Hot Little Sis
by Robert Vickers


FOREWORD 

As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family 
structure weaker, we are seeing more and more of the phenomenon known as 
amorality. 

A good case in point is Charles Manson, a person who never learned about 
good and bad, a person who never placed any value on human life, simply 
doing whatever a momentary whim dictated. The pervasive corruption in high 
political office today offers another example. 

Jackie is a child of the present. Living the life of the existential 
hedonist, she refuses to worry about tomorrow and rarely thinks of the past. 
Her main concern is for today, and the pleasures it brings. For Jackie, sex 
is merely something to be enjoyed, carrying neither emotional ties nor moral 
overtones. 

And so she drifts from day to day, from lover to lover, keeping all her 
relationships on a physical plane, quickly forgetting those she has been 
intimate with, never crying over past experiences. 

HOT LITTLE SIS-the story of a young girl who embodies the life style of many 
in our society, a presentiment of what the future holds. Her story is one 
which holds a lesson for us all. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Hey, gang, it's Jackie!" cried Susan. "The party's just getting to the 
point where it's really swinging. You know what I mean?" 

The sixteen-year-old blonde hesitantly looked around the room. She wasn't 
sure she should stay or not. Almost all the people had paired off and were 
really getting it on hot and heavy. Some of them were very heavy, indeed. 
Jackie couldn't tell, but the moans she heard were probably coming from a 
brunette stretched out behind the couch-and it was pretty obvious what her 
boyfriend was doing. 

Jackie wasn't sure she should be at a party where there was such 
indiscriminate fucking. Everywhere she looked, the people were half naked 
and fondling each other. 

But this was Susan's party and Susan was her best friend. She couldn't 
disappoint her by turning around and leaving. Not right away. It just 
wouldn't be polite. And Jackie was always polite. Her parents had brought 
her up to be a good girl. They'd also taught her to avoid all this 
licentious, wanton sex. 

She was probably the only virgin in the room. 

"Go get a drink. And then I'll introduce you to, oooooh, Larry, you naughty 
boy!" Susan slapped the hand of her boyfriend as he reached down the 
neckline of her halter and grabbed one of her tits. From where she stood, 
Jackie could see that Susan wasn't wearing a bra. The way her nipples 
pressed against the thin bandanna was almost obscene. The girl had the 
fabric knotted between her generous breasts. And it was apparent that Larry 
wanted nothing more than to fondle those lovely young tits. 

Jackie thought his behavior was terrible. 

And the way he leered at her was even worse. 

"Do come over and get a drink, Jackie. And you, Larry, you stay here. But 
don't worry. I won't abandon you." 

"Better not," he said. "My cock's cold right now. I need your juicy little 
snatch to get it warm." 

Jackie was absolutely shocked at his coarse language. She turned her back on 
him and stalked toward the small bar, but Susan just laughed. "He's such a 
darling. And Jackie, so good in bed! That stud's hung like a stallion. He 
can fuck all night long. Why, you wouldn't believe how he made me feel the 
first time we made it together. Really far out! What do you want to drink? 
That's Stan behind the bar. A first-rate bartender and totally 
untrustworthy. I know I'm leaving you in the clutches of a real wolf. Have 
fun!" 

With that, the babbling Susan went back to Larry. Jackie looked at the pair 
over her shoulder. Larry had already undone the knot of her halter and had 
buried his face between her tits. He seemed to be enjoying himself 
immensely. And so was Susan. 

Jackie shuddered a little. She knew she shouldn't stay here very long. Now 
that she'd made her entrance and pleased Susan by coming, there was nothing 
keeping her. 

"So what's it gonna be, my lovely blonde, blue-eyed friend?" Stan was a 
little drunk. Jackie took an involuntary step backward when she saw the way 
he was looking at her. He didn't see her as a person. He saw her as a point 
to be scored, a chick to be laid. 

"Uh, just ginger ale, please." 

"Nothing else? Hell, you can't get drunk on that. Here, try this and tell me 
how you like it." 

Jackie almost choked on the drink. She could taste the ginger ale, but there 
was something else in it. 

"Good ole Tennessee whiskey. Straight sour mash. Great stuff." He took a 
long swig straight out of the bottle. Jackie decided it was best for her to 
split. Susan had the reputation for giving wild parties, but this one was 
simply too wild for her. Drinking, sex ... it almost made her physically 
sick thinking of all the sin and depravity around her. 

As she was walking to the door, a teenager caught her eye. He was sitting in 
the corner all by himself. He wasn't bad-looking. On impulse, Jackie decided 
to see if he was as bored with everything as he looked. She could see how he 
might be. He wasn't participating at all in any of the wanton screwing. And 
he wasn't drinking. 

He looked almost pathetic; he looked like she felt in this den of sin and 
horrible things. Jackie turned her pert nose up a little as she saw exactly 
what another couple was doing. The girl on the floor actually had taken the 
boy's thing into her mouth and was sucking on it. And she was making such 
disgusting noises as she slurped and lapped away at his fully erect penis. 

Jackie sat down next to the boy in the comer. He looked like he was a couple 
years older than she was. Perhaps even nineteen, through it was hard for her 
to tell in the dim light. 

"Hi. I'm Jackie." 

"Now nice for you." 

"You're not having much fun here, are you? You look like you're absolutely 
bored out of your head." 

"Yeah," he answered slowly. "You're half right I'm... out of my head. But 
it's cool. Uh, here, want a smoke?" He reached into his shirt pocket and 
pulled out a pack of L&Ms. 

Jackie was tempted. Her parents didn't like her smoking, but it wasn't as 
big a sin as drinking. And, she had to admit, she sort of liked smoking. She 
shrugged. This was a party, and she should be polite. And this guy seemed 
nice, a lot nicer than the people around the room doing such disgusting 
things. She guiltily looked over at Susan and Larry. 

Larry had succeeded in stripping off Susan's jeans and was nuzzling around 
in her crotch. For a fleeting moment, Jackie wondered what it was like, 
having a boy's mouth moving all over that forbidden area between her legs. 
Feeling his tongue licking and probing deep up her pussy, tasting her flesh 
and sucking on her clitoris. 

She quickly banished the idea from her head. 

The pack of cigarettes was being offered to her. 

"By the way, my name's Steve." 

"Thanks for the cigarette, Steve. Say, these look sort of strange. 
Different, you know." 

"Yeah. I roll my own. Got a machine that just turns the little buggers right 
out. Put in the paper, pour in a little stuff and lick-zip-squish, I got me 
a ready-made joint." 

"Joint? Oh, you do this over at the pad." Jackie was never comfortable with 
all the slang Susan used. She didn't understand a lot of it. Her mother said 
it wasn't lady-like to use vulgar language, and slang was vulgar. So she 
tried to ignore it. However, hanging around with a self-confessed swinger 
like Susan required that she pick up a little of the lingo. 

She never quite understood what the attraction was, why she and Susan got 
along so. Maybe it was because they were exact opposites. Susan was the 
swinger, had done everything, tried everything. And Jackie wanted to. And 
knew it wasn't proper to do it. Jackie wouldn't admit it to herself, but she 
was able to live a vicarious life. It was second-hand and filtered through 
Susan's brain, but she was able to more like a normal teenager than the A-J 
Squared Away Super Straight she was. 

Jackie took a long puff off the cigarette and ' choked. "Wow, this is a 
strong cigarette. Where did you get the tobacco?" 

For some reason, Steve broke out laughing. "Wow, kid, that stuff comes all 
the way from Colombia. The country, not the school. How you like it?" 

"Well, uh, it's okay." She took another deep drag off the cigarette. She was 
beginning to feel a little giddy and light-headed. She figured it was 

-because she hadn't eaten enough at supper. 

"Okay, she says. Merely okay. That's dynamite shit, kid. Cost me thirty 
dollars for a lid." 

"Lid?" She took another deep puff. It felt like her lungs were on fire. But 
it was a pleasant fire that spread warmth throughout her body. She was 
beginning to feel warm all over, even hot. Her clothes seemed to be itching 
unbearably. She began taking off her jacket. 

""Yeah. And you know something, kid, you're an eyeful. You're really foxy." 

"Foxy?" The room seemed to glow with a soft light now. Jackie thought 
someone must have wised up and turned on the lights. But she couldn't see 
any that had been turned on. 

"Yeah. A really sexy bush. Keep takin' the clothes off. I like watchin' 
that. Makes me hot, kinda." He leaned back against the wall and took a long 
toke off a joint of his own. 

He watched in amusement as Jackie puffed her joint. She smoked the grass 
faster than anyone he'd ever seen. And she was getting higher faster than he 
would have thought possible. Maybe he hadn't gotten burned after all. The 
dealer said it was good shit. He hadn't been kidding. Anything that got a 
chick as beautiful as this to strip was real dynamite stuff. 

Jackie took off her blouse and giggled. It seemed so funny to her. Soon, she 
felt Steve's hands helping her. It was like he was in another world reaching 
into hers. The way he stroked up and down her smoothly skinned arm made her 
feel content. When he unhooked her bra and started mouthing her tits, she 
leaned back and moaned. She couldn't remember ever feeling this good in all 
her life. 

She sighed as she felt him begin to work her skirt off her ass. She lifted a 
little so that he wouldn't have as much trouble undressing her. The brief 
thought flashed through her mind that she should be struggling, fighting, 
then it died. She couldn't remember why she shouldn't help him get her 
undressed. 

His hands felt so good on her skin. It seemed like sparks shot out of his 
fingertips. She was breathing harder now and she felt her cunt beginning to 
sluggishly flow. It was something she had always thought was sinful. 

With Steve's hands stroking back and forth over her snatch, though, it 
didn't seem sinful at all. It was normal. And when he slid her panties off, 
it was the most perfect thing in the world. His hand roved constantly over 
her pussy. She had always tried to deny the feelings welling up from her 
cunt, but couldn't now. 

They were too strong. They were too good. She wanted something in her tiny 
hole besides his fingers. 

"Oh, Steve, Steve . . . don't . . . don't do that." 

"You're not leadin' me on, then cutting me off, you little bitch." 

She snickered at that. He'd called her a bitch. That was a naughty word. And 
it made her cunt flow even faster hearing it. She found her entire body 
feeling like a taut string waiting to be plucked. She wasn't sure what she 
was waiting for, but Steve would let her have it. She was sure. 

"Here, take another toke off my number." He passed over the joint. Jackie 
inhaled deeply. The tingly feeling passed throughout her body. Even her toes 
seemed quivery. Most of all, the lightest touch on her pussy lips was sheer 
heaven. 

"No. I, uh, I want... I forgot!" She began to laugh uproariously. Everything 
was perfect. She couldn't believe she had come to Susan's party thinking it 
was going to be a real drag. She was enjoying herself a whole lot now. 
Looking over Susan and Larry, she had to laugh. 

"I remember. I wanted you to see Larry fuckin Susan!" She laughed again at 
her own joke. 

"Hell with them," said Steve. "Let's you and me get it on. I think it's 
about time I fucked your little cunt. You sure got a tight one. I barely got 
my finger up there." He probed a little more. She moaned with the pleasure 
of his finger in her twat. After a couple really deep jabs, he exclaimed, 
"Hell and damnation, you're a virgin! That's a goddamn cherry up there!" 

Jackie could only giggle. And open her legs in a totally wanton invitation 
to Steve. Part of her recoiled in horror, but that was quickly shoved down 
deep into her consciousness. It seemed so much more important to sample this 
boy's prick. She wanted to feel his cock driving deep up her cunt like Larry 
was fucking Susan. 

"Go on. Fuck me." The word seemed to glow in the air in front of her. She 
felt a shiver of anticipation quake through her body. The dirty words were 
exciting her as much as the thought of him actually stuffing his cock into 
her. "Lemme see your cock." 

"You are a weird chick. You get really wired and you wanna fuck. But, hell, 
I'm not gripin'. Not old cocksman Steve." He began stripping off his 
trousers. She watched as his prick flipped out, red and ponderous. 

She was hypnotized by the sight. She'd never seen a man's dong before. It 
was both repulsive and . . . the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. Ever. 

She reached out to touch it, but her coordination caused her to miss. She 
didn't understand. Usually she was very well coordinated. Tonight, all that 
seemed so distant. She giggled again. 

"Old Steve's gonna get him a cherry. I'm gonna pick your cherry for you, 
stoned little lady." His eyes took in the full beauty of the sixteen year 
old body. She was slender, in good shape. Her tits heaved up and down in a 
quivery dance. The nipples on top of the snowy-white cones stuck straight up 
and pointed at the ceiling. She was really turned on, as well as stoned out 
of her head. 

But the mountainous tits and trim waist weren't what interested Steve. Not 
even the flare of her womanly ass or slender legs. It was the platinum 
blonde pussy mound and what lay just under it that got him hard and ready to 
screw. 

He could feel it now, his cock surging up into virgin country. He hadn't 
fucked a virgin in more years than he could remember. And he got the chance 
tonight, just for a couple joints, to fuck a certified, .foxy, beautiful 
blonde virgin. 

