Her Sweet Spread Ass
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

ANAL RAPE 

I clawed at his back and gasped faintly, "G-Gino! Gino, p-please! I I want 
you to fuck my ass! I - I want to feel your big, thick cock rammed deep 
inside of my hot ass!" 

"Hell, baby, you sure is a slut!" he muttered thickly, climbing off of me. 
"Get up on all fours, baby, and stick that sweet girl tush in the air, and 
ole Gino'll give ya what ya need!" 


WATER SPORTS 

He grunted and let loose with a hot, strong stream of piss. It blasted from 
his bladder with geyser-like intensity, spraying all over my face. I gurgled 
with shock, gasping for air, a hot stream of piss spraying right into my 
girlish mouth. The salty taste of piss filled my mouth, running in pungent 
rivulets down my gagging throat ... 


BREAST AND BODY TORTURE 

Rochester's big, beefy hands were clenched around the trussed up girl's 
small, aching breasts, and he was kneading and tearing at them savagely 
while he butt-fucked her, his forefingers and thumbs pinching cruelly into 
the strawberry-stained nipples ... 

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ANAL RAPE 

"Yeah, bitch! Feel that big cock rammin' up your ass-hole! You like that, 
bitch? You like your uncle's huge cock screwin' your butt? Take it, slut! 
TAKE IT!" Uncle Buck muttered thickly between clenched teeth. 

His beefy hands were clenched cruelly around my waist. I sobbed, my cheek 
pressed against the rough wood floor. My cunt was tingling and dripping and 
aching from the hard fucking Luke Hawkins had just subjected me to. 

And now, a new, strange, painful sensation was raging through me. My tender 
virgin anus was ripped wide apart by my bestial uncle's ten inch prick, and 
it was ramming in and out of my blazing bowels. A dark, primeval pleasure 
had begun to mingle with the excruciating pain which tore through my rectum, 
and though I sobbed and moaned, I found myself starting to respond to the 
brutal act of sodomy. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before ... 

Sodomy is as ancient a sexual practice as normal copulation. The Greeks and 
Romans reveled in it. In some cultures, sodomizing a woman was used as a 
means of birth control. And many women come to prefer this form of 
intercourse. Indeed, some of them need to be sodomized in order to achieve 
an orgasm. 

Obsession with sodomy almost always has its roots in a traumatic 
introduction to anal intercourse. Usually, the brutal initial incident 
begins as a horrible experience, and when the victim begins to unwittingly 
enjoy the sensations flooding through her ravaged body, she feels helpless 
and guilt-ridden. Her later compulsion to repeat the act which traumatized 
her is, in essence, an unconscious means of self-punishment; by subjecting 
herself to the humiliation again and again, she inflicts damage to her 
self-esteem, wallowing in shame, relinquishing her conscious sense of 
conditioned morality in favor of the bestial sensations which have been 
awakened inside of her. 

As Sigmund Freud noted in his masterful study, DORA AN ANALYSIS OF A CASE OF 
HYSTERIA, the psychological determinants of obsessive erotic behavior can 
almost always be traced to three factors: "a psychic trauma, a conflict of 
affects, and ... a disturbance in the sphere of sexuality." 

The following classic case of obsession with sodomy is graphically related 
by the victim herself. As a girl of sixteen, her naive conception of 
sexuality and the world was rudely overturned one bright June afternoon in 
the rustic community of Amber Springs, Kentucky ... 

My name is Chastity McCabe, and I was orphaned when I was fifteen. My only 
living relation was my uncle, Buck McCabe, who lived in Amber Springs. I had 
seen Uncle Buck only a few times in my early life, since my parents lived in 
Tuckerville, sixty miles east of Amber Springs, and my father did not get 
along well with his brother. 

My early memories of Uncle Buck were of a big, rough-looking mean fellow, 
inclined to drinking too much and swaggering and arguing. I had overheard my 
parents talking in low tones about problems Buck had gotten into, especially 
with his wife, Violet. He was apparently a wife-beater, and finally, Violet 
couldn't stand it anymore and had left him. This occurred about a year 
before my parents died tragically in a car crash. 

I was very reluctant to go live with Uncle Buck, because he made me uneasy. 
The last time I'd seen him had been on my fourteenth birthday. He had stared 
at me with a strange glint in his eye, and when I passed him in the hall of 
our house, he had reached out and patted and squeezed my buttocks in a 
manner I found shocking and revolting. 

But, at first, Uncle Buck was quite nice to me. I guess he felt a little 
contrite about the way he'd treated my father over the years, and was 
inclined to make up for his deficiency as a brother by taking good care of 
his niece. 

Buck worked as a lumberjack near Amber Springs. We lived on the outskirts of 
town, in a roughly hewn log cabin which Buck had built himself sixteen years 
before, when he married Violet. 

It was an isolated but beautiful spot. Forests of cedars and pines and 
larches spread on three sides of us, and rolling green hills, fronted by a 
babbling brook could be seen from my bedroom window. It was a ten minute 
walk to the nearest road, where you could catch a bus into town, and our 
nearest neighbor was quite a ways away. 

I fit in pretty well at the Herschel Sprinter Memorial High School in town, 
and made friends and was quite happy. Still, my home life was at best 
uneasy. Uncle Buck used to go out drinking almost every night with his 
buddies, and he'd often come lurching home with a mean look on his face, and 
I'd hear him banging things around. I learned to go to bed and shut out the 
lights before he got home from these binges, and I often wished there was a 
lock on my door. I feared Uncle Buck even before I realized why I had reason 
to fear him. 

I had a boyfriend at school, a nice guy named Nick Sorenson, and I lost my 
virginity on the eve of my sixteenth birthday in the back seat of Nick's 
maroon Pontiac at the Jewell Drive In just off Highway 69. 

When school ended that year, I got a job as a waitress at a burger joint in 
town, working nights. So my days were free. I spent a lot of time at home, 
liking to explore the woods and swim in the brook. I sometimes went over to 
visit my best friend, Carol Ann Nightshade, who lived several miles away, 
and Nick, my boyfriend, came over a lot. 

Buck didn't like Nick, and vica versa. In order to avoid a confrontation 
with my uncle, because I knew he was capable of being violent, I learned to 
be quite an adept liar. With Carol Ann as an accomplice, I often told Uncle 
Buck that I was going over to the Nightshade house when I was really out 
with Nick. This ruse seemed to work, since Uncle Buck was a bit thick-headed 
and was drunk most of the time anyway. 

Since he worked during the day, I usually had the log cabin all to myself 
during the summer, and could relax and enjoy myself. Then, one June 
afternoon, everything changed ... 

I decided to take a swim in the stream. Nick was working, and Carol Ann had 
a cold, so I was all by myself. Clad only in a pink bikini which did little 
to cover my already amply proportioned body, I dove into the cold clear 
water and swam around. 

At sixteen, I was a lovely girl. Petite and shapely, my breasts were 
rounded, firm and high, with rosy silver dollar sized nipples. My waist was 
narrow, sloping slightly at the hips, and I had shapely, lithe legs. 

A cluster of platinum blonde tresses framed my oval-shaped face, and my eyes 
were large and long-lashed and cornflower blue. I had an upturned button of 
a nose and full, strawberry-colored, bee-stung lips. 

My flesh tanned to a deep golden brown in the hot Kentucky sun, and my hair 
was bleached almost white. As I treaded water that afternoon, shaking my wet 
blonde hair out of my face, I suddenly saw movement at the edge of the woods 
out of the corner of my eye. 

I turned toward the movement, and saw that someone was watching me. He was 
standing, half-hidden by a tall cedar, and his dark eyes were burning with 
naked lust like smoldering coals. I felt a rush of consternation and fear. I 
recognized who it was immediately. 

His name was Luke Hawkins. He was a hulking black man who lived in a shanty 
two miles away with his ailing grandmother. He was a shiftless fellow, doing 
odd jobs in town. He owned a still, too, and my Uncle often bought cheap 
rotgut whiskey from the brawny Negro. 

Several times, Luke had come over to our house, bringing jugs of brew for 
Uncle Buck, and I remember feeling uneasy by the way the big fellow looked 
at me. He was very big, a hulking giant of a man. 

Standing six foot three, he must have weighed two hundred and thirty or 
forty pounds, all of it beefy muscle. He was black as the ace of Spades, 
with crude Negroid features;. a thick flat nose, full sensual lips, a 
squarish head. He had stubbly, unshaven cheeks and a hungry look in his 
eyes. His hair was close-cropped, a mat of tight kinky curls on his 
bullet-shaped head. 

His thick, ox-like neck connected with immensely broad shoulders, and his 
torso was shaped like the spreading hood of a cobra. Now, he was wearing 
only a pair of dirty khaki-colored trousers, tied at the waist with a length 
of rope. His muscular chest was dark as ash, glistening with a sheen of 
sweat like polished teak wood. 

I scrambled up on the bank of the stream, my golden, scantily clad body 
dripping with water. My skimpy bikini top did little more than stick to the 
moist spheres of my breasts; you could see the shape of the puckered nipples 
quite clearly. 

I grabbed my towel, and started to walk swiftly back up to the cabin. The 
hairs on the nape of my neck prickled in suspense, and my heart lurched as I 
heard the snap and crunch of Luke's feet as he strode after me. I was just 
about to break into a run when a strong hand lunged forward, grabbing me by 
the wrist and spinning me around. 

I was staring up into the hulking Negro's animalistic face, and he stared 
down at me with wolfish passion. I could smell the smoky musk of his body, 
mingled with the scent of whiskey on his breath. His eye whites were 
reddened he was so drunk. But he held his liquor well. There was nothing 
about his movements which was clumsy. His fingers felt like steel as they 
gripped my slender wrist. I felt weak and dizzy with fear. 

"L-Luke, let go of me, you're hurting me!" I whimpered. 

He grinned at me, revealing twin rows of pearl white teeth. He said huskily, 
"Where you goin', Chastity, baby? I think you an' me can have a good time 
together!" 

"Luke, I I have to go home now! I'm I'm expecting friends any minute!" 

"No you ain't, baby. I listened to you talkin' on the phone this mornin'. I 
hear you sayin' you gonna be all alone today! Now, you gonna make Luke feel 
real good, honey!" 

He leered down at me. His other hand slid around the back of my neck, 
gripping it hard, and he bent down with a husky growl, his hot whiskey 
breath blasting over my face. I squawked as his thick-lipped, hungry mouth 
clamped down on mine. He was kissing me, sucking at my mouth, and I felt his 
long, swarming tongue slide between my lips and snake around. 

I struggled violently, raking at his sweaty chest with my nails, drawing 
blood. He snarled, jumping back slightly, letting go of me. Choking back a 
sob, I turned and scrambled up the embankment toward the cabin. But I 
tripped on a twig and sprawled face down on the ground. He came sprinting 
after me, and I screamed as he roughly grabbed my arms, jerking them behind 
my back. He held them together with one beefy hand, tugging the rope from 
his belt loops with the other. As I cried hysterically and struggled, he 
tied my wrists together tightly, muttering angry, incoherent words under his 
breath. 

He flipped me over on my back, kneeling on the ground beside me. His fingers 
twisted cruelly in my wet blonde hair, practically ripping it out by the 
roots. I screamed again, and he slapped me, hard, back and forth across the 
cheeks, stunning me. He held my face in his big sweaty hand. I felt his 
fingers grip against my throat, tightening till I was almost choking. His 
bestial, snarling face loomed up close to mine and he hissed hotly, "You try 
anything stupid like that again, bitch, an' I gonna hurt you real bad. Hear 
me? HEAR ME?" 

"Y-Yes!" I sobbed hoarsely, shaking like a leaf. 

I realized that there was nothing I could do to resist this hulking black 
brute. My hands were tied behind my back, I was all alone in that desolate 
corner of the woods, and this drunken animal was quite capable of killing me 
if I resisted him. I forced myself to try to relax. 

He bent down with a grunt, crushing his sensuous lips to mine. I felt the 
urge to gag as his wet, drooling tongue lapped at my coral pink lips and 
slithered between them, tangling with my tongue, trading spit. But the heat 
and suction of his mouth against mine began to illicit an unwitting erotic 
response. 

I gave a muffled moan as I felt one of his hands start to slide over and 
grope my scantily clad, girlish body. He kneaded my tits, his hand running 
down the plane of my tummy and cupping around my wet bikini bottoms, 
squeezing my pussy through the pink cotton. He growled, worming his fingers 
between my flesh and the bathing suit, and I shuddered as his calloused 
cuticles scraped over the tender pink petals of my mons. He stroked and 
squeezed them, poking his middle finger up into the tight wet fuck hole, 
pushing forward until the whole finger squelched up inside of me. 

Still kissing me hard, he pumped the finger in and out of my cunny, and I 
felt involuntary flickers of dark pleasure well up inside of me. He lifted 
his face off of mine, panting thickly, a strand of saliva connecting our 
lower lips. He grinned obscenely and said in a husky voice, "Yeah, baby! You 
got a hot tight little cunt! Yeah! Feels good! Feels real good!" 

He grabbed my bikini bottoms and ripped at them in bestial fury, tearing 
them right off my body. I gave a shrill cry of nervous shock and 
trepidation. His dark eyes glinted as they drank in the sight of my 
vulnerable naked loins. A creamy strip of white flesh traced my delectable 
tan line, contrasting becomingly with the copper tone of my legs and 
midriff. My girlish pussy was a moist pink 'V of puckered flesh, very 
faintly tufted by soft golden down. 

He grunted in pleasure, rubbing his fingers all over my pussy, pinching hold 
of the pink petals of flesh, peeling them back, revealing the glistening 
jewels of my vulva. I gave a dry little sob as darts of wanton pleasure 
started to knife through my lower body. 

He scooted down, panting hard, and I felt his hot whiskey breath on my naked 
thighs. I arched my back, uttering a strangled cry as his pink wet tongue 
sluiced hungrily up and down my quivering gash. He pushed his drooling lips 
against the lips of my pussy, kissing and slurping on it furiously. 

He worked his tongue up into the narrow, clenching fuck tunnel, and then 
ferreted out the clove-like erection of my girlish clitoris. strumming at it 
furiously. I made little sobbing mewls and gasps as sharp explosions of 
ecstasy rippled through my lower body. I couldn't help it. I was becoming 
turned on. I was beginning to sink into an abyss of sensual pleasure. 

He lifted his head from between my legs, smacking his lips and grinning 
wolfishly, his lower face wet with my warm, translucent love honey. 

"Yeah, I like tastin' your hot sweet pussy, baby! An' now, you gonna taste 
my hot thick nigger cock! Yessirree!" he said hoarsely. 

He got to his feet, and I gaped up at him with my big baby blue eyes, 
trembling uncontrollably as I watched him unbutton the fly of his 
khaki-colored trousers, hauling them down and off. 

When he straightened up, I gave a loud gasp of shock, my eyes widening. The 
man was incredibly well-hung! Between his strong, tree trunk like legs swung 
a huge set of black, baseball-sized balls. Rising magnificently above his 
sweaty gonads was a huge, bloated rock-hard pecker, a shade darker than the 
rest of his body with a bloated, puce-colored knob the size of a fist. His 
prick was a good eleven inches long. It looked like a small arm, and was as 
thick around as my wrist. 

A wiry thatch of kinky black pubes formed a nest around the thick, 
vein-etched base of his black meat, and the prick jerked and twitched 
obscenely in the air, a sparkling droplet of liquid quivering on the glans. 

He dropped down on his knees, straddling my waist, and leaning forward. With 
one hand, he grabbed me by the hair, jerking my head up. With the other, he 
fisted his big truncheon and slapped it back and forth across my face, 
smearing my cheeks and lips with salty pre-come. The heady musk of unwashed 
Negro loins filled my nostrils, and I moaned feebly. His fingers twisted 
cruelly in my hair and he ordered thickly, "Suck it! Suck this nigger cock, 
bitch!" 

I gurgled as he forced the huge sticky knob between my lips. My jaws 
strained apart, almost to the snapping point, and his throbbing dick-pole 
slid over the squirming trench of my warm wet tongue, scraping over the roof 
of my mouth. I gave a muffled moan, tears springing to my eyes as his 
dick-head rammed brutally against the back of my mouth, making me want to 
gag. 

"Swallow it, baby! Oh, YEAAAH!" he muttered thickly between clenched teeth, 
starting to buck and hunch with his hips. 

He clenched his hands around my head and slammed me down on his pumping 
pecker savagely. My gullet gaped and stretched around the stick shaft of 
manhood. It forced its way right down my throat until my gaping, pink lips 
were mashed into his musky pubic bush. My eyes bulged. I couldn't breathe. I 
thought I was going to choke on his over-sized whanger. 

I'd sucked cock before. Nick's cock, that is. But Nick wasn't nearly as big 
in the dick department as this brawny black brute. I gagged and struggled 
and choked, tears streaming down my cheeks, spit running from the corners of 
my pink, swarming lips. 

"Uh huh, eat this man prick, white slut! Suck on it! Suck on it GOOD!" Luke 
Hawkins panted thickly. 

He began to pump in and out of my throat, easing back till only the head of 
his cock was imbedded in my wet warm mouth and then sliding it down my 
gullet once more, his heavy black balls banging up against my chin. 

Then, he backed out of me abruptly, his log-like truncheon snapping from 
between my lips and smacking up against his belly, dripping with spit. He 
mashed his big pungent balls against my face and made me lick them. 

Then, he hunched down, sticking his prick between my pillowy breasts, 
sliding it back and forth. He pinched and twisted my nipples between his 
forefingers and thumbs, turning them into aching pinpoints of sensation. I 
moaned and squirmed between his clenching, muscular thighs. 

He was panting like a beast. He scooted down on top of me, his hefty, 
muscular body bearing down on me, flattening my tits. I could hardly 
breathe. I felt his rock-hard truncheon throb against my stomach. It felt 
humongous. 

He nudged my legs apart with his knees, rising up on all fours. He reached 
down and fisted his eleven inch cock and pushed it forward between my legs. 
I gave a little sob as I felt the fat, greasy cock-head prod against the 
tender petals of my pussy. 

He humped into me hard, and his giant dick sliced up to the balls deep in my 
aching twat, banging against my dimpled cervix, stretching it wide. I felt 
ripped wide open. Scorching sensations of pleasure bordering with pain tore 
through my cock-stuffed lower body. I arched my back and screamed. He 
chuckled savagely, rocking from side to side, churning his fuck-pole inside 
of me. 

"Yes, bitch! Feel this nigger cock pumpin' up your pussy! Feel it!" he 
muttered hoarsely. 

His hands were planted on either side of me, and he raised himself into a 
push-ups position above my body. His hard sweaty ass started to churn 
athletically back and forth as he sledge-hammered his mighty horse-meat up 
to the balls in my throbbing cunt again and again. 

Each time he pumped up inside of me, a fireball of intense sensation would 
tear through my body, stars sparkling behind my eyes. I arched my back, 
making little moans and whimpers of unwitting pleasure, tossing my head from 
side to side. My succulent boobies flopped up and down. My hot spread cunt 
lips slurped and tugged around his thick black meat. 

I knew suddenly that I was about to come ... 


PART TWO 

Luke Hawkins battered my pussy with brute force, his big, muscular body 
jerking back and forth, his huge, throbbing man-meat stroking viciously in 
and out of my gaping cunny, making my trussed up body quiver and writhe, 
practically knocking the breath out of me as he screwed me. 

Hoarse little grunts were spraying from between his clenched white teeth and 
saliva frothed at the corners of his mouth. I felt a telltale flutter deep 
in my aching loins, spreading like a warm balm through my nerve endings. I 
gave a strangled scream, arching my back, tossing my blonde tresses from 
side to side, my hot cunt slurping hungrily at his stiff dick. 

"AAAAHM AAAAAHH AAAAH!! " I sobbed in wild, wanton ecstasy. "F-FUCK MEEEE! 
OH GOD!! OH GOD!! I I'M G-G-GONNA C-C-CUUUMM!! " 

I arched my back, my entire body convulsing, and the black stud moaned in 
bestial satisfaction as I climaxed, my honeyed fuck sheath milking furiously 
around his stroking member. 

"Y-Yeah! UNGHH UNGH!! UNGH!! You gonna make me shoot my scum, bitch! You 
gonna make this nigger shoot his sperm up your bitch twat! OH YEAH!! HERE IT 
FUCKIN' COMES!! AAAAARRRGGGH!! " he bellowed in passion. 

He heaved up inside of me one last time, burying all eleven inches of his 
stupendous prick up to the musky balls deep inside of me. I sobbed, still 
reeling from the delirious waves of fiery pleasure which cascaded through my 
body, scorching my nerve endings. 

I felt his enormous erection explode like a Roman candle in my hot slut 
hole, squirting thick pungent gobs of man juice deep inside of me. 

"Aaaaah.. y-yeaaaah!" the sweaty black stud moaned huskily, his big physique 
sinking down on top of me. 

I felt dizzy and weak. Dimly, I heard a sound which made me look up over 
Luke Hawkins' shoulder. I gave a little screech, my baby blue eyes growing 
round with shock and terror. 

There, standing not three yards away, his ice gray eyes blazing like 
sun-stung storm clouds, was my Uncle, and he was training a shot gun on Luke 
Hawkins' back. 

"U-Uncle B-Buckl!" I squealed. 

Luke stiffened on top of me, giving a hoarse grunt, and then heaved his 
sweaty black body off of mine, his shrinking donkey dong popping out of my 
wet pink pussy. His eyes bulged when he found himself staring into the 
barrel of my uncle's gun. 

Buck McCabe was a titanic fellow indeed. He stood six foot two, tipping the 
scales at two hundred and twenty pounds of big beefy muscle. That day, he 
was wearing a red and black checkered lumberjack shirt, with the sleeves 
rolled up to his elbows, unbuttoned to the waist. 

You could see the thick slabs of his chest muscles, and the sweaty whorls of 
reddish brown hair which swarmed all over his brawny torso. He had very 
broad shoulders and a thick, ox-like neck. He had a large, rather 
Neanderthalic head, with short-cropped reddish brown hair. 

His eyes were deep-set and gray, shaded by bushy brow His nose was slightly 
off-kilter, having been broken in a brawl in his youth. His mouth was 
thin-lipped and surly, and his lean hungry cheeks and jutting jaw-line were 
stubbly with a two day shadow. 

His dirty dungarees bunched at the crotch around a big basket, and I could 
see that my lusty uncle had a huge hard-on which strained against the leg of 
his trousers. He was trembling in fury and passion. He was also drunk. I 
could tell that by the red flush on his swarthy features. I thought for a 
moment that he was going to shoot Luke and I right then and there, and my 
life seemed to flash before my eyes. 

