DBB-168  I Want More!
[aka 'Never Enough']
(Greg Dorian)


Introduction 

Many people have pointed out the vast though often subtle differences 
between the English and American languages. Prominent among them was the 
late writer; editor and critic from Baltimore, H.L. Mencken. Mencken, in 
fact, once "translated" the Declaration of Independence from the rather 
ponderously poetic English in which it was written into the colloquial 
American of his own day. 

"When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to 
dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to 
assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to 
which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them ..." became, in 
Mencken's version, "When things get so balled up that the people of a 
country got to cut loose from some other country and go it on their own hook 
..." 

Obviously, Mencken was not choosing the best possible American; it served 
his purpose to pick a kind of slang many educated Americans would never 
consider using. Be that as it may, "We hold these truths to be self-evident, 
that all men are created equal ..." came out "All we got to say on this 
proposition is this: first, me and you is as good as anybody else ..." 

Thus, humorously but pointedly, Mencken put his finger on a question that 
has generated a good deal of discussion over the years: does "equal" in fact 
mean "as good as," and did the framers of the Declaration of Independence 
intend it that way? Some people have taken "equal" to mean "exactly the same 
as," and gone on to the triumphant observation that all men are not created 
"exactly the same as" each other as if that made nonsense out of the entire 
document. To other people, it has always seemed reasonably obvious that what 
our forefathers meant was that each man was created "as good as" his 
neighbors in any moral sense and should be entitled to fully equal 
opportunities. 

This may have been largely an academic question throughout much of our 
history. It is an important one today, however. As Herbert J. Gans, 
professor of sociology at Columbia University, pointed out in a recent issue 
of Saturday Review, "Although the fundamental idea of the Declaration of 
Independence is that 'all men are created equal,' Americans traditionally 
have been more interested in life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness 
than in the pursuit of equality. In the last decade, however, their 
interests have begun to shift, and equality may be on its way to becoming as 
significant as liberty in the hierarchy of American goals. 

'The shift began approximately on the day in 1955 when Mrs. Rose Parks of 
Montgomery, Alabama, decided that she was no longer willing to sit in the 
rear of a bus. Much has been written about the ensuing political and social 
unrest, but few observers have emphasized that the revolts of the blacks, 
the young, and others have a common theme: the demand for greater equality 
by the less than equal. Blacks have agitated for racial equality through 
black power; students, in high schools as well as in colleges, have demanded 
more power on the campus; teen-agers have begun to claim the sexual freedom 
now available to young adults, and in less public ways they-and even younger 
children-have sought more equality within the family. And, of course, many 
women are now demanding equality with men, and homosexuals with 
heterosexuals." 

This is the story of June Renson, a young college girl who wants "more-more 
equality for students both within and without their school affairs, and more 
sexual freedom for everybody. In one sense, June is amply equipped to get 
what she wants: she is healthy, intelligent, competent, and highly 
attractive. In another sense, she is not well equipped at all: sheer lack of 
experience makes her vulnerable, and this lack tends to make her a victim of 
circumstances as much as she is a fighter for her ideals. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

They lay quietly after their first bout of sex, sprawled naked on the big 
double bed of June Renson's off-campus apartment. Roy seemed to have fallen 
asleep, just for these few first contented moments after he had emptied his 
spurting wads of heavy cum deep inside the girl's vagina, and had fallen 
away, now lying on his back beside her. Minutes passed; five, ten, perhaps 
more-June had not bothered to count them. Now, nestled warmly against the 
boy's shoulder, she listened to his soft, yet heavy breathing. 

Darkness had already fallen on the late autumn afternoon, and she could see 
that the full moon had begun to rise. She listened briefly to the ticking of 
the alarm clock on her night-stand, then reached up to turn on the lamp. She 
turned back to survey the strong naked form of the boy beside her. She ran 
the flat of her palms over his chest, then down along his belly to the 
sensitive zone between his navel and his curly thatch of pubic hair. Her 
eyes rested hungrily further down, at the full-fleshed cock which softly 
rested athwart his narrow hip. She brushed her hand against it, pressing 
against its smooth warmth. Briefly, Roy's eyes fluttered open, then closed 
again. He moved comfortably and licked his lips. 

June, could hardly remember when she had felt so contented, her box still 
hot and full of Roy's thick charge of man-stuff. She could feel the way it 
had all spurted into her. She moved her legs, softly chafing them together, 
realizing how short a time she and Roy had known each other. The quick 
memory of their chance meeting on the main drag of the small upstate college 
town flashed across her mind; how they had spotted each other in the 
shopping crowds, had exchanged a few long, probing glances. She had liked 
the looks of him, his lanky height, the way his pants fitted snugly behind, 
the neat telling mound of promising sex at his crotch. She had missed none 
of it, and she had slowed her pace and lingered at a few shop windows. 

Cruising, she thought, that's what they called it. And in no time, she knew 
he was following her. She also knew he was a "townee," as the campusites 
called the natives. But it didn't matter .. . not this time. As he had 
finally come to approach her, she had taken in the smooth, squared chin, the 
longish sandy-blond hair. A doll, she thought . . . and suddenly he was 
speaking to her, their first words. He had suggested coffee, and she had 
readily accepted. But that would be all, she had decided-for now. No sense 
in rushing things. 

Nineteen. He had told her his age; a year out of the local high school-just 
about the same as herself. More talk, more coffee and she had given him her 
phone number. That was three days ago. And then, this afternoon, had come 
his call. And here they were ... 

Now here he was ... and, boy, what a fuck! How this kid could feed it to a 
girl! And really give it! Her cunt still burned with those hot sensations; 
naturally she wanted more. More. She let her hand fold gently about the 
still half-swollen cock, feeling of it, studying the movements of her hand 
around it. She let it fall back, and down, with a soft slapping sound. She 
lowered her hand, resting it against his upper thigh as she began to fondle 
his balls in their soft, hanging sac. Roy awoke. She knew he was awake. He 
rested his forearm against the softness of her naked thigh, then began to 
rub it up and down. Otherwise he remained motionless. 

But then, suddenly, his cock was again on the rise, lengthening 
rapidly-filling with its quick flow of blood-stiffening to full 
rock-hardness. She grasped it firmly about its base, waving it before her 
gaze, like a thick wand of flesh. Slowly she massaged it with slow, firm 
strokes of her hand; then, with her hand at its base, she pulled strongly 
downward, letting the foreskin peel down fully from the swollen tip-end of 
the hard shaft. The head of Roy's cock glinted softly in the lamplight; June 
studied the soft ridge of skin, folded below the rounded lip of the moist 
cockhead. 

"It's beautiful," she whispered. "It's beautiful and perfect. I need it. . . 
again ... in me!" 

Roy stirred as he felt one of her large tits pressing against the skin of 
his belly. Suddenly he felt her lips closing over the head of his penis, 
then firming, and sliding half-way down the swollen shaft. He reached for 
her hairy muff, kissing warmly along the inside of her thighs. 

"Eat me first," she said, slipping his long cock from her mouth. "I want you 
to eat me first. It turns me on more." She struggled to her hands and knees 
on the blanket. "In a minute I'll turn back around so you can get into 
me-you know, dog-style!" 

The nude boy looked into her cunt in the lamplight. It was open so wide he 
could almost see into its pink-folded depths. It was wet, and the 
raw-looking lips seemed to be twitching. I sure don't know how I can turn 
you on any more than you already are, he thought; and he caught the aroma of 
her gaping cunt. With this, he jammed his face into it. He stuck out his 
tongue, hardening it, and began to lick. Then he probed it ... then jabbed 
his tongue deep inside and began to suck her. She shrieked as if in pain, 
while her creamy buttocks and the muscles of her inner thighs quivered and 
spasmed. Again she grasped the hardness of his stiff pole, and wobbled it 
back and forth. She sank her eager lips over it, and while he thrust upward 
into her throat, he kept licking her fat juicy cuntal lips. Again he thrust 
his tongue into her hairy slit. 

She was babbling in ecstasy. As he licked the soft pink walls of her hungry 
slot, she began to breathe heavily, and slowly she began to turn around over 
his sprawled body. Then, on her hands and knees, she moved to the other side 
of the bed. Her body began to sweat. 

"I-I'm ready now," she said, and with one final move she grasped at his 
dangling balls and the hard base of his jutting cock. "Get up behind me ... 
get up there! Grab me around the shoulders ... or anywhere there ... and get 
it in! Get that thing deep inside ... then fuck me-ee!" 

Quickly he was up, and mounting her like a bull on a cow in season. His big 
hard-on swung up from between his thighs, bobbing strongly. She grabbed hold 
of it behind her, guiding it toward her wide-open slit. In the next instant, 
his cockhead had entered her love-hole from behind, and his long stiff rod 
glided swiftly into her hot, slippery cunt ... almost as if it had known its 
way. She tightened her inner muscles firmly around his big, hard shaft, and 
began to ride her, slowly at first ... in then out ... his big shaft pumping 
heavily, his balls banging against the softness of her ass. She pushed her 
hips back to meet each of his deep forward thrusts, feeling his shaft 
pummeling her insides, the wide cockhead clutched by the upper rings of her 
vagina. He jabbed deeper each time, the muscles of his ass firming, then 
relaxing, as he jabbed deep and withdrew. They were both going wild: for 
June, it was the feel of his long cock gliding into her pussy, his hairy 
balls slapping against her: for Roy, it was the way she worked her 
cunt-muscles in a frantic effort to milk his darting rod. 

"Ohh-hh, kiddo!" he exclaimed. "You really do it! This is really it! Oh, 
yess-sss!" He kept driving into her, his hands around her hips, squeezing 
the softness of her lower belly. One sudden thrust of his hips was so heavy 
he nearly flattened her. He withdrew completely, then quickly stuffed his 
prick back into her. She began to gasp as he rutted her, his hips flinging 
back and forth like a male dog in heat over a bitch. But now he covered her 
full, round boobs with his hands. He felt for the hard nipples, twirling his 
fingers around them. Then he began to pull and push, squeezing her breasts 
wildly, milking them. He nibbled the soft, velvety nape of her neck. 

"Roy . . . oh, Roy," she babbled. "Don't ever quit. Don't ever quit fucking 
me!" 

Once more, one of his thrusts ground her down into the pillows, and against 
the thick wool of the blankets. Chills ran up and down her spine. He kept 
riding into her, his hands clasped about her firm, young boobs, feeling 
their smooth warmth. He kept eating at the back of her neck . . . eating, 
kissing, nibbling. 

"Oh-hh. I like to fuck," she moaned. "Just like this. With you! This is the 
great. . . essst." 

They suddenly made it together. In one full, blissful moment, he blew his 
nuts with the wildest orgasm he had ever had. One surging shot of creamy cum 
streamed from his loins into her stretched vagina, flooding deep into her 
womb. On his third wild spurt of jism, his ass firmed hard as he pressed 
into her, she came in hot waves of ecstatic orgasm. After she was finished, 
her cunt muscles kept up a steady caressing of his cock, keeping it hard and 
throbbing. The enormous spurts of his cum which had pumped into her, began 
to bubble back out of her cunt, her own flow mingling with his. AH of it 
bathed around his long prick, dripping down along his thighs, then onto the 
blankets. 

In a daze, she felt his hard, wet cock pull out of her with a soft, sucking 
sound. She still wanted him, still wanted the feel of his comforting warmth 
and youthful strength. Roy had slowly backed out of her, and fallen away, on 
his back. His fingers felt around the wetness of his balls which had begun 
to hurt. 

"How'm I gonna give you all the fucking you want," he said, "when I feel 
this tired." 

Slowly he lit a cigarette, and blew the smoke up toward the ceiling. He had 
never felt so contented, yet so exhausted. She settled down beside him, 
reached for the cigarette, and took a long drag of it. 

"Honey," she said, "don't worry about it. I thought you might be angry, but 
you have to go. I've got early classes tomorrow, and I need some sleep. So, 
don't worry. You don't mind, then?" 

They lay back together, and Roy slipped his arm under her shoulders. He 
lifted his face to hers, and kissed her. 

"Grab that white towel there," she said, suddenly sounding so matter of fact 
that it stunned him. "I like to have my snatch dried ... and you can do it 
for me. You dry my pussy, and I'll dry your balls . .. and that hard thing 
of yours ..." 

"Okay. Hand me the towel." What the hell, he thought, if she liked it, why 
not? She had grabbed the towel and handed it to him. 

"Do me first," she commanded. She got to her feet by the bed, her cute, 
petite body turning in Roy's direction. She pressed forward to the waiting 
towel. 

Roy moved toward her, and as she spread her legs, he wiped away the flowing 
mixtures of their cream from her inner thighs, and then daubed and wiped the 
glistening wet hairs of her cunt until they were dry. Carefully he pushed 
the towel between her legs wiping the remaining signs of their passion from 
her crotch to her ass. She turned around to give him freer access, and he 
began to kiss the creamy pink curves of her buttocks, licking at the tip-end 
of her spine. She threw back her head, moaning as she savored the 
sensations. 

Then she turned around again, pressing herself against him. He looked for 
several moments at her juicy cunt, his tongue-tip moving out from between 
his lips. Fluid still oozed from the cuntal lips, and he began to lick it 
away. He kissed her, on sudden impulse, sucking on the dampened curly hairs, 
jammed his tongue inside, reaming the soft pink folds of her twat; he took 
the towel and began to dry away the wet, sticky fluids. 

Then he swung himself up and around, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing 
her more fully. He spread his legs, letting his long cock swing free and 
upward from between them. It was already getting harder, and in the next 
moments it was jutting straight up, its head pointing into his navel. 
Silently, he leaned forward again, and placed his hands around the softness 
of her rump. He concentrated his gaze at her hairy box. That wasn't all my 
ball-juice, he thought, but, Christ, she had creamed more than any girl I've 
ever humped. Look at it, look at her! He pressed his mouth forward again, 
frantically licking and sucking. Much of what he tasted must have been some 
of his own cum, but he didn't care. Then he stopped, and again wiped her 
dry. Then he lay back, his fully hard prick rising and falling over his 
lower belly. 

Quickly she squatted down over him, his cock striking upward into her face. 
With one of her hands grasping the thick, long rod of flesh, June took the 
towel from him with the other and began to wipe off his hanging testicles. 
Then she ministered to his throbbing shaft, wiping it, drawing back the 
delicate foreskin and studying it. 

"You've got a big one, Roy," she said finally. 

"A big what?" he asked, his hands now running along the nape of her neck, 
under her hair. Though his prick was still hard, it felt empty, hollow. Roy 
knew it would hardly be capable of any further real action. What did this 
broad want, anyway? mean this." She grasped his peter and made stand 
upright. "Your cock. Or whatever they call it." 

"That's what they call it," he said, smiling. For somebody as experienced in 
all the delights as this broad, she seemed very naive. She seemed to study 
it some more, still manipulating its long fleshiness. 

"How big is it?" she asked suddenly. "I never thought, you know, when I 
first saw you on the street that it would be like this." A puzzled frown 
played between her eyebrows. Roy laughed and raised himself on his elbows, 
studying her. She was pretty, he thought. Very pretty. 

He shrugged at her insistent question, and tugged at her bare shoulder. "I 
don't know," he said. 

"You do, too," she said. She pulled it straight up again, and began to lick 
along its underside. Roy leaned his head back to feel it all. "How long?" 
she insisted. 

"About eight inches," he said, amused. "Maybe a little more." 

"You've got awfully big, nice balls, too," she said. Then she seemed to 
ponder for a moment. "Are there any guys," she wanted to know, "with a 
bigger, er, cock than you've got? " 

He lay flat down on his back again with a burst of laughter. She looked at 
him, puzzled. His cock had now begun to shrink in her grasp. 

"Are there?" she persisted. 

"Sure," he admitted. This broad was too much. "I suppose lots of them. 
Longer and bigger around. I know one guy who's supposed to have one so thick 
it would choke a horse." 

Again she was quiet, still fondling him. "What's his name?" she wanted to 
know. He didn't answer for a moment. He knew well enough what Al had. He'd 
watched him in action at least a couple of times. Finally he said, "Al. His 
name is Al. Why?" 

"I just wondered," she said almost dreamily. 'That's all." 

"Oh," said Roy. It was his turn to be puzzled now. 

This girl was too cute, too nice, too good a lay to begin thinking of 
sharing her with Al, or anybody else. He felt a twinge of youthful jealousy. 
He rose to his feet, and put his hands on her shoulders, then kissed the top 
of her head. 

"You know, kiddo, what you are?" he said suddenly. "You're a cock freak." 

In an instant she got to her feet. "A-a what?" she said, and Roy could sense 
her risen anger. 

"A cock freak," he repeated, but lightly, trying to pass it off as kidding. 
"But I like you. That's why you're so good a ..." He checked himself. 

Her eyes were blazing now, and her cheeks had turned pink with fury. She 
stamped her feet, but said nothing. He reached out for her, but she dodged 
away. 

"I guess you'd better be going home," she said, ice in her tones. He had 
begun to dress: first his shirt which he buttoned methodically, looking at 
her. Then he put on his pants, leaving his softened sex dangling out till 
the last second. Then he dressed away and buckled his belt. He liked this 
broad. He watched her snatch her clothes from a chair, then piece by 
piece-panties, bra, then blouse and skirt-put them on. 

He wanted to reach out for her and press her to him. But he didn't dare. He 
finally managed a peck on her cheek. 

"When will I see you again?" he ventured, knowing she was still angry as 
hell. 

"You have the phone number," she said icily. "Now I have to study, then get 
to bed." She had opened the door for him. 

"Okay," he said; but he wanted to say he was sorry. What the hell. He pecked 
her once more on the cheek. And then he was gone. 

For a few seconds after she closed the door behind him, listening to his 
footsteps bouncing lightly down the stairway. She could picture his 
lankiness, the strong muscles of his legs carrying him. 

Already she had begun to cool off. Maybe he was right, she thought, maybe I 
am what he said. But he shouldn't have said it. She decided she'd teach him 
a lesson, and let him cool off for a bit. 

She turned to the phone, and picked it up. She'd better call Connie 
Rickards, one of her classmates at Riley College. From the beginning of the 
year, she and Connie had hit it off perfectly. She had first spotted the 
girl in their Home Ec class, admired her pertness, the sweet look about her, 
even the smart way she dressed. They had struck up a friendship almost 
immediately; and now, although Connie lived in town with her family, the two 
girls were talking seriously about sharing this apartment. June knew it 
would help cut down her expenses, and her dad would be happy about that. 
Besides, Connie would be fun, and they could share lots of things. Already 
she was beginning to look forward to it. And Connie had already alluded to 
some problems at home, though so far Connie had gone into none of the 
details. All she'd mentioned was some sort of disappointing love affair, but 
June suspected other problems. 

Now she let Connie's phone ring for a long time. When there was no answer, 
she gave it up and put the receiver back on its holder. She went to her desk 
and tried to get at her books. Suddenly she realized she was hungry, and 
went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. Roy was still on her mind, and the 
glorious sex they'd had together-but, she'd still show him. 

Then she thought of Connie again. Why hadn't she answered the phone? 

"Let me in!" Connie was knocking on the door of her brother's bedroom, 
standing there in a loose dressing gown. "I want to talk to you." 

"Say it through the door!" her brother, Jack, yelled back at her. He was 
already practically all undressed, and lay sprawled on his bed looking at 
magazines, propping them against an upraised knee. Jack was nearly three 
years older than his sister-always big brother Jack-but right now, the last 
thing he wanted was to have her in his room. 

"Why don't you let me in?" Connie demanded. 

"You know damn well, Connie! Goddam it!" Jack said, his impatience getting 
the best of him. "I've got to look for a job tomorrow, and I can't spend the 
night screwing. You, or anybody else!" 

He knew, and Connie knew that their having sex together had to stop: the 
future in it was a cul de sac. He went on, saying something he knew was not 
exactly the truth. 

"I have a couple of girlfriends I've got to take care of," he said, "so I 
can't fuck you all the time!" He flicked his balls around under his loose 
shorts. He wanted something. But not this. Not after the pleasures he and 
Connie had had, when all the lights of the house were out and it was quiet. 
Already it had been enough. And it had to stop. 

"Hush, Jack!" Connie said. "Mommy and Dad will hear us!" 

"Well, that's your problem," his voice had grown quieter, but he knew how 
both their minds were working at this moment. But Connie still pleaded with 
him to open the door, just now .. . just for a few minutes. She wanted the 
feel of his hard cock, like that first time. Even if he didn't feel all over 
her silken body surfaces, and sink that giant rod into her, at least she 
could . .. Her hands pressed against the door. 

"No. I won't even mention sex," she said. She tightened the belt of her 
dressing gown. 

Jack kept his thoughts to himself, and flicked a few more pages of the 
magazines he held. Sex would mention itself. Especially if Connie were 
completely nude under that red dressing gown of hers. He was sure she was, 
and he could envision it, right through the door. 

No, he had decided, he wouldn't be jamming his hard, steaming cock into his 
sister's hot little body again. Not ever again. 

Last night, and this morning they'd fucked. And all day he had suffered with 
his feelings of guilt: what if the folks discovered, or even suspected ... 
what if? He threw his magazine aside, and stared at his side of the latched 
door. Well ... should he? The magazines, with their nude pictures had 
already turned him on, his prick on the rise . . . And Connie felt so good, 
when she... 

"It's no use!" he tried to muffle his tones. "I've gotta get some sleep!" 

Without bothering to turn off the light, he grasped his hard cock in his 
hand, and began to beat off. His back stiffened, and he moved his legs. 

Christ! He knew, and Connie knew, that they had a sort of hang-up on each 
other. But what if he laid her right now, and every time she came knocking 
at her door? Hang-ups like that were too demanding. Right now .. . Right 
now, it had to stop! 

Let Connie go out and find a few more cocks. Jack turned his face into his 
pillow, jacking hard at his big prick, his balls jouncing under the beat of 
his hand ... Connie had tits! Boy, what nice, tender, smooth, upright little 
tits! She had beautiful legs too, and an ass that wouldn't quit. She had an 
unusually pretty face -up-tilted nose, with freckles on it. 

So why hadn't she found a man, someone else, rather than that married guy 
she'd run around with, and who had finally quit her? It would be so easy for 
her, but she kept getting in these hang-up situations. Christ! And her sweet 
cunt ... that sweet little muff that could get so goddam hot! God, how that 
warm clutching twat of hers could freak a man's prick! 

His hand rubbed fast over the full length of his swollen cock . .. Twice 
today already .. . with his sister. He remembered how it was this morning, 
how it felt . .. Then he . . . oh, Christ ... he groaned. His wads of cum 
now shot fully over his chest and belly . . . His hand slowed. He opened his 
eyes, knowing she was still standing outside, listening. 

"It's no use!" he yelled to her. "I'm going to sleep!" 

Through the closed door, Connie had heard the sounds, the final little 
cries, the gasping. Now Jack was turning off the light. She could only guess 
what had happened, but she felt strangely excited by it. The mysteries of 
her brother, and other guys, still intrigued her. 

After a few minutes, she gave it up. There were no more sounds, and she knew 
that Jack had meant what he said. She went to her bedroom and flopped on her 
bed. She always slept in her bare skin. So, once her robe was untied and 
thrown aside, she was naked. 

"Damn him!" she said to herself, knowing that he was right. Oh, well, she 
didn't care. Sighing, she spread her thighs apart as she nestled back on her 
bed, into the soft pillows. 

She stretched her arms, then let them drop to her sides. In a moment her 
hands were searching and feeling her soft-haired cunt. She loved the 
sensations as her fingers played over it, and touched her love-button. She 
sighed to herself again. "Oh, if he'd only let me in! All I wanted to do was 
feel him .. . maybe suck that big cock he has.... Oh, Jack!" 

Now she began to goose her hot, curly-haired slot. She began to feel better. 
Oh, Lordie . . . Lordie, even this was better than nothing at all! She 
worked three fingers, then four into her creamy pussy. She began to sob. 
This wasn't enough. Just the fact of being alone ... even four fingers 
didn't come close to the blissful feelings produced by a hard-jabbing cock. 
And there was Jack, just in the other room, breathing deeply in his sleep, 
as he more than once breathed softly into her ear, along her neck .. . 

Squirming under the pressures of her probing fingers, she summoned up the 
memory of how it had all started with Jack. It was that night, three summers 
ago, when she was only fifteen, and Jack eighteen. Their Aunt Kathy was 
staying with them-a prolonged visit-and, of course, Jack on this particular 
evening, had been out hot-rodding around with his pals. Mom and Dad had 
elected to go to a late drive-in movie, leaving her and Aunt Kathy home by 
themselves-and Foxie, the family basset hound. 

Somewhere about ten that night, Aunt Kathy had excused herself with a yawn 
and announced she was going up to bed. Connie had been engrossed in a TV 
show-a mystery thriller-and had hardly noticed that Foxie had eventually 
stirred himself and had followed 

Aunt Kathy up the stairs. An hour later, the movie over, Connie turned off 
the TV and, leaving a lamp burning, decided to go to bed. She was already in 
her pajamas and a robe. Then, when she was halfway along the upstairs 
hallway, heading for her room, she heard Kathy's voice-as if she were 
talking to someone in her room. Strange, Connie thought; so she crept 
quietly to the door, turned its knob slowly and silently, and opened the 
door just enough to see inside. Her heart pounded as a crack of bright light 
flooded into her eyes. 

What she saw in full view, right there on the bed, caused her to squeak with 
surprise. She cupped her hand to her mouth and continued to watch. 

Kathy was sprawled out, nude, her legs wide apart. Between them was Foxie, 
their long-bodied basset hound, nestled right between the shapely white legs 
-and Kathy was pushing his nose into her cunt, making him sniff it. Then his 
long red tongue came out, and he began to lick it thoroughly, as if he were 
washing it clean. Then he stood up, tail wagging, and whimpered as his 
licking became hungrier and hungrier. His big, black nose, amid all his 
strange noises, seemed to shove right into Aunt Kathy's writhing snatch. 

Aunt Kathy was out of her mind. The dog's cold, slobbering nose, shoved into 
her hotly hungry cunt, was driving her to a frenzy. Little shrieking moans 
escaped her lips as she ground her hips wildly from side to side, then 
thrust them up to meet the animal's charging snout. Her whole cunt oozed its 
cream, and the dog lapped it up frantically. Her ass flopped and writhed, 
and she kept babbling to Foxie as if he could understand every word: "Fuck 
me, you little bastard," her voice croaked. The dog began to act as if he 
were out of his mind, too, and his long tongue flicked under the woman's 
upraised ass, licking into the heat of her sensitive buttocks. 

"For Chrissake!" These were the first words Connie was able to squeak as she 
watched in excited fascination. 

Absorbed in the wild going-on in her aunt's bedroom, Connie had not heard 
the front door downstairs opening and closing. Her eye remained glued to the 
single crack of light. All she saw was the dog beginning to mount the body 
of the excited woman, his long, pink cock sliding out of its furry sheath. 
She saw her aunt reach down to grasp the animal's hindquarters, pulling 
toward her ... then arching her spine to make the pointed head of the dog's 
cock enter her snatch. 

At this point, Connie heard footsteps reaching the top of the stairs. She 
turned her head in time to see the long legs of her big brother, Jack, turn 
into the hallway, coming right in her direction. She saw the blue jeans he 
wore, and his red shirt... then the look of surprise on Jack's face. 
Thinking fast, she put her finger to her lips, signaling him to keep quiet, 
then beckoned him to join her at the crack in the door. With curiosity 
written on his handsome features, Jack took a position right behind and over 
her. He remained standing, his legs and knees pressing against her. Then he 
put his eye to the open crack and began to look. 

Already their dog was hunching his ass backward and forward, his long red, 
shiny cock plunging in and out of the woman's hairy slot. 

"Jee-zus!" gasped brother Jack. Then he gulped and moved his eye closer to 
the door. He was pressing against Connie even more, almost forgetting she 
was there. Automatically, his hand slid to his crotch as his penis grew 
large and hard. 

Aunt Kathy lay back on the bed, opening her thighs more and more, so that 
the cunt-crazed dog wouldn't scratch them as he frantically pumped his cock 
into the slippery twat. For the two youngsters, it was a fantastic sight. 
Kathy now kept rolling her head from side to side, both hands on her round 
fat boobs, her fingers milking the nipples. She writhed and thrust, and 
babbled strange ecstatic sounds. Her body began to sweat as both she and the 
animal kept up their fucking. 

Connie felt her brother's long, blue-jeaned legs pressing their warmth 
against her. Her bathrobe had already fallen open ... and now she let one of 
her small hands move up along the inside of the leg of her brother's jeans. 
Her fingers began to play up toward his sensitive crotch, feeling the firm 
roundness of his balls. Jack's knees gave a sudden jerk, and his hand closed 
over Connie's. He moved it higher, so that she could feel the full growth of 
his stiff, swollen cock, pressing its hardness against the confining cloth 
of his jeans. Connie pressed her fingers against its seven-inch length, 
feeling its full shape-and, wonderingly, she began to play with it. Jack ran 
his fingers over her hair. 

Suddenly, as they watched, becoming absorbed in the new, hot interest in 
each other, Aunt Kathy humped her ass up and down, and groaned. Then she 
beat her hands against the sheets of the bed. At that moment, the dog blew 
his balls into her, hunching his body frantically while whimpering. The 
dog's cock quickly spent itself, and Foxie pulled himself off and away. He 
sniffed the wetly oozing cunt, and gave one last sniff of an inner thigh. 
Then he jumped off the bed. 

"Kee-rist!" Jack murmured, almost to himself. "Our dog ... Foxie! Kee-rist!" 

He had already slipped open the top button of his jeans, letting Connie play 
with him. His cock was so hard, it seemed to be at the bursting point. 
Connie by now had closed the door of Aunt Kathy's room, ever so quietly and 
carefully, but in all the heat of the moment she had begun to run her 
fingers along her own crotch, already tickling the hairs of her young 
dripping crotch, then beginning to probe her fingers inside the wide-open 
lips of her cunt. 

Then it began to happen. With his hand, Jack gently turned her head to face 
into the hot gap between his legs. Connie opened her lips and began to blow 
softly along the length of his prick. It sent Jack's senses reeling. Then, 
without a word being uttered between them in the darkness of the hallway, 
Connie quickly found the zipper of his fly-and with one pull opened it wide. 
Jack helped her, and in seconds had pulled his long arching penis out of his 
pants. Connie felt it, her panting breath bathing it with warmth. She ran 
her hand along it, then quickly pulled it into her mouth. Jack's knees 
buckled again, and he clasped his sister to him. He felt his cock slowly 
sinking into her open mouth. He held the back of her head. 

Then they both heard the scrape of a key in the lock of the front door 
downstairs. The door opened, and now came the voices of their parents. Both 
froze, their hearts beating wildly. 

"It's them," said Jack quietly. "Come on. Let's go to my room. Quick!" 

He raised Connie to her feet, stuffed the hard jut of his prick back into 
his jeans, and led her to the door of his room. Once inside the safety of 
the dark room, Jack dropped down on his bed, pulling his sister to him. She 
responded almost immediately. Jack had never imagined that he had such a 
cock-hungry sister. He thrust his hips upward, helping Connie slip his tight 
jeans down over the curves of his ass. His cock flopped free, and in an 
instant, Connie had its full stiffness in her hand, massaging it, as if 
driven by some inner instinct. She grasped his tightened balls, then sank 
her mouth over the bulging cockhead. Within two minutes, Jack had blown his 
whole load right down his sister's throat, the heavy shots of his semen 
almost drowning her. He listened, in the middle of his exploding orgasm, to 
her frantic gurgles as she swallowed his full hot load. 

Connie clung to her brother's hot charging staff as though her life depended 
on it. She knew the surprise that must have been registering on her face, 
but she kept at it. This was her first taste of a boy's prong, her first 
taste of hot surging cum-and she was determined not to miss any of it. Her 
fingers played around Jack's surging balls-and then there was no more. Those 
warm, hot balls had expended themselves, and now she felt Jack's hand 
rubbing at the nape of her neck. 

To Connie, this was better than watching their dog fuck her aunt. And she 
thought of how big and wide, and long, a man's cock felt-and probably 
looked. This cock of Jack's didn't recede and disappear. It stayed hard, and 
long, still fully distended. Jack was now pulling her bathrobe down from her 
tender shoulders -and in the next moment had lain her on her back, and was 
on top of her. Now she felt the demanding cockhead pressing into her tender 
slot. She wound her legs about her brother's hips, and let the long rod sink 
slowly and steadily into her body. They rested a moment, the long cock 
fitting into her tender socket perfectly. Then Jack began to draw it out, 
only to plunge back inside her. It set her whole body aflame with passion. 
Quietly, they fucked for hours-and at each point of orgasm, Jack would draw 
out, and let his hit streams of cum spurt over her belly; his long cock 
waving at each white discharge. 

"I don't wanna cum in you, Sis!" Jack would keep saying, even in the throes 
of their violent fucking. "I don't wanna cum in ya. Shee-it! Ohhh, Christ!" 

His big balls would be swinging against her tender crotch, whacking against 
her. Then Jack would pull out. His long hard whang would wave over her 
belly, shooting its long hot load of cum over her. Once she felt a was of 
his hot semen hit her nipple. She reached down to touch it with her 
fingertip, but Jack began to suck it. Then, always, he would plunge his 
hard, young cock back into her until she'd have another orgasm. It seemed 
that they could keep this up for hours. 

They had kept this up night after night, until a few days after Aunt Kathy 
had ended her visit. The suggestiveness of their aunt's presence gone, Jack 
had begun to seem conscience-stricken, and their sessions ceased their 
regularity. To Connie, it seemed that no other man, no other cock, could 
satisfy her. Valiantly, she tried other boys. But her hot little snatch 
always waited for her brother. 

It was only when Jack came home, frustrated by an unyielding date, that he'd 
give her a signal, and then they'd head for his room. It was during their 
periods of sexual privation over these past three years that Jack's bedroom, 
or hers would be the center of their hot, craving action. Then, with her 
legs wrapped about him, Jack would have his hot, hard cock driving in and 
out of her, plumbing into her depths. Finally, he was gladly emptying all 
his hot surging loads right into her snatch. 

Then had come her affair with a married man, but this had ended as quickly 
as it had begun. Then she had returned to Jack, had found him waiting for 
her. 

But they both knew this, too, had to end. 

Now, tonight, Jack had finally called it quits. In the midst of trying his 
locked door, she remembered the phone ringing. She hadn't bothered to 
answer, forgetting there was no one else home. But somehow she knew that it 
was June, trying to reach her. Yes, it would be great if she moved in with 
June; just to get away from this house and this hang-up with Jack. 

And, maybe, with June, she'd learn a few more things .. . about boys . .. 
about sex. Yes, tomorrow, she would see June. Her head began to fill with 
plans about moving. Her hands began to play about her creamy cunt, and soon 
she had stuffed four of her fingers back into it. Then she thought of Aunt 
Kathy's apparent bliss from the basset hound's sniffing nose, that long, 
pink cock gliding in and out. 

Connie began to wonder if she could get Foxie to do anything like that to 
her. Maybe, if something didn't happen pretty soon, she'd sure as hell try 
to find out. Ohh-h, Jack . . . Jack! Her fingers were charging in and out of 
her streaming cunt. She massaged her little standing clit. Soon the waves of 
complete, satisfying orgasm poured over her. She fell asleep, dreaming 
blissfully of tomorrow. 

The next day, June Renson ran home from classes. She had met Connie on 
campus, and they'd had coffee, talking about their living together. Now, at 
last, it was all settled, and Connie would start moving in the next day. 
June thought of the pert and pretty Connie and what a joy to have her as a 
roommate. She knew they'd find lots of ways of having fun; and maybe with 
Connie around she could teach kids like Roy a lesson or two. 

Now on her way home, June was anxious to get into the shower and into some 
fresh clothes. The day had been hot and the classes never-ending. So as soon 
as she had entered her apartment and thrown her books on a table, she began 
to undress. She threw one article of clothing after another onto a chair, 
then, in her nakedness, poised in front of her bedroom mirror. Quickly she 
ran her hands over her body, savoring the feel of it. Then she cupped her 
palms over her full, large tits and began to rub them. Then she let go, and 
watched them bob upward. She ground her hips from side to side, then winked 
at herself in the glass. Vaguely she wondered how Connie would look, all 
undressed: pretty nice, she'd bet. Then she thought of last night, and Roy 
and that damn thing he'd said to her. Cock freak, huh? She'd show him. 

She flounced herself on the bed, enjoying the coolness that now struck her 
body-surfaces. The shower could wait a minute. She began to run her fingers 
over herself, and soon felt of her cunt hairs. She let one finger feel along 
the sensitive crack, then she plunged one finger inside. It felt so goo-ood. 
Ooh. Gradually she began to plunge her hard little digit in and out of her 
excited cooz. Then, in the midst of it all, there came a knock on her door. 

Damn! She rose and reached for a negligee. Wrapping it about her and tying 
the belt, she ran to the door. She heard sounds of muffled voices, the 
shuffling of feet. She stopped in mid-stride, her heart fluttering in 
aroused awareness. Her hand on the doorknob, she hesitated for an instant... 
then opened. 

There stood Roy, right at the threshold, looking at her. Her gaze 
immediately went to his handsome face, then to the thick-thatched blondish 
hair that crowned it. But with him were three other boys, standing in a 
gaggle of long legs, arms, and broad shoulders. Townees. She had never seen 
them before, but she knew they were townees. She could tell from the way 
they were dressed: Levi's; open, nondescript sport shirts; and one boy had 
on a tee-shirt. Roy leaned against the doorjamb, his thumbs hooked in the 
waist of his Levi's, his fingertips languidly reaching the area of his 
crotch. 

June tightened the belt of her negligee, her heart thudding in her chest. 
The next moment, Roy had pushed into the door, one of the other boys right 
beside him. They pushed into the little living room with another boy, 
apparently much younger than the rest, right behind. 

"Wh-what do you want?" June demanded. One of her luscious boobs had 
half-blossomed out of the flimsy negligee material. Roy grinned at her, 
while one of his friends licked his lips. The door now closed behind them. 