And his horoscope had told him that tonight was supposed to be lousy for 
Scorpios. Maybe other Scorpios, but not him! Not with a genuine virgin 
spreading her white legs for him. 

Jackie couldn't understand why he was looking so lustful. She glanced down 
the length of her body, fondled one of her own tits. The sensations smashing 
into her body were so alien to her, she barely recognized them as coming 
from her own body. Yet, whenever she flicked the hard little pebble of 
nipple on top of her boob, the warm, tingly feeling spread throughout her 
chest. 

She began rubbing her hand over her crotch. Her fingers came up coated with 
her inner oils. Amazed, she held her hand up and looked at the cunt-juice 
drenched hand. 

"Wow, it's...it's glowing! I can see the light shining all over my hand. I'm 
oozing out liquid light!" She was hallucinating wildly and didn't even 
realize it. 

"Just relax and let old Steve do you up right. A virgin," he whispered to 
himself, "a goddamn virgin itching to get fucked! How do I do it! How the 
fuck do I do it!" 

His mouth began working on Jackie's. She was floating away on a soft cloud. 
She barely noticed Steve kissing her until his tongue began to probe into 
her mouth. She didn't know exactly what to do. Remembering something Susan 
had said about French kissing, she began to wiggle her tongue all around. 

It seemed like the right thing to do. Steve moaned and crushed his lips even 
harder against hers. She felt the sharp tingle rocket through her body. 
Whenever she had smoked, it made her feel good. Damn good! 

And his mouth on hers was even better! 

She returned the kiss inexpertly but with feeling. Her fingers gripped and 
clawed at his naked back. She pulled him fiercely down. Needing him worse 
than anything else in the world, she wasn't going to let him escape. Her 
tongue moved relentlessly against his. The rough, wet tongue shot out and 
pressed hard against his. She couldn't remember such a marvelous feeling in 
all her life. What did it matter that she was beginning to get really 
aroused by a perfect stranger, that he was going to fuck her? 

All Jackie could think of was the way she felt. It was so totally marvelous, 
whatever she did had to be good. 

And it was. 

When Steve's mouth began working down her body, she felt a quaking in her 
gut that had never-been there before. As he slowly sucked and licked his way 
up her milky white cone of tit, she was seized with an uncontrollable 
shaking. She had to have more of what he was doing to her. She had often 
wondered what Susan found so interesting about having a man sucking on her 
boobs. 

Now she knew how exciting and stimulating it could be. 

He took her turgid little pebble of nipple into his mouth and sucked as hard 
as he could. Pressing his tongue down, he began playing with the nubbin f of 
flesh. He caught the little spire up between his teeth and gently gnawed. 
Tiring of that, he used his tongue to swirl and move all around the tip of 
her excited jug. 

The sensations knifing down into Jackie's body were so unique, so wondrously 
different, she was lost in paradise. She couldn't imagine why she had ever 
thought anything like this could be bad, dirty, sinful. How could this be 
bad when it felt so damn good? 

She giggled again. The room seemed to spin and whirl around her in one mad 
kaleidoscope of color. 

She sighed and let the boy do whatever he wanted to her sixteen-year-old 
body. 

When she felt his mouth on her pussy mound, it was as if fire ants had 
invaded her cunt. The crawling, tingling, itchy feeling was unbearable. She 
had to have something stuffed up her twat, and a tongue wasn't going to 
satisfy that need. The boy's agile tongue worked its way across her clit. 

A lightning bolt of sheer carnal electricity blasted into her belly. She 
felt her muscles locked in a rigid grip. Her breathing was hurried, and so 
much blood pumped wildly into her tits, she thought they would surely 
explode. 

It was her very first orgasm. 

As he moved his mouth back along her sex slit, she felt her cunt begin to 
leak out fuck fluid at an even greater rate. It was literally flooding her 
genitals with the oily juice. Steve lapped it up and made obscene slurping 
noises. The very sound of him sucking and licking along her cunt lips made 
Jackie even hotter. 

An empty feeling had come into her cunt. She had to have that hollow space 
filled. What better way of filling it than with Steve's heavy prick, already 
standing erect. 

"Take me, Steve. Fuck me. Do whatever you want with me but f-fuck meee!" 

"Whatever ya say, blonde bitch virgin cunt." . 

She shivered as she felt his body sliding between her tender thighs. It was 
pure heaven when she could look down and see his huge figure looming between 
her widespread legs, see the jerking cock moving slowly toward her gates of 
paradise. 

Jackie gasped when he rammed into her. He didn't go far, but it was the 
first cock she'd ever had inside her cunt. He spread her pussy lips just 
wide enough to get his dong's head inside. The hooded glans pushed through 
the inner pussy lips and stopped. Waiting until her cunt juiced his rod 
before shoving in further, Steve luxuriated in the heat radiating out from 
her humid interior. If this was any indication what was waiting for him, he 
was going to have a lot of fun. 

She was already impossibly tight and he'd just gotten his knobby glans into 
her twat. 

When he had momentarily regained his breath, he began shoving into the 
blonde's quim. He didn't brutally ram forward. He kept his advance slow but 
powerful. When the tip of his prong hit the rubbery membrane blocking his 
way to further pleasure, he never let up. 

"Oh, nooo, t-that huuurts!" she moaned. "S-stop!" 

"No way, kid, no way! I'm gonna go all the way into a fuckin' hot cherry 
cunt!" 

He kept the pressure on against her hymen. The , membrane began to stretch. 
Jackie thrashed about under him in pain. He ignored her and kept driving 
deeper into her cunt. With a sudden pop! he surged balls deep up her cunt. 

Steve almost passed out. Never had he felt such an incredibly tight cunt 
surrounding his prick. And hot! It was like a blast furnace inside. He felt 
as if he'd fucked into the jaws of a vise and was being crushed to a totally 
erotic death. 

He stayed buried full length in the girl. He wanted to soak in all the 
lovely sensations. He wanted to feel her cunt walls around him, rippling and 
struggling to accommodate this male invader. 

Jackie was racked with excruciating pain. She wasn't sure what was happening 
to her. Her doped up brain gave her all sorts of conflicting stories. She 
was in pain; she loved it. How could she love the pain being inflicted on 
her poor body? She could even feel a thin trickle of blood leaking out of 
her mutilated cunt. 

When he began slowly fucking back arid forth in the tight hole, she was 
doubly confused. It should have hurt her even more. Sex was bad. She 
shouldn't be doing this. But it felt so damn good it couldn't be bad-it was 
terrific! 

She moaned again, this time with the young buddings of pleasure in her 
lithe, trim body. She hunched up a little and felt a surge of delight smash 
into her cunt. By moving around the impaling spike of dong driving into her, 
she could give herself even more joy. 

Not understanding, but accepting this, she began bucking and thrashing 
wildly under the boy. All she knew was that she needed more of his cock. She 
had to have it. Nothing else in the world mattered. She had to be fucked as 
well and hard as he could manage it. 

"Do it! Do it to me haaard!" 

"Umph," Steve grunted. Then his hips began a steady pistoning back and forth 
up the increasingly slippery tunnel into her belly. Her cunt was still the 
clutchingest, tightest, hottest hole he had ever fucked into. He wanted as 
much of it as he could get. 

He felt his balls collapse into a tiny sphere dangling under his long prick. 
The juices held inside began to churn and boil. His balls tumbled around, 
over and over. He had a berserk pressure cooker attached to his body, 
threatening to explode at any instant. 

The dope he had smoked was working fully on him now. He knew Jackie was 
already stoned out of her head. She had changed as he watched her. 
Personality, everything. She started off as a polar iceberg. And a virgin. 
He laughed aloud as he kept his hips moving back and forth, his cock reaming 
out the virgin pussy. 

Damn, but she had changed once she toked up. She was a different person. And 
one that he was glad he'd come across. A virgin! And a blonde, a natural 
blonde at that. He loved the way her silky pussy mound ground into his 
crotch every time she moved. 

Jackie's body was filled with brand new sensations, feelings she had always 
thought the other girls were lying about. This was what it felt like having 
a cunt full of throbbingly alive cock. She could feel the contours of the 
prick as it lingered in her tight pussy. There was the plum-sized head. 

It shivered and bounced and danced around inside her, stimulating her. It 
was totally exciting. The shaft of the dong itself pushed forcefully outward 
on her untried cunt walls. The friction being generated with each thrust 
warmed her guts. She was warming to the boy's sexual assault of her hidden 
depths. 

And she was loving every second of it. 

She remembered vaguely something Susan had said about using her stomach 
muscles. She tried to squeeze down and trap the cock in her. 

She had no idea what this was doing to Steve. He was being driven out of his 
head with lust. Never had he found a virgin who could do the tricks Jackie 
was doing. He found it hard to believe she was a virgin. Yet he couldn't 
really doubt it. He'd popped her cherry himself. And that red stuff coming 
out of her cunt wasn't love juice. It was blood from her broken hymen. 

His hips took over control of the lovemaking. He was too stoned to keep very 
good control. Driving back and forth like a berserk piston, he slammed as 
hard as he could into her crotch. 

Jackie loved it. She needed the forceful entry. It drilled his cock far up 
her twat into unexplored regions. She was finding out that she was a sexual 
creature, that she needed to be fucked to feel complete. Slowly realizing 
what she had been missing, she wondered why she had turned down all those 
guys in the past. 

Fear? She giggled at the thought. Tears started dripping down her lovely 
cheeks, but they were tears of joy at being fucked-at last! 

This was wonderful! Her doped drenched brain wasn't able to sort out 
anything very well. Pleasure and pain got all mixed up together. She loved 
it even more. The feel of the heavy, meaty shaft ramming into her joy hole 
was all that mattered. 

She felt a tension building up inside her just like before. This time, she 
vaguely recognized it as orgasm. 

When Steve penetrated her with a deep thrust, she came. This time was 
different from her first light orgasm. The world seemed to explode around 
her. The universe shattered. Her entire body convulsed, and she was racked 
with the most sensual, indescribably delicious sensations she had ever felt. 
Never had she imagined it would be this great. Her grass-numbed brain was 
unable to furnish an answer as to why she had denied herself one of life's 
greatest experiences for so long. 

She just leaned back and shoved her cunt down around the pillar of manmeat 
driving into her. She was able to take him an extra inch into her quim. She 
was tripping out-on sex. Another orgasm smashed through her body. She 
floated, glided, soared. Carried high on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy, 
she was lost in a brand new and totally wonderful world. And it was a world 
locked up inside her own body and brain. 

She shuddered and let out a long sigh. 

Looking up, she saw Steve glowing. Realizing then that the cigarette she'd 
smoked must have been dope, she said. "You drugged me, didn't you?" 

"Huh? Oh, the grass. Yeah, dope." 

She giggled. Her body was vibrant and more alive all over than it had ever 
been. She said, "How about another one?" 

Steve grinned and passed over the pack of his home-rolled joints. 

Jackie knew she was being wicked and that she would surely burn in Hell for 
her sins. The old cliche, "Ugly as sin," ran through her brain. 

She decided sin could be pretty attractive at times. She thought she was 
going to enjoy it. 

Turning to Steve, she slurred, "Wanna do it again?" 

"Christ, I created a monster!" They both laughed at that, Jackie a little 
hysterically. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jackie was still stoned by the time she reached home. Everything was a blur 
between the time she and Steve had gone up on the roof of Susan's house to 
ball one more time and her arrival at the front door she knew so well. But 
even in her dope-dazed state, she was still able to walk fairly well-and 
remember essentially what had gone on at the wild party. 

She didn't know exactly what to say or do. It seemed an eternity before she 
fumbled out her key and managed to stick it in the lock. For some reason, 
she found this hilarious. She began to laugh and the laughter turned to 
tears. 

Stumbling into the darkened house, she realized she mustn't wake her 
parents. They wouldn't mind she was coming in so late; they were lenient 
about occasional hell-raising. But they would be able to. tell by the way 
she was walking that she had been raising more than a little hell. 

It wouldn't take a genius to smell the heavy odor of pot clinging to her 
hair and clothing. 

Nor would it take much to guess she was no longer a virgin. She walked in a 
bowlegged manner. The ache in her cunt wasn't as bad as it had been when 
Steve popped her cherry. The ache was replaced by a dullness that drifted 
over into a hollow feeling. 

She realized what that hollowness meant. Her long-buried sexual desires were 
coming to life. She began sobbing when the full impact of what she had done 
that night hit her. 

She was no longer a virgin. No respectable man would ever want her now. Her 
entire future was ruined. Gone was the prospect of finding a good man and 
settling down. She knew all men wanted to marry virgins. If they wanted a 
good time, they found a whore. 

Like her. 

As she made her way along the heavily carpeted hallway, she smelled 
cigarette smoke coming from her brother's bedroom. She knew no one should be 
there. Her. brother was in the Army. He was stationed in Germany. 

But someone was in his room and smoking. 

She opened the door and saw Dennis sitting cross-legged on his bed. He 
looked up and a smile split his face, revealing an even set of white teeth. 