"All right, nigger," Buck said in a hoarse, low, deadly tone, through 
clenched teeth. "Start runnin' afore I blow your head to smithereens!" 

"T-Take it easy. Buck, man! T-Take it easy!" Luke stammered hoarsely, 
scrambling to his feet. 

Without even bothering to grab his pants, the tall, rugged Negro turned and 
went sprinting down the hill just as fast as he could, scared out of his 
wits. Buck aimed the gun and fired a round of buck shot over Luke's head, 
and that made the stricken Negro run even faster. 

I'd wager Luke Hawkins broke some kind of record, he was running so fast. He 
went streaking through the underbrush in no time at all, leaving me lying 
there, my hands tied behind my back, come dripping from my raped pink pussy 
as I stared up at Uncle Buck with pathetic blue eyes. 

"Y-You saved me, Uncle Buck!" I managed to stammer weakly, smiling at him 
shakily. "P-Please untie me! This rope's hurting my wrists!" 

Buck turned his scorching gray gaze to me, and his lip curled in a sneer. He 
tossed the man aside, flexing his big muscles. He strode over to me, lifting 
a foot and planting it between my breasts, brutally shoving me down on my 
back on the damp soil, for I had just sat up. 

I shrieked in shock, fear clutching at my heart. Keeping his foot against my 
body, he said huskily, "You little fuckin' tramp! You let that big dirty 
nigger fuck you! And you liked it! Hell, I heard you urgin' the beast on! I 
saw the way you was humping up and takin' that dirty black dick up your 
twat! I oughta blow your whorish head off! But I ain't gonna! No sir! I got 
all hot and horny watchin' that black buck matin' with you! Hell, I'm gonna 
make you earn your keep, slut! Yessir!" 

He shrugged off his lumberjack shirt, flexing his big, sweaty muscles. He 
unbuckled his belt and hauled his pants down and off, standing before me 
buck naked save for a pair of dirty socks. 

His rock-hard ten inch prick sawed the air in front of him like a barbed 
javelin. It was huge and thick and meaty, oozing pre-come, surrounded by a 
fuzzy mane of brown pubes. A big, sweaty pair of scum-bloated balls hung 
lustily between his hirsute and muscular legs. 

I felt a little wanton tremor shoot through me as I stared up at him, 
mingled with fear. I felt dizzy and lost. The world seemed to have turned 
topsy turvy on me. There was no safe ground. I was plunged into a crazy 
funhouse of wild and dangerous sexual subjugation ... 

"U-Uncle Buck, please, you're ... you're DRUNK!" I pleaded plaintively. 

He laughed harshly, his big hard-on twitching up and down in the air. He 
bent down, grabbing hold of me by the hair, twisting his fingers in my 
golden tresses. 

He snarled, "Yeah, I'm drunk. Chastity, baby, an' I want some hot fuck 
action, an' you're gonna make me feel good! So jest shaddup and take it, 
'cause that's what bitches like you is made for!" 

He started to drag me by the hair up the incline to the log cabin. I 
screamed and kicked, tears streaking my pink cheeks as pain shot through my 
scalp. Twigs and stones scratched my naked buttocks and back and legs as he 
hauled me up to the cabin, kicking open the door and dragging me inside. 

He shoved me down on the floor, where I lay sobbing and shivering with fear. 
Then, he dropped down on his knees beside me, jerking my head back so I was 
looking up at him. 

He said huskily, "You sucked that Negro's cock, didn't ya, Chastity?" 

I sobbed and reluctantly nodded. 

He fisted his ten inch fuck pole, brandishing it before my tear-streaked 
eyes. He jerked my head forward, slapping his sticky cock back and forth 
across my face. 

"Kiss it! Come on, kiss your uncle's pecker, slut!" he growled. 

I whimpered, but complied. I puckered my raspberry-stained lips and smooched 
his dick-head, sliding my licker all over the pulpy surface of it, tasting 
the bittersweet tang of pre-come and piss. 

He moaned as I started to lap and kiss at it, guiding my head up and down 
the corrugated stem. I painted it with my warm spit, nuzzling my flushed 
face in the musky thatch of pubes at the base of his cock, licking at his 
inner thighs. 

"Yeah, baby, lap that man body! Uh huh, yeah, that's good! Real good!" he 
muttered hoarsely, shuddering as my curling pink licker squelched up beneath 
his scumbag and rolled back and forth, tickling his scrotum. 

I suckled each of his scum-bloated nuts, the pungent scent of his heated, 
unwashed testicles flooding through my nostrils, making my head spin. I was 
slobbering and mewling, going wild with passion now, my aching, ravaged 
pussy twitching and oozing. 

He moaned and said thickly, "Suck those balls, baby! Suck those big hot stud 
balls!" 

He jerked my head back by the hair and pushed his horse-dick down, prodding 
between my lips, forcing my jaws wide apart. I gurgled as his sticky fuck 
pole pumped into my mouth, flattening my squirming tongue, slamming back 
against my tonsils. 

He clamped both hands around the back of my head, forcing me down on his 
member. My eyes bulged and I gave a strangled moan of protest as his 
ox-sized meat stretched my gagging gullet wide, sliding down into my throat 
all the way. 

Carnal heat flooded through me and I hummed in bitch passion as my bloated 
'O' shaped lips slurped sensuously around the very base of his meaty pole. 
His sweaty pubes tickled my nose, and his hairy balls grazed against my 
chin. I could feel his stiff manhood pulsing in my mouth and throat, and I 
loved it, though I was getting light-headed from lack of oxygen. 

"That's good, baby. Real fuckin' good!" he muttered hoarsely, churning his 
horse-cock back and forth in my oral orifice, sliding it over the satiny 
wetness of my licker. 

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking my stud uncle's cock, really getting into it. 
I wished my hands were untied so I might run them all over his big, sweaty 
body and play with his balls while I milked his meat with my mouth. But 
there was something exciting, in a strange, . perverse way, about being 
rendered so helpless. I felt like a passive sex slave. I could sense the 
rugged, animal power emanating from my brutal uncle, and it intoxicated me 
incredibly. I purred and sucked with wanton satisfaction. 

"Yeah, Chastity baby, you suck cock like a fuckin' pro!" Uncle Buck hissed. 
"I bet you love suckin' all the cock you can, huh, slut? I bet you suck your 
boyfriend's cock and all the other guys, too! Nigger cock, white cock. Chink 
cock, it don't matter to you, as long as it's thick and hard, huh, slut?" 

I could only gurgle. He pulled his whanger out of my mouth and shuffled 
around, bending over and sticking his hairy ass right in my face. He reached 
behind my and grabbed my hair. 

"Suck my ass, cunt! Lick out my dirty man ass!" he snarled. 

I gagged as my face was plastered between the furry cheeks of his ass. They 
clenched around my face, and the blasting pungent scent of his butt filled 
my nostrils, making my eyes water. I groaned in degenerate acquiescence, 
thrusting out my tongue, letting it slide up and down his musky butt crack. 
I tasted his ass-hole, flicking at it with my tongue tip, feeling the 
clenched circle tug hotly at the tip of my licker. 

I pushed my tongue right up inside and washed it around. I couldn't believe 
it; I was licking my uncle's ass, and I was actually liking it!! 

"Yeah, baby," he chuckled lewdly. "You like it all, don't ya?" 

He scrambled around again till he was facing me. His hot gray eyes moved up 
and down my body. He gazed at my hot pink cunt, still wet and dripping with 
my love honey and with Luke Hawkins' spunk. 

"Shit, your pussy's all dirtied with nigger jism. Did he fuck your ass, too, 
girl? Huh? Did he fuck your bitch ass?" he demanded. 

I gulped and shook my head. "N-No, Uncle Buck!" 

A big, ugly grin spread across his Neanderthalic features. His 
spit-slickened dick pulsed in the air. He growled and grabbed me by the 
waist, flipping me over on my tummy on the hard wooden floor. 

I felt his strong, calloused hands close around the high, dimpled cheeks of 
my plump white ass. I whimpered as he dug his thumbs into the fleshy cheeks, 
peeling them back. He growled in satisfaction and lust as he ogled the tiny 
pink circle of my anal rosette. 

It was small and puckered and glistened with a droplet of moisture. I had 
never been fucked up the ass before. In fact, it had never even occurred to 
me that that was a sexual possibility. 

My uncle shoved three thick, calloused fingers between my buns and prodded 
and caressed the tiny rectal opening. A strange shock of warmth rushed 
through my bowels as he titillated my ass-hole. 

"NNNNNGGGH!" I gasped hoarsely, my eyes bulging, my back arching, as he 
suddenly forced his thick middle finger forward, sliding it up my ass-hole, 
stretching my clenched sphincter muscle wide. 

Darts of pain and dark, primeval pleasure swamped my guts as he began 
ramming the finger in and out of my hole, wriggling it around inside of my 
tight hot ass socket, grunting in satisfaction. 

The initial pang of discomfort subsided pretty quickly, and suddenly I 
started to feel a response deep within my ass, a heat which expanded through 
my body and into my cunt. 

I whimpered, arching my back, wiggling my tush, my hot little ass-hole 
milking at his thick digit. 

"Oh, yeah, baby, that's a tight little ass-hole you got there! Real tight 
and hot!" he panted hoarsely. "Ain't nothin' nicer than a tight hot virgin 
ass-hole!" 

He pulled his finger out of me with a moist popping sound. He clenched hold 
of my slender waist with one hand. I felt something big and hard and fleshy 
ease between my upturned ass cheeks. A surge of shock and unbridled lust 
shot through me when I suddenly realized what it was he was going to do. 
Trepidation mingled with a strange, urgent need. My heart beat rapidly. I 
whimpered in fear. But I wanted it. I wanted his cock up my ass ... 

He prodded the puckered wet opening of my ass with his stick dickhead. He 
clamped his other hand around my waist, too, holding me steady, on his knees 
behind me, between my legs. 

"All right, slut! Take it!" he muttered thickly between clenched teeth. 

He tensed his ass cheeks and thrust forward hard. For a brief instant, my 
wet, puckered ass-hole resisted the brutal phallic assault. Then, it 
distended and sucked around the pumping dick pole. 

He groaned in bestial pleasure as his heart-shaped dick-head popped inside 
of the furnace-hot tightness of my squirming, slippery colon. A white hot 
fireball of pain exploded in my guts, sending bolts of agony blasting 
through me. My head snapped back and I gave a hoarse gurgle of shock, my 
eyes bulging. 

He savagely hunched forward again, sliding the entire length of his ten inch 
prong up to the balls deep inside of me, till my gaping ass-hole was sucking 
around the base of his penis. He rested there, churning his meat deep in my 
hot slick guts, his musky pubes pressed up against my tender white tush. 

I found my voice. "N-N-NOOOOOON!" I shrieked, whipping my blonde tresses 
from side to side. "T-TAKE IT OOOOOUUUUTI! YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEM 
OOOOWWWWWW!" 

Pain ripped in steady waves through my body, making me squirm and writhe 
frantically, desperately trying to get away from him. But his hands clenched 
around my middle in a vise-like grip. He grunted and began to hump with his 
hairy ass, stroking his stud prick in and out of my hot butt hole. His 
slippery pecker squelched in and out like a well-greased piston, and he 
shuddered and growled like a beast, savoring the sensations which flooded 
through his bowels. 

"Yeah, bitch! I like that tight virgin ass! OH YEAH, BABY!! TAKE IT!! 
UNGHGGH UNNNGGGHM" he snarled between clenched teeth. 

He was sodomizing me with brute force now, his lower body whipping back and 
forth, moving back till only the corona of his cock was inside of me, then 
heaving forward again and slamming it up to the hilt in my narrow rectal 
passageway. 

The mind-blasting waves of agony were starting to ebb and entwine with 
another sensation. I was still struggling and sobbing, but a dark heat began 
to expand through my bowels. It felt as though a huge arm was punching at my 
guts savagely. Flames of mind-drenching passion licked all through my body, 
making my hot young cunt twitch and blaze. 

I found myself arching my back, absorbing the savage thrusts, moaning for 
them, beginning to love them. The rapture grew, spread, enveloped me. I was 
swimming in a sea of primordial passion. I was pushing back with my 
haunches, taking his big horse-cock all the way up my ass again and again. 

I loved it. Yes, I loved having my brute of an uncle sodomizing me! The 
sensations I was experiencing were unlike anything I'd ever experienced 
before. I loved the way his sweaty thighs smacked up against my buns, making 
my trussed up body jerk forward, practically knocking the breath out of me. 

His heavy testicles were whipping up and smacking against my dripping pussy. 
He slid his hands under me, gripping hold my bouncing boobs, crushing them, 
twisting them pinching them. He licked and sucked on the side of my neck, 
sticking his tongue in my ear, whispering hot, lewd things to me as he 
humped into my butt hole hard and fast. I could feel the hair on his belly 
and chest scrape and tickle against my butt and back. 

"Yeah, bitch girl, take your uncle's big cock! Oh, baby, I could fuck that 
hot oily ass forever! UNGHN UNGH!! UNNNNGGH!! Yeah, bitch! YEAAAH!" He 
muttered thickly, redoubling his efforts, pounding my guts into pulp. 

I felt something blossom inside of me and burst into flower. Delicious 
explosions rocked my body. I screamed. I sobbed. I came and came and came 
... I was writhing like a frantic eel. My hot ass sucked and tugged around 
his pounding pecker. He bellowed in bestial passion as he felt my tight 
slick butt hole milking furiously around his member, and I felt his dick 
tighten, thicken, spurt. 


PART THREE: 

Well, that was just the beginning of a torturous three week period during 
which I was kept virtually a prisoner by my drunken ass of an uncle. He 
raped me repeatedly, taking particular pleasure in slamming his huge thick 
phallus up my tight pink ass-hole. And, though I came to hate him with all 
the passion I could muster, I found myself enjoying the hot and savage sex 
to which I was subjected again and again. Especially the sodomy. I reached 
heights of erotic passion while being fucked up the ass unlike anything I'd 
experienced before. 

Uncle Buck refused to let me go out with my friends and locked me in my room 
when he was away. I was really starting to lose my mind when, one day, I 
came to a decision. It was desperate, but it was what I had to do. 

There was a little window in my bedroom, and I could just barely manage to 
wriggle through it. I decided to run away from home. When Uncle Buck was at 
work, I stuffed some things into a knapsack, forced myself through the 
window, went in the front door and found some money hidden beneath a 
floorboard. It was about eighty dollars, and I knew that if I took it and 
then got caught by Uncle Buck, my ass was grass. 

I had to get away from Amber Springs as fast as I could. I darted down tc 
the Highway and hitched a ride with an old man in a battered rust-colored 
Studebaker, who took me as far as Kingston Falls. There, I spent the night 
on a park bench, and got another ride the next morning to Alfalfaville. I 
rented a small room at a flea-bag hotel for five dollars for the night, 
freshening up and getting a good night's sleep, and the next morning, I 
walked to the highway hoping to hitch a ride to Chrome City. A cousin of my 
mother's lived there, and I knew she'd take me in. 

It was a hot clear morning, and I was wearing a pink tube top and a pair of 
skimpy thread-bare cut-off jeans. I guess I looked pretty ravishing. My long 
blonde hair cascaded about my narrow shoulders like sunlight, and my flesh 
was copper-toned by much exposure to the sun. 

It didn't take me very long to get a ride. I held out my thumb, and a huge 
Mack truck screeched to a stop right in front of me. I clambered up into the 
cab gratefully and as the truck screeched away from the curb, I took a look 
at the driver. 

A little thrill of interest rustled through me. He was quite a hunk. He 
grinned at me and said, "Hey there, pretty girl! The name's Gino Amaretto. 
Where you heedin'? " 

"Hi, Gino!" I said sweetly. "I'm Chastity McCabe, and I'm trying to get to 
Chrome City. I hope you're heading that way." 

"Sure am, sweetcakes! Got me a load of Peltzer Bathroom Buddies tc deliver." 

"Peltzer Bathroom Buddies?" 

"Yeah. Handy little gadgets invented by this dude Peltzer in Kingston Falls. 
Sellin' like hotcakes these days. Little things with razors, toothbrushes, 
and what not built-in." 

"Well, it looks like YOU could use one of those Peltzer Bathroom Buddies 
yourself, Mr. Amaretto!" I joshed coyly, batting my lashes at him. 

The big trucker did indeed need a shave. His strong, jutting jaw-line and 
cheeks were stubbly with a two day shadow. He was a big guy of about 
thirty-five. Six-three, two fifty, I'd say. Hairy as all get out. He had a 
crudely handsome face. His short-cropped jet black hair was cut within an 
inch of his scalp. He had a Mets baseball cap tilted rakishly over one brow. 
His eyes were deep-set and sea green. He had a sexy, sensuous mouth and a 
big grin. 

He was wearing a sweat-soaked tee shirt which adhered to the beefy contours 
of his upside down triangle of a torso. His arms were very brawny, with 
biceps like cantaloupe halves. He had tattoos on each bicep; one of a dagger 
with a snake coiling around it, the other of a skull and crossbones. He also 
had on a tight pair of dungarees, and boy, did he ever have a large basket! 
I could tell right away that the lusty Italian-American trucker was hung 
like a bull. He kept on looking over at me, his sea green eyes blazing with 
frank interest, and I smiled coyly at him, sticking out my shapely young 
tits and letting my gams slide apart. I was rather horny, since it had been 
three days since I'd last had sex, and I was used to getting a pretty 
regular diet of hard thick dick. 

We were chatting about diverse sundry topics and I let one of my little 
white hands drop casually on his big, muscled leg. I felt him stiffen, and I 
let my fingers feather slowly down his inner thigh till they were resting 
lightly on the swiftly expanding bunch of his genitals. I squeezed them 
gently, cooing with sudden delight when I felt a hefty spear of fleshy 
dick-meat thickening rapidly in his blue jeans. 

"Oh, my goodness, Gino! You really have a big one, don't you?" I gasped, my 
cornflower blue eyes darting down to his lap. 

The burly trucker gulped and said huskily, "You're playin' with fire, honey. 
Don't play with it unless you're willin' to put out!" 

His emerald green eyes were burning into me like lasers. I looked up at him, 
my pretty face flushed with wanton desire. I moistened my lips with my pink 
tongue and said softly, "I want it, Gino. I want it bad ... " 

I was already fumbling with his zipper. He gave a thick groan as I tugged it 
down and wormed my fingers inside of his fly. I purred in pleasure as I 
hauled out the big greasy slab of manhood, my fingers gripping at the 
impossibly thick sides, feeling it pulse with virile heat. 

It was more than ten inches long, and very, very thick around indeed. It had 
a fat, pink, drooling cock-knob, and the side of that big whanger made my 
mouth water. I scooted down with a little whimper, pushing my pretty head 
into his lap, puckering my ruby red kisser and smooching his sticky glans. 

I felt the Italian stud moan as my satiny tongue sluiced across the pulpy 
cock-head. I tasted the bittersweet tang of his pre-come. I tickled his piss 
slit with my licker and gurgle with pleasure, yawning open my jaws as far as 
they could go and going down on him greedily. 

I was bobbing my head up and down in his lap, my cheeks hollowing, my tongue 
flailing back and forth beneath the twitching shaft of his horse-cock. I 
shuddered in pleasure as his hefty phallus punched back into my throat, 
bringing tears to my eyes, stretching my gullet wide. 

My hot sucking lips plunged into his musky pubic thatch as I milked his hot 
horse-dick with my mouth and throat. 

"Y-Yeah, baby, suck that big dick!" he groaned, the fingers of one hand 
gripping frantically at my head as he held onto the steering wheel with the 
other hand. 

He was hunching up and down with his hips, feeding me his throbbing dick. I 
loved the way it tasted and I savored the hot, pungent scent of his unwashed 
loins. My pussy and ass-hole were tingling with pleasure. 

I lifted my head, letting his spit-slickened dick pole pop from between my 
lips, and said huskily, "Pull over somewhere, Gino, and fuck the living 
daylights out of me!" 

"Sure thing, baby!" he chuckled wolfishly, his green eyes twinkling with 
delight, his huge dick sawing the air with passion. 

He turned the Mack truck off at the next exit, driving down a dirt road 
between rolling fields of corn and wheat. He pulled up in a small clearing 
surrounded by a semi-circle of mimosas, parking beneath a large tree. He 
pushed open the door to the cab and hopped down, striding around to my side 
of the truck and lifting me down beside him. 

He gripped my shoulders, pushing me up against the side of the truck, and 
hunched down, greedily clamping his mouth to mine. He kissed me hungrily, 
his sucking lips and hot sloppy tongue roving over my lower face greedily. I 
shuddered in pleasure as I felt his strong, weaty hands close around the 
aching spheres of my breasts. 

He practically tore my clothes off of me, and in no time at all, I was lying 
on the grassy ground stark naked, and that big, hairy stud was lying on top 
of me, humping furiously, his hot and heavy horse-cock sliding over my 
tummy, throbbing against my vaginal lips. 

He was nearly naked too, except for his sweaty tee shirt. I ran my hands 
over the hairy lobes of his tight ass, purring in pleasure, sucking on his 
tongue when he pushed it in my mouth. 

He scrambled down, panting like a wild thing, wolfing at each of my creamy 
white bosoms, milking each pencil eraser sized nipple, flicking at them with 
his tongue tip. 

He pushed my legs apart, lifting them up, staring down at my hot buttery 
pussy and my uplifted tush. 

"Oh yeah, look at that snatch, mar! Look at that hot girl snatch!" he 
muttered hoarsely. 

He bent down with a groan, kissing my quivering pussy, and I arched my back, 
uttering a little scream as his long, velvety tongue squelched up and down 
my quivering vagina. 

He sucked my pussy, making it drip with my copious love juice, flicking at 
my. tender clitoris, and then worked his tongue down between my creamy ass 
cheeks, sliding it back and forth over my puckered pink ass-hole. 

"OOOH!! OOOKI! Y-YEEEFS!! SUCK MY ASS, GINO!! LICK IT!! AAAAH!! " I 
shrieked. 

When he pushed his tongue up into my tight, furnace-hot anal ring, it was as 
if he'd shoved a soldering iron up inside of me. Blasts of erotic heat 
expanded through my body, making my back arch, making me shriek and gyrate 
like a mad thing. 

He growled in pleasure, worming his licker in and out of the tight, greasy 
funnel, his hot lips sucking hungrily at the wrinkly anus. I could feel his 
sandpaper-like beard stubble against my silken inner thighs. 

He lifted his head, his face gleaming and dripping with spit and pussy 
juice. He scrambled forward, and I could see his huge bloated cock sticking 
out in fron of him like a barbed lance. 