"I thought we'd come by, an' have everybody meet ya," Roy explained, "and 
check on the condition of your bod ... An' just see if it needed any 
attention." 

"Her bod looks just great to me," leered one of his friends, and snickered. 
Then the boy slowly walked across the room to sit on the couch. 

June glared in his direction, watching him. A somewhat scruffy-looking type, 
he coolly returned her look. Another boy, quite dark, and very good-looking, 
took a chair in the corner. So far he hadn't said a word. June had certainly 
got the message. Her heart skipped, and her throat felt its dryness. 

Good Lord, she thought, they want a gang-bang! If any of this became common 
knowledge, she'd never have any peace. She could even become the laughing 
stock of the campus. Yet, from her inner feelings, and once more the sight 
of Roy and that one good-looking dark-haired friend she .. . Well, sure, 
she'd go for a good roll in the hay. Why not? But with four of them? How 
could Roy do such a thing to her? 

Uncannily, it seemed, Roy read her mind. "No one's gonna know a thing about 
it, except us," he said smoothly. His clean-cut handsome face broke into a 
sunny smile. "In fact," he went on, "I have an idea maybe you'll really like 
what I have in mind." 

"What exactly do you have in mind?" June asked, bravely standing her ground. 
Then she looked around at all four. "As if I didn't know ..." her voice 
trailed off. She saw one of the boys adjusting the firming bulge in his 
crotch. 

"Yeah," Roy agreed, then approached her. It took most of June's willpower 
not to retreat. Roy grasped her by the arm, his touch still gentle. "Oh, hey 
kid, I forgot. You haven't met the boys," Roy went on. He waved a hand at 
the youngest boy, tall for his age and very blond, still standing near the 
door. "That's Mel," said Roy. The young boy grinned, in a way that was both 
sheepish and excited. 

"And that there is Ted," Roy pointed to the scruffy-looking snickerer who 
continued to leer at her from his place on the couch. "And that's Al." 

June somehow remembered Roy's mentioning the name last night; and now the 
dark good-looking boy rose from his chair, and attempted a polite little 
bow. June felt she could like Al, and her heart skipped again and tripled 
its beat. She pulled her negligee even tighter, the pit of her stomach still 
feeling a bit hollow. 

June looked at Mel, still grinning sheepishly, but now venturing further 
into the room. Then she looked at Ted, and that leer that still lingered on 
his puss and then at Al who had resumed his seat. Finally she looked at the 
sunny, grinning Roy, taking in his tall handsomeness. She caught the aroma 
of his after-shave stuff, and it filled her nostrils. Funny, but it was 
turning her on! The sound of Roy's voice, and the looks of him, were all 
turning her on. 

"Now," said June firmly, still resisting in spite of herself. "What do you 
really want?" 

"You, baby," Roy told her, rubbing himself against her softness. He put his 
arm deftly around her. "Just you." 

"We want to fuck you," said Ted bluntly, rubbing his hands along his thighs. 
"We wanna get into you an' pump you till you cry for more!" 

June didn't like Ted, but she refused to feel any panic. Her uneasiness 
slowly was giving way to desire. She surveyed the other members of the young 
quartet, and felt the excitement tingling at her breasts. 

Roy had been watching all her reactions. He had already made all the others 
agree that if June had put up any steady complaining resistance that they'd 
leave. But this wasn't happening. 

"Atta girl," he said, beginning to fondle her. His voice was still soothing. 
"You're a beautiful kid ... just made for pleasure. We'll make you glad ..." 

"Why me? " June insisted. 

"You just drew the right cards, sugar," said Roy, "and said the right things 
. . . and did the right things ..." 

"And it worked out," interrupted Ted, "that you're the cute little rabbit 
that got caught in the big old trap. And you wouldn't expect us to pass up a 
dee-li-cious little honey-nugget like you, wouldja?" 

"Shut up," Roy told him abruptly, but he was anxious to have the action 
start. He said so, making it sound like the most natural thing in the world. 
There was something about his calm handsomeness, the thick ash-blond of his 
hair, something in his whole manner that made it all sound like the most 
reasonable thing in the world. He extended his large smooth hand, and held 
it out to her until, still reluctantly, she put her own small one into it. 
His hand closed over it, warm and firm. She felt the strength in his easy 
grip. He began to lead her in the direction of the kitchen. June fell along 
behind him, with a defiant shake of her long auburn hair, wondering what 
would happen next. 

"Go bring a pillow from the bed in the other room, Mel," Roy directed the 
youngster. "I told you guys I was going to give you a good show, and here 
comes the preview." 

Mel left and quickly returned with a pillow, handing it to Roy. Roy placed 
it on the table, while the others crowded around to see. Roy turned to June, 
and reaching inside the negligee fondled one of her breasts. June shuddered, 
loving it. Automatically she reached one hand around the boy's neck, and 
pressed. She felt him begin to squeeze her tit almost until it hurt. 

"Take it off, sugar," Roy said softly, his lips brushing warmly now against 
hers. Oh, could this boy turn her on! His hand fumbled at the loosened belt. 
Then with both hands he slowly moved the flimsy garment from her shoulders, 
showing them in all their glowing smoothness, the nipples proudly erect. 

"Wow!" This was Al's voice. He stood the closest, and now June reached out 
for his hand. He grasped it lightly. 

Roy turned to young Mel again, the tall blond kid who was standing there 
with his mouth open. "Look for the cold cream in her bathroom, and bring it 
here," he directed the boy. He turned his full attention to June. His cock 
was fully hard, pressing taut the blue cloth of his Levi's. He pushed his 
crotch against her bared midriff, the negligee half-fallen away from her 
soft, delicious body. 

"Don't sweat it, June-baby," Roy told her. "What's the strain? You were 
wondering all about cocks last night. Now here's your chance. Four good 
stiff pricks right here, ready and waitin' ... All different, all sizes 'n' 
shapes ... But all cocks, an' rarin' to go. An' wait'll you get a look and 
feel of Al's ..." 

Why was Roy doing this to her? Trying to teach her a lesson of some kind? 
She threw a sideward glance at Al, his smooth handsome face staring 
downward, almost as if he were embarrassed. 

"So, sugar-doll," said Roy, "why don't you prop yourself right up here on 
the table? " 

There had come a different set to Roy's mouth, though he was still smiling. 
She began to pull her arms out of the sheer sleeves of her negligee, freeing 
them. The garment fell still further. Ted's leer continued, and his face had 
grown red with lust. 

"Atta little girl," Roy said. She barely heard him, so engrossed was she in 
her own heightened feelings. Mel had returned and now handed Roy the jar of 
cold cream. Roy's eyes looked still steadily into hers, full desire in them. 
She tried to shut the whole room out of her mind. It would be better to 
pretend there's just one of them, she told herself. Just one at a time. With 
one smooth motion, Roy swept the negligee completely off her, and it dropped 
to the floor. She now stood stark naked before all the eager eyes. She 
leaned against the table, the dark hairs of her twat beginning to gleam with 
new moisture. She looked daringly at Roy, then at Al. 

Roy made a quick motion to her. She needed no further urging, and she turned 
and dropped her face down on the soft pillow, the smoothness of her ass, and 
the pinkness of her thighs, completely exposed. Two soft wolf-whistles 
blended together behind her. 

"Didn't I tell you guys?" she heard Roy say. "Didn't I tell you that was the 
sweetest ass this side of heaven?" 

Roy ran the warmth of his hand over the richly smooth curves of her lush 
buttocks, sending little thrills of pleasure up her spine. 

"Nice," he murmured. "Really nice!" 

June heard the slight whir as Roy unscrewed the top of the jar of cold 
cream. "This is really gonna feel good, honey," he said. "Just wait." 

In spite of herself, June flinched as Roy's palm daubed the cold cream on 
her right buttock, his big hand gliding over her bare skin. He began to work 
the cold cream over the softness of her pliant flesh. Then he applied a 
fresh palm full to the other buttock, slowly, deliberately smoothing it into 
her ass. She shuddered at the feel of Roy's hands, and she swayed her ass 
from side to side with each of his massaging motions. 

Finally, Roy placed a dab of cold cream, reaching far under her, at the very 
top of her hairy cleft, gently rubbing it along its entire length. Then he 
worked his busy finger up to her asshole. He was trying to stimulate, and 
succeeding. June found herself holding her breath as she felt it, felt Roy's 
fingers as the cold cream spread from the hollow at the base of her spine, 
down past her tight-clenched anus, then up her long cunt-slit. 

"It sure isn't a bad feeling, you guys. You ought to try it," Roy cried. 
"Shee-it! I'm ready to cream myself, right in my jeans!" 

June felt the hard, bulging pressure of Roy's crotch against the sensitive 
backs of her thighs. She envisioned the sight of Roy's bare, naked cock as 
she had last seen it. Beautiful, she thought, it's a beautiful cock. She 
turned her head slightly, enjoying it all now, and she rested a cheek on her 
crossed arms. From the corner of her eye, she saw the kid, Mel, reach for 
the jar as Roy handed it to him. Immediately Mel began to spread the cold 
cream over the layer that Roy had left-greasing it hard into her soft-pliant 
ass-cheeks. He was using too much, June thought to herself, and he was 
clumsier than Roy. But as he worked his palms and fingers into her warm 
flesh, her excitement increased even more. 

"Oh, man!" the boy murmured; the sound of his voice and the rubbing of her 
flesh the only sounds in the kitchen. June was thoroughly relaxed at the 
kid's manipulation of her most private parts. Only once, Mel's finger, eager 
and inexpert, hurt her when he jabbed too suddenly into her hairy crease. 
Her thighs quivered at the strain, but she made no sound. 

"C'mon," it was Ted's gruff voice. "You guys'll have her ass slipperier than 
a greased pig's. There won't nobody be able to get a good prick-hold if you 
go on like that." 

"Except maybe Al, of course," Roy agreed with a short laugh. "He's got a 
point. Finish up, Mel." 

"Oh, Jeez!" The young kid's voice was almost a whimper. "I-I never felt 
nothin' like this!" 

Reluctantly, the youngster moved away from her. June could see the bunched 
swelling in the middle of his crotch. Then Roy tapped her on one of her 
sleek, shining buttocks. "Into the bedroom with ya, sugar. Drop your socks 
and grab a cock." 

Her fevered excitement had risen sharply. Impulsively she reached out and 
grasped young Mel's crotch, squeezing it. She felt the long contours of his 
still-hidden prick. Still holding it, she rose to her feet. Roy, draping his 
arm around her shoulders and feeling her stiffened nipples, moved her out of 
the kitchen-the group trailing after them with hardly a sound. 

Mel, recovering from his surprise at the way June had grabbed him, put his 
arm about her waist. "Jeez!" he was suddenly saying, "just looka those 
titties!" 

Once in the bedroom, June didn't even wait for any of Roy's instructions. 
She leaned her tender butt against the edge of her dresser, her back to the 
mirror. She began to shake her shoulders back and forth, her nude breasts 
wobbling and bobbing in their perfect roundness as they thrust from her 
chest. 

"Jee-zus!" Ted exclaimed, eyeing the jutting twin mounds. He kept jabbing 
his hand into the hard flesh in his crotch. "I wanna get this goddam rod out 
and get it goin', right inside her." June's dark nipples looked stiff, and 
inviting. Ted quickly moved to her, and grabbed one of her tits in his hot 
hand. He squeezed hard, too hard, and June's lips thinned in sudden pain. 
But she made no sound of complaint. At her other side, Mel played almost 
reverently with the other massive tit. Silently he fingered around the rosy 
shield of one of the erect nipples. It began to drive June out of her mind. 

"You'll wait your turn, Ted," Roy commanded. "Okay, sugar, down on the bed!" 

"Well, who goes first?" Ted was still insisting, his hand undoing buttons on 
his shirt, then at the top of his fly, "What do we do? Draw lots, or 
somethin'?" 

"We could," Roy answered, "but I have a better idea." 

He looked mischievously at Mel. June, sitting on the bed, saw Roy wink 
broadly-a wink that included Ted and the silent, good-looking Al. It was Al 
that got most of June's attention. 

"Mel's been telling us what a helluva cunt-master he is," said Roy. "Like 
he's punched his cock up half the girls in town . . . And him not yet 
sixteen years old. So .. ." 

The youthful Mel looked startled, almost scared. Al smiled, and even Ted 
grinned. Mel began to sputter. "I'm willin' to go after you guys .. . 
Afterwards . .. You know ... I kin wait. . ." 

Roy put a hand on June's bare shoulder. "Down on your back, honey," he 
directed. "All the way, flat on your back. Then shove him that luscious 
platform!" 

Directing her gaze at the young kid, she slowly lay flat on her back. 
Fifteen. The kid was only fifteen. She wondered if he'd even know what to 
do. She opened her thighs wide for him. 

"There y'are, Mel baby," Roy winked again at the others. "How's that for a 
launching pad for a guy's missile?" 

"Get your pants off, for Chrissakes!" Ted said gruffly, as Mel stared 
bug-eyed at June's dark, waiting, cold-creamed pussy. 

He gulped and fumbled with his belt-buckle. Roy and Ted tittered. Then Mel 
paused, kicking off his shoes. Then he pushed down his pants, his shorts 
following. Then, right under his tee-shirt, his hard, pink-headed prick 
danced up stiffly into the air. A little drop of ooze glistened clearly at 
its tip. The long, thin cock bobbed up and down as Mel took a few steps to 
the bed. 

June waited, looking as though she thought this was all happening to someone 
else. But she now could hardly wait until her pussy would be jammed with one 
of these waiting cocks. As Mel crawled onto the bed, clumsily trying to kiss 
her lips, she felt curiously detached. Mel's hard, eager breathing even 
evoked a flash of sympathy. She looked down to see the trembling tip of his 
young shaft as he maneuvered himself over her, his hands clutching around 
his balls. He seemed as taut as a fiddle string, and hardly seemed to know 
what to do with his hands. 

Behind the struggling boy's back, Roy winked again. He felt like taking the 
kid's bare ass and shoving him down to the true business: June's hot waiting 
pussy. 

"Just look at all that nice pussy hair, Mel," Roy drawled. "It smells so 
good I'd like to stuff a mattress with it." 

Even June giggled at this one.. But Mel made no reply. The slender, rigid 
rod between his legs throbbed and jerked its head over June's lower belly. 
It looked as hard as a little rod of steel, the balls tightened and poised, 
hanging from the base of it. Again the boy started to lower himself, his 
chest resting on June's softly jutting breasts. She felt the slender warmth 
of his body, and waited. Suddenly Roy seized one of the boy's bare buttocks 
and gave it a squeeze. With this, Mel yelped a bit, and rose to his 
haunches, his eyes suddenly closed. He grabbed for his standing prick, but 
couldn't stop the crimson flash of his cumming. From the shiny cockhead, 
long thin jets of milky cum came cascading all over June's belly and 
breasts. One thick stream of it dashed against the hairs of her cunt, 
looking like toothpaste on a black brush. 

Mel backed away from June, and raised himself off the bed, shaking. "Roy! 
You rotten bastard," the kid cried. "You know I cum fast. I-I never even got 
it in!" 

Roy shook with laughter. Dark, handsome Al now smiled broadly while Ted 
stood there, shaking his head, looking thoroughly disgusted. 

"Don't worry," Roy consoled. "You'll be ready again by the time the rest of 
us are through. Providin' you don't come a coupla times beating off while 
you watch us! C'mon. Go get a wet towel and clean up the mess you made. Get 
her all dry-'specially that sweet cooz of hers." 

June watched, catching some of the amusement around her, as the boy went 
into the bathroom and returned with a towel. Impassively, she let him wipe 
his hot sticky cum from her body. She even put her hand around his neck. 

"Oh, Jeez!" Mel assured her earnestly. "I wanted to fuck you! I never knew a 
girl could feel and look like you." 

She turned and smiled at him, and looked at the soft dangle of his cock. 
"Better luck next time," she said, and patted him. 

"Next!" Roy called. Just looking at June sprawled, damp-looking and nude on 
the bed, was almost more than he could take. With his hand in his left 
pocket, he was trying to keep his thick, swollen hard-on out of sight. 
Coolly, he looked at Ted. "You want to make it?" he asked him. 

"You bet your ass," said Ted, and he turned a half-scowl at June. "And don't 
you lay there like a piece of dead meat or you'll have my handprints all 
over your butt." 

Slowly, deliberately, he unbelted and unzipped his pants, flipping them wide 
open. He stepped out, leaving them heaped on the floor. In two seconds he 
had taken Mel's place over June, clamping her legs between his knees. 
Without bothering to take off his shorts, he bared his stout, particularly 
large-headed cock with one hand. He began to aim it at June's shining cunt. 

Roy stopped him. "Just like you to go tryin' to ram a dry hole," said Roy. 
With this, he ran his big, soft hand over June's mossy curls, searching for 
her inviting love-hole. June squirmed under his touch, and gave a lurch when 
Roy found his target and rammed his finger deep inside it. With one hand 
still in his pocket, he frigged her steadily until she began to groan 
ecstatically. 

Ted squatted back against his heels, slowly massaging his prick. He waved it 
up and down, waggled it back and forth, his balls swinging out of the fly of 
his shorts. Finally, Roy pulled his finger with a soft, sucking sound, and 
held it up to display the shiny secretion on it. 

"There," he said, putting a satisfied look on his face. "That's better! All 
aboard who's going aboard!" 

Ted crowded up against June, beginning to jab at her cunt with his big, 
shining cockhead. She winced at his inaccuracy, then tried to raise her hips 
higher to help him enter. She wanted satisfaction, but, more, she wanted it 
finished with Ted. Suddenly his wide cock-head jabbed into her slot. He 
pushed, hard. 

"Take it slower!" she cried from between clenched teeth. The quick jabbing 
hurt her. 

"Don't try to tell me what to do, girlie," Ted growled at her. He had 
finally lodged the tip far up into June's hole, trying to shove up deeper 
into the hotly clutching moistness of the vagina walls. June gasped at the 
roughness of his attack, while Ted surged his prick up into her with a 
series of hard, battering-ram plunges. Perspiration had begun to form on his 
forehead, and showed in a patch along the back of his shirt. He kept on, 
plunging madly in and out, his sturdy thighs beating against hers. 

"Goddam, she sure seems awful tight," Ted grunted as he paused for a moment. 
Then he resumed his efforts to get his cock all the way in. He threw his 
head back for a second, and waited. Then he began his furious plunging. 

June realized she was afraid of Ted, though not of the others, and she hoped 
Roy could control him afterwards. Suddenly mindful of Ted's warning about 
lack of activity, she lifted her hips upward and thrust toward him, into 
him, vigorously. Their combined motions brought Ted's cock inside her 
completely. Waves of satisfaction began to roll over her. She bucked upward 
again, finally feeling the wide, blunt cockhead reaching for the entry of 
her womb. Her inner muscles clutched around it. 

Ted ceased his motions again, his hands planted on either side of her face 
as he held himself up over her. A strange expression appeared on his usually 
cynical face. Then, as Ted, rested, drawing his blunt, white cock half out, 
June heaved her ass upward. Again his prick sank deep inside her, her 
muscles spasming and contracting around the imbedded shaft. 

"Hold it," Ted yelled suddenly. "HOLD IT! O-ee! Uh-uh-uh!" His warning 
trailed off into a series of short quick groans as he started to plunge 
frantically, furiously, as his cock started to shoot his heavy load of cum 
into her body. As he delivered, Ted's ass shook, its muscles quivering. 

Finally, after a moment's quiet, Ted raised himself from her, his face 
suddenly furious. "You dumb broad. You wanted to spoil it for me! You made 
me cum before I was ready!" 

He doubled up his fist and started to aim a punch at June's unprotected 
belly. Roy's big hand grabbed his upraised arm. 

"Why you sonofabitch," Roy growled. "Dammit, man, she did exactly what you 
told her. You shot your goddam load. What more do you want? This?" 

He waved a heavy fist under the startled Ted's nose. 

"Now get the hell off her," Roy was snarling now in controlled fury. "Go sit 
in that corner over there. And if you get up, I'll ram this right down your 
goddam throat!" 

June breathed more easily as Ted got himself away, knowing that Roy was 
still in full charge of the situation. 

"Jee-zus Christ!" Roy continued, still glaring at Ted, "some dumbheads are 
never satisfied. Sorry, June ... He won't get at you again ... ever ... Or 
he'll be one sorry bloody mess." 

Then he shot a glance at Al and Mel, and his sunny grin returned. "Now I'll 
really get June-baby grooving ... and wide open. Get her ready for you, 
Al-baby. She'll need it, and so'll you!" 

June saw Al grin, then lower his head. "Aw," she heard him say, and he 
shuffled his feet, looking down at them. He had already, in the midst of the 
hot previous action, pulled out his shirt. It hung down to his thighs. Now 
he began to fiddle with its top buttons, loosening them. He looked at June 
and smiled. 

Roy was already stripping off his Levi's, his motions quick and eager. June 
watched him carefully, remembering last night. Her heart was on the verge of 
going out to him. She watched him knock off his shoes and socks, then remove 
his shirt. She noticed his tanned abdomen and legs were covered with tiny 
traces of blond hair. Then he stood up tall and straight and stripped off 
his shorts. His long, hard cock, once freed, flung upward-stiff and 
throbbing. It seemed a perfect match for the rest of his body and his large 
balls hung tight and heavy in their sac. Admiringly, June reached up and 
began to rub her palm along the outside of his right thigh, as he now faced 
her. He still tried for cheerfulness. 

"Now you get me, sugar-buns," he told her. And once again, it seemed to be 
all just between them. He sat down on the bed beside her, seeming to be 
hiding a sudden embarrassment. June grabbed at his stiff prick, and held it 
around the head. The delicate foreskin had peeled halfway down from it. June 
reached out to pull it further back, revealing the fullness of the shining 
knob. Roy threw a good-humored glance at Al, then back at June. 

"Old Al here is the dessert course for all broads. 'Specially hot ones, like 
you. No . .. this kid's really got a prick that won't quit. Oh, he's modest, 
an' all that ... but he knows what to do with it. Don'tcha, Al." 

"Aw, come on, Roy," Al finally said. "Get goin'. You think we're gonna wait 
all day?" 

Roy lowered his head, his long, stiff cock pointing its head into his 
belly-button as he sat. His long shag-cut blond hair tickled June's stomach. 
He raised his head, casting a long look between her shapely legs. 

"Oh-hh, honey, you're so juicy," Roy murmured. "I love ya . . ." 

She still held firm at the base of his peter, pulling it. Once again, she 
was conscious of the strong masculine scent of his body, his after-shave 
whatever-it-was. Her eyes focused on the powerful muscles of his thighs, 
covered with their tiny blond hairs ... then on his even more 
powerful-looking cock, jutting from between his legs. She pulled at his 
shoulders. He lowered his head again, and kissed her nipples. Then he 
flipped his body quickly over her. 

"Ready, baby?" he murmured softly. She nodded, then reached her hand down 
between her legs, her fingers prying open the juicy, glistening folds of her 
pink cunt-lips ... soft, dripping moisture rolled downward from them, like 
the juice of a ripened fruit. 

Roy was over her now, his distended cock just beginning to lower toward the 
luscious target, its tip bobbing and grooving along the hairs of her 
wide-open slit. In a series of twisting shoves, his ass-muscles hardening, 
then softening, his cock burrowed deep inside her. Roy cradled her neck and 
head in the strength of his forearms as he drove hard and long into her. 

June heard herself moan and grunt as Roy's hard belly slapped softly against 
the softness of her own. Once again, she felt his hairs mingling with hers 
as his long, hard prick pushed in and out of her cunt in its ravishing 
movements. She felt his mast charging into her, filling her with its great, 
swelling, delicious hardness. The quick-sliding phallus shoved in deeper and 
deeper, as Roy's lean hips slammed it into her up-thrusting cunt. A slow, 
surging tide of feeling swept over her, and she began to match with flowing 
ease the jabbing, fucking movements of Roy's cock inside her. All her inner 
muscles played about the surfaces of the heavy staff, and a familiar, deep 
tickle began to curl around her toes. 

Oh, could this guy fuck! Oh, could he! 

Roy was riding high upon her, his thighs barely touching hers, his belly 
only grazing along her softness. For a brief moment, he stopped, his thighs 
gathering hers between them, Then he began to plunge again, his hard-working 
hips straining hotly, banging against hers. Her hands and arms covering his 
pressing shoulders, June opened her eyes and caught quick glimpses of what 
was going on around them. In this corner, Ted was looking at them with a 
slack-jawed expression on his face. Slowly, he was beating his meat. Slowly, 
up and down, his hand kept time with every motion on the bed. The boy, Mel, 
was standing to one side, now totally nude, looking as though he wanted to 
come in closer. He was jacking furiously at his long, slender prick. June 
turned her head and face to Roy again, and felt his hot kisses absorbing her 
lips. Then she looked aside, and now there was Al, looking, rubbing his 
hands along his thighs, then ripping open all the buttons of his shirt. 

Roy slowed his movements over her form, his shoulder blades pressing into 
her. He was panting, and June could feel the throbbing of his hot cock deep 
inside her. She clutched it with all she had, working the muscles of the 
neck of her womb until Roy shuddered, his lips whimpering along the sides of 
her neck. She now clasped her hands around his ass, softly rubbing her palms 
over it; up and down, round and round. He whimpered again, then sank fully 
upon her hot, perspiring body. He pulled halfway out, then sank in again. 
Suddenly, with a quick gasp of breath through his nose, Roy buried his face 
into her shoulder. She felt the mighty spasming of his cock as he roared 
into full orgasm. He jerked and twisted his body. And she felt each hot 
spasm as he shot his load into her steaming vagina. He plunged and shot, 
plunged and shot, while June felt the roaring sensation of each streaming 
load of hot semen. She tried to reach her own orgasm as Roy's cock emptied 
all its juices into her ... but she had lost the edge. As Roy finished the 
last pumping of his prick, June again looked at the quiet figures encircling 
them. 

Mel stood up, facing close toward them, his hand charging around his young 
cock, until it began to discharge its healthy shots of sperm into mid-air. 
The lad's legs sagged slightly. Then he seemed to recover as he scanned the 
entwined, clasping bodies on the bed. Then, with his head thrown back, he 
began again. Ted simply stood up, his fist charging over his distended 
prick. He turned to the wall and shot his load ... its long hot wads 
streaming against it. 

Al had quietly taken off his shirt, and draped it over a chair. Then June 
saw him loosen the top button of his pants. She could see his fingers 
tugging down the zipper of his Levi's; then she watched briefly as he began 
to remove the offending garment, one leg at a time. She caught a glimpse of 
some tremendous bulge jutting under his shorts, but then she turned her 
attention back to Roy. 

"You didn't cum?" he asked her softly, his lips at her ear. Mutely, June 
shook her head. 

"Sorry, sugar. Sorry," and Roy really seemed to mean it. "But don't sweat 
it. There's more on the way." 

Her snatch was already itching for more, even as Roy rose from her belly, 
his long, dripping-wet cock pulling from her cunt. She felt Roy's cock 
leaving her unfulfilled. She turned her head away, almost petulantly. Roy 
was a brute ... Got his rocks, then left her ... Some lover he was! 

"Don't sweat it, sugar," again Roy seemed to be reading her thoughts. 
"You'll come with Al, if you've ever come in your life. He's got it to give, 
baby. Believe me, he has!" 

Al had now moved to the side of the bed. "Okay, Al," Roy sounded quiet, 
regretful. "Guess it's up to you." 

Al pulled off his tee-shirt. All at once, June saw revealed his perfect 
torso, dark and tanned, like his face. She saw the muscles of his chest and 
the tiny matching circles of his small male tits ... mysterious little 
circles; she wondered what it would be like to feel them, perhaps kiss them. 
Her eyes followed the lines of the torso to the narrow waist; and then Al 
stripped away his clinging undershorts and let them fall to his ankles. June 
gaped, then gasped, at what faced her. 

There, hanging heavily between Al's slightly parted thighs, was the hugest 
piece of long, male prick she could have imagined-even in nightmares! 

Before her widened eyes, the thing was still growing, swelling in length and 
thickness, dropping rapidly toward the boy's knees. Its width all but 
covered the large, smooth ovals which clung beneath its heavy base. Even as 
she watched, Al's cock kept on expanding, until its tip touched past the 
half-way mark of his smooth, olive-skinned thighs. She was trying to gauge 
the sheer length of it-knowing that it was at least equaling Roy's fully 
hard cock that had just been pulled from her body. 

Still gazing at Al's tremendous dong, she saw little, almost invisible blue 
veins begin to swell enormously, forming a network on the cock's surfaces. 

Al took a step or two forward, the huge prick swinging and bumping between 
his legs. Al's close, almost pressing presence, there beside the bed, 
quickly drew June's attention upward toward the rest of his perfect body. It 
was not overly muscled, and Al was not really tall. But he was as 
beautifully proportioned as a Greek statue. The wide, smooth shoulders, the 
sharp delineation of the muscles of his belly and well-shaped arms appealed 
to her every sense. 

Dropping her eyes from the boy's smooth, hairless chest to the dot of his 
navel, June grasped her hand warmly along the outside of his pressing thigh. 
Softly, she rubbed up and down on it, her fingertips beginning to play 
behind, into the crease below his left buttock. Then she reached around in 
front to cup his balls in her palm, feeling the warmth of the sensitive sac. 
Al placed one hand about the nape of her neck, and pressed. 

Then, suddenly, his heavy-hanging sausage of a cock began to arch straight 
up, thrusting itself, fast into the air. Hardening now, as if all at once, 
swelling still more, it was arching over her body like the swaying arm of a 
derrick. 

"Fourteen inches, and big around as your wrist, girlie," crowed Roy from 
behind them. "Huh, Al?" 

Al nodded silently, still warmly grasping and chafing the skin of the girl's 
neck. June liked his touch, and felt the thrill of it. She wanted to be 
fucked by this boy, this tremendous specimen of good, hard cock. She leaned 
back her head, getting ready, groping her hand to feel for the giant 
throbbing instrument arching about a foot above her. Then she grasped it, 
firmly, pressing all along its full, swollen length, then massaging 
it-slowly moving its soft, smooth skin, sliding over the hardness of the 
shaft. Then she moved her hand to Al's rear, grasping it around a bare 
buttock. 

"That's why I gave you all that cold cream, baby; and saved Al till last!" 
chimed Roy. "Do you think you can take all that?" 

June rapidly opened her eyes, looking at the huge, erected engine of sex. 
"I-I don't know," she said, "it'll prob'ly split me wide open!" 

But Al was soon on the bed beside her, pressing his belly against her. He 
raised his head over hers and kissed her on the lips, his hands busily 
fondling her tits. His enormous staff pressed hotly up the whole length of 
her belly, and the round, huge cockhead nearly reached the deep warm valley 
between her breasts. Kissing her again, covering her lips with his, Al began 
to move his hips, pressing and sliding his cock gently against her satiny 
skin. The moisture at the tip made a soft, slippery ticking sound. 

Everyone in the room waited expectantly. 

Al now pulled himself over and above June's body, keeping himself raised on 
his arms. Then June struggled to center herself beneath his body. 

The long, stiff, arching cock shot up like an arm between them, waving and 
bobbing itself up and down. His hand reached for her excited wide-open 
snatch, all red and oozing. He delved into its sweetly aromatic wetness, 
then quickly jabbed his long middle finger deep inside. His cock stiffened 
and bobbed against his belly, high above her. Then he lowered himself upon 
her and drew his hand away. 

She felt only the initial entry. She winced in momentary pain as the head 
and crown of the enormous cock pushed inside, spreading her cunt-lips wide 
apart. Her thighs jerked aimlessly, but Al was careful and steady. He knew 
how to pin a girl with all he had, he knew how to be tender. For now, he 
drove only the first six inches of his thick prong into her. Keeping himself 
still raised fairly high above her, he fucked her slowly, in and out, with 
just that much; with most of the giant piston still bare and stabbing down 
from his slowly moving loins. But it was poised and ready to plunge into the 
hot, now-streaming pussy. Al's thick round balls, fully exposed, hung down 
in their large, smooth-skinned sac, and had picked up the rhythm of his 
slowly moving hips and ass. 

Without missing a single stroke, Al drove still another inch or two of his 
cock inside, getting the girl accustomed to what she had in store. For a 
full two minutes of action, he screwed her with just a bit more than half 
his length, while his senses roused him to new heights of passion. He still 
held back the urge to sink it in-all of it, at once. 

His giant shaft had now widened her cunt almost to its limits, and the lips 
of it opened and folded, undulating around the girth of the moving staff. In 
his next inward push, Al shoved her another inch-then gradually withdrew, as 
if he were measuring; he plunged in yet another inch, keeping his strokes 
long and slow. His ass raised way up, then pushed down; his cock took on a 
wetly glistening look as it slid in and out of the soft moistures of her 
hairy twat. 

Every curve and muscle of his naked body seemed to move, all geared to the 
single objective of pleasure. He still held himself raised on his arms, but 
his thighs now pressed against June's more and more firmly. His balls swayed 
gently, hanging from the thick, driving base of his cock. On his next 
downward stroke, Al drove in again, still deeper ... then pulled it out ... 
then in ... in-nn! In-nn! 

OH, BABY! he thought. 

"Ooh-hh!" June moaned ecstatically. "Ooh-hh! You're filling me up with it. 
You're filling me-ee ... Ooh ... more. MORE. MORE!" 

With her cries in his ears, Al now dared to push nearly all of his engine 
inside. Only the bare, hairy base of his cock was still visible, his balls 
still dangling free, moving rhythmically. He joggled his whole thick cock 
from side to side, attempting to widen her channel walls. Then he pulled 
almost all of his enormous dick out of her. Then plunged it back in. In-nn! 

June moaned again in her ecstasy. For a final time, Al accomplished an 
almost full withdrawal, revealing his tremendous prong, wet and shining in 
the light, fully bared to just behind its hidden head. Then he shoved and 
tunneled down, fast driving it in, all the way! 

His heavy, smooth balls now slapped firmly against 

June's inner thighs, then were buried in the moist, curling hairs of her 
wide-open slit. 

Fully imbedded inside her beautiful lush body, Al rested and panted. Their 
bodies pressed together, their perspiration mingled, June, in an ocean of 
sensual pleasure, could not believe that that enormous prick she had seen 
distended from this boy's body, could be completely inside her. Where could 
it have gone? Where could it? It filled her from the lips of her cunt, to 
somewhere deep inside her womb. She worked and spasmed her inner muscles 
around it, the encasing rings of her vagina squeezing and working like tiny 
fingers all along it. 

Al raised his head in pleasure, then lowered his cheek beside hers. Hardly 
moving, the two lay planted together like this for more delicious seconds. 
There was the quiet stir of excitement in the room around them, an air of 
expectancy. 

"More!" cried June again. "Please give me MORE!" 

"There's no more to give, honey." Al was still panting. "Guess you've got at 
all!" Then, letting his whole huge prick soak deep inside her, Al began to 
revolve his rounded buttocks, the muscles of them firming and softening. 
Then he began to raise and lower his hips, faster and faster, while June's 
began to .meet them, grinding. 

It was driving June out of her mind, as she felt her cuntal walls and the 
neck of her womb, expand and swell with the unaccustomed fullness. Al's deep 
plunging motions increased, as he plied his huge tool in and out of her hot, 
juicy cunt. His strokes had become enormous and finally the girl sensed that 
the tip of his cock was nudging against the walls of her stomach. 

Ten hard inches of thick male meat rode hard into her. Al's last, final 
thrusts had brought all fourteen inches into her-inside, right up to the 
hilt! At times, June felt she would burst wide open, but then would come the 
tender feelings and the turn-on of Al's smooth balls as they slapped against 
her inner thighs. 

Again, for a second, Al stopped his furious fucking motions-the swollen 
glans of his cock the only part now inside. Then, swiftly, he glided the 
long, hard shaft deep inside her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

June's legs trembled, and her mouth was pursed into a little round O. Her 
breathing came in a series of sighs as Al's hard stanchion advanced slowly 
inside her ... then dodged out . . . then slid in, plunging deeply. The 
hard, large knobbed tool pushed her cuntal walls, her very guts, further and 
further apart as the boy drove in and out. 

Al's body now hardly touched her. His legs seemed to ride inches above her. 
Only their toes curled and mingled. The cock between Al's legs seemed to 
serve as the only connection between their bodies: like a giant, gleaming 
linking bridge of hard, moving flesh. He moved up and down in a series of 
short lunges, then he gave a long, penetrating one. June shrieked with 
pleasure, her passion uncontrollable. 

For moments he now would keep up his wild plunging motions. Then he would 
stop them; burrowed deep inside, his huge cock resting, its head throbbing 
and reaching for all her vital organs, soaking in all her juices. Then he 
would rise, sometimes half-crouched over her, pulling most of his prick out 
of her, then wildly push in again. Sometimes her eyes would look passively, 
almost glassily, at the ceiling. But a smile, a kiss from Al would raise her 
to her full senses. 

As Al felt the deep crimson of approaching orgasm now, he stopped all his 
motions. He lowered his dark-haired head, until his lips were fully pressed 
against her left breast. He tongued the nipple of it, his half-removed cock 
holding fast. It made her squeal breathlessly. Then he put his lips around 
the nipple, and began to suck. He played his tongue around its stiffened, 
rosy center. He kept this up, rousing her even more. June compressed her 
lips, but could not hold back the excited little cries that welled up in the 
back of her throat. 

Then, still holding her nipple in the firmed circle of his lips, he swung 
his hips freely back and forth, letting his cock make its full ride. Then he 
sank fully down upon her body, his lips now on hers. Then once more he began 
to move his hips slowly, riding his slick, hard, giant flesh in and out of 
her thrusting body. 

Up and down they went, grinding their hips, their torsos, together in 
complete union. Then June felt a sudden starburst of exquisite tingles, 
beginning to explode from deep inside her. 

"OOHHH!" she cried out, her sense reeling with full, streaming orgasm, her 
hips plunging, writhing the huge cock riding itself hard in and out of her. 
"OOHHH IOOOHHH!" 