"Jackie! Hey, I thought you'd never get in. Have a good time?" 

She leaned heavily against the door frame and just looked at her brother 
with a numbness that seemed to kill her soul. 

He took a deep breath and smelled the lingering aroma of grass, then saw the 
tears leaving salty tracks on her cheeks. 

"What's wrong, Sis? Something real bad, huh?" He rose and came over to the 
door. Looking at her for a moment, he put his arms around her quaking 
shoulders and pulled her into the room. "Now just sit down and tell me all 
about it. It can't be that bad." 

"It is, Dennis! It is! I... oh, hell! I can't..." and she broke down crying 
into his shoulder. 

His arm felt so good around her. She had found a pillar of strength in her 
time of need. It had always been easy for her to talk with him. He would 
listen and not pass judgment on her like her parents surely would. 

"I can make some pretty good guesses," he said. "If you want to tell me, 
fine. If not, that's groovy, too. I don't have all those old-fashioned 
morals like Mom and Dad do. The world's a lot different place than when they 
grew up." 

Jackie looked into her brother's slate-gray eyes. His sandy hair was 
slightly mussed but otherwise he appeared to have just come in. She looked 
back at the shoulder she was crying on. A large wet patch had formed on his 
shirt. Somehow, it struck her as funny and she began to giggle. 

"You're still stoned out of your head, aren't you? You were on a crying jag 
and now you're just plain silly." 

In a calm voice, she said, "And I'm no longer a virgin." 

Dennis looked at her and shrugged. "No big thing. Did you enjoy it?" 

"Yes," she said, her voice a small, frightened animal. 

"Hey, don't be like that. Sex is great! Oh," he said, sudden understanding 
in his tone. "You're filled with all that bullshit our dear parents had out 
about virgins and that being good. I've come to live by a newer proverb. 
Want to hear it?" 

Her blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders as she nodded. A glint of 
light from the single desk lamp made her look like an angel with a halo. 

"Virginity is a curable perversion. Like it?" 

She liked the way he held her close. That seemed more important to her than 
any silly sayings. And right now, the itch deep in her pussy was beginning 
to return. With Steve, it had been all right. He was . . . that kind. 

But she couldn't believe she was actually getting turned on by her brother. 
That was so perverted she couldn't even put it into words. But his nearness 
was doing things to her she couldn't understand. He was so strong, so 
virile, so desirable... 

She tried to change the subject. "I thought you were in Germany." 

"Home on a month's leave. Oh, no, you didn't get the letter I sent! That 
explains why the folks weren't at the bus station to meet me. I just hitched 
home and decided not to wake them up. But the hell with that. It's you we 
were worrying about." 

"Just hold me for a few minutes, Dennis." 

Her trembling stopped, but the desire she felt increased by leaps and 
bounds. She was looking down at the crotch of his jeans. It was a big bulge 
there. Wondering if it might get bigger-just for her-she let one hand drift 
down and rest on it. He didn't seem to mind. 

Her hand began working in slow circles around his fly. As she pressed down, 
there was a stirring of his cock. She was getting him hot for her! His prick 
was coming to life. 

"Hey, what are you doing, kid? You shouldn't. . ." 

He didn't say another word. Her ruby lips crushing against his stopped him. 
At first he resisted her kiss. Then he gradually melted like ice in the 
morning sun. His lips parted slightly and the girl was quick to take 
advantage. Her tongue leaped out between them to search out his tongue. 

In his mouth, she stirred her tongue around like a spoon in a stew pot. And 
his rough, wet tongue collided with hers. A tug of war began. And stimulated 
both of them. His tongue stroking against the side of hers made her breath 
come faster. She struggled to give him an equal amount of pleasure. 

She was gradually succeeding. 

His barriers began to crumble. His tongue began darting back and forth 
between their two mouths. Tangling in erotic acrobatics, they were massaging 
and fondling each other orally. 

And her hand never left his groin. She felt the limp snake of his penis 
rising to the occasion. And she opened his fly with a quick metallic hiss. 
His cock snapped rigidly to attention like a good soldier. 

He broke off the kiss to protest. His words turned to an incoherent moan in 
his throat as she went down on his cock. Her mouth engulfed the end of his 
dong. All he could see was a wild disarray of blonde hair covering his lap, 
and all he could feel was her wet, agile tongue working wantonly on his 
dong. 

It had been a long time since he'd gotten any. And it was his sister who was 
pushing this. All he had to do was relax and enjoy. Wouldn't he be a 
hypocrite saving times were changing, then not live up to it? He was a man 
of the world and she looked to him for guidance. 

Better to have a little tumble with her right now and make sure she didn't 
get any really sere wed-up ideas about sex than to have to bail her out 
later. His thinking was jumbled, incoherent. And he didn't really care. All 
that mattered to him was the luscious mouth engulfing his dork, sucking 
avidly and giving him a wonderful blow job. 

She kissed and licked the entire length of the cock. At first, she was 
frightened he would be repulsed by her. She was attractive and knew it. But 
her brother was a man. He must have had dozens of women. She was just a kid 
and might make mistakes. She sucked in the tip of his dong and lightly used 
her teeth against the sides of the fleshy shaft. 

As he groaned in pleasure,-she knew she was doing everything just right. She 
didn't have to worry about giving head to her brother. Then it hit her-hard. 

This was her brother! Her brother! And that was incest. The very word sent 
tingles up and down her spine. She almost let the tasty pecker slip out of 
her mouth. Then she stopped. It didn't feel wrong. What was the difference 
whether this was her brother or Steve? 

Nothing that she could see. About the only difference she could really tell 
was that her brother had a thicker dong. Her mouth collapsed into a pursed 
"O" shape around his cock as she sucked even harder. Her cheeks went concave 
under the suction she applied. 

His hips twitched and sent his cock a little deeper into her mouth. She took 
the few inches with pleasure. Her tongue was working hard on his dong. 
Rimming the plum-tipped cock seemed to give him a large charge of 
excitement. She felt his balls collapse into a tiny sac containing 
lead-heavy jism. 

And then she knew that sucking him off wasn't going to be enough. Her cunt 
was leaking out a thin flow of fuck fluids. She had to have that leak 
plugged. The only thing that would work was the cock she so lovingly held in 
her mouth. 

But there was a big difference between giving her brother head and actually 
letting him fuck her. A big difference. 

The dope-induced haze seemed to flow over her brain again. So what was the 
big deal? She needed his prick fucking her hard and fast. Could a brother 
deny that to his sister? 

She didn't think so. 

Her hands began working his jeans off him. And he didn't protest. In fact, 
he helped. And when he was naked, his hands began stroking and moving over 
her body. Each time he lightly touched naked skin, she shivered in erotic 
response. His touch was magic. It lit her desires. The flames began leaping 
inside her body, threatening to devour her. 

She had to have his long dork fucking her or she'd go mad from lust. Her 
need was so great, he couldn't possibly deny her that hefty pillar of cock. 

Gooseflesh rippled up and down her spine when he lifted her up and carried 
her back to lay prone on the bed beside his muscular body. His mouth quickly 
fastened on one of her ample tits. And he sucked. He was returning the 
pleasure she had 

-given him. 

Tiny needles of delight danced all over her pebbly hard nipple as his tongue 
swirled around it. He began sucking harder on her coppery nipple. She 
shuddered, then moaned deep in her throat. The feelings he built in her body 
were demanding release-release that could be granted only by a long, hard, 
fast fucking. 

She was getting so strung out sexually she would do anything to get his 
prong jammed up her twat. Her juices were dribbling out of her snatch and 
onto the soft white plane of her inner thigh. 

But it wasn't wasted. As he sucked and tongued her jug, his hand was working 
all over her bush. He pushed Lower, his fingers tangling in the thick blonde 
jungle of her pussy mound. Already damp with lust, there was little chance 
of chafing as he stroked across her pussy lips. 

When he jabbed a middle finger deep up her twat, she thought she was going 
to come. The orgasm crouching in her loins like some jungle beast wasn't to 
be released this easily. 

And her brother knew it. He was deliberately giving her the maximum 
stimulation before actually fucking her. The way her untrained body surged 
and moved, he wanted to give her a complete course in what lovemaking should 
be before actually stuffing his cock in and fucking. 

He needed this as much as she did. And he was a craftsman. None of the 
wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am fucking for him. That was for the mediocre. He left 
his women exhausted-and well fucked There were never any complaints when he 
finished his screwing. 

Jackie arched her back and tried to cram her hips down around the finger 
stuffed up her twat. To give herself even more pleasure, she shoved her 
chest forward. His mouth accepted the offered gift of more tit. His hand 
drifted away a little from her quim. 

She had to be satisfied with the way he was mouthing her boob. He took in a 
little more of the snowy-white cone. Then he sucked and ran his rough, agile 
tongue in a wide circle around the trapped flesh, savoring its softness. 
Sucking even harder pulled another inch of knocker into his mouth. He 
repeated his sensuous torture. 

Soon, he was leaving fierce red streaks on the creamy slopes of her perfect 
tit. His teeth gouged into the sides. But it stimulated her. The feel of the 
hard teeth sliding across her soft flesh was as much a turn on as the way 
his tongue lashed out and toyed with her nipple. 

When almost all her tit was jammed into her brother's mouth, she was 
positive it would explode like an over-inflated balloon. Her nipple was a 
rigid finger pointing straight back at his tonsils. And her entire tit 
pulsed with every excited heartbeat. 

When she managed to moan out, "Please! I... I need you so! Stick it in! 
Screw me! I. . . ohhhhhh!" she knew he would obey her wish. 

Her breath was taken away as cock pushed firmly against her pussy lips. She 
felt the broad tip of a huge prick compressing her labia, then entering her 
closely guarded twat. Her brother didn't fuck into her fast. His entry was 
slow, slow enough for her to fully experience what it was like having a 
pulsing prick shoved deep. 

She let the sensations from her cunt seep through her body. Raising her leg, 
she tossed it over her brother's hairy thigh. This seemed to suck his dong 
even deeper into her body. She was lying on her side trying to take as much 
of his cock into her as she could. 

But he was being slow and methodical about his fucking. He drove another 
inch up her cunt. She felt her juices squirting around the thick plug of man 
meat. Shudders ran through her body. She had never felt more alive. He was 
touching every nerve ending as he slipped gently into her body. 

That was the trouble. Her burning desire required more than a gentle 
lovemaking. She wanted it hard, fast, even brutal. 

"Fuck me! Hard! DEEP!" she pleaded. 

"You asked for it, baby sister," he said from between clenched teeth. Then 
he shoved with all the power locked in his loins. 

She screamed as his prick fucked far up her cunt. It jolted her so hard her 
teeth rattled. And then the waves of pain washed through her. Her cunt was 
stretched and pulled out of shape. It wasn't used to big cocks. This was 
still new and different for her. And infinitely exciting. 

The red fog of pain quickly was replaced with pleasure. She could feel his 
buried cock pulse and jerk every time his heart beat. And the tempo was 
increasing. -It was lust. Lust for her! 

She clamped down hard on his buried length with all the power of her young 
stomach muscles. Rewarded with a groan of pleasure from her brother, she 
began rhythmic squeezing that treated her cunt to a full picture of what his 
hidden dork was like. 

The broad arrowhead glans pushed hard against her pussy walls. But right 
behind the rim was the big blue vein on top of his pecker. She thought she 
could feel it throb with life. And his entire cock was dancing around in 
wild abandon. 

When she felt it slipping from her cunt, she tried to stop it. Her cunt 
muscles were betrayed by the slippery pussy walls. She was gushing out too 
much fuck fluid for her to stop his retreat. When only her sex lips were 
parted by his cock, he stopped. 

She was gasping for breath now. Her lungs were filled with liquid fire. Her 
tits felt like they were going to explode at any instant as her heart raced 
wildly. But most of all, she loved the feel of that cock inside her. She 
wanted it back. She wouldn't let him keep it all to himself. 

She was turning into a cock-hungry bitch who'd do anything for a good fuck. 

There wasn't but a split second of hesitation on the man's part. He levered 
his hips upward again and found himself buried balls deep in her 
virgin-tight cunt. A lewd noise signaled his entry. The juices dribbled out 
around his prong and onto his balls. 

When he started rotating his hips in a small circle, the girl thought she 
would lose her mind. It was as if he'd crammed a burning hot poker into her 
guts. He was pulling her apart. His cock was no longer flesh and blood. It 
was white-hot iron. And he was intent on ripping her in two all the way to 
the chin. 

She struggled against his body. Her fingers clutched and clawed at his broad 
back. This caused his cock to move even deeper into her twat. That was all 
she lived for now. She had to get as much dong in her belly as possible. Her 
nerves were all primed for the orgasm slowly building in her loins. 

It would take a little more fucking, and then ... 

And then she would be satiated. Then she wouldn't have this abnormal hunger 
for cock. She could rest easy. 

But until then, she needed his prick desperately. And her urgent desire was 
communicated to him. He began working back and forth in the well-greased 
lust tunnel. His hips pistoned slowly at first, then built up speed. 