He reached down and fisted it, pushing it up between my legs. He said 
hoarsely, "I wanna fuck you, baby. I wanna fuck that hot girl pussy real 
good!" 

I moaned in pleasure as he entered me. He grunted, his hairy ass pumping 
forward, spreading my cuntal petals, sliding up into my tight, honeyed 
recesses. 

"Yeah, bitch, feel this stud prick pumpin' up your pussy!" he hissed 
hoarsely into my face as he started to heave and hump with his hips, sliding 
his whanger fast and hard in and out of my tingling twat. His hot, hairy 
thighs smacked rhythmically against me, and my body jerked forward each time 
he fucked into me. 

I screeched with joy, my nails raking across his flexing ass cheeks, taking 
him deep inside of me, loving his huge thick cock. 

"Tell me what you want, baby! C'mon, tell big Gino Ameretto what you want!" 
he muttered huskily, licking my ear. 

"I want your cock! A AAA Ml YEEEESS! F-FUCK MEEEF!" I sobbed in delirious 
passion, squirming like an eel beneath him. 

Something dark and passionate was welling up deep inside of me. A yearning, 
something strange and powerful. I was reveling in the sensations shooting 
along my pussy walls as they were battered wide apart by Gino Amaretto's ten 
inch truncheon. But I wanted something more, something I didn't at first 
understand. 

Then, it hit me, all at once. My hot, tight, puckered ass-hole was winking 
and twitching each time his stud meat slipped up to the hilt in my tight wet 
slit. His hefty, sweat-soaked balls were smacking up against my tush, too, 
and my buttocks tingled in pleasure. 

I clawed at his back and gasped faintly, "G-Gino! Gino, p-please! I I want 
you to fuck my ass! I I want to feel your big, thick cock ramming deep 
inside of my hot ass!" 

He lifted his head, staring down at me in amazement and delight, grinning 
lewdly, rocking from side to side and twitching his-horse-cock deep in my 
pussy. 

"Hell, baby, you sure is a slut!" he muttered huskily. 

He heaved back, and I felt his hefty truncheon pop out of my crotch, 
snapping up against his hairy tummy. He rolled off of me and said, "Get up 
on all fours, baby, and stick that sweet girl ass up in the air! Then ole 
Gino'll give ya what ya need!" 

I moaned in excitement, scrambling up on my hands and knees, wiggling my 
sweet, shapely, dimpled buns in the air. I felt him move up behind me. I 
felt his strong, calloused hands knead around the quivering orbs of my butt 
cheeks. He grunted in pleasure as he squeezed them, thrusting his thumbs 
into the moist hot crack, peeling the cheeks back, his eyes blazing with 
lust as he drank in the sight of my tiny pink rectum. 

I shuddered as I felt his hot breath on my tender ass flesh. He kissed and 
sucked and licked at my sweet young buns, pushing his face up between them, 
swiping his licker hungrily up and down my ass crack. 

Then, with a growl, he got up on his knees behind me and I felt the huge 
fleshy log of his dick punch between my satiny cheeks and press against the 
rosy orifice of my ass-hole. 

I sobbed with anticipation, arching my back, relaxing my aching girlish 
ass-hole, my fingers convulsively digging into the grassy soil. He clamped 
his hands around my slender middle and gave a hoarse grunt, snapping his ass 
forward hard. 

I felt his ox-cock ram up inside of my guts, battering my quaking little 
ass-hole wide apart, pumping deeper and deeper into my oven-hot, slippery 
rectal glove. A geyser-like blast of erotic pleasure ripped through my lower 
body, making every nerve ending sparkle, and I shrieked in ecstasy, tossing 
my blonde locks from side to side, my 'O' shaped ass-hole gripping 
spasmodically at the very base of his boner. 

"Oh, yeah, honey, that's a tiny little ass! Damn, does that feel good! 
Fuckin' beautiful, baby! UNGH!! UNGHH UNGM!" he muttered thickly between 
clenched teeth, hunching back and forth, sodomizing me with powerful, 
body-jerking strokes. His sweaty thighs beat a rhythmic tattoo against my 
quivering buns. 

He eased back till his mushroom-shaped dick-head was encompassed by the 
silken ring of my ass-hole, and then he heaved forward hard, pushing the 
entire length of his horse-cock up to the gonads deep inside of me, his 
balls smacking up against my pussy. 

He bent over me as he fucked my ass fast and hard, sliding his sweaty hands 
around me, crushing them around the swinging hills of my creamy boobies. He 
pinched my nipples between his knuckles, slurping and sucking at my ear and 
neck as he hunched into me like a brute beast, his hairy, muscular body 
heaving and pumping. 

I felt the wild, white-hot fire of my climax swirl up through my body and 
crescendo behind my eyes. My head jerked back and I screamed as I started to 
come, gloriously. I came in my ass and in my pussy. Pleasure drenched my 
senses. I heard him roar in bestial pleasure as my steamy guts milked around 
his ramming dick pole. His hands tightened around my titties. He shot a huge 
load. I felt it spurting and spurting deep in my ass, hot thick gobs of man 
goo blasting up into my nether depths. 

"Oh y-yeaaah, man! Hot girl bitch ass ... hot fuckin' girl bitch ass ... " I 
dimly heard him mutter as he shuddered and squirted the last hot drops of 
jism into my guts ... 

Well, it was a memorable afternoon, all right. Lusty Gino Amaretto fucked my 
ass three times, and I just couldn't get enough of that big Italian cock. He 
drove me to Alfalfaville, right to the door of my relative's house. 

And from that day on, I became a total degenerate slut. Only now, I can't 
come unless a guy's fucking my ass. Sometimes, I take on two and sometimes 
three guys at the same time, and it's lovely to have a cock up my ass-hole 
and pussy while I'm sucking the balls and cock of another dude!! ! 

I know this yearning for sodomy is a little weird, but I just can't help it. 
And besides, I'm having the time of my life. You're only young once, you 
know ... 


WATER SPORTS 

"Drink it, slut!" Bud Ramshaw muttered thickly, his dark brown eyes blazing 
like coals. "Drink my hot man piss!" 

I lay in the tub, gagging and coughing as the yellow stream of urine 
splashed all over my face, spraying into my mouth, filling it with the 
smoky, salty taste of piss. 

He whipped his big greasy pecker up and down, splattering my naked body with 
urine, and I was going wild with illicit pleasure. I moaned and puckered my 
rosy red lips, my coral pink tongue darting back and forth, eager for his 
potent spray ... 

Among animal life, urination often assumes the role of determining masculine 
dominance. For example, in a group of monkeys, two males vying for dominance 
will fight, and the victor will cap his triumph by pissing on the loser. In 
humans, this unusual ritual has been taken a step farther and refined. 

In some societies, the drinking of urine is a standard practice. In today's 
permissive world, sexual boundaries have been extended and people are 
forever searching for more unusual and perverse ways to titillate their 
libidos. Getting into piss, or Water Sports', as it is coyly referred to by 
those in the know, has rapidly become a widely practiced means of sexual 
excitement. 

Dominance and subservience frequently play strong roles in sexual contact, 
and a man who wishes to emphasize his brute control over his passive female 
mate may get off on urinating on her, debasing her, forcing her to drink his 
piss. 

And, in turn, the female may experience an almost cathartic sense of being 
dominated, of being overwhelmed by masculine power. By allowing a man to 
piss on her, she has conceded to his control over her, to her inferiority, 
to her willingness to be subjugated. 

Since the conventional sphere of things in modern times relegates the 
male/female superior/inferior image to a more barbaric past, the haunting 
image of those primitive ideas still plays a strong part in the realm of 
sexual fantasy and acting out. 

All sexual behavior is heavily influenced by stereotype and by primitive 
ideas concerning sexual roles reinforced during the formative years by one's 
culture. The subconscious feeling that sexuality is somehow illicit and 
'dirty' is even present today, and therefore, the child in everyone's libido 
is excited by doing something 'naughty.' Those things which seem the most 
taboo are often those things most titillating to the fantasy life ... 

The train tracks on the outskirts of Potter's Bluff wind down to a large 
bridge over a dried up creek bed. The creek is used as a dumping area and is 
generally avoided by the townspeople, except by children and bums. 

I used to wander along the tracks and go snooping around beneath the bridge 
during the summer months. I was an only child and rather a loner. I was 
quite shy, and I felt unpopular in school. It wasn't because I was 
unattractive or stupid. In fact, I was a very lovely young girl and did 
quite well in classes. 

But I lived with my eccentric maiden aunt. 

Isabella Dunston, who had led a wild life and was notorious in Potter's 
Bluff. Aunt Isabella had been a slut in an age and a place when being a slut 
was enough to brand one's family forever. Not only that, she had had a f;ve 
year affair with a black man, an affair she flagrantly flaunted. That affair 
had been over for some time when I came to live with her when I was seven 
after my parents died, but the memory of it lingered on. I was mercilessly 
teased by my school mates, and their parents would not allow me to come over 
or for their kids to visit me. I grew up with a sense of shame and 
loneliness. I thought I was strange and unlikeable. I never really 
rationalized the fact that I was being punished for something which I had 
nothing to do with. 

Anyway, that hot July afternoon, I was walking Gorgo, my pet Cocker Spaniel, 
and we strolled along the tracks and I felt very happy. I liked the peaceful 
verdant surroundings of that isolated part of town. 

The sun was hot, but it was a breezy day and it wasn't humid or 
uncomfortable. I was wearing a simple egg shell blue dress with shoulder 
straps. I was a budding adolescent girl, in that willowy, metamorphic stage 
between child and woman. I was ravishingly beautiful. My hair, which 
streamed down nearly to my waist, was a shock of red, like fire, tumbling in 
coiling silken tresses, framing the oval of my pretty face. 

My eyes were large, long-lashed and sea green. My nose was just an upturned 
button of a thing. My lips were full and rosy and soft. I was just beginning 
to get breasts. They pressed shyly forward like apple halves against the 
material of my summer dress. My legs were nut brown from much exposure to 
tie sun, and very shapely. 

I let Gorgo off the chain, and the black dog went scampering forward. His 
ears pricked up; I think he saw an alley cat scrounging among the garbage on 
the edge of the incline leading down below the bridge, and the chase was on. 
He went streaking down into the dried up riverbed, and I dashed after him, 
calling his name. 

I ran under the bridge, and was about to emerge on the other side when I saw 
someone coming toward me in the distance. It was a big, raggedly clad black 
man. He was walking unsteadily, and he was carrying a bottle of whiskey in a 
brown paper bag, which he kept raising to his lips. 

He wore only a pair of brown, rather dirty pants, secured at the waist with 
a belt. His brawny chest was the color of polished mahogany, bunching with 
hard belts of muscle, sleek and gleaming with sweat as though well-oiled. 

Something about him made me feel suddenly shy and a little afraid. I didn't 
like meeting people as it was, so I did something impulsive. There was a 
thick growth of hedge along the perimeter of the stone trestle supporting 
the bridge. I darted around behind it, crouching down in the bushes, and 
held my breath. 

The big black man staggered forward until he was standing not very far from 
where I was hidden. He made a low, surly growling sound, tossing the bottle 
from him savagely. I heard the crash and tinkle of breaking glass. His eye 
whites were red with drink. He had a thick-featured, sweaty face and a head 
of tight kinky curls. 

Suddenly, he staggered up until he was looming right in front of the bush 
behind which I was crouching. I shuddered, huddling down as far as I could, 
my heart hammering crazily. 

Through the branches and leaves, I could see his brawny legs, his thighs, 
and his muscled stomach. I saw him reached down and unbutton his fly. My 
eyes rounded. I realized suddenly what he was going to do. I realized I was 
right in the way, that if I didn't move something awful was going to happen. 
But I was paralyzed, suspended in a strange vacuum of immobility. 

His brown trousers slithered down about his knees. I saw a big, hairy pair 
of balls swinging between his legs. I saw his cock. It was the first cock 
I'd ever seen, and I nearly gasped aloud, my head spinning with wonder. It 
was a huge, fleshy rope of flaccid dark flesh, enormous even while limp. 

He grasped his dick and held it steady. The greasy glans was staring at me 
like an eye, or a pointing gun. I was unable to move. I knew what was 
coming, and a strange little flicker of excitement stirred deep within me. 

He sighed and let loose with a thick, hot stream of piss. It blasted from 
his bloated bladder with geyser-like intensity, spraying through the bushes. 
It splashed right onto my face, the burst of hot, pungent piss running all 
over my features, into my hair, running down onto my bare shoulders and into 
my bodice, soaking my dress. 

The stink of hot male urine filled my nostrils. I gurgled with shock, my 
mouth gasping for air, and a hot stream of piss sprayed right into my 
girlish mouth. The salty taste of piss filled my mouth as it ran in pungent 
rivulets down my throat. I coughed and gasped, unable to breath, frantic 
with blind shock. I staggered up, scrambling out of the bushes, tripping and 
sprawling forward on the ground, quite soaked with piss. 

"What the fuck ... ? " the black man growled, jumping back, staring down at 
me in surprise. 

Then, a big, sloppy grin spread across his crude, Neanderthalic features. 
The fleshy dick pole in his hand began to expand swiftly, thickening and 
elongating before my dazed green eyes. 

I was lying shivering at his feet, my head tilted back, my face dripping 
with potent man piss as I stared up at the brawny black giant. He seemed to 
tower above me, like a huge African statue. I gaped at the enormous length 
of his rock-hard black prick as it jutted up, twitching, in the air. 

Filtering through my confused mind little fragments of memory superimposed 
themselves on my consciousness; the jeers of 'nigger-lover', the whispered, 
barely overheard conversations about my Aunt Isabella's black lover, the 
suggestions that I would go the way of my aunt, all entwined in a rush of 
wild emotion. 

The black man chuckled hoarsely and said in a thick, drunken voice, "Heh, 
heh, heh! Purty little white girl's all pissed on, huh? Yeah, and you'se 
lookin' at my big black meat, ain't ya? like this big black meat, girl? 
Yeah! It's real big, huh? You wanna suck it, bitch girl? You wanna suck ole 
Rufus' big black meat?" 

He sank down on his knees in the muddy soil as he muttered these crude 
words, flapping his huge horse-cock in front of my shocked green eyes. I 
gaped at it as it loomed before my face. The pungent scent of his unwashed 
Negroid masculinity rushed through my nostrils like ammonia. 

"Suck it, I'M girl! Suck Rufus' big ole hard-on! Come on, baby! Lick that 
black dick!" he urged hoarsely. 

I stared, mesmerized, at the pulpy heart-shaped knob of his cock. It was fat 
and puce-colored, dripping with a sparkling droplet of piss. I don't know 
why I did it. An impulse, I guess. Something inside of me came alive. like 
an incubus asserting itself, taking control of my being. I leaned forward 
and thrust out my wet pink tongue. 

I swiped it over the sticky corona of his cock. I licked at it hungrily, 
lapping up the trickle of piss, tasting the pungent tang of sweat and smegma 
and pre-come. 

"Oh, yeah, baby! Suck that cock! Lick it all over!" he moaned. 

I gurgled in near-hysterical excitement. I curled my trembling fingers 
around the stiff dark corrugated shaft of his pecker. They didn't quite make 
it around the pulsing middle. I pumped on his dick while I mouthed and 
slurped at it, running my wet licker up and down the vein-latticed shaft, 
mewling with pleasure. 

I nuzzled the thatch of sweat-soaked pubes at the base of his cock, 
whimpering as I kissed and slurped on his inner thighs. I could feel the 
brute masculine tension in his body. I could feel him responding to my oral 
exploration. I was filled with a wild sense of feminine power. Never before 
had anyone responded to me this way. I had always been treated with mild 
contempt, with mockery or with pity. Now, a stranger, a man, was centering 
his total attention upon me. I had him by the short hairs, so to speak. He 
was mine. I was momentarily the center of his universe ... 

I moved down to his huge, greasy balls. They were like small furry coconuts. 
I scooped them up with both hands; the heavy nuts filled the entirety of my 
palms, draping over the sides. I couldn't believe how huge they were! 

I kissed them, suckled them, licked them, my nostrils flaring as I sniffed 
the potent scent of his hot stud balls. I nibbled at the wrinkly sac, cooing 
as my wet red lips slurped at each big, scum-bloated gonad. I nuzzled my 
flushed face up beneath them, letting the musky scumbag lie over my face as 
I sucked and licked at its underside. 

"Yeah! YEAAAAH! Lick them nigger balls, girl! Lick 'em! Uh huh! You a real 
hot slut. baby! A real hot fuckin' slut!' he gasped in hoarse excitement, 
his hands coming down, his fingers raking through my tangled, piss-wetted 
red hair. 

He sat back heavily on the ground, leaning against the wall as I sucked his 
balls. He drew up his legs, gripping them beneath the knees, pulling them 
toward his brawny chest. 

He said hoarsely, "Eat out my ass, cunt! C'mon, get that hot pink tongue 
down on my stud ass-hole!" 

I was wild with wanton, sluttish excitement. Everything seemed to swim and 
shimmer before my eyes as though I was drunk or dreaming. I gurgled with 
desire, my hot wet taster sliding down the strip of flesh leading from his 
balls down to the hairy crack between his buttocks. 

I burrowed my flushed lovely face between his musky Negro ass cheeks, the 
blasting heat enveloping me, making my eyes and mouth water. I moaned as I 
flailed my wet tongue up and down his ass crack, flicking the tip of it over 
the puckered darkness of his pungent ass-hole. 

I licked and sucked at it, pushing my tongue up into the clenching, slick 
opening, tasting the pungent flavor of it. My hot girlish pussy was getting 
hotter and hotter by the minute. 

I squirmed back up to his balls and then, to his cock. I purred in pleasure 
as I gripped his hot black prick in both hands, drawing it up to my wet warm 
lips, raining the knob with girlish kisses. 

I yawned my mouth wide open, shuddering as I bent over it, feeling the 
heart-shaped tip slide over my swarming velvety tongue and scrape over the 
roof of my mouth. My hot, 'O' shaped lips milked furiously around the 
vein-latticed shaft as I bobbed my head rapidly up and down, sucking cock 
for the first time in my life, loving it. "Yeah, baby, suck my nigger meat! 
Oh, YEAH!! Keep on suckin' it, slut! Suck it GOOD!" he panted hoarsely, 
humping up with his hips. 

He gripped hold of my head in both hands, his fingers digging into my scalp 
hard as he forced me down on his upright organ. I gagged, tears springing to 
my eyes when his beefy prong began to force its way down my aching gullet, 
spreading it wide. My oxygen supply was cut off abruptly. A dark, wild 
warmth flushed through my face and throat as all ten inches of his hefty 
horse-meat impaled my gullet. My bloated, sucking lips were mashed into the 
nest of kinky pubes at the base of his prick. 

Rufus bellowed in bestial satisfaction, twitching and churning his 
horse-cock deep in my throat. He relaxed his grip on my cock and 

I came up for air. But I wanted it in my throat again, and I went down on it 
with a little mewl of pleasure, bobbing my head up and down on his dick like 
crazy. 

I was kneeling between his legs sucking his cock, my sweet young tush 
sticking up into the air. He bent over me as I milked his meat, and I felt 
his hands slide down my back, hauling my dress up. He patted the sweet high 
curves of my dimpled tush through my white cotton panties. A dark flutter of 
heat rushed through my lower body when I felt his hand slide down beneath my 
panties. 

He squeezed and caressed the naked creamy flesh of my ass. I felt his thick 
fingers slide into my butt crack and probe my tender little anus. He bent 
forward even more, and his groping hand closed around the soft pink 'V of my 
hot, virgin pussy. He rubbed and squeezed it, grinding his sweaty palm over 
the pulpy, dripping vulva. Little blasts of erotic pleasure shuddered 
through my loins. My eyes snapped open and I gave a muffled gurgle as I felt 
two thick fingers curl up and push between the buttery folds of my mons, 
sliding into my hot fuck socket. 

Darts of wild pleasure shot through my lower body as he started frigging my 
aching pussy. My tight vaginal tunnel milked furiously around his pumping 
fingers. Incredible feelings were storming through my lower body. I wiggled 
my hips, milking at his pumping fingers with my adolescent cunt muscles. My 
heart was beating wildly in my chest. I sucked his cock furiously, saliva 
foaming at the corners of my mouth. 

"Oh, yeah, baby! Suck it!" he hissed hoarsely, twisting fingers in my cunt. 
"You got a nice tight wet little cunny there! Yeah, bitch! This black stud's 
gonna pump his dong up your twat!" 

With that, he grabbed me by the hair, hauling me off his black donkey dick. 
It snapped up against his belly, dripping with spit, jerking in excitement. 
He gripped me by the shoulders, pushing me down on my back on the ground. 

A train went thundering by overhead and the trestle quaked and I felt the 
tremor rush over me like an epileptic spasm. I gaped up at the hulking black 
stud on his knees beside me. He was unbuttoning my dress. He pulled it open, 
his dark eyes drinking in the sight of my small young breasts. He closed his 
sweaty fingers around them, kneading the blossoming hills, his palms 
scraping over the throbbing nipples. 

He pinched his forefingers and thumbs around the protruding nubbins, 
tweaking and tugging at them till they grew erect as rubber rivets. I 
moaned, arching my back, darts of passion shooting through my trembling 
body. 

He grinned down at me, displaying his strong even white teeth. He nudged my 
legs apart with his knees. I stared down a trifle fearfully at his huge 
stick horse-dick. He gripped it, maneuvering it up between my legs, butting 
the pulpy knob against the velvety opening to my bower of bliss. 

He heaved his black body on top of mine with a grunt, his hips knifing 
forward. I screamed, a shock-wave of intense pleasure ripping through my 
lower body as his hefty horse-cock stretched my aching vaginal tunnel wide, 
slamming up deep inside of me, battering my dimpled cervix. 

My hot buttery cuntal chasm was sucking furiously at the base of his thick, 
pulsating horse-cock. I could feel it twitching deep inside of me. I felt 
opened, spread, violated. Erotic heat trickled all through me like lava. I 
was moaning, gyrating, whimpering like a wanton whore. 

His sweaty, hairy thighs and stomach pressed down against my lily white 
flesh as he rocked from side to side on top of me, savoring the sensation of 
having all ten inches of his mammoth meat encompassed by the juicy folds of 
my twat. 

I instinctively lifted my legs in the air. scissoring them around his 
slender middle. My heels crossed at the small of his back. My hands ran 
around the sweaty sides of his back. His brawny, muscle-bound chest pressed 
down against my aching little titties, flattening them. 

