormitory. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

The next week she tried to avoid Sharon if at all possible. She had thought 
about what had happened and she couldn't help but feel guilty. She didn't 
know what she would do if her father ever found out that she had been taken 
by several different men in one night, and two or three of them at the same 
time. She knew that she should never get herself in that position again, but 
even though she knew it was wrong, she had found it exciting and mysterious. 
Her mind was in a turmoil when she tried to study, so she finally decided 
that she would never, never do anything like that again. She couldn't afford 
the time to daydream if she wanted to pass her final exams, and that was the 
most important thing at the time. 

Sharon had tried to bring the subject of another party up to her several 
times, but she always made some excuse about having to study, or having made 
other plans. She couldn't let herself submit to the awful temptation again! 

During the final week before exams she was closing the door to her room so 
that she could study alone without interruption. Sharon had come in several 
times, but she had told her that she preferred to study alone. 

"Well, here's a little something just in case you get bored," she answered, 
and threw a packet of pictures on her desk. 

Jenny didn't have to open them to know what was inside, and she looked at 
Sharon, smiled and thanked her. 

"Doubt if I'll have much time for that sort of thing, but thanks anyway!" 

"Sure . . . anytime. Let me know if you change your mind about another 
party." And she left Jenny alone in her room. 

She opened her psychology book and began to go over the notes that she had 
taken that semester, but her mind would not stay on her lessons. She kept 
thinking about what her father would do, what he would say if he ever found 
out. But, at the same time, she couldn't deny the fact that she had enjoyed 
the lovemaking in spite of everything else, so she decided to try to think 
about something else. She fingered the packet of pictures Sharon had left 
with her, hesitating momentarily before she opened them. Every one was 
different from the ones she had seen before and she couldn't take her eyes 
away from them. She felt that same, gnawing tightness building between her 
thighs as she studied the different positions and admired the size of the 
men in the pictures. Those women looked so content, so blissful, and she 
wondered if she had looked like that when she was making love. She squirmed 
in her seat, unable to get rid of the tickling feeling in her loins and 
stomach and she looked around the room to see if anyone was watching her, 
even though she knew she was alone, then carefully eased one finger inside 
the elastic of her baby doll pajamas and began to play with the tender, 
fleshy lips of her vagina as she looked at the pictures and imagined what 
she would have felt like if she had been the woman in them. It felt so good 
and she began to rub the tiny nub of her clitoris until she was wriggling 
frantically in her seat, fanning the burning fire of her desire. 

"Ooooooh," she groaned softly as she twisted and pulled at the outer lips of 
her vagina until she could feel her own juices begin to flow from her caress 
and she gently inserted one finger into her denied passage as far as it 
would go. 

She moved her hand completely underneath her until she is sitting on her 
palm, her finger probing the tender walls of her vaginal passage, and she 
turned to another picture. It shows a woman on her knees, her buttocks 
lifted high in the air and a giant of a man kneeling in back of her, taking 
her in the behind. She could see the thickness of his shaft as it 
disappeared between the cheeks of her buttocks and she thought that the 
woman must have been in mortal pain, but the woman's face is one of serene 
ecstasy. 

Maybe it won't be so bad the next time, she thought to herself, and squirmed 
nervously on her finger, teasing the vaginal lining gently with her 
fingernail, and rubbing her thumb roughly over the hardened nub of her 
clitoris. 

"Ooohhhhh," she groaned again as she felt her vaginal walls contract 
hopeless around the -thinness of her finger, not quite being able to grasp 
it tightly enough. Her frustration slowly mounted as she looked at one 
obscene picture after the other and finally, not being able to stand it, she 
lifted her knees slightly, balancing them on the edge of her desk and 
carefully inserted another finger into the open, throbbing passage between 
her raised thighs. She was so engrossed in looking at the pictures and her 
own burning desire that she didn't hear the night watchman lower the transom 
on her window and stand there watching her as she finger-fucked herself 
wildly into a lewd state of frenzy. 

She didn't notice his heavy breathing because she was breathing so fast 
herself as she tried vainly to bring on her own climax. She thought 
desperately about the dildo that Sharon had in her room and she was tempted 
to go ask her for it, but that would be an admission that she does miss sex 
and she would never stop hounding her about going to the parties again, so 
she resigned herself to her own ineffectual manipulations. 

"Ooohhhh God," she groaned. "I've got to have it. I want it" The watchman 
was barely able to contain himself and debated whether or not to burst into 
the room and take her by force or try to sneak in quietly and surprise her. 
He couldn't take his eyes off her firm, ripe young body, outlined by the 
light from her desk as it shone through ihv. sheerness of her pajamas. He 
let himself slowly down from his perch at the transom and decided that now 
is the time to use his passkey and satisfy her eager, hungry young body. His 
penis is all ready bulging and jerking inside his trousers, but he has to be 
quiet so he won't scare her and she won't scream. 

"What a luscious, tempting body," he whispered wickedly to himself as he 
quietly put his passkey in her lock and eased the door open. 

Jenny was bent over her desk, intently studying the pictures from every 
angle while her fingers toyed madly with her damp vagina and throbbing 
clitoris. She didn't hear him at all as he sneaked carefully in back of her 
chair and stood there watching her as she looked wild-eyed at the pictures. 
Her fingers were working so furiously inside her that several times the 
watchman was afraid that she would fall off the chair and discover him, but 
he didn't move. His thick, hard penis is sticking out from behind his open 
fly and he is rubbing his hand up and down vigorously along the monstrous, 
long shaft, pulling the foreskin back over the blood-red knob of his 
pulsating cock. 

He was almost unable to contain himself any longer and he groaned softly, 
but she heard him and turned around sharply, barely able to pull her fingers 
out from their warm, wet hiding place between her legs. 

"Oh . . ." she choked out startled, and opened her mouth to scream when he 
clamped his fat, meaty hand over her face. 

"Don't make a sound," he warned her, lifting her out of her chair, his hot, 
jerking penis bouncing against the cheeks of her buttocks. 

She looked at him, terror written all over her face and she wondered what he 
is going to do. Tears of fright begin to stream down her face and she 
struggled in his vise-like grip, but he threw her on the bed and held her 
down, his unshaven face only inches from hers. 

"If you scream or tell anybody, young lady, I'll tell them about your little 
affair in another room ... with another girl one night!" he hissed. 

"W-w-what," she stammered softly. 

"You know exactly what I mean, and I heard the whole thing, so don't try to 
get funny!" 