Then her voice rasped into a prolonged whisper, "AHH-HHH!" 

Al was again close, his long, full yardarm building a huge, tingling 
throughout its hugeness. 

But he still wanted to hold it back-just a little while-a little longer. As 
he paused, his huge knob again buried to the hilt inside the wet well of her 
cunt, he felt his cockhead throbbing vigorously. He held back, held back ... 
a look almost of pain on his young face. 

As he waited, they both looked around them at their three relatively quiet 
companions. The other boys, excited and drooling, had been unable to contain 
themselves. 

The fifteen-year-old Mel was leaning forward in a chair, completely nude. 
The ugly Ted was trying to force his distended penis into the kid's mouth, 
jacking himself strongly. But Mel would have none of it. He kept his lips 
tightly closed and averted his face at each of Ted's suggestive thrusts. 
Then he would look back at the action of the two lovemakers on the bed, his 
knob hard and throbbing up and down between his wide-apart legs. Failing in 
his attempt, Ted, his hand charging madly over his dick, moved toward the 
wall. Still inches away from it, he let the full load of his cum spurt 
against it ... his thighs jerking wildly back and forth. 

Roy was standing close to her, his cock hard and demanding. Suddenly, June 
felt its warm round tip pressing against her lips. She opened them, and drew 
his standing cock inside her mouth till his balls rested on her chin. He 
shoved in deeply, then drew out, then shoved in again, planting his rod 
inside the clutching moistness of her mouth and throat. 

Dear God, thought the pinioned girl, as the enormity of her lust struck in 
upon her. Al's giant tool was again plunging slowly, steadily into her . . . 
again nearly driving her out of her mind. Once more she felt a glowing in 
her depths, like a coal igniting itself. For a moment, Roy withdrew from her 
mouth, administering a hard and steady hand-massage to his wet ... flaming 
rod. 

June bit her lips, feeling Al's deep-plunging cock. "Ahhh-hh!" she moaned. 
"I'm cumming. Cummm ..." 

Al moved his mouth to her other nipple, the sensation forcing her over the 
edge. Her hips jerked and heaved, and she uttered a muffled scream! The 
quick fiery cum convulsed her, covering Al's plunging, probing cock, giving 
it a shinier hue of added wetness. She had waited briefly for Al to withdraw 
that huge, driving engine out of her ... then feeling it still fully hard 
and strong inside her, she realized the boy had not shot his load. She 
marveled at it and the renewed slow and steady movements which once more 
were setting up teasing tremors in her body. She marveled at the return of 
her own desires-if they had ever left her. The boy still plunged in and out, 
his strokes speeding up, his lips circled around her nipple. Their joined 
passions again reached their zenith. 

At this moment, Roy moved to her lips again, wanting in. She opened her 
mouth wide to his cock, and he plunged it back inside. 

Al now raised her slim, young thighs with his hands ... Higher. He wanted 
her higher. His hands tugged her thighs up into the new position, while he 
threw his own legs straight behind, his cock still jammed to the hilt inside 
her cunt. He started another slow up and down movement, stuffing his giant 
piston into her ... his ass raising and lowering fast. Five or six, perhaps 
ten more of his strokes were enough ... 

Then it all happened. All of it, at once. As June's third orgasm burst upon 
her, sending her hips into rapid gyrations, she felt the thick male rod 
imbedded in her streaming cunt give a slight twist and then, like a giant 
jugular, throb heavily. Al was quickly sent into the middle of a quaking, 
thrilling orgasm as his cock exploded, shooting its streaming hot 
sperm-juice into the walls of her waiting cunt. June felt every shot of his 
creamy, flinging wads. The short bursts came like lightning bolts. Al panted 
and gasped, and again put his cheek against hers. 

Then, suddenly, Roy released the contents of his balls in her mouth. It all 
spewed out of him in long-giant bursts as June, now opening her eyes, tasted 
the quick spurts of his salty juices. 

Al still atop her, his cock still inside the hot, juicy cunt, shuddered. 
Roy, completely finished, reclined toward her on the pillow. All three lay 
completely still for minutes, their gasping breaths playing hotly over them. 
Then, quietly, firmly, Al began again. His cock still wide and long had 
remained hard, and had seemed to have swollen even more. Amazed, June 
submitted to his strong assault. As he fucked mightily into the juncture 
between her flattened legs, she could feel his smooth, heavy balls slapping 
against the tender lower slopes of her ass. Roy edged away from them, 
watching Al's huge piston as it dove in and out of June's clutching 
love-hole, its dark hairs looking drowned and soaked with cum. 

"I won't take so long this time, baby," Al managed to say between his teeth, 
his breath coming rapidly now. He kept it up . . . building . . . building . 
. . building! 

Then he buried his nose against her throat, seizing her ass with both hands. 
She almost cried out again as he pulled her tightly up to him with each 
pounding downstroke of his giant, ramming cock. Almost unbelieving, she felt 
the first tingle of full renewal, as all her sexual forces gathered within 
her. Al was pounding his big, hot, sliding engine in and out of her, his ass 
plunging furiously, their bodies slapping together as their thrusts met each 
other. 

"OOOHHHH! UHH-UHH! OOHHHH!" June was crying, all over again, feeling the 
mounting crimson heat in her whole lower body. "I-I. I'm CUMMM-MING-NGNG!" 

Al cradled her head in his arms and kept up his long cock-strokes-the hard, 
long thrusts of fucking. He was embedded so deep within her that even he 
wondered where all the full body of his fourteen inches had gone. All he 
knew was that it felt like something he had never felt before. Oh, was this 
cunt a lay! Then he felt her deep-inside spasms, heard her little moans of 
ecstatic delight. Her hips writhed, then bucked against him in short, sharp 
thrusts as she felt the full fiery impact of her flowing orgasm. He drew out 
his huge joining shaft halfway, then plunged it back in, while his cock 
began to shoot its boiling jism. 

Al shouted. "OHH-EE-YAY! OWW. Oh!" he yelled out loud as his cock again 
spurted his seed into her seething channel. Each shooting wad of white cream 
seemed to fly deeper inside, bathing her cuntwalls, flooding her nearly 
bursting vagina. 

For a moment Al remained, feeling his prick begin to soften and shrivel. 
Finally he pulled it out, with a loud, wet sucking noise, and he fell away 
from June's body. He lay over on his back, seeing June with her hands 
pressed over her face. His clean, smooth chest heaved as he struggled to 
resume his normal breathing and June lowered her legs. She looked at Al as 
he began to climb off the bed and get to his feet beside her. She looked at 
his still moistened cock, which was shrinking fast to normal size. 

Why, June thought as she looked, it's no bigger right now than Roy's, of any 
other I've seen in a completely softened state. Al looked at her, smiling, 
and reached for her hand, which he held for a moment. 

"Now, that's what I call a FUCK!" a voice said, almost in her ear. 

Startled, she turned her head. Unseen, her friend Roy had pulled up a chair, 
and was now sitting with his elbows on the bed. Before she could say a word, 
the tall blond Roy stood up, his hands massaging the smoothness of her 
belly. Next, he separated her thighs, which she had snapped together at the 
sight of him so close to her. He bent down as if examining her wide-open, 
drooling, sore-looking slit. She muffled a cry deep down in her throat. 

Roy raised his head and gazed into her face. "What's all your fussin' 
about," he asked, "it's not hurting you, is it?" 

She shook her head. "No," she said, "but-but I don't 'specially like that 
bird's eye view you just got for yourself!" 

"To hell with that, sugar-buns. You just did what comes natcher-ly ... and a 
good job, too!" he drawled; suddenly she hated him for his cool, callous 
attitude. 

He patted her thigh. "You're really somethin'," he said, trailing a finger 
along her hairy, wet cunt. "No kiddin'! With a piece like that between your' 
legs, you're cheatin' the world by not puttin' out even more!" 

In spite of her frustrated embarrassment, more than faint traces of desire 
showed on her face. She was still so ... hot! Hot! She squiggled her legs, 
and turned her face sideways, feeling the flushed heat on her cheeks. 

More. More! She knew she wanted MORE! It seemed that all eyes were still 
focused on her streaming wet twat. She reached down to cover it with a hand 
.. . but Roy immediately brushed it away. 

But now young Mel was standing beside Roy, tugging at his arm. "Look!" the 
kid said excitedly, "it's my turn now! You didn't give me a fuckin' chance 
before!" His hard, pink prick, slender and standing straight out, throbbed 
in the grasp of his own hand around his nuts. "I wanna get it in and give it 
to her for real!" 

"For real!" Roy's lips merely mouthed the words. He started to say something 
more, then apparently changed his mind. "All right," he said finally, "if 
June don't mind. But you'd better wait till she shrinks a little. After Al's 
little prick got through reaming her. You get in there now, and you'll think 
someone's waxed the ballroom floor." 

June closed her thighs together, and tossed her head on the pillow. She 
didn't say it, though she wanted to: MORE, kid! 

"Who cares?" Mel suddenly sounded stubborn, and he climbed onto the bed. 
June barely suppressed a groan. Her reamed, wide-apart pussy felt tender 
beyond belief, yet it was on command of her whole being. 

Almost helplessly, from her lowered eyelids she watched slight, blond Mel 
scramble between her parted legs. She was welcoming it ... welcoming-ng! 

Ohh-hh! She waited breathlessly. 

Mel stuck the tip of his hard cock into her raw, red twat. It still twitched 
and oozed, just from the feeling of the aftermath of that glorious session 
with Al. Nobody could do it like Al. Nobody! Except Roy . .. Roy? 

Now Mel turned, looking suspiciously over his shoulder. "Don't any of you 
wise guys go spoilin' it for me again," he said. He was determined to square 
it all with himself and with anybody around. 

"Stop yapping, and shove it!" Roy said impatiently. Still eager and hot, 
June shifted position, trying to help Mel in his amateurish probing for the 
tender target. Then she reached down to take hold of Mel's slender but 
steel-hard prick, putting it into herself for' him. 

He was over her, his fine blond hair getting into her mouth. She sputtered, 
but then began feeling the kid trying to kiss her on the lips. He had 
already begun his plunging and June was amazed at how strong that young, 
hard rod could feel. Faster and faster, their bellies touched as Mel started 
to slam home his pole, grinding into her. June soon began to feel the heat 
of his skin, the touch of him. She reached down to grab hold of his balls 
and, entirely beyond her control, her cunt-walls contracted sharply, 
grasping around the newest hard, plunging prick inside her pussy. She 
spasmed her inner muscles again. 

"What the hell was that?" Mel sounded startled. 

"What the hell was what?" Roy asked him, his own excitement growing again. 

"Goddam!" cried the teener. "Her cunt's grabbing around my prick, eating 
it!" 

Roy laughed. "Ream it out, kid. Teach it a lesson' Pour on the juice, Mel!" 
With this, the boy wriggled and shoved his hips, growing more expert with 
each of his motions. June was resettling herself, putting her arms around 
the boy's shoulders, taking him inside her more and more comfortably. His 
spirited young cock began to arouse her sensually, even though she was still 
dreaming of Al-and of that fucker, Roy. 

Mel's yellow hair was pillowed on her breasts, his eyes were glazed with 
delight as his thighs pinned June's between them. He rose and fell on her 
belly with increasing dexterity as his rigid knob prodded in and out of her 
snatch. Mel's hands crept down her sides, then slid underneath her warm 
buttocks, obviously a move copied from Al; he began to raise her legs. 

June was amazed to feel again a deep stirring within her. This kid couldn't 
be doing-it-to her-again! But in another instant, she knew that it was 
happening. Mel's rapid-fire prick action inside her cunt and vagina was 
breathing new fire into her lower centers. 

"OOOHHH!" she whispered as a flood of sensation curled her toes. "OOOHHH! 
Her voice rose. "OOOHHH! It's-ooohhh-starting again!" 

Their legs were now thrashing against each other and June began to buck her 
ass up and down, her hips grinding against the boy's fast-plunging groin. 

"Is she putting it on?" it was Ted's voice asking. 

"Shut up!" Roy told him with a glare. "Watch if you want to ... but shut 
up." 

June's eyes were closed, but she could hear every word, sense the three 
pairs of glistening eyes watching every part of the sexual action. But she 
didn't care. She simply didn't care. Her legs shot higher and her fleshy 
thighs ground about Mel's slim middle as he lunged into her with furious 
energy. His fast, hot breathing titillated one plump risen breast, his open 
mouth upon it. 

A spasm shook her, the mindless single upthrust she gave as her climax hit 
her with its full flow nearly lifted Mel from his knees. 

"Aiee-eeeee!" she shrieked and flung her arms about him, clasped his 
still-plunging body to her. "Uhh-Oh -inn-nn! Ohhhh! Ohh-hhh. OOOHHH!" 

She was still immersed in her own sensations, but now she could feel Mel 
cumming into her. She felt his ass shudder and shake as his flinging, hot 
jets of white sperm flooded her. She could feel every ounce of it, every 
streaming wad. As his orgasm ran its full course, she took her arms from 
around him-returning to the world of reality slowly. Slack-kneed, she lay 
quietly, letting Mel pull out of her. 

In a moment, he was off the bed, dancing around the room, his soft cock 
flapping up and down against his belly. "I made her cum! I made her cum!" he 
crowed. 

Roy laughed openly; Al was smiling. Only the scruffy-looking Ted still had a 
sour expression on his face. "So? You made her cum," he said disagreeably. 
"Big deal. She's-she's only another cunt!" 

"Shut your damn mouth." Al spoke unexpectedly to Ted. It was the first word 
June had heard him say that hadn't been addressed directly at her. 

"Yeah," Roy said, agreeing with Al, "shut up, Ted. She was a good little 
soldier. Eh, kid?" he patted her on the shoulder. "Don't knock the product, 
Teddy-boy." 

Now he looked down at June, still sprawled like a rag doll on the bed. "How 
about it, sugar? You okay? Can you make it?" 

"Yes, dammit. Of course I can." Her words came faintly as she still felt the 
full impact of the afternoon's fucking. She sat up, and the room whirled 
dizzily around her. Finally everything settled down, and she swung her legs 
over the side of the bed. She found herself trembling, but she was able to 
make it to her feet. The boys were already getting dressed, getting in each 
other's way. Roy handed her back her negligee, and helped her on with it. 
Then they were all ready to file out of the little bedroom, the scene of all 
their hot action. Only Al seemed to show some signs of regret at leaving. He 
reached for her hand again, and held it, pressing. But June felt in no mood 
to press back. 

At the apartment door, Roy stopped, then confronted her nose to nose, a wide 
grin on his face. For the moment, June didn't know how she felt toward Roy: 
he'd been a bastard, foisting all this upon her. She tapped her slippered 
foot. 

"Well, we've got to run, sugar," he said. He tried to draw her to him, and 
kiss her. But she avoided it. The boys started to move out the door, one by 
one, and again Roy just pecked her on the cheek. "By the way," he added, 
"you're a damn good fuck." 

That did it. She was furious, and again the pink showed in her cheeks. Roy 
saw it-and the blazing in her eyes. Christ, he thought, isn't she ever 
satisfied? Dumb broad. 

"I'll call you tomorrow," Roy offered, but she was still angry. 

"Don't bother!" she told him, and she was making up her mind that she never 
wanted to see him again. Never, ever again. She slammed the door behind 
their retreating figures. Roy scuffed his way down the stairs, muttering to 
himself. He'd call her, nonetheless. He sure would. 

After she had shut the door, June sighed, glad they were gone. She went to 
the bathroom to douche thoroughly, then take a bath. Her tired, exhausted 
body ached all over. She felt better-but somehow she felt changed, 
different. Perhaps more womanly satisfying four charging stallions in a 
single day. It was still a shock. 

Finally she went to bed, and slept a deep, dreamless sleep. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The telephone ringing in the bedroom hallway awakened June. She looked at 
the bedside clock, wondering. Still groggy with sleep, she turned to wait 
for the next ring. She looked again at the clock: one minute after ten. She 
had already missed her first class, the nine o'clock History. Well, that 
could wait. Her next was the Home Ec, and Connie would be there, probably 
looking for her. The phone rang again. Maybe this was Connie. She stretched. 
Ooh! 

But it wasn't. 

"G'mornin', sunshine," it was that bastard Roy's voice, being especially 
cheerful. "Don't tell me I woke you up ..." 

"Who ... who," June was sputtering; but she was awake and still feeling her 
aches. 

"C'mon, sugar," Roy's words grew maddeningly expansive. "You know who. I 
just called to see if you were okay after the little session ..." 

"Who ... what?" June pulled on the waist of her green pajamas, suddenly 
awake, growing madder by the minute. "Where are you?" 

She heard Roy shuffling, then pause as if dragging on a cigarette. Suddenly 
she wanted one. She reached for an open pack on the table. 

"I'm at work," he said finally, "at my old man's garage, if you want to 
know. Been here since eight this mornin'. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed; all 
that shit. So I'm just takin' a break, here in his office, and takin' a 
little time just t' see how you were ..." 

"You needn't have bothered." June took a puff on her cigarette. Roy's voice 
sounded good to her, but she was still mad. Besides, her father was a 
banker. "Garage?" she said, and meant it as a put-down. 

"Sure, honey. G'rage," he said. "Course, it's on the other side of the 
tracks. But he ain't doin' too badly. We're not. . ." 

"I'm not interested," she huffed, flicking the ash of her cigarette in 
mid-air. "So. What do you want? " 

Roy, in spite of himself, was becoming uncomfortable. This broad was too 
much: one minute hotter'n a pistol, the next minute colder'n an iceberg. But 
he knew he'd no doubt pulled a shitty on her. And that was really why he was 
calling her: trying to make amends. He kicked the side of his father's desk 
with a booted toe, groping for his next words. They were not exactly the 
right ones. 

"Al," he said. "Al was asking for you this morning." 

"I couldn't care less," she answered. If this was all Roy had to offer, it 
just showed what a moron he was. She had no patience with morons. 

"Aw, c'mon now, honey." Roy was on the defensive. "I thought you liked Al . 
. . and me. You know. Come off it..." 

June waited a full half-minute, dragging on her cigarette, before she 
answered. 

"Fuck thee," she said, quoting from a current book she'd been reading. "You 
sonofabitch." 

Then she hung up. Roy could almost hear the clatter of her phone on the 
hook. He sat there, still tapping his toe against the plain wooden leg of 
the desk. Then he kicked it. Damn broad, he thought. Typical college kid. 
Nice and hot, and juicy as hell. But with her nose stuck up in the air, and 
her head in the fuckin' clouds. To hell with her. But, deep inside, he was 
sorry. Plenty other fish in the sea, he told himself. But this broad . . . 
He'd see to it he wasn't going to get sick over it. But, jeez, she had 
class! And what a lulu in bed! He went back to his work, deciding he'd 
better forget all about this one ... this little number, with her straight 
little nose, those big luscious boobs and that hot wide-open cunt. He 
couldn't help wondering if she had any friends ... 

After hanging up the phone, June paced the floor for a few minutes . . . 
thinking. She'd still show that kid a thing or two. Roy. Who the hell did he 
think he was, pulling that crap on her yesterday? Under her P-jay's she 
fingered around her pussy, wondering how she'd done it all especially with 
that good-looking kid, Al. It was still unbelievable what she'd been able to 
do with all he'd had to shove to her. 

She got herself together finally. She'd dress smartly, with chic, as though 
nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. She put on that smart flannel 
skirt and bright red sweater that showed everything the way it should be 
shown. Putting on her lipstick gingerly, she wondered if Connie would 
notice. 

Connie was waiting for her, practically at the classroom door, books 
clutched to her chest, looking as demure as a puss-in the-corner. June 
noticed Connie was a little breathless and bursting with the wish to talk. 
Well, after class they would go some place for lunch and lay some plans. 
Good plans, right-how plans. Besides, June told herself, Connie would be a 
good buffer against Roy and all the rest. And certainly, between the two of 
them, they could nail down a couple of nice, steady college mates. 

Then she thought of Tom Richfield and his buddy, Len. They'd both be in her 
one-o'clock English class. That Len looked pretty nice, too; a real 
cocksman. He might be just the type Connie'd go for. Maybe they could all 
have cokes together later in the afternoon. And with the weekend coming 
up--well, they'd see. 

By the end of their lunch in the big on-campus cafeteria, June and Connie 
had it all settled. From the beginning, Connie had seemed so anxious about 
moving into June's apartment; and about something else, too. Something at 
home, that obviously she didn't want to delve into now. June could tell by 
the way Connie kept biting her lower lip, and the way her blue-gray eyes 
would keep looking down at her plate, then flash upward again. 

"You could come over after your last class," said June, "and help me arrange 
things. Together we could give it a good going-over. We could even fix some 
dinner while we talk things over. Then tomorrow, or whenever you're ready, 
you can start moving in. We can even figure out our budget. .. how we'll 
share things and all that stuff. No hurry, but, gee, Connie, I think we'll 
have a great time ..." 

"Oh, so do I," declared Connie eagerly. "We've got so many things in common. 
I mean, you know, a lot of the same subjects, the same major ..." 

Now the eyes flashed upward again. 

"And I need someone," began June, "to talk to..." 

"Oh, so do I!" cried Connie again. "I really do! You're like a breath of air 
from another world. I'm ... so sick of things at home. Oh, Mom and Dad are 
all right! I guess. But I, er, well, it's not their fault." 

Connie had come close to mentioning her brother, but had quickly decided 
against it. She ran her knife along the edge of her plate, a slight frown 
settling between her eyebrows. No. She'd have to get to know June a little 
better, see how things turned out with them, before she'd go into any of 
that. June could hardly help noticing all the preoccupation. Well, with a 
little help from her, and a little time, Connie would tell all the things 
that were bugging her. And she could tell Connie plenty, too. June suddenly 
decided to change tack. 

"There's a big dance coming up Saturday night," she said, "over at the Big 
Red. I think it'd be swell if we just wangled ourselves right into it. I 
know a boy, er, slightly ..." 

She was thinking of Tom again, and his friend Len. 

"He's in my one o'clock English class," June went on, "and I think he 
mentioned something about it." She knew this wasn't strictly the truth, but 
she also knew to pull Tom Richfield right through the loop would be as easy 
as apple pie. And that jock, Len, right along with him. 

"He has a friend, too," June continued, enjoying Connie's heightened show of 
interest. "His name is Len ... and I think he's just made the varsity team. 
Of course, Tom," and she knew this was true, "is on the basketball team. 
Only a soph, but he's made it." 

June's thoughts dwelt on Len for a second: he looked as though he'd also 
made it more as a gymnast than as a footballer. She wouldn't mind a roll or 
two with Len either, now that she thought of it. But time would tell. She 
began to feel itchy all over with little goose-bumps, and she watched Connie 
clapping her hands with delight. 

"So, what d'you say we all meet at the Coffee Spot at about three?" June 
went on with airy confidence, "and we'll go into the details? I'm sure 
you'll like Len. And vice versa." 

June left her friend at the steps of the English Building. Connie had a new 
look in those beautiful eyes of hers: in fact, she seemed to sparkle all 
over. Now for the rest! Leaving Connie to go into the building, June waited 
outside the classroom door until Tom, then Len, went in and took their 
seats. As soon as they'd settled, June entered, and immediately found a 
chair right next to Tom. They nodded to each other, smiled. Then June 
dropped a book. Tom leaned over from his chair to pick it up, then handed it 
to her. He flashed a broad smile at her and a slow flush of red appeared 
beneath the tan of his face, concentrating under his rather prominent 
cheekbones. June looked into his deep brown eyes for a second, then thanked 
him. 

"You're terribly welcome," he said, then watched as she settled herself 
down, pulling up her skirt ever so slightly. He gulped, looked around at 
Len, who was sitting just behind them. June winked at them both, managed a 
blush. And before the professor had even appeared, they had made a date for 
coffee at three. 

"I-have a girlfriend who's expecting me," offered June. "She's going to be 
my roommate, and we have to go over some of the details." 

"Oh, we won't be in the way," said Len suddenly. "We'll just sit there like 
two little mice." 

"Who asked you?" said Tom. "Who said anything ... 

"Oh, that's all right," June quickly interjected. "You come too ... er ..." 

"Len's the name," said the jock. "Len Butler." 

"Good!" said June. "Oh, er, my friend's name is Connie." 

For nearly an hour after class, the three walked around, first Tom, then 
Len, carrying June's books. The campus was so beautiful this time of year, 
and the air so clear and crisp. Finally, the three sauntered over to College 
Town, making their way to the Coffee Spot and to Connie, who was waiting. 
And so it went. Not only was Saturday night made into a firm date, but the 
boys offered to help settle Connie into June's apartment. Both wrote June's 
address and phone number into their little date-books, eagerly paid the 
check, tipped big then saw them to the door of June's apartment. June and 
Connie watched the two young men leave them, walking down the hill, waving 
back at them. Connie seemed beside herself with the happiness at having met 
Len Butler; her face shone a rosy-pink, both from her heady excitement, and 
from the crisp chill of the air. 

"Maybe we should have asked them in," said Connie, as June let them in the 
door to the apartment. 

"Not yet, Connie," said June, quickly looking about, checking to see if 
there were still any signs of the previous afternoon's company. There 
weren't. Not even on the corner wall, where that ugly jerk, Ted, had done 
his nasty thing. June shuddered at the thought of it all, but now welcomed 
her demure little guest. 

"Sometime," Connie now began, her voice tinkling happily, "I'll have to tell 
you about a lot of things." She had begun to take off her outer things, 
making herself at home: the long woolen scarf she had worn about her neck, 
her outer jacket, a suede thing. She draped them carefully over the back of 
a chair. The same chair that Al, with his big schwanz, had sat in. June 
warmed at the thought of that. 

"There are a lot of things I'll have to tell you about," she said to Connie, 
a decided throatiness in her voice. And she thought suddenly that she'd be 
telling Connie all about it soon, just to get her warmed up. And she'd see 
how shocked little Connie might be. She began to straighten things in the 
bedroom, in the closet. 

"Here," she said, "half of this closet will be yours. And then there's the 
hall closet. And there's this chest and, lots of places where you can put 
things. This'll be a ball, Connie!" 

The two girls chattered and planned. Then Connie began to unload some of the 
contents of her large leather handbag, which seemed to double partly as a 
briefcase. She set some of the items on the bedroom dresser. June watched 
her. 

"What's that?" June said it suddenly, fingering the item which had appeared 
on the top of the dresser. It was tall, it had a rounded top ... but it was 
blue in color. It looked like a ... 

"It's a pencil case," her friend replied, "you know, for pencils and pens. 
There's even a pencil-sharpener in the top. See?" Connie unscrewed the top, 
then screwed it back on again. God, thought June, it looks like . . . 

"It's a phallic symbol," giggled June. "It's a phallic thing..." 

"A wh-what?" stammered Connie. 

"Oh, you know, Connie," said June, a matter-of-fact tone in her voice, "it 
looks like a guy's, er, cock. A prick. A big, shiny prick ..." 

Connie looked faint for a moment, then flushed beet-red. She threw her hands 
to her face. "Ohh-hh," she said. 

"Oh, you know. Tom's got one. And Lennie's got one," June began, settling 
down in a big chair, there in the living room. She reached for a cigarette 
and lit it. She inhaled deeply. Connie seemed shocked, but June decided that 
it was only the sudden surprise of blunt talk. 'That's just what boys have 
..." 

Connie knew all about that, but she wasn't saying anything. She thought of 
big-brother Jack, and that handsome married man. 

'The only thing is," June went on, watching Connie's every reaction, "you 
can't tell ahead of time what any of them have, exactly. They're all shapes, 
sizes," she remembered she was quoting Roy, "and ..." 

In spite of the way she was acting, Connie was more than interested in 
June's words. She looked at the pencil case, while June puffed on her 
cigarette. 

"I had four in here only yesterday," June said. Again Connie's hands flew to 
her face, covering up her flushed embarrassment. 

"Four what?" she asked, in apparent confusion ... but with an element of 
dread at the possibility of hearing.... 

"Four, er, cocks, you silly." June got to her feet, deciding that now was 
the time to get on with it. "So, settle down, if you want to hear about it." 

Connie settled, and quickly became an eager listener as June told her all 
about Roy and his friends. June paced up and down as she went into the 
details of how Roy had suddenly appeared at the door with three of his 
friends and what had happened. 

"There was one of them," said June, "a really nice-looking boy who had the 
biggest, er, cock in the whole world. For a minute I was so surprised, I 
could think of nothing but horses. And this kid, so tame, and polite. When 
he first put all his things down-you know, pulled off his 'undies' and 
things-and I saw his thing, I just about passed out! And then he came over 
me, on the bed-and he was so gentle-and he slipped it to me so gradually, I 
hardly felt it, at first. Then, wow ..." 

"You must have screamed," said Connie, all concerned. 

"No-oo. I didn't scream one bit," June told her. "With that thing in me, I 
felt stuffed. Really stuffed, up to here. But then I really grooved with 
it!" 

"How big was it?" Connie wanted to know. 

"They said it was fourteen inches!" said June, flicking the ash from her 
cigarette. "And I believe it. It must have been! And such a nice, groovy 
kid. Really smooth!" 

"But all those others standing around," offered Connie. "What about them?" 

"Oh, I dunno," June tried nonchalance, even though she was thinking of Roy. 
"Once I got feeling good, I just shut out all the rest. Only one of them was 
a real ass ... this Ted character. And then there was this other one, a real 
little kid, fifteen. I don't believe he'd ever fucked a girl before in his 
life. He finally got so excited, he got up into me-and actually made me 
come. For the fourth time!" 

"So there were four of them?" Connie asked, and wanted to ask who the one 
last un-named one was. But seeing June's suddenly stiffened attitude, she 
decided against it. "Does that mean you came with each one?" she finally 
ventured. 

" No." said June decisively, "it was three times with Al, the kid with the 
biggie. And once with that little nut kid. The others, well..." 

That appeared to close the conversation, but it left Connie thinking about 
this Al. She'd never heard or imagined such a thing ... 

The two girls finished dinner, but by the time they had washed the dishes, 
June felt her tiredness. On an impulse, she suggested that Connie stay the 
night. And Connie accepted with alacrity: she could not bear the thought of 
going back to the house, and the frustrations she knew would strike her, 
with big brother Jack sleeping just down the hall. Yes, that had to end. She 
was eager to pick up her new life with June, her new friend. They slept 
together in June's big double bed, cuddled and warmed by each other's 
bodies, as if there were hardly a care in the world. Tom and Len would be 
there the next day, helping with the carrying, the moving, the settling. The 
thought comforted them both. 

The very next evening, Tom and Len, having spent the whole afternoon helping 
the girls in the apartment, lending their bodies and minds to the entire 
project, took them out to dinner. They had carefully chosen one of the nicer 
places and the dinner was excellent, the atmosphere just right. Then they 
took them home, seeing them to the front door. They had come to know one 
another very well, and they had already formed their pairs: Tom and June, 
Len and Connie. It was all so very comfortable. Then would come the evening 
after next, Saturday, at the Party Place. Or, as all the kids called it, 
"The Place." 

And so, on Saturday night, the intervening time of anticipation warming 
their feelings, the four made their way over the dark country roads to the 
famed student hang-out. The Place was crowded to the hilt, and the music was 
loud and grooving-all perfect for the setting of a mood. The dance floor was 
jammed-all the better for close body-contact. The warming drinks, the music, 
the pressures of all the points of closeness, set their senses afire. 

"What say, pretty soon," Tom was whispering in June's ear, inhaling the 
scent of her perfume, "we blow this joint and go back?" 

"Back where?" asked June innocently enough. She looked over at Connie and 
Len, dancing so very close together, and knew right away they'd be ready to 
leave. 

'To your pad," said Tom, close to her ear still. "Let's go! An-diamo, and 
all that bit!" 

"Okay," said June, feeling all of Tom's warm points of contact, "what about 
the others?" 

Tom gave a brief signal, catching Len's eye. There was a nod between them, 
and Len guided Connie off the floor. Good, stalwart ol' jock, Lennie ... 
They were all ready and, from The Place, the wheels of Tom's Ford flew over 
the road back to town. There was even a lot of good-natured joking: like, 
who's going to get to the bedroom first? It was then that June let her left 
thigh press against Tom's right and felt his hand on her knee, moving upward 
... 

"Flip a coin?" Len asked from the back seat. "We could flip a coin on the 
bedroom deal." He looked down at Connie and drew her close to him. He could 
feel her warm breath on his shoulder. "Anyway," he added softly "a couch is 
as good as a bed, dependin' on who you're with." He felt the nod of Connie's 
head and kissed the softness of her hair. 

So engrossed in their mutual companionship were they all, that they hardly 
noticed the moment when Tom pulled up in front of the house-the old 
wood-Gothic affair that now housed several student apartments. In brief 
minutes, they were out of the car, and up the stairs to June's door. Connie 
giggled, feeling as free from care as she ever had in her life. Then they 
were inside. 

"Feel like kissing me?'' June asked Tom, reaching out to him. 

"I'll eat you alive," and Tom wrapped his red-sweated arm around her. 

"Threat or promise?" she asked. All thoughts of Roy and yesterday had 
vanished from her mind. 

"Wait'll you see," Tom whispered closely, lips pressing against her 
forehead. Again June caught the male scent, from the sweater perhaps; or 
after-shave cologne. 

"I can't ..." she said, suddenly wanting to know what Tom looked like, all 
over, "... wait." 

Tom gathered her in his arms and kissed her, and began rubbing up and down 
her spine. Their tongues swirled hot, with little sucking noises, around 
each other. 

"Coffee, anyone?" Connie had headed off to the kitchen, Len right behind 
her, his firm body swinging with each of his steps. 

"MMph-uh," came the only reply as the other pair, completely involved with 
their own interests, stood just inside the living room door. June had not 
even bothered to wear a bra under the tightness of her own sweater, and her 
zipper jacket lay open. Tom's pressures became warmer and warmer. In 
seconds, he had stuck his hand between the warm pressing of their bodies. He 
slipped a large hand just under the jacket, and cupped it around one of her 
breasts. 

June thrust herself hard against him and he began to knead her luscious 
flesh between his groping fingers. He felt the erection of her nipple under 
his touch. Then June reached down below, touched, then rubbed his crotch. 
With a thrill, she felt the growing stiffness of his prick. It began to 
thicken and press outward under the binding clothing. His lips left hers and 
started to swarm downward from her chin to the softness of her bared throat 
then up along her neck. 

"Guess we get," his mouth and lips still swarmed tightly over her warm 
surfaces, sending shudders of abandon through her, "the bedroom." 

Quickly, he pulled away from her, and grasped her hand. Sounds of a filling 
kettle and cups upon saucers came from the kitchen. "Now's the time," said 
Tom, and he led the way to the bedroom, still holding June's moist little 
hand. In a moment, they were inside the bedroom door, closing it behind 
them. 

Not another moment was wasted, not another word spoken between them. June's 
breathing became suddenly deeper and faster; Tom pressed his mouth against 
hers as his hands busily peeled away her jacket then cupped hard against her 
swollen breasts. They lowered to her waist and together their hands 
unbuttoned the sides of her skirt, pushing it down over her hips. Her hand 
reached for his waist, fingers probing under the wide, soft belt. Tom 
groaned softly, threw back his head. His fingers quickly unbuckled the belt 
and June slid her fingers to the uppermost part of his zippered fly. 

"Bitch," he moaned softly, "wonderful little bitch. Get me. Oh, get me out!" 

With that, he drew up her confining sweater, pulled it over her head and 
threw it aside. She stepped out of her fallen skirt and, in a trice, 
everything had fallen away. Her body, entirely naked except for her brief, 
sheer little panties, stood poised before his gaze. Her tits flung upward 
and he covered them with his hands, then with his face. He buried his lips 
into them, between them, kissing along their luscious warmth! The rose-pink 
shield of her nipples-little erected nubs of excitement-stood up to welcome 
the fervent pressures of Tom's mouth. His tongue parted from between his 
lips. 

He grasped the supple softness of her ass then pressed her groin, grinding 
it into his. Her hands were now busy around his backside, feeling its 
warmth; then she pulled the zipper of his fly all the way. As he lowered his 
pants, with under-shorts, she began to feel his long, stiff prick jabbing 
against her naked belly. Rapidly he peeled off his upper garments, and 
tossed them aside. 

She dug her fingernails into his naked back and arched her chest outwards. 
Her head was now flung back, her thick auburn hair hanging down behind her. 
It was now that Tom sank slowly to his knees and her panties came pulling 
downward in the grasp of his hands. His cock, like a rod of hot steel, 
jutted from between his thighs. 

"Ohh-hh, baby!" Tom moaned, grasping her tender buttocks, kneading at them, 
"I need you so ..." 

Then he nuzzled into her warm, hairy muff. 

"MMMM-mmm!" was her only answer. 

He went on exploring her hot, moist pussy with his lips. She quickly spread 
her legs apart, then looked down at the top of Tom's head. She felt the 
slithering of his tongue, around and around . . . burying itself deeper and 
deeper into her throbbing mound of cunt. 

He began to eat at it ... thrusting his pink hard tongue into the folds of 
her bared twat, curling the dark hairs with its moistness. Hungrily he kept 
at it, his fingers digging into her ass, pressing them toward his open 
mouth, holding her hairy cunt tightly against his face. 

June moved her pelvic region round and round as, finally, Tom found her 
little standing love button and began to twirl his tongue smoothly over it 
... back and forth. "Mmmmm-nnnn!" June's large, full tits rose and fell as 
she sucked in great gulps of air . . . Then Tom shot his tongue up into her 
gaping cunt as far as he could go with it, wiggling its tip around and 
inside it. June ground her hairy mound into his thrusting mouth and tongue. 
She panted and panted, her breath catching in faster and faster gasps. Hot 
flashes formed steadily inside her body as she felt the rush of her cumming 
... as her body and brain begged for release. Tom's hands grasped eagerly at 
her tits. 

"Oh, my-god!" she cried. "Oh-hhh, my-god! Eat me. Oh, eat me!" 