He stared into my face, his dark, booze-blurred eyes burning into me. I felt 
him start to move. He undulated his hips, establishing an erotic rhythm. It 
was as though we were engaging in a primitive form of dance, our bodies 
churning, meshing, moving together, joining and parting rhythmically. 

I felt his big, sweaty muscles tense and relax. I heard the whoosh of his 
hoarse breath spray from between his clenched white teeth each time he 
pumped his prick up to the balls inside of me. 

Moist smacking sounds came from between our legs as his dick pumped, 
piston-like, in and out of my gaping gash. I was humping wildly with my 
hips, sobbing with joy, tossing my red hair from side to side, grimacing in 
pleasure. 

Each time he humped his horse-cock up inside of me, my breath was 
practically knocked from my lungs and I gave a shrill shriek of ecstasy, 
arching my back, clawing at his back. 

He planted his hands on either side of me on the ground and began to fuck me 
hard and fast, his big, muscular body jack-knifing furiously, easing back 
till only the knob was encased by the hot sleeve of my twat and then ramming 
it forward again to the hilt inside of me. 

I ran my hands all over his broad shoulders, his brawny chest, into his 
musky armpits. The rank scent of Negro sweat mingled with the scent of piss 
in my flaring nostrils. My head was spinning. The bridge above us seemed to 
spin and swoop before my sex-blurred eyes. A second train went thundering 
by, and as I absorbed its vibrations, mingled with the sensual throbs of 
intense ecstasy which blasted through my cock-stuffed pussy, I felt the 
churning of heat deep within me. My cauldron of love was about to overflow. 

I arched my back, uttering a shrill, piercing scream. My nails raked across 
his sweaty back. I gasped breathlessly, "F-FUCK MEEEEI! AAAHM AAAAHI! AAAAHM 
I I'M G-G-GONNA C-C-CUUUUUMMI!" 

And I did, gloriously! Excruciating waves of sheer ecstasy tore through me 
time and time again. Rockets and flares seemed to go off behind my eyes. My 
flesh stung with brilliant sensation. My hot cunt exploded around his heavy, 
pumping meat, milking it furiously as my love juice spurted from my womb. 

"Yeah, bitch, I feel your twat com in'! I feel it comin' around my big 
donkey cock!" he panted thickly. 

He pulled back suddenly, his big black prick popping like a giant cork out 
of my soppin pussy. He scrambled forward, straddling my middle. He fisted 
his huge, sticky, co me-smeared cock and pumped on it furiously. His chest 
heaved and he threw back his head and uttered a bestial roar of passion, 
spit flecking the corners of his mouth, the tendons in his neck contracting. 

His huge greasy cock exploded like a Roman candle. Thick, overheated gobs of 
pungent man cream blasted up his fuck tubes and sprayed right into my 
flushed face. The gooey come squirted all over my face, running down my hot, 
flushed cheeks, splashing into my mouth. 

I gurgled, yawning my mouth open like a hungry fledgling, lifting my head 
eagerly. He grabbed me by the hair, moaning and shuddering, pushing his 
spurting penis right into my mouth, squirting the last hot gobs of pungent 
jism onto my squirming tongue. 

"Oh y-yeaaah baby, oh yeaaaah ... " he gasped hoarsely as my hot velvety 
lips milked the last few drops of come from his aching pecker. 

He released me, scrambling shakily to his feet, his hulking black body 
dripping with sweat. He grinned down at me as he tucked his musky black 
genitals back into his brown pants, zipping them up. 

"You ever want a big black dick again, baby, you come on down here to the 
train tracks an' maybe you'll see me!" he said lewdly, winking at me. 

He strode away, leaving me sprawled out on the ground, dazed and stunned by 
what I had just gone through. I slowly rose to my feet and shakily put my 
clothes on. I felt weak all over, and dirty. I smelled of come and urine. My 
dress was soiled. 

I felt something wet and warm on one hand and looked over to see Gorgo, my 
cocker spaniel, wagging his tail at me mischievously. I smiled at him 
weakly, reattaching the leash to his collar, and slunk home, taking a long 
hot bath. I was highly embarrassed by what I had been through, and I was 
especially confused by the fact that just thinking about it excited me all 
over again. The most potent image in my mind was the memory of the feeling 
and taste of Rufus' hot, salty piss as it spurted and splashed all over my 
face ... 


PART TWO 

That episode down by the train tracks changed my life. I became aware of my 
sexual self for the first time. And I became aware of boys. I mean, I'd had 
silly school girl crushes on guys before, but it had all been romantic, 
neo-Gothic day-dreaming. Now I really knew what the guys had to offer and 
what they wanted. 

I started fixing myself up. I learned how to use make-up, I selected more 
provocative clothing, and I became less self-conscious. It took a while, but 
by the time I was sixteen, the stigma which had been attached to me had all 
but vanished. I started to become popular, with the guys, at least. The 
girls were as bitchy as ever, but their meanness was now tinged with envy. 
That was all right by me I started going out on dates. And I put out. In 
fact, without even really knowing what I was doing, I began to get a 
reputation for being a loose girl. 

I was deliriously, blindly, happy, because guys were paying attention to me. 
It didn't dawn on me till a long, long time later that they just wanted sex. 
They had no respect for me as a person. I didn't have steady boyfriends like 
some of the other girls. I was the type of girl I guy liked to fuck in the 
back seat of his father's Pontiac. not the type a guy would give his school 
ring to or take to the senior prom. 

One day, when I was fifteen, I was walking from math class to social 
studies, laden with school books, and a trifle breathless because I was a 
little late. Suddenly, a large shape blocked my path and I looked up into 
the face of Boris "Moose" Konchalski. He was grinning down at me knowingly. 
I simpered, smiling up at him. Moose was quite a hunk! 

He was the quarterback on the varsity football team, and one of the biggest 
dudes in the high school. At eighteen, he was also one of the oldest. He was 
half-Polish, half-Italian, a big, lumbering lug of a muscle-bound jock. 

He was six foot two inches tall, tipping the scales at two hundred and 
thirty pounds of big beefy muscle. He had a squarish head and rather 
Neanderthalic features. His short-cropped hair was chestnut brown. He had 
thick, lowering brows, shading a pair of smoldering brown eyes. His nose was 
slightly off-kilter. His lips were full and sensuous. He had a stubbornly 
jutting jaw-line. 

He was wearing a pale green Lacoste sweat shirt which adhered to the heavy 
slopes of muscle on his brawny, upside down triangle of a chest. I could see 
coiling whorls of dark hair at the open collar. His arms were very powerful, 
with cantaloupe-sized biceps. I spotted right away the big meaty bulge at 
the basket of his well-worn, tight blue jeans. My hot little pussy quivered 
in girlish excitement. 

"Hey there, Elvira," he said in a deep, husky voice. "How's it goin'? " 

"Just fine, Moose! Only, I'm late for class!" 

"Yeah, me too. Listen, Elvira. Why don't you meet me in front of the locker 
room after football practice this afternoon?" 

I smiled coquettishly at him, batting my long lashes, my emerald green eyes 
sparkling with interest. I paused and said, "Well, maybe I will! What time?' 

"Five-thirty," he said, winking at me. "I'll drive you home." 

"O.K.! See you later, Moose!" I said cheerily. 

I could feel his hot eyes on my ass as I swished off down the hall. I felt 
light-headed and excited and couldn't pay attention at all to Mr. Doyne's 
lecture on Hannibal and the siege of Carthage. 

I had a modern dance class after school from four to five anyway, so it 
wasn't as if I was just hanging around waiting for Moose. The class made me 
feel limber and sensual. I showered off and primped before a mirror. 

My, did I look lovely! My hair fell in carmine tresses about my slender, 
alabaster shoulders. My flesh was cool and creamy and unblemished. My 
breasts, which had blossomed into nice-sized, jutting jugs, strained against 
the skimpy mauve blouse I was wearing. The dress ended just below my hips, 
revealing my shapely gams. I had on black Mary Janes and bobbysox. I was 
quite ravishing. 

It was ten past five when I skipped down the hall behind the gym to the 
boys' locker room. I knocked lightly on the door, and a couple of moments 
later, it opened and there was Moose! 

He was unclothed, with a towel draped loosely around his middle. My hot 
wanton eyes flicked hungrily over the expanse of his bared, hairy chest. 
Flaring lats framed the twin hills of his jutting pecs, tapering 
dramatically to a washboard rippling belly. A thick mat of dark hairs 
covered his torso extensively, glinting with shower water. He grinned at me 
wolfishly and said, "Want to come in for a couple of minutes, baby? I ain't 
dressed yet." 

I hesitated. I knew the boys' locker room was out of bounds to girls. But I 
also knew that my tight little twat was hot for Moose Konchalski's huge 
horse-prick. The girls often whispered about the prodigious tool between 
Moose's legs. He'd had a steady girl friend for three years, Wanda Farrow, 
so none of the other girls had had the chance to sample his big dick. But 
after they broke up several weeks earlier, he'd started hitting on other 
girls, and their stories about his over-sized whanger had titillated my 
imagine more than a little. 

I stepped past him into the steamy locker room. It smelled of sweat and soap 
and Right Guard. I saw that we weren't the only ones in the room. Three 
other guys were there, too! 

I recognized them right away. Besides Moose, there were Reggie Snopes, 
Jarvis Montgomery, and Barry Adams. Reggie was a cocky, good-looking guy of 
seventeen with sun blonde hair and twinkling cobalt blue eyes and a lean, 
tanned, fit physique. Jarvis was a big, lumbering, good-looking boy from 
Kentucky, a country hick who'd just moved with his family to 

Potter's Bluff. He had sandy hair and small green eyes and a big, healthy, 
well-fed body; six foot three, two hundred and fifty pounds of hard male 
beefiness. Barry was a strong fellow of sixteen, shorter than the others, 
with a stocky, powerful, wrestler's physique, jet black hair and piercing 
hazel eyes. 

A shock of illicit excitement rushed over me. All three dudes were stripped 
down to their jock straps, their big sweaty bodies practically naked! And 
all were looking at me with smoldering eyes, big, lewd grins on their faces. 

"My goodness!" I purred, my cheeks dimpling sweetly. "I didn't know this was 
going to be a party!" 

"Yeah, baby," Moose said huskily, putting a big hand on my face, rubbing his 
thumb over my lower lip. "And you're the belle of the ball!" 

He bent down and greedily crushed his sensuous mouth against mine, kissing 
me hard. His long wet tongue swiped around inside of my mouth, tangling with 
my own licker, trading spit. 

I felt his hands fumbling with the buttons on back of my dress. Everything 
seemed to swirl around me as erotic heat cascaded over my senses ... 

The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back on a wooden bench and Moose 

Konchalski was crouching beside me, between my legs, which draped over the 
end of the bench. I felt his warm breath between my legs and gave a shrill 
cry of startled pleasure as his long, hot tongue squelched up and down the 
juicy pink petals of my vagina. He growled in satisfaction as he tasted my 
hot wet twat. 

I felt his warm, strong lips suck at my tender vulva as his dexterous tongue 
flicked in and out of my hot, honeyed fuck hole. I moaned and writhed as his 
taster flicked at the tender clove of my clitoris, sending almost 
excruciating waves of pleasure shooting through me. 

"Ooooh, M-Moose, y-yeeees!" I gasped throatily, whipping my head from side 
to side, bucking my hips as he ate out my buttery pussy. 

My hands went down and grabbed frantically at the back of his head. Reggie, 
Jarvis and Barry had drawn closer. I saw that they all had hard-ons which 
lifted the elastic of their sweaty jocks and throbbed against their muscled 
bellies. They all pulled their jock straps down, snapping them up beneath 
their heavy, meaty testicles. 

I was getting more and more turned on, the nymphomaniac inside of me coming 
alive. Reggie and Barry knelt down on either side of the bench. Each jock 
closed a hand around one of my big, pillowy breasts, squeezing and playing 
with them, pinching and plucking at the ripe, rosy, sand dollar sized nubbin 
which sprouted there. 

They bent down and hungrily clamped their mouths to my breasts, and I 
shrieked in delight as three hot male mouths went to work on my body. The 
suction of Reggie's and Barry's mouths on my aching nipples and the hot 
tongue work Moose was providing between my legs made me shudder 
spasmodically, tossing my red tresses back and forth in a frenzy of 
excitement. 

Jarvis suddenly materialized beside me. I stared up at the huge, muscular 
country hick, my bright green eyes flickering with interest as I perused the 
stiff, twitching shaft of his nine and a half inch phallus. It drooled a 
droplet of pre-come and flailed at the air in front of my face. A hefty set 
of hairy nuts swung low beneath his upright sex organ. 

I purred in pleasure, reaching up and circling the vein-etched shaft of his 
cock with my fingers, drawing it down to my mouth. I sucked on it wantonly, 
my cheeks hollowing, my tongue swirling all around-the twitching shaft. The 
hot flavor of his musky meat filled my mouth. 

"Awwww, y-yeaaaah!" Jarvis moaned, shuddering as my velvety oral orifice 
began to pump rhythmically back and forth on his dick. 

I squeezed and stroked the lower part of his huge horse-cock with one hand 
while I sucked on the first few inches, saliva frothing at the corners of my 
mouth. I was gurgling and mewling in bitch passion. With my other hand, I 
tugged and played with his sweaty balls. 

"Hell, this gal knows how to suck real good, man!" Jarvis gasped happily, 
his fingers tangling in my red hair, drawing me urgently between his legs, 
churning his heavy meat in my succulent oral orifice. 

Moose had lifted his head from between my legs and was panting hard, his 
lower face wet and glistening with my honeyed fluids. He pushed two thick 
fingers between the sticky folds of my vulva, pumping them savagely in and 
out of my squirming, buxom body. I purred and wiggled, my hot cunt muscles 
tugging wetly at his plunging digits. He worked a third finger inside of me, 
twisting his hand from side to side, stretching them inside of me while he 
licked and kissed the spread, pink lips of my bloated cunt. 

"Damn," Jarvis muttered thickly after a while, letting go of my head. "I 
gotta take a mean piss!" 

He backed off, his hefty, spit-imbued pecker popping moistly from between my 
hungry red lips and slapping up against his rippling sweaty stomach. He 
turned to stride over to the row of toilet stalls at the end of the locker 
room. 

I was wild with licentious lust by this time. As I watched him take a few 
steps, I cried out breathlessly, "N-No! Wait! I I want you to piss on me, 
Jarvis! I want to drink your piss!" 

The Kentucky farm boy stopped abruptly, turning and staring at me with 
disbelief. Reggie and Barry both lifted their faces from my quivering jugs 
and gaped at me too. 

Moose guffawed hoarsely, his flushed, ruggedly handsome face livid with 
desire. He pulled his fingers out of my cunt with a loud popping sound, 
raising them to his lips and sucking on them. 

He said huskily, "Yeah, this girl's hot for us, guys! Let's give her what 
she wants! She-likes gettin' pissed on. Shit, I gotta take a piss too! Let's 
make her happy, guys!" 

The four jocks rose to their feet, surrounding me, their stiff pricks sawing 
the air in front of them like dewy clubs. Moose pulled me up, patting and 
squeezing my ass as he mutely led me over to the showers. I stepped into one 
of the shower stalls, turning to face the jocks. 

I dropped down on my knees on the cold, ceramic floor, panting in 
excitement. I tilted my head back, shaking the hair out of my eyes, staring 
up with wanton need at the four dudes who crowded around the front of the 
shower looking down at me. 

Jarvis grinned, gripping his big, hard prick. He pushed it down till the 
greasy knob was pointed at my face. Moose did the same thing. They 
concentrated for a moment, and their full, virile bladders exploded in 
action. 

Twin yellow streams of steamy man piss blasted from their urethras, spraying 
like fire hoses right onto my face. I sobbed in ecstasy, my mouth yawning 
open eagerly. Hot, pungent piss splashed all over my face. They trained the 
spurts of urine on me, pissing on my big, heaving tits, on my tummy, on my 
twat, but mostly, right into my mouth. 

I gulped at their hot piss, loving it, loving the salty, slightly acrid 
taste of it. Moose stepped forward, panting in excitement, gripping me by 
the hair. He was still pissing hard. He shoved his squirting penis right 
between my lips and my cheeks filled out as his hot urine spurted directly 
into my mouth. I swallowed it greedily, but trickles of pungent piss ran 
down my cheeks as my mouth overflowed. 

Barry and Reggie had to urinate too, and were highly excited by the way I 
eagerly and gladly let their stud buddies piss on me. When Jarvis and Moose 
had emptied their bladders, they stepped aside and Barry and Reggie 
scrambled up in front of me. 

I purred in excitement, grasping each sticky cock in one hand, pulling them 
down till they were pointing at my hot, wet mouth. The jocks grunted and 
started to piss. I lapped and gulped at the hot streams of yellow liquid, 
letting them splash on my face, sending delirious waves of illicit 
excitement shooting through me. 

"Yeah, bitch! Drink that stud piss! Wallow in it!" Moose muttered thickly, 
looking over Reggie's shoulder, his dark brown eyes gleaming with 
excitement. 

Four full jock bladders were emptied all over me. My stomach felt bloated 
with liquid. My mouth tasted of smoky piss. My face and body were warm and 
sticky with urine. I was dizzy with excitement. 

After they were through, Moose turned on the shower and let the jets of 
water wash the piss off of me. Then, the four jocks crowded into the shower 
and fed me their stiff pricks. I moaned and whimpered in excitement, my hot, 
gasping mouth darting from prick to prick. I sucked their dicks hungrily, 
lapping at their smoky balls. 

They turned around and I licked and sucked and kissed their muscled, hairy 
asses, too, running my licker up their sweaty butt cracks. swirling it over 
their pungent ass-holes. 

The football players were so turned on now they were more like beasts than 
humans. Moose took me back to the bench, sitting on it and putting me in his 
lap. I sank down on his throbbing upright sex tool with a sob, gripping his 
shoulders and squealing shrilly as I rode up and down on his mammoth meat, 
taking it deep inside of me while he whispered hot, lusty things, gripping 
me by the waist, pumping his cock up into my hot twat. 

Jarvis came up behind me, and I felt his warm wet tongue sliding up and down 
my ass crack and tickling my fuck-hole. Then, he straightened up, and pushed 
his big pecker between my tush cheeks, and I shrieked aloud when his huge 
sticky prick rammed up to the short hairs deep in my aching, barbarically 
distended ass-hole. 

I had two thick cocks buried deep inside of me, separated by only a thin 
membrane of flesh, and as they pumped savagely in and out of my hot, 
stretched fuck holes, lightning bolts of sheer ecstasy ripped through me 

I screamed and sobbed with delight, pleasure mounting within me like an 
impending volcanic upheaval. Barry climbed up on the bench next to Moose, 
poking his huge, throbbing prick down against my face, and I gulped and 
sucked at it wildly. He gripped my head in his hands and pumped with his 
tight ass, fucking his horse-cock in and out of my gurgling, gulping gullet. 

It didn't take long till I came, and when I climaxed, it was as though I'd 
stuck all my fingers and toes into light bulb sockets. Mind-blasting 
explosions of white hot ecstasy ripped through my nerve endings, 
crescendoing behind my tear-dazzled eyes. I was dizzy with the multiple 
orgasms which wracked my body again and again. 

I gave muffled sobs of joy, sucking wildly at Barry's cock. Seconds later, 
his big dick jerked in my mouth and started to shoot thick, hot gobs of 
pungent man semen right down my gasping throat. I greedily sucked his dick 
till I'd milked it dry, and dimly, I was aware of the act that Moose and 
Jarvis were shooting too, their huge horse-pricks spraying hot hick blasts 
of man juice up my pussy and up my ass ... 

We had a wild orgy that afternoon in the locker room. The guys took turns 
fucking me every which way, and each of them emptied three thick loads in my 
hot, sucking orifices. 

At the end of the session, Moose had to piss again, and I took his sticky 
prick in my mouth and drank every droplet of the potent, salty fluid. It was 
the most totally exciting and degenerate experience of my life. 


PART THREE 

Young studs like to boast about their sexual feats. And it wasn't long 
before the story about the wild sex session in the locker room spread 
through the school like wild-fire. Some uptight parents got wind of it, and 
a delegation of outraged adults went to the superintendent to complain. 

Aunt Isabella was called in and cajoled and threatened. I think she was told 
that if something drastic wasn't done about me, I would be taken away from 
her and put in a foster home It was arranged to have me sent to a private 
all girls Catholic school in the remote country town of Shoreham. 

So, despite my vehement protests, I was carted off to the Wigginham Academy 
for Girls, which was a little like being in a concentration camp. The grim 
nuns kept an almost constant vigil on our activities. The dorm rooms had 
barred windows, and there was a huge brick wall around the grounds. We had 
almost no off-campus privileges, except for heavily chaperoned excursions to 
museums and parks. 

I spent two years at this godforsaken place, only returning home briefly on 
two occasions; at Christmas. I was seventeen and a lovely girl, unhappy and 
frustrated, when things changed for me again. 

I was shortly to complete my senior year at the academy. The sisters had 
arranged for a very proper dance party, to which select young men from an 
elite male prep school in Harrisburg had been invited. A large room 
adjoining the chapel was rather drearily decorated with faded pink and 
yellow crepe paper and colored Chinese lanterns. There were large bowls of 
punch and lemonade, and neat little crust-less sandwiches. 

The girls all wore long, demure dresses with high collars. Nuns lined the 
walls like penguins, their beady eyes keeping constant watch on their 
charges. The young men for the most part were a motley group of guys; tall, 
gangly, pimply, or fat, immature and tongue-tied. 

My restless green eyes roved around the room, not really expecting to see 
anyone at all interesting. When I spotted him, my heart lurched violently. 
At that moment, he looked like the most beautiful thing in the whole wide 
world. like a pond of cool glistening water must look to someone who's been 
stranded on a desert for days. like Fernando must have looked to Miranda in 
THE TEMPEST. 

After all, I had seen virtually no young men in nearly two years. The only 
contact with members of opposite sex I had had were with Mr. Chomley and Mr. 
Olliphant, the math instructor and the dance teacher, and Mr. Chomley was a 
skinny octogenarian who resembled an owl, while Mr. Olliphant was corpulent, 
bald and (it was rumored) homosexual. 

This young buck perhaps seemed much more attractive to me than he might have 
years earlier. But he was an attractive young man. He was tall and strongly 
built. He filled out his tuxedo becomingly. His short burnished copper hair 
was brushed away from his forehead. His eyes were blue and bored. His mouth 
looked sulky, and he had a strong set to his jawline. He looked rich, 
spoiled, used to getting his way. I had no idea what he was doing at this a 
nee. 