"They'd never believe you, you tramp. You'd better get out of here or I'll 
scream my head off." 

"Well, what about those lovely pictures you have there on your desk. What 
would the school and your parents say about them?" 

She knew that she was trapped and she couldn't afford to have the school 
find out about them or she'd be expelled and they would explain the whole 
circumstances to her father. Her father! She couldn't let him know... ever! 

"Just do as I say and well get along just fine," he grinned, glaring down at 
the rise of her full, firm breasts underneath the top of her nightgown. 
"What do you want me to do?" she implored, trying to stifle her sobs. 

"Just get down on the floor ... on your knees," he commanded her harshly. 
She hesitated slight! and then moved off the mattress and knelt on the rug 
alongside her bed. He stood over her, his fat, jerking prick bouncing just 
above her head. She looked up at him and he was stroking the massive, 
throbbing stalk of flesh suggestively, leering down at her helpless body 
cringing her knees before him as though he were a god to be worshipped. 

"You're going to suck me, baby," he growled. "You're going to take me in 
that tiny, young rose-Hid mouth of yours and suck me 'til I tell you to 
stop. I'm going to stretch your Lips until you think your cheeks are going 
to split." His voice was hard and cruel sadistic and filled with lust. 

"Now come over to me," he ordered her, and moved back a few paces. 

She started to get up, but he put his hand on her shoulder. "On your knees! 
Don't get off your knees," he repeated, grinning maliciously at her. 

She moved slowly across the space to where he was standing and stopped. 
"Come on," he said eagerly. "Come to daddy!" The thought of her father sent 
a shudder through her body and she cringed and didn't lift her head. 

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head up sharply, twisting her neck as he 
pulled her toward him. 

"Take it in your hands first," he commanded. "I want you to feel all of it, 
the whole thing, so you know what you're going to have to suck. I bet you've 
never had a man in that young, little mouth before," he continued. 

She felt sick and wanted to lie down, but his hand lashed out and struck her 
cruelly across her face, starting a fresh torrent of tears spilling from her 
eyes. She jumped and almost fell into him as she recoiled from his abuse. 

"Now DO IT!" 

She raised her hands slowly and took his entire cock between her fingers, 
closing it around the shaft gingerly. 

"Move it up and down," he barked. "Play with me the way you were playing 
with yourself!" 

She began to manipulate the foreskin back and forth on his thick, jerking 
rod, revealing the huge red knob of the head with each stroke. 

"Play with my balls," he panted, spreading his legs further apart and 
steadying his balance. "Reach inside my pants and bring them out!" 

She reached inside the tough cloth of his trousers and pulled out his loose 
sacs and jiggled them in the palm of her hand. God, they must weigh a ton 
she thought to herself. 

He moved his hips forward so that his massive cudgel was just an inch away 
from her eyes, bobbing up and down in her hands like a yo-yo. 

"Tell me you want it . . . you like it," he demanded lecherously. "Tell me 
you've never seen anything like it!" 

God, she thought, he does have a big one for such an old, dirty man! I 
wouldn't have thought he could even get hard. The thought almost made her 
laugh, but she knew that he would hit her again if she did. 

"Yes . . . yes . . ." she stammered instead, "I ike it... I want it. It's 
beautiful!" 

"Ha!" he nearly bellowed. "I'll break you in right. I'll satisfy your hot 
little body better'n any little lesbian can do it." 

She looked up at him and his eyes were half-closed as he muttered 
obscenities at her and she knew that this must be the way he enjoyed his 
sex. She held his stiff cock firmly in her hand and thought, if he wants me 
to rub him, I'm going to rub him good. I'll make him remember me! 

She moved her hands faster and more firmly up and down on his hardened prick 
until she could hear his breathe coming in short, desperate pants. 

"Blow me . . . suck me," he told her chokingly, pulling her hair and forcing 
her face into his heated crotch. 

It must be at least seven inches long, she thought and hesitated a moment 
before she felt his fingers prying at the corners of her mouth forcing it 
open. The idea of being a receptacle for this horrible man's sperm was 
repulsive to her and she started to cough at the thought, but his hands held 
her head firmly against him. She could feel the hardness and the heat from 
his throbbing staff against her cheek and tried to turn her face away from 
him, but it was useless. 

His fingers delved between her teeth and pressed down on her tongue, holding 
her mouth open long enough for him to ease the monstrous red head of his 
prick between her lips and into her throat. Tiny drops of lubricating fluid 
were seeping from the end of his cock, spilling onto the bottom of her mouth 
with a salty, pungent taste. 

He began to rotate and undulate his hips toward her face, still holding her 
head firmly so that she could not pull away. 

"Lick me . . . suck . . . harder," he gasped, his thick cock sliding in and 
out of her mouth with a wet, sucking sound. 

He dragged her toward him as he moved a few steps backwards and sat down on 
her chair so that he wouldn't lose his balance. His fingers released their 
grip on her hair for several minutes while his fingers explored the full, 
ripeness of her breasts beneath her nightgown top, cruelly pinching the 
sensitive nipples into hardness. 

"Mmmmmmmmm . . . uuugggghhh," she groaned, opening her mouth slightly so she 
could catch her breath. 

"Don't stop . . . keep sucking," he hissed at her. "That's my little girl." 

He kept staring down at her, admiring his long, hard shaft disappearing 
between the helplessly submitting girl's wide-stretched lips. 

She could feel his fingers digging into her soft, pliable flesh, making her 
skin crawl with each caress as she bobbed up and down on his pulsing 
manhood. She could see the tufts of his dark, wiry pubic hair where his 
testicles hung loosely from his large, erect organ. 

She wished that he would cum and get it over with, but he seemed as though 
he could go on forever. 

"Suck harder for your daddy," he chuckled, pinching the soft, resilient 
flesh of her firm, young breasts. "Suck him good . .. make him cum!" 

She wanted to bite him, send him screaming in pain for using such a hallowed 
word but she knew that he would take the pictures from her desk and hold 
them over her head for the rest of her life if she did that, so she just 
began to suck and lick at his throbbing penis with renewed alacrity. 

She ran her tongue wetly over the veined, pulsing underside of his huge 
cock, flicking her tongue tantalizingly over the swollen head and into the 
tiny open pore in the middle. She could feel his stalk jerking in her mouth 
as though it were completely independent of his body, a new and different 
life entirely and she licked up and down harder and harder, sucking 
furiously, pulling her mouth over the entire length out of the very tip and 
then back again. 