His mouth and tongue and lips lapped at her, and then she felt the full flow 
of her orgasm. He began to swallow every ounce of her surging cum, grinding 
his teeth against her clit. Her pelvis surged back and forth until her 
explosions racked her completely, until, slowly, she could stand no more. 
Her hip-movements subsided; then she withdrew from him lest she go 
completely insane. 

Gently she lifted Tom's head, until he could feel the softness of her chin 
and cheek. Then she kissed him fully on the lips, now thrilling at the taste 
of her own cum. Her hand went down immediately, to the pressing length of 
his full, hard prong. She began to stroke it with light, tender touches. 

"Ohh-hh, ummmm! You taste so good," Tom was saying; he ran his tongue across 
his lips. 

"Come on," June now urged him. "Come onto the bed!" 

And Tom followed her, his hands still clutching about her naked waist, his 
cock fully exposed and swinging heavily from side to side between his legs. 

June took her place gingerly on the edge of the bed, her breasts gently 
swinging from side to side. Then she opened her arms to him, and he stepped 
inside their enfolding circle. His cock swung up and erect, facing her. She 
moved her face toward it then let her hands rest lightly on his thighs and 
began to lick around the bulging cockhead. It throbbed up to her lips, 
teasing them. She felt the tingle of excitement surging through her young 
body as she parted her lips. They both felt the warm tingle as his prick ran 
fully between her lips. 

"Ohh-hh . . . that FEELING! Ohh, Christ!" Tom panted. 

In an instant, he had pushed his stiff prick into her mouth, the clutching 
warmth all around it. Her head moved from side to side, her mouth opening 
fully around the full shaft of Tom's penis. Then it all but disappeared into 
her eager and enfolding warmth. 

Working with her mouth, she squeezed hard as Tom drove his hips forward .. . 
delving the long shaft as deeply -as he could. Then June moved her head 
backward, pulling away ... then let her lips slip back onto it again. Her 
head moved over the full length of the male jut, the hardness of it, and she 
cupped Tom's tight swinging nuts with her hand. Tom began to surge back and 
forth with his hips, grinding deep into her ... giving her the most complete 
mouth-fucking she had ever had. He stood there, her hands around his thighs, 
flinging himself wildly into her! 

June felt the round cockhead sliding back along her tongue then jab down 
into her throat. Then she withdrew, and licked the swollen sides of the 
jabbing prong, welcoming the head all the way down her throat until it 
touched her tonsils. 

"Wait ...!" he cried softly, still jabbing into her with his meat. "Wait. 
I'm not gonna cum this way. I'm so hot... I'd drown you with cum!" 

With this warning, Tom stepped back, slipped his wet prick out of her mouth. 
Glistening, it throbbed and beat up and down between them. June fell 
backwards upon the bed, trying to catch her breath. Tom now lay beside her, 
his hand between her legs, rubbing up and down along her swollen pussy. 

June stroked his stiff prick until it jerked and struggled in her hand. She 
made her pussy ready for it ... Waiting eagerly for it. She gently tugged at 
the cock until Tom was over her, readying his body for complete mating. Now 
even his weight excited her! She raised her legs, grasped at the long, firm 
cock and guided it right into her gaping pussy-hole. 

She sighed with pleasure as she felt the hard jabbing limb enter her and 
their centers rubbing and joining together. She felt the hard plug pushing 
into her welcoming socket. Then she squirmed around, then up, till the 
plunging cockhead reached up into her, hitting new and different places far 
up inside her cunt. Then Tom's swollen cock began to ram against her clit. 
Fervently she reached for his balls then probed beneath them, groping up to 
his asshole. He shuddered, then her touch centered around the softness of 
his swinging ovals. 

Suddenly she bucked hard against him, driving her hips upward ... She spread 
her arms wide, her breasts shaking violently at each collision of their 
bodies. Hotly, she moved her hips from side to side, then round and round, 
till she felt every inch of his cock steadily ramming into her ... tearing 
at her nerve fibers. He rammed in again and she still clutched at his nuts. 

Feeling the approach of orgasm, Tom began to soften his strokes. Finally he 
pulled himself nearly all the way out. But even as he did this, June 
tightened every muscle of her vagina ... and tightened still more as he 
rammed his stiff rod all the way in-to the hilt! 

"Ohhh-hhng, baby," he was almost crying now in his passion. "Onngh! It feels 
so wild!" and he kept lunging with his prick into every corner of her 
cunt-walls, plunging the long staff into her to the hilt! 

June felt every ridge of his bone-hard cock as it lunged in and out of her, 
the walls of her cunt contracting and fitting around it like a soft, wet 
glove. He was screwing her now with everything he had, his ass and hips 
flinging inches toward the ceiling then humping down upon her as he kept 
trying to delve into her warmly moist pussy deeper and deeper. He could feel 
every muscle of her cunt grasping, clutching at his rod. 

He paused for a moment, deep inside her, his prick soaking in her juices. He 
groaned in ecstasy, June's cries almost matching his. He dug his arms around 
and under her shoulders, covering her wide-open mouth with his kisses then 
plunging his tongue in and out. 

"Oh, you've got a tight cunt," he finally gasped, his lips devouring hers 
with soft smacking sounds. "Oh-hh, baby ... Fuck me silly! Fuck me silly 
with it!" 

"Ohh-h, wfe-uh-uh. hon-ey-man, you bet I will!" she said. Their action again 
grew wilder and wilder as each roared nearer to full climax. Their bodies 
clashed together, his thighs and legs pounding into hers. June ground 
upward, into his pumping pelvis, letting her clit rub into the bush of his 
pubic hairs. This excited her with its electricity even more. 

Both of them had reached a high point of frenzy as Tom nailed her, and 
nailed her again, his long rod moving, plunging, in and out of her body. 
Gone were their attempts to prolong it any longer and they abandoned 
themselves to the approach of supreme pleasure. 

June felt it coming . . . COMING! She groaned just once, then gasped as she 
began to orgasm, freely ... exploding in her passion! Tom kept kissing at 
her breasts, burying his face into the soft alabaster mounds with the hard, 
erected red little nipples. These he stabbed at with his tongue. Then, 
moving his frantic hot kisses to her neck, he cupped his hands around her 
buttocks, pressing her groin into his. 

Suddenly every muscle of Tom's body tensed and knotted under the smooth 
surfaces of his body. His balls tightened, his long hard cock plunged deep 
into her belly ... then he exploded the contents of his nuts inside her. He 
plunged his cock in and out as fast as he could, it spewed and shot, shot 
and spat its hot streaming wads of jism into her cunt. Feeling the giant 
spurts of his violent cumming, June thrilled anew and began to push her 
tongue-tip into his ear. She writhed up into him as he dug his 
still-exploding prick into her. 

Finally, with the last spurt of his hot load filling her, he shuddered, 
feeling her fingers digging into his shoulder-blades. Then he slowed his 
pace, with the full peaks of his explosions past. They lay connected for a 
long time while Tom's penis shrank and softened. Hardly knowing that Tom was 
still inside her, June lowered her legs, only happy to have his firm, young 
body on top of hers. 

"Ohhhh, honey," he sighed. "What an idiot I've been to have waited this long 
for this. First time I saw you ... I should've ... you know. You, you're 
some girl!" 

"That's only because you're some boy," she answered. "Wow!" 

They talked for some time, softly; and smoked a cigarette, still basking in 
the warm, heady aftermath of their lovemaking. 

Long before this, Connie and Len had left the kitchen, steaming mugs of 
coffee in their hands, and repaired to the living room. The other couple's 
departure, the closing of the bedroom door, seemed to be a signal for them 
to start something of their own. They sat on the couch, their coffees on the 
low table in front of them, their bodies close and touching. Connie felt the 
welcoming warmth of Len's thigh against hers. For a moment she studied his 
strong, clean-cut face as he threw his hands back behind his head and gave 
himself a backward stretch. Trying to keep busy in her somewhat nervous 
excitement, she began to stir sugar into her coffee. 

"Want some?" she asked. She loved the closeness of his body, the strong, 
muscular legs. She loved everything about it. She watched him shake his 
head. 

"Yes," he said, "but no sugar..." He kept one hand behind his head and, with 
his other one, reached for hers. "I just take it black ..." 

Then he turned his head toward her to kiss her on the chin then let his lips 
lower to her throat. Connie responded immediately. Her whole relationship to 
her new roommate had opened new vistas to her. This smooth, highly-muscled 
young man was so different from brother Jack or anyone she knew. Len leaned 
back, pushing his full crotch upward. He was still not sure that this girl 
was ready, but he saw that her shyness matched his. He pressed his thigh 
into hers more tightly and pressured his lips along her chin until he found 
her moistened mouth. He felt her lips pucker as he kissed her again, this 
time fully on the mouth. He pushed his crotch upward then sank back. 

She reached for his thigh then moved her hand toward the firm, hard mound 
swelling in his pants. He felt her fingers groping for his prick . . . and 
they both suddenly heard the strange, jouncing sounds coming from the 
bedroom. Len quickly reacted by unbuttoning her blouse. Then he began to 
stroke her breasts. His fingertips felt the hardening of the tender but 
aroused nipples. He felt the surging of his hardened cock inside his tight 
jockey shorts as if it were demanding full release, straining for its 
freedom. 

Their kissing had now become more passionate and they were thinking of 
nothing but the pleasuring of their bodies. Connie's hand quickly pulled at 
the zipper of his fly; his hands searched about the fullness of her tits. 
Suddenly he was unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it from around her shoulders 
... pushing it down. Her legs thrashed, and his fingers were at the 
side-buttons of her skirt, opening them. In the next moments, Connie's hands 
had ripped open his shirt and laid his fly wide open. Len lifted himself 
from the softness of the couch, letting her hands pull down his pants, 
revealing his nakedness. 

His hard, thick cock stood up from his loins, jerking and throbbing, like an 
animal unleashed. Connie had never seen anything like it: the sheer 
thickness, the wide, hard base which continued almost to the crown, the 
delicate scar of circumcision . .. the whanger tapered thinly to the round, 
firm lips of the cockhead which seemed too small for the rest of the rigid 
staff. Warmly, she clutched at the base of the hard prick, her fingertips 
lingering at the low, loose-hanging balls. 

Len now tore off his outer shirt then lifted the skivvy shirt over his head. 
His stomach throbbed with his pulse. Connie's legs moved smoothly as Len 
relieved her of her panties. He wanted to dive quickly down to the 
soft-looking muff between her legs. He wanted, somehow, to get the crisp, 
curly hairs that covered it. 

For a moment she studied at closer and closer range the head of his cock. 
She knew about circumcision ... Brother Jack was circumcised and he had 
explained it all to her. Then her hand gripped firmly around the wide, thick 
base of Len's jutting cock, feeling the testicles hanging low beneath it; 
she wagged the stiffened member back and forth before her gaze. Quickly, Len 
gave an upward thrust, the head of his cock streaming with its clear fluid. 
Then he felt Connie kissing the head of his prick, and tonguing into the 
tiny slit at the apex. 

Connie looked at the thing that she held in her hand, quickly figuring it 
was as wide as her own hand; then she let her lips sink over the narrowed 
head, her tongue-tip tasting the saltiness which emanated from it. 

"MMMM-mmm!" he moaned, pulling away from her hot advance, his cock throbbing 
out its mysterious elixir. "Here! Let's do it this way!" 

Quickly, he gathered her in his arms, then turned on the couch so that he 
lay fully on his back. He pulled her nude form over, then on top of himself. 
Their warm, bare bodies lay exposed to each other. Balancing Connie's lithe, 
thin form above his body, he moved her into a squatting position, her fleshy 
buttocks directly over him. Firming his hand at the thick base of his cock, 
he shoved upward to let the head of it press against the warmth of her hairy 
pussy. Feeling the first entry, Connie's body tensed and little goose-bumps 
formed over her entire body. Then she felt the sinking of the narrow head; 
inch after inch of the thick, widening shaft spreading apart the walls of 
her cunt as it disappeared into her waiting body. 

Now she sat on the boy, completely in place. She hardly moved, realizing 
that this was a cock to be enjoyed! She raised her ass, the luscious curves 
of her young buttocks, just to let the enormous thickness begin to slide in 
and out of her squatting body. Soon, the thing was providing the wanted 
friction against the walls of her cunt. Supporting herself on her hands, she 
leaned forward then felt his standing rod, stiff and thick, beginning to 
slide in and out of her gaping hole ... probing upward inside her softly 
jouncing cunt. Ohh-hh, the wide-thickness of it! Connie had never dreamed 
anything like this. Her twat gaped wide beneath her, as the thick rod of 
prick struck into her. 

Her tits swung free from her body while, pinned beneath her soft, 
creaminess, Len reached up with his hands. With one hand, he reached to cup 
them hard while, with the other, he grasped at his hanging nuts. Then he 
pushed up, firmly, against the heat of her body. Connie let her breasts hang 
loose as she leaned over the boy's body. Then she felt Len stab upward with 
his hips, felt the deep, penetrating thrust of his wide, thick rod ... like 
an upright pyramid entering and filling the walls of her cunt to 
bursting-point! 

Connie began to pant. She had never imagined anything like this: the wide 
thickness prodding her open, jabbing through the gaping, pink lips of her 
hot cunt. Her breasts, her quick-standing nipples almost throbbing with 
every inward thrust, flopped madly with each motion. She gyrated her hips 
faster and faster, as Len pumped his thick, pyramid cock up into her. As 
their bodies moved faster new dimensions were added to her senses and she 
began to apply her imagination to every one of their strokes of lovemaking. 

Len lay flat on his back. He felt her body, the heat of it, rub wildly 
against his. He forced his thick, demanding sex deeper amd deeper inside 
her, his low, loose balls hanging between his parted thighs. 

"OOOO-HH-hhh!" Connie was moaning now. "SHOVE IT ... SHOVE IT! ... SHOVE 
that beautiful thick thing in-nnnn! Ohh-hh! All the way ... In-nnnn!" 

Her hands were now playing fervently with all his equipment. She cupped his 
balls in her hand, then rubbed between his parted legs. "Ohh-hhh!" she 
cried, "let me have it... all of it... ! All the way-ayy!" 

Her hips were a blur of rapid motion as her cumming exploded out of her 
tender, hairy box. She leaned back, as Len shoved again deep within her. Her 
chin pointed to the ceiling. "Ohh-hhng!" groaned Len. He had felt her hot, 
rapid surges .. . 

He pumped himself harder into her while she shook her head from side to 
side. Then he dug his fingers into her soft-hanging breasts, then, with a 
mighty upward jab, he slapped his pelvis against hers. His balls had already 
begun to tighten . .. ready to explode . . . Then he took his hands off her 
tender breasts to reach under her ... to hold the rich curves of her smooth 
buttocks. 

He raised her a bit, jamming into her hot clutching warmth . .. giving 
himself just a little more room. Then he stabbed upward with the full 
thickness of his cock. 

Connie panted loudly, her mouth wide open ... As she kept on cumming .. . 
continuously, as if her cunt were being milked dry ... 

Slowly, methodically, her supple body pumped and pumped, as her white cream 
loosed in a flood down the insides of her thighs. Len felt the warmth of her 
flowing, felt its cascading down his ramming shaft to heat the surfaces of 
his groin. He raised Connie a little more to give himself more room to stab 
upward into her with the thickness of his prick. 

"Ohh-nn, baby," he whispered. "Right on! Ohh-nng! Right on!" 

He shoved up into her, his hips and ass thrashing up and" down on the soft 
couch. Connie's head was thrown back as she kept cumming, her body jerking 
.. . and she panted loudly through her open mouth, her breath rasping. Large 
streams of woman-cum dripped out from between her quivering cunt-lips, and 
splashed down on Len's body. 

Len's low-hanging nuts began to tighten, pulling upward inside his sac. He 
felt the surging tide of hot, uncontrollable orgasm reaching into his every 
fibre. He gave more upward push, deep into her clutching hole. Then he came 
in a series of racking explosions, his spurting wads of white, thick semen 
streaming into her box ... his cum adding to hers. Connie closed her eyes as 
she felt the rapid spurts shooting up into her. 

"OHH-HH! UHH! UHH," he moaned. "Squeeze it, baby. Work that sweet pussy . . 
. all.. . over it!" 

"Ohhh. .. UHH! UHH," Len went on, crying, "oooohhh!Uhh!" 

"MM-mmm!" came her low answer. She was ready for still more. "Touch me down 
there. Touch my clit ... Give it to me ... Ohh-hhnng!" 

Len's cock still throbbed with its last diminishing shots. Connie jabbed her 
cunt down over its hard thickness. Then he reached up and rubbed her cunt, 
feeling her clit. Immediately, it sent her into renewed spasms, as she began 
to explode once more into heavy orgasm. 

"OOOHHHH!" she was crying softly now, "that's it! Thaa-aat's it! Ooohhh! 
I'mmm ... cummm-inng! Ooohh!" 

Len kept on jabbing up into her, sensing how hot she was . . . Hot tingles 
reached down from the head of his prick to his groin ... though he knew he 
was finished .... for a while. He was so young, so smooth, his cock so 
thick, so heavy, Connie kept wanting more. "Oh, do it more!" she cried, 
still bouncing over his thick shaft, imbedded inside her slot. "Do it 
morrre." 

He tried briefly, then gave it up. The bedroom door opened, and the other 
two emerged arm in arm. Tom had pulled on his jockey shorts, June had put on 
her thin, sheer negligee. For a brief moment the two surveyed the scene on 
the couch. Then Connie toppled off and away from Len, leaving his thick, 
shining wet prick exposed in the light. Connie sat upright on the edge of 
the couch, placing her hand over Len's naked hip. She seemed abashed. June 
returned to the bedroom, and came back with a brief terry-cloth robe for 
Connie. She kept eyeing Len's strong, athletic form, lying naked on the 
couch. She watched him rise and half-cover himself. 

"How about some sandwiches and cola?" June said, putting gaiety in her 
voice. "Connie and I'll make them and you two guys can watch!" 

Languidly, Len reached for his shorts but June stayed his hands. "Oh, wait," 
she said, then laughed, "Just come as you are!" 

"I've already cum," said Len, "like crazy." 

"Oh, man," said Tom, putting his arm around Len's broad shoulder, "You're 
too much!" 

The two followed the girls into the kitchen, Tom's lithe body moving 
silently. As June and Connie made the sandwiches, the two boys watched and 
relaxed. Then they sat in the living room devouring the luscious eats. All 
four, just watching one another, quickly warmed up to the idea of further 
situations. Suddenly Tom rose from his chair and calmly peeled off his 
shorts, one leg at a time. Then he cast them to the floor. His cock was 
already half hard. Len's prick was beginning to harden too, swelling to its 
full thickness. 

"Hey, June," said Tom abruptly. "You got an old blanket, and a bottle of 
wine? You know ..." he grinned at her. "a jug of wine, and thou ... and a 
hank of blanket?" 

They all laughed, knowing something had come into Tom's mind ... something 
that would be fun. They had all begun to get the urge for more action. 

"Sure I have. Why?" June asked, clapping her hands together. She still 
watched Tom's smooth, lithe body, taking in the narrow hips, strong broad 
shoulders. Yes, she wished that they'd come to know each other sooner, too. 

But she was looking at Len with more and more curiosity. He wasn't quite as 
tall as Tom but he was a real jock and loaded with some very hard muscle. 
She was fascinated by the way his biceps swelled and wriggled under the 
smooth skin of his upper arms every time he moved and the hard knots of 
muscle on his chest. As she glanced lower at him, she thought she had never 
seen so wide and fat a cock and one so stiff and rigid, now, as it poked 
straight up from between his legs, the narrowed smooth head glistening again 
with new flow of excitement and readiness. Suddenly Len stood up and June 
saw his cock fling straight up from his loins .. . hard as a rock . . . his 
balls hanging low in their sac. Wow, she thought. 

"I'll go get the bottle," Connie said as she quickly headed for the kitchen. 
"I know where it is!" They all watched her petite frame skipping into the 
other room. 

"So," said Tom, his hand over June's shoulder, the back of her neck, "you 
get the blanket, and spread it out on the big double bed ..." 

June took one more close look at Len, and ran merrily into the bedroom, 
making a brief search in the closet. The boys were right behind her, with 
Len leaning with arm stretched up against the door jamb. Connie immediately 
came behind him, a large wine bottle in hand, pushing against his back with 
the bottle's chilled glass. Len jumped into the room and Connie giggled. 
June passed her old blanket to Tom's reaching hand and the two boys together 
spread it rapidly over the bed. 

This done, June, without a sound of warning, leaped upon the bed and started 
to jump up and down on it, her hair flinging wildly around her luscious 
tits. She giggled like a little school girl and kept jouncing higher and 
higher. Connie, beside herself with glee, soon decided it looked like fun, 
and joined her. For minutes the two of them bounced and flopped on the bed, 
rolling and laughing. 

"Okay, you two," said Tom, grasping the heavy bottle at the neck, "enough! 
Enough! Now I need a volunteer!" 

There was a steady, almost sly smile on his face; and Len, curious, stood 
beside him. The girls quieted down and June looked at the boys, her face 
suddenly serious. Though she thought Tom wasn't the sort who would hurt her, 
there was a shadow of doubt in her mind. 

"What for?" they both asked, almost simultaneously. 

"Well," Tom said, a slow grin curling the corners of his lips, "I'm an 
admiral's nephew .. . and I'm all for christening ships. So we have a new 
ship going, now ... call it friend-ship! So, let's christen it ... and we 
can use either one of you to be christened. So, who's it going to be?" 

Both girls hesitated for a moment. , "C'mon," said Tom, "don't be bashful. 
Which one ... which one?" 

Giggling again, both girls stepped forward on the bed, standing on it with 
their legs apart, facing the boys. 

"Okay, then," intoned Tom, "with this wine, and these lovely, lovely 
girls-females ... like all the ships at sea-I hereby christen thee New 
Friend-ship and wish all here long life, good health and good times ... !" 

"And all that good stuff," chimed in Len with a short laugh. The girls 
giggled excitedly again and clapped their hands. Tom shook the big bottle up 
and down, and unscrewed its cap. 

Tom's long, fleshy prick hung downward, half-soft, between his legs. Len's 
organ still had its rigid upward thrust, ready again for some strong action. 
June couldn't help gazing at its hard thickness and wanted to grab hold of 
it just to see if she could get her hand fully around its sturdy base and 
shaft. She longed to fee! the warm-looking, low-hanging balls. 

Tom interrupted her thoughts by aiming the top of the bottle straight at her 
hairy muff, sloshing a heavy dollop of wine into it. She writhed a bit at 
the feeling. 

"Hold still!" Tom was laughing. 

"I can't," she said. "It's cold!" 

She felt the chill of the amber wine as it soaked her pussy, then began to 
run down between her thighs. Tom sloshed the bottle and its contents again, 
making sure she was good and wet, before he put the bottle down. The wine 
was really dripping from her gaping muff, running down the sensitive insides 
of her legs and slopping on the old, soft blanket. 

Suddenly Tom lowered himself, half-kneeling before her and began to lick 
her, his tongue lapping and thrusting along the insides of her parted legs. 
Then he nuzzled into her cunt, slipping his tongue into her, wildly digging 
with it. He continued to lap and suck her and kept opening his mouth wider 
and wider, just to envelope all of her soaking, wine-tasting cunt. He licked 
at the lips of her pussy and probed her clit with his tongue-tip as hard as 
he could. June, her hands caressing around the top of his shoulders, threw 
back her head, abandoning herself completely to the wild, almost stinging 
sensations. 

"Oohh-hh! A wine douche!" Connie cried, watching and waiting for her turn. 
"Wow. Far-out!" 

Tom had grasped June hard around her soft buttocks, kneading the rich curves 
of her flesh. He pushed in closer then began to maneuver her down till she 
was lying on her back. Then he began to eat her in earnest. 

"Ooohh-hh! Ohh-hh. Uh, baby," June was crying in near frenzy. She felt his 
surging tongue flicking against her cunt, probing hard and with fast thrusts 
into her twat. She lay on her side, and wrapped her legs around his back, 
raising them to his neck. Tom kept it up, shoving and thrusting with his 
rapid tongue, rutting her with it. He kept his lips busy with their 
devouring motions. Her legs writhed in pleasured agony. Len now sat down 
next to her on the bed, his ass-cheek resting against her shoulder, his legs 
stretched out before him. He began to kiss June on the mouth as Tom remained 
busy at her muff. Then he felt a hand wrap around the base of his thick cock 
and begin slowly to massage up and down its erected shaft. He kept his eyes 
closed as he shoved his tongue deep into the warmth of the struggling girl's 
mouth . . . then realized it was June's hand that was trying to encircle his 
prick. Then he felt her fingertips, trailing down about his balls, trying to 
gather them but feeling up and down their sensitive skin. 

He gave himself up to the feelings she was producing, and kissed her even 
more wildly. Then he felt light, exciting caresses rubbing against his legs, 
then fingertips swirling around the head of his cock. Then he felt the press 
of lips against his shiny cocktip then circling over it, then sinking right 
down the shaft. 

This was Connie sucking the flesh of his upper prick while June's hand 
firmly massaged its thick lower length, fingers trailing around his nuts. He 
opened his eyes to look and saw Connie kneeling over him, her head bobbing 
slowly up and down. He savored the deep sensations produced by her firm, 
steady sucking and felt the moist point on his rigid shaft where Connie's 
lips and June's first met each other. For a moment he looked further down, 
watching his friend, Tom, kneeling over June, eating her with fury-then saw 
that Tom had his hand around the cheeks of Connie's ass and had imbedded a 
finger deep inside her twat. This was all going on while he saw that June's 
other hand had grasped the root of Tom's long cock, jacking at it steadily. 
She was rubbing both their pricks at the same time. But it was Tom's cock, 
as Len could tell, with its swollen jerking head, that looked ready ... that 
Tom was about ready to shoot his nuts. 

Len buried his mouth and lips against June's again, shutting it all out ... 
except the feeling of a busy mouth and a busy hand over his wide, stiff 
shaft. He heard the slurping, slushing sound of Tom's mouth over June's 
cunt. Then, under his kisses, June began to groan and her lips freed 
themselves from his own. 

"I'm cumm-mming! Ohh-hh, I'm cumming!" she cried, and Len felt down with his 
hand to feel her orgasm pumping her fluid out of her. Len noticed that June 
had let go his cock and was now on Tom's, whacking the head furiously. He 
saw Tom suddenly sit bolt upright, letting head June's love-hole with its 
mixed taste of wine and cum. Just as Tom exploded his juices, the jism 
shooting its thick whiteness outward, Connie took her mouth from the top of 
Len's cock, struggling and spasming with her own crimson explosions. 
"Uh-h-Uhh-h!" gasped Connie. Len felt the hot splashes of cum striking his 
body, his legs being doused by Connie's cum. He didn't know whether it was 
June's cum or even Tom's shooting over his body. But he didn't much care. 

Suddenly, he felt hands groping at him, feeling everything, trying to push 
him flat down on his back. "What's sauce for the gander is sauce for the 
goose." It was Connie babbling. She had reached for the wine bottle. 

Len hardly knew what to expect next. He leaned back into the flouncy pillow, 
shutting his eyes, aware that he was the only one of the group that had not 
reached full satisfaction. His cock throbbed hard and thick over his groin, 
and he pushed a hand down into his pubic hairs and raised his rod of sex to 
a standing vertical position. June bent low to kiss him on the mouth. Then 
Connie soaked his cock, his stomach with great splashes of the wine. He felt 
it smarting and tingling at contact with his sensitive balls. Then, Connie 
looked at Tom who was beginning to gobble between June's legs all over 
again. 

So just for good measure she doused Tom and June's gaping pussy with fresh 
sloshes of the thick muscatel Finally, she busied herself with Len's 
wine-sticky cock, taking it deep into her mouth, sucking it, then 
alternating by taking his sweet-tasting balls into her mouth then licking 
off all the wine. 

"Oh, my God!" Len moaned, "ohh-hh! That's good!" He began to jab upward 
frantically up into Connie's clutching mouth. 

In the next instant he came in a series of long, hot, violent explosions. 
His thick cum, mixed with the wine, flooded into Connie's throat. With 
retching gasps, she swallowed each spurting ounce of his delivery, his 
fingers digging into her ass as he held her writhing body over him. Then he 
was finished and he held Connie tightly as his cock jerked with its last 
empty spasms. 

Tom was just lifting himself away from smothering June's soaking cunt with 
his mouth. He gave her a light kiss between her thighs, then reached for the 
wine bottle. He drank some of the heady wine, then handed the neck of the 
bottle to June. She drank too. They watched Connie's head still bobbing up 
and down over Len's slowly softening cock. Her hand slid around his drenched 
thighs, then cupped his low-hanging nuts. Tom and June retired to the deep 
cushions and bolsters of the single bed. 

As they watched, Tom draped his warm, naked arm over June's smooth shoulder. 
He was just able to reach her left breast, and he fondled it. He pressed his 
fingertips over the nipple of it. Silently, they passed the almost empty 
wine-bottle between them and watched the action on the opposite bed. 

Connie's head bobbed faster and faster up and down on Len's wide, fat prick, 
urging it once more to full hardness. Connie now moved up to her knees, her 
round little hips and buttocks gyrating as if to tease, to excite! Then, 
without a second's warning, Len had swung his limber athletic body up and 
around her. His cock was fully erect again, dripping with saliva, wine, and 
cum. Quickly, he ran his finger over, then up and down Connie's slit then 
stuck it up inside. She lurched forward. He moved his finger round and 
round, reaming her. She opened her mouth, as if to scream. Then he jounced 
quickly up behind her still-kneeling form, straddling her and shoved the 
head of his cock into her. His next shove into her pussy, as he mounted her 
from behind, almost sent her spinning. Now Connie opened her mouth, sucking 
in air as fast as she could ... trying to catch her breath which was coming 
in gasps. 

Len fervently, with his eyes shut tight, his hands around her narrow waist, 
began to fuck her furiously, dog-style. He was now leaning hard into it, his 
hips firmly charging back and forth, his cock parting her pussy wider and 
wider. 

"Ohh-hh, baby!" Len moaned, "get me! Sink it baack! Ohh,yow-eee!" 

Connie pushed back and forth with each one of his heavy, well-lubricated 
strokes. 

It all looked too good for Tom and June to contain themselves. Tom was 
already finger-fucking June all over again ... then he stopped. 

"C'mon, June-bug," he said, still retaining his mastery of the situation. He 
breathed deeply into her ear. "Let's get on over there!" 

With two or three jumps, they were on the bed next to the surging pair of 
dog-fuckers. "Down y' go! June, baby," Tom said, and in a moment, June was 
kneeling close beside Connie-and there was a thrashing and intertwining of 
legs and arms. Bodies touched and chafed together. The bed sagged with the 
combined weights and actions. 

June quickly flung herself into place on her hands and knees, her full tits 
brushing against Connie's smaller ones. Tom shoved his finger up into her 
slot, then pulled it out. Then, almost at once, he replaced it with his 
long, hard, fleshy cock. His balls beat softly against her backside. His 
knees bent right behind her, his hands firmly holding her warm hips, he 
shoved and sank inside her. 

Thus, the two boys fucked side-by-side, pinioning the girls with their rapid 
strokes. Their cocks slid in and out with wild abandon ... then with a 
signaling nod of their heads, Tom and Len changed places, struggling over 
each other. With a gasp of surprise, June felt the wide thickness of Lennie 
striking hard into her. Connie felt Tom lunging into her, slapping his hard 
pelvis into her. Thisss ... thissss was even better than Len's thickness and 
she thrilled with Tom's smooth, long penetration as she welcomed him. 

Soon, they were panting . .. and all four orgasms reached their ultimate 
pitch in the same moment. Connie had begun thrashing and moaning as Tom, 
behind her, had rapidly picked up the speed of his in-and-out motions! She 
could feel the tension all over again .. . and she couldn't hold back .. . 
couldn't hold back! She dug her fingernails into the sheets and started to 
come, the flows coming over and over again! Her body twisted and convulsed 
with each new wave of her frenzy. 

Then June began, feeling the lunging of Len's prick, as wide as her wrist 
... hot and thrusting ... She gasped and gurgled with her pleasure as the 
thick stanchion began to spurt its hot, white liquid into her pussy. Len 
himself was involved in a frantic blur of motion and suddenly it was like a 
thousand bright lights of explosions going off in his cock all at once! He 
came with such a fury, that his boiling jism filled June's box to 
overflowing. Len gasped and sighed, as every hot surge of his phallus racked 
him. 

He covered his balls with his hand, and looked over at Tom plunging 
furiously into Connie's up-ended twat, Suddenly Tom threw back his arms, 
wide, over his head. "Ohhhhhh-hh! Sheeee-it!" Tom cried, gasping with each 
breath. Then, poised inches out of Connie's body, he began to cum ... 
"Cumming, cumming ... ! Ohh... ! Ohh-hh!" 

"Wow," breathed Tom finally, "this was the best ever. Just tonight." 

He rolled over on his back, Connie clutched in his arms. 

"Hey, Len!" he cried, at last, "we've had the two best fucks in town! And 
guess who discovered them. US! And June-baby helped a lot too!" 

June snuggled up under Len's warmth and went on playing with him. The rest 
of that night stayed as a memory for each of them. They played and slept and 
drained each other of every last ounce each had to give! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

For how many days, or even weeks, the happy foursome kept up their fervent 
activities, only June knew. For, almost daily, she kept her private diary of 
the events: the classes they went to, the times they lunched on hamburgers 
together, and the two Sunday afternoons when they picnicked at a lakeside 
beach. She shared her written words with no one, not even Connie, whose 
happiness she recorded as faithfully as her own: each session of fucking in 
bed, the interchange of partners . . . the repetition of the 
wine-christening ceremonies. All of it flowed from her busy pen. 

But it was not to last, and it ended, for the time being, as quickly as it 
had started. One late Sunday afternoon, after a wondrous session in the 
girl's bedroom, the four youngsters eagerly laid plans for a trip into the 
mountains for the following weekend. All the next day the two girls talked 
excitedly of the plans, June chortling with her delight and anticipation. 
Then, Tuesday evening, the phone rang ... It was Tom, sounding very hang-dog 
about something. 

" 'Fraid we can't make it this weekend, kid," he finally told her, "not up 
to the mountains, not any place like that. Shee-it!" 

"Why, Tom?" June wanted to know, feeling her disappointment keenly. "What 
can I tell poor Connie? She was counting on it so-and getting with that big 
digger of Len's. She calls it his third wrist." 

They laughed for a minute. "I know," said Tom, growing serious again, "he's 
been usin' it so much, he says it's beginnin' to hurt. But, shee-it. Don't 
let that worry you. That's not the trouble right now." 

"Well," asked June, "what is?" 

"Got a letter from my parents this morning," Tom told her, "they're coming 
into town for a visit. From the looks of the letter, they could be driving 
in either tonight or early tomorrow morning ... and then they'll be staying 
the weekend. 

"Y' know," Tom went on, "my dad's an old grad, and there are still a few of 
his old profs around he'd like to see. So they'll be stayin' on through the 
middle of next week ... and I'll be taggin' along with them, showin' them 
all the new things." 

"Well, I guess you've got to," agreed June, reluctantly, seeing that it was 
shot for this weekend. 

"Yeah," said Tom, "But that isn't all. Then they want me to go down to 
Washington with them for a week or ten days. That's okay, 'cause I'll like 
that ... I'll be missing classes, but not too many. I'll be ready then to 
start studying for mid-terms ..." 

"Oh-oh," said June, "it looks like you'll be busy. What about Len?" 

"Well, my roommate's got problems," said Tom, "seems like the football coach 
really read the boys the riot act about staying in training. Coach is 
keepin' the whole bunch of them absolutely in-car-cer-ated this coming 
weekend, and makin' them work-out like crazy. You know, the next weekend 
after this is the first big out-of-town game ... so they've gotta be ready." 

"So," said June with a resigned sigh, "That's the way it goes." 

"Maybe we'll have time for a hamburger at least one of these days," Tom 
said. 

"Big deal," said June. Then they said their good-byes and rang off. Well, 
they'd have other weekends and days in-between. But June began to wonder how 
Connie would take the disappointing news. 

Then June went to the mailbox, and found a letter from a former high school 
chum, Linda Kelly. Much to her surprise, Linda informed her that she'd like 
to come for a visit and wondered if this weekend would be all right. June 
sat down immediately and wrote her to come: that the weekend was free, and 
that she and Connie, her roommate, would be glad to see her. Linda, June 
thought, was cute, with her bobbed red hair, and sparkling blue eyes ... and 
she had a really beautiful body. Besides, Linda was an awfully good sport, 
and ready for anything. It would be good to see her; Connie would be glad 
too. 

When June told Connie late that afternoon about the boys' disappointment of 
the weekend, Connie seemed dejected at first, but then took it in her 
stride. 

"The trouble is," Connie said over supper, "by the weekend I'll be so hot 
and horny, I'll be ready for anything with a cock ..." 

This was unlike Connie, thought June, but she's learning. 

"Yeah," she said. "It'll be at least a week before we can even hope to get 
laid, unless we go out for something else. And I'm not so sure of this 
catch-as-catch-can bit, if you see what I mean." 

June was thinking of her pick-up meeting with Roy, and all that had led to. 
It had been groovy with Roy, and that fellow, Al. But enough was enough! 

Connie nodded her agreement. They did the dishes then tried for an hour or 
so to get some studying accomplished. But the two girls were so lonely, all 
of a sudden they decided to sleep together in the big double bed, instead of 
Connie's going to her own little single one. They rolled and thrashed and 
even tried to cuddle together just to see if they could fall asleep that 
way. My cunt's so hot, thought Connie, it's snapping down there. She rolled 
away from June and reached over to turn on the light. The tall, rounded 
pencil case standing at the corner of the table was the first thing that 
caught her eye. Then she thought of brother Jack ... and then, shaking her 
head, she thought of Foxie, the family basset hound and the way the dog had 
fucked Aunt Kathy. She decided now was the time to tell June all about 
everything. 