What had transpired I later discovered from Ambrose himself. It seemed that 
the yearly dance at the Wigginham Academy was dreaded and disdained by the 
boys of Harrisburg. The Victorian gloom of the proceedings, the hawk-like 
eyes of the grim nuns, and the general unattractiveness of the girls lent 
the dance the appeal of a two hour lecture on phonetics. 

It seemed that when volunteers were asked to come to the dance, no one came 
forward. Dean Tiresius Brigham Wittaker, who was a good friend of Sister 
Mary, headmistress of the Academy, had decided to recruit some of the boys 
through other measures. Boys who misbehaved were 'punished' by being forced 
to either go to the dance or be grounded during spring break. 

Ambrose Huxley had been all set to return to his family home in Northrup, 
Massachusetts where he and some chums were planning a yachting trip down the 
east coast. Then, he had been caught in his room smoking reefer and drinking 
whiskey. When he had been told to choose between giving up his vacation or 
going to the dance, he had, of course, taken the latter alternative. 

like me, he didn't seem at all to be expecting to have a good time. He was 
leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, glowering morosely. A few 
girls came sidling up to him, simpering, including poor fat pimply Wanda 
Schtupp, but he coldly ignored them and they slunk away, abashed. 

I stared at him, quite brazenly, unable to conceal my immediate attraction. 
And, as if feeling my eyes, he turned his head abruptly and we were looking 
right at one another. I saw his expression change. A slow smile creased his 
face. His folded arms dropped to his sides and he pushed away from the wall 
laconically, making his way through the room, circumventing the four 
desultorily dancing couples on the floor, till he was standing by my side. 

I can't remember at all what we talked about, only that we talked like old 
friends and everything else in the room seemed to fade into the background. 
We danced, and it was lovely. He whispered in my ear something about trying 
to slip away. I don't know how we managed to sneak out under the watchful 
eyes of all those nuns. Actually, I think there was a commotion at one 
point; one pudgy, over-excited girl dropped into a faint in the arms of a 
skinny unhappy schoolboy, and everyone's attention was turned in her 
direction. I think it was then that Ambrose and I slipped out. We went out 
into the garden and fucked gloriously beneath a wisteria bush. 

I was so starved for sex that this torrid encounter with the hung young 
playboy drove me wild for more. And Ambrose was delighted with my ardor and 
with my wanton and eager sense of erotic adventure. 

He wanted to see me again. We somehow managed it. I had three more weeks of 
imprisonment. He found out that there was a place where he could scale the 
wall surrounding the Academy. And I knotted sheets together and climbed down 
from my dorm room window into the garden every night to meet him. We fucked 
like rabbits, naked on the dewy grass. Sometimes we fucked till dawn. I 
loved sucking his cock, licking his naked, muscular body, feeling him come 
inside of my pussy and ass. He loved sucking my ripe, swelling breasts and 
burrowing his face between my satiny thighs and licking at my honeyed twat. 

There was something wild and magical about our kinetic relationship. I guess 
we were impetuous and hasty and silly. But at the end of the three weeks, he 
had asked me to run away with him. 

And instead of returning to Potter's Bluff, as I was supposed to, I took off 
with Ambrose. He had a nifty red roadster and we traveled across country, 
staying at hotels, having the time of our life. We spent six weeks riding 
aimlessly around, and then, Ambrose telephoned his family in Northrop and 
told them that he wanted to marry me. Naturally, they were a little 
perturbed at the abruptness of this announcement, and also because as I now 
learned the Huxleys of Northrop were among the richest families in the 
state. 

When we drove up to the family mansion, I was awed by the splendor of the 
grounds, by the hugeness of the rooms, by the grandness of the furniture. 
Ambrose's mother was a stiff, formidable woman in lavender silk, her hands 
and throat bristling with jewelry. 

She was cold to me at first, but I won her over quite quickly. I was lovely, 
unaffected, bright and amiable. And it was quite obvious that Ambrose and I 
were deeply in love. A lavish wedding was arranged at the local Episcopalian 
Church, with a huge reception afterwards in the ballroom of the Huxley 
estate. 

On the morning before the wedding, I was practically alone in the big 
mansion on Phoenix Street. Ambrose was out with his uncle making 
arrangements for our honeymoon on the exotic Caribbean island of Treisiella. 
Except for the servants and my mother-in-law, who kept to her room that day, 
I was left to myself. 

Millicent Huxley had made it clear that until we were married, Ambrose and I 
were to have separate rooms. Mine was a large, Victorian room with a 
canopied bed and Louis XIV furniture and huge French windows looking out on 
the splendid gardens, where peacocks strutted by bubbling fountains and beds 
of rhododendrons and roses. 

I was served breakfast in bed by a maid, and now, I was lolling luxuriantly 
on the satin sheets, clad only in a gauzy pink negligee, reading a book by 
Colette. 

There was a light knock on the door, and I called automatically, "Come in!" 

The door opened and a tall, handsome young man stood silhouetted in the door 
frame. I looked at him in some surprise. It was Bud Ramshaw, Ambrose's best 
friend. He was also somewhat of a rake. Millicent, I knew, did not approve 
of him, and had tried to dissuade her headstrong son from having Bud as his 
best man. But Ambrose was adamant. Bud had been his friend all through 
school, and he would be by his side at the wedding. 

I liked Bud, but I felt uneasy around him. He was bigger, stronger, coarser 
than Ambrose. He emanated a brute masculine arrogance which was both 
irritating and intriguing. I felt strange around him because he excited me, 
and I knew from the covert looks he cast my way that Bud was attracted to me 
as well. 

Now, he was casually clad in a beige Lacoste sports shirt and white slacks. 
His big, muscular body filled out the clothing well. He had thick biceps and 
I liked the way his brawny chest sloped abruptly to a trim, firm stomach. 
There was a big bulge at the crotch of his white trousers. 

His short chestnut brown hair was brushed recklessly back from his forehead, 
as though he'd been swimming and had raked his fingers through it instead of 
using a comb. His skin was deeply bronzed by much exposure to the sun. He 
was a polo player and a champion swimmer. His dark brown eyes smoldered as 
they drank in the sight of me sprawled out on the bed. The virtually 
transparent black negligee I was wearing did little to cover the voluptuous 
contours of my body. My full, rounded breasts pressed urgently against the 
gauzy material. You could see the ripe, puckered spheres of my nipples quite 
clearly. The succulent 'V of my red-fringed twat was also visible through 
the negligee, and for some reason, I did not draw the covers up when I saw 
him standing there. 

I smiled and said, "Why, Bud! What a surprise! I didn't expect to see you 
till this afternoon!" 

"Hi, Elvira," he said huskily, grinning. revealing his even white teeth. "I 
dropped by to see if Ambrose was around." 

It was a pretty bold-faced lie. I knew that he knew that Ambrose was out 
with his uncle that morning, and he knew that I knew. We sort of stood 
there, smiling at each other. But then I reached down and casually drew the 
covers up about my breasts. 

Bud slowly closed the door behind him and took a cigarette out and lit it. 
He said casually as he puffed on it, "I met a fellow in Boston last 
week-end. Named Reggie Snopes. Nice guy. It seems he's an old friend of 
yours." 

My heart lurched. Reggie Snopes!! He was one of the jocks I'd had sex with 
that notorious afternoon back in Potter's Bluff. I tried to look mildly 
interested but not perturbed. I'm afraid I was not terribly successful. 

"Oh really? How is dear Reggie? I haven't seen him in years." 

"Very well. Very well indeed. He's a lawyer now, with Hawthorne, Bunkley and 
Twinkworth. It seems you were a very popular girl back in your hometown." 

He was looking at me again, and there was a peculiar grin on his ruggedly 
handsome features. He had come over beside the bed now, and sat down on the 
end of it. My silver breakfast tray was lying beside me Bud picked a 
strawberry from a crystal bowl and popped it in his mouth. His brown eyes 
were fixed frankly on the slopes formed by my breasts in the pale blue silk 
sheet. 

"Cigarette?" he offered. I shook my head. 

"I wonder if Ambrose knows how popular you were in Potter's Bluff?" Bud said 
abruptly. His tone smacked of blackmail. 

Oddly enough, I felt more amused than angry. Bud was such a rogue!! He 
delighted in scandal and manipulation. He was such a ballsy son of a bitch 
you had to hand it to him. I let out a little laugh. 

"God, Bud, you're such a bastard!" I said merrily. 

He grinned, stabbing his cigarette out in the silver tray, leaning forward 
and tugging the sheet down about my knees. He was leaning over me, and he 
said softly, "Two years in that cloistered girls' school must have made a 
girl like you half-crazy. Especially after all the sex you indulged in back 
home." 

I shuddered as his hand stole up my body and closed around one of my ripe 
breasts. He kneaded it, the palm of his hand grinding against my nipple, 
making it swell and turret upward erectly. 

"Bud, darling, don't you feel the least bit guilty about seducing your best 
friend's girl on the morning of their wedding?" I said a trifle 
breathlessly. 

His grin widened. "On the contrary, my dear. I find the situation intensely 
exciting!" 

He bent down and crushed his hungry lips to mine, kissing me hard. I moaned 
as his long, wet tongue snaked between my lips and swarmed around inside of 
my mouth, trading spit. 

His hands were tearing at my negligee now. I could feel the savage power in 
his hands. I moaned as I heard the ripping of the filmy material, and the 
expensive black silk garment was torn bodily off of ma 

He growled as he moved down, hungrily mouthing my full, unblemished breasts, 
and I gasped and arched my back as he sucked and chewed on the throbbing, 
pencil eraser nipples. I felt his strong, sweaty hand slide down the plane 
of my stomach and cup the damp lips of my vulva. He pushed two fingers 
between the sticky petals of flesh, sliding them up into my hot vagina, 
pumping them back and forth as he sucked my breasts. I was moaning and 
thrashing in excitement. The silver tray teetered and toppled off the bed 
with a crash. The sound of breaking crystal and china tinkled through the 
opulent room, but we both ignored it. 

"Oh God y-eeees!" I moaned as his hot lips and swarming tongue closed over 
my wide-open cunt. 

He growled into my vagina as he sucked on it, his swarming licker swiping up 
and down the sticky slit, flicking at my aching clitoris. Electric jolts of 
sheer passion washed through me. I was pumping frantically with my hips, my 
fingers digging into the back of his head. 

He reached down between his legs and I heard the lewd rasp of his zipper 
coming down. He was going wild with bestial lust as he lapped and sucked on 
my honeyed pussy. He lifted his head, panting, his lower face wet with my 
love juice, his dark eyes blazing like coals. 

He got up on his knees. I purred in pleasure as I looked down and saw the 
huge, throbbing erection which thrust up through the gaping teeth of his 
zipper. It was an enormous cock, ten inches long and as thick around as my 
wrist, with a rosy, mushroom-shaped knob and throbbing, vein-corrugated 
sides. 

He grinned at me, gripping hold of his beige shirt and tugging it over his 
head. I let my narrowed green eyes flick hungrily over his muscular, bared 
torso, my hot wet pussy contracting with excitement. 

He had broad shoulders and big, hard pecs, lightly dusted with silken brown 
hairs. His stomach was a series of overlapping muscles, creased down the 
middle, a line of dark hair coiling from his navel to the thick pubic bush 
surrounding his stiff tool. 

He hauled down his pants and climbed onto the bed clad only in a pair of 
white athletic socks. He dropped his big body heavily on top of mine, 
hugging me to him hard, clamping his mouth to mine, humping with his hips, 
his big prick sliding over my tummy and twat. 

I moaned in excitement, my hands running up and down his broad, sweaty back, 
stroking the firm, muscled cheeks of his ass. 

"Yeah, baby, I've had the hots for you ever since I first saw you," he 
whispered into my ear, licking at it. "And you want it bad. You want my hard 
masculine body, don't you, slut?" 

"Yes, oh, yes. Bud, yes!" I breathed softly, squirming wantonly beneath him. 

He rolled off of me onto his back on the bed, his hands hooked behind his 
head, his big dick poking arrogantly up into the air. He said huskily, "Go 
for it, honey! I'm all yours!" 

I rolled over on my side, whimpering and cooing as I ran my warm little 
hands over his big, sweaty body. I bent down and nuzzled his throat, 
brushing and feathering my lips over his chest. I kissed and sucked at his 
hard pecs, running my velvety tongue up each of his flaring lats and sucking 
on his musky armpits. I squirmed down his body till I was kneeling between 
his legs, my lips pressed into the musky mane of hair at his thighs. I 
licked at his inner thighs and moaned as I sniffed and kissed his 
heavy-hanging balls. 

He groaned when I encircled his stud tool with my warm wet mouth and went 
down on him, letting his pecker slide over the trough of my tongue. I took 
him deep in my throat, rolling my licker around beneath his jerking sex 
tool, and then bobbed my head up and down, sucking his meat voraciously, 
playing with his big, scum-bloated balls. 

"Yeah, baby!" he muttered thickly. "Suck that big hard cock! Suck it good!" 
I pumped my hot hungry mouth up and down on his stiff, twitching meat, 
purring in satisfaction. Then, I let it pop out of my mouth and pushed his 
legs up. Obligingly, he gripped himself beneath the knees, hauling his legs 
toward him, and gasped in pleasure as he felt my hot, hungry tongue slide up 
and down his hairy ass crack. 

I burrowed my pretty face between his ass cheeks and licked and sucked on 
his bunghole. The slut within me was coming to life again. I remembered the 
heady, hedonistic pleasure of hot, uninhibited, promiscuous sex I had 
experienced as a young teenaged girl. I let that lurid abyss open up within 
me, and plummeted into the dark, ecstatic depths once more ... 


PART FOUR 

"Yeah, Elvira honey, lick that stud ass! Lick it good!" Bud Ramshaw said 
huskily as I worked my drooling taster up into the scalding, clenching 
circle of his pungent sphincter. 

He had fisted his spit-smeared dick and was pumping it while I sucked his 
ass, purring in pleasure, one of my hands rubbing between my legs, stroking 
my dripping cunt and twitching clit. 

"Uh huh, Reggie Snopes wasn't makin' it up, was he, baby?" Bud said 
hoarsely. "You really are a total slut! I figured. Yeah, I figured a cool, 
beautiful vixen like you had a hidden store of pent-up bitch heat!" 

I sat back gasping, dizzy with desire, and he got up, bending down and 
growling as he crushed his mouth to mine once more, kissing me voraciously. 
He broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva bridging our lips momentarily. 
His dark eyes were burning into mine. He whispered hoarsely, "He told me 
something else. Something which really turned me on, baby. He said you liked 
getting pissed on. He said you let the whole football team piss in your 
mouth and all over you. Was he lying, honey? Did he make it up?" 

I gulped, trembling with excitement, a flood of lurid memory swamping my 
senses. I shook my head, gasping, "N-No. He wasn't lying ... " 

"Yeah ... yeth, I figured ... " Bud muttered, kissing me again, licking my 
face, crushing and kneading my ripe young breasts in his big, muscled hands. 

He got up abruptly, grabbing my hand, and mutely drew me off the bed, 
leading me across the room to the adjoining bath. It was a lavish bathroom, 
with a huge, sunken round tub with black and gold tiles and gold dolphin 
spigots and a shower curtain with Oriental pagodas embroidered in it with 
silk threads. 

Bud Ramshaw's huge cock was thrusting up in the air in front of him at a 
forty-five degree angle, wet with my spit. He said softly into my ear, "I 
saved it for you, baby. I drank a lot of beer this morning. A whole lot of 
beer. I got a whole bladder full of piss for you. Get in the tub and lie 
down." 

There was the ring of authority in his tone. It excited me. I was heady with 
anticipation. I whimpered as I climbed into the tub. I reclined on the black 
and gold tiles; they felt cool and slippery against my back and buttocks. I 
stared up at him as he' climbed into the tub, towering over me like a giant 
Grecian statue come to life. My heart was pounding in my chest like an 
over-wound clock. 

My arms and legs were thrown spread-eagled away from my voluptuous womanly 
body. My hot triangle of a vagina was wet with love juice and spit. My rosy 
nipples were erect and moist. My lovely face, surrounded the lambent halo of 
my crimson tresses, was flushed and wanton. I was gasping, my mouth opened, 
my hooded green eyes blazing with passive desire. 

Bud's lip curled in a sadistic snarl. He flexed his big muscles as he; 
stared down at me. He gripped his ramrod and pushed it down so that the 
moist, blunt dick-head was pointing at my face. He was panting in 
excitement. 

He concentrated. He let loose. His dick hole expanded and a steamy yellow 
stream of hot piss blasted from his full bladder. The hot pungent fluid 
sprayed with hose-like intensity all over my face. The feeling, the taste, 
the smell, cascaded over me I cried out in wild, wanton delight, yawning my 
mouth open, closing my eyes, moaning and shuddering in exquisite delight as 
I gulped down the hot pungent piss. I choked on it, but I loved it. He 
splashed the steady stream of urine up and down my naked body. He stared at 
me with wild excitement. 

"Drink it, slut!" Bud Ramshaw muttered thickly, his dark brown eyes blazing 
like coals. "Drink my hot man piss!" 

I lay in the tub, gagging and coughing as the yellow stream of urine 
splashed all over my face, spraying into my mouth, filling it with the 
smoky, salty taste of piss. 

He whipped his big greasy pecker up and down, splattering my naked body with 
it, and I was going wild with illicit pleasure. I moaned and puckered my 
rosy red lips, my coral pink tongue darting back and forth, eager for his 
potent spray. 

It kept on coming, in a steady, pungent stream. I gulped down what seemed 
like gallons of the pungent stuff. My naked, voluptuous body was drenched 
with the sticky, salty solution. I was quivering with exquisite pleasure. 

He groaned, dropping suddenly down, his knees on either side of my waist. He 
gripped the back of my head, hauling it up, shoving his still-spurting penis 
into my mouth, pissing right down my throat. Twin streams of yellow fluid 
oozed out of the corners of my mouth as I struggled to swallow it as fast as 
it squirted from his bladder. 

Finally, the big stud had emptied his bladder of piss. I sucked on his 
half-hard cock, milking out the last few droplets of yellow urine, feeling 
like a total slut. He eased back, his big horse-cock popping out of my 
mouth. 

He scrambled off of me, lying on his side on the tiled floor of the round 
sunken tub. He bent close to my face, and whispered hoarsely, "Do you have 
to piss, honey?" 

I looked at him in amazement. His dark eyes were hot with lust. I said 
shakily, "I I think so ... 

He made a sharp intake of breath, his big, muscled body aquiver with illicit 
excitement. He rolled over on his back on the floor of the tub. He said 
hoarsely, "Get up and put your pussy against my face. I want you to piss on 
me too!! " 

His command sent a wave of wild excitement shooting through me. I was quick 
to obey. I scrambled up, straddling his muscular chest, my knees on either 
side of his burly neck. He clenched the high, sweet cheeks of his ass, 
lifting his handsome, flushed face, yawning his mouth open eagerly, a couple 
of inches away from my pink, hot, wet pussy. 

I pissed. It was a glorious, naughty sensation. I watched with amazement and 
mounting excitement as my spurting piss splashed all over Bud's grimacing, 
moaning face. He shuddered and gasped, his fingers digging convulsively into 
my ass cheeks, my urine dripping arid running all over his face, but mostly 
squirting right into his mouth. 

He thrust out his long, red tongue, letting the yellow stream splash right 
over it, lapping at my sticky pink vaginal tissue as I peed on him. When I 
was finished, he was panting and trembling with excitement, smacking his 
lips, licking them, moaning in near-delirious pleasure. 

He gripped my waist, pushing me down on his sweat-slickened body. He panted 
hoarsely, "Sit on it, baby! Sit on Bud's huge cock!" 

I was only too willing to oblige. I raised myself up above the towering 
column of stiff flesh and gristle, reaching down and gripping it, holding it 
steady as I lowered myself upon it. 

My head jerked back and I uttered a shrill, sobbing cry of ecstasy as I felt 
his fat, slickened dick shaft plunge upward, spreading my cunt wide, rammirg 
up to the balls deep inside of me. 

I sobbed, rocking back and forth, my legs gripping at his slender sides, my 
hot, bloated cuntal lips milking wetly around the base of his stiff boner. I 
could feel the huge prick churning and twitching deep in my cunt, pressing 
almost painfully against my dimpled cervix. 

He was so big, so hard! Ambrose's cock was two inches shorter and a lot less 
thick. I had forgotten what a difference it made to have a cock as big as 
Bud's thrust all the way up inside of me The sensations were much, much more 
intense. I sobbed in pleasure, whipping my red tresses from side to side. 

I planted my hands on his muscled chest, gripping his pecs as I lifted and 
dropped my lower body on his cock, riding it like a bucking broncho, 
shrieking and sobbing with delight, rocking from side to side. 

"Oh, yeah, baby, take my big thick cock up that tight hot pussy! Uh huh! 
That's the way, baby! Oh, YEAAAH!" he panted thickly. 

He was hunching upward with hi? hips, sliding his big barbed lance fast and 
hard in and out of my sopping, clenching vagina. His hands came up and 
closed around the big, jiggling spheres of my breasts, kneading and 
massaging them till the plump white flesh oozed between his knuckles. 

I felt pleasure blaze in my middle. I arched my back, wriggling and bouncing 
on his lap in a frenzy of wild, womanly ecstasy, sobs and moans escaping 
from my fluttering pink lips. 

"AAAAHM AAAAAHM AAAAH I" I squealed breathlessly. "Y-YEEESI! G-GOOOOODI! MM 
MM!! I I'M G-G-ONKA C-C-CUUUUM!! YEEIS!! OH GOD, YEEEr I SI! I'M 
CUUUUUMING!! " 

I dropped down on his big pumping ramrod one last time as white hot 
sensation blazed up within me, scorching through my nerve endings, exploding 
behind my sex-dazzled eyes. I came and came and came, more gloriously than I 
had come in years. My love lotion spilled and splashed from my womb, my 
sticky cuntal muscles grasped and milked violently around Bud Ramshaw's ten 
inch phallus. I nearly passed out with passion. 

"Yeah, baby, I feel you comin'! I feel your hot twat comin' around my thick 
dick!" Bud panted thickly, gripping me by the middle and rocking from side 
to side, churning his horse-meat in my cuntal depths. 

He rolled us over so that he was lying on top of me. He gripped my legs 
beneath the knees, pushing them forward, hooking my ankles over his broad 
shoulders, planting his hands on the cold black and gold tiles on either 
side of my breasts, heaving himself into a push-ups position. 

Staring down into my flushed, piss-splashed face, he began to pump with 
savage, bestial thrusts, hoarse grunts spraying from between his clenched 
white teeth, his big muscles bulging and relaxing rhythmically. 