He just couldn't tell anyone about those pictures! If he wanted her to suck 
him to keep him quiet, she would suck him, make him cum . . . anything so he 
didn't tell the school or her father. 

Her mind was tortured with thoughts of what would happen if her father ever 
did find out and she moved her mouth slavishly up and down on his cock until 
she thought she would run completely out of breath. 

She could only moan softly and continue her lewd worship of his loins as his 
giant rod drove deeper and deeper into her mouth, shoving its full seven 
inch length deep into her throat He was swearing at her, running his hands 
over her entire upper body, pinching and clawing until red welts and bruises 
showed through the thin material of her pajamas. He was crushing her breasts 
as though he had never felt such soft, large orbs before, until she was 
groaning from the pain and humiliation. 

Her lips were beginning to dry from the vigorous mouthing and she looked up 
at Mm, imploring him to stop and let her up, but her gaze was met with an 
un-giving, steel-like expression, a sadistic leer on his lips. 

She felt dirty, totally degraded in her subservient position on the floor. 
At least at the party she had known two of her partners, but this man was a 
stranger and she was his slave! She had seen him around the school many 
times, but he had never spoken to her, and as far as she knew, he didn't 
speak to any of the girls, but obviously he did make a habit of 
eavesdropping on their conversations and spying on them in their rooms! She 
wondered how many other girls he had forced to do this because he knew 
something about them, and her mind started going over the girls on her floor 
room by room. 

She began to slow down on her mouthing because her jaws ached from the huge 
intrusion in her mouth, but he grabbed her roughly again and warned her not 
to stop until he told her to. 

She tried to concentrate on making him cum and once again revived her back 
and forward motion on his erect, jerking cock. Slowly she could feel him 
swelling to even greater thickness in her mouth and she wondered if she 
would be able to take it all. 

"Suck it good now, baby," he growled. "I'm going to fill that mouth of 
yours!" 

Thank God, she thought, at least in a few minutes it would be over and maybe 
then he would leave and let her alone. 

Her lips closed around his growing shaft more firmly and milked his 
quivering penis with every ounce of energy she had left until she felt him 
shudder and the first spurt of his thick, warm sperm shoot deep into her 
throat. 

"Swallow it . . ." he commanded, and she felt as though she would choke from 
the hot, piquant liquid. 

He jerked forward in his chair and grabbed her head fiercely once again, 
ordering her to hold him in her mouth until he told her to let go. When she 
was sure that he had completed his orgasm she wanted to get up and rinse out 
her mouth, but he held her fast. She could feel his now limp cock begin to 
slip wetly from between her lips, but he seemed insistent on keeping her 
mouth glued to his crotch. 

Finally he let her go and his penis hung loosely and wrinkled against the 
cloth of his trousers. 

"Lick me clean like a good girl," he told her. "Then you can get up." 

He sat on the chair, his knees spread out on either side of the seat and she 
subserviently leaned forward to lick the end of his flaccid prick where 
trickling remnants of his cum had stayed. She tried to balance herself by 
holding onto the chair, but he told her not to use her hands, just her 
mouth! 

She leaned over so that she was almost on top of him and tried to catch the 
wiggling end of his weak, deflated prick with the tip of her tongue, but it 
avoided her like mercury in a glass. He chuckled maliciously as he watched 
her bob up and down at his crotch, licking at his penis whenever her tongue 
could catch it. 

Finally he seemed satisfied and got up from his chair. 

"You stay on the floor until I am out of the room," he warned her, pinching 
her one last time on the tip of her breast. "You behave yourself from now on 
and you won't have anything to worry about, otherwise, you know what I can 
do!" 

Tears were cascading her face, catching at the corner of her mouth as she 
sobbed uncontrollably, trying to keep her voice down so that no one would 
hear her. 

When she heard the door close she looked up and he had gone. She stumbled 
blindly to her bed and buried her head in the pillow and sobbed until she 
fell asleep, exhausted from the physical and mental strain she had just been 
through at the hands of the school's lowly old janitor. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

School was finally out and all the girls were on their way home. She had 
passed all her courses even though she knew that she could have done better 
if it hadn't been for the pressure and the strain during the last few weeks, 
but all that was behind her now. She was looking forward to her summer 
vacation, but almost decided not to go home when she found out that her 
father would be away filming in Europe. She had begged him to let her go 
along with him, but he insisted that she stay home and keep her step-mother 
company. She did not look forward to two and a half months locked up in the 
same house with her, but she had no choice, and she didn't want to make her 
father angry. 

Her father had sent the car for her and she wondered if Charles would say 
anything to her on the drive to the house. She smiled to herself wondering 
what effect her little seduction had had on him, or whether he would chose 
to ignore it completely. 

He helped her load her belongings into the car, but tried to avoid her gaze. 
She could tell he was embarrassed and actually she didn't want to pursue the 
incident any further herself, so she rode home in silence, trying to think 
what she would do for the next few months without her father. 

The car pulled into their long driveway, but her mother was not at the door 
to greet her. 

"I'm home," she called out, waiting for an answer. 

"Yes, I know," a harsh voice replied, "and you're screaming already. You 
must learn to keep your voice down!" 

"That bitch," she muttered quietly, throwing her pocketbook on the hall 
table. 

"We're out here ... on the patio," her mother finally told her. "Come on 
out." 

Guess it was too much trouble for her to come to the door to greet me, she 
thought sarcastically, but not really caring. She wondered what she meant 
when she had said "we," but she would find out in a few seconds. 

Her mother was lounging on a reclining chair, basking in the sun, a thin 
filmy sun robe wrapped around her shoulders, barely covering her obvious 
charms in her bathing suit. 

"Hello," she said politely. "It's nice to have you home. How was school?" 
She always asked the same perfunctory questions every time she came home, 
she thought, and she always gave her the same answer. 

"Nice to be home and school was fine, I passed." 

"That's nice, dear," she barely managed to say. 

"I thought you said 'we' were out on the patio. Who's the 'we'?" 

"Oh, Henry Jacobs. He's in the bar mixing some drinks, but he'll be back in 
a minute." 

"I should have known," she answered crisply. "That dirty old man just can't 
stay away, can he, mother!" She accented the first syllable of mother, so 
that she would get exactly what she intended. "Now, I thought we discussed 
this the last time you were home. You be nice to him, he's very fond of you 
and your father has asked him. to look after us while he's in Europe." 