Finding that June was now sitting up, looking at her and squinting in the 
light, she began to talk, spilling out the tale rapidly. June seemed hardly 
surprised when she talked about Jack's long, hard prick and the affair that 
had started during those moments when they had watched Foxie at work through 
the crack of Aunt Kathy's bedroom door. Connie dwelt in much detail about 
the dog's long red tongue delving into her aunt's hairy muff and the way the 
long pointed cock looked as the dog humped. 

At first June had laughed at the thought ... but then, as Connie bore home 
the details, she saw a look of weird excitement coming into her eyes. It was 
obvious that June was beginning to dig the idea. 

"OOh-hh," said Connie, her hands lowering on herself, "I could go right down 
to the house and get Foxie and bring him back. What do you think?" 

"No-oo," said June, thinking of the possibility, "better wait until 
tomorrow. It's so late now, you'd have a hard time explaining it to your 
folks-and your brother'd know exactly what was up. Wait. We'll just keep him 
a little while." 

"You're interested, then?" Connie wanted to know. 

"Sure, why not?" June said, and began to ask a few questions. Connie 
admitted that the dog's prick was nothing like a boy's-but it was big enough 
and awfully active. Then, there was that long, mushy, probing tongue. 

The next day, when June had returned from her last class, she found Foxie 
waiting to greet her at the door. Connie was in the kitchen calmly sipping a 
cola. The two girls exchanged only a few words, then, hardly able to wait, 
they went to the bedroom and quickly stripped off their clothes. Foxie had 
trotted in behind them and now watched their every move, tail wagging. 

"You go first, Connie," June said, "since you've at least seen what's 
supposed to go on." 

Anxious to have any kind of action around her cunt, Connie quickly lay on 
the bed and flattened herself on the old wine-soaked blanket she had already 
spread over the good chenille. She remained close to the edge of the bed and 
then opened her legs as wide as she comfortably could. The tender thatch of 
hairs around her cunt was already juicing-up. It didn't take the dog long to 
get the idea. He walked to the side of the bed, placed his head between 
Connie's thighs . .. and in a second had his nose pushing into her pussy. He 
nudged in deeper, snuffling and sniffing. Then he began to lick, leaning his 
head against the girl's inner thigh. Then his long, thick tongue licked 
harder and harder, its end concentrating on the pink lips of her cunt. 

"Oooo-hhhh, that's it. That's it! Ooohhh!" Connie was already gasping, 
"maybe it's not as good as a boy or a man. But it's ... so-ooo ... 
thorough!" 

She pulled the lips of her pussy even further apart, to let the dog's tongue 
get inside her gaping hole a little easier, a little harder. This only 
served to spur the dog on and he slushed his tongue with long, hard, 
lingering strokes across the wet, matting hairs of Connie's welcoming cunt. 
Foxie was wagging his tail now and he made little grunting, whining sounds. 

"Ummm-mm," moaned Connie, as June hovered close by, watching the whole 
process, "that hurts .. . just a bit ..." Connie tongued her own lips. "Uh 
... uh! Maybe you'd best be careful he doesn't lick you too hard ... UHHH!" 
she shuddered with sensation. 

She began to moan deep in her throat; at the same time she started to 
undulate her hips, round and round, grinding in time with the dog's long, 
hot licking tongue. 

"OOOhhh! That is good!" she moaned louder this time, "just the right thing 
for a cunt on a lonely evening!" 

As June watched, she began to feel hot and weak all at once. It was such a 
sight to see-and it did look good. Sooo good. Watching the red-pink tongue 
plunging and licking around Connie's wide open cunt, she could picture the 
sight of a hard cock, like Tom's, sliding in and out. This made her hotter, 
and now she could hardly wait for it to be her turn. Connie was gyrating her 
hips very fast now and the dog's actions were just as fast as he kept his 
mastery over the welling love-hole. Frantically, Connie moved her head back 
and forth on the pillow. "UUUUHHHH ... UHHHHH. UHHH!" she cried, "oh, this 
is what I like! This eea-ting! I like it best of all!" 

Standing there, June reached down to feel her own hot pussy. With her thumbs 
and fingers, she pulled the lips of it far apart and spread her legs. She 
arched herself backward, her creamy tits round and full on her chest. She 
waggled her shoulders to move her big globes around in a hot circular 
motion. Her cunt was a pink-red and beginning to throb out some juice. Now 
she wanted Connie to hurry and get her cookies off just so she could get in 
on the fun. 

Connie was still letting Foxie sniff and lick into her red, swollen box. 
Then she lay again flat on the bed, toward its center, and coaxed Foxie up 
to her. Tail still wagging, red tongue slobbering, he soon found her cunt 
again and began to lick it more. Connie reached down with her fingers to 
spread her cunt-lips even wider and the dog inserted his tongue right 
inside. 

"OOOHHHHHHH!" she screamed, "he's got it right up in there. Jee-zus! It 
feels mir-a-cu-lous!" 

June's breath was coming in gasps that matched 

Connie's in intensity. She had already inserted a finger inside her twat. 

"Connie! Let him fuck you ... you know ... like you saw your aunt do it. Let 
him fuck you ... !" 

"Okay," gasped the gin, "but help him on, just a little. Show him. I want to 
be sure it's in the right place!" 

June was beside herself with lust. She wasn't even sure she was capable of 
walking over to the bed ... let alone helping. She had begun finger-fucking 
her creamy cunt, feeling its throbbing heat. 

June pressed over the bed and reached under the dog to feel where his cock 
was, there inside its fleshy case of hairy skin. She began to massage it .. 
. and soon it came out, exposing itself and its long red, and pointed shaft. 
She managed to massage it more energetically, Foxie occasionally 
interrupting himself to turn his head to see what she was doing. Then the 
red cock reached its full hard-on stage, and June began to urge the dog up 
and forward to Connie's waiting cunt. The dog crawled up over the reclining 
girl's body and the cock hovered for a moment then slid into her dripping 
pussy. Quickly humping and spasming his rear, the dog began to fuck Connie, 
pushing his furry body up and in, beginning to rut deeply into her. He 
fucked faster and faster, whining, his head pointed to the ceiling. 

June had never seen anything like it before and the increasing eagerness of 
the two involved in the fascinating scene. Connie moaned even more loudly as 
she felt the heat of the dog's belly against hers. She was trying to move 
her hips in the fast time of the dog's thrusting motions, but it was all she 
could do to keep up with them. 

Suddenly, Foxie gave a quick yelp, a half-bark, and his nuts blew their 
whole load right into her seething cunt. As soon as he was finished humping, 
he got off her body and began again to lick long and hard at her cunt. 

"Ohhh-h. Yess-sss!" cried Connie feverishly, "that's it again! Just keep 
licking me, Foxie, until I cum-mmmmm!" 

Her hips were now moving as though there were no tomorrow. "OH, OH, OH!" she 
cried, "OH YESS-SS. Eat me. EAT ME'" 

Then she was riding the crest of her passion, her motions becoming violent. 
She rolled her head from side to side and moved her body up and down to make 
the dog's tongue reach into each of her places of pleasure. And then it 
came, her hips thrusting and writhing. She flowed like Vesuvius. 

By this time, June was in a state of eager excitement -eager, demanding, 
hot. Her fingers were busier and busier up and down the oozing moistness of 
her hair-framed pussy. "Hurry, Connie, and get off that fuckin' bed. I can't 
wait to get that long tongue into my crack. I'm so hot now, I...OH-hh. 
Hurry!" 

As she stood there, June's fingers prodded open her own cunt, squeezing at 
its lips. Connie got up from the bed, and June rapidly took her place ... 
lying flat, with her thighs far apart. Immediately, the dog began his work 
on her. Combined with the sights she had witnessed and the manipulation she 
had been giving herself, the dog's tongue soon sent her into a frenzy. Now 
it was she tossing her head back and forth on the pillow, hips pistoning up 
and down to meet the dog's deep nuzzling. 

"Wow, Connie-baby," she gasped, "this was a fantastic idea! Does he ... does 
he fuck any good?" 

"Not really," said Connie, "his prick's not big enough around .. . like the 
boys we know. It's not really long enough either. But he sure can do that 
thing with that wild tongue of his!" 

Now June did the same thing that Connie had done before: spread her soft, 
meaty cunt-lips wider for the dog to lick as hard as he could. He rammed his 
soft, wet tongue over them as if to make them raw, then pushed it up into 
her twat as far as he could make it go! 

"It's just like a ..." June began, then gasped, "like a cock going in and 
out of me! Wow! I wish he'd stick it up there and leave it... right in!" 

Soon she could hardly take it any longer. She probed and played with her 
hole as the dog licked around it. This made him speed up his efforts ... and 
before long he was licking so furiously into June's snapping love-hole, that 
she began to chafe at her clit -the knobby up-standing little 
passion-button. Her whole cunt was throbbing as if it had a heart of its 
own. To her own touch it felt hotter than she could ever remember. 

"Ohh-hh, come on, doggie! Eat me!" she moaned, "eat me up!" She was whipping 
her hips from side to side, grinding her cunt forward, into his curling, 
lapping tongue. "Eat my little guts out!" 

Her entire body surged and convulsed as the dog's tongue made it right into 
exactly where she lived, where it was all at. And she came, and came, and 
CAME-over and over again-the cascades of cum-juice rolling down her inner 
thighs. Instead of subsiding his actions, the dog licked harder and harder 
as the taste and smell of the female cum raced across his tongue. He began 
to go into a sort of frenzy .. . and he licked and lapped, his long, wet 
tongue swirling and swivel-ing. Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer, 
having spent herself, and tried to pull away from him. He tried to follow, 
clawing to stay on top of her, but she succeeded in shooing him away. He 
jumped off the bed to the floor, then sat and began to lick himself. 

"Persistent little guy, isn't he?" June laughed, "and I'll say one thing, 
when there isn't a man's tongue or anything else to do the job on my pussy, 
he's elected!" 

Both girls laughed, and Foxie barked and wagged his tail. But Connie seemed 
ready for something more. She began to walk toward the bed. 

"I think I'm ready again," said Connie, the schoolgirl giggle in her voice. 
Then she stepped over to the dog, her bare legs spreading over him. Eagerly, 
Foxie sat up, one paw on Connie's thigh. He nuzzled into her box and began 
to lick her all over again. For moments she stood there letting it happen, 
letting him lick her. She let it build up a little while longer, then went 
over to the bed. 

"June," she began to ask, "have you ever been fucked up the rear ... you 
know, in the ass?" 

"No, of course not," June answered her, "I never have. Is that what you're 
going to have him do to you?" 

"Why not? I've always wondered what it felt like," Connie admitted, "with 
anybody like Len, or Jack, or Tom-I've never dared. But Foxie's cock is just 
a bit bigger than two fingers around. And I've had fingers enough up there 
before. And it felt good. So. Why not see what it feels like to get really 
fucked up in there?" 

Connie let the dog lick her a little longer. Then she went to the bed, but 
mounted herself on it on her hands and knees, her tits hanging like fleshy 
cups under her chest. The dog followed along behind her. Right away he 
scented out her snatch and began licking into it again. 

"Oh," cried Connie, "but now he's licking my asshole! Oh, it feels so funny! 
And good! OH! OH! Ohh-hhh!" She began to squeal, and rammed her fistful of 
fingers up into her oozing cunt. 

She sank her ass backward into the dog's probing muzzle, trying to give him 
the idea of what she wanted. Looking on, June could see that the dog's prick 
was more than starting to emerge from its large encasement of flesh. Then, 
without further ado, he hopped up behind her, trying to find her hole. His 
red cock was even farther out than it was before. 

"Help him, June," cried Connie, "please help him!" 

June quickly guided the dog's red prick right into Connie's tight, reaming 
little asshole. The red and pointed tip inserted itself immediately. Then, 
spurred on by the sensations in the tip of his cock, the dog began to lunge 
in and out, his hindquarters lurching and humping, strongly and wildly. Her 
smooth, creamy ass quivered and shook under the onslaught of the dog's 
fucking as he increased his attack. 

"Oh, myyy!" she gasped, "that's beginning to hurt! Make him stop for a 
minute, while I get used to it!" 

"Can you loosen yourself a little?" June asked, her hands on both joined 
bodies. 

"Yep. I'll try," came the answer, while Connie relaxed her tight inner 
sphincters, "I-I guess I can manage." 

In a minute, the dog began to hump hard, back and forth, his cock sliding in 
and out of the tight aperture. Connie now responded to each of his rapid 
motions. 

"How's it feel now, Connie?" came the solicitous question. 

"Oohh-hh! Bitchin'," cried Connie. 

In time with all other movements, Connie began to finger her hairy little 
cunt, while the dog, his breath coming in miniature yelps, battered and 
humped in and out of her rectum. Soon, with the help of her busy hand, 
Connie began to feel the tell-tale tingles ... the hot sensations which 
always told her a hot cum was on the way. She played with herself harder, 
massaging her little clit furiously ... pushing the fingers of her other 
hand up into her streaming twat. 

Now the dog was really working into her rear entry and she found herself 
enjoying it more and more immensely. As his motions accelerated, her own 
surges speeded up to correspond with them. "OOOHHHH!" she was moaning now, 
"you've . .. uh . .. got to try this ... UHH .. . June," she was babbling, 
"it's really the most!" 

While June had her doubts, she thought that as long as there were no 
boy-funsies to be had, she might as well try. 

"I'll wait till I really want it again," she told Connie. 

But Connie, her hips in a blur of motion, hardly heard her. She had begun to 
soar into her climax, huffing, gasping. 

Connie was still squeezing her asshole around the dog's plunging long prick. 
She ground her fingers into her cunt. Then suddenly she was trembling, 
shaking ... till she came for the second time under the dog's onslaughts. 
She squeezed her deep-insides, and bucked back into the dog's prick as it 
rammed in and out of her backside. She kept on squeezing the dog's cock with 
her inner muscles-enough, she thought, to have squeezed it off! 

But there it was, more and more smoothly shoving in and out of her anus ... 
long and red and slippery. Now she massaged and fingered her clit harshly. 
The fingers of her other hand fondled and rubbed the walls of her hot, 
shooting cunt. 

"UH-UH-UH!" she moaned, burying her face into the pillow as if she were 
trying to smother herself. "What a real groovy feeling! A cock . . . and up 
my ass! Now all I wish is that I had another one up my cunt!" 

It took Connie several moments just to spend herself. Foxie, the basset 
hound, jumped his long low body off the bed, whimpering. Then he ran to a 
corner, sat down, and began to lick his parts, as if they were sore. After a 
few minutes, he sprawled flat on the floor with a thump and a grunt. 

June lay down on the bed, beside the exhausted Connie and began to comfort 
her. This time, with a certain boldness, she ran her fingers over the 
satin-pink surfaces of Connie's left breast until Connie shuddered. Then 
June lay one of her thighs over Connie's, and the two girls lay there, 
strangely at peace with each other. They had been roommates for just a 
little more than three weeks, but what a full three weeks it had been! 
Already they both knew that it was a period neither would ever forget. In 
their sudden euphoria they almost fell asleep, but suddenly Connie stirred. 

"June," she said, "I'd better borrow your VW for a few minutes, and take 
little Foxie-boy home. There won't be time tomorrow morning and I can't 
leave him here while we go to classes. It won't take long and, believe me, 
I'll come right back." 

"Okay. Sure. Good idea." June had raised herself on an elbow and was gazing 
at Connie's alabaster body, noting its delicate sprinkling of freckles. 
"But, say, I forgot to tell you something." 

Connie looked at her, waiting in newly-aroused curiosity. She raised herself 
on her elbows, her thigh pressing against June's. 

"I got a letter today and I just simply forgot to tell you in all the 
this-and-that, the excitement, and all." She looked down at the sleeping 
body of Foxie. "It was from an old friend from back home. Linda Kelly. Her 
full name is Linda Ann, but she always just goes by just plain Linda. 

"Well, she wrote to say that she's nearby, traveling with some friends. Or, 
anyway, she will be. And she wanted to know if she couldn't pop in here this 
weekend, and stay for a couple of days. I wrote her right back, this 
morning, telling her it would be great to see her .. . and, oh, it really 
would! You've got to meet her. You've simply got to!" 

"Oh? What's she like?" Connie wanted to know, her interest perking. 

"Well, she's a redhead, for one thing," June began slowly, "and lots of fun. 
She's tall, for a girl, and she's got blue, blue eyes . .. and a big laugh. 
She's really great. And, er ..." 

"Yes, what?" 

"Well, Linda, you know," June said this hesitantly. "Well . . . she started 
me on all this . .." June pointed to her own crispy haired cunt, "and what 
to do with it." 

"Oh?" Connie said this with her eyes as big as saucers. "Gee. That sounds 
groovy! Oh, that'll be great, having her here. I mean . . ." 

But Connie had already jumped off the bed, and was starting to reach for her 
clothes to get her errand with Foxie over with and to get back. Finishing 
her dressing, she looked down at June. June was looking at the blue plastic 
pencil case on the table . . . and its strangely phallic shape. 

"I'll be right back," said Connie, and bent down to kiss June on the 
forehead. "C'mon, Foxie. Let's go home!" She commanded. 

Slowly, the dog lurched to his feet, stretched and yawned. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Saturday mornings, Connie had one class, a ten o'clocker-and a real drag, 
just because of the day and the hour. This particular Saturday, Len and Tom 
were all tied up and she and June wouldn't be seeing them. 

But now, suddenly, it didn't matter. She was looking forward so very much to 
Linda's arrival that she skipped about the kitchen, preparing breakfast and 
a pot of coffee. She was so glad that she had moved in with June, she 
couldn't contain herself .. . and after the ten o'clocker, she'd go to the 
library, the Big Libe, and look up some stuff she'd be needing for a term 
paper. 

"When d'you think she'll be here?" she kept asking June. "When d'you think 
.. ?" 

And June said, smiling at the young eagerness, "Oh, she'll prob'ly be here 
by the time you get back, if I know you." 

And so it was ... Not even two hours after Connie had left the apartment, 
there came the sound of footsteps on the hall staircase, a knock on the 
door. June ran and opened it wide. There, in all her smartly dressed 
freshness, was her old friend. 

"We-ell," Linda chortled, stretching her arms outward, "my Lord! June, baby! 
Long time no see ... to, er, use an old phrase." 

June could see Linda fairly sparkling with her good humor ... and all her 
old ways. Gee, it was good to see her! June shut the door behind them. Then 
they wrapped their arms about each other and pecked each other on the cheek. 

"Christmas, Linda! It's good to see you. What brings you abroad in this part 
of the world?" 

Linda threw back her head and laughed. "What broad in what part of the 
world?" she said, barging into the living room and throwing off her plaid, 
fur-collared jacket. "Jeez! You know there's room for a horny broad in any 
part of this horny old world. A broad aboard is what makes the world turn on 
its fuckin'axis!" 

"And how's the old judge?" June was referring to Linda's father whom she 
always pictured as walking sedately in his black robes of office. 

"The judge is just fine," laughed Linda, "and sitting on his axis. He wanted 
to be remembered, of course." 

The two girls laughed again, and hooked their arms around each other. 

"Coffee, anyone?" asked June, suddenly eager to be doing something. 

"Oh, coffee-schmoffee," chuckled Linda, "Oh, well. Sure. If you've got some 
ready." 

They went into the kitchen and June tinkered with some fresh cups. "So tell 
me, seriously," June began, "what brings you to the environs of Riley 
College? It can't be just to see little ol' me. Can it?" 

"Oh, yes, it can!" said Linda, looking at June's figure with meaning, and 
June caught it. "Oh, except I came up here with a friend who wanted to look 
in on a boyfriend by the name of Jack. Jack Rickards, I think." 

"Oh, my God," cried June, "that's got to be the brother of my--my, er, 
roommate, Connie. What a small world!" 

"To be a-broad in," said Linda wryly. "Your roommate?" Now Linda looked 
around her. "Oh, marvelous! I can hardly wait. But this brother, or whoever 
he is. Apparently he has some kind of hang-ups, tho' my friend doesn't know 
what they are exactly. But she'll manage ..." 

"Oh, good," said June, clapping her hands together. "Connie . . . that's my 
roommate ... she had some momentary hang-ups, too. But I think she's getting 
over them now." 

"I'll bet," said Linda, a sparkle in her blue eyes. Sitting with their cups 
in the living room, June sketched the story of their short time of living 
with Connie. Although she knew that she could have told Linda the fuck about 
everything, she carefully avoided getting into the subject of Connie and her 
brother, little Foxie and what had happened the other night. Instead, she 
dwelt mainly on the details of their friendship with Tom and Len, from the 
time she'd dropped her book at Tom's feet, till . . . 

"Oohh-hh," cried Linda, "that's turnin' me on ... that thick prick of that 
one boy sounds like too much! They're great that way! Gives you so much to 
grab hold of and grip real tight.. . Oohh!" 

June hardly had time now to go into anything about Roy-and Al with that 
enormous whang of his. Besides, that was still beyond belief. Over the past 
two weeks, that had all receded into the limbo of what seemed like a dream. 

Linda, in her excitement, had removed her blouse and now draped herself 
right across June's lap as she sat on the couch-the couch which had already 
seen so much action. Then, Linda reached behind herself, arching her neck. 
She flipped up her skirt high along her well-shaped thighs. June felt the 
snug warmness of her friend's ass, that beautifully shaped behind. She 
quickly recalled some of their past, and early experiences; but now she was 
curious about what would be happening. Linda had tried before to sound her 
feelings about girls turning on with each other and there had been 
experimental kisses and gropings. 

"Want some more coffee?" she said, breaking off her own thoughts. 

"No thanks, honey," Linda answered with a flip of her wrist, "but I'd like 
to take a nice hot shower. We've been driving most of the night, and that 
sure would feel good." 

"Oh, of course," said June quickly. "I should have thought of it. Come on to 
the bedroom. Then I'll show you where everything is." 

"Ooo-oo good!" said Linda, then winked a long-lashed eye at her. "I'll bet 
you know where everything is!" 

The girls giggled and, taking her visitor by the hand, June led the way to 
the other rooms. She felt Linda's hand drop from her waist to the soft curve 
of her left buttock. She liked the sensation and, while briefly wondering 
where Connie might be at this minute, was glad that it was Linda doing it. 

"You really have a lovely little seat, June," said Linda, freeing her hand, 
then looking about the room. Her eyes lighted upon the bed, the other 
appointments, then finally rested on Connie's blue plastic pencil case. 
"What's that?" she asked, pointing, and emphasizing the last word of her 
question. 

June told her, and even removed the top of the case to show Linda its 
contents. Already Linda was laughing. "Oh, my lord!" she said between 
giggles, "what a pretty thing! Ha, ha, ha! But ... I'd call it something 
else!" 

"You would?" asked June. "What?" 

"A dildo!" exclaimed Linda, taking the top of the case from her friend's 
hand and screwing it back on. 

"What's that?" June asked, pretending innocence. 

"Maybe I'll show you," Linda smiled at her, "if you're a good girl. Come on. 
Why don't you get undressed too, and we'll talk more while we take a shower 
together. That would be real groovy." 

Linda was already unzipping the side of her skirt and shaking her fanny 
while she edged the garment down over her long, shapely legs. Then came her 
bra from her shoulders. The small, firm roundness of her tits protruded 
invitingly and shone in the light streaming through the window. June 
marveled at their creamy whiteness, the red-raspberry nipples. June 
unconsciously licked her lips. She had an idea where this was leading but, 
because it was Linda, she didn't care. Sure a shower would be fun! And then 
. . . ? Again she thought of Connie. With questions poised on her lips, June 
began to take off her scant house-clothing-the flimsy, sheer pants-suit she 
usually wore around the pad on Saturdays. 

Once, she remembered, Linda had asked her, sounding her out, how she felt 
about girls turning on with each other. Now June hardly remembered her own 
answer, although there were her vague words about its depending how you felt 
about the person involved. 

By this time, just watching Linda's graceful, long-legged motions and with 
all the talk they'd been having, she knew she was being turned on. And she 
enjoyed Linda's steady reassuring chatter which was going on almost 
uninterruptedly. Her hips were moving lazily in their thin panties, and June 
suddenly felt herself reaching out to pat her friend's buttocks, caressing 
them. She felt the soft shivering under the stroking of her palm. 

"You've got a lovely seat, too, Linda," she murmured. By this time they were 
in the bathroom adjacent and Linda suddenly slipped off her sheer panties, 
kicking them aside. Then she leaned back and forth, sighed deeply as she 
moved her long legs in a languorous rhythm as June continued to fondle her 
bare and naked bottom. Their talk and chatter had ceased and 

Linda moved closer, making her entire ass more available to June's caressing 
hand. 

"Ohh-hh, that feels good," said Linda, with another sigh. She had found the 
correct handles for the shower and soon the warm water flowed. Both girls 
trailed their hands under the warming water. "I'm ready," said Linda. "Let's 
go!" 

With that, Linda put her hand about June's body, and guided her inside the 
stall. The water now cascaded over them and June watched her friend pick up 
the sweet-smelling soap and start to rub it over her bosom, rubbing the 
lather plentifully between her round, cupped breasts. Linda looked at her 
with open admiration in her eyes, then without a word began to apply the 
soap to June's body. She massaged first around June's shoulders then around 
under her arms, applying the smoothness of her lathered hands. It began to 
drive June out of her mind and she threw back her head and shut her eyes 
tightly. Linda's hands and palms now curled under June's armpits to her soft 
shoulder blades, lathering them fully. Then they stroked down June's sides 
and began to wash around her lower back. 

June kept her eyes closed, feeling all the warm, wild sensations. The water 
went on with its soothing cascades over their nearly joined bodies. She 
found Linda's shoulders, then pressed the palms of her own hands about 
Linda's neck, pressing it softly, urging Linda forward. It was an open 
invitation which Linda accepted promptly. In seconds, Linda's open mouth was 
pressed against the skin of her lower neck, sucking at it, then probing 
against it with her tongue-tip. Then Linda lowered her head more, and began 
racing her mouth to the wide, round suppleness of June's tits, firming hands 
cupping them, then raising the stiffening nipples to her eager, hot mouth. 

"Ohh-hhng!" gasped June. "Ohh-hhng!" 

Then Linda's lips moved quickly to hers and began kissing her on the mouth. 
June, throwing all her inhibitions to the winds, kissed back frantically. 
The two girls clutched each other under the streaming shower, their hands 
playing with rapid strokes into each other's hairy muffs, probing at waiting 
cunt-lips. 

Suddenly, June broke away. "Let's get out of here!" she said feverishly. 
"Let's get into the other room. Connie might be getting home almost any time 
. . ." 

Linda was silent for another moment as June now stroked her breasts, then 
her creamy ass in concentric circles. "Right-ee-o!" whispered Linda, and her 
hands went to the shower faucets, turning them off. 

With rapid, but ginger steps, the two girls jumped out of the shower, and 
reached for towels. Then they began to rub each other's bodies, drying them 
as quickly as they could. Both were now eager to get to the bedroom where 
they could explore each other fully. Linda languidly dropped to the bed, and 
lay quietly for a second, her chest and up-tilted breasts rising and 
falling. She propped herself on her left elbow and moved her shapely leg up 
and forward, crooking a knee. She regarded June quietly. June moved to the 
bed, lowering herself to two welcoming arms. 

"You know," Linda said at last, "sometimes it's not easy being a girl." 

"Why?" asked June, but nodded her head as if in agreement. 

"Oh, with boys, I mean." Linda lifted her head toward June. "Especially if 
you give them what they want. Then half the time, it turns out not to be 
what they wanted at all-and you're right back where you started. I spend a 
lot of time just trying to figure it all out, and then I give it up." She 
sighed and turned completely on her side, facing June. "But with girls ... 
it's different." 

"Oh, well," June interrupted her, and couldn't help preening a bit, "I 
haven't done too badly." 

"Really?" Linda put on a serious expression, her eyes, under their long, 
upward-curved eyelashes, looking at June deeply. "Well, maybe you mean for 
the time being. But for the long run, how do you know? 

They're so fickle ... but girls aren't. Not at all. And you and I ... Old 
friends like old books ..." 

June wasn't completely sure what Linda was driving at, but she had leaned 
her naked back against Linda's thigh, her hand toying with the kneecap, then 
wandering down along the inside of a soft thigh. 

"Your hand is getting to me! Ooh!" Linda suddenly said in very low tones. 

"Well ... oh. It is?" For a moment, June stopped her soft stroking, though 
she wanted something from this beautiful girl. "Shall I stop?" 

"No-oo. It feels nice. And, besides, it's you. Now if a boy were doing it. 
You know, pow! I'd be waiting for him to grab!" 

"So." June knew her own mind on this subject. "Let him grab! Seriously. From 
the evidence, er, here at hand-I wouldn't blame him." 

"You sound like the judge," said Linda, and began to stroke up and down 
June's shoulder blades, Then she let her hand wander to the side and press 
into the softness of the lower edge of one of the girl's beautiful globes. 
Their preliminary activities in the shower seemed to have been all 
forgotten, shyness again intruding. Both wondered at it, and what they were 
waiting for. 

"I'm liable to grab you, instead!" Linda smiled and pressured her hand where 
it counted most, right over the up-thrusting tip of one of June's breasts, 
feeling the nipple. 

June hardly budged, and resumed her half-patting, half-stroking caresses on 
Linda's soft rear. "Mmmm-nnnn." Linda sounded almost drowsy. "I had a 
girlfriend at camp one summer. And after the lights were out and we were 
alone in the tent, we'd start playing with each other." 

"I've come to the conclusion that most women really dig it-you know, under 
certain circumstances. Sometimes, I think it's in spite of what they're 
getting from their men ..." June decided to become more open. "I-I think 
that my roommate and I are on the verge 

... of something. Sometimes it's even after we've had the whirlwind with our 
boyfriends. I dunno ... she's lying over there sometimes on that single bed, 
and I can, you know, hear her sleeping! Then she moves around, and . . . 
Well, more lately, we've been sleeping together in this bed." June patted 
where they were lying. 

"Really?" Linda indicated her interest. "Well, don't think I can't 
understand it, 'cause I can. A man's body is hard, and muscled. So much so, 
it's even uncomfortable sometimes, while a girl's . .." 

"Is soft and round and fully packed," June finished for her. "And sweet." 

Linda moved slightly forward and June could feel the warmth of her breath on 
her thigh. June impulsively bent her head and planted a kiss on Linda's 
lips. Linda's hand now cupped her left tit completely. June, nearly overcome 
with quick desire, lowered her face, her mouth, to the nude, up-tilted tits. 
She marveled at their perfection, the warm-looking areolas, the red, 
thrusting nipples. She looked down at the soft, round bowl of Linda's bare 
stomach. Then she gazed at the soft, hair-covered crotch and its triangle. 

Then she raised herself and pressed her open mouth over a warm, nude 
tit-covering first one, then the other, with her lips. Then she seemed to 
draw back from her boldness. Linda gasped, then did everything she could to 
encourage further advances. First, she gazed, putting longing into her 
expression, at the dark bush of June's pubic hairs. Then, she put her hand 
under one of June's swelling globes and began to knead the flesh of it. 

"June. Kidding around aside," Linda's voice was suddenly hoarse, "Let's ... 

"Let's?" 

"Yeah," Linda's voice was softer now, "Let's play games! You and I. I've 
really wanted to ever since ... well, long ago!" 

"Okay," June wanted nothing in the world for the moment more than this, "I'm 
game. If you are." 

"Okay," Linda lay back flat, exposing herself completely, yielding her long 
voluptuous body completely to her young friend, "I'm all yours." 

June pressed, then patted, then stroked her. Her hand wandered down closer 
to the soft-looking muff. She kissed one of the up-tilting breasts, her 
hands busy along Linda's sides. Then she began to wish that Connie were 
there, too. Where was Connie? Then she dropped her elbow over Linda's 
waiting body, resting it down on the chenille of the bedspread. Their faces 
met, breathing warmly upon each other. Then their lips met in a prolonged 
kiss. June now exposed herself to Linda, leaning her back firmly against 
Linda's thighs, her tits upending themselves. 

"I don't know, even, where to start on you," Linda said. "You're so-oo 
beautiful ... all over! So smooth and soft and warm. You'll never know how 
long I've waited for this." 

Her busy hands were flying over June's body .. . Then the two white bodies 
flung themselves together on the bed, belly-to-belly. Hands raced hotly. 
Again they exchanged a long, lingering kiss, tongue-tips probing each other. 

"MMM-mmmm!" Linda-said, when their mouths had separated long enough to 
breathe, "that was lovely!" 

"This'll be better," June said boldly. She drew the other girl's body 
towards her own soft warmth until Linda's perky breasts merged with June's 
larger ones. They were leaning against each other, June above Linda, 
beginning to press hard. June widened her legs, and let Linda slip downward 
... down ... 

"Ummmm," Linda barely breathed it. "It's your cunt. It feels good right 
there. Against mine. Ooohh-hh! Good! Uh! June, baby!" Linda threw herself 
over on her stomach ... and suddenly June was filling her hands with the 
softness, the pliable fullness of Linda's upturned ass. She kneaded at the 
soft flesh. Then she ran a finger up and down her friend's hairy crack, then 
plunged it inside the waiting moistness. 

"You're getting me hot!" Linda gasped. "So hot! 

Ooohh-hh! I can't stand it!" 

"And what happens when you get hot?" June was determined to remain mistress 
of the situation. But she wanted to know everything. 

"My pussy gets ... all wet." Linda's breathing was hard, rasping. Her lips 
quivered in her mounting passion, and she moistened them with her tongue. 

Linda was so gorgeous, a waiting Venus, but so warm and alive! June suddenly 
could hardly wait to devour her! Slowly, June separated Linda's ass-cheeks, 
the richness of their curves, then curved her hand so that her prodding 
fingers finally touched Linda's tender throbbing clit, Linda's hips thrust 
upward. 

June seemed to be the aggressor. She had Linda on her conscious mind, but 
down deeper her thoughts were of Connie . . . and Tom . . . and Roy. Damn 
Roy and all his bold, brash, fuckin' ways. Linda gave a little jump, then 
squirmed under June's touches. Suddenly she grasped the girl and rolled them 
both onto their sides. "Let's stop wasting time! What say?" Linda spoke 
deliberately. 

June pushed down beside Linda, and immediately cupped an urgent breast. With 
a quick-moving fingertip, she felt the heat of its end, the darker areola, 
the raspberry-colored nipple. Then, with wild abandon, she lowered her head 
and took all of it into her mouth. She began to tongue the hard, stiffening 
nipple steadily, until, in few seconds, a rash of gooseflesh appeared all 
over Linda's body. Along shiver ran through her and she murmured almost 
without a sound as June's hot tongue searched for some telling sign of 
erected attention. 

Linda kept one hand free to move over June's warm skin ... then, finally, to 
seek out the smooth slope of June's creamy stomach ... She stroked it 
gently, up and down. Then her hand dipped right into June's cunt, playing 
with it .. . toying ... feeling ... probing ... then she slipped still 
lower... 

"Ohh-hh, God! That's good," June moaned with her pleasure. A finger began to 
probe into the hairy triangle between her thighs and she leaned backward to 
allow the sliding finger a passageway. Then she focused her own attention on 
the honey-colored muff between Linda's legs. 

Linda's finger plunged and probed, then seemed to dance lightly along the 
path of June's pussy. The finger traced up and down the crease then lingered 
at the entrance of the moist hole. 

"June?" Linda was suddenly asking. June removed her mouth from Linda's lush, 
pear-shaped breast, its nipple now stiffened and hard. "Yes, what is it?" 

"I just want to look at your cunt," Linda said, simply. With this, June 
twisted her body around on the bed, and stretched out on her back. She 
lifted her legs, and uncrossed them. Then she widened them far apart, 
opening all for Linda to see. 

She heard the quick catching of Linda's breath as the girl gazed upon the 
dark thick fleeciness of the thatch, the pink-lipped gash barely hidden in 
the thicket of hairs. Linda now lowered her head until her mouth was just 
above June's cunt. June could feel the girl's warm breath against her most 
intimate sexual part. Then, suddenly, June was glad that Linda had not been 
too timid to have made the first moves. For a long time, she had wanted the 
utmost in intimacy with this tall, beautiful girl. Now she felt the girl's 
face pressing down into her waiting cunt, the planting of little warm kisses 
from its top to its bottom. 

This accomplished, Linda raised her head almost defiantly, looking into 
June's face. June quickly raised herself from the hips and threw her arms 
around her friend, clutching the perfect, satiny warmth of her body. She 
kissed her firmly on the mouth, just to show Linda that she, June, felt no 
revulsion about where her mouth had been. 

It was at this urgent moment, just as Linda began the return to her former 
target, that there came the sound of the apartment door closing, then quick 
footsteps. Then it was Connie, calling. 

"It's me! I'm back," she was saying. "What a drag this morning ... Oops!" 

The two girls had hardly had the time to fully disengage and were lying in 
nearly the same position, naked breasts exposed, cunts bare and ready. June 
stifled a cry of embarrassment, but Linda, hardly moving, merely looked at 
the young intruder, her blue eyes gazing steadily, with a question in them. 

Young, pert little Connie surveyed them quietly, then without a word of 
greeting, began to flutter her hands over her clothing ... removing them. 

"Well, June-bug," Connie said finally, "I was wondering if we'd ever get to 
this. And now ..." With a look at the other girl, "Hi. You must be Linda!" 

Connie had taken off her blue cardigan sweater and was now tugging her 
blouse off, over her head. Her hands were at the buttons and zipper of her 
skirt when she moved closer to the side of the bed. Linda was half-sitting, 
her eyes fastened on the perfect little body before her. Her hands went 
immediately about Connie's waist, drawing her still-clothed crotch to the 
warmth of her breath, which she blew slightly. "Oooh-hh," said Connie, 
"that's good!" 

"Come on, little Connie," said Linda, "let's help you get all undressed. 
First things first." 

Both June and Linda rose to their feet to help Connie out of her slip, with 
Linda awarding herself the job of unhooking her bra, and pulling it 
off-which she did gently, Connie's hand over her shoulder, pressing. 