He was soon fucking her with all the power in his body. Each time he thrust 
upward, his balls wetly slapped against her ass. She gasped as she felt his 
crotch grinding mindlessly into hers. This stimulated her clitoris and sent 
lightning bolts of ecstasy searing along her nerves. 

The sound of their fucking was comprised of grunts and moans, wet slurping 
noises as their crotches collided. But neither could hear. The girl's head 
was filled with the sound of her own blood pounding loudly. It might have 
been the surf smashing against the shoreline it was so loud. 

But she felt. She felt every time he rammed far up her quim. She tried 
holding him in her already tight pussy. And each time she failed. As he 
fucked faster and faster, the friction built up in her body. The warmth 
spread throughout her belly. Huge charges of sexual electricity shot up her 
spine and blasted into her brain. 

And she climaxed. 

She shrieked out her joy and rammed her hips down hard on the impaling spike 
of cock in her cunt. She twisted and turned and moaned. There was nothing 
more important in the world than driving that cock all the way up into her 
guts. 

As she drifted down from the pinnacle of her cum, she sensed his deeply 
buried, cock beginning to expand. The huge head of his dong grew and grew 
and then erupted. She felt the fiery tide of his jism surging through her 
twat. She came again. 

Together, they lay locked in each other's arms. Their mutual orgasm seemed 
to last for an eternity. 

And then, she drifted back to reality. Sweating and tired, Jackie managed to 
focus her eyes on her brother. He had a half-smile on his face that told her 
more than a million words. 

He'd gotten off on their incestuous balling, too. 

That comforted her and made her feel better. If Dennis had enjoyed it, how 
could it possibly be wrong? 

"We shouldn't have done this, Sis," he said in a choked voice. But his hands 
were stroking back and forth along her inner thigh. She felt tingles of 
delight everywhere he touched her. As his hand strayed higher toward her 
snatch, she knew he was saying one thing and meaning another. 

"I needed it, Dennis. Really. After what happened earlier tonight, I truly 
needed some tender, loving care. With the emphasis on loving!" 

"No doubt about that. But do you think the folks heard? I think we got sort 
of noisy there." 

"It they heard, they haven't sent for the cops or anything like that. But 
let's cool it. I'm feeling ready for bed." 

"I'd say you've spend most of the evening in bed." 

She smiled warmly. "Only with you. It was like this was my first time. And 
it was great. Thank you, Dennis." 

She kissed him, disentangled their legs and quickly scooped up her discarded 
clothes. She closed the door behind her as she went to her own bedroom. 

But Jackie was thinking how good it had been with her brother. She was 
thinking how nice it would have been if they could have fucked a couple more 
times. That ache in her cunt was driving her wild with desire. And it just 
wouldn't go away. 

She'd think of something. Like how to get more cock. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was the last class of the day and Jackie was daydreaming. Looking out the 
window, she could see the football squad going through their warm-up 
exercises. There was something almost hypnotic about the way their arms 
moved back and forth, the way their bodies bent and twisted and turned. 

She was thinking how similar to fucking it all was. 

The teenager couldn't get it out of her head that all those jocks were real 
studs. That was what the rest of the girls said. Until recently, she'd 
thought there was something slightly indecent about it. But now, she was 
beginning to understand. 

The attraction would be great, she realized. Those guys were strong, bigger 
than most of the other guys in high school. To have their strong arms 
wrapped around her, her legs wrapped around their waists, huge dong ramming 
repeatedly into her cunt. . . 

"Jackie! Do you know the answer or not?" snapped Mr. Reinhardt. He was a 
shriveled-up prune-of a man and Jackie didn't much like him. 

That was one reason it was so easy to daydream in his class. Another was her 
growing awareness of sex. 

"Uh, no sir, I don't guess I do." 

"Humph. Try reading your lesson for tomorrow." He glanced down, then said, 
"Since it's only a few minutes before end of class and it's a Friday, I'm 
going to let you all go." 

Before the words were out of his mouth, the entire class was out the door. 
And Jackie flowed with them, glad to escape the stuffy classroom. 

But what would she do with the few extra minutes? She decided to go down to 
the practice field and see what she could do about scouting a little cock. 
She quickly pushed back a thick mane of blonde hair and headed out of the 
building. 

At the field, she realized how much competition she had. She was pretty, 
there was no doubt about that. Her honey blonde hair gleamed in the sunlight 
with a luster most models would have envied. And her figure was nothing 
short of superb. Flaring tits tightly held in by a sweater, trim waist that 
flowed into very womanly hips, a short skirt hiding her ass and long, 
tapering legs flashing whitely. 

A very attractive package. But the players were all accounted for. Jackie 
couldn't call the cheerleaders and booster club groupies, although, in a 
sense, they were. They had merely gotten there first and staked their claims 
out. She would have to compete with some of the best-looking girls in 
school. 

And what was worse, she'd given the brush-off to more than one of the 
football team. Back in the old days. Back before she discovered how 
wonderful sex really was. 

Somehow, she just couldn't stand the thought of letting any guy ball her, 
though. She was selective. And Jackie wanted only the best after the session 
with her brother. He hadn't mentioned it but she knew he was pleased. And 
she had been, also. Her brother was a real stud. 

And that was what she wanted-a real stud. 

Nothing less would satisfy her. 

She sat on the sidelines watching the team run scrimmage. Jackie didn't 
understand the game and didn't much care to find out, either. She was 
single-minded in her interest. She wanted cock and lots of it. 

That gnawing desire in her cunt had grown by leaps and bounds. It now 
threatened to consume her. She wasn't able to think of anything else but 
sex. Jackie knew it was an obsession, that she was a child with a new toy. 
Or so she tried to tell herself. 

Deep inside, it was more. The desire was fed by the puritanical upbringing 
her parents had given her. The sex-is-dirty idea was so totally shattered in 
one night of wanton fucking, She was beginning to wonder how much else of 
what they'd taught her was false. Jackie was convinced there was only one 
way of learning how much hype they'd fed her over the years. 

She had to go out and experience life first hand. She had to live it to the 
fullest, experiencing whatever came her way. 

Right now, she wanted to screw the captain of the football team. 

But it was obvious he was too wrapped up in a cute little brunette 
cheerleader. Jackie bitterly thought that little bitch was probably a cock- 
teaser. She'd lead Fred on, then leave him high and hard. 

Jackie would never do that. Ever. The prospect for her ever getting a chance 
to prove differently to the football player was mighty slim, though. And 
then she began thinking. .There were ways-and ways. She didn't have to play 
by the "rules". She could make up her own. 

Sudden resolve moved her rapidly through the complicated tunnels and 
hallways of the sports stadium. She rapidly found the back entrance into the 
men's locker room. 

She'd come this far with the intention of going on in and balling anything 
that moved, but she was getting cold feet. This wasn't the way to do it. She 
just couldn't go on into the locker room, walk up to the captain of the 
football team and say, "Let's fuck." 

As she started to retrace her steps, she heard the clatter of cleats on 
concrete. She looked out from behind a row of lockers and saw Fred trotting 
in. He dumped his helmet on the bench and collapsed with a tired sigh. 

As he lay back on the narrow bench, Jackie's eyes were riveted to the bulge 
in his pants. That decided the girl. She couldn't back out now. Not when the 
object of her search was so close at hand. 

She quickly unbuttoned her coat and tossed it aside, leaving only the 
sweater and short skirt on. She'd make do with what she had to work with. 
There wasn't any other choice. 

Stepping out into plain sight, she asked naively, "This isn't the girls' 
locker room, is it?" 

Fred sat up suddenly, his eyes widening in surprise. Then his attentions 
were totally held by the girl's slender figure. The out-thrusting of her 
knockers made his mouth water. And the way she stood, hand on one flaring 
hip, leg stretched straight out in front, gave him a hard-on. 

His jock strap killing him, he muttered, "Uh, no, it isn't. How the hell did 
you ever take the wrong turn and end up here?" 

She seemed to glide rather than walk. Through the thick smell of sweat and 
Clorox, the gentle fragrance of sandalwood perfume came to his nostrils. His 
eyes were never off her as she sank gracefully down to the bench beside him. 

"I get so confused, sometimes. This entire building is so complicated, you 
know?" Her hand gently reached out and caressed his cheek. 

He flushed. Wishing he could flee and knowing he couldn't possibly leave 
such a ravishing beauty, Fred replied, "Yeah. Uh, look the rest of the 
team's gonna be here in a couple minutes. You, uh, you.. ." 

"A couple of minutes?" she asked, her tongue sensuously making a quick trip 
around her ruby red lips. "That's plenty of time!" 

"Plenty of time for what?" 

"For letting you show me how big a stud you are!" 

Her hand pressed firmly into his crotch. He couldn't help himself any 
longer. The pain of having a hard-on while wearing a jock strap was just too 
much for him. He never said a word as she quickly unlaced his pants and 
helped him out. 

She looked at the elastic and the mighty mound under it. She licked her lips 
again, then looked up into Fred's eyes. In a low voice, she said, "I don't 
really think you need this, do you. Wouldn't you rather have .. . this?" 

She raised her skirt and showed him her bikini briefs. That was all it took 
for his cock to scream for release. He almost ripped off his supporter. His 
cock stood angry-red and quivering in front of his groin. And his eyes 
simply refused to leave the sexy target the girl was offering him. 

His gaze started at her knees and quickly worked up the silky smooth flesh 
until he came to the bright red panties. He thought he could see corn-silk 
fine strands of pubic hair poking out around the elastic bands. 

''Why don't I just sort of wiggle out of these and let you put that where it 
belongs?" 

Her eyes clearly indicated she was talking about his rigid cock. At that 
instant, there was nothing he'd rather do than fuck this wanton bitch. He 
could get tossed off the team, thrown out of school for screwing her in the 
locker room-and he didn't give a shit. Chances like this didn't come his way 
every day. 

He wasn't the type to pass it up. 

Jackie stood. She tucked the hem of her short skirt into her belt, then 
began working on the red panties. She seemed to have trouble getting them 
off. Wiggling sinuously, she slipped the waist band down over half the flare 
of her ass. She pertly turned halfway to give the guy a silhouetted view of 
her. 

He almost lost his wad then and there. He could see the girl's bush 
billowing out from her pussy mound. And the way her ass was curved, every 
movement seemed to cause a rippling motion in her soft flesh. She was 
teasing him. That was certain. 

And he could only endure. She was like something not really there to him. A 
rainbow, pretty and glittering and wonderful-and not there if he tried to 
touch it. He was certain she would go away just like the rainbow if he tried 
touching her flushed skin, stroking over that rounded bottom, stuffing his 
fingers up her gash. 

And then the panties slid all the way down her white, tapering legs. She 
kicked the undies to one side and stood, legs open wide. She held the pose 
long enough for him to get a full view of her silky bush, the golden 
triangle of her sex. 

Stepping over the bench, she straddled it for a moment before sitting down. 
The wood was cold and splintery under her tender ass. But she no longer 
cared. She knew this would have to be a quickie. He was right when he said 
the rest of the team would be downstairs in a few minutes. 

Somehow, that added spice to the whole scene. The thought she might be found 
by a horny football team while she was balling their captain made her cunt 
flow even faster than the sight of his boner. To be gang-banged by all those 
men would be a real experience! 

"Come on," she urged. "Or don't you want poor little old me any more? I 
can't believe you don't want any of my tight, hot little cunny." 

She leaned back on the bench, feeling it press hard between her shoulders. 
Lifting her legs a little, she opened her snatch fully for the teenager's 
attention. The look on his face defied description. Lust, sure. But it was 
more. Longing, desire, confusion, all were there. He knew he'd have to 
hurry. 

"Hell, chickie, there's nothing in the whole goddamn world I like better 
than pussy!" 

"And there's nothing I like better than cock!" 

In a flash, he was crushing down on her body. She gasped as she took the 
full burden of his weight. Her tits were trapped in a bra. As her nipples 
expanded and her lust mounted, she felt imprisoned. She was being held 
captive in her own clothes. 

Then there was a rounded cockhead pressing firmly into her labia. She 
shivered in response as the teenager thrust his hips forward. He wasn't 
going to bother with anything like foreplay. He knew the need for haste. And 
he could feel her oily sex slit. There wasn't any need to get her hot when 
her twat was already seething and ready for him! 

She gasped as the prick speared far up her cunt. Her pussy lips were folded 
into her twat as he powerfully pistoned into her body. His cock was bouncing 
and jerking inside her body, reveling in the feel of her humid twat. 

She locked her legs around his powerful waist. By straining a little, she 
pulled him an extra inch up her quim. It was as if she was pulling a red-hot 
bar of iron into her belly. The embers of her lust had long ago begun to 
smolder. 

He was stoking the fires of her desire to a higher level. The lapping of 
flames lightly touched her insides. As his cock stirred around in her box, 
she began gasping with renewed excitement. There were so many things getting 
her hot and pushing her desires to the breaking point. 