Each time he pumped forward with his tight sweaty ass, my body jerked and my 
breath was nearly knocked from my lungs. I was whimpering and gasping, 
feeling totally out of control. I was riding on endless, crashing waves of 
searing sensation. Orgasms kept on flowering and bursting within me, again 
and again. I couldn't get enough of his huge cock. I was achieving ecstasy 
so intense I was nearly going insane. My nails raked at his broad back. I 
sobbed in joy. I sucked on his thick, swarming tongue when he bent down and 
kissed me, still fucking me relentlessly. 

He backed out of me suddenly, his big, dripping lance popping moistly from 
the gaping lips of my bloated red pussy and snapping up against his stomach. 
He reached down with one hand, fisting his sex tool, and pushed it up 
between the creamy cheeks of my upturned ass. 

I gave a low sob, biting nervously on my lower lip, half-closing my eyes, as 
I felt the sticky knob of his big dick punch against the quivering maw of my 
tight bunghole. 

"Yeah, baby!" he said softly. "I want to feel your hot tight ass suckin' at 
my prick, too! I want it all!" 

He grunted, hunching forward, punching his mammoth meat up into my 
furnace-hot glove-like guts. A fireball of erotic heat blasted through my 
bowels as his huge greasy cock knifed up violently inside of me, stretching 
my ass-hole barbarically till it was milking around the base of his dick and 
his wiry pubes were mashing against my tush. 

"Oh YEAH!! Yeah, bitch, that's tight and hot! So fuckin' tight and hot!" he 
muttered hoarsely. 

I was sobbing and moaning in passion. He started to sodomize me, hard and 
fast. His big body jackknifed furiously, hunching back and forth. His hefty 
sex tool squelched back till only the knob was encased by my tight rectum, 
and then, he rammed forward again, thrusting it all the way up inside of me. 

He was panting hard. His face was red with passion. Beads of sweat glistened 
on his hard, flexing chest. Hoarse grunts and moans sprayed from between his 
grimacing lips and the tendons on his neck contracted as he exerted himself. 

The sound of hot, colliding flesh echoed through the lavish bathroom, and I 
gave little breathless screams and moans. I reached down, playing with my 
pussy, strumming my clitoris and sticking two fingers up my dripping twat as 
I clenched at his stroking sex tool with my ass-hole. 

"Oh SHIT baby! UNGHM UNGH!! UNGH!! Y-YEAAAAHM I'M GONNA DO IT!! I'M GONNA 
FUCKIN' SHOOT IT!" he roared thickly. 

He redoubled his efforts, hammering into me with brute force. Sledgehammer 
blasts of heat and pleasure ripped through me as that mighty member rammed 
in and out of me with brute force. I screamed as I, too, climaxed again, my 
pussy convulsing and oozing, my guts milking frantically around his hard, 
pulsing shaft. 

His head snapped back. He roared in bestial pleasure, saliva flecking the 
corners of his mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head. He shuddered, 
ramming forward one last time, burying all ten inches of his hefty donkey 
dick up to the gonads deep within my guts. 

I sobbed in joy as I felt him come. He spurted hot, thick gobs of jism deep 
in my bowels. Again and again his pungent seed blasted up his fuck tubes and 
sprayed like a geyser inside of me. 

He shuddered and groaned in animalistic, masculine pleasure as my wet, 
clutching rectal passage milked the juice from his balls. 

"Awwwww ... Ooooh b-baby ... Oh b-baby ... So good ... So fuckin' good ... " 
he gasped in a hoarse, strangled voice as he shot again and again. 

We lay there, side by side on the tiled floor of the sunken tub, gasping for 
breath, feeling deliciously sated by our wild and lusty sex bout. The hot, 
pungent scent of sex, sweat and piss coiled in our flaring nostrils. Bud 
rolled over on his side, caressing my sticky, warm body, gently kissing my 
lips. 

He grinned at me and said huskily, "Let's take a bath." 

I giggled and nodded, sitting up and turning on the gold dolphin spigots. 
The water came blasting into the tub full force, slowly filling up around 
us. I picked up a tall, fluted bottle of bubble bath powder on the built-in 
shelf in the wall, pouring a liberal amount into the roiling water till big 
sudsy bubbles erupted around us like sea foam. 

We laughed and tussled playfully in the soapy water, kissing and caressing, 
washing one another with a washcloth, behaving like frolicking children. I 
turned the water off when the tub was quite full. It. was like being in a 
pool; we were submerged to our necks. 

We embraced in the water, our slippery young bodies cleaving together. I 
wrapped my arms around his strong neck, tilting my head back, raining his 
handsome face with hot kisses. 

I babbled suddenly in a little whisper, "Oh Bud, I love you, I love you, I 
love you!" Then abruptly, the reality of the situation loomed up in both of 
our minds. I pulled back from him a little, my hands still twined around his 
neck. His hands were on my breasts beneath the water. We were wreathed in 
soap bubbles. We were staring gravely into one another's eyes. 

A sound caught our attention; a hoarse gasp from the doorway. We turned and 
stared in the direction of the disturbance. Standing there, her face ashen 
with shock and indignation, was Millicent Huxley. 

She was dressed in the long, expensive burgundy dress she had had made for 
the wedding. Her steel gray hair was pulled back in a severe bun at the back 
of her head. 

In her gloved hands, she was clutching my bridal veil. She had come to my 
room, apparently, to help dress me for the ceremony. The three of us froze, 
paralyzed, staring at one another, for a few seconds. 

Then, she turned abruptly, staggering out of the room, letting the veil 
drop. It fluttered to the bathroom floor like a forgotten tumbleweed. We 
heard the door to my bedroom slam shut and the sound of poor Millicent 
Huxley running down the hall to her own boudoir. 

Bud and I looked at each other in dismay. And then, our mouths twitched. We 
started to laugh. We laughed so hard I thought my sides would split. Gasping 
for breath. Bud said weakly, "Well, so much for the wedding, Elvira." 

"Poor Ambrose!" I sighed, trying not to laugh. 

"Poor Millicent!" Bud chimed in. 

We broke out laughing again. Finally, we were able to control ourselves. We 
got out of the tub, toweling off, and went into the adjoining room. As we 
got dressed, I said softly to Bud, "Well, Bud, what are we going to do?' 

He looked at me, and said softly, "Well, Elvira. I don't have the Huxley 
fortune. And my reputation isn't exactly spotless. But then, neither is 
yours. I think we're made for each other. I mean, we've both got so many 
skeletons in the closet it doesn't matter if they accumulate one or two 
more. I think we ought to get married!" 

I smiled at him and nodded. "I think so too. Bud," I said. 

I threw a few things into my small valise. I took care not to take any of 
the expensive things Ambrose had given me; I left all the jewelry on the 
dresser and the clothes in the closet. 

I also left a small perfumed note pinned to the pillow on my bed. It read: 
"Dear, dear Ambrose: I don't know if you'll ever be able to forgive me. I 
wouldn't blame you if you never want to see or hear from me again. But I 
have to do what's right, and I think this is right for both of us. We were 
crazy to get involved so quickly. I was starved for affection. I wasn't 
thinking properly. Now, I think I've found what I'm looking for. I may be 
making the biggest mistake in my life. If so, I accept full responsibility. 
You may not believe this, but I still love you in my own special way. You're 
a wonderful man, and you won't have any trouble finding a girl much better 
than me to be your wife. Much love, yours sincerely, Elvira." 

Hand in hand, Bud Ramshaw and I walked down the spiral staircase and out of 
the big mansion. Bud's battered Toyota Corola was parked in the 
gravel-strewn driveway. As we pulled away from the house, I caught a glimpse 
of Millicent Huxley through the curtains of an upstairs window. If looks 
could kill, I wouldn't be here today. 

I guess I was very callous in my treatment of Ambrose. I don't know. But 
something had happened between Bud and I, something undeniably right. The 
chemistry was there. And our life together has been dynamite. We're not 
faithful in the conventional sense. We delight in orgies. And both of us are 
very into water sports. I don't know why, but pissing on one another, and 
getting pissed on by others, excites Bud and I more than just about anything 
else ... 


BREAST AND BODY TORTURE 

"All right, you little French bitch! You ain't gonna act so high and mighty 
now! That's for fuckin' sure!" Sergeant Rochestor snarled thickly. 

I was making hoarse moaning sounds through the gag which filled my mouth. My 
violet eyes were wide with shock. The ropes which twined so tightly around 
my body and wrists and ankles were biting cruelly into my flesh. 

My big, thrusting breasts were strangled by the hemp ropes, bloating forward 
like over-filled water balloons. The strawberry red silver dollar sized 
nipples were swollen and erect. 

I watched in terror as the ruthless, crazed G.I. brought the lighter closer 
and closer to my throbbing nipple. The tear of flame flickered in front of 
my nipple, and I could already feel the heat. 

I was tossing my long platinum tresses from side to side, trying to scream 
to beg, to plead with him not to do this awful thing to me. But it was all 
in vain ... 

Torture and sexuality have been entwined through the ages. During the Dark 
Ages, the Spanish Inquisition invented some of the most barbaric means of 
eliciting confessions from the unhappy victims of its scourge. Many of these 
tortures were intrinsically sexual, involving the application of pain to the 
sexual organs. 

Certain debauched persons indulged themselves in sadistic practices to 
achieve sexual satisfaction. This tendency can be traced back to the time of 
Caligula in ancient Rome, and to Attila the Hun. 

But perhaps the most significant historical figure in the establishment of 
sadomasochism as a perverse means of sexual expression was the man who lent 
sadism its name; the notorious Marquis de Sade. In his shocking novels, the 
degenerate Frenchman detailed every form of debauchery imaginable, taking a 
particular delight in those involving pain and subjugation. His writings 
have colored and influenced the shape of sexual fantasy ever since. 

Sadism is inspired by deep-seated feelings of insecurity and self-doubt. 
Fear and trauma within an aggressive human being is sometimes turned outward 
and directed irrationally towards others. Sadists inflict pain on others in 
order to exorcise subconscious fears and feelings of inadequacy. 

In times of war, when the normal social sphere is ripped apart, when chaos 
reigns, when one's ideas about the nature of things are turned topsy-turvy, 
abnormal behavior becomes rampant. During these times, in war-torn areas, 
sadistic behavior becomes common place. In fact, it can be called a fiber 
indelibly sewn into the very concept of warfare. 

In the following pages, a French nurse graphically details a horrific 
situation which almost spontaneously occurred in Vietnam fifteen years ago, 
a situation which shockingly illustrates the truth of the maxim that sadism 
is often produced by war. 

Monique Delon wrote this totally explicit memoir in her personal journal in 
French months after it was over. She did not intend it for publication. 
After she committed suicide in 1977, the memoir surfaced and was published 
in France, where it caused quite a stir. 

Now, for the first time, translated into English, Monique's story can 
finally be perused by American readers ... 

Chaos. Heat. Yes, I remember the heat. It surrounded me like a wet, 
fluttering rug. I was crouched down in the wooden shack, leaning against the 
wall, my hands over my ears, my face resting between my knees. But I 
couldn't block out the deafening explosions, the staccato bursts of 
gunfire, the frantic shouts. The ground heaved and rumbled beneath me as 
mortar shells exploded thirty yards from the shack. I felt as though I were 
caught in the eye of a cyclone. Memories rushed and shuddered around me, 
like in a nightmare. I felt the clammy hand of death brushing against me. I 
was too terrified to move or speak. 

The windows of the crude shack which had been fashioned into a make-shift 
hospital for G.l.s were all blown out. The interior of the room was in 
shambles. Thank God they had taken the patients out by helicopter to Saigon 
two days earlier. Now, there was only me, and 

Sergeant Blade Rochester, and a squad of ten soldiers. Doctor Ambrewster had 
been killed the day before after stepping on a landmine. 

Why were we still there? Why had they asked us to remain, even though they 
knew the Viet Cong were swarming through the vicinity? Why had I been such a 
fool to volunteer to remain when the other nurses had been flown safely back 
to civilization? These and other desperate, futile questions rushed through 
my paralyzed mind. 

The sounds began to ebb. It was like the fourteenth of July, Bastille Day, 
in Paris. A sudden cacophony of fireworks which erupt and deafen for several 
minutes, and then taper off to a few desultory blasts for the next few 
hours. 

Finally, silence reigned. Bullets no longer came whistling and ricocheting 
through the windows, shattering bottles of medicine, punching holes in the 
rotting wood. Explosions no longer rocked the foundation of the shack. 

I heard the frantic scurrying of booted feet approach. A chill caught my 
heart. Was it the Cong? But no, the door flew open and Sergeant Rochester 
came charging into the room. 

His khaki shirt was torn and bloody and sweat-soaked. His rugged features 
were dark and moist. His gray eyes were like glazed marbles. He was panting 
hard, clutching a still smoldering M-15 rifle. 

"Come on! Quickly!" he shouted at me, snarling, saliva frothing his lips. 
His strong jaw and cheeks were stubbly with beard growth. He looked more 
animal than human. 

Somehow, I got to my feet, stumbling towards him. He grabbed my arm. His 
grip was like steel. He jerked me roughly through the open doorway. Then we 
were running through the rice field. The muddy earth sucked at my feet. One 
of my shoes came off. I tripped, and he half-dragged me till I managed to 
get to my feet again. 

The beauty of Vietnam was like an ugly joke when juxtaposed with all the 
violence and horror which blossomed up around us like fetid toadstools. I 
have never seen so many shades of green. The jungles, the tangled lianas, 
the swaying palms, all seem to mesh and blend and sway like mingled paints 
on a palette. 

He dragged me through the underbrush. Trees and bushes surrounded us, 
branches whipping at our faces, tearing our clothes, scratching our flesh. I 
screamed when I brushed against the slimy coils of a green snake wrapped 
sinuously around a low branch of a tree. 

Cursing sourly beneath his breath, Blade yanked me against his chest and 
slapped me hard across the face, bringing stars to my eyes. He clenched his 
strong hand across my mouth, hissing in my ear, "Shut up, you little fool! 
Do you want us to be killed?" 

Then we were running again. I don't know how long, we ran, or how far. I 
just know I was exhausted when we emerged into a clearing leading up to 
several sloping hills. 

We climbed the embankment of one hill and went down into the valley where 
there was a brown, sluggish stream. On the other side of the stream was the 
scorched remnants of a village. It had been pillaged and leveled by either 
their side or ours. It didn't matter anymore, somehow. 

In the side of the hill, walled by clumps of green underbrush, was the 
gaping entrance to a hidden cave. The sergeant dragged me inside of it. It 
was cool and dank and dark. The ground was wet and hard. We stumbled along 
through the dark. It wound abruptly to the right. 

I saw light up ahead. It was a torch. We came up to it, and I recognized two 
soldiers, huddled against a wall, sitting on a crude wooden bench, their 
rifles trained on us, tense with nervous anticipation. 

On the floor beside them was a crumpled body. As Blade and I drew near, I 
saw that the limp body was that of a young girl. A Vietnamese girl. She was 
wearing the rough brown tunic and black 'pajama' pants most Vietnamese 
peasants wore. Her hands were tied behind her back, and she was either dead 
or unconscious. Hers was the face of a child. Having been in Vietnam long 
enough to know its people, I guessed she was about sixteen. But she looked 
twelve; petite, willowy, almost frail. Her face, an oval with dainty 
features framed by strands of blue black hair, was incredibly lovely in the 
flickering torch-light. 

"Put down those guns, you dumb asses!" Blade snarled. "They ain't gonna find 
us here! And if they do, we gotta use knives! No sense in attracting 
attention with gun shots!'- 

His hand was still clenched around my wrist. He looked at me, and I saw the 
flicker of emotion in his slate gray eyes as they moved down to my breasts. 
I glanced down and blushed. My white blouse had been ripped wide open, and 
my right breast was fully exposed. The full, thrusting globe of resilient 
flesh looked lustrous in the firelight, the rosy nipple ripe and erect. 

I pulled my hand away from him and drew the torn segments of my blouse 
together. I walked over to the girl and knelt down. I touched her face. It 
was warm. She moaned and stirred. Her eyes opened and glinted with fright. 
She rolled over on her back, looking wildly from the soldiers to me and back 
again. 

She started babbling something in Vietnamese. I had picked up some of the 
language, and I figured out that she was saying that she was not the Cong, 
that she was a South Vietnamese peasant, and on our side. 

But before I could translate. Blade strode forward, uttering a surly curse, 
squatting down and grabbing her by the head, jerking her head back 
viciously. He had drawn his knife with his other hand and he pushed the 
blade savagely up against her slender neck. 

"Shut up, you fuckin' gook, or I'll cut your fuckin' head clean off!" he 
snarled. 

The girl whimpered, but clammed up immediately. She didn't speak English, 
but she got the drift of what he was saying pretty quickly. 

"Hell, we shoulda just shot her in the first place!" Turk Cuccarelli 
snarled. 

I stared at the soldiers in growing alarm. There was a viciousness, a 
savagery, in the air which was quite palpable, all of it centering on this 
helpless girl. I saw the three men as if for the first time. 

Blade Rochester' was a big man of thirty. He was very tall, six foot three, 
and weighed about two hundred and sixty pounds. He was very well-built, with 
a big, muscular body of which he was very proud. like most of the other 
soldiers, he had flirted rather flagrantly with me ever since I had been 
assigned to the unit. 

He was rather handsome, in a crude sort of way. He had a strong face, with 
gray eyes, a firm mouth, and short-cropped reddish brown hair. His shirt, 
which was unbuttoned, revealed the heavy musculature of his chest, which was 
covered with thick tangled coils of sweaty hair. 

Corporal Turk Cuccarelli was a beefy Italian-American only slightly smaller 
than the sergeant. Turk was twenty-eight. He was six two, two hundred and 
fifty pounds. He was built like an ox, with wide shoulders, a brawny chest, 
and long, powerful legs. His hair and eyes were dark brown, and he had 
scowling brows and a sulky full-lipped mouth. 

The third G.I. was a muscular black man in his early twenties, called Hawk, 
though I think his full name was Bruno Hawkins. He was six-one, two hundred 
pounds, very strong, very muscular, and the color of dark polished wood. 

All three were large and powerful men. I had been attracted to them, and 
they had certainly been attracted to me, but I took my job as nurse 
seriously and refrained from indulging in sexual activity with any of the 
soldiers. They had propositioned me rather brazenly, and Suzie, Naomi and 
Paula, the other nurses, had, I knew, given in to the lusty soldiers' 
advances. I had adamantly refused, however, and there had been a little 
resentment leveled at me because of this. I knew that they called me a 'cold 
bitch' and they often referred to me as the 'Ice Maiden.' 

Now, as Blade crouched in front of the girl, I saw a slow, ugly grin spread 
across his sweaty face. He moistened his lips, looking around at his 
buddies. 

"Yeah, but that would have been a waste, wouldn't it?" he drawled. "Look at 
her. She's pretty. She's fuckin' pretty. Shit, most of these gook dames is 
all shriveled up with black teeth and diseases growin' all over 'em. This 
girl's damn nice to look at, and young, too. I bet she's got a tight little 
twat! I bet she's a good fuck!" 

My senses reeled in horror when I heard this and listened to he other two 
soldiers chuckle coarsely in approval. Blade gripped the front of her 
loose-fitting blouse and jerked on it. There was the rending sound of 
ripping material as he tore the garment right off of her. 

She had a slender, almost boyish body. Her breasts were small jutting cones, 
a tawny hue, with rosy, puckered nipples. Her waist was incredibly slender. 
Blade roughly grabbed hold of her pants and ripped them down and off. She 
gave a little whimper, but did not resist, trembling in fear. 

She had slender, shapely legs and slim hips. Between her legs, her pussy was 
a lambent triangle of puckered pink flesh, very lightly tufted with silken 
black hairs. 

"Yeah! Take a gander at them hot little boobies!" Hank muttered thickly, 
crawling forward, his dark eyes blazing with excitement. 

Blade grunted, reaching down and snapping his forefingers and thumbs around 
her rosy, rivet-like nipples. He squeezed, applying steady pressure, 
twirling the rubbery rivets around between his fingers. He squeezed harder, 
digging his thumbnails into her aching red flesh. Her pretty face contorted 
in pain and she gave a shrill, agonized cry, her back arching. He growled in 
bestial pleasure, his ace twisted in an expression of ugly, sadistic 
passion. He twisted on her nipples hard, and she screamed again. He drew 
back his hand and slapped her viciously back and forth across the face. 

"Good God, what are you DOING?" I cried, finding my voice. 

I darted forward, quivering with anger, shoving Blade hard. He was knocked 
off balance and sprawled on the floor. I dropped down beside the girl, 
gathering against me, my narrowed violet eyes blazing with murderous anger. 

Turk and Hawk scowled sullenly, but looked as though they would have backed 
off. But I had made a mistake. A grave mistake. I had insulted Blade 
Rochester's masculinity. I had knocked him over. I had humiliated him before 
his men. 

He scrambled up, his rugged features twisted in savage fury. With a bestial 
snarl, he lunged forward, grabbing me by the hair, dragging me to my feet. 
He jerked my head back and slapped me hard across the face. 

I screamed and struggled, jerking up my leg and kneeing him in the groin 
hard. His eyes bulged and he made a hoarse, whooshing sound, doubling up. As 
I jerked away, he lunged again, locking his arm around my neck, jerking me 
back hard against his chest, applying pressure till I couldn't breathe. 

"You fuckin' little French cunt! What're you, some kind of a fuckin' 
lesbian? You cold bitch, nobody pushes me around like that! NOBODY!" he 
snarled in my ear. 

I was gurgling and gasping for breath. My eyes bulged. My mouth was open as 
I tried to make sounds. I saw spots before my eyes and the luridly lit 
interior of the cavern whirled around me and darkened. I dropped into a dead 
faint. 

I slowly came to. I heard hoarse, grunting noises and muffled whimpers. I 
blinked my eyes open. I tried to move. To my horror, I found that my hands 
were tied securely behind my back. Rope bit deeply into my wrists, and also 
into my ankles. 

Also, there was a rope crisscrossing my middle, slicing into and lifting my 
full ripe breasts. I was naked! Stark naked! I tried to speak, and found 
that a thick gag of cloth had been shoved into my mouth and tied there. I 
jerked my head around, staring wildly about me. 

The Vietnamese girl was on her knees on the ground, naked, her hands tied 
behind her back. Her coral pink lips were bloated into a huge 'O', and they 
were sucking around a thick shaft of dark brown meat which erupted from a 
kinky mass of pubic hairs between Hawk's black thighs. 