"I bet," she said simply. 

Her mother didn't have time to say anything else because Mr. Jacobs came 
jauntily through the doorway. 

"Well, well, welcome home," he said, putting the drinks down and giving her 
an overly friendly hug and kiss. "Nice to see you looking so well, thought 
maybe the exams had worn you out." His eyes were viewing her slim, supple 
body as though she were on display. 

"She certainly is a beautiful girl, Lisbeth" he said, turning to her mother. 
"Bet you have to fight the boys off this summer." 

"Yes, she is very lovely," she commented with about as much enthusiasm as a 
contest judge. 

"What are your plans for the summer, young lady," he continued, still eyeing 
her and winking. 

"Nothing in particular. I wanted to go to Europe with daddy, but he thought 
I should stay home and keep mother company, but it appears that that won't 
be necessary, so I don't know what I'll do." She knew that they had both 
gotten her point, and Mr. Jacobs shuffled his feet nervously, picked up his 
drink and took a large gulp. 

"Well, if you go change, I've arranged to take you out for a ride today. 
Charles is saddling the horses right now, so hurry," he said. 

"I'd rather not go," she said curtly. "I'd like to rest for a few hours." 

"Don't be ridiculous, Jennifer," her mother chided her. "Henry's been 
planning this ride for days, so you run along and don't disappoint him." 

She looked at her mother to see if she would change her mind, but she was 
staring blankly at her. 

"Think I'll just rest right here while you two are gone, then freshen up for 
dinner. You will stay, won't you Henry?" she asked, knowing that he had 
already planned on it. 

"Sure, I'd love to, thanks for the offer." 

Jennifer looked at him and he was grinning evilly at her, but his back was 
to her mother so she didn't see the rising lecherous gleam in his eyes.. 

"You'd better hurry, if you want to have any sort of ride before the sun 
goes down, and may I change in the guest room, Lisbeth," he said turning 
back to her mother. 

"Help yourself, you know where it is." 

Jennifer turned and walked back into the house with Mr. Jacobs right behind 
her. She reached to pick up her pocketbook on the hall table, but it slipped 
and her cosmetics and belongings fell to the floor. 

She bent to pick them up, but Mr. Jacobs said, "I'll get them for you, never 
mind." He reached down and began to scoop up her various and sundry things 
that she was carrying, but stopped for a moment and stared at what else had 
fallen out of her purse. It was the pictures! 

"How very nice," he said, grinning up at her. "Think I'll just hang on to 
these." 

"Give them back," she demanded. "They don't belong to you, they're mine!" 

"They're mine now," he said, his voice harsh and cold, "so let's not discuss 
it any further. Run along and get changed so we can go on that ride." 

She could hear him laughing as she ran up the stairs to her room, taking two 
at a time. She couldn't believe that he would actually keep the pictures 
from her, what would he do with them? 

She changed quickly into her riding habit and pulled on her boots and went 
back downstairs. He was already waiting for her when she walked into the 
stable and stopped at each stall to pat the horses. 

"Here you are, miss," Charles said formally. "Your horse is all ready to 
go." 

He helped her onto her horse and she walked him outside and waited for Mr. 
Jacobs. In a few minutes he reined up alongside her and they took off at a 
brisk canter down the dirt road that led to the meadow. 

She loved the feel of the wind and fresh air blowing through her hair when 
she went out for a ride, it made her feel so clean, so healthy, so full of 
life, and she threw her head back and caught the full impact of the breeze 
as she urged her horse into a full gallop. She was trying to stay far enough 
ahead of Mr. Jacobs so that he wouldn't be able to trap her into a 
conversation or reach over and touch her, but his horse was as fast as hers 
and he was soon up alongside her. 

"Let's ride to the top of that ridge," he said, pointing at a spot about a 
half mile in front of them. "There is a lovely brook there and we can water 
the horses after their tiresome run." 

"I know there's a brook there. Remember, I live here," she said 
sarcastically. 

"Don't get smart with me, young lady," he continued, his voice lowering and 
becoming cruel. "I want to have a little talk with you when we get up there, 
so you'd better be polite." 

She sensed that his conversation with her would involve her having those 
dirty pictures, but she didn't care, he wasn't her father, so what could he 
do? Except, the obscene thought flickered ominously through her mind, hold 
them over her head for other things. 

They stopped at the top of the ridge and got down, letting their horses sip 
the cool water and rest for a little while. 

"Sit down," he said, patting the patch of ground next to him. 

"I can stand," she replied, not wanting to get too close to him. 

"I said ... SIT DOWN, and I mean it," he shouted, and reached up and grabbed 
her hand, pulling her roughly down beside him. 

"That's much better," he said, lowering his voice and grinning at her with 
that evil smile. 

"What do you want to say to me," she asked, anxious to get to the point. 

He let his hand fall lightly on her knee and she could feel his fingers grip 
into her soft, smooth flesh. 

"It's about your library of pictures," he continued, leering expectantly 
down at her. "I have a proposition to make you." 

"Oh yeah," she said, trying to sound calm, but her heart was pounding from 
the fear of what he would say. 

"Well, I think that you should be very, very nice to me, sort of like what's 
in the pictures, and then I won't give them to your mother." 

"You've got to be out of your mind," she gasped, trying to pull away from 
his insistent, firm grip. 

"I'll tell my mother what you just said, and then we'll see what happens!" 

"I'm afraid she wouldn't believe you, my dear," he snickered. "You see she'd 
just think you were making it up to get back at her! In fact, I rather think 
she would enjoy sending these to your father to show him his little Jen-Jen 
isn't all that lily-white and pure." 

Jenny gasped at the mention of her father and just sat there, stunned with 
disbelief. She knew that this evil old man had wanted to debauch her for 
some time by the way he was always hugging and kissing her, letting his 
hands grab her "accidentally" when her parents weren't looking, but she 
never thought that he would stoop to blackmail. 

She thought she'd try to call his bluff and said, "I can't ... I just can't, 
you'll have to tell my mother." 

"Of course you can," he said, running his hand up her leg to the vee of her 
loins and squeezing it knowingly. "You may even enjoy it!" 

She thought back to the night that she heard her mother and this man in the 
bedroom and wondered if he had the same plan in mind for her. 

"We can't do it here, someone might come along," she shuddered trying to 
stall him off. But she knew it wouldn't work. He had waited too long to get 
her in a position like this where she had no choice but submit to his lewd 
advances. 