The cock drilling hard and fast up her tight little pussy was foremost. She 
wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world-not even a million 
dollars. To be fucked by this stud was her only goal in life. That was all 
she wanted. His prick was a holy relic. And it was embedded deep in the 
shrine of her juicy twat. She couldn't ask for more. 

But there were other things arousing her, getting her strung out sexually. 

The idea that she might be discovered added immensely to her sexual thrills. 
She wondered what all her friends would say. Caught fucking the captain of 
the football team in the men's locker room! She could almost see the picture 
in her mind. 

The powerful jock stroked back and forth, his dork vanishing repeatedly into 
her blonde pussy. Her labia opened obscenely to kiss and caress and then 
swallow his prick. And her face was contorted in the ecstasy of sex. Would 
she be caught by his team-mates? Would they stand and watch while he fucked 
her? Or would they want to join in? Would she be offered a dozen cocks for 
her tiny quim? 

She shivered thinking about that. 

The setting alone was enough to get her hot. The thought of fucking in bed 
with the lights turned out bored her, even though she'd never really done 
it. She liked seeing what was happening. Feeling, seeing, hearing-that was 
where it was at. 

His cock started retreating from the tight sheath of her cunt. She tried to 
hold him inside her by clamping down hard with her stomach muscles. The 
expression on his face as her pussy walls collapsed around his dong made her 
even hotter. 

He realized what was happening. He had fucked into a velvet-lined vise. And 
the vise had been put in a furnace. Hot, tight-he had never felt a twat more 
exciting in his life! 

"God, chickie, you . . . you sure eat up, a man with that cunt of yours!" 

"So feed me. Feed my little pussy all your tasty cock!" 

"Ummmm, Jesus! Tight! Ungh!" 

He rammed forward and smashed into her pussy mound. Buried to the hilt, his 
breath was momentarily knocked from him. Sweat was pouring off his face. 
Fucking had never been like this before. He had to hurry. But he wanted to 
enjoy it, too. He wanted to fuck her like she deserved. But if he was 
caught... 

He pulled out and fucked even harder into her gripping cunt. He didn't seem 
to be able to ball her hard or fast enough. The blonde bitch kept demanding 
more, deeper, harder, faster. 

Trying his damnedest, he felt his cock beginning to glow from the heat of 
friction. He was fucking like a machine. His hips surged back and forth like 
a berserk freight train on rails. He clutched at her boobs for support. 
Finding them to be encased in bra, he moved around until he could grip a 
double handful of ass flesh. 

Lifting her pert little bottom off the bench allowed him to fuck even deeper 
up her pussy. She was moaning constantly now. He knew she was wanting more, 
but the little animal noises she was muttering hinted that she might get 
it-soon. If he tried hard enough. If his cock was up to the task of pleasing 
her demanding pussy. 

He felt his balls tighten up on him. In a compressed little sphere, his 
balls began to churn and boil. His cock was already superheated from his 
fast fucking of her blonde snatch. She arched her back as he crammed his 
dick into her and found himself plunging even farther up her lust channel. 

Squeezing on the globes of her ass, he began trying to stimulate her that 
way, too. She seemed insatiable. He'd never fucked a chick like her before. 
No matter what he did, she begged for more, ever more cock. 

"Yess, oh, God, Jesus God! I. . . Aaaaaiiiieeee!" 

She came. 

And when she did, he almost stumbled. He'd been thrusting hard and fast into 
her belly. His fiery red dong was vanishing between the pink sex lips so 
fast, he was sure it was being burned off deep inside that humid cavern. 

The pressure of her slippery cunt walls all around his cock was the ultimate 
sexual thrill for him. He'd thought her twat was tight before. Now it 
clamped down on him like a hangman's noose. He felt his entire cockshaft 
being crushed. 

The pressure caused an electric thrill to race the length of his dong. The 
tiny sexual spark ignited the powder keg in his balls. And he exploded. His 
cum raced the length of his cock to splatter along the still convulsing 
walls of her pussy. 

He pumped out spurt after mighty spurt of his jism. He tried to tear her 
apart with his dork. He crammed himself as deep as he could. Fucking wildly, 
he continued his uncontrollable hip action until every last drop of sperm 
and semen had been milked from his cock. 

He lowered her ass to the bench, noticing a tiny puddle of cunt juice and 
cum. No longer caring about such things, he let his prick slip from her joy 
hole. Depleted, it hung limp as a snake between his legs. 

"Dammit, girl, I don't know why you came in here.. 

"I do. I came because of your lovely cock. You're no slouch when it comes to 
balling. That prick must be a good eight inches long." 

"Seven," he said in a choked voice. "But that's not it. I... look, let's, 
uh, continue later on. Somewhere else. You know. Anywhere as long as you get 
the hell out of here now." 

Jackie smiled. She had found herself a source of prick. But she was feeling 
perverse. She didn't move from the bench. She kept her snatch open wide. 
From the nervous expression on Fred's face, she could tell it was having the 
desired effect. He couldn't take his eyes off her blonde-furred pussy with 
the lewdly grinning sex lips. 

But he wasn't about to stick around, either. Getting kicked off the football 
team was a fate worse then death for him. 

"Look. Get the hell out before ..." 

"Before what, Freddie boy?" came a laughing voice. 

Jackie turned on the bench and saw another jock standing in the doorway, 
helmet under his arm. He probably hadn't seen them fucking but there was no 
doubt he was getting an eyeful now. She-started to pull down her skirt, then 
thought better of it. 

She would let him see all he wanted. Her cum-drenched little pussy might 
just turn him on, too. And she was still feeling horny. A quickie just 
didn't satisfy her sexual needs. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Jackie said to the newcomer, "What about it, guy? You game for a little 
action? Or is the rest of the team on the way down here?" 

The thought of having an entire team screw her sent tiny shivers of 
anticipation up and down her spine. She pulled herself up from the 
uncomfortable bench and stared boldly at the other football player. It was 
taking the girl a little while to realize just how brazen she was becoming. 
A month ago, she would never have considered doing anything like this. 

Even a few days prior, she would have thought it perverted and absolutely 
obscene to proposition a guy like she was doing now. But since the party, 
since Steve, since balling her brother, things had changed with her. - 

Thoughts got all jumbled up in her head. All she could concentrate on was 
screwing. Nothing else seemed to stick for very long. No matter what the 
subject was, she sooner or later came around to how she could get laid. It 
was becoming an obsession with her. 

The' word "nymphomaniac" was in her vocabulary but she was certain that 
didn't apply to her. Everything she'd read told her nymphos didn't enjoy 
sex. They were simply driven to fuck their brains out. 

She enjoyed the hell out of fucking. 

"So what's your name?" 

The newcomer stood staring at her golden snatch momentarily vanished under 
her short skirt. 

"I, uh, my name's Jim. And I see our beloved team-captain's been down here 
in the locker room working up some new plays when I thought he was just 
farting around." 

"Can it, dip-shit," snarled Fred. "What about the rest of the guys? Are they 
gonna be down here any time soon?" 

"Nope. The coach decided to make them do ten around the field. They'll still 
be running when hell freezes over." 

"Good," said Jackie, licking her lips in anticipation. She could feel the 
need deep in her cunt once more. And then the idea hit her that she had two 
studs available. Two of them willing to do just about anything to get their 
rocks off. 

Fred seemed to guess what she had in mind. He looked over at Jim, saying, 
"How about it, team mate? Two on one suit you?" 

"Huh? Oh, hell yes! You bet. Lemme get the damned pants off." His fingers 
flew as he unlaced his pants. And his jock strap was in the same condition 
as Fred's had been-stretched to the limit with his fully erect cock. 

This time Jackie wasn't going to be content with just one cock in her. She 
wanted both of them. At the same time. As Jim was stripping off his football 
jersey, she was skinning out of her sweater, dropping her short skirt and 
tossing her bra after it. 

Her body made both boys gasp. They couldn't believe this was happening to 
them. Gloriously naked, she seemed to gleam in the pale light of the locker 
room. Her golden fleece was matted with sweat and Fred's jism but that 
didn't detract from her beauty. If anything, it heightened it. 

They simple stared at her. Her knockers were firm and high up on her chest. 
The nipples were slightly curved, as if pointing out something more 
interesting on the ceiling. But there was nothing up there that intrigued 
the two studs as much as what lay lower on the teenager's slim body. 

Her navel was a shadowy depression in the middle of a snowy white plain. And 
just below this was her golden triangle of pussy mound. Her snatch was 
perfectly outlined by her creamy white legs. Her satiny skin was the ideal 
frame around her crotch. The trim, tapering legs were spread just wide 
enough apart that both men got the idea this was one horny bitch and she was 
willing to fuck like a rabbit. 

"Christ on a crutch," mumbled Jim. "I never say..." 

"... anything so goddamn sexy," Fred finished for him. 

"I feel like a little shower. How about you boys?" She turned, wiggled her 
pert ass and then strode off to the showers. They could only watch her go. 
Her tits swayed slightly. They weren't the huge, pendulous blobs some chicks 
sported, but they weren't small either. They were ample-sized to pleasure 
any man, even a tit fancier. 

She paused, looking back over her shoulder at them. Her eyelids were half 
closed as if in anticipation of something incredibly sexy. She motioned to 
them, then laughed loud and clear at their haste to join her. 

"No need to rush, boys. Not unless you're, uh, having troubles controlling 
yourselves. 

"Fuck that!" 

"Why not fuck me?" she suggested. 

"What you want, Fred? Front or back door?" Jim's cock was obviously paining 
him. The way it was throbbing, he might blow his wad at any instant. He was 
eager to get it in some hot female flesh before that happened. 

"Been a long time since I buggered a chick. What about it, doll? You want my 
prick corn-holing you?" 

Jackie looked down and saw he'd already gotten his erection back. And his 
dick was still slippery with her cunt juice. The added lubrication would 
help her out. Her asshole didn't provide the flowing fountain of fuck fluids 
that her twat did. She agreed to try. 

He wasted no time in sidling up behind her. His hands readied around and 
gripped her tits. He pulled her back so that his prong firmly entered the 
deep canyon between her ass cheeks. She sighed as his dick worked its way to 
the bottom of that humid canyon. She totally surrounded his prick with her 
meaty slabs of buttock. 

Wiggling her hips slightly gave a twist to his pecker that brought a moan of 
pleasure to his lips. 

"Damn but you're a horny bitch! Lemme ... lemme get it, then you can mount 
up, old buddy." 

Jim made a mocking bow as he waited for his team captain to stuff his cock 
all the way up the wanton slut's asshole. 

She gasped as the rounded nosecone of his prick firmly pressed into her anal 
muscle. Her anus was a tight ring of muscle, totally unwilling to let 
anything in. No matter how much she tried to relax, she couldn't get her 
anal sphincter to cooperate. And then it wasn't necessary for her to try and 
go along with it. 

A steady pressure forced the glans of his prong into her asshole. She gasped 
with pain as the cunt-juice-slimy dong squirted into her rectum. One 
instant, just the head of his pecker was inside her anus. A powerful surge 
of his hips sent his cock all the way up her spine. 

She was jolted all the way to the top of her head. Tossing her head from 
"side to side, she began a low moaning that simply told how much her body 
was experiencing. 

"Like it, huh, cunt?" he muttered as his hands stroked over her ass. He 
began working the twin globes of ass-flesh back and forth. Kneading them 
like bread, he tried to rip them from her body. 

"Oh, God, God! Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me ass! Don't just stand there! 
Really bugger me if you're going to!" 

"So? All right!" 

And he rammed another inch up her ass. Pulling out made the girl think he 
was going to suck her guts out behind his cock. The vacuum formed in her 
bowels was intense. And then he was plugging her rectum full of hard, 
throbbing prick again. Over and over he fucked her ass. 

She felt his hairy thighs pressing firmly into her tender skinned ass. Her 
rear began to twitch as she fell into the rhythm of his fucking. Then she 
was shoving her hips back in an attempt to get even more dick up her rear. 

The fires in her body were burning brightly. Her cunt was drooling out its 
juices all down her leg. This wasn't missed by the other man. 

"Lemme turn on the shower and then climb on!" 

She gasped as the water smashed into her body. Her tits were especially 
sensitive. The hot water threatened to scald her fair skin. But she wasn't 
in the direct blast of the jetting water long. The other boy moved, put his 
hands on the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs a little wider, then 
entered her. 

There was a brief moment when she felt his cock pressing against her pussy 
lips. Then he was surging hard and fast all the way up her twat. She had two 
cocks in her at the same time! 

He began a slow, rhythmic fucking of her cunt. He didn't seem to be in any 
hurry. He diddled with her clit occasionally. The lightest touch on her 
go-button sent an icy jab of delight all the way into her belly. She was 
really up for this. Her nerve endings were ultra-sensitive and highly 
responsive to the fucking. 

The water cascading down on the trio added a new dimension to the screwing. 
Having one man up her asshole and another in her cunt, both fucking her 
silly, was new for the girl. But the water seemed to be the single thing she 
was most amazed at. 