"Look at those freckles!" exclaimed Linda, staring voluptuously, staring at 
the light-golden dusting on Connie's tender skin. Connie laughed gaily. "The 
fee is a kiss per freckle," she said, and began rubbing her belly with the 
flats of her palms. She next moved her hands downward to her flaring hips, 
then down along her thighs. 

"I claim first rights," put in June. "After all, we're roommates!" Then she 
dropped to her knees directly behind Connie who had spread her naked legs, 
her cunt brushing Linda's box. June began from behind, kissing the milky, 
soft cheeks, inch by inch by inch. 

"What beautiful skin you have!" Linda said, looking down into the valley 
between Connie's breasts. "June, did you ever see anything like it?" 

"No. Nor tasted anything like it. Yummm-mm, Connie!" Connie groaned in her 
throat as June now got to her feet and clasped her arms around her in a hug. 

No holds were barred now and the three girls were filled with desire, the 
wish to find pleasure with other women. 

"Now that I'm initiated," Connie began, "let me initiate you, Linda!" 

"That can wait, pretty one," Linda answered her. "We're going to be all 
getting down to the whole range of everything. Right now, I have a real 
thing about throbbing pussies ... such dee-licious pussies! Right now I want 
to suck yours, Connie. Then I want to suck June's. Ohh-hh, this is so 
great!" 

Connie permitted Linda to draw her close to the bed, while Linda sat on its 
edge. She dove down in front of Connie, her hands clasping harshly into the 
soft white ass, kneading into its flesh. Her tits were dragging across the 
fronts of Connie's bare thighs. Connie shivered, then wrapped her crossed 
arms around herself. Then she shoved her box forward. Linda raised her 
hands, pressed them under Connie's forearms and cupped her breasts. Then she 
brought them back down to spread Connie's thighs still further. This move 
disclosed the girl's compact, red-lipped twat nestling in the softness of 
the frame of hairs. 

"Oh-hh, look at that lovely thing, June!" Linda began smacking her lips. 
"Oohhh, I can taste it already!" 

With her hands still on Connie's thighs, she pulled the girl right into her 
parted mouth which now plunged ravenously round and round, up and down the 
urging pussy. A hissing sigh escaped Connie's lips as she felt the full 
attack of Linda's sucking, smacking lips and tongue. 

The long pink tongue flicked and flirted over all of Connie's exposed red 
slit ... searching, penetrating, probing the entire area! 

Muscles jumped under the surfaces of Connie's thighs as, standing, Connie 
drove her hips back and forth against Linda's head. Her eyes were closed as 
she savored all the wild stimulation of Linda's smacking lips as she worked 
busily at tonguing every square inch of the hungry pussy. 

Connie was squirming with the heat of it, her bare hips agitated and 
thrusting wildly, her tits bouncing. "Oooooo-hh! Ungg! What are you doing to 
ME-ee!" she cried. "Ohh-More ... MORE!" June clapped her hands along the 
girl's bobbing ass. 

With one quick forward motion, Linda lunged her head to suck half of 
Connie's gash into her mouth, sucking and tonguing without mercy. Again 
Connie squealed in delight and kept on bucking her hips strongly, forcing 
more of her excited cunt into Linda's eager, eating mouth. Linda chewed and 
sucked noisily, while Connie's thighs writhed like twin snakes. 

"Ohhh-hhh! Baby!" the girl gasped. Whereupon, Linda released her whole 
mouthful to dart her powerful tongue sharply into Connie's damp, 
tender-lipped hole. Linda took seconds to lick the gaping lips between each 
inward plunge of her tongue. "Aiee-eee!' Connie emitted a low scream and 
bucked again with her hips. 

Linda hunched her shoulders forward, leaning her head to the side, as she 
worked her glistening tongue like a little cock inside the girl's cunt. Then 
she took it out and sucked all of Connie's love-nest into hei mouth, her 
tongue rubbing up and down the centered slit. "OOOHHHH!" Connie cried, but 
her tone was lower, more suppressed. "OOOHHHH! I'm there. II'm THERE! 
Oooohhh. OOOOO!" 

She bucked and humped her buttocks furiously, feeling the onrush of 
exploding cum. She came fully, streaming her cum-stuff into Linda's mouth, 
which had remained glued to its spouting target, despite all of Connie's 
violent spasms. Linda sucked and swallowed feverishly, as the muscles of the 
girl's thighs firmed and hardened in uncontrollable climax. 

Finally, fully spent, Connie turned about, and sank back onto the bed. Lying 
down across the bed, she relaxed her taut muscles with a sigh, but Linda was 
over her in a second, her hot mouth licking up the last traces of cum she 
had somehow missed. 

"Ohh, June, it's as good as a man!" Connie gasped, a tremor running visibly 
through her body. In the meantime, June had not been idle. She had been 
tracing eager hands and palms over Linda's shoulders, cupping and stroking 
at her swinging tits. Suddenly she remembered. 

"I wish we had a dildo," she said, "since we're talking about male pricks. 
It's those prongs guys have between their legs that make them think they're 
lord and master of everything. But we'll show them!" 

This was a surprising outburst, coming from June. Both girls looked at her 
in amazement. "A dildo?" exclaimed Connie, who was really in the dark. 
"What's that?" 

"They're things that resemble a male organ. Just like them, they come in all 
sizes ... and they're things we can stick up right into where it really 
counts," Linda explained, but already her eyes had followed June's to the 
night-table beside the bed, where Connie's innocent blue plastic pencil case 
stood invitingly. "Besides," Linda went on, "you have one. Right here!" 

She reached for the oblong container, with its smooth rounded head, and 
began screwing and unscrewing its top. But her amusement was over abruptly, 
for Linda was motioning her to the bed, to lie beside Connie, with the crook 
of her legs over its edge. Connie moved over slightly, her bow-like lips 
parted and moistening, and she leaned her head on an elbow. She wanted to 
see all of the promising demonstration from start to finish. 

She watched as Linda first lowered her head over June's middle, then dove 
her lips and her moving tongue over June's dark-haired muffin. There was 
already a considerable amount of the flow of the hot, exposed cunt shining 
around the gaping aperture. With one hand, Linda grasped the blue plastic 
pencil case, poising it inches above June's twat. With the other, she began 
to press upward against one of June's tits, massaging it in round-and-round 
motions. Connie could see the stiffened nipple, and marveled at the easy 
suppleness of the flesh of the whole breast. 

At once, Connie lowered her mouth to June's other upraised tit to kiss it, 
to lave its hard nipple with her tongue. She then placed one hand about the 
soft warmth of Linda's neck, pressing it with urgent motions. She watched 
while June opened wide her thighs to welcome in the makeshift dildo. The 
rounded head of it was now pressed against the lips of June's cunt, which 
seemed now to begin to wrap themselves against the hard object. A quick 
tremor rippled through June's body as Linda, with short, sharp twisting 
motions plunged the instrument inside her itching cunt. The pencil case 
delved in deeper-halfway, then more! Linda eased it out, pulling apart the 
enclosing cunt-lips, then pushed it in even more deeply, with a firm, slow, 
downward move of her hand and wrist. 

June began to thrash her legs, a moan escaped her lips. Her movements, and 
the soft sounds she was making so excited Connie that she had to do 
something. She raised herself to her knees, balancing her body over the bed 
and directly over June's head and face. Then Connie dropped her head onto 
the bright red curls of Linda's muff, and began to kiss into it. Linda still 
pressured the pronging dildo inside June's vagina until, now, it was all the 
way in-at least all of its eight-inch length, threatening to stay inside if 
Linda once lost her finger-grip on its base. June now squirmed and writhed, 
as Linda pulled the thing all the way out, then plunged it inside again. But 
more, she had found young Connie's soft little muff and had begun to kiss up 
into it, savoring its sweetness. Her tongue began to lick into the thick 
hairs. 

At the moment that Linda had started the steady in-and-out plunges with the 
hard plastic dildo, Connie dove into the red curliness of her cunt. Soon, 
Connie began to kiss the convex curvature of Linda's lower belly ... then 
dropped her undulating mouth to the more inviting target. Linda's cunt was 
large, almost sprawling ... but Connie tried to absorb all of it in the heat 
and wetness of her mouth. She licked rapidly at the soft pink cunt-lips, 
plunging her tongue in and out, swabbing the reddish hairs. Then she did 
what Linda had done to her: seized as much of the upturned, pouting gash in 
her mouth as she could at one time. Linda's quick gasping grunts and groans 
of pleasure were her chief reward. 

She went on working at Linda's red-haired pussy industriously as Linda kept 
on prodding the dildo into June's now-gaping, full-flowing pussy. She licked 
and shot out with her tongue until Linda was half out of her mind, while 
June's hips and finally almost her whole body moved in a lazy up and down, 
back-to-front motion which enabled her to absorb more of the plunging dildo 
in Linda's firm-working hand. 

"OOOHHH-ummmm! That's good!" June cried. "Give it to me. Fuck me with the 
goddddammmmm thinngg! OOHHHHH!" 

Linda proceeded to work the thing in faster and faster, plunging it into the 
gaping love-hole. Then she began to work her tongue around the plunging 
piece, licking and moistening the damp curls around June's busy cunt. But it 
was Connie who was driving her crazy with the quick movements of her lips 
and tongue. Linda felt herself coming closer and closer, closer to the end 
of the road! Connie worked harder and harder on Linda's large, tender pussy 
. .. pulling at it with the suction of her lips, tonguing it... And then ... 

"UUUHH-UHHH! Oh, YESS-SSS!" It was June, suddenly crying out. "Thisssss is 
IT! OHH-hhh, ba-BEEE! YAWHHHH!" 

With this, her cum came fountaining out, dousing the firmly moving dildo 
with her hot elixirs! She yelped loudly, and her hips swung up from the bed, 
jouncing up into the thing in Linda's firm hand. "OHH-hhhh!" cried June in 
complete ecstasy. 

It was now Linda and Connie who were enjoying themselves. Linda pumped 
wildly up into Connie's soft little mouth with her cunt. More and more of 
Linda's musk-smelling moistures hit into Connie's mouth. Then Linda's thighs 
quivered and she shot and shot ... Connie tasted only the quick flows of 
semi-saltiness. 

Connie's crotch swung away from June's babbling lips. Somehow, this time, 
she did not need fulfillment a second time. Then it was over. All three 
girls lay panting, their legs and bodies still intertwined. Someone lit a 
cigarette and, one by one, they shared it. 

"Wow!" Connie said suddenly, her wrists resting against her mouth, "The 
things that you learn in the space of a couple or three short weeks!" 

She was alluding to the helplessness she had felt in the days just before 
she had moved into this apartment with June. She had had such a lost feeling 
then, and now .. . here was the sense of having arrived into the world of 
womanhood. 

"You're not just kidding!" June exclaimed, knowing exactly Connie's meaning. 

At that moment the phone rang. Connie jumped up to answer it, her bare 
bottom, her hips, flinging in time with her swinging ankles. She picked up 
the receiver and listened briefly ... 

"It's for you, Linda," she said; Linda came bouncing to the phone to listen 
and speak a few words. Then she began to chuckle. After a bit, she hung up. 

"Well, girls," she said, reaching for the towel that June was handing to 
her, "guess I've got to go. That was my friend . . . She has met the enemy 
and he is hers!" 

"Who . . . What?" asked Connie, completely nonplussed. 

"The who, Connie, is your brother, Jack," said June calmly. "And the what is 
that Jack will be having his big dick plunging in and out of some steady 
pussy!" 

"Well put, my dear," said Linda. "And I think they might even get married, 
come the spring!" 

"Well . . . Ill . . . be . . . damned!" said Connie. And they all laughed 
and giggled continuously while they dressed and talked until Linda finally 
went out the door to meet her friend. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

There were two full weeks more, in which Tom and Len were away, or otherwise 
totally preoccupied with other business. But during that time, June and 
Connie found more and more in common-their friendship blossoming. 

The evenings in the apartment were kept cozy, and it was usually just the 
two of them, sharing a well-cooked dinner and a fire in the old living room 
fireplace warding off the increasingly chill winds of late fall. After 
supper they would study and chat, usually about classes, the general 
goings-on of the campus. Then they would get ready for bed; but now they 
always shared June's big double, and would read, and talk, sometimes 
listening to the wind whining in the trees outside their second-floor 
window. It was so-oo cozy and at last one of them would turn out the light 
and they would snuggle down into each other's arms. More than once, the big 
pencil box dildo would be brought into play-though each knew that this was 
only a stop-gap measure. 

June would mention how much she missed Tom and Connie would say how much she 
longed for the real thing. Then June would find herself thinking not only of 
Tom but quite sharply of Roy-and of Al. Sometime, she told herself, she 
would have to try to explain to Connie what all of it had meant to her-and 
how she had managed it. 

By the time Tom and Len had rejoined the two girls, Thanksgiving was in the 
air; all four decided that they would spend that holiday together, the two 
girls cooking the big turkey dinner. There were already intimations that 
their old friendship had lost some of its closeness and, with it, some of 
the early heat that had marked the first moments of their relationship. Not 
one of them could pinpoint what had happened; but the girls on one side, the 
boys on the other, could detect the change. 

It was while the girls were putting the Thanksgiving turkey into the oven, 
all stuffed and ready to go, that the subject of Christmas vacation had come 
up. 

"June and I have decided to go down to Miami for the whole time," Connie was 
suddenly telling Len, after the boys had said they were going to be working 
together on the Butler dairy farm to make extra money. "It's terrible not 
spending all those fifteen days with you here or someplace. But we've 
decided, you know, to split and see the world." 

She looked at him through her huge grannie-glasses, swaying her body in 
front of him. The aroma of the roasting turkey had already begun to permeate 
the apartment and they knew it would be good, soo-oo awfully good. Len and 
Tom both took generous swigs of their old fashioneds. 

"Even though Connie and I hope to live it up in 

Florida," put in June, her white apron and long wooden ladle giving her a 
completely domestic look, "we'll still miss you an awful lot!" 

"Yeah," said Len, knowing they were all telling each other something, "we 
hate like hell to be working over the vacation. And hate like hell to think 
that some other dude ... y'know ... down in Miami is ..." 

"Oh-HO!" Connie decided to tease. "I'll still have the best for you. And 
I'll see that June does the same for Tom. You two guys ..." 

Then suddenly, they began again to know what it was all about. Len took a 
quick final sip of his old fashioned, then stood in front of his chair. One 
of Connie's hands slipped around his body, her finger slipping into the 
waist of his blue jeans. She immediately pushed her hand to his crotch, felt 
the hard bulging outlines of his wide, fat prick. Then she felt his tongue 
darting into her mouth, his hands caressing her softly, beginning to edge up 
under her loose sweater. 

"June, baby," Tom said, "turn down the oven a bit. I think the cooks are 
goin' to be busy for a damn while! Let the turkey cook itself for the next 
hour or two!" 

With that, Len grabbed Connie by the hand and slowly led her to the bedroom. 
Together, they shut the door behind them. Len laid his hand on one of her 
breasts, starting to rub it up and down. With his other hand, he took off 
her glasses and put them on the dresser. 

"Well," he said, "this'll be just so you won't forget me." 

" 

Connie let him go on with his hand movements, taken up with the pleasures 
she received from his pressures. "Mmm-mm," she murmured, her lips tilted to 
his, "forget you? Ne-ver .. !" her mind was crowded with sudden ideas of 
what would no doubt be happening with June during the Florida vacation, but 
she still was filled with her present liking for Len. "We're not going to be 
gone that long. Oh, Lennie .. !" she said, putting her arms around his neck, 
and kissing him. 

"I like you, Connie," Len said, and he was moving his hands up and down her 
spine. "Don't forget that." 

He kissed her fully and they swayed quietly back and forth. For this one 
more time, she put her fingers at his belt, toying with the wide buckle. 
Connie was still surprised at her own boldness. 

"It's no fun with clothes on," she whispered to him. "Let me undress you, 
and then you undress me ..." 

"You're on!" he said, simply. Then, slowly, Connie began to unbutton his 
shirt, then pull it off. He flexed his arms, letting his muscles ripple, 
while Connie, with one deliberate motion following another, began to unzip 
his fly, then lower his pants and shorts, which peeled off in no time. His 
wide-based prick was already up and throbbing with its pulse. She bent to 
give it a quick kiss ... then tasted the round cockhead with her lips and 
tongue. 

Then she stood up, more or less erect, inviting him to start undressing her. 
Under Len's rapid stripping motions, Connie's dress came off easily. It 
slipped smoothly up, then fell to the floor. Then, as Len kept her mouth 
covered with his, her bra and panties fell away, to drop at their feet. 

Len began delivering long, lingering kisses up and down the white smoothness 
of her naked belly. His eager lips kissed further down, to the softness of 
her hips, then to her thighs. He felt Connie's skin almost burning under his 
touch, her delicate muscles quivering. Again he took one of her tight little 
tits to fondle it, to squeeze and press it. She kept one hand over the back 
of his, mashing the warmth of his large palm against her throbbing raspberry 
nipples. 

In a moment, Len was drawing her to the bed, pulling her to a sitting 
position on top of himself. From behind her, he began kissing her, from the 
soft underside of her right breast to her armpit. With slowing strokes he 
rubbed into her flesh, then cupped both hands around her globes. Below, she 
now felt the massive thickness of the boy's rigid cock pressing up between 
her thighs. She spread her legs wide apart to give the thick, hard rod its 
freedom. It prodded up between her thighs, and she pulled it up more fully. 
She felt beneath the massive staff for the boy's loose-hanging nuts, 
stroking and jiggling at them gently. Then she began to massage his thick 
cock, sticking up between her legs through the hairs of her cunt. She threw 
back her head, savoring the brushing of his fingertips over the shields and 
hard nipples of her breasts, then brought it forward again. When she saw the 
thin, clear liquid emanating from the slit in the tip of his prick, she 
quickly swung herself off of him and took her own position on the bed, her 
face over his groin. His hands began playing over the tender softness of her 
buttocks. 

Then she lowered her self and took the quietly flowing cockhead into her 
mouth, savoring its taste. She swirled her tongue about the swollen glans, 
licking it thoroughly. Then she cupped both his balls in her hand and dove 
her firmed lip-circle completely over his thick shaft. She felt the slick 
cockhead jamming itself far into the back of her mouth. She gagged for a 
second, drew the sliding wetness of her mouth to the tip of the shaft, then 
plunged down again, beginning to ride up and down on it, feeling the thrill 
of it. 

Len jabbed his hips up and down slowly, meeting her every stroke, giving her 
a strong, thorough mouth-fucking. Time and again he sent his prick almost up 
into her throat and she would gasp, pull up and plunge all the way down 
again, her wide-open jaws nearly cracking, her lips wrapping themselves 
around the thick wide shaft. The boy went on letting her expert suck-job get 
to him until he was just on the edge. Just before his build-up to 
uncontrollable explosion, he gently lifted her head off and away from his 
glistening rod. Expertly, he turned her around on the bed on her back. He 
raised himself over her, his face in the cleavage between her tits and then 
began to lick downward along her belly, his tongue-tip dwelling and swirling 
inside her nave. He went still lower, finally burying his face into her 
sweet-smelling cunt. Her legs spasmed upward, past his shoulders and he 
delved in even deeper. 

His tongue began to slide up and down her pussy as if exploring it. Connie 
moaned in her delight until at last his tongue was swirling around her clit, 
urging the love-button to searing sensations. Shivers of excitement and 
pleasure traveled through every part of her body as Len kept on sucking her 
wildly, eating and nibbling over every part of her cunt ... His fingers 
meanwhile dug into the softly warm flesh of her ass as he twisted and turned 
his face, letting it cling to her box. He licked and lapped furiously at all 
the different places, his tongue finally darting far up inside her canal. 

He felt Connie tremble beneath his onslaughts, felt the tremors cascading 
down her cunt, spreading through her whole body. He kept playing with her 
tender clit, and lapping at it until she could stand it no longer. Quickly, 
then, he moved himself up over her on the bed, positioning his body, 
readying it so that he could plunge his rigid length deep into her. As he 
clamped his hard-muscled thighs around and on either side of her form, she 
spread her legs further and grabbed her hand around the thick base of his 
prick. Then he grasped its shaft in his own hand, guiding it, placing the 
cockhead just inside the lips of her wet and curly cunt. Then he pushed in. 
She squealed and bucked up against him. Len gasped at the feel of his thick 
prong sliding so rapidly up into her. He sank it in to its hilt, the pussy 
lips wide apart around it, his pubic hairs mingled fully with hers. 

Then he started to fuck her furiously! She gasped for air as his cock rammed 
strongly in and out of her! In response to his hammering strokes, his arms 
now clasped around her shoulders, she bucked up and down, feeling the 
cockshaft filling out the walls of her cunt to bursting. When he lifted his 
chest away from hers, letting their hips do all the grinding, her breasts 
rolled and flopped, their tiny crests swollen and hard. As Len rapidly dug 
himself into her, his groin slapping hard against her flesh, his cock fast 
doing its work, Connie felt her new orgasm beginning to well up inside her 
with intense pressure. 

Suddenly, he reached for one of her nipples to pinch it ... flooding her 
breast and body with added sensations. Their bodies slapped together, hard, 
as the strong, steady fucking consumed them both. Suddenly, Connie was 
sighing, almost sobbing. 

"Ohhhh-hhhh, I'm cumming .. . I'mmm doing it againnn-nnn! Oh, FUCK me! Don't 
ss-sstop! Don't ss-sstop! Ohhhhhh! Baby!" 

Now he really bucked into her, his legs thrashing against hers. His loins 
seemed to swell as his balls slapped wildly against her inner thighs. Then 
Connie arched her back, high off the bed. Her mouth opened and the stare in 
her half-shut eyes became glassy. She grabbed his arms as if holding on as 
she tumbled over the edge! He gave one more deep inward lunge with his 
thick, wide prick as if it would split her apart. Her fingers clamped and 
squeezed into the flesh of his arms. Then she exploded, her hips moving 
wildly as she was consumed by the force and power of her orgasm! Her 
love-juices flowed around his still-plunging prick, bathing it with the 
heady lubrication of her cum so fully, that its sliding grew easier and 
easier, until he thought he was plunging his thick staff into a void. 

He looked into her face, seeing her slack-jawed expression. Then without 
letting his embedded prick fall out of her for a second, rolled over to his 
side with her drawn closely next to him. So positioned, he began again to 
fuck her in earnest. His staff plunged wildly in and out of her wet, 
seething cunt. He began to increase his pleasures by running his hands over 
all the surfaces of her body. His own sensations were building toward full 
climax, the whole stiff body of his cock swollen with its inner heat. For a 
moment he ceased his plunging, his cock drawn half out of her, its head 
throbbing midway up her vagina. Then he had an idea. He placed the tip of 
his middle finger at the skin-crease between his huge and tightening balls, 
then edged its tip up along the underside of his wet, stationary cock. Then 
he pushed his finger up inside her twat . . . and, with his cock still 
sticking up inside, he began to push his finger way up to fuck her with it! 
Behind her, his other hand searched for her other hole. Quickly he found it, 
then pushed a finger inside, making it gradually disappear. This double 
action filled them both with new heights of pleasure. Finally he removed his 
finger from her front hole then slammed his prick again deep inside. 

For moments he double-fucked her and Connie moaned in ecstasy. Before the 
boy could pick up the speed of his ramming cock, she had another orgasm. He 
kept on fucking her as if there were no tomorrow. His own explosion was 
mounting deep inside him, and then she felt her hand reaching to his balls, 
gently holding and fondling them. This did it. He drew all but the tip of 
his cock out of her, then held himself fast, letting her fingers play about 
his balls. Then he came ... 

From its stationary position just inside her cunt-lips, his cock spewed out 
the first long spurt of white jism. Then came another. Then he quickly dove 
in, losing all control. Wham! Wham! He heard himself scream as a thick wide 
wad of cum again shot from his loins. He drew back his hips in a split 
second, then plunged his streaming, shooting cock deep inside. His nuts blew 
their load with such intensity that he thought it would never stop. And he 
went on lunging, again and again, until she was filled with his boiling 
white jism. 

This excited her even more. "Oh, fuck me ... ohh, that big hard cock . . . 
Get it into me, Lennie! Fuck mee-ee..." 

The boy kept giving it everything he had until the last spurt of cum was 
delivered. His momentum and the fever of feeling her body, kept his prick 
jabbing, even after his own anguished cries had indicated his finale. He 
sweated and strained, still fucking her. She bucked her hips with new frenzy 
until she reached still another orgasm. Her pussy flowed and flowed with her 
cum until she thought she would die! 

At last, Connie calmed down and stopped all her motions. They both lay, 
still fastened together, very quietly ... nearly exhausted. 

"Ohh-h, Lennie," she said, her finger toying with his shoulder blades, 
"you're so good! You are so good!" 

"That'll give you something to remember me by, when you're down in Florida," 
he told her, "sucking up all that sunshine ... and nothing else, I hope." 

Len had separated himself now, and stood up, his cock shriveled and flaccid. 
Connie looked at him from her position on the bed, watching the smooth 
motions of his body as he bent down to pick up her clothing from the floor. 
Then he reached for his own. Then, silently, she stood up before him and 
kissed him on the shoulder. Slowly, methodically, they dressed together. 

"C'mon, baby," said Len. "Let's get on out, and see how the turkey's doin'." 

They paused before the closed door, and gave each other another kiss. Then 
they opened the door, and went into the living room. June was already 
dressed, and heading for the kitchen. But Tom sat dozing in the corner of 
the couch, completely nude. His long, soft cock rested down the inside of 
his thigh, his balls still gleaming with wetness. 

"C'mon, buddy-boy," called Len. "Get up! It's time for Thanksgiving dinner!" 

Tom slowly woke and Len helped him to his feet. Connie helped but in the 
next moment had put her hand to Tom's crotch, cupping his balls in her hand. 
Tom bent down and kissed her. 

"What say after dinner," he said suddenly, "if we still feel like it, we 
switch off partners. Hey, buddy?" 

Len nodded his assent and Connie went into the kitchen to help June with all 
the preparations. 

That night, the four parted full of memories of a wondrous evening, the boys 
promising to keep them busy until the week before Christmas . . . and the 
girls' departure for a vacation of new adventure. 

Strangely enough, during the three weeks between 

Thanksgiving and the start of the Christmas vacation, the two couples saw 
surprisingly little of each other. Tom and Len, as the first heavy snows of 
winter set in over the campus-town, were solicitous toward the girls for a 
while. But with Tom now pledging for a fraternity, and Len recovering from a 
football injury, a nasty shoulder sprain, they seemed busily involved in 
their own affairs. 

The girls, meanwhile, were engrossed with their apartment and with each 
other. Connie had been having difficulty with one of her courses, June had 
gladly been helping her. One evening, with a snowstorm swirling outside and 
the wind hurling heavy white flakes against the window panes, Tom was on the 
phone when June answered his call. He was suggesting that Len and he come 
over to the girls' apartment to spend part of the night. But June, realizing 
how snug she and Connie were by themselves at this moment, put Tom off. 

"Oh, it's so stormy outside," she explained, her foot perched on the long 
living room couch, her fingers tugging at her heavy fleece-lined slippers, 
"why don't we do it some other time? Besides, we've got so much work to do. 
So much! Poor Connie's got to get through that course ... She's simply got 
to." 

Tom agreed. "We were just worrying about you," he said, "that's all. And, 
say. You know Lennie and I are taking you to City Airport next Friday 
afternoon. Right?" 

"Right," June said, pleased that Tom remembered, but also thinking that only 
a week from tonight, she and Connie would be enjoying the warm, almost 
tropical breezes of Miami. "We're counting on it. But we'll see you before 
then. Right?" 

"Right," said Tom. They chatted some more, kissed over the telephone and 
rang off. 

It was the next afternoon, while she and Connie were Christmas shopping, and 
picking up some last-minute items for their trip, that June saw Roy ... and 
with him, parka pulled up around his ears, was Al. It was on the main 
shopping strip of State Street and June suddenly felt herself blushing. Her 
heart raced wildly, but she turned her face away, her nose uptilted and 
pretended not to see either of them. Roy looked point-blank at her and made 
as if to speak ... but apparently thought the better of it. He turned away, 
still beside him, and walked the other way. 

"Who was that?" Connie wanted to know, sensing her friend's preoccupation. 

"Did you see them?" June demanded, her anger rising, then falling away. 
Connie nodded, "Well," said June, "that tall boy was that louse, Roy. I told 
you about him! The other one was Al." 

"Ooo, yes," smiled Connie, her eyes dancing. "You told me about him, too! 
He's cute! 'Course, Roy is kinda cute, too, in a way. But that Al is really 
cute!" 

"Oh, he's cute, all right!" said June. "But you'd better watch out. He's got 
something you're better off not trying to handle." 

Connie nodded and smiled quietly, her cheeks flushing. 

"Never mind," said June, "we're going to Florida, and we're leaving all this 
shit-ass stuff right behind us!" 

"But only for a while," Connie reminded her. 

"Just ... never mind," said June, a vague pang of jealousy striking her. 
"Besides, we have Len and Tom and Foxie and lots of other things." She took 
Connie by the elbow. 

"Yeah," said Connie, but she was wondering. 

The next Friday afternoon, the skies lowering, snow scudding down the 
ramp-ways, the girls were saying good-byes to Tom and Lennie at City 
Airport. 

"Florida, here we come!" June chanted. "Now, listen, you two guys, take it 
easy, and be careful..." 

"We'll take it any way we can get it," Tom kidded, "and you be careful!" 

"Yeah," said Len, tugging uncomfortably at the sling about his arm and 
shoulder. "Be careful. While we'll be workin' hard and rakin' in the money, 
you'll be suckin' up all that sunshine ..." 

"But nothing else," Connie supplied, with a shy smile. 

"I'll bet," said Tom, feigning disapproval. 

"Fuck thee ..." said June, again using one of her favorite expressions. 

"Sonofabitch," supplied Lennie. They all laughed, and the girls boarded 
their plane ... next stop New York, and then Miami! 

As the girls gazed from the fuselage window, they saw the two boys walking 
away, sauntering together, Tom's arm slung over Len's shoulder. June and 
Connie watched them, a bit longingly. 

"They seem as good friends as ever," said Connie. 

"Yeah," said June, her tongue tucked inside her cheek, "but I wonder ..." 

"Wonder what?" asked Connie. 

"Never mind," said June. "I just wonder, that's all." 

"Oh, no!" cried Connie. "You don't think ..." 

"Oh, heck, no!" said June, knowing that they had brought Connie's pencil 
case with them. "But sometimes, these days, a girl can't help wondering. 
That's all." 

At Miami, the hotel limousine met them at the airport. It was already 
midnight, but the air was warm and tender about them. It was a startling, 
unbelievable change from the climate they had just left. At the hotel, where 
the smell of orange blossoms hung in the air, they found their reservation 
was all ready. In the warm air, and with the lights of the city and the feel 
of the ocean and its distant surf surrounding them, they immediately decided 
to go to bed. Their room, with its draperies and its large double bed and 
adjacent single bed, welcomed them. Tropical breezes wafted through an open 
French window. 

"Oh, gee!" said Connie. "This is nicer than I ever expected!" She flounced 
on the double bed. "Limousine service and all!" She looked about the room. 
"Why, this is just like home! Only more deluxe!" 

"Much more deluxe," June reminded her, candidly, "but let's get ready for 
bed. I'm tired." She yawned. But Connie, sprawled on the double bed, already 
seemed to have dozed off .. . That trip, and all the excitement .. . June 
raised Connie and helped her undress. Finally, they turned off the light and 
slept soundly till the Southern sunshine came pouring through their windows. 

They breakfasted early and wandered about, observing the bright blue of the 
skies. Soon, they decided to change into their bathing suits and head for 
the large swimming pool. 

"Gee!" said Connie, flipping into her scant suit, "I hope this hotel isn't 
so snooty that we can't meet anyone." 

"Well, if it is," sniffed June, "we can always go to the beach. There's 
plenty of stuff there, I'll bet my bottom ..." 

"Dollar," interjected Connie with a laugh. She bounced about the room, eager 
to go. 

"C'mon," said June, "it's still early. Help me unpack these last few things 
and put them away. Then we can go." 

Eagerly, hardly able to contain her excitement, Connie helped. Within a 
quarter of an hour they were racing out their room door, heading for the 
poolside. There they found the gleaming patio crowded with young people and 
a few older ones. For the younger set, it was apparent that practically all 
were also on winter vacation from assorted colleges and universities from 
all over. Some of the younger ones already were in advanced stages of 
sunburn. 

"Hey," said Connie, "let's make sure we don't get like that ... burned to a 
crisp. It would ruin everything." 

"Yes," June agreed, "it sure would cut out a lot of the fun and games." 

Already in the crowded patio, June had singled out a target. She had never 
seen a boy quite so handsome. She nudged Connie on the elbow and nodded in 
the direction of this special young guy. He was not tall, as they both saw, 
but was of better than medium height, with a smooth, bronzed chestiness that 
stole their breaths away. His waist was narrow, and his swim-trunks fitted 
around him like the skin on a bologna-sausage. His thighs were well-muscled 
and tanned like the rest of him and muscles seemed to ripple with his every 
step, his every motion. For the moment, as they watched, he seemed to be 
talking to a group of his buddies ... but then he looked their way. 

June clapped her large dark sunglasses over her eyes and pretended not to be 
staring. 

"Ohh!" cried Connie, "he's so pretty!" 

That silly girl, thought June. She'll spoil everything. Pretty, hell! He's 
handsome! 

"Just look at those blue, blue eyes of his," Connie went on, fairly 
wriggling in her excitement and June took her up. "Yes, and that blonde 
shagged hair! Boy!" 

Soon, they were watching him apparently saying, almost bowing, his good-byes 
to his friends. June and Connie were watching every move he made and the 
masculine grace of his walk ... shoulders swaying with his every stride. He 
looked slowly over his shoulder at them, perhaps to see if they were 
looking. Then ... 

"Oh-hh, June," said Connie, suddenly blushing with embarrassment, "I think 
he's coming over to us!" 

And sure enough the young man was standing, a bit falteringly, right in 
front of them. June took off her glasses and looked, her smile hovering 
about the corners of her mouth. They looked straight at each other. 

"Hi," said the boy, now standing over their reclining figures. His complete 
handsomeness struck into their senses, and suddenly they felt helpless. 
Thoughts of Tom and Len, of Roy and Al, even Foxie, receded abruptly. 

For the moment, he seemed to tower over them. His legs were slightly apart, 
the tight fit of his trunks accentuating the tapering width of his chest and 
shoulders. But most of all his friendly grin and bright blue of his eyes 
impressed them most with their open and welcoming frankness. 

"I haven't seen you two before," said the welcoming stranger, settling down 
beside them. Both thought he was surely the handsomest boy they had ever 
seen. "Did you just get in?" 

"Well," said June brightly, "more or less. We only got in last night, and 
we've been busy just catching up on lost sleep." 

The boy nodded his understanding. "It takes a good half day to catch up," he 
said, "and to get accustomed. It's pretty different here." 

"You can say that again," said Connie, not wanting to be left out. "I mean, 
different is right on." 

"We left where we came from in a blinding snowstorm," added June. And from 
there, their talk centered around themselves and where each had come from. 

George, as the newcomer had introduced himself, came from a town on Long 
Island and was attending Columbia University. The girls told him about Riley 
College and that they were roommates. 

"Hey," said George suddenly, "have you two made any dates for tonight?" 

"Well, hardly," said June. And Connie chimed in. "We just got here. 
Remember?" 

George seemed pleased. "Well, how about dinner, then?" Suddenly he was full 
of attentiveness. 

"Well, gee!" said Connie, her shapely legs moving in the sunshine. She moved 
over on the flagstones of the patio, leaving room on her blanket, which she 
patted. 

"We'd love to," said June, moving away from Connie, making room for the 
young stalwart's body between them. "Why don't you sit awhile?" 

"Love to!" said George, slinging his shapely form down between them. "Love 
to! So, what about dinner, you two?" 

"Both of us?" asked Connie, quickly wondering, but dismissing her thoughts. 

"Certainly. Certainly!" answered George, his smile and the blue of his eyes 
even more attractive and inviting than before. "Of course, both of you ... 
I'll send my car around ..." 

All three broke into laughter when he said it and George now lowered himself 
quickly to the spread of blanket between them. They spent the rest of the 
forenoon pleasantly talking. It was a relaxed, Southern atmosphere, which 
they were all three enjoying and simulating. June looked down at George's 
strong, tanned thighs, and longed to put her hands on them, but hardly 
dared. George wished the same for her and Connie, but despite his suavity, 
he didn't dare either. 

"We'll have dinner at the Copa," he told them, "and I'll see you around 
five-thirty." With that, he sprang to his feet. "Room 426. Right?" 

"Right!" they said in unison, laughing. With that, George went to rejoin his 
friends. For the next hour or more, till the last they saw him, George was 
making beautiful and graceful dives from the diving board. They finally 
left, marveling at his skill. 

By three o'clock, the two girls were back in their room, still talking about 
their luck. 

"It certainly looks," said June, as she came out of the shower, "as though 
this could work into something very interesting. So, let's play our cards 
right, and just not let him get away!" 

She was laughing, remembering the firm, beautiful body of the boy who had 
offered to take them to dinner. 

Connie was already flitting back and forth across the sumptuous hotel room, 
full of excitement. 

"Oh," she said, "I'm all for that! Maybe we can corral him for the rest of 
the week!" Both girls giggled. 

"Somebody that looks like that, just has to be good-" Connie went on. 

"In bed?" interjected June. 

Connie again giggled. "Who knows?" she said. 

They dressed in their sexiest, smartest outfits. And they were more than 
amply rewarded when George came knocking at their door, blue eyes sparkling. 

"Wow!" he said, "you two looked good down by the pool. But, wow! You're 
knockouts now!" 

Connie practically curtsied in the face of this handsome boy's compliments, 
but June took it in her stride. 

"Want something to drink here?" she asked blandly. "We just got some booze 
in. And some ice cubes." 

"Oh, come on!" said George, "the evening's on me! Let's go, and we'll head 
to the Copa for some of their specials. They call 'em Tropical Slings. 
They've got everything in 'em! They taste like fruit juice." 