"There are plenty of trees in back of us, my dear," he continued, his grip 
becoming rougher as he fingered her pubic mound from the outside of her 
riding pants. 

He took a blanket from the back of his saddle that he had obviously rolled 
up for the occasion and took her hand and pulled her to her feet, half 
dragging, half leading her over the short distance from the brook to the 
clump of trees. She could already see the bulge of his excited prick beneath 
his tight-fitting pants and she knew in her horrified mind that she would 
have to go along with him if she didn't want her father to find out about 
the pictures. The thought of this awful, lecherous man even touching her 
repulsed her and she wondered dazedly how her mother could have anything to 
do with him after having slept with a man like her father. 

He spread the blanket quickly and almost knocked her down on it in the 
urgency of his lust. when they were well hidden from the rest of the hill. 
His hands roamed over her body possessively kneading the soft, full mounds 
of her breasts pinching and squeezing like a madman. 

He fumbled with the catch on her jodhpurs and finally pulled the zipper 
frantically apart, breaking it, and reached his hand inside until he could 
feel the lace of her thin, silk panties. 

"Ooooohhh," he groaned, traces of spittle running from the corners of his 
mouth as he dug deeper and deeper inside her restricting panties until he 
could insert one finger beneath the tight elastic leg band and caress the 
soft, sparse pubic hair between her legs. He pushed his finger forward, 
touching the swollen lips of her vagina and roughly inserting one finger 
into the dry, tight vaginal passage until she opened her mouth wide and 
groaned in pain. 

"Aaagggggh," she panted, feeling his nail tear at the lining of her passage. 

He pushed his finger farther into her, smoothing it around against the soft, 
tender flesh unmercifully until she could finally feel her own juices of 
passion begin to flow involuntarily inside her open cunt. 

He was breathing in staggered gasps for breath and he tugged at her pants 
pulling them around her knees. 

"Take them off," he growled at her, frustrated because they would not slip 
off easily. She lay there, not moving, just glaring at him and he shouted 
again, "I told you to take them off!" 

She raised her hips and wiggled the pants down until they could go no 
further. He pulled her boots off and jerked her pants down over her ankles. 
His hands traced a line up the smoothness of her skin on the inside of her 
thigh, massaging the supple flesh beneath his fingers. His fingers began to 
unbutton her blouse until it fell back over her shoulders, revealing the 
ripe, firmness of her breasts beneath her flimsy brassiere, and he gasped 
loudly. 

"You're so lovely, Jenny," he crooned, a thin film of sweat breaking out on 
his forehead. "So beautiful. I knew you'd look like this naked." 

He cupped her breasts in his hands and pulled the lace of the brassiere down 
over the luscious white mounds on her chest until her nipples stood out 
erectly from their sudden contact with the air, and he pressed his palm 
firmly against her large orbs until it hurt. 

He was in a frenzied state of passion, not knowing where to touch her first, 
not able to concentrate on one particular region, but trying to devour every 
inch of her at once. 

She wiggled underneath his touch, and in a strange way found it exciting to 
have this dirty, awful man in such a state of lust after her. His touch was 
rough, almost brutal, yet she didn't mind. She could feel herself beginning 
to react to his caresses and she squirmed her hips, pushing them harder down 
into the blanket. 

He tore at the fly of his own trousers and lowered them around his knees, 
bringing his hard, threatening penis out into the open, letting it jerk up 
and down as he bent over her naked prostrate body. 

His hands were all over her body and in spite of her revulsion, she too was 
beginning to feel small flames of perverse lust dancing between her legs. 
She relaxed, opening them slightly to give him greater access and reached 
down and gently took his throbbing manhood in her hand, rubbing it gently. 
And, somehow, she found another perverse thrill running through her with the 
knowledge that this was the same hardened fleshy instrument that had made 
her stepmother squirm and twist beneath its relentless pounding that night 
she had watched with horrified eyes through the window of her bedroom. 

"Oh," he cried startled, at the unexpected pressure of her fingers as they 
grabbed his shaft. 

"You'll be begging me for it," he muttered, choking on his words as he 
gasped. 

She stroked his testicles and massaged his hot, pulsing cock with little 
nibbling pressures. 

"Yes . . . yes ..." he groaned, "you are a hot little bitch! Just like I 
knew you'd be!" 

Finally he couldn't stand the tension any longer and pulled her thin, silk 
panties away from her body, ripping them in half, and stared down at his 
ultimate target. His fingers worked furiously at the tiny slit between her 
legs until she was writhing and bucking under his fingering like she was 
going crazy. 

His pants had fallen down around his ankles, but he had not taken them 
completely off, but he threw his body on top of her almost immediately and 
nearly took her breath away from the pressure of his weight. 

"I'm going to fuck you so good, so good, baby," he groaned, his voice thick 
with lust. "Sooo good little Jenny!" 

She could feel the thickness of his large organ, probing between her legs, 
trying to slip inside her, but she kept her legs closed tightly together, 
teasing him, making him fight for her. 

His hands pulled harshly at her knees, pinching the tender, soft skin on the 
inside of her thighs until she had to let them part before he bruised her 
too badly. It gave her a sense of conquering him to make him wait and she 
got a strange perverted feeling of power from it. She knew that he had 
wanted her, had forced her into this situation, but she was going to enjoy 
making him squirm for it. 

"Come on," she whispered in his ear. "Give it to me like a real man if you 
think you can!" Her words excited him into an uncontrollable series of 
lunges and thrusts, trying to find the tiny, open slit of her vagina, but 
she kept moving her hips sideways so that he would miss with each attempt. 

She knew that he was going to get angry if she kept up her game, so finally 
she let him probe the tight, damp passage with the throbbing head of his 
prick. 

"Ooooolihhhh," he groaned, shoving it deep into her with his first thrust. 
She could feel him stretching the walls of her vagina, tearing at them, 
scraping and pushing further and further into her aching channel. 

"Aaagggggh," she murmured as he shoved his rampaging cock in the last few 
centimeters. 

"Ooooooh God," she moaned, clenching her teeth tightly together. 

He felt good inside her. 

He filled her completely, torturing her with his dangerous, thick, prodding 
phallus, and she moved her hips forward and spread her thighs open wide to 
take him more easily. 

She wanted him! She wanted him to fuck her and she wanted him to forget that 
he had ever fucked her stepmother! She knew her thoughts were vindictive, 
but she wanted to punish her mother for being unfaithful to her father, so 
she was determined to steal her lover! 