Tiny needles hit and stung and stimulated. No matter how she would turn, 
there would always be a jet of steamy hot water smashing tiny fists into her 
body. And she loved it. She felt her body coming more alive, more 
responsive, more able to fully enjoy the benefits of the dual fucking. 

"Keep going, damn you! I need your fuckin' cocks all the way!" she screamed. 
Tossing her head from side to side sent a shower of water in all directions. 
Her honey blonde hair had taken on new highlights as it had gotten wet. But 
neither of the men really noticed how lovely she was. How pale and golden 
and like an angel with a watery halo of blonde hair. 

All they were interested in was between her legs. Their cocks were driving 
hard and deep into her completely wanton, totally willing body. One dork was 
ramming all the way up her back passage. She'd never had a cock there 
before. The initial pain of inner membranes stretching and pulling quickly 
receded as she adapted to the huge prick. 

It seemed to be stroking her inner fires. She was being completely gutted by 
the passions erupting in her body from having her ass fucked. A stray, 
incoherent thought passed through her mind. If she were being pissed on, 
this would be water sports with Greek culture and being fucked, all rolled 
into one. 

The thought made her shiver, it was so kinky. Just a short while ago she 
would have puked at the thought. It would have totally revolted her. And 
here she was with two of the biggest studs around, letting one bugger her 
while the other drilled his pecker into her juicy quim. 

Times had changed-fast. 

"Keep going, damn you. Don't stop. And don't slow down!" 

"Shit, Fred. I think she's going to burn my cock to a nubbin. There ain't 
gonna be nothing left if I keep up this pace." 

Fred only grunted. 

"Hey, let's you and me do this right. Cooperate. Team work. You pull out 
while I'm in. We can get . her coming and going." 

"Mostly coming, I hope. The team's going to be here damn quick." 

"Fuck the team. I wanna fuck her!" 

"Call it, then. And be quick about it. I... I don't know how much longer I 
can keep fucking her this hard." 

"Okay, guy, out!" 

She felt the prick up her twat slip out. The plum-tipped end of his cock 
stayed in her sex lips. But that was it. But she wasn't lonely. The cock up 
her asshole was buried balls deep. 

Wiggling her curvy bottom, she could feel his balls slapping against her 
rear. Squeezing down, she could feel the huge pillar of cockmeat entering 
her anus. And deep inside her rectum was the broad arrowhead of his dong. 
The tissue of the channel through her ass was tight, spring, resilient. 

It was like rubber glove all around the cock. 

She could feel every small detail of the contour of his dick. It was dancing 
around madly. She knew he was having a hard time controlling his cum. It 
must be burning fiercely in the tiny sac right now. And she wasn't making it 
any easier for him. Doing her best, her buttocks tried to crush all life out 
of his prong. 

She squeezed and massaged ' and wiggled and twisted. His cock felt as if it 
were being pulled out by the roots. And hot! Her ass was so hot he was sure 
he would be burned to a cinder. Fucking in and out of her back passage 
generated enough friction to bum off the cunt juice that had been coating 
his dick. 

Now each and every excursion all the way up her tightest passage was an 
endurance contest. He tried to hold back the tide of his jism. It churned 
and, tumbled his nuts around in their furry little bag. Wanting to bring the 
chick off first became something of a point of honor. He'd show her what it 
meant to be really butt fucked! 

Just as he was losing his battle, he heard the command, "Out!" 

The girl moaned as the cock left her anus. For a brief instant, her cunt and 
asshole were empty. Then a pecker came surging up her cunt. It buried itself 
all the way up her twat. And once there, it began stirring around like a rod 
in a pot. 

The back-and-forth fucking continued until she felt so weak and rubbery in 
the knees she would have collapsed if it hadn't been for the two men 
supporting her. In the front, the huge cock reaming out her twat held her 
upright. And from the rear, another driving prick kept her from falling 
down. 

She was being worked over by a pair whose trademark was teamwork. Everything 
they did was planned. In and out, her asshole or cunt was never neglected. 

And the water falling on her body made her feel stimulated and drained at 
the same time. It was an odd sensation, but one she couldn't stop to 
analyze. There was too much going on-and into-her cunt and rear. 

"Let's do it at the same time," one of the men called to the other. 

A grunt was all the answer he got. She could tell both men were reaching the 
point of no return. 

Their cocks were probably burning with desire now. After the frantic fucking 
that had been going on, it couldn't be any other way. 

When both pricks smashed into her at the same time, she almost fainted. She 
thought that was something for the gothic romances. Fainting heroines had 
always seemed ridiculous to her. Especially when they fainted from a little 
fucking. 

Now she knew the truth. Two dicks driving hard into her body at the same 
time sent waves of passion smashing into her body. She was barely able to 
control it all. Her cunt burned, her asshole screamed for more. The feelings 
were building up as fast in her taut body as in the two men's dongs. 

"Hey, I can feel your prick!" 

"Yeah, through her guts. This is really something, you know?" 

She knew what they were talking about. Deep inside her body, their cocks 
were almost touching. All that separated the two dongs was a thin, 
rubber-like inner membrane. Her guts were being rearranged to take the 
mighty thrusts of both prongs. 

"God, this is great! I feel like I can fuck forever!" 

His cock throbbed with extra lust as he rubbed the underside against the 
other man's dong. The surgeon glove-tight fit of her ass all around his cock 
was great. Better than he would have imagined. And the heat seething from 
her insides was enough to cause his blood to boil-with lust. 

But the biggest come-on was fucking the girl at the same time his team mate 
was. Through her inner tissues, their dongs pressed close. The dancing and 
quivering and jerking of one's cock stimulated the other. They were not only 
fucking a beautiful blonde chick, they were giving each other a real 
turn-on. 

He pulled out of her asshole, letting his dork rest for a second. The heavy 
slabs of ass-flesh on each side of his cock made him aware of how tight her 
ass really was. When he had started fucking up her rear, the pressure from 
those meaty slabs had seemed to be a lot. Now it was nothing compared to the 
clinging, clutching, steamy shit chute. 

He grunted as he drove his cock back into her hungering guts. The way she 
was writhing around, bucking and struggling passionately, told him all he 
needed to know. She was really getting off on this triple decker sandwich. 

Cock, asshole, cunt and cock. He amended it to a four-decker sandwich with 
just three people. 

That was a combination he didn't think could be beat. And the way his dong 
was feeling, he didn't think he'd ever be able to come up with anything 
nearly as exciting again. 

He went hurtling into her rectum with all the force in his body. His hips 
jerked forward snapping his cock straight out like an arrow from a bow. He 
felt his balls bang against the curve of her bottom. But the most sensation 
from the chick was the tight ring of muscle around her asshole. 

It was like a hangman's noose. She could clamp down and totally cut him off. 
Her anus seemed to reluctantly accept the huge length of cock sailing up the 
rear way. She was relaxed enough to let him fuck her butt without any 
struggle. But the tightness of the passage was having its effect on him. 

As he pulled out, his hips went berserk. No Ion able to hold his lust in 
check, he began to wildly fuck her bottom. His peter burning with the 
friction of fucking, he felt the white-hot tide of jism rushing out his 
prong. He creamed all over the inside of her rectum, giving her the most 
erotic enema ever. 

The rush of his seed into her rear brought off the girl. She shrieked and 
felt her body convulsed with orgasm. She soared up on the end of his cock as 
he wantonly fucked her butt. As the intense sensation was slipping away from 
her, she knew he was no longer up her ass. 

His cock had wilted. But the one drilling up her cunt was still very much in 
the picture. 

Her body demanded another cum. Now. At that very instant. 

She gripped the man fucking her twat so enthusiastically, arms around his 
neck for support. Her back arched and her hips shot out. She presented her 
snatch to the man as openly as she could. She wanted as much of his 
delicious cock up her twat as she could get. 

But still it wasn't enough for the cum-hungry teenager. She relaxed and her 
body collapsed around the upward driving piston of cock. She was firmly 
impaled on that spike of pleasure. 

He groaned, feeling the shock all the way through his balls. Her cunt was 
juicy with lust, hot with desire. He couldn't stand fucking this 
virgin-tight twat much longer. His body was going to betray him. Try as he 
might, he couldn't hold back the surge of his jism. 

Erupting like a volcano, he fountained out his cum into her gaping manhole. 
His hips bucked and drove hard for the ultimate climax. He was totally lost 
in his orgasm. 

The girl twisted and hunched back and forth, stirring his rod inside her. As 
the jism squirted into her twat, she came again. The superheated cum had set 
off her second orgasm. 

As she clung limply to the man, she noticed that she was sweating. In spite 
of the water from the shower, she was hot and tired and perspiring so much, 
she idly wondered if she should take salt tablets. 

Then her mind began to erase the fog of lust and she was thinking more 
clearly. She realized she'd just been screwed by two men, one up her ass and 
the other up her quim. And that the rest of the football team would be down 
here in a few minutes. 

Jackie said, her voice trembling, "I suppose you two want me to split right 
now?" 

Fred looked at the golden splotch of her pussy mound. "You've done a hell of 
a lot of splitting, I'd say. Hell, your beaver must be split about as much 
as possible." 

"What's with you two sex fiends?" demanded Jim. "Yeah, baby doll, get your 
sweet little ass out of here or we'll have all our asses in slings." 

Jackie smiled sweetly, then grabbed a towel draped over the railing. "I 
guess it is time I got home. Lots to do . . . before bedtime." 

"Shit! I just don't believe her," Fred said to Jim. 

But Jackie was already getting into her clothes. As she slipped out the back 
way, there was a loud clanking of many cleats on concrete. The team had 
finally finished its workout. 

She walked away, a dull throb in her ass and cunt. But she couldn't help 
wondering what it would have been like to pull a train eleven men long. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jackie went around the school for the next two weeks looking for a man-a- 
real man who could tire her out. She found her sex drive was so much greater 
than any of the ... kids ... in the school, it was almost pathetic. 

She couldn't believe all these so-called studs were one-timers. Every now 
and then, she found one who could screw a couple times. But he usually fell 
asleep right after they'd finished making love. She was certain the grounds 
of Walter Williams Memorial High School contained one certified, Grade A 
cocksman like her brother. 

But she didn't find him. 

All the . . . kids . . . were merely adequate. There wasn't the flair, the 
vitality, the stamina she required in a man. She sighed as she thought she 
might have started out with the best. 

Where was she to go if her brother had been the best there was? Jackie 
realized Dennis wouldn't be around too much longer. And after that first 
night when she had been mostly stoned and confused, they really hadn't 
gotten it on any more. 

Sure, she'd sucked him off a couple times. And he'd shown her what it meant 
to really have her pussy eaten out, but they hadn't really screwed. He 
seemed uptight over it. 

Jackie knew there had to be a solution to her problem. She just couldn't 
think of what it might be. 

As she was walking home, she passed near the freeway. Sometimes she would 
stand on the overpass and watch the cars and trucks go racing by under her. 
The trucks, of course, paid no attention at all to the speed limits. The 
truckers did what they wanted. She thought about all the modern day folklore 
about truckers. Independent men. Strong men, men of iron in an age of 
plastic. 

Seeing an eighteen wheeler rumble by on its way-where?-she had the brief 
fantasy of being a trucker. Being in the cab pushing hard for the coast. For 
some really neat place. Anywhere she could find a guy who was halfway good 
as a lover. 

Another truck raced by, causing the air to sizzle with the speed of its 
passage. She watched as it vanished down the highway. 

Truckers. 

The beginnings of an idea started gnawing at the comers of her Drain. She 
wondered if they were as big studs as they were supposed to be. And if they 
were, how could she find out? 

They had to be a hell of a lot better at screwing than the boys in her 
school. They were all eager, frisky as colts and about as well coordinated. 
What she wanted was a prize stallion-with the balls to match. 

A trucker. 

The idea began to grow in her mind. If she could find a couple of them, she 
could see just how good they were. There was no way they could be worse than 
some of the kids she had tried out. 

She went home and immediately sought out her brother. Dennis knew about all 
sorts of things. He could put her in touch with the right people. Or tell 
her how to find them. 

"Hey, Dennis, hi! Got a question to ask you." 

"Sure, Sis. What you need? I mean, beside the normal horny girl's answer to 
horniness?" 

"I was wondering about the truckers. You know, out on the highway. What's it 
like in one of those rigs? The big ones? What are the men like who drive 
'em?" 

Dennis shrugged. "Beats me. I never really hung around with any truckers. 
About as close as I ever came was fooling around with a CB radio." 

"CB radio? What's that got to do with anything?" 

"Most all the truckers have CBs. Keeps them awake on the long runs. And it 
also lets them talk to each other about where the cops are, bad road, stuff 
like that." 

"But they talk to each other?" She thought she knew how to get in touch with 
the truckers now. If what Dennis was saying was true, this could be the 
jackpot. 

"Sure. You interested in listening to some of it? I still have the CB hooked 
up in my car. Let's go take a listen for a while. And I'll show you how to 
use the radio." 