The Negro soldier stood above her, grunting in pleasure, naked from the 
waist down. His strong hands were clenched around the back of her head, and 
he was brutally shoving her head up and down on his monstrous black manhood. 
His dangling brown testicles were whacking up moistly against her chin. 
Tears stained her cheeks, and she was making hoarse gagging sounds as his 
huge cock pumped brutally in and out of her narrow gullet. Her nostrils 
flared as she desperately inhaled air through them whenever he backed out of 
her throat. 

Turk Cuccarelli was kneeling behind her. He was buck naked. His brawny chest 
was sweaty and muscular and covered thickly with dark ringlets of hair. From 
between his massive legs rose a stupendous shaft of manhood; ten stiff 
inches of pulsing American penis with a bloated, rubbery cock knob. 

He was pumping on it with one hand. With his other, he was feeling and 
playing with the young girl's hot little cunny. He was shoving three fingers 
in and out of her twat. 

She was moaning and shuddering, in the throes of mingled pain and ecstasy, 
fear and passion. Turk licked his lips hungrily, pulling his fingers out of 
her with a moist sucking sound. 

He fisted his huge member, pushing it downward till it was punching against 
the buttery folds of her pussy. He clamped his big, beefy hands around her 
narrow waist, gripping her hard. 

With a savage grunt, he heaved his hairy ass forward, dragging her narrow 
body back against him hard. His monstrous manhood ripped up into her narrow, 
tender vagina. I saw her eyes bulge and glaze over as white hot pain ripped 
through her lower body. 

Turk gave a hoarse groan of pleasure as all ten inches of is thick, hard 
meat were encompassed by he tight wet slickness of er girlish snatch. He 
rocked from side to side. churning his heavy member in her violated vagina, 
and then began to pump with savage, hard thrusts. 

His big dick skewered her repeatedly, making her squirming body jerk 
forward. At the same time, Hawk rammed forward with his black ass, shoving 
his hefty Negroid phallus down her throat again and again. 

You could tell she was in intense pain, that she was no longer thinking 
rationally that she was riding on a sea of wild, delirious sensation. Turk 
pounded into her pussy fast and hard, grunting like a bull. 

I felt sick with horror, but also, a twinge of desire flushed through me as 
I stared at those two big male brutes and their massive masculine equipment. 

I heard a sound on the other side of me and turned to see Blade Rochester, 
leering down at me. He was naked, and his cock thrust up in front of him, 
larger, thicker, longer than the pricks on the other soldiers. And his hot 
gray eyes were blazing with savage, sadistic lust ... 

"Now, you fuckin' little cunt, you gonna learn who's boss around here," 
Sergeant Rochestor snarled. 

He knelt down beside me, panting with lust, a savage grin twisting his 
crudely handsome features. He reached out, clamping his strong, sweaty hands 
around the jutting globes of my translucent white breasts. 

He grunted as he squeezed them, kneading the pliant flesh between his 
fingers, rubbing them together, scraping his thumbs across the nipples. In 
spite of myself, I felt little flames of pleasure tickle through my 
throbbing nipples, darting down to my loins. 

Blade snapped his forefingers and thumbs around my erect, eraser-like 
nipples, pinching hard, rolling the rivets of flesh between his cuticles. He 
growled and pinched harder, applying steady pressure, his ice gray eyes 
burning into me, watching the expressions on my face. 

I felt his nails bite into the tender fingers of flesh, and as he pinched 
down hard, tearing and twisting at the tender nubbins, white hot pain seared 
through my breasts. 

I gave a muffled cry, writhing and struggling feebly, trying to get away 
from him. But I was trussed up and rendered totally helpless. 

"Yeah, hot baby! Hurts, don't it? Feel that pain, bitch! Feel my masculine 
power!" he hissed close to my face. "You beautiful bitch! I'm gonna make you 
squirm!" 

He released my throbbing nipples, running his hands down my slender sides to 
my thighs. He cupped his fingers around my hot, 'V shaped snatch and 
squeezed it brutally, shoving three thick fingers up into my tight wet twat. 
I gurgled in mingled pain and pleasure, my violet eyes bulging, my face 
changing color several times. 

"Oh, yeah, French cunt, that's a hot little wet pussy you got!" he whispered 
hoarsely. He bent down, mouthing one of my breasts. drooling on it. He 
growled as he sucked his strong lips around my right tit, taking as much of 
it into his mouth as he possibly could, his cheeks hollowing as he milked 
it. 

Then, he chomped down on it, hard. His strong teeth bit into the tender 
flesh, and he worried at it furiously like a dog at a bone. Needles of pain 
stung through my breast. Tears sparkled in my eyes. I was making horrible 
screaming sounds through the gritty gag, desperately struggling. His hot, 
thick, calloused fingers were jerking in and out of my tender, sticky 
vaginal tunnel, scraping at the velvety walls cruelly. He was biting on my 
breast, leaving angry red tooth marks. He panted and moved on over to the 
other knocker, chomping down on it hard. My back arched and I again 
struggled and squawked in agony. 

Meanwhile, the poor little Vietnamese girl was being worked over savagely by 
the other two soldiers. She was lying on her side now. Hawk's huge, thick 
black cock was punching in and out of her pussy fast and hard. Turk 
Cuccarelli was on the other side of her, and he had just shoved his big 
thick Italian pecker up her tight tender ass-hole. 

The two thick G.I. cocks were spearing vigorously in and out of the slender 
Vietnamese girl's orifices at the same time, sandwiching her tied up, 
squirming little body between their muscular, hairy physiques. The lurid 
sound of hot, sweaty flesh smacking together was punctuated by guttural 
grunts and groans as the bestial studs mated savagely with their 
pain-stricken captive. 

Turk had stuffed his sweaty jock strap into the girl's mouth, and had used 
Hawk's jock to tie it in place. Her pretty face was grimacing, her dark, 
tear-streaked eyes rolling back in her head as she shuddered and sobbed as 
she got fucked up the pussy and ass at the same time. 

Blade stopped chewing on my breasts. He was panting with sadistic passion. 
He stood up abruptly. He grabbed me my the hair and dragged me bodily across 
the floor of the cave to a spot where a line of rotting orange crates formed 
a makeshift bench. 

He pushed me down across the crates, so that my breasts were pressed down 
against the rough wood, my shapely tush jutting up in the air. He stood 
there for a few minutes, his fingers still tangled in my platinum blonde 
tresses, his other hand slowly stroking up and down the length of his 
enormous eleven inch penis. His burning gray eyes drank in the sight of the 
double rape going on not three yards away. 

"Oh YEAH!! Tight fuckin' pussy, man! Tight fuckin' PUSSY!" Hawk was panting 
hoarsely, his crude Negroid lips grimacing in bestial excitement. 

His hulking, muscle-bound black body jerked back and forth furiously as he 
fucked brutally in and out of the Oriental damsel's bloated, "O" shaped 
twat, his heavy brown testicles swinging up between her legs and smacking 
against Turk Cuccarelli's. 

"Oh MAN! I'm gonna shoot it, man! I'm gonna fuckin' shoot it up this wet 
gook pussy!" Hawk muttered hoarsely. 

His strong hands crushed around the swollen mounds of the girl's budding 
breasts. His back arched. He humped forward hard, stroking his stiff black 
manhood up to the balls deep inside of her, holding it there, his body tense 
and quivering. 

He gave a strangled groan as he began to come, his thick black dick pulsing 
and squirting deep inside of her violated womb. Turk Cuccarelli was 
sodomizing her fast and hard, licking at her ear, gripping her hips as he 
brutally pounded his pecker in and out of his barbarically stretched 
bunghole. 

When Hawk pulled his big, dripping black dick out of the girl's aching, 
oozing cunt with a moist popping sound, Blade Rochestor said hoarsely, "Get 
on over here, Hawk, and hold this French wench down while I flay her 
derriere!" 

The brawny Negro grinned wolfishly, displaying big rows of even white teeth. 
His dark eyes looked like hot marbles. He strode forward, his massive, 
muscled physique gleaming with sweat like polished mahogany. He knelt down 
next to me, putting a long arm over my back, gripping me firmly about the 
shoulders, pinning me down on the rough wooden crates. 

I was desperately trying to talk through the gag, looking up pleadingly into 
Hawk's eyes, tears streaking my flushed cheeks. But the thick gag completely 
filled my mouth and I could only make hoarse gurgling noises like a dying 
beast. 

Blade Rochester got up, his hefty fuck pole sticking up in the air at a 
forty-five degree angle. He strode over to where his clothes had been 
discarded and drew his thick leather belt through its loops, winding it once 
around his big, ham-like hand, clenching hold of the buckle. His gray eyes 
were burning diabolically as they seared into the high, dimpled cheeks of my 
unblemished, lily white ass. 

He chuckled savagely, flexing his big, sweaty muscles. He drew back his arm, 
bracing himself, and brought the belt down. It whistled through he air in a 
lethal arc, snaking smartly across my upturned, dissected buttocks, biting 
savagely into the tender flesh with a loud report. My body jerked forward, 
an instant red welt erupting on my skin. Red hot pain seared through my 
buns. Spots flashed before my eyes. I gave a strangled gasp of shock, my 
senses reeling. 

He shuddered, feeling the blow resonate along his brawny forearm. He drew 
back the belt again and grunted as he brought it down, crisscrossing the 
first mark with a second. This time, the white hot agony which seared 
through me made me scream hoarsely and start to struggle. But it was in 
vain. Hawk's strong black arm pinned me down. The hemp ropes were digging 
cruelly into my flesh, binding my wrists and ankles together. There was 
absolutely nothing I could do. 

He turned into something of a madman, snorting and grunting as he savagely 
lashed my fiery ass cheeks again and again. The hot leather belt lashed and 
licked around my aching white flesh, snaking up between my legs and cruelly 
ripping at the tender folds of my pussy. 

My buns were turned into a scalding mass of angry red welts as he flayed my 
naked ass savagely till his arm grew tired. My face was contorted in agony. 
My mind was dimming. Everything seemed to reel and converge behind my 
tear-dazzled eyes. The pain was like a living thing inside of me, scorching 
throughout my nerve endings, accelerating the flow of my adrenalin. 

Somehow, it mingled and merged with a bizarre, dark flush of passion. My hot 
pussy was grinding painfully against the wooden side of the orange crate. It 
was twitching, dripping. Heat flushed through my loins each time the leather 
belt bit deeply into my ass. My cunt spasmed, love juice flowing copiously 
from my womb. I was sinking into a near-hallucinatory state of hysterical 
sensation. I was no longer thinking rationally. I was flowing and churning 
in a whirlpool of raging intense sensation. 

Abruptly, the blows stopped. Blade stood there, panting hoarsely, his big 
body dripping with sweat. He let the belt drop from his hand. It coiled on 
the floor like a hot dead snake. His rock-hard pecker jerked and twitched in 
the air, oozing a glistening droplet of pre-come. 

Turk Cuccarelli had pulled his big prick out of the Vietnamese girl's 
ass-hole. He flipped her over on her back, pushing her legs forward till her 
knees almost touched her breasts, heaving his big, hairy body on top of her. 

He began to savagely pump his big twitching man-meat in and out of her 
gaping, oozing pussy. It squelched rapidly in and out of the oozing opening 
like a well-greased piston. Her tortured young body jerked forward beneath 
his savage thrusts. I could hear the lewd slapping of his low-hanging, 
sweaty balls as they whipped up and collided with her tush cheeks. 

"Turn her over, man," Blade Rochestor croaked hoarsely. 

Hawk grunted and complied, flipping me over on my back on the crates. I was 
shuddering and twitching. My ass felt as though it were on fire. I was weak 
and dizzy. My hot wet pussy was spasming with unwitting desire. 

Blade came over and crouched down beside the crates, grasping me by the 
waist, tugging me into a sitting position. He was grinning savagely. He held 
something silver in his sweaty right hand. 

It was a lighter. His gray eyes were burning with maniacal, sadistic 
passion. Hawk moved around behind me, his hands going around me, squeezing 
and lifting my tits as he licked and sucked on my ear, whispering hoarse, 
crude things to me. 

Blade lifted the lighter, waving it slowly back and forth before my startled 
violet eyes. He flicked it open and the bright yellow flame burst up into 
the air. I felt its heat on my cheek. 

Slowly, he brought it down till it was parallel with my throbbing, 
rope-tortured breasts. I gave a choked sob of horror when I realized what it 
was he was planning to do. 

"All right, you little French bitch! You ain't gonna act so high and mighty 
now! That's for fuckin' sure!" Sergeant Rochestor snarled thickly. 

I was making hoarse moaning sounds through the gag which filled my mouth. My 
violet eyes were wide with shock. The ropes which twined so tightly around 
my body and wrists and ankles were biting cruelly into my flesh. 

My big, thrusting breasts were strangled by the hemp ropes, bloating forward 
like over-filled water balloons. The strawberry red, silver dollar sized 
nipples were swollen and erect. 

I watched in terror as the ruthless, crazed G.I. brought the lighter closer 
and closer to my throbbing right nipple. The tear of flame flickered in 
front of my nubbin and I could already feel the heat. 

I was tossing my long platinum tresses side to side, trying to scream, to 
beg, to plead with him not to do this awful thing to me. But it was all in 
vain. 

My puckered nipple was erect and tingling, like a rivet of rubbery flesh, a 
deep rosy hue, still smarting from the manhandling he'd administered to it 
earlier. I felt the heat of the flame as it flickered half in inch in front 
of my nipple. 

"Yeah, bitch! I'm gonna make you squirm! I'm gonna burn your hot bitch 
nipples!" he muttered hoarsely. 

He pushed the lighter forward and my rosy nubbin was surrounded suddenly by 
the bluish center of the flame. White hot pain ripped through my breast as 
my nipple was scorched. I screamed, nearly choking on my gag, whipping my 
blonde tresses side to side in a delirious frenzy of agony. The scent of 
scorched flesh filled my flaring nostrils. 

Just when the pain bordered on being totally unbearable, he pulled the 
lighter away from my nipple. It was bloated and red and ached as though 
still on fire. Chuckling hoarsely, his hairy chest heaving with sadistic 
excitement, he brought the lighter close to my other nipple, weaving it back 
and forth in front of it a couple of times before thrusting it forward and 
scorching the tender nipple. 

Again, pain knifed through my upper body and I struggled and screamed. 
Hawk's sweaty black hands were clenching my big, bobbing boobs, lifting them 
up for his sergeant to burn. The muscular black guy was sucking and licking 
at my neck, whispering hoarse, incoherent things in my ear as I writhed in 
agony. 

Blade tossed the lighter aside abruptly, rising to his feet in front of the 
bench. He reached down, chucking me beneath the chin, tilting my face 
upward, his dirty fingers cupping my lower face. 

"Now, are you gonna do what I say, French bitch? You gonna be a woman for 
me?" he demanded hoarsely. 

What could I do? I nodded furiously. I was willing to do-anything. I was 
terrified, nearly crazed from the torture to which I had been subjected. And 
a strange, primeval flame of passive excitement was igniting deep within me. 
This big brute's power seemed to overwhelm me. I felt weak and helpless at 
the feet of a titanic, barbaric creature who was dominating me, totally. I 
was no longer an individual human being. I was a vassal, a slave, a sex 
object. I was an adjunct of Blade Rochestor's brute, masculine passion. 

His rock-hard penis was throbbing up in front of my face, bloated with lust, 
twitching furiously. His big, meaty balls swung down half-way to his knees, 
the size of croquet balls, bristling with wiry reddish brown hairs. 

He reached down, jerking the gag out of my mouth. I made hoarse gasps and 
coughing sounds, tears streaking my cheeks. He stroked his thumb across my 
lower lip. Then, he grabbed up his big, sweaty balls and pushed them 
forward, rubbing them all over my face. 

The pungent scent of hot, unwashed masculinity flooded my nostrils. I 
whimpered and groaned, feeling desire flood through me 

"Lick my balls, baby!" he ordered hoarsely. "Lick ole Blade Rochestor's big, 
dirty balls!" 

I complied with alacrity. My full red lips puckered and kissed the wrinkly 
scumbag. My coral pink tongue lashed out and slavishly attended to the 
scum-bloated nuts. I laved at the heavy-hanging testicles, painting them 
with warm saliva. My tongue swarmed all over them. He growled in pleasure, 
twisting fingers in my blonde locks, rubbing his balls against my hot, 
sucking mouth. 

I nuzzled my face up beneath the heavy nuts and they sagged down over my 
nose and lips and mouth as I sucked and licked and kissed the underside of 
his scrotal sac. 

"Yeah, baby, get into that hot masculine ball sac! ' the sergeant rasped 
hoarsely. "That's good! Now, you're gonna suck this cock! You're gonna suck 
it good!" 

He jerked my head back roughly by the hair, pushing his heavy, sweaty length 
of cock meat down. He gripped it in his fist, roughly slapping it back and 
forth across my face, making my cheeks sting. He rubbed the puckered, rosy, 
mushroom-shaped knob all over my face, smearing it with pre-come. 

He poked his fat meat between my moaning red lips and ordered gruffly, "Suck 
it, cunt! Suck it good!" 

I whimpered, but yawned my jaws wide apart, gagging as his heavy horse-cock 
rammed forward, sliding over the wriggling, satiny trough of my tongue, 
stuffing my mouth chockfull, battering back against my tonsils. 

Tears sprang to my eyes. I made a gurgling sound of protest when his 
dick-head suddenly clogged the entryway to my throat. My eyes bugged. My 
senses reeled. His strong hands clamped around the back of my head and he 
grunted as he shoved me down on his meat, bucking upward with his hips. 

"Swallow it, bitch! Swallow that meat, or choke on it!" he snarled. 

I shuddered, forcing my gullet to relax. A dark flash of passion tore 
through me as the gigantic phallus forced its way deeply into my throat, 
stretching my gullet farther than it had ever been stretched before. My jaws 
felt as though they were on the verge of snapping. My circled, bloated red 
lips were suckling at the wrist-thick base of is big, meaty boner. His 
wrinkly pubic thatch was tickling my nose and chin. His heavy balls were 
nudging up against my chin. 

I could feel his eleven inch pecker twitch and throb heavily deep in my 
throat. I was dizzy from lack of oxygen. But a primordial wanton pleasure 
was taking control of me. I was beginning to enjoy the savage subjugation to 
which I was being exposed. 

"Hell, this bitch's got a nice tight hot throat, man!" Blade muttered 
thickly. 

He held my head tightly in both hands and began to heave and buck with his 
hips. His hairy ass jerked back and forth. His big prick sawed furiously 
back and forth between my sucking, saliva-frothed lips. My wet pink tongue 
slithered back and forth all over the underside of his thick, twitching 
meat. I loved the way his heavy dick pumped in and out of my gaping gullet. 
I hollowed my cheeks, suckling it furiously, whipping at it with my tongue. 

"Yeah!! Oh, yeah that's fuckin' GOOD!" he panted hoarsely, grinning with 
wolfish excitement, his big muscles rippling. 

He glanced over to where Turk Cuccarelli was taking his time fucking the 
trussed up Vietnamese slut, slowly, brutally pumping his ten inch meal up to 
the balls in her pussy while he snarled and twisted and pinched at her 
aching girlish breasts. 

"Hey, Cuccarelli, bring that bitch over here and make her lick my balls and 
ass while this French slut sucks me off!" Rochestor barked hoarsely. 

Turk growled reluctantly, pulling out of the 

Vietnamese girl, his hefty prick popping out of her juicy twat and smacking 
up against his hairy belly with a loud slapping sound. 

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to where the sergeant was 
standing in front of me, pumping his prick savagely down my gagging throat. 
Spit was trickling down my cheeks as I wantonly sucked that big, pungent 
meat. 

Turk tore the soiled jocks out of the moaning Vietnamese girl's mouth and 
grabbed her by the hair, shoving her face up between Blade's hairy ass 
cheeks. I guess the girl figured out pretty quickly what was expected of 
her, because the sergeant grunted and shuddered in pleasure as he felt her 
wet pink tongue slide up and down his sweaty ass crack, whipping down and 
flicking at his heavy-hanging balls. 

"Awww yeah!! Suck cock, bitch! SUCK!! " Rochestor roared. 

He was slamming it down my throat fast and hard now. I felt his huge cock 
swelling, thickening, twitching in my throat. His fingers tightened around 
the back of my my head. 

"Take it, slut! Take my hot man spunk! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! AAAARRGGGH!" he 
rasped hoarsely. 

His head snapped back. He gave a guttural roar of bestial passion. My eyes 
rounded as I felt his huge phallus explode deep in my throat, pumping thick 
hot gobs of semen right into my belly. 

He jerked back till his spitting penis was lying on my swarming pink tongue, 
and my cheeks filled out as his sticky, pungent semen fountained into my 
mouth. The smoky flavor made me shudder with wanton passion and I gulped it 
down, whimpering like the whore I had become 

Blade staggered back, his huge, dripping prick squelching out Of my mouth 
and slapping up against his stomach. I coughed and gasped for breath, sperm 
and spit drooling out of the corners of my mouth. 

Blade rasped hoarsely, "All right, Turk! Fuck the French bitch! Show her 
what it feels like to have a thick American G.I. prick rammed up her tight 
slut pussy!!" 


PART FOUR 

Turk gave a masculine grunt of bestial satisfaction, striding up in front of 
me, his hulking, muscle-bound body agleam with perspiration, his dark brown 
eyes burning like coals. 

His gigantic, spit and cunt juice wetted dick pole flailed up in down in the 
air in front of him magnificently. In spite of myself, I felt a receptive 
flutter of desire in the pit of my stomach. I whimpered, feeling dizzy and 
aching all over. 

My nipples throbbed, looking like swollen red water balloons after the 
scorching to which they'd been subjected. 

The massive G.I. gorilla grabbed me by the shoulders, pushing me down so 
that I was lying flat on my back on the orange crates. He grinned down at me 
lasciviously as he ran a calloused hand from my big, jiggling boobs down to 
the moist, blonde-fringed 'V of my crotch. 

I moaned, arching my back and wincing as he roughly pushed three thick 
fingers up to the second knuckle inside of my hot wet cunt. 

"Yeah, French bitch, that's a hot little pussy you got!" Turk muttered 
thickly as he pumped his digits in and out of my lewdly. 

I whimpered as he heaved his big, sweaty body on top of mine, lying on top 
of me, his big physique nearly crushing the breath out of me. I could feel 
the throbbing length of his mammoth hard-on pulsating against my stomach. I 
moaned as he began to dry-hump me lewdly, growling obscene things into my 
ear. 