He was scrambling and pushing on top of her now, trying to get deeper inside 
her, pierce her heaving little belly with his hard, thick cudgel if it was 
the last thing he ever did. 

Her hips jerked up against the hardness of his pelvis as he slammed into 
her, and she raised her knees so that they grasped around his buttocks. He 
felt marvelous inside her, this was different than she had ever felt before 
and she wondered if it was because of the fact that she had been forced, 
threatened into submitting. 

She could feel the roughness of the wool blanket beneath her hips in 
contrast to the heat that was melting her very insides from between her 
legs. It seemed strange to make love in the open, to look up and see the 
sky, the trees, and there was something completely free about it. 

They were both groaning, nibbling and biting now, their bodies working 
together like two precision parts, perfectly matched and in tune. 

She could feel his thrusts becoming more violent, more insistent, his prick 
becoming thicker and thicker with each lunge and she wondered if he were 
about to fill her with his semen now. 

"Wait . . . wait . . . I'm not ready," she gasped, and pulled his hips in 
closer to hers, in an effort to hold him still so that he would not cum 
until she too had approached her pinnacle. 

She wanted him to bury his shaft so deep in her that she would cum for 
hours, but suddenly she felt him pull away from her with a grunt and slide 
his cock completely out of her straining cunt. 

She moaned and gasped in disappointment and mumbled up into his strangely 
leering face. "W-What's the matter? I was so c-close!" 

"I'm gonna do something to you I've always wanted to do to your father's 
wife and she'd never let me," he hissed down at her, a weird sadistic 
grimace playing across his lips. 

"W-What are you going to do to me?" she whimpered up at him, a sudden fear 
flickering through the haze of her aroused passion. She wiggled teasingly on 
the grass, the burning sensation between her legs was about to consume her 
if he didn't satisfy her. She couldn't even wait for his answer to the 
frightened question she had asked and groaning out loud, she reached down 
and grabbed his prick roughly at first, then massaged it gently. "Please . . 
. please," she begged, "I want you back inside fucking me!" 

He looked down at her, frustrated and begging for his massive, pulsing tool 
inside her, and he wanted her too, but he wanted her now in his own strange, 
perverse way. He had waited too long to get this proud young bitch flat on 
her back and helpless to his demands. 

"Roll over," he commanded her. "We'll do it like they did in the pictures!" 

She cringed at the thought, but her desire was too great to resist for very 
long and she twisted around on her stomach, her soft white buttocks pointing 
subserviently up at the open sky. She felt his fingers probe the crevice of 
her anus, running up and down, fingering the puckered, tight little hole, 
pulling her cheeks roughly apart. She was dry, so he dipped his fingers into 
the moist, hot wall of her vagina and ran his fingers up and down her rectal 
orifice once again until she was sufficiently lubricated. 

He lowered his other hand around under her belly and rubbed it sensuously, 
teasing the tiny erect bud of her clitoris until she felt herself pushing 
back against his hips. She didn't care what happened now, she was being 
controlled by her enormous desire and she had to have him! 

She could feel his hardness probing at her tiny hole and she felt obscenely 
naked with him driving lustfully at her backside, but she was no longer 
embarrassed, nothing mattered! 

"Spread your legs," he said roughly, pulling at her knees and yanking them 
farther apart. 

His finger prodded cruelly into her rectum, shoving its thickness in up to 
the first knuckle and she gasped in pain. 

"Aaagggghhh . . . uuuuggggghhhh, you're killing me." 

Her muscles were taut and she knew that she should try to relax, but the 
sudden intrusion had caused every muscle to constrict. He let his finger he 
still inside her for just a moment before inserting it the rest of the way 
and slowly, but surely, the pain began to subside. He jammed his finger in 
and out of her tight elastic hole until she was stretched a httle wider and 
then, without warning, rammed a second digit deep into that soft rubbery 
channel. 

"God, no!" she screamed. "You'll tear me in half," but he wasn't going to 
stop. She tried to wiggle away from his cruel impalement, but his other hand 
held her hips back on his finger like a roasting pig impaled helplessly on a 
spit. 

She knew that he was deliberately stretching her anus, hurting her, for he 
chuckled softly every time she groaned or winced in pain. His other hand 
began to fondle the lips of her vagina once again and she found herself 
rocking back onto his fingers, wanting him to take her, take her any way he 
wanted, it didn't matter! 

"Do it ... do it," she begged him, moaning softly. "Fuck me! Somewhere! 
Anywhere!" 

He pulled his fingers out of her and she could feel the soft tender flesh 
from the inside of her rectum clinging to them as he removed them with a 
slight sucking noise. She felt his body stretch out in back of hers, his 
huge, hard cock prodding between the cheeks of her soft, flaccid buttocks 
and she shivered half in masochistic anticipation and half in dread of the 
punishment she knew he was going to subject her helpless body to. She could 
feel his thumbs stretching the soft, unprotected cheeks of her ass wide 
apart and the smooth rubbery head of his pulsating cock probing eagerly 
against the small tight ring of her exposed anus. Tears of dread and shame 
cascaded down her face momentarily as the enormity of the perversion he was 
about to commit on her flickered through her mind but there was nothing 
anyone in the world could do to save her now. Not even Daddy! 

She heard him grunt and wheeze for a moment behind her as he tried to force 
his rock-hard cock deep into her as she lay face down, legs spread wide, but 
she was still too tight, so he ordered her to "Kneel" Reluctantly, but 
obediently, she raised up on her knees, her fingers digging into the grass 
and dirt at the top of the blanket, preparing herself for his harsh 
impalement His hands pulled the cheeks of her buttocks apart again and then 
gripped her thighs, holding them as widespread as they would go. 

"Help me put it in," he commanded her gruffly and reached for her hand and 
placed it on his throbbing cock and loosely swaying testicles. They bounced 
like jelly in her hand and the pubic hair surrounding them tickled her hand. 

"Guide it in for me," he commanded her, in a bit rougher tone of voice. 

She pressed the smooth, pulsating head against her tiny, stretched and 
aching hole, but when she felt it push against her for the first time she 
let go, biting her lip in pain. It was too big ... it would never fit! 

But, even as her mind rebelled, she felt him push his hips forward cruelly, 
inching the head of his massive rod into the tightly, stretched nether ring 
of her anus and she screamed in pain. 

"Stop ... stop, I can't take it!" 