His car had seen better days. A '65 Chevy, it was still in good running 
condition even it was rusted along the frame and more than a little 
battered. Even though she'd seen it a million times, the antenna poking out 
of the trunk lid had never meant anything to her. 

In the car, Dennis flipped on a switch and began twisting a knob. She 
started paying attention in time to hear, "... and this is the channel 
selector. You can go up and down the frequencies-they're all set for you 
with a crystal inside the radio-and find one you like." 

"And the mike? You just press the button and talk?" 

"Right. Hey, here's a good one." 

The air crackled with static and the voice of a trucker talking to another 
too far away to be picked up. Jackie listened in fascination for a while, 
then shook her head. 

"I don't understand a lot of what he was saying. Is this some kind of 
foreign language or something?" 

"Most of them have handles. Nicknames they use on the air. And all the rest 
is fairly logical. Just a bit far-fetched for you if you don't know. Like a 
bear is a cop. Ever see the silly Smokey the Bear hats the state troopers 
wear?" 

"Yeah. A bear," she mused. "It sort of makes sense, Mind if I fool around 
with this gadget for a while? It sort of intrigues me." 

He gave her a funny look, then shrugged. "Okay by me. Just remember to turn 
off the ignition before you split. Don't want the battery run down on me." 

"No problem, brother dear." 

She was already busy absorbing the words of the truckers like a sponge soaks 
up water. It was obvious this was the answer she had been looking so hard 
for. It was a ready made introduction to-who knows? 

Jackie waited until Dennis left. Then she began twisting the selector dial 
until she found a likely sounding channel. Deep bass voices boomed forth 
interspersed with static. x 

Summoning up her courage, she pressed the button on the microphone and 
broadcast, "Hello out there. This is ..." She paused. A handle, her brother 
had said. A nickname to use on the air. It'd have to be something that would 
attract attention-the right kind of attention. She continued, "This is Pussy 
Lips. Any of you big truckers out there?" 

Some static and then the reply, "Hey, Pussy Lips. This is Big Dick. What's 
your 10-20?" 

10-20? There was obviously a lot Dennis hadn't bothered to tell her. She 
faked it, "Where are you?" 

"I asked first, Pussy Lips. Old Big Dick's been on the boulevard for too 
long. Need a rest. Rest and recreation, copy?" 

"Sure do, Big Dick," she answered. Her inside quaked with the thought of 
what this man might be like. From the sound of his voice, she knew he had to 
be a bear of a man. A big man, she hastily amended. A bear was a cop. This 
CB lingo would take some getting used to. 

"So how about making a pickup? Is that a 10-4?" 

"Sounds like a winner to me. Where?" 

"I'm ten miles outside town and moving fast. Ill be on the side next to the 
'You're entering' sign. Copy?" 

"How will I know you, Big Dick?" 

"You just answered your own question, Pussy 

Lips. My big dick. That ain't my handle for nothing." 

"What's your rig like, Big Dick?" 

"Got a banner saying 'Hawser Trucking' on the side. Big red and green 
letters. The bastard's a real showoff. Ill have some green stamps waiting, 
Pussy Lips. Better be good. Till then, threes and eights." 

"Threes and eights to you, Big Dick," Jackie answered, not knowing what she 
was saying. She sighed as she turned the CB off. This was getting pretty 
heavy. Should she really go out and screw some horny trucker? 

The answer from her body was eloquent. The dull ache in her cunt turned into 
a raging need. She had to have some cock. She just wasn't getting enough 
from the boys around school. And she'd started this little joy ride to see 
if she couldn't get a better supply of the one commodity that wasn't 
available to her in big enough quantity: cock. 

She drove down the street and onto the freeway, and was soon at the city 
limits. A group of trucks were pulled off at the side of the road, but only 
one was labeled like Big Dick had told her. 

Inwardly shaking, she parked the car and went over to the truck. The rig 
seemed abandoned. She wondered what happened to the driver when she saw a 
curly head poking up from the rear of the cab. Climbing up on the side, she 
peered in. The entire back of the cab was a small bunk. 

She smiled, thinking how convenient this was going to be. She'd figured 
maybe a blow job at the best. Fucking in a car wasn't all it was cracked up 
to be. She'd done it several times at the drive-in and it was always more a 
joke than a turn-on. Knees and legs and arms and cocks and cunts were never 
in the proper positions. 

But this! This was ideal. It wasn't a big bunk, true. But how much room did 
she really need? Just enough to lean back and get her legs spread. That 
would be all! 

She rapped lightly on the door and a bull-throated roar came from inside the 
cab, "Dammit, climb in!" 

She did. 

And saw Big Dick. If his prick lived up to the rest of his body, it was an 
appropriate nickname. He was massive. His shoulders would have looked good 
on a pro football player. His wrists were thick, this hands strong. And yet 
there was a curiously soft look about his eyes. They were a watery blue, 
slightly bloodshot, but gentle. 

"So you're Pussy Lips, huh? Climb on in so I can climb on! I gotta get this 
rig movin' again in a half hour. Don't want to be late. Time contract on the 
delivery." 

"You sure talk a lot," Jackie said, pulling off her jacket. Her tits 
impudently pressed against the soft fabric of her blouse. It was instantly 
obvious to the man she wasn't wearing a bra. The tiny buttons poking against 
the cloth couldn't be anything but nipples-nipples slowly growing as she 
undressed. 

"Hell with talk. I wanna screw." 

He pulled off his pants in a movement so smooth that the girl knew he'd done 
it many times in the cramped space. She was struggling with her blouse. 
Somehow her elbows kept banging against the walls.. And she couldn't figure 
out how she was ever going to get her jeans off. 

"Hell, chick, let me help you. Obvious you ain't been in a coffin very 
much." 

As he unbuttoned her blouse, she figured the best thing she could do was 
just let Big Dick do all the work. She sort of liked it that way. And his 
constant use of terms she didn't know convinced her that until her slang was 
better, she was better off staying quiet. 

She sighed and pressed forward as he opened her blouse. The feel of his big 
hands all over her tender tits sent tremors through her body. She'd been 
right doing this. For a horrible moment or two, she'd had doubts. No longer. 

He virtually lifted her off the hard bunk and slid her jeans from her hips. 
He was almost drooling with passion by the time he had her entirely naked. 
His heavy chest rose and fell much faster now. Obviously aroused, his hands 
even shook a little. 

She liked that. This was going to be fun. 

Reaching out, she unzipped his fly. A huge pillar of cock snapped out and 
into her hand. It was like opening a switchblade knife. The heavy male 
bludgeon was larger than any cock she'd ever seen in her life. She could 
barely wrap her fingers around the girth. And the length was easily nine 
inches. 

Having this shoved up her twat would be sheer heaven! 

"God, it's biiiiiig!" she exclaimed. "I never ..." 

"... saw any prick this big," he finished for her. "That's what they all 
say. And just wait till you feel it in your pussy. It'll be even bigger 
then. I promise it!" 

"Shut up and let's get on with it!" 

Big Dick didn't complain. He promptly took her suggestion and carried her 
back to the bunk, his mass pressing her firmly down. , Spreading her legs, 
she let the man position himself between smooth thighs. She moaned softly as 
she felt the coarse denim jeans rubbing against her legs. Then she shrieked 
out in joy as the heavy prick battered against her pussy lips. 

It was broad, fleshy and entirely erect by the time he began pushing into 
her. There was a liquid noise as his cock slowly entered her twat and 
started up her love channel. She shrieked again. His dong was even larger 
than she'd thought. 

The teenager knew he was ripping her apart. His cock was too big to fit into 
her tight little cunt! She was just recently a virgin. She couldn't take a 
real man's cock! Not yet. Not so soon after her first sexual experience! 

But she didn't have any choice. She couldn't escape. Her legs were lifted up 
on each side of the man's ponderous body. And he was spearing far up her 
quim. There wasn't anywhere she could go. She had to let him tear her apart 
with that monster cock of his! 

Groaning, she took the entire prick. He didn't ram hard into her. He must 
have known how big he was, felt how small her twat was. Her cunt began to 
ache, then hurt as her pussy walls were stretched to the breaking point 
around his dork. Then she was able to relax a little. Like rubber, her cunt 
was taking care of itself. It was expanding. It was taking in the huge male 
invader. 

"Big, ain't it? Real big!" 

"Shiiiit," she moaned, "I never felt. .. oh, I... umm ... I never felt 
anything that big in me before!" 

"You like it, huh? You're gonna love this!" 

He twisted his hips a little and corkscrewed the final inch up her cunt. She 
gasped, her world spinning wildly around her. Her legs began to move back 
and forth. Feeling a little like a butterfly, she tried to press her legs 
flat on each side of her body. 

And it was the man's turn to gasp. He'd already found she had an impossibly 
tight cunt. But now... now, she was collapsing the very walls around him. 
She was crushing him just as surely as if she'd put his pecker into a vise 
and started turning the handle. The jaws clamped down on his cock, but they 
were soft, velvety jaws. Jaws well-greased with her cunt juice. Jaws- that 
were tender and loving. 

He managed to pull back out of that hot, steamy manhole. 

"Damn, no wonder you thought I was extra-big. You're a fucking virgin!" 

"No virgin, Big Dick. Just. .. tight!" 

"Well, I'll take care of that! You'll have a floppy, loose cunt by the time 
I finish fucking you!" 

His mighty body rocketed forward. She screamed in pain and pleasure as his 
peter slammed all the way into her belly. Her entire world was filled with 
the friction of his entry, the way he pulled her out of shape. And she loved 
it, needed it. She had to be fucked like this. It made her feel like a 
woman. 

Without his mighty cock drilling hard into her pussy, she was nothing. She 
was a cavity waiting to be filled, an answer with a question. With that cock 
in her, she was everything. Nothing was beyond her. Every human sensation 
was hers for the asking. 

And all because of the prick running back and forth in her twat. She needed 
it like a junkie needs dope. She was becoming a sex junkie. There wasn't 
anything she wouldn't do to get cock and lots of it. 

She started responding, giving him as much as she was getting in return. Her 
legs moved back and forth so that her cunt would grip and work on his dork. 
The pliant flesh of her pussy completely surrounded his cock. She could feel 
the dancing dick buried in her loins. The huge blue vein on the top of his 
rod stood out in bold relief. And when she started using her stomach 
muscles, she was amazed at how full she was filled with his dick. 

The man was huge! 

And he was fucking her with a faster, and faster rhythm. There wasn't 
anything jerky about his movements. His hips worked like pistons. His cock 
scored far up her twat with every forward motion. And he was stimulating her 
to the breaking point. 

She hadn't thought it was possible for her to get so hot so fast. But the 
man was doing it to her. The warmth spreading like melted butter through her 
body told of better things to come. And it wasn't long. 

Soon, she was arching her back, legs wrapped around his waist. There seemed 
no other way she could take him as far up her cunt as she desired. She had 
to have more-had to be fucked harder. 

The world began to slip away from her. All that was left was between her 
legs. His cock fucking her was all important. She concentrated on it, on the 
feelings it generated in her. Eyes closed, her head was tossing from side to 
side. Her hands gripped at the man's arms for support. Her legs convulsively 
squeezed his hips. Everything she could do to get him even farther up her 
twat, she did. 

He came on strong. He was panting hard but didn't tire. His cock seemed to 
be the size of i telephone pole. He was using it like a magician uses a 
magic wand. And with the same results. He was conjuring from her the most 
intense fires of lust ir her belly she'd ever felt. There was no escaping 
his probing cock-as if she wanted to escape! 

She wanted more! 

Driving hard into her blonde snatch, the mar was soon covered with a thin 
sheen of sweat. He'd never felt a cunt this tight or hot before. He totally 
filled her to overflowing with his man-meat. He was big. He knew it. But 
he'd never found a chick who could squeeze down on him like this blonde 
biter was doing. 

She used her stomach muscles to trap his cock whenever he made a deep 
excursion into her quim But she wasn't up to fucking with anyone this well 
hung. He was simply too big for her, too good wit! his cock. 

She came. 

Making small animals noises deep in her throat her hips bucking and 
hunching, she came. He held on and fucked harder. Just as she was slipping 
of: the edge of one cum, he sent her hurtling into the air with another. His 
dong was relentless. It pushed past her pussy lips and fucked far up into 
her twat 

She came another time. And another. 

And the final time robbed the man of hi: stamina. He was feeling the effects 
to the fullest His cock seemed to inflate like a balloon. He was growing 
bigger inside the compressed tunnel of he sex. 

And then he erupted like a volcano. His lava-ho cum spewed forth into the 
girl's hungrily awaiting cunt. He felt her powerful muscles working all up 
and down his prick', milking him, sucking every last drop of jism from his 
balls. 

When his cock finally fell limp between his legs, he was as drained as his 
balls.. 

"Damn, Pussy Lips, your cunt's about the best thing to come my way in a 
helluva long time. You wouldn't want to take a quick trip out west, would 
you? A chick like you could sure keep me from fallin' asleep at the wheel. 
I'd be sporting a hard-on all the way thinking about this." 