"How many apiece can we have?" asked Connie, bubbling. 

"One," said June and George almost in unison. 

The Copa was quite secluded and flowing with romance. Waiting for their 
table, George took them to the bar to order their drinks. The Tropical 
Slings arrived, bathed in ice, and a rose-pink color. Straws, stuck in the 
tops, with little burgeoning parasols, invited their lips. 

It took them a half-hour to finish the drinks and by the time it came to 
ordering dinner the girls were more than slightly silly. But the dinner was 
excellent. "Sumptuous," they all agreed. 

And, just before the arrival of dessert, George ordered another round of 
Tropical Slings. Halfway through dessert and the drinks, there seemed to be 
nothing George could say that didn't set Connie off into gales of laughter, 
and June found she could hardly suppress her own giggling. Never had either 
had such a good time. George, too, basked in the sunshine of their happiness 
and in the beautiful chicness of his two gorgeous girl companions. Something 
about their smiles, their flushed, healthy faces made them even more 
beautiful. George, though he felt the force of his drinks, was being 
thoroughly turned on and said so. He was about to order another round of 
drinks, but with the girls politely refusing, he settled upon ordering one 
for himself. 

By this time, June and Connie were more than ready for a session of fun with 
this bright, simply gorgeous boy from New York. Oh, he was so handsome, they 
were beside themselves. When the check for the dinner arrived, the girls 
politely excused themselves to go to the powder room. There they would have 
a chance to talk a little in private. And it was there that they agreed that 
George had been a gentleman not to suggest anything, though more than once 
he had seemed on the verge of it. Then they agreed that if he didn't suggest 
anything in the way of intimate games, they would. Neither had ever thought 
to share just one boy, but this, they thought, was different. George was too 
sweet and too handsome to be let out of their tender trap. 

George, however, was well enough aware of the impression he had made on 
Connie and June. June he liked for her voluptuousness. More than once, the 
look of her full twin globes beneath her gown had made him lick his lips. 
They'd be wonderful things to tease at and to taste! Connie he liked for her 
pertness and the way her cute tits pressed up under her jacket. It was the 
way her slim, active little legs looked when she moved that he liked even 
more. "What a pair of girls," George said to himself. "These I'm going to 
have to myself tonight and maybe tomorrow . .. and maybe ..." 

He grinned to himself. And to hell with my buddies, Randy and Joe, he 
thought. They can watch out for themselves. 

He felt a certain giddiness from the drinks and from the heavy, rich dinner. 
But that would pass, soon enough. He saw the two girls on their way back to 
the table, and noticed a look of determination in their faces. He rose to 
his feet as they seated themselves, and signaled to the waiter. 

"Let's have some coffee," George suggested, "and then get down to brass 
tacks." 

Again, the two girls giggled, just to hide their knowledge that George was 
about to pop an interesting question. As the coffees arrived, they waited, 
expectantly. 

"How do you both feel about a party?" George began, stirring his coffee, "I 
mean, just the three of us." 

"What kind of a party?" they asked, knowing exactly what George meant. 

"Well," George groped for words. "Like I say, the kind where just three 
people are invited. Like, er, you two and me!" 

Suddenly June burst out laughing, looking at the embarrassment on George's 
handsome face. "Well," she said, still laughing gaily, "I'm sure glad you 
finally got around to asking ..." 

"Yeah," giggled Connie, "instead of leaving it up to us. Of course we'd be 
interested. Why do think we've been giggling all evening?" 

Connie's way of saying it set them all laughing again, but George found 
himself wishing he had not had that last Tropical Sling. His head still 
swirled, but he was sure the coffee would fix it. He decided he'd better 
have another cup. 

"I just wanted to make sure you were game," he said, a grin flashing across 
his wide, masculine lips to light his face. "Anyway, if that's the way it 
is, where shall we go? Your place or mine?" 

"Well," June said, "we're the newcomers, so this should be our 
housewarming." 

"You can say that again!" added Connie. 

"So, it's a deal," said George, glad it was their place, after all. At his, 
there'd be no telling when one of his buddies would come barging in, that he 
didn't want! 

As George drove hack to the motel in his rented car, they all sat in the 
front seat. Amid continued laughing and giggling, their good time together 
became even more hilarious. June, who sat in the middle, felt George's free 
hand, feeling up her thigh, fingertips pressing close to her crotch. She 
responded by running her hand along the insides of the boy's legs, gently 
squeezing at the muscles. She almost wished she could feel up higher on 
him-up into his crotch-but decided against it. 

After a brief stop at a store for a bottle of bourbon and some cokes, the 
trio soon found themselves at the door to the girl's motel room, which was 
just across the pool and patio from George's. With George holding the paper 
sack under his arm, June quickly opened the door, and they were inside. The 
two girls were very, very ready. June took the paper bag from under George's 
arm and placed its contents on the bar. Connie began to help the boy off 
with his dinner jacket, but noticed that he wavered and weaved a bit as she 
did so. 

But next, she found herself in his arms, quickly succumbing to the wet, 
fervent kiss with which the boy covered her lips. She felt his tongue-tip 
probing and licking gently into her mouth. With a quick laugh, she broke 
free and went to hang his jacket in the closet. June approached George 
quietly from the rear, and threw her arms around his body, kissing softly 
between his shoulder blades. George was struggling to take off his necktie, 
realizing that the room was more than slightly whirling about him. Connie 
walked to him and began to unbutton his skirt. 

"Whew-ee!" George suddenly exclaimed. "The room ... she is going around 
slightly! I-I wish I hadn't had that lasht Tropical Shhling. Wow!" 

The girls giggled and Connie soon felt George's hands at her tits, first 
brushing rudely against them, then cupping and squeezing. But then she was 
helping him unbutton and unzip the top of her dress, waggling her shoulders 
as he slid it down over her smooth white shoulders with their sprinkling of 
freckles. June was still behind him, hugging her arms warmly around him. 

She lowered her hold to his waist. 

"Whew-ee!" said George again, his eye on the double bed. "Why don't you two 
help me over to that bed and let me sit down a minute? Whew-ee! Then I can 
sit and watch you two, er, undress. I'd help, but I..." 

"Oh, no," cried the two girls, suddenly solicitous, "you're the one who 
needs the help." 

With that, they guided George, now more than a little drowsy, to the 
bedside, and let him sit down, facing them. Then, happily bouncing about the 
room, the girls began to remove one article of clothing after another. 
Connie finished slipping out of her smart-looking dress and pranced lightly 
to the closet to hang it up, her tits bouncing and bumping up and down in 
front of her. That disposed of, next came her bra, which she draped over a 
doorknob. Then she turned around to face June and George. She deliberately, 
one by one, took off her stockings. 

June was standing right in front of their young guest as he sat and watched, 
slowly shaking his head. His tongue flicked across his wide lips, moistening 
them. June had already taken off her gown and draped it over a bedside 
chair. Now, she was standing close to him, letting him reach up to undo her 
bra. She knew that he wanted her full, round globes, just from the way that 
he'd been looking at them! Soon they were bobbing free from the tiny bra, 
and as June bent forward to remove her stockings, in all their silkiness, 
her tits hung invitingly from her upper body. 

George groaned and whistled as he cupped both hands around them. 

Next, June bent lower, between the boy's legs, to unbuckle the single 
buckles of his shoes. She helped him kick them off. Then she pulled off his 
socks. That done, she raised herself again and George clamped his hands 
about her heavy breasts. He groaned again and then June was standing, legs 
apart, only in her sheer panties, pressing her crotch toward his face. 

George groaned again, head swimming. Connie was kneeling now beside him, an 
arm slung over his shoulder, her other hand quickly unbuttoning his shirt. 
George hunched his shoulders and moved his arms, helping her remove the 
shirt. Next, off came his white skivvy shirt, up over his head. Once more, 
like this morning, the girls marveled at his strong, bronzed chest, the 
smooth skin, the small, soft patch of hair between his male breasts. 

Connie pulled and tugged at his body, her arms around his wide, tanned 
shoulders, urging him to a reclining position on the bed. June lifted the 
boy's legs, swinging them, with effort, onto the covers and rich-looking 
spread. George groaned again, but left one hand on Connie's bare shoulder, 
while, with the other he rubbed up and down the sides of June's naked torso. 

Sensing that the boy was still struggling with himself, the girls quickly 
moved into their respective positions. Connie undid the boy's belt and, with 
a single sweep, unzipped his fly. With two pairs of hands at his waist, 
George lifted his hips, and let the girls slip off his flared slacks. 
Giggling again, June and Connie each grabbed hold of a leg and pulled. The 
slacks came off in a jiffy and were soon draped over June's dress on the 
chair. Except for his jockey shorts, George's lean, sinewed form now lay. 
before them, completely nude. They heard him groan a little and knew he had 
closed his eyes for a moment. Both girls had now stopped their laughter as 
they kept marveling at George's absolute male perfection. 

Just one little shred of white clothing. . . those jockey shorts. Take 'em 
off and they would see everything that this handsome specimen had to offer! 
Connie, hardly able to wait, stretched her fingers deep under the boy's 
crotch just to feel the generous bulges made by his twin ovals under the 
cotton cloth. She began to swarm her fingers over each of his balls, feeling 
them, gently jiggling each one in turn. 

Again, George sighed, but remained quiet. A helluva note, he was thinking, 
regretting that last drink. Then he felt their busy fingers at the elastic 
waistband. He lifted his hips high, to let them slide his shorts down over 
his ass, then his legs. The girls were still giggling excitedly as they 
worked-then their laughter stopped. 

For there, poised above his heavy-looking balls, was almost next to nothing! 
Connie thought his cock looked as though he'd just come out of swimming, or 
out of a cold shower. She'd seen her brother, Jack's, cock after such 
occasions, at least a couple of times. It looked so small, so shriveled, so 
... helpless! Of course, she knew Jack's penis never stayed that way for 
awfully long ... But George must have had his shower hours ago! She'd never 
heard of the effects of booze. 

She and June looked at it, struck with their disappointment. There, peering 
at them through a thick frame of his dark pubic thatch, was George's soft, 
flaccid organ. Its circumcised head seeming somewhat large for the rest of 
it, the core of it seemingly resting in concentric rings of heavily wrinkled 
flesh. 

But at least the boy had nice nuts, Connie thought, and for now she 
contented herself with fondling and playing around their warm hairiness. 

Give it a chance, girls, George kept thinking drowsily to himself. . . Give 
it a chance . . . Then hs dozed. 

Immediately, the girls seemed ready to do just that. It was as though they 
had been reading George's mind. 

"C'mon, Connie," said June, hearing George's deep breathing, "let's do 
something! He's asleep now Maybe we can do something!" She looked down at 
the little wrinkled mound of flesh. "The way that thing is, it's not gonna 
do any of us any good!" George licked his lips, briefly moved his legs, then 
lay flat again. 

Connie was already softly rubbing her dry, warm little palms over the 
insides of George's legs, with long, caressing strokes. She knelt over the 
boy, her raspberry-tipped tits at times touching the surfaces of his thighs. 
With both hands she reached around under him and began to rub the hard but 
supple flesh of his outer buttocks. She began to let her warm breath flow 
over the crisp, curling hairs around that mysterious, little heap of 
wrinkled flesh. Then she saw it jerk a bit as if it had come to life, a few 
of the wrinkles disappearing. And now, instead of pointing upward, the 
flaccid prick lay over on its side. Well, it seemed perhaps a half-inch 
longer, but still looked so helpless and pitiful. 

June had moved herself upward, nestling her warm, shapely ass against 
George's broad ribcage. She began to stroke along his ribs. Then, suddenly, 
on impulse, she lowered her mouth to his chest, and bestowed a kiss on one 
of his flat, perfectly round little nipples. Then she surged her mouth, 
prodding with her tongue rapidly, up along the sensitive skin-surfaces of 
his throat. And there she kissed again. Swiftly now she swarmed upward, her 
eager mouth pressing against the smoothness of his shaven chin ... upward, 
till she found his wide, softly broad lips. These she kissed with all the 
fervor at her command, while her stiffened tongue-tip busily commanded entry 
to his lips. Her tits now crowded hard against his chest; hotly, yet softly 
pressed against him. Suddenly, George's lips parted and he was sucking her 
tongue inward. His eyes fluttered open and he grasped a hand warmly around 
the nape of her neck, fingering into the softness of her hair. June loved 
the sensations of his touches and, more, she was glad he was awake! 

Now, suddenly, George groaned again and his head moved from side to side on 
the pillow. Connie was breathing around his big, softish balls. Then she 
began to tongue at them, laving them with her warm saliva. Above, his prick 
had begun to stretch and fill, the wrinkles still there, but gradually 
vanishing. Then she took his balls into her mouth and began to suck on them. 
George humped his hips up and down and began to writhe them. He moaned 
softly under the pressures of June's lips and tongue. 

Connie, continuing with her sucking action on his balls, ran her fingertips 
over his thick pubic hairs. 

"Ohhh-hhrgh!" said George, and he gave his hips a strong upward thrust. 
Connie took the obvious hint. She looked at the boy's slowly moving cock. It 
was longer, slightly wider ... respectable-looking, but still far from hard! 
Then, groping under his testicles with one hand, she lowered her mouth over 
the round, still soft, bare-skinned cockhead. Then she pushed her lips right 
down against the soft, crisp, dark hairs. Her breasts were mashed against 
his thighs. Her mouth busily absorbing George's manhood, she looked straight 
up to see June release her mouth from George's, then lift her right tit up 
into place over the boy's lips. It was such a big, gorgeous boob that 
sometimes Connie wondered at it. Then she saw the wet underside of George's 
tongue as he reached up with it, right up against June's rapidly erecting 
nipple. Connie reached for one of June's thighs and began to squeeze it. 

Then it began to happen! Inside her mouth, George began to grow! Again, 
below, she cupped the twin testicles in her palm while she kept up the 
swarming action over George with her mouth. To her wide-eyed astonishment, 
the cock filled and grew. Inside the warming suction of her mouth's cavern, 
the cock swelled and lengthened! Connie still clamped her lips tightly into 
the pubic hairs. But the warm flesh in her mouth suddenly seemed like an 
animal unleashed, out of control! She felt the quickly mushrooming head 
sliding against the roof of her mouth then jam against the back of her 
throat. But it still would not quit! She clung to the growing staff bravely, 
but now her wide-apart lips were inches above George's thatch of 
crotch-hair! She kept fingering under his balls, reaching with her fingertip 
down the crease of his ass . . . and she decided to probe into his anus, 
which she had soon found. She prodded and probed into it and George jumped. 
His cock now filled her mouth to bursting and she began to gag. 

"Easy, honey! Wow!" George's quick words came floating down to her, and with 
his still hardening rod, he gave a long shove into her throat. "Teeth! 
Teeth!" 

He was trying to remind her. She gamely widened her jaws, and tried to pull 
her lips over her teeth. But the cock still grew .. . and grew . .. and 
grew! Her firmed lips were now stuck around it, halfway up the thickening 
shaft ... And still it grew! Pinioned by the cock and her own desires, she 
looked up at June with a helpless expression in her eyes. She looked as if 
she were about to burst into tears. 

Then she bravely began to move her lips by just a few inches up and down the 
still-thickening staff. Already it was fatter than Lennie's and much, much 
longer! Christ! But now she was hardly thinking! George's cock still didn't 
feel hard, fully hard. Yet she continued her mouth-movements over it, trying 
to give George every sensation she knew how to give. Yet, still his cock 
grew! It hardened. She grasped both hands around its lower part. She was now 
able to take only the uppermost end comfortably and soon she was only 
sucking on the end of it just below the cockhead, which she continued to 
gobble. 

Finally, she gave up. She let the monster-thing slip out of her mouth, and 
fall back on the flat surface of the boy's stomach. It glistened in the 
light with her spit. 

"Owrr-rr. Arrgh!" said George, his moaning soft. Connie had again prodded a 
fingertip up his asshole, while June was busy deep-kissing him, her tongue 
madly dueling with his. Next, June pressed one of her full-blown tits into 
his face, letting him kiss and lap at it. George was moving his legs up and 
down, first one then the other. Connie wrapped her hand around his cock and 
began to massage it. The head swelled and glistened. 

"June!" said Connie all of a sudden, "have you looked at this?" She held the 
cock straight up. June shook her head then stopped all that she was doing. 
Then she looked ... looked hard and long at the immense cock which lay along 
the center of George's belly. Again she shook her head, this time in 
disbelief. 

She immediately thought of Al and what she had gone through with that doll 
of a number! George's cock was easily as thick around-so different from that 
little heap of wrinkled nothing she had seen just moments before. But no. It 
was not like Al's. It was even thicker, and a lot smoother. But it wasn't as 
long . .. not by a couple of inches. But it was enormous! 

Then, as she watched, the cock began to recede slightly, obviously 
softening. Then it shriveled to half its length. George was asleep again. 
Damn that Sling thing, she thought! She grasped at the half-hard cock, still 
huge, and began to press her tits and the wide brown shields of them against 
his lips. He kissed at them and struggled awake. 

"Christ!" he said with a smile, "two of the most luscious broads-I mean 
girls-in the Village and I can't even get a hard-on!" 

"Oh! Yes, you can, Georgie!" said Connie again with her mouth delving warmly 
into his crotch, sucking at his nuts. "Just wake up, and we'll all have 
fun!" 

Now George's mouth opened and his tongue swirled around the circumferences 
of June's little erected nubs of nipples. Then he began to suck on them. But 
George was soon wanting some other kind of action ... Some other kind? 

He wanted to sink all the itchy heat of his hard, swinging prick into a good 
juicy cunt! Preferably little Connie's. Connie seemed so compact, so tight. 
Yet for now, she seemed absorbed only in plunging her warm, stretched little 
mouth over his commanding sex-piece! Even while he was still lying flat on 
his back, her head bobbing up and down ... sucking him wildly ... and with 
June pressing a warm tit into his mouth, he wanted to get his own gears in 
motion. 

Slowly, George raised himself to his elbows, the muscles of his belly 
tightening. June straightened herself, kneeling, savoring the flowing warmth 
of his mouth and tongue around her nipple. He looked down at Connie, her 
head still moving up and down over his hard cock. But suddenly, with his 
hands first at her shoulders, then clasping under her arms, he began to pull 
at her. He wanted her underneath him! Underneath! Connie began to ease off 
from his huge rod, then George pulled it from her lips. It fell back to his 
belly with a plop. 

In less than a half-minute, George had Connie flat on her back before him, 
his legs pinning her sides. He raised himself to his haunches, looking now 
also at June who was watching him. He went into a half-kneel, his long, fat 
prick swinging heavily up and down between his separated thighs. It looked 
enormous now. As he leaned forward, positioning himself over 

Connie's form, it waved from side to side. The huge round knob of its head 
seemed to poise itself at her hairy entry. Connie lay, her eyes wide open, 
staring at the ceiling, waiting. 

But George's cock still swung like a derrick-arm over her, not ready to make 
its inward thrust. June noticed that the cock had somewhat softened from its 
former bone-hardness. Maybe, she thought, the kid is still having trouble 
with the liquor. George shook his head, as if to clear it, and cursed softly 
at his weakness. 

"God, Georgie-boy," June exclaimed, eager to help, "it looks like you could 
use a little help! Right?" 

George, quite high on his hands and knees over Connie, nodded and grinned. 
Reaching from behind, June groped her hand between his thighs and grabbed 
around his swinging, still-softening member. Firmly she stretched it out as 
far as it would go. Then she pulled it back, the edge of her hand pressing 
against his hanging sac. Then she stretched it out again, then pulled back. 
Several times she repeated the action. She enjoyed the feeling of it 
herself, especially when she clasped her palm firmly about the swelling 
cockhead and left it there, squeezing and unsqueezing her grip. Her hand 
then traveled down the shaft; but this time it stopped and softly clutched 
around his balls. These she began to roll and massage. Then, releasing them, 
she softly ran her cupped hand over the full warm length of George's still 
growing, hardening cock. George had remained motionless on his hands and 
knees, his head raised slightly back. His cock was still swelling. It was 
almost there! Almost.. . 

June's hand moved over the smooth, hard surfaces, and again grasped him 
around the nuts. Then, with her fingertips, she began to bounce and jiggle 
them, feeling the soft, sensitive skin of the thick-looking bag. Then she 
edged the tips of two fingers from the hanging scrotum, up into the center 
of the crease between his firming buttocks. Then she moved it up to his 
asshole, touching it, nudging a fingertip around it, then slightly inside. 
George gave a little cry, his torso flinging upward. But now he was ready. 
He quickly lowered himself, thrusting his legs out behind him. Connie was 
still there and he lowered his hips to hers, then began to kiss her nipples. 

June again ran her hand along the full length of his huge stiff cock. She 
wanted to guide it into Connie's furry little twat. George was already 
spreading the wide lips of her cunt with his fingers and, as June grappled 
around from behind, holding his cock, she could feel his fingers moving, and 
feel the little brushings against Connie's muff. June leaned hard right 
behind George, clasping and squeezing his enormous prick. Before shoving it 
into Connie's gaping love-hole, she wanted to gauge and compare. The only 
cock like it had been Al's, yet George's had sprouted from such humble and 
unpromising beginnings. It probably was not quite as thick as Al's, but 
almost ... and it was just as hard! It probably wasn't as long as Al's, 
either -but certainly it was at least the second-biggest cock she had ever 
seen. And it was warm and smooth and so hot! She grasped and pressed its 
veins, then the long under tube that then disappeared under his scrotum. She 
could hardly wait until she had it inside herself. And she knew her turn 
would come! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

June now grasped George's throbbing shaft in her hand, clasping tightly 
around it just below the enormously swollen cockhead. The soft hairs of 
Connie's love-tuft brushed against her knuckles. Then she pointed the huge 
prick right inside the circle formed by George's fingers . .. and gave a 
little thrust, in! 

She heard Connie's tight little scream at the first entry of the knob into 
her slit. It dove between her cunt-lips, spreading them abruptly. George 
reared back his head, a look of pleasured agony on his face. Then his ass 
muscles firmed tightly together as he drove in further ... deeper. Connie 
screamed again, this time a little louder. George was not as tender or 
gentle about introducing his great monster of a prick into 

Connie as Al had been when June lay exposed to his first entry. George was 
too eager, too hot, as if he wanted to make up for lost time! June hoped 
that Connie could take it. But now Connie's screams and moans had stopped 
and Connie had wrapped her arms about George's undulating shoulders. 

June watched in fascination as George pumped his hips and ass up and down. 
The quick upward withdrawal, then the slower, downward push. At one point, 
as June watched, George paused more than halfway out of Connie's streaming 
cunt to press and push Connie's ass into a better position. June saw the 
greater part of the big, moistened staff halted midway, the balls hanging 
down along the hairy base of it. 

Then George pushed slowly down and further in. There he stayed, deeply 
imbedded, slightly undulating his hips around and around. June watched his 
balls scrunching, and slowly rolling around and around as their loose, shiny 
sac flapped and pressed against Connie's crotch. 

June again reached her fingers out to touch and feel his balls. George paid 
no attention, but kept up his fucking with steady, slower strokes. Next, 
June grasped around the base of his cock as it rose out of Connie's body, 
and rode with it for several strokes. Then George stopped again, full and 
deep inside Connie's tight little form. June could imagine the giant cock in 
its hot tunnel. She could see the huge head, swollen and throbbing, clutched 
inside Connie's womb as it reached up inside the hot, moistening vaginal 
sheath. 

George's in-and-out strokes became longer and heavier. June noticed and 
watched how, at each of his pulling-out movements, the cheeks of his ass 
would spread apart, then come hard together as he thrust downward. She put a 
finger between them, pointing to his asshole. She soon was enjoying the 
feeling of the hot pinch of his crease as he plunged down. On one of his 
long upward strokes, she pressed her fingertip right against the ring of his 
anus and the next time, stuck it in. 

George gasped for a second, but kept right on with his action. Then she 
stuck it in again and began to ride it gingerly in and out of his hole. She 
listened to the gasps and moans, the little cries of pleasure of both George 
and Connie. Then, for a while, all she heard was the slapping of their 
thighs together and the thumping of their grinding hips. 

Then June had an idea. She would go get the pencil case! The nice, shiny 
blue dildo. She was already so excited that her cunt was wet and oozing. So 
she would get the thing, and fuck herself with it, right there on the bed 
with George and Connie, who were now screwing like a pair of jack-rabbits! 
Still hearing their moans and cries, she raced to the overnight bag and 
found her dildo. She ran back to the bed with it and climbed on. She watched 
George's wildly thrusting and turning hips, then gingerly sank her buttocks 
back onto George's bare heels. Resting herself on his lower legs, in spite 
of the way they moved, she shoved the head of the blue dildo to her twat. 
Her generous tits moved back and forth with her shoulders and then she gave 
a good inward thrust ... right into her gaping pussy! In an instant, with 
her head thrown back, she had its full seven-inch length all the way in. 
With it, she began to stroke herself, exactly in time with the rhythms of 
George's hip motions. Then, with her free hand, June reached out her index 
finger and pushed against his asshole. 

Suddenly Connie began to squeal, her thighs thrashed up and down, outside 
George's hips. June knew that Connie had come ... had had at least her first 
orgasm. George's breath was rapid and raspy, his movements steady. Then June 
pushed inside his ass. Then the boy came: 

"UUHH!"he rasped. "UHH! UUHH! UUHH! O. OOUUHH!" 

His cock raised and surged into Connie's body, raging to its climax! He shot 
stream after stream, wad after wad of seething white cum into Connie's cunt. 
"O! UUHH! UUHH!" he went on. "UH! Uh. Uh .. .uh!" 

Then George sank upon Connie, quiet and at rest. He began to kiss her 
beautiful lips. June was now resting fully back on George's heels, pressing 
them, and ramming the dildo into her hot box. She was still fingering 
George's firm-looking ass. Then she stopped, pulling the dildo out of her 
cunt. She waited. 

Soon, George pulled away from Connie ... away, and out of her. Then he 
turned himself around, an almost beatific smile on his face. He sat down on 
his haunches, back on his heels, now facing June. He smiled at her again as, 
behind him, Connie now sat leaning her face against her knees. It was her 
turn to watch! 

George took his cock in his hand and slowly began to massage it-very slowly, 
up and down. It still appeared to be as hard as before, shining from its 
swollen, angry-looking head to its thick base, with all the moistures of his 
and Connie's cum. His balls were dripping with the same wetness and a pearly 
drop hung from one of them. His smile turned almost into a leer as he looked 
steadily at June. She watched his gorgeous chest and body, then gazed at his 
hand slowly whacking at his big prick. Suddenly, he raised himself to his 
knees and grasped June by the back of her head. 

"Now SUCK me, Baby!" he said softly. "SUCK me!" 

He pointed his cock in the direction of her mouth. Immediately, she grabbed 
hold of his swinging nuts and lowered herself to him. She felt the pressure 
of the hot cockhead against her lips and opened them, letting it slip 
inside. Her tongue pressed and swirled about the whole tip. George's hands 
were both clasped behind her head, pushing it forward. Then with one stroke 
she had slid her mouth and lips almost all the way down the long, wide 
shaft. One hand was shielded and softly cupped around his balls, bringing 
their soft warmth up to her chin. Then she began to suck hard, using every 
trick of hot lips and moist swirling tongue. And, boy, how she enjoyed the 
taste of everything! 

"Oww-eee!" George was crying, surging his shaft in and out of her throat, 
"ride it, baby! OH-hh! Suck me hard!" 

Connie struggled toward June's body as it gyrated up and down over George's 
huge hard-on. She reached for the blue plastic dildo which had dropped 
between June's thighs. Grasping it firmly while June's head busily bobbed up 
and down, Connie placed one of her hands at her back and started to shove 
the dildo into June's cunt. Shocked at the sudden entry, June stopped her 
motions, leaving George's prick half inside her mouth. Finally she slid her 
mouth and lips off and began to grind her hips back and forth as Connie sank 
and plunged the instrument in and out. George looked calmly at what the two 
girls were doing and kept his hands around the back of June's head. His 
standing prick was still jerking up and down, heavy and demanding. 

"Don't quit, baby," he pleaded, "keep sucking!" 

He was now brushing his lips through her hair, then down the flushed 
freshness of her cheeks. Connie kept driving the dildo in and out of her 
friend's clutching cunt, watching it grow in moistness. June threw back her 
head and shook her mane. Then she quickly lowered herself and took all of 
George's thick ten-incher into her mouth, clutching at his balls as she 
bobbed up and down, laving the shaft with it all. George began to kiss along 
the back of her neck, then down her spine. Both shivered ... and Connie kept 
up her steady motions below. 

George looked sharply at Connie's half-reclining figure. Again he was struck 
with the desire to get at other portions of her sleek little body. 

"Kneel up, Connie!" he said, deciding to follow his sudden impulse. He had 
to have her and this other luscious girl at the same time! He bent June's 
body backward, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. Then he jockeyed her 
quickly around until she was comfortable under him. His cock swung upward, 
then down, poised above his thighs. 

"Connie," he directed, "over there! Kneel right over there!" 

Immediately, Connie followed his pointing motions and assumed her kneeling 
stance on the bed. George clamped his strong legs into Connie's soft thighs, 
his huge prick ready to enter her waiting cunt. June felt his fingers at the 
parted pink lips of her juicy canal, then felt the shock of the quick entry 
of his prodding cock. 

"Oh, oww!" she said aloud, and George stopped for a second ... then drove 
himself all the way home, deep within her. 

As he began his high rhythmic plunges, George suddenly sank his mouth 
against Connie's sweet-smelling muff, its dark patch dancing before him. She 
ground herself into him as hard as she could, pressing the soft, wide-lipped 
mound against the boy's sucking lips and gently nibbling teeth. It filled 
her with delicious pleasure. She moaned as, suddenly, he reached her clit, 
licking it with irritating probing of his tongue. Her clit sent pleasure 
throbbing into her cunt. Again she ground herself hard into his large, busy 
mouth. 

June ground her hips slowly and bumped her crotch up against his. The cock 
was so big, so hard it filled her with endless sensation. She could feel the 
bulging head of it sliding up and down through her cunt-walls ... then, as 
he pushed deeply, she could feel it swelling and filling the neck of her 
womb. For minute after minute, George pleasured both girls ... his cock 
perfect in its thrill-giving size and rhythms, his mouth fitting over 
Connie's whole box. Even as he fucked with steady strokes, his fingers bit 
into Connie's beautiful buttocks as he lapped at her. June was now moving up 
and down with increasing frenzy, letting George's rod plunge in deeper and 
deeper with each of his hard, downward strokes, giving herself completely to 
the excitement his and her actions rapidly produced. She kept panting and 
writhing, her cunt-lips wrapped tightly around his cock. George kept busily 
flicking his tongue in and out of Connie's muff. 

Suddenly, Connie lowered her head over June's upturned face. Then she mashed 
her lips against June's, licking at them. One of her breasts pressed hard 
against one of June's, the hard nipples striking against each other. 

June kept moving up and down under George's heavy, coordinated strokes, 
feeling now the approach of orgasm. "June!" it was Connie, crying to her, 
"touch my clit. Touch it!" 

George eased his licking and sucking to make room for June's reaching finger 
and soon it was tingling against the stiff, little love-button. Connie was 
going out of her mind! Then came the feel of George's madly whipping tongue, 
licking and probing into her. Then he took his middle finger, pressing 
against the inside circle of flesh, until it gave way to its pressure and 
the long digit sank into her. George now strongly fucked her with his finger 
while he continued to suck her. He ceased the gyrating plunges of his hips 
and his groin rested hard against June's pelvis, his long cock deep inside 
her, stationary except for its steady inside-throbbing ! He was beginning to 
feel the sharp crimson of his coming explosion. 

All three were close, right at the edge. It would take only one motion to 
set them off! 

It was Connie who made it. She suddenly sank her tongue into June's mouth, 
cunt spasming around George's finger. Her sudden action forced June to sink 
her buttocks into the soft mattress then fling her hips upward, her soft 
cunt still encasing the entire shaft of George's prick. 

"OOhhh-hhh!" squealed Connie as George's finger-fucking and sucking slowed. 
"Don't stop. OHHHH, yess-ss, don't STOP!" 

Then she moaned loudly. Now her head hung low as she leaned against his 
body, her cunt throbbing out the flow of her second orgasm. Then it was 
George who started to groan as the first shot of cum spat out the end of his 
cock like a spouting geyser. June plunged up against him, feeling the warmth 
of his streaming seed filling her. He bucked and groaned, half-raising 
himself on his hands. Then he shoved deep again, his legs thrashing. 

"UH! UHH! UHH!" he was gasping, all over again. He felt as though he were 
floating on air, suspended out of nowhere. "OH-hhh ... Arrrr. Uhh!" 

June gave one more upward buck and started to deliver as the last 
diminishing wads of George's cream flowed into her. "MMMM-mm-uh! she cried, 
"ohh-hh, mmmm! Give me more!" But more and more she gushed her hot cum out 
over George's prick and balls. Their thighs became wet and simmering with 
the soft heat of her fluid. 

They all lay gasping, breathing heavily, their bodies fallen in on one 
another. June reached down and began to fondle George's balls again. Then 
quickly, he pulled out of her with a definite sucking, plopping sound. Then 
he lay back, gasping deeply for breath. His giant cock lay athwart his groin 
and then, mysteriously, began to shrivel. 

Finally, with a shamefaced grin, he raised himself on an elbow, surveying 
the girls' nude forms. Then he looked long at the dildo, which had fallen 
aside. 

"You girls like that?" he asked directly. He picked it up, and raised it to 
his nostrils. "Hmm," he said, now bouncing it up and down in his palm, 
"sometime, we'll have to have a party with that. Now, though, I guess we've 
all had enough." 

He seemed fully recovered as he began to dress. Finally, with a long look at 
his two new friends, he let himself out the door, coat and tie draped over 
his shoulder. The two girls were already getting ready for bed, and saying 
their good-byes to him, thanking him for a fine evening and blowing kisses. 

"See you tomorrow," he said, and went across the patio to his room. 

The next day, when June and Connie appeared on the sun-drenched patio and 
poolside, George was already there with his friends. For a while, he seemed 
not to notice the girls. Soon he was on the diving board, his slim waist 
accentuated by the tight fit of his black tank-trunks. They marveled still 
at his perfect body and the perfect form he commanded as he took the first 
of a series of high, graceful dives. All eyes from around the pool seemed 
centered on him and his actions. And after each of his beautiful dives into 
the large pool, there came scattered applause. George seemed to enjoy it 
more than anybody. 

Finally, he was finished, then walked toward his group of male friends, and 
reached for a towel. Only once did he turn in June and Connie's direction, 
as he swabbed his face and torso then rubbed his hair with the white towel. 
He remained occupied with his friends' conversation, once or twice he 
laughed gaily. But eventually he turned in the girls' direction again with a 
smile and wave, but this was the only acknowledgement he made of their 
presence. He sat for awhile, one of his friends doing most of the talking. 
But then all three got up and walked to the outside door of their room. 
George was the last to enter the door, he turned to nod at the girls a last 
time and disappeared inside. They watched every move of his handsome body 
till the last second ... then Connie sighed. 

"Fine thing," said June, miffed at George's lack of concern, "he didn't even 
come over ... much less introduce us to his friends. Well, who cares?" 

"That's right," said Connie. "There are lots of other fish in the sea." 

"Besides," June went on, "I don't even think I'd care to meet his friends. 
That one, the one who did all the talking and laughing. He's so fruity it 
makes me wonder. Boy, what a fem!" 

The girls spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool-side, gradually 
getting more and more acquainted with others of the younger set. Eventually, 
with a pair of new-found girlfriends, they went out to dinner on the town. 
It was an evening of complete, relaxed enjoyment and by ten o'clock, with 
the balmy night air around them, they decided to retire early. Tomorrow is 
another day, they told themselves as they undressed and slipped into their 
negligees, talking and enjoying each other's company, completely content. 

It was nearly midnight; as the two lay on the bed reading, a knock came at 
the door. It was a soft, almost faltering knock. Then it came again, louder 
this time. 

June, tightening her negligee about her, went to the door, her heart 
pounding slightly. Connie sat up, watching her from the bed. June opened the 
door, just a crack. And there was George, in a short terry-cloth robe, 
holding a tall drink in his hand. He looked down at her, his bright handsome 
grin lightening his features. He ran a hand over his hair. 

"Why . .. ah," said June, surprised and stunned. 

"May I come in?" asked George, his smile quickly dropping. His tongue 
flicked across his lips nervously. "I thought there might still be something 
in those bottles we brought in last night ... And I, ah, really'd like to 
see you again." 

"Why, sure, George," called Connie from the bed. "Come on in!" 

June opened the door wide enough to let him in and quickly closed it. She, 
too, was glad to see him, even though he had been a bit more than cavalier 
at the pool today. George walked to the center of the room and stood there 
for a moment. He took a drink from his glass and pointed to the bar. 

"I see you have all the bottles, whiskey, cokes, and all, right where we 
left 'em," he said. 

"Nothing's been touched," cried Connie, running to him. She clasped her warm 
little arms around his middle and squeezed. He felt so warm, smelled so 
good! And June soon had her arm over his shoulders. George bent to kiss 
first Connie, then gave a lingering French kiss to June. The feel of his 
lips heated her up more than ever. When the kiss was over she felt limp. But 
she soon recovered. 

"Want something to drink?" she asked him. "Make yourself at home, George!" 

Connie was already making him at home. Her hands, fluttering quickly at his 
waist, untied the belt of his robe, opening it up for him. June pulled it 
from his broad shoulders and let it fall. Then he was standing there, his 
bronzed body almost completely nude before them. He kicked off his 
leather-thonged sandals. There remained now only his white jockey shorts. 

Connie had excitedly thrown off her negligee and come to him. Her compact 
little form almost shone in the light and her tits stood up from her chest, 
like cups of alabaster, the nipples topping them like cherries. She put her 
arms around his neck and kissed him. June was right behind her, nude and 
supple, her long, full legs spread slightly, the dark, hairy triangle at her 
crotch mysterious and inviting. 