He ignored her pleas, holding her fast and shoved in harder and more 
insistently. She knew now that she couldn't escape from this horrible 
intrusion of the most secret of her entrances as he thrust his hips forward 
and stabbed her painfully each time he lunged. He held her hips back at his 
and she was helpless. 

"Push back . . . come to me," he shouted. "Push your ass back at me!" 

Her mind was so wracked with pain that she couldn't think, so she just 
wiggled her hips automatically, easing them back further and further onto 
his punishing, hard organ. His pulsing, hot prick surged into her, a solid 
mass of rock-hard flesh, boring into the soft rubbery confines of her 
rectum, tearing her apart and forcing tiny gasps of helpless protest from 
between her tightly clenched teeth. 

"Oh God ... Oh God ... you're killing meeeee! You're splitting me there . . 
." she grunted out her pain down into the rough surface of the crumpled 
blanket. The smooth blunt intrusion of his huge cock vibrated and jerked 
through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh inside of 
her widely stretched anal passage in great waves of pain relentlessly before 
it. Her eyes opened wide in torment and she started to scream out her agony 
again until suddenly she felt the wiry, coarse hair of his loins smack 
heavily into the soft, rounded cheeks of her swaying buttocks. 

The huge, fleshy thickness was buried to the hilt in her upturned ass! 

Jacobs groaned and began muttering vile obscenities down at her hollowing 
back as he began fucking her as though she were a slave kneeling before her 
master. 

"You're soo fucking tight," he moaned as he sawed in and out of her, showing 
her no mercy as he plundered into the tender, soft confines of her buttocks. 

"Ooohhh ... uuuggghhhh, she groaned, the pain beginning to ease somewhat, 
and she felt a strange sensation welling up in her wildly gyrating buttocks 
. . . The pain was weirdly mixed with pleasure and a masochistic sort of 
thrill crept through her mind,-and she shoved back harder and willingly onto 
his pistoning cock. Her excitement was over-riding the pain and she reached 
in back of her and tickled his gently swinging testicles so that he 
plundered into her with greater fury. 

He stared at his huge, purplish organ disappearing between the cheeks of her 
helpless and vulnerable buttocks, tearing into her like a lightning bolt. 

His balls and penis ached from the tightness of her anus and he could feel 
the tight elastic ring around the tiny puckered hole stretch each time he 
pulled out and shoved it into her again, sending a thousand chills racing 
through his body. 

He rotated his hips, grinding deeper and deeper into her as she gasped out 
of her own abandoned passion. 

"Yes ... do it ... do it! Fuck me there ... fuck me there!" 

He drew it out almost to the tip and then shoved it back into her once 
again, his throbbing prick about to burst inside her. He began to rub his 
hips and hairy thighs over her white, smooth backside, reaching around under 
her heaving chest and grasping her breasts and squeezing them harshly as if 
they were rubber. His breath was rapid and hot, warming the back of her 
spine and neck as he lunged forward. He could feel his already giant, erect 
cock begin to swell even more and he braced himself for his final explosion. 

"Here I cum," he groaned. "My God . . . here I cum!" 

Jenny closed her eyes tight, feeling the rising tide of his orgasm building 
in his wildly thrusting cock. 

And then he exploded! 

She could feel his hot, liquid sperm shoot deep into her rectum moistening 
her, filling her belly to the brim with his hot, pulsating semen. She moaned 
again and flailed her head to the side, feeling filled as she had never been 
filled before. She could swear the warm spurting liquid had burst through 
her intestines and was seeping out the soft, sensitive tips of her hardened 
breasts to the blanket below. He gasped, and groaned, mewling like an animal 
as he thrust one final time and the last of his hot, jetting sperm shattered 
lewdly into the forever stretched tunnel of her clasping anus. 

"Oh yes . . . yes . . . yes ..." he whimpered as his voice trailed off into 
an inaudible whisper. 

He pulled his penis from her buttocks, its slippery exit making a wet, 
sucking noise, and rolled over on the grass, still panting. She rubbed her 
buttocks cheeks and looked at him accusingly. 

"You hurt me," she said. 

"You'll get used to it, my dear," he said with a Victorian tone to his 
voice, but not really caring how she felt. "We'll have to make this a daily 
ritual while your father's gone." 

"Perhaps," she said, staring up at the sky and closing her eyes for just a 
little while before they started back. 

CHAPTER NINE 

The summer seemed to drag, each day the same as the one before and she was 
becoming restless. She had met several boys during the two months and had 
had her affairs, not counting her frequent meetings with her mother's lover, 
Mr. Jacobs, but still she felt she wanted something else. She knew that she 
would never be happy going back to boarding school, it would all seem so 
juvenile, so unimportant now, and she decided that she would not go back. 
She knew that her parents would insist upon her finishing her education and 
she didn't know how she could avoid telling them, but she'd have to work 
something out! 

She had always wanted to try acting like her father, in fact she had always 
wanted to do everything that her father did, so she decided to apply to 
several acting schools in Hollywood. She knew that her last name would pull 
some weight, but there were hundreds of children with famous actors for 
mothers or fathers so she couldn't count too strongly on that alone. 

She had often heard Mr. Jacobs brag about all his connections in the movie 
world, so she decided that the next time he wanted to make love to her, she 
would turn the tables and bribe him. She knew that he was becoming quite 
infatuated with her, her youth, her energy and her love-making, so she knew 
that he would probably help her. If he did refuse, she could threaten to 
expose him to her mother and she knew that his ego wouldn't stand for that, 
so she felt fairly safe in her blackmail. 

One afternoon she called him up and told him to meet her at the house, that 
her mother was out for the day and she wanted to see him. She tried to make 
her voice sound sensual and desperate, as though she couldn't wait to be 
with him in bed again, and he told her that he would rush right over. She 
giggled as she hung up the phone, just picturing him rushing through the 
door, his clothes half off and a huge erection bulging out from underneath 
his pants. He was such an overly anxious man, and he thought that he was 
absolutely irresistible. The thought made her want to be sick or laugh 
hysterically. 

She went to her room and put on the scantiest pair of shorts and halter she 
could find, freshened her make-up and lounged casually in a big chair on 
their patio. She heard the maid let him in the front door and she pushed her 
breasts up higher so that most of them were revealed above her tight halter. 

"Well, there you are, my love," he said, his breath thick with passion. 
"What can I do for you today?" He laughed, thinking that she would just fall 
into his arms and let him make love to her. After all, she had called him, 
so what else could she want? 