Hawk, the big black G.I., had moved up alongside of my head and was staring 
down at us with blazing eyes. His huge, purplish, sticky eleven inch 
horse-meat was thrusting up in front of him like a telephone pole, twitching 
with excitement. 

Blade Rochester grabbed the Vietnamese girl by the hair and dragged her over 
to where 

Hawk was standing. He pushed her forward, growling hoarsely, "Suck his black 
balls, Chink slut! Do it!" 

The whimpering girl swiftly complied. Her rosy, puckered lips were mashed 
between Hawk's tree trunk like legs against the heavy-hanging sac of his 
over-sized testicles. She kissed the sweaty scumbag, her coral pink tongue 
darting out and stroking and sliding back and forth all over the slimy 
scumbag. 

Hawk gave a low moan of pleasure as he felt her warm Vietnamese lips and 
tongue titillate and explore his lust-bloated balls. He fisted his hefty 
eleven inch fuck shaft and stroked on it while he watched his hairy Italian 
buddy roll around on top of me. 

Turk heaved his lower body up, reaching down and grabbing hold of his big 
meaty sausage, guiding it down to the buttery lips of my pussy. 

I moaned as I felt the rubbery knob press against the tender folds of my 
twat. Darts of nervous excitement were shooting through me I was whimpering, 
tears swimming through my eyes. I was scared, but a dark, wanton warmth had 
taken control of my senses. I wanted his huge, manly pecker rammed all the 
way up my sluttish cunt. I wanted him to fuck me hard, fast, long. 

He gripped hold of the crate on either side of my waist, gritting his teeth 
and growling as he stared down at me. He tensed his hairy ass cheeks and 
pumped forward with savage force. 

I arched my back and uttered a strangled scream as his whanger rammed 
forward, stretching the tender silken walls of my vagina wide apart, 
spearing up deeply inside of me, slamming back against my cervix. 

Waves of mingled pain and pleasure swamped through my lowe; body as he 
pounded his ten inch dick up to the balls inside of my hot cunt. I sobbed, 
jerking my blonde head from side to side, grimacing in agony and ecstasy. 

He bent down and savagely crushed his mouth to mine, sucking and kissing at 
my lips, his hot, velvety tongue swarming around in my mouth, trading spit. 
His big muscled body started to ripple and gyrate. 

He backed up, his dick squelching out of my fuck opening, and then, he drove 
forward again, sliding it up to the hilt inside of me once more. As he 
pumped into me with a grunt, my trussed up, zoftig body jerked forward, my 
big, rope-strangled breasts bouncing like bowls of jello, and I gave a 
little, breathless squeal of pleasure. 

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, bitch?" Turk panted hoarsely, rocking from 
side to side, swirling his heavy manhood deep in my clinging vaginal sheath. 

His hot breath was on the side of my neck. The gloomy interior of the cavern 
seemed to swirl and sway around me. Heat burned through my hot, sticky 
loins, sending electric fingers of sensation all through my nerve endings. 

The sharp splinters of the rough orange crates were scraping painfully into 
my back and buttocks, but ! no longer cared. I was hyper-sensitized. I felt 
his brawny, hairy chest flattening my throbbing breasts. I felt his flat, 
furry stomach mashing against my tummy. I felt his sweaty, pumping thighs 
slapping between my legs. And, more than anything else, I felt that hefty 
schlong pumping piston-like in and out of my gaping, "O" shaped pussy. 

As it pounded against the stretched sticky pinkness of my vaginal walls, 
white hot explosions of ecstasy ricocheted all through me. I arched my back 
and moaned and sobbed in delight. 

I longed to throw my arms around his broad, sweaty back, but my hands were 
tied and were crushed painfully against the small of my back and the wooden 
crate. Somehow, this feeling of helplessness, of being totally in this big, 
lusty stud's power, filled me with a strange sense of euphoria. 

I was floating on a cloud of almost excruciating sensation. I was hunching 
frantically upward with my hips, impaling myself again and again on his 
pounding pecker. 

"Yeah, bitch, feel this huge stud American cock rammin' your French pussy!" 
Turk hissed in my ear. "Take it, cunt! Take this huge prick deep inside of 
you! UNGH! UNGH!! UNGGGGLI:! ! " 

Hawk was standing really close to my head, masturbating his big black meat. 
The Vietnamese girl was on her knees between his legs, sucking and laving at 
his musky balls. 

Hawk reached down, tangling his strong fingers in my tousled platinum 
tresses, and roughly jerked my head to one side. He pushed his eleven inch 
whanger down, slapping it lustily against my flushed cheeks, rubbing the 
sticky glans all over my grimacing face. 

The pungent, almost over-powering aroma of musky Negroid masculinity flooded 
my flaring nostrils, making my mouth water with bitch desire. 

"Suck it, cunt!" Hawk growled hoarsely. "Suck this nigger dick!" 

I whimpered, but complied. I encircled the sticky, fist-sized knob of his 
huge boner with my full, ruby-stained lips. My jaws ached from being 
stretched so far apart. 

I hummed in satisfaction as the throbbing, vein-corrugated length of his 
mighty member stroked over my tongue, scraping against the roof of my mouth. 
I hollowed my cheeks, milking at his dick furiously. My hot silken tongue 
curled around the underside of that heavy length of flesh and gristle, 
whipping frothily from side to side. 

I could feel his musky dick jerk and spasm in approval as I sucked on it. 
His fingers tightened in my hair, and he made hoarse little grunts of 
pleasure. He began hunching back and forth with his hips, feeding me his 
horse-dick. 

I gagged, my eyes bulging as I felt his huge cock force its way into the 
narrow, aching chasm of my gullet. It was barbarically stretched as inch 
after inch of Negroid manhood rammed down into my tight throat. 

Tears streaked my cheeks. Spots danced before my eyes. Heat burned in my 
aching, cock-stuffed throat as I was forced to swallow eleven inches of 
mighty Negroid manhood. My circled, red lips were plunged into the thick, 
sweaty thatch of kinky pubes at the base of his boner. I made hoarse gagging 
sounds. I thought I was going to choke on his meat. 

But I loved it. I felt Turk's huge pecker plunging vigorously in and out of 
my aching, gaping cunt lips, pumping savagely in and out of my fuck hole. I 
was heaving spasmodically with my hips, gladly impaling myself on ten inches 
of stiff Italian meat. 

At the same time, I was sucking on eleven inches of hard Negro dick, and 
loving it. Hawk growled, jerking my head back, pulling enough of his pecker 
out of my mouth to allow me to breath through my nostrils. 

Then, he heaved forward again, slamming my head forward on his dick, and 
fucked deep into my throat. He moaned in pleasure, twitching his stiff dick 
deep in my gullet, rocking from side to side. 

Then, he started to pump with his hips, hard and fast, slamming his dick 
back and forth between my gaping, slurping lips, fucking my throat with 
brute force. 

The Vietnamese girl was slobbering and slurping on his dangling, swinging 
testicles while he fucked mace. Turk was heaving and slamming his dick in 
and out of my pussy faster now. The friction was turning my pussy into a 
veritable cauldron of seething sensation. 

I was moaning and wriggling like a trapped eel. My hot, buttery twat was 
frantically milking around his pounding pecker. I felt the telltale tremors 
of an impending climax deep within me. I gurgled and sucked furiously on 
Hawk's horse-dick, arching my back, taking the hard thrusts of Turk's heavy 
dick, loving them. 

"Yeah, bitch! Suck that black dick while 

I'm pluggin' your hot French twat!" Turk panted hoarsely in my ear. "Oh, 
baby, that hot tight cunt's gonna milk the jism right outta my balls! I'm 
gonna spurt my seed into your tight cunt, slut! YEAAAH!" 

Blade Rochester got down on his knees behind the kneeling Vietnamese girl. 
He gripped hold of her small, firm ass cheeks, digging his thumbs into the 
crack, peeling the lobes apart. 

He hunched forward with his hips, growling in satisfaction as he sandwiched 
his fat thick dick-pole between the cheeks of her ass. She whimpered as she 
felt the bulbous knob of his dick push against the tender, puckered circle 
of her anus. 

It still ached from the hard act of sodomy to which she had been subjected 
shortly before. Blade growled with animalistic passion, clamping his big 
beefy hands around her waist, tensing his ass cheeks and ramming forward 
like a bull. 

The girl's head snapped back from Hawk's balls, grimacing with pain, a 
little bird-like cry sputtering from between her lips. 

The brutal sergeant's ten inch donkey dick speared up to the balls deep 
inside of her furnace-hot, clenching rectum. He roared in satisfaction, 
rocking side to side, twitching his manhood deep within her. 

Then, he began to pound in and out of her guts with savage, grunting 
thrusts. His big, sweaty balls swung up and smacked against her tush cheeks 
as he rammed into the lithe girlish slut's butt hole. 

But I was only dimly aware of this. My body was turning into a cyclone of 
mounting passion. I was gurgling and slurping at Hawk's pumping pecker. My 
back arched as I shuddered and accepted Turk's over-sized dick deep within 
me. 

The Italian stud was grunting and moaning as he brutally pumped his ten inch 
dick in and out of me. His lusty head snapped back. He uttered a resonant, 
bestial roar, saliva flecking the corners of his mouth. 

The tendons on his neck contracted. He buried his boner to the balls deep in 
my cunt and shuddered as he started to shoot. I gave a choked sob of 
ecstasy. I felt his dick spitting inside of me like a machinegun shooting 
liquid bullets. 

My womb was pumped full of his heavy jism. And the force of his orgasm 
triggered a climax of my own. My body was torn with blazing quivers and 
darts of sheer ecstasy. Rockets and flares went off behind my tear dazzled 
eyes. I sucked furiously on Hawk's black dick as my pussy oozed and sucked 
around Turk Cuccarelli's giant phallus. 

He roared and shuddered as he shot his load, bending down and 
suddenly-damping his strong teeth around one of my aching breasts, chomping 
on it savagely, leaving deep red tooth marks. 

Pain and pleasure entwined in my squirming womanly body. I was nearly on the 
verge of passing out. Hawk gave a thick roar of passion, his fingers 
tightening around the back of my head. 

"Oh YEAAAH! TAKE IT, SLUT!! TAKE MY HOT NIGGER LOAD!" he bellowed hoarsely. 

He hunched back, his sticky black dick lying on my wet, squirming tongue. 

I gagged as a huge hot gob of sperm blasted into the back of my mouth and 
rolled down my gullet like an oyster. Spurt after spurt of his semen pumped 
from his glans, filling up my mouth, the smoky flavor driving me wild with 
desire. I milked on his dick with my warm, velvety lips, sucking him dry, 
draining his overflowing balls of every last drop of his pungent nigger 
juice. 

When Hawk staggered back, his dick popping out of my mouth, I reclined on 
the orange crates, more dead than alive, it seemed. I was so weak and dazed 
and exhausted, I might have been dreaming or hallucinating. My body felt as 
though it had just gone through a cement mixer. 

I felt Turk heave back, his big ten inch dick popping out of my cunt like a 
giant cork from a bottle. Sperm and love lotion trickled down the insides of 
my thighs. 

"Haw, haw, haw!" Turk guffawed crudely as he stared down at me, flexing his 
big muscles narcissistically, his huge sticky cock only slightly diminished 
in size. "I knew this French cunt would get into some hard hot action! These 
icy broads like the rough stuff!" 

The Vietnamese girl was making little sobs and yips as Sergeant Rochester 
snarled and humped her from behind, slamming his gargantuan fuck pole up to 
the gonads deep inside of her guts. 

"This gook cunt's got a nice tight ass!" Blade panted hoarsely. "Hawk! Why 
don't you stick your big black fist up her pussy while I'm pluggin' the 
slut's ass?" 

Hawk grinned toothily, his dark, sweaty features twisted in eager sadistic 
interest. He lumbered over in front of the trussed up Vietnamese girl who 
was being butt-fucked by the sergeant. 

Rochester's big, beefy hands were clenched around the girl's small, 
apple-sized breasts and he was kneading and tearing at them savagely, his 
forefingers and thumbs pinching cruelly into the strawberry colored nipples. 

Hawk sank down on his knees in front of the girl. He cupped his big, sweaty 
hand between her legs, scraping his thumb over the sticky opening to her 
cunny. Then, he pushed his forefinger up inside of her, pumping it in and 
out. 

He worked a second finger inside, and then a third. The girl was wincing and 
moaning feebly now, tossing her straw-like black hair from side to side. 

She gave a high-pitched shriek when he pushed a fourth finger inside of her 
aching, gaping pussy and began to savagely punch back and forth with his 
wrist, twisting the digits around inside of her, stretching her cunt 
unbelievably. 

"Oh YEAH!! " Blade muttered hoarsely, continuing to sodomize her ass-hole. 
"This slut's butt-hole milks my meat real good when you do that, man! Punch 
that big black fist up her pussy! Work the cunt over real good!" 

Hawk grinned diabolically. He pinched his fingers together tightly, folding 
his thumb against the palm of his hand. Slowly, he worked his wrist forward. 
The girl's small, pink gash gaped and stretched slowly around his hand. 

Her face contorted in an expression of agony and disbelief. Her eyes rolled 
back into her head. She was making hoarse, animalistic sounds deep in her 
throat. Saliva frothed the corners of her mouth. Her nubile young body was 
jerking and convulsing uncontrollably, as though she were having a seizure. 

With a moist squelching sound, the black G.l.'s hand popped inside of her 
hot, clenching pussy. Her barbarically stretched pussy lips were sucking 
around his thick wrist. 

"Oh, yeah!" Hawk whispered hoarsely. He curled his fingers inside of her, 
balling them into a fist. 

Then, he flexed the big muscles in his arm, and began to punch it back and 
forth, savagely. The girl screamed. It was a horrible, piercing scream. She 
was writhing like a wild thing, but there was nothing she could do. 

The Negro fist-fucked her savagely, pumping his forearm back and forth, till 
her throbbing, oozing pussy lips squelched half-way along his forearm. 

Blade Rochester tore and twisted savagely at her throbbing red nipples, his 
teeth clenched his hairy ass battering furiously back and forth. Hot sucking 
sounds emanated from the juncture where her pink, wrinkled bunghole tugged 
and sucked around his over-sized truncheon. 

"Yeah, baby!" Blade snarled hoarsely. "You gonna make this G.I. shoot! Oh, 
YEAH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! ! ,HERE IT FUCKIN' COMES!! ! AAAAAWWWWWWW!" 

He roared in animalistic culmination, heaving his stiff ten inch whanger up 
to the balls deep inside of her. He could feel the punching fist and forearm 
of his buddy slamming back and forth in the girl's brutalized cunt, 
separated from her cuntal sheath by a thin membrane of silken flesh. 

His huge cock exploded like a Roman candle in her guts, hot pungent spurts 
of man juice blasting up into the convulsing Vietnamese girl's innards again 
and again. She seemed to sink into a stupor, her head sagging back, her 
mouth open, her lithe, tawny body going slack suddenly. 

Blade and Hawk drew back, their cock and fist squelching out of her ravaged 
orifices, and she crumpled in a heap on the floor. 

That was just the beginning of three days of horror and torture for the girl 
and me. I was forced to service all three men whenever and however they 
wanted. Whenever one of them had to piss, I was made to drink his urine. I 
had to give them total body baths with my tongue whenever they felt dirty. 

And I was subjected to excruciatingly painful torture, particularly to my 
breasts and derriere. But I came to crave this abuse. I degenerated to an 
almost animal state of subservience. 

On the third day, a squad of American soldiers discovered us. The girl and I 
were freed, and our captors were immediately arrested. They were later 
court-martialed and severely censured for their behavior, though all three 
pleaded psychiatric problems and stress as the cause of the aberrant 
behavior. 

I have yet been unable to shake the horrors of that time. Virtually every 
night, I have nightmares about it, vividly reliving the torture and agony 
and ecstasy, the sense of being in a primitive state of subservience and 
hypersensitivity. 

And, my sex life now is dominated, unwittingly, by fantasies of abuse. I 
have found myself gravitating towards men who are big and bestial and 
brutal. I have allowed myself to be abused by these men in ways I would 
never have dreamed of before that terrible time in Vietnam. 

Will I ever be able to shake the trauma of that torturous time? Time alone 
will tell ... 

* * * 

I thought I was getting over the trauma of Vietnam when last week, something 
disturbing and exciting occurred, reminding me of my obsessive/compulsive 
behavior. 

My dear friend, Marie du Font Aubeaugare, the well-known portrait painter, 
who has a salon in Allee de Longchamps, across from the Hotel Recamier, 
annually has a large costume party to which she invites a wide assortment of 
friends and acquaintances from all walks of life. 

I made the acquaintance of Mme Aubeaugare at nursing school, for she was a 
philanthropic woman who took great interest in the careers of women in 
medicine and had donated substantial amounts of money to the nurses' academy 
in Paris. She had been told that I was the most promising nursing student 
and hoped to go to Vietnam, passing up a more financially rewarding 
situation at a chic cancer clinic outside of Brussels. Impressed by my 
dedication, the dear woman had invited me out to dinner and we had struck up 
a friendship. 

She had helped me in trying to overcome the trauma of Vietnam as well, 
sending me to the very best psychiatrist in Paris, Dr. Frederic Rhosenstein, 
who had studied with Freud, and offering me the use of her country home 
outside of Marseilles whenever I liked. 

She helped me choose a costume for the party, and it was a most alluring 
one. I went as Madame Pompadour, with a high white wig bedecked with pink 
puffy feathers and strings of pearls. I wore a frilled lavender hoop skirt 
gathered about the middle with a deep blue satin sash. The dress had puffy 
sleeves drawn off the shoulders and a plunging cleavage. I also wore an eye 
mask made of crimson silk and outlined with paste diamonds. 

The party was a gay affair, with all manner of costumes and plentiful 
champagne, music and dancing. A splendid garden with a fountain and neatly 
attended to beds of flowers exists behind Mme Aubeaugare's apartment. It was 
late in the evening, and I was rather tipsy and warm, and I wandered out 
into the garden for some fresh air. It was a lovely night. A gibbous moon 
shone above the stately branches of the larches circling the garden. The 
water from the fountain splashed among the lily pads, a sleepy murmur. The 
music and laughter from the party seemed far away. 

I walked over to the fountain and sat on the edge, trailing my fingers 
reflectively in the water. I heard a sound behind me and turned my head. A 
hulking man was standing beside me. I felt my heart race. I had seen him 
earlier at the party, and then, we had exchanged peculiarly electric 
glances. 

He was costumed as a court executioner. A black mask covered his head, with 
slits cut for his eyes and mouth. He wore brown tights which adhered to his 
strong legs and bulging crotch. He was shirtless, and his chest was broad 
and hairy and very muscular. The rubber axe he had been carrying for effect 
was now not in evidence. 

But the bulge in the basket of his leotards was even more pronounced, and I 
could smell alcohol on his breath. I could see his eyes blazing through the 
slits in the mask; they were like chinks of candle illuminated jade. 

I felt my loins quiver, and I made a little moan as he stepped up close to 
me, reaching out, closing his strong hands around my breasts. He kneaded 
them through the silk dress, and I felt my nipples swell against his palms. 
His fingers slid between my flesh and the gown, gripping it hard. He gave a 
savage grunt, ripping down, tearing the front of my dress to the crotch. I 
gave a wanton little cry, but I did not struggle or protest. I leaned 
shivering against the base of the fountain. I felt droplets of water splash 
on the bare skin of my back. I felt the balmy night breeze sift through my 
hair. My breasts were naked, thrusting, creamy white, lifting and falling as 
I gasped. 

He stood up close to me, between my legs, our loins pushed together. I could 
feel the throbbing length of his cock through his tight leotards. The front 
of my costume had been torn asunder by his savage hands, and I was bare save 
for a pair of pink panties girding my loins. 

His brutal hands roved up and down my body. He clenched my breasts, gripping 
and squeezing them. He snapped his forefingers and thumbs around the 
puckered turrets of my nipples, squeezing hard. He pinched them, tugging 
them away from my breasts, savagely twisting them from side to side. His 
nails dug into the aching fingers of flesh. 

Pain knifed through my breasts. My fingers closed convulsively around the 
cool marble base of the fountain against which I leaned, and I arched my 
back and uttered little breathy whimpers and moans, tossing my head from 
side to side as he savagely tortured my breasts. I did not resist. I could 
not resist. Something impelled me to accept his brutal caresses. I was 
transformed into a helpless plaything again. There was no need to restrain 
me with ropes this time. 

He bent down, crushing his mouth against the side of my neck. I felt his hot 
sucking lips and strong sharp teeth through the slit in his mask. He sucked 
and licked at my pale naked flesh, leaving red marks and bruises on my neck 
and shoulders. 

He roughly lifted my breasts, sucking on them noisily. He growled and 
clamped his strong white teeth around my right breast. chewing on it 
savagely like a ravenous predator, leaving deep red tooth marks. I screamed, 
my lovely face grimacing, my body arching. But I did not struggle or try to 
push him away. 

My pussy was vibrating, oozing, trembling with blind passion. I sobbed in 
joy as he moved over to my other breast and savaged it with his teeth, 
practically biting through the aching nipple. 

His fingers clawed and tore at my panties, rending them to shreds. I felt 
his thick, calloused fingers push between my thighs, brutally pumping up 
between the sticky petals of my vagina. He rammed three fingers all the way 
up my cunt and began to pump them back and forth, twisting and spreading 
them inside of me. 

I sobbed and gurgled, wiggling my hips, darts of pain and pleasure blazing 
through my loins. The dark beauty of the garden seemed to spin and shudder 
before my sex-dazzled eyes as he chewed and bit at my breasts and 
masturbated my cunt with his savage fingers. 

He stood up suddenly. He hauled down his leotards. He was big, very big. I 
could see his huge cock gleaming like a club in the moonlight, throbbing 
upward in the air. 

He gripped my waist and moved forcefully between my wide-spread legs. He 
entered me suddenly, grunting as he thrust the entire length of his cock up 
my aching vagina. I shrieked in ecstasy, my hands twining around his bullish 
neck. He held me tightly by the middle, savagely pumping with his ass, 
fucking me with hard, brutal strokes. 

I came and came and came, gloriously. Time seemed to blur and grew obscure 
and dream-like. I felt him inside of me, moving, thrusting, ramming, for an 
age, it seemed. 

And then, I felt his huge cock pulsing, spurting, coming deep inside of me. 

The next thing I knew, I was alone, sprawled out on the grass among the 
remnants of my ripped and ruined costume, my naked body aching and bruised, 
my sensual appetite sated euphorically. 

That was when I knew that I was stained for life, that forever and ever I 
would crave and attract sadistic sexual behavior. And, suddenly, I didn't 
care. I accepted my fate ... 


THE END