With his tongue now licking his lips, George put down his glass. Then he put 
his hands to his waist and slowly pulled off his jockey shorts. He stood 
there for a moment, as if letting the girls admire him. Their eyes flew to 
his crotch and there was his still-soft cock, nestled in its dark bush of 
crisp-curling hair and resting atop his oversize balls. Then, the girls 
broke out into giggles. George grinned at them, knowingly. 

"Is it always like that?" Connie wanted to know, "before things begin?" 

"Maybe it's just because you girls make me nervous," George attempted to 
explain, "but give it a ..." 

"We know, we know!" they chimed together, "give it a chance!" 

"Come on. Let's go over to the bed," said George, leading the way with long, 
easy strides, "and maybe we can take up where we left off last night!" 

They let him sink himself to the side of the bed then rushed down upon him. 
Their arms intertwined around his shoulders as he grasped at them. Then they 
began to kiss up and down his neck, Connie finally bathing and prodding into 
his ears with her tongue. June had come over him, gently pushing him to his 
back. George pushed his legs straight out in front, delving an arm under 
June's hips, raising her. He wanted to reach her hip, her groin with his 
mouth! Soon she was in place, he began to kiss the smoothness of her hip, 
rapidly moving his mouth to her hairy target. Within seconds, he was licking 
and delving his tongue-tip between the pink, parted cunt-lips. Connie, 
meanwhile, took his limp prick into her hand and sank her mouth over it. She 
felt it stir, begin to harden. Rapidly it swelled and grew, again she felt 
her surprise. 

It swelled and grew and hardened until her mouth was stuck, like glue, just 
to its upper end. Then she slowly moved up and down along its hugeness. Her 
mouth felt like a thimble on top of a huge thumb. Then she grasped the 
thickness of his balls and began to massage the smoothness of them. 

June watched as Connie sucked his cock. George was softly gyrating his hips 
in response, then would shove upward to bury more of his thick, standing 
flesh-rod into her clutching mouth. She watched as Connie lifted her mouth 
off the blunt, mushroomed cockhead, leaving it glistening with saliva. Then 
Connie surged her lips down the underside of the giant flesh, kissing and 
laving and licking it, trailing spit up and down. 

Finally, Connie found his nuts. She stuck her tongue way out as far as it 
would go and ran it hungrily over them, jiggling them with the darts of her 
tongue. George gasped and thrashed his legs. His hard cock jerked up from 
his belly twice to strike against Connie's bobbing head. Then she sucked 
both his balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue about them and softly 
sucking them. Then she released the heavy sac and delved her pointed tongue 
far under his balls, into the darkly warm crease. She moved her tongue-tip 
up to the sensitive skin of his hanging sac. Next she plunged down and 
prodded inward again. This time she found something that made George jump. 
But soon she was down, both of her tits pressed against his upper thigh, her 
ass bumping high up. 

George had raised himself to his elbows to watch Connie sucking and digging 
at him. His heels bumped the carpeted floor each time Connie caused him to 
spasm. Now Connie's mouth was far up under his ass, her tongue-tip finally 
finding and prodding his anus. Then she probed a finger up beside her 
tongue, wiggling its tip against the round, hidden circle. She pushed 
inward. George gave a jump and his cock jerked upward. It was now as swollen 
and hard as a large club. It seemed to wave over his belly. He clasped one 
of his hands at Connie's shoulder and put his other one around June's warm 
neck. He looked down at himself and spasmed, his eyes shut. Then he looked 
at June, who now started to lower herself over his cock. Before he could 
blink an eye, she was upon it, her lips firming around its entire fleshy 
girth, forming a tight hot circle which plunged rapidly down over its 
surfaces. 

George almost cried out with the wild, hot sensations. He kept himself 
leaning on his elbows, eyes lowered, watching the abandoned frenzy of the 
two girls working over his smooth, sensitive privates. He felt his cock 
being drawn and sucked, June's hand grasped at its base; he savored the 
sensations produced by Connie's mouth which now had absorbed his balls with 
its sucking, and of her finger, which now jabbed in and out of his asshole. 
Both girls were now becoming frantic in their ministrations. He was going to 
cum ... he knew he was going to cum! Well, if they wanted it this way ... 
there'd be more where this came from ... Then every muscle of his body grew 
hard and tense. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! 

June gurgled and gasped, swallowing as hard as she could. WHAM! Another 
stream of George's cum shot to the back of her throat. 

"O ... UUHH! UHH! UH!" George's cock was spasming and shooting inside June's 
still busy mouth. Connie's finger rammed home again! "Ooo-eee." 

With that, George fell back, finished. The girls let go their holds and 
pulled up beside him on the bed. He loved their warmth and he put an arm 
about each one. June lit a cigarette for him, he blew a ring of smoke lazily 
toward the ceiling. His cock had grown limp. It was still of respectable 
size but seeming to grow helpless. June began to rub his hard belly, 
brushing her palm to the fringe of his dark thatch. They lay this way, 
caressing each other for twenty minutes. 

Then Connie moved down, again popped his cock into her mouth! This time, 
they were all positioned at about the center of the bed. Quickly George felt 
the surge of blood pumping into his cock, it began to harden and stretch. 
But this time he wanted it all another way. He turned and flung himself to 
his hands and knees. Like last night, June knelt before him. Immediately he 
sank his mouth between her two large globes and began to waggle his face 
back and forth. He soon had one of the hardening nipples in his mouth, 
sucking on it, twirling his tongue around in delicious circles. Then June 
raised her long body and stretched back. This exposed her twat to his eager 
lips. He sank them against it, began prodding his long tongue deep inside, 
eating her without limit! 

George kept his ass up as he knelt on his knees, his thighs wide apart. Now 
it was Connie's turn to get behind him, she quickly did so, resting back on 
her haunches. She surveyed the scene for a few seconds, then groped 
underneath George to grasp his heavy treasure. It was not yet fully hard but 
it swayed and bumped with his every move. Connie then pushed her mouth 
against his white ass and began to kiss up and down, around and around, 
laving and sucking it. George was raised to new heights of passion, he found 
June's clit and began nibbling it, licking at it. June put both her hands on 
his surging shoulders. Connie, behind, was now licking into the deep crease 
of his ass, he opened wider to let her enter deeper. Connie licked and 
laved, and soon her tongue pressed against the tight, round, sensitive 
asshole ... George all too obviously loving it. 

Then Connie had an idea. The dildo. She wanted to be sticking it deep inside 
herself ... and then ... She rushed to get the instrument, but also fetched 
a jar of Vaseline. She lightly bounced back on the bed, hearing June's moans 
of joy and ecstasy. Excited by her sounds and the view of George's body 
surging and undulating, the way his giant cock waved and slapped against his 
underbelly, Connie quickly drove the pencil case dildo deep inside her cunt. 
Looking at the expression on June's face, hearing George's deep sucking 
sounds, she began to fuck herself with it wildly. Just watching and probing 
the dildo soon brought her to the brink of orgasm. But, exercising her 
control, she drew it out. She wanted to try something else, and she looked 
at George's creamy, smooth buttocks. She reached for the Vaseline, began to 
apply it generously to the dildo. Then she positioned herself behind George. 

He was so busy bringing June to climax with his mouth, that he hardly heard 
Connie, hardly felt it when she parted his ass-cheeks with her fingers. He 
enjoyed it when she again traced a finger around his anus. Then she plunged 
it all the way into him! It appeared the boy couldn't get enough. He seemed 
to widen his ass cheeks even more! Then Connie took the dildo and pressed it 
to his hole. With a short, screwing motion she plunged it into the narrow 
aperture. To her surprise, George reared back down on it, it entered him all 
the way! He went on eating at June's pussy without pause; slowly Connie 
began to draw the dildo in and out of his body, fucking him with it. 

His hips undulated back and forth, now his bobbing cock was as hard as a 
stanchion. He's enjoying it, thought Connie, he likes it! She went at it 
even more furiously, and began to finger-fuck herself. 

Suddenly, June popped. Her head wagged from side to side, her mouth was 
drawn back in a grimace of ecstasy. George lapped noisily at her cunt, 
sucking it dry, absorbing all her cum with his mouth and lips. When she was 
finished, June drew away from his face and went to Connie. George stayed in 
the same position, his hips moving back and forth as the dildo plunged into 
his anus! Then out. His hard, thick cock jerked and bobbed between his 
separated legs, its head periodically striking his navel! 

Below, June ran her tongue up Connie's thighs, then ground her face into 
Connie's cunt. She began to suck it furiously, and flicked her tongue up and 
down across the clit. Connie panted and moved her hand and the dildo faster 
and faster. Then she pressed her crotch tightly against June's plunging 
tongue, which was squirming around, buried as deeply into her as it would 
go. Her whole body was in action as she writhed to June's sucking and eating 
and screwed into George's ass with the dildo. Her whole being racing with 
excitement, she grabbed at George's flinging, hard cock. Then she rolled him 
over on his back, his stallion ganglia throbbing and, at times, pointing 
almost straight up! 

She reluctantly drew herself away from June, and proceeded to squat herself 
over George's groin. Slowly, she grasped a hand over his rod, lifting it. 
Then she lowered herself over its huge head and sank her cunt down over it. 
She kept squatting, her cunt slowly filling, stretching, as she pushed her 
twat further and further down. Now the giant cock was fully imbedded, cunt 
lips wrapped about its base, womb welcoming the swollen head. Only his balls 
hung out, resting between his parted thighs. June saw the dildo still sunk 
inside his ass and began to draw it out. 

"No," cried George. "Leave it in! Leave it in. Fuck me with it!" 

She began to push it again, deep inside him, then draw, then push again. 

"C'mon, girl," he suddenly commanded. "Come up here with your twat, so I can 
start eating you again!" 

Connie was moving steadily up and down on him, leaning forward and 
supporting himself on her hands. George began to move his hips up and down 
steadily, fucking deep into her. He was now busy burying his face and tongue 
into June's furry cunt, while she drove the dildo in and out of his ass. The 
only sound now in the room was the thumping sound of joined bodies, cock 
driving into cunt, the sound of heavy, delicious sucking. 

It was June who came first, reaching her second orgasm, again there was the 
wild sound of George's mouth slurping and sucking into her. Exhausted 
finally, June drew away to watch the rest of the action. George, the dildo 
still jammed inside, now fucked up into Connie furiously, while she rode 
him. She ground her stretched cunt harder and harder down and up over his 
proud prick. George had his hands clasped around each of her tits, his 
thumb-surfaces tracing hard over each nipple. Then Connie moaned and panted 
louder. She began to feel the approach of orgasm. She writhed and screwed 
herself down on the enormous prick which George kept jamming up into her. 
She gritted her teeth as now it came in a flood of crimson sensation and a 
huge explosion of cum-juice. 

George held her hips fast as he kept fucking up into her. Her tits swung 
from side to side as her body was jolted by each of his mighty thrusts. She 
had finally stopped cumming, but George was still pinching her nipples, 
sending exquisite thrills through her body. George pumped up into her, 
seeming to have a hard time reaching his climax. 

It was June, remembering the dildo, who reached down below. First she 
tenderly cupped his balls, then reached down to the base of the dildo. She 
pulled it out gently, then thrust it back in, still slowly. George groaned. 
Then she pulled it out again .. . then quickly jabbed it all the way home! 

"Here it COMES!" cried George, as his balls exploded in huge, rushing 
surges, its under-tube throbbing like a giant jugular. He shot one load 
after another into Connie's gaping cunt. He drew back his ass, pushed up 
hard! Then he shot another full, streaming load deep into her. He kept 
cumming and cumming while she rode him fiercely. Then he shot lesser and 
lesser wads as he emptied his thick cream into her. 

Finally, Connie rolled away from him, exhausted. June kept driving the 
dildo, while George's cock still lay, thick, heavy, and hard across his 
belly. Suddenly he got up again on his hands and knees and pulled June under 
him. His hard cock swayed up to meet her hairy bush. He motioned to Connie. 

"Get behind me, like you did before," he said, "and shove. Fuck me with that 
thing!" 

Then he lowered himself and entered his cockhead into June's twat. He fucked 
and pummeled against her while Connie stroked him from behind. Within 
moments George and June had come again, this time completely together. This 
time all three lay back, their heavy breathing subsiding to normal. George 
lit a cigarette. 

There was the sound of a mocking bird out in the trees. They all listened, 
cheered and glad. 

"Guess it's time I'd better be going," said George, reaching for his 
terry-cloth robe. "Tomorrow, my friends and I are heading on to Key West 
..." He looked at the clock. "No, in just a few more hours." 

June and Connie were all solicitousness. They hated to see him go. Just when 
they'd found so much in common! George nodded his agreement. 

"But we'll keep in touch," he said, "once we all get back." 

They rapidly wrote out their addresses, vowing they'd be friends for a long, 
long time. They kissed warmly. Then George went to the door and stepped out 
into the darkness. 

June and Connie went to bed wondering if they would ever really see him 
again. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

June and Connie returned to their apartment just off the Riley College 
campus. Things hardly seemed the same; during their first few minutes home, 
Connie looked inside the refrigerator: there were the same cartons of milk, 
the same dishes of leftovers sitting exactly as they were the last time she 
had looked inside when she and June awaited their ride to the airport for 
the trip to Florida. Now, it seemed so long ago. 

June was looking out the frosted kitchen window at the surrounding hills. A 
heavy snow had fallen and the hills stretched out white before her eyes 
under a sullen sky. Florida's bright sun belonged to another world, but 
until this morning they had been real enough. June sighed and riffled 
through the pages of a book which lay open on the kitchen table. 

'That's what we get," she said to Connie, "coming back three days early. The 
whole place is as deserted as an empty graveyard." 

"I know," Connie returned her sigh and walked to the thermostat to turn it 
as high as it would go. "I don't suppose Len and Tom are back yet." 

"Hell, no," said June, "from what they said, I'll bet they don't get back 
till after classes start. Well, who cares?" 

"Right," nodded Connie. "It'll give us a chance to get started on that 
research project for Home Ec. I'm sure the library will be open." 

"Big deal," said June. She seemed lost in thought, listless. Although she 
and Connie had remained at the Miami motel, basking in the sun by the pool, 
sightseeing with their new friends and even taking dips in the ocean, things 
hadn't seemed as exciting after George left. 

"I wonder if we'll ever hear from George again," Connie said, reading her 
thoughts. She shivered in the remaining chill of the apartment and rubbed 
her hands together, warming them. 

"I hope so," answered June, "and you know what I think?" 

"What?" 

"I think that when we do," June began, "there's someone we ought to put him 
in touch with. Linda! There'd be a match for you!" 

"Oh, yes," Connie clapped her hands. "I agree. But..." Suddenly she was 
thinking, and she frowned ... 

"You mean what about us?" June had already made up her mind and she added, 
mysteriously, "I'm afraid, my girl, I have other ideas." 

Whatever the ideas were, she kept them to herself for now. Their friendship 
with Tom and Len was all well and good, but Florida-and George-had opened 
new vistas. Why go back to something which had already begun to cloy and get 
a little old? 

Right now she was wishing that she could see Roy. 

She had been thinking of him off and on for weeks and now she was admitting 
to herself a real desire to see him. But why hadn't she taken the effort to 
get the name of his father's garage business? Not that she'd call him . . . 
But, still, it would be nice to know it . . . just in case. And, there was 
also Al. Al and Connie. Well ... 

"C'mon, Connie," June said abruptly, "We'd better start unpacking. We're 
gonna be right here till spring!" 

The next afternoon, she took Connie downtown for some shopping, or, more 
precisely, some extended browsing along the imposing storefronts of State 
Street. More than once she let her footsteps lead her to the spot where she 
had first met Roy. Her heart would skip in her breast each time she passed 
it by. Then they happened by the last place they had seen Roy and Al. This 
time, it was almost as if she could see them standing there. Why, oh why, 
had she acted so huffy? 

She and Connie decided to drop into a coffee shop for something warm ... 
some talk, perhaps, would take her mind away from her sudden longing. 

This was such a small town, yet... 

Just as they left the coffee shop and turned into the street, facing into an 
icy wind, that they both saw the approaching figures. It was Connie who 
spoke. 

"June," she said, half-pointing at them, "there are your friends; the two 
boys we saw last time!" 

June said nothing, but her heart was racing. She ducked her head into the 
furry collar of her coat, knowing what was coming. But so far it appeared 
that neither Roy nor Al had noticed them. June and Connie looked at the two, 
seeing their slim, wiry legs striding in faded Levi's; their heavy zippered 
jackets, their collars pulled high, protecting their torsos up to their 
chins from the cold of the late afternoon. Their hands were jammed into 
their jacket pockets, fresh snow-flakes flecked the thickness of their hair. 
Suddenly 

Roy raised his head slightly and looked at the girls, the expression on his 
face reflecting a classic double-take. June felt herself blushing all over. 
A slow, almost halting grin flashed across Al's face and suddenly Roy was 
stopping and turning toward them. 

"Hi!" he said, his face reddening from something besides the cold, "hi, 
there! Don't we know you?" 

June had stopped dead in her tracks, holding onto Connie's arm to steady 
herself. Roy's left hand reached out to grasp gently at her shoulder and 
with his right, reached out to grasp hers in a handshake. 

"God!" he exploded, "it's good to see you! How the hell are you? You look 
like a million. Suntanned, and all. Christ, June-bug .. . oh, Christ!" 

Her heart skipped merrily now, her hand welcoming the warm pressures of his 
friendly handclasp. Her smile nearly matched the joy of Roy's. Suddenly she 
felt so relieved. But quickly she recovered herself. 

"Roy, it's good to see you," she said. "It really is!" 

"Oh, June .. ." Roy began, "I'm . .. I'm, Christ! June, I was just saying to 
Al, here ... I really was. If only .. . And here you are! Oh, June-bug, it's 
a goddam miracle!" 

"Roy, I've been thinking about you, too," said June, deciding to be blunt 
and honest. She leaned her back against the plate glass window of one of the 
big stores, her face showing her gladness. "Oh, er, this is my roommate, 
Connie Rickards. Connie, this is Roy and Al .. . How are you, Al?" She 
nodded at the boy. 

They shook hands all around, standing there in the cold winds. Roy leaned 
one of his hands, then both, against the cold plate glass on either side of 
June's head, his face pressing close to hers. Haltingly, Al began his 
conversation with Connie. 

"We've just got back from Florida," said June, bubbly inside. "You know, 
winter vacation. But we came back early ... just to ..." She wanted to say, 
"see you," but quickly substituted, "get some early studying done." 

"Bet you had a good time, huh?" asked Al, grinning, the snow falling more 
thickly into his dark hair, clinging to his eyelashes. 

"Yes, we did," said June, "but it's good to be back ... now ..." 

She could tell Connie was glad, too, silently seconding her every word. 
Connie's eyes were glued to Al's features, dancing at what they saw. 

"Want some coffee, somewhere?" it was Roy, offering the suggestion, his face 
glowing with a mixture of pink and red. 

"We've had enough," piped up Connie, "to float a battleship!" 

"Well, how about a party, somewhere," Roy went on, "to celebrate your being 
back ... and sticking around?" 

They all laughed at this. "Mmmm," June giggled, "sounds nice!" 

"How about our place?" This was Connie, all aglow with meeting Al and her 
thoughts of him. "I can whip something up real fast. . ." 

The two boys grasped the girls by the arms, almost dancing, "Let's go up in 
my car," offered June, "and have ourselves a ball!" 

"Gee," answered Roy, with a wide, wide grin, "we thought you'd never ask!" 

He pulled June away from the glass storefront, put his arm under hers, then 
around her. June felt his warmth as a welcoming thing. The foursome strolled 
slowly through the now thickly falling snowflakes to the corner. There they 
waited for the change of traffic lights, chatting, laughing, letting the 
snow swirl about them, watching the few passersby. 

"Good thing you have a car, June-girl," said Roy, looking. "I left my wheels 
at Pop's g'rage. We can walk back down, if it..." 

"We'll see about that," June said, a smile in her eyes. "My VW's right over 
there," she added, pointing. Then came an afterthought, "Maybe you'd better 
drive up the hill to our place. This snow's making things too skiddy for me 
to handle the car safely." 

Happily, they all piled into the parked car, while Roy took his place behind 
the wheel. June sat beside him, snuggling close, listening to Connie's 
excited chatter from the back seat, intent upon making Al, always so quiet, 
open up. Soon, June was admiring the way Roy handled the car through the 
snow-thickened streets. She rested her head against his shoulder, and ran 
her palm over his long thigh, feeling the coolness of the blue jeans. 

In less than ten minutes, the four were inside the girls' hallway, heading 
up the stairs to the apartment. Her hand trembling, June inserted her key 
into the lock. She giggled nervously at her clumsiness, while her three 
companions waited. Finally, Roy drew her hand away, and turned the key 
smoothly. He opened the door and drew June inside ... then brought her to 
him, giving her a long, full, lingering kiss. Her breasts pressed firmly 
against Roy's heavy jacket; while Connie and Al stood by, watching, 
temporarily at a loss. Connie shut the apartment door behind them. 

"I'm so glad to be back here," Roy murmured into June's shell-like ear, 
"with .. . with you." 

"Me too," said June pressing against him more firmly. "I'm glad you're 
here." 

"Sorry about last time," Roy began. "I don't know what got into me!" 

"It's all right, baby," said June, kissing him again. "At least I got to 
meet Al." She reached out to grasp Al's hand and, like a little shy 
schoolboy, Al looked down at his feet. 

"Come on!" cried Connie, now more anxious than ever to make Al feel at home, 
"let's everybody off with our jackets and coats and things!" 

"Things?" her roommate teased. This time, it was Connie's turn to be shy, 
and she felt the blood rushing to her face. She was remembering June's 
warning about Al's having more in his pants than she could handle. But 
seeing Al now so close, she could still hardly believe it. 

"Yes, things!" Connie brazened. "Like if we're going to have a party, let's 
get on with it!" 

"Or off with it..." added Roy, quickly shedding his jacket. Connie was 
already helping Al off with his, rather enjoying the feel of its heaviness. 
Then she took Roy's winter jacket, too, and headed for the closet with them. 
Slowly, Roy was removing June's fur-collared coat. He let his hand stroke 
her breasts through the thinner material of her sweater. Boy, he thought, 
this girl with a sweater! He cupped underneath one of her blossomed tits 
with an arc of his thumb and outstretched finger. He looked down at the 
nipple pushing out against the tight-fitting fabric. 

"Mmmmmm," June breathed involuntarily. "Hurry up, and put the coat over 
there! And come back!" 

June was almost ignoring the other pair by now, watching Roy's long, springy 
legs striding across the room. But Connie had already taken off her outer 
wraps, her coat, her red and gray plaid woolen cap with its long, red-tipped 
tassel. Its thick matching scarf she left about her neck, hanging all the 
way down to her narrow little waist. She looked at Al, and grabbed him by 
the hand. 

"Come on to the kitchen, Al!" she cried, "we've got the makings for some hot 
toddies! Lemons, even the rum ... or bourbon, whichever. All we need is to 
put the kettle on for some hot water. Come on and help me!" 

Al followed the girl's lead eagerly, his hand now clasping around hers. They 
went quickly to their work, the doors of the refrigerator, the cupboard, 
opening and closing. Against the dark window-pane, there was the sound of 
the slashing wind, the scudding of snow crystals. But it was so snug and 
warm inside that neither paid any attention. 

"Mmmmmm," said Al, now leaning Connie against the long kitchen counter. "Now 
you come here ... Where it's warm!" 

In a moment, Connie was in his arms, her head swimming with happiness. The 
kettle, on low flame, began to simmer and bubble, emitting a low, steady 
whistle. For the first time their lips met in a warm kiss. 

In the living room, June and Roy were engrossed in a lot of heavy kissing of 
their own. June was stretching herself back, arching against the bolsters of 
the divan, letting Roy feel her tight, tensed belly ... his hands wandering 
up to her rounded breasts. She put her hands around the back of his head and 
pressed her lips against his. 

"Ohhh-hh, honey! Roy!" she moaned softly, "you make me feel sooo good . . . 
I-I. Oohh!" There was the moist sound of their lips smacking together, the 
sound of Roy's lips kissing along her throat. "Let's hurry! I want you ... I 
want to fuck you ... I like to fuck you! Ohh-hh, Roy, honey!" 

Their kissing, their heavy petting went on, until the two other youngsters 
brought in a tray full of steaming drinks. June sat straight up, feeling the 
tenseness of every nerve and muscle. Roy disengaged himself to lean against 
the softness of the cushions. He accepted a cup of the steaming toddy and 
lifted it to his lips. 

"Wait!" cried Al, his shyness gone now that he had his arm around his girl. 
"Let's drink a toast! To us!" he said, raising his cup. "To all of us!" 

"And to the wild, wild storm outside ..." finished Roy. "Let it snow, and 
hail ... and raise holy hell. We're right where it's at!" 

They drank it down, all of them feeling the heat tingling and warming the 
pits of their stomachs. Connie quickly poured another out of a steaming 
metal pitcher, which gleamed in the lamplight. Except for June, they all 
drank it down a second time. She lingered over hers, sniffing about the 
edges of her cup. Suddenly, Roy rose to his feet. 

"I'm getting undressed!" His voice was firm, but his body wavered, "right 
now! I don't know about the rest of you, but..." 

Their hands clapping in glee, they watched Roy strip off his clothes, piece 
by piece. Finally, he reached down to his feet to wrench off his socks. 
Then, with a long look at June, then at Connie, he put his hands to the 
waistband of his jockey shorts and pulled them down ... and off. He 
straightened himself boldly, and parted his legs. His heavy cock was 
hardening rapidly, plunging downward, then rising. Connie clutched her hands 
around Al's waist, watching. 

Roy turned to June, lowering his lips to hers. His hands were now busy with 
her sweater, urging it off over her head. His cock was risen fully, the 
delicate foreskin peeling back halfway down the head from the tip. Without a 
glance at Al or Connie, he let his passion take control. June helped him in 
every way, her eyes glued to his cock, the dead-center of his thighs. She 
sighed, as Roy leaned over her welcoming body; he began to fasten the edges 
of his teeth around the bra-covered nipple of her left tit, then her right. 
She began to groan in pleasure as Roy's warm, hungry lips roamed over her 
belly, to her delicate little navel. In an instant, her bra was at their 
feet, her rose-red nipples jutted erect from their darker shields, 
glistening with the wetness of Roy's kisses. As she leaned back, her heavy 
globes wobbling on her chest, she grasped the base of Roy's shaft, her 
fingertips caressing under his slowly swinging balls. She loved the warm, 
inside feeling deep between his legs. She also began to watch Connie's 
reactions and the way Al's soft brown eyes glistened and his tongue began to 
search the corners of his mouth. Connie's woolen scarf was already gone, 
Al's hands were on her shoulders, pulling at them, kneading them. Connie's 
right hand was around Al's waist, her left beginning to struggle with the 
buckle of his belt. 

"Same goes for you, honey," Roy was murmuring in June's ear. "I like to make 
love to you, too. Fucking you ... is all where it's all gonna start, and 
finish!" 

His long, hard, fleshy cock bobbed up and down, the fully bared head of it 
nudging between her tits. He pressed it in closer, its glans slippery 
against her smooth skin. She reached down, and pulled the hard staff to her 
lips. Then she sank her mouth over the glisten hard knob. Her eyes were 
half-closed ... but from the corner of them watched the two other lovers. 
Roy jabbed in deeper. 

Connie had just finished peeling out of her blouse, her sweater already 
flung to a chair. Al's shirt was pulled out over his belt, which was 
completely unfastened. He still had his hand around Connie's slim waist 
where the girl's hands were busily opening the little clasps of her skirt. A 
pull of the skirt's zipper, and the garment was down about her ankles. Al 
tore off his shirt, pulling his arms out of its sleeves, and let it drop to 
the floor. Then, while Connie slipped off her woolen socks, Al reached for 
his cup of toddy and downed it. 

Then, with his legs slightly apart, he firmly lowered his pants and took 
them off. Connie covered the back of his bent head with a flow of kisses. Al 
slowly, with a firm stroke, lowered her panties ... and Connie kicked them 
aside. Now she was as nude as a jaybird ... and Al gently began to probe and 
feel along the hairs of her tender-looking muff; he dove a finger into her 
slit, and darted it in and out. Connie leaned back her head and kept her 
arms around his naked shoulders. His huge prick, growing harder and harder, 
bulged out of the fabric of his jockeys. First the head of his cock, then 
inch after inch of its thickening shaft prodded out under his shorts. 
Connie, seeing the size of the bared and growing lance, grabbed hold of it. 
Then with a sudden move of both hands to the boy's waist, Connie swept down 
the cotton shorts around Al's small tightening ass. Her added motions 
disengaged his cock and pulled the small white garment down his legs. Al 
kicked away from it and stepped slightly back, his hands for a moment drawn 
to his hips. 

Now the immense length and width of his prick rose rapidly, arching strongly 
from his thighs. Connie's eyes widened in shocked surprise. Then she gasped 
and sank back into a chair. Al moved toward her, his hard, arching staff 
bobbing with its weight. She put her hands around his buttocks and looked. 

Though Roy was driving his throbbing cock in and out of June's mouth, giving 
her a slow but steady mouth-fucking, June had kept an eye on the other 
proceedings. She wanted to see more and drew away from Roy's stiff, 
demanding prick, while she still rubbed the inside of his thighs. She leaned 
back, wanting to watch her roommate begin to devour the immense phallus 
prodding out from Al's loins. Al only stood there, his eyes closed. The huge 
thick cock was just as June remembered it: the head bare and swollen, the 
whole shaft of male flesh like a long, waving iron girder. 

In an instant, Connie wrapped her hand around the thick staunch base of the 
cock, steadying it, tracing around Al's balls. Then, with her ruby lips 
parting, her jaws opening wide, she fed the great mushroomed knob into her 
mouth. She slid her lips further down the cock, clamping it tightly in the 
moist pressures of her mouth. 

Roy had now dropped to his knees before June's slightly reclining form, his 
stiff prick throbbing and brushing against her lower leg. Then he plunged 
his open mouth into the bared, flesh-pink lips of her cunt. She shuddered, 
threw her head to one side as she felt the electric contact of Roy's tongue 
probing against the edges of her pussy. She held her breath for what seemed 
an eternity, waiting for the final tongue-thrust which would take her 
exploding into ecstasy. 

"OHH! Give me that big, hard THING!" Connie's voice, hushed but excited, hit 
them with her words. "Al, honey ... I want your COCK ... inside me ... all 
ofit!" 

She had withdrawn her mouth from the huge phallus, was leaning back into the 
recesses of the chair, legs thrown out in front between Al's. With one quick 
move, Al lowered himself directly over her, his hands supporting him on 
either arm of the chair. His cock swung out heavily, its head swelling even 
more. Roy stopped his action over June's gaping pussy-hole to gaze for a 
moment at this lovely Connie, completely nude and spread-eagled beneath his 
friend, Al. Already, the large, round tip of Al's dick had begun to split 
apart the lips of Connie's snatch. Connie writhed and grimaced as Al 
steadied himself, plunged his hard thing in deeper. Then Al, adjusting his 
legs inside Connie's, withdrew all but his cocktip. Connie began to wrap her 
legs hard around him, opening herself fully to him. Then Al plunged slowly 
back in, his huge rod gradually burying itself inside her. 

Roy's balls, stimulated beyond endurance, demanded fucking action. Roy 
raised his face from June's hairy snatch and, struggling with her body, soon 
edged and shoved her on the divan. He was going to fuck her now! Really fuck 
her! He raised himself and felt June's hand grasping around his prick to aim 
it between her legs. The muscles of Roy's ass tightened as he rammed himself 
forward, his hips now bucking against hers. He felt his quick, deep 
penetration. Neither of them was able to control the risen lust between 
them. 

Connie had started to moan as Al forced his magnificent erection far into 
her hungry cunt now filled to bursting. "AAA-GGHH!" Connie's cry came from 
deep inside her throat, driven out by the blasts of sensation in her loins. 
The broad, long, red-hot cock Al was shoving in and out of her surged and 
flashed into the tight warm caverns of her womanhood. Al's ass firmed and 
relaxed as he delivered one boiling stroke of his cock after another. 

Suddenly he moaned aloud as, at last, his hips ground fully against Connie's 
... and there he rested, his enormous engine completely imbedded in her. He 
wobbled his hips from side to side, letting the deep, hot, clutching gut 
soak and bathe his throbbing penis. He put his arms around Connie, pulling 
her forward. 

"On the floor!" he loudly whispered, "let's do it on the floor!" Thereupon, 
only half withdrawing his immense dick, with Connie struggling with him, 
their fastened bodies slid to the soft carpeting. With Connie remaining 
right under him, Al plunged back into her tight, tingling cunt, spreading it 
wide-almost splitting it! Then he began fucking her with long, light 
strokes, his balls every so often resting and surging against her hot 
crotch, dripping with its flowing juices as his cockhead delved far up into 
her womb. 

Connie's hips now began to writhe and buck in earnest as she felt the first 
red explosion of cumming strike into her whole system. Her eyes glazed and 
she dug her fingernails into Al's smooth back. His hips went on pumping 
wildly. 

"AARRGHH! I'm ..." Connie cried out and she began to spurt her love-juice 
from her gaping cunt. In the next second, Al reached his climax. His balls 
tightened as his cockhead swelled and began to spurt long, heady wads of 
thick cum into her body. He humped, and humped, up and down, his cock 
shooting thickly with every stroke. Finally it was over; he rested quietly 
upon her, kissing her parted, gasping lips. 

"Ohhh, baby!" he said finally, "that was the greatest!" He began the slow 
arduous process of pulling his still-hard cock out of her cunt. 

June, meanwhile grown oblivious to everything but Roy's body, his kisses on 
her neck and mouth, his dick plunging and sliding in and out of her pussy, 
felt the deep insides of her cunt begin to glow like hot coals. Through the 
special screen of pleasure, she felt as though her entire body had been 
lowered into a bubbling cauldron of hot liquid. The undulating waves of her 
cunt encased the rock-hard prick Roy was driving into her . . . right to the 
core of her very being. She worked her cunt muscles, sending thrills racing 
along Roy's spine. His hard prick plunged in and out with increasing speed, 
his balls bouncing and pressing against her soft inner thighs. Carefully, he 
was building to the point of simultaneous orgasm. 

As his pelvis smacked into hers, his cock delved and sank into her belly, 
its head driving . . . seeming to fill all her space and still demanding 
more! She could feel the swollen hardness of it plunging tightly against the 
end of her cervix. Roy now lay heavily on her breasts, his hands slipped 
under her soft buttocks. 

Suddenly, she felt her love for this boy. Suddenly, she wanted all his 
babies! 

"OOOHHH!" she moaned softly in his flushed ear. "And to think I ever got uhh 
. . . mad at you . . . Uh . . . And missed all this! Darling, I must have 
been nuts. Now, I wouldn't give up your cock . . . uh, uh, UH! . . . for 
anythingnggg!" 

"Right on, baby!" he whispered. He kissed her fervently and, inside her, he 
spasmed and flexed his cock. She moaned again, feeling her pleasure. She 
returned the action. "Ohh-hh, baby!" he cried softly, "you're such a good 
fuck. Like nuthin' in this world! Ohh-hh, Kee-rist!" 

He then clamped his mouth over June's, driving his tongue between her teeth. 
He teased her tongue with his, swirling it around, dueling with it. Then, he 
began a slow rocking motion over June's lush body. Underneath, his fingers 
folded about her ass-cheeks. He pulled her high against his deep-delving 
shaft, then rammed her with mounting abandon. His hips rose and fell over 
her, his cock, long and thick, dividing her pussy. He knew that she was 
approaching orgasm, could tell by the ecstatic look in her face, the look in 
her wide-open eyes. He jabbed once more, deeper than ever. He could feel his 
heated cock increase in size and sheer hardness, pressuring out the walls of 
her cunt . . . pressuring them to the limits of endurance. He continued his 
fast, pounding action . . . hot, heavy, demanding. 

Now she was crying . . . softly. "Ohhh-ROY!" she begged. "Don't stop! Don't 
ever STOP!" 

She ground upward, her hips thrashing against his. "OOhhh-ARRgghhh! 
HON-eyyy! I'mCUMMINNNGG!" 

With that she cried and gasped! The crimson feeling spread over her, then 
she loosed every ounce of juice she held, just as Roy's cock commenced its 
sharp, long, mighty spurts of hot, milky cum! WHAM! WHAM! She felt the long, 
streaming shots entering her deep, dark pit. His hips, still moving 
strongly, slowed. Then there was one final swelling of his cock and one last 
shooting wad of his hot seed. 

Then they lay in each other's arms, their breaths rapid, mingling together. 
The wind blew hard against the eaves of the house, fast-falling snow slashed 
against the window panes. 

"Oh, Roy," June said quietly, her fingers tracing the firm smoothness of his 
chin. "I've never felt like this about anybody in my whole ... life! I think 
... I know ... I'm in love ... with you." 

"About time, baby!" said Roy, and softly he kissed her lips. His hand rubbed 
gently over her body, and came to rest over her breasts. "I'm nuts, about 
you. Have been since the first time ... we met, downtown." 

Then, suddenly remembering, they looked at their two companions. Connie and 
Al still were on the floor, but now with a blanket, which Connie had quietly 
brought from the bedroom, thrown over them. Connie lay half atop Al's body. 
While periodically she kissed him, she kept running her fingers through his 
dark hair, then down about his tight, well-shaped ears. 

"Looks like they've made it, too," said Roy, folding his arms back of his 
head. He could not remember when he'd felt so supremely contented. 

"Yes," breathed June. "And just imagine! The four of us! What a ball!" She 
could remember, deep inside her, the feel of Al's immenseness. She wanted 
... what? 

"We'll see, baby," said Roy, now stroking along her back. "We'll see. Right 
now, I want only you." 

"Ohhh-hh, yes-ss!" sighed June. "Ohh-hh, yes!" 

The wind and snow continued fiercely outside. But in the living room, with 
its warmth and soft light, there flowed only the warmth and contentment ... 
and silent thoughts of things to come. 


THE END