She looked up at him and said, "Sit down, Henry. I want to have a talk with 
you." Her voice was cold and calculating, not the warm and sensuous tone he 
had detected on the phone. 

"It sounds serious," he said, wondering exactly what she had in mind. "What 
can I do for you?" 

He reached down and ran his hand caressingly over the protruding, inviting 
soft bulge of her breasts and drew a sharp breath. 

"I'm not going to make love to you anymore," she said bluntly, knowing that 
his pants were about ready to burst at that very moment. "The first time you 
forced me into it, but from then on it was more of a game, something for me 
to use against my mother, so you see, I don't care if you tell her about the 
pictures now. I think she suspects that you have been seeing me and she's 
liable to tell Daddy if you ever admitted it, so I doubt that you would." 

"But, baby," he stammered. "I'd never show those pictures to anyone now. You 
know that. In fact, I'll give them back if you want, but don't say we aren't 
going to make love anymore." 

She knew she had him just where she wanted him and she loved to watch him 
squirm. 

"Well, there is one other condition that I have to offer, and then maybe we 
can work something out. You interested?" she asked coyly. 

"Of course," he said, "I'd love to hear it." 

I bet, she thought to herself. 

"I've decided not to go back to school this fall, and I want to take my 
chances in Hollywood. After this summer, everything at school would seem so 
childish. I've matured so much and my tastes have changed, if you know what 
I mean." 

She paused and waited for a reaction, but he just sat there listening. 

"How does that involve me," he asked finally. "I doubt that your parents 
will let you drop out, anyway." 

"Oh Henry, you're so slow," she added, "let me be more specific." 

"I know that my parents would have an absolute fit if I didn't go back to 
school, but I've made up my mind, so I thought that you might set up some 
interviews there for me, with your connections and all, then if I have a 
contract or at least a bid to a studio, my parents couldn't very well stop 
me. I'd be on my own and have a job." 

"I'm not sure that I could go against your mother and father like that, 
they've been my friends for years," he replied. 

"Aren't I your friend, too," she said, softening her voice. "After all, 
we're not exactly strangers!" 

"No, we're hardly strangers, but that has nothing to do with it." 

"Quite the contrary," she said. "It has everything to do with it, everything 
in the world!" 

"I don't see what you mean ... or do I?" he stammered. 

"In layman's terms, Henry dear," she said sarcastically, "unless you do set 
up the interviews for me, I'll go to mother with my sad tale of woe about 
how you seduced me the first day I was home and how you've kept after me, 
screwing me half to death and threatening me if I ever told." 

He looked at her shocked, not believing that she had turned the tables so 
neatly. 

"I really think that I'd make an excellent actress anyway," she continued, 
"I'm sure I could give my mother a realistic performance, tears and all, 
sobbing about how I wish she'd get rid of you!" 

"You don't have enough nerve to pull a stunt like that," he told her. "You'd 
never do it!" 

"Bet me!" she challenged him. "Would you like to take the chance?" 

He didn't speak for several minutes, then answered, "No, I wouldn't like to 
take the chance." 

"That's just great then. You can use the phone in the den and start calling 
some people. I want all the interviews I can get. Oh, one more thing . . . 
you'll have to lend me some money to live on when I first go there so I will 
be able to get around and eat." 

He nodded, resigned to the fact that she did mean what she said, and there 
was nothing else he could do. 

She followed him into the den and sat there while he made several phone 
calls to producers, agents and studios in Hollywood and set up appointments 
for her in two weeks. 

When he had finished his last call, she put her arms around his waist and 
hugged him, rubbing her breasts teasingly over his thin cotton shirt. 

He grabbed at her roughly, trying to crush his mouth down on hers, his 
fingers tearing at the cloth of her halter. 

"Take it easy, you don't want to bruise your property," she teased him, 
moving away and walking back onto the patio. 

"Now, let's make love," he whispered, walking in back of her. "I want you so 
badly." 

"So will a lot of other people once I get to Hollywood," she said, "and I 
wouldn't want to wear myself out. Thanks very much for your help though, 
Henry, I do appreciate it." 

She knew that he was going crazy. She could see the pulsing, thick bulge in 
his pants and she reached out and squeezed it gently. 

"My, you do excite easily," she chided, laughingly. "Maybe mother will take 
care of you when she gets home." 

"Damn you," he spat, grabbing her harshly and clawing at her brief top. He 
was about to rip it completely from her body and throw her down on the grass 
and take her right there, but they both stopped short, as they heard 
footsteps coming toward them. 

Her mother stood in the doorway for just a second before walking out on the 
patio. She looked at Jennifer and then at Mr. Jacobs, trying to detect if 
anything had been going on. There were several red marks on the bulging 
fullness of Jenny's breasts and Mr. Jacobs seemed to be out of breath, but 
she said nothing to let them know she suspected. 

"Jenny," she scolded, "that's no way for a young lady to go running around. 
Go put some clothes on. Have a seat, Henry." 

Jenny went to her room, smiling to herself, knowing that her mother must 
have sensed something was wrong, but her pride wouldn't let her say 
anything. 

* * * 

The two weeks seemed to pass slowly, when finally the day came for her to 
leave. She had gotten some money from Mr. Jacobs and had gotten her ticket. 
Her step-mother was gone that evening, so she decided to leave them a note 
telling her what she had decided and that her father wouldn't worry when he 
found out. She knew that they would probably send someone after her, but if 
she already had signed a contract by that time, she wouldn't be able to 
break it! 

She didn't want to hurt her father, but she couldn't tell him all the 
reasons why she had made this decision, that would be worse. She didn't care 
what her mother thought, but she was still a little apprehensive about what 
her new life would hold for her. 

She had heard her father speak so many times about all the young girls who 
went to Hollywood in hopes of getting a contract, and what they had to 
sacrifice and do to even get an interview. He had told her, "I'm glad you 
don't want to get into the business. It's a rough haul." 

She knew that it would not be easy, even though she was Carter Rhodes' 
daughter, in fact in might even be more difficult, the others might resent 
her. She had faced that problem in school and she was sure that now she 
could face it without difficulty if she had to, but she tried to look at the 
more optimistic side. 

She was on her own! She wouldn't have to listen to professors, dorm mothers, 
her own mother, or anyone, ever again. 

Her new found sense of freedom elated her and she could not keep from 
smiling as the train rolled over the miles of track that was taking her to 
her Mecca... Hollywood. 


The End