He shoved a meaty finger up her cum-drenched blonde snatch. She wiggled her 
hips against his hand and purred like a contented kitten. 

"I don't think so. But, how about another go at it? Surely, a big man like 
you, Big Dick, isn't a one-shot artist?" 

"Hate to fuck and run, but I got to. But I'll catch you on the reverse. Just 
hang on channel 6 and I'll have my antenna out for your handle." 

"And I'll have mine out for your handle." 

She reached out and gripped his flaccid penis in her hand. Even limp, it was 
big, bigger than some of the high school studs she'd been fucking around 
with. This little venture had been just what she needed. And it had proven 
to her there were men in the world, men who could fuck her like she needed 
to be balled. 

"Better let go of my pleasure stick, and here, take this." 

He thrust a small roll of bills at her. Eyes widening in surprise, she 
asked, "What?" 

"Your green stamps, Pussy Lips. You sure as hell deserve every dime of it, 
too. Us truckers get ripped off. Ain't often a foxy one like you comes our 
way. Here. I got a roll in a couple minutes." 

Jackie started to get mad, then paused. He thought she was a hooker! He was 
actually offering her money! She should be mad, but in a way, she was 
pleased. He'd said she was better than the professionals working up and down 
the road. 

Silently, she took his money, tucked it in the waistband of her panties 
which seemed to please the man, then finished wiggling into her clothes. The 
coffin box was a damned inconvenient place to dress and undress, but it was 
a lot better than fucking in the backseat of a car. 

She climbed down the outside of the rig, then turned and waved to Big Dick. 

"Catch you on the reverse, Big Guy!" she called. 

"On the flip flop for sure, Pussy Lips. Bye!" 

And he was off in a clatter of wheels and a grinding of gears. 

Jackie could hardly believe this. He'd been hung like an elephant-and he'd 
given her money for doing something she would have done for free. It was 
going to be a good day. She could tell. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Jackie drove around until she found just the spot she was looking for. It 
was an overlook on the city. From this eagle's eye vantage point, she could 
see the highway stretching like a gray ribbon toward both sides of town. And 
from here, she could be anywhere along that highway in less than twenty 
minutes. 

This was the perfect place to set up shop. She was going hunting for 
truckers. 

Rubbing her crotch with fond memories of Big Dick, she wondered if all those 
men were as good-and big-as he was. It didn't seem possible. But there was 
only one way of finding out. She would have to sit and listen and wait. 

And when a likely sounding trucker came by, she'd proposition him. The money 
didn't matter to her. But it was nice, nevertheless. It made her feel as if 
her fucking was truly expert, appreciated. She could satisfy them without 
that much effort. She knew. She had been around enough to know. 

Turning on the CB radio, she leaned back, closed her eyes and listened. The 
static was pretty bad until she found the squelch control. A little dial 
twisting let her cut the background noise almost to nothing. And then the 
voices poured in, usually on top of each other. 

There was a lot of traffic today, a lot of people on the air. That meant 
just that many more for her to pick and choose from. 

She listened until the desire burning in her body wouldn't let her sit quiet 
any longer. She began to zero in on specific truckers. Cutting out the 
businessmen talking about building houses and getting "units" in off the 
street wasn't easy, but she did it. She had to. Her body was beginning to 
demand another good fucking. 

A buzz, a crackle, then, "Black Jack's looking for some action, over. Been 
seeing lots of pretty seat covers and have gotten hornier'n hell. Any takers 
out there?" 

"Hey there, Black Jack," she quickly answered. "This is Pussy Lips. What 
sort of action you looking for?" 

"My XYL hasn't been puttin' out for me lately. That's the kind of action, 
Pussy Lips. And with a handle like yours, you have to ask?" 

"Just checking, Black Jack. Let's get together. What's your 10-20?" 

She was pleased at the way she'd figured out a lot of the slang. She wasn't 
certain but she thought XYL" meant his wife-his ex-young lady. But that 
didn't matter as much to her as the prospect of finding a horny stud out 
there wanting some of the action she was willing to give. 

"Truckin' on in from the east. Eight miles high and flyin' low. You very big 
on green stamps?" 

"Best deal in town," she assured him. No need to tell him she'd fuck him for 
nothing. If he wanted to pay her, fine. The idea of getting money for 
something so much still made her laugh. But she wouldn't demand money from 
him. That's what a hooker would do. She wasn't a whore, just an over-sexed 
teenaged chick on the make. 

And she knew she'd just made another one when the radio crackled with, 
"Stopping off at the eat-um-up outside town. Just one County Mounty in 
sight. Other'n him, the place looks clean. Come on out!" 

"On my way, Black Jack. How'll I know you?" 

"Pussy Lips, don't you worry your pretty little head over that. You'll know 
Black Jack. Everybody knows Blackjack." 

"10-4 on that. Over and out." 

"You bet!" 

She quickly drove to the truck stop outside of town. She saw the sheriff's 
car parked in the lot alongside a half dozen other cop cars. It looked like 
a convention. But she disregarded them. They didn't bother her. She was 
hunting for something bigger-and better. 

She saw a semi off to one side of the parking lot. The black plumes of smoke 
coming from the exhaust made her think what Black Jack had said. Everybody 
knew him. Maybe that meant his rig was very smoky and billowed out those 
clouds of noxious fumes. 

There was only one way of finding out. Jackie went over to check it out for 
herself. 

She climbed up the outside of the rig and peered in. Another one with a 
coffin box in the back. She was in luck. The idea of screwing in the front 
seat of a cab didn't turn her on much. 

Jackie almost fell off when the hands gripped her taut buttocks from behind. 
The hand powerfully squeezed down on her ass and boosted her up a little 
bit. 

"You like what you see, honky?" 

She turned and looked down on a black. He was ebony, glistening in sunlight 
filtering do through the high clouds. She started to protest hi hands so 
familiarly on her butt when it struck he what Black Jack had said. 

Everyone knew him. ' 

This was Black Jack. She was sure of it. 

"Are you Black Jack? The one who was wantin a little, uh, company, after a 
hard haul?" 

"You're Pussy Lips?" 

He looked up at the blonde chick hanging on the side of his rig. He grinned 
broadly, white teeth shining in his black face. A blonde bitch hot an ready 
to fuck. He could dig it. The road didn't have a lot of chance for him to 
knock off a piece of ass. 

That made it hard for a stud like him real hard especially in the crotch. 

"You bet your sweet black ass." 

"In the cab." 

He helped her along with another squeeze on h firm ass. She felt a tremor go 
through her as she thought she'd really gotten herself into a fix this time. 
A black man! 

As the thought hit her, she realized he was jus like any other man. Or maybe 
better. All the girl talked about what it was like to get a licorice stick 
stuffed up their twat. None of them ever had, but they talked about it a 
lot. They all agreed black were the best studs around, bar none. 

But none of them had ever screwed one. 

Jackie smiled as she realized she'd be the first kid on her block to make it 
with a black dude. 

And the thought appealed to her immensely. She sprawled on the seat waiting 
for Black Jack to get into the cab. When he did, he sat behind the wheel for 
a few seconds, his eyes devouring her. They didn't merely undress her, they 
completely stripped the flesh from her bones. They made her feel more naked 
than ever before. 

And she loved it. 

Her twat began to sluggishly ooze out its joy juice. To have his prick 
driving long and black and steely into her tender cunt was just what she 
needed. 

"So get the clothes off, honky bitch. This black boy wants to see what he's 
getting." 

She started to crawl into the back of the cab and undress. His huge hand 
clamped on her shoulder and stopped her. 

"Where you going? Up here. In the front. I dig the idea of having some other 
stud come by and seeing me up here with a naked chick that looks as foxy as 
you." 

"Okay," she quickly agreed. This was the same trip as she'd been on in the 
locker room. It was kicky thinking anyone passing by out on the highway 
might look over and see this blonde teenager sitting in the front of a semi, 
naked, her blonde pussy gleaming with cunt juice. 

And a naked black fucking hell out of her. 

She got hotter just thinking about it. 

She hurriedly disposed of her clothes. Kicking free of her panties, she 
stretched her long legs in front of her, spreading them just a little bit. 
Her honey blonde bush gleamed like gold in the sunlight. And she could tell 
it had been a long time since Black Jack had gotten any. His cock was making 
such a huge mound in his jeans, she thought the seams would tear. 

"I like, I like. What turns you on, honky?" 

"You, Black Jack. You and the black fuck stick you have hidden here." 

Her hands drifted over and caressed his belly, then worked down to his fly. 
A metallic hiss and his cock was in her hand. She starting stroking up and 
down the ebony black length. It wasn't as large as Big Dick's prong, but 
then she'd never seen one that size before. She doubted if she would again 
until Big Dick came back through-on the flip flop. 

But Black Jack was well hung. She couldn't say anything bad about such a 
tasty looking prick. In fact, she couldn't resist stuffing it into her 
mouth. 

Leaning over, her hair wildly flying all around, she put her mouth on the 
very end of his dick. He gasped when her lips touched his glans. She 
breathed hot and heavy on his cockshaft to make sure it was as sensitive to 
her as it could get. 

From the way it kicked and bucked in her hand, it was. 

She took the glans entirely into her mouth. The musky tang of maleness 
assailed her nostrils. She sucked harder on his cock. She felt the prick 
begin to throb with a new vitality. He was virile, there was no denying 
that. And he was getting hotter for her by the minute. 

Finding it cramped in the cab, she worked her smoothly curved ass around to 
get a better shot at his cock. She found her legs pressing firmly against 
the gear shift levers. 

"Ummmm, I love it!" she exclaimed. "But I can't get my mouth over to it! 
What'll I do?" She wiggled her ass in the air to let him know her problem 
was serious. 

His large black hand went out and stroked over the cool, silky skin of her 
rear end. Her rump pressed firmly against the windshield. That wouldn't do. 
Not only might they really be interrupted, she wasn't able to get all of his 
prong into her mouth. 

"You could always fuck yourself on the shift knob," he said, joking. 

"Whatever you want!" 

"Hey, I didn't mean . .. oh, Jesus God!" 

He never finished his sentence. She'd managed to get her mouth firmly around 
his cock and was sucking hard enough to make her cheeks go hollow. 

For a moment, she found herself very uncomfortable. Her ass no longer 
protruded up into the air, white and naked and exposed to the world. Now her 
legs were on either side of the gear shift-and the knob pressed firmly into 
her pussy lips. 

She'd put her cunt over the gearshift to see what Black Jack would do, say. 
She found out. But now that she had the knob so close to her twat, she 
decided to go all the way. Lowering her hips just a little let the thick 
metal bulb enter her twat. It pressed fiercely against her cunt walls. It 
stretched her out of shape. 

For a long moment, she thought she'd really hurt herself. But her young 
pussy took care of itself and her pleasure. It expanded just enough to grip 
the gear shift knob. It felt cold and big and hard in her cunt. But the long 
black cock in her mouth was warm and alive and quivering. It was as alive as 
the gear shift was dead. 

That didn't mean she couldn't use the inanimate rod to her own advantage, 
however. She began working up and down the rod masturbating. She was fucking 
herself on the gear shift lever. The long steel rod entered and left her 
juicy quim with a lewd noise that filled the cab'. 

And the black cock in her mouth seemed to jump for joy. She knew the man was 
getting off on watching her fuck herself. He could see her pussy lips 
spreading wide to take the rod all the way up her cunt. And he had to know 
how cold it was. 

The shivery feeling deep up her cunt was for real this time. There wouldn't 
be any warmth from the self-fucking. She had to get her kicks from the 
mechanical action of the metal dildo sailing up and down in her twat-and the 
mouthful of prick she had. 

Her teeth clenched lightly on the sides of the man's dork. She began sucking 
more and more of his cock into her mouth. As the teenager sucked, her hard 
white teeth left jagged marks behind. The man was thrashing around, but not 
going anywhere. Not as long as she controlled him by sucking so well on his 
dong. 

Her tongue flashed out and looped gently around the rim of his cock. Pushing 
back the foreskin, she worked the loose folds of flesh all over the broad 
arrowhead of his dong. This was especially sensitive. She could tell by the 
way his, already stiff rod hardened even more under the oral treatment. 

The teenager was getting off in a big way on' fucking herself on his gear 
and sucking cock. 

She couldn't tell which she liked the best. 

Then she knew. It had to be the black cock in her mouth. It was so warm and 
male and alive, there was no question about it any longer. It did nothing to 
ease the yearnings of her cunt but it fed other sexual desires. 

His hips came alive. He began face fucking her with a force she wouldn't 
have believed possible. But she wasn't to be rushed in her cocksucking. This 
was serious business to her-and incredibly sexy business, too! 

She loved every inch of his turgid length. Kissing the shaft, licking it, 
she worked down to the base of his balls. The tight little sac containing 
his balls was alive. It was filled with boiling, lead-heavy jizz. The 
lightest touch of her tongue made him quiver and gasp in reaction. 

Letting her rough, wet tongue give feathery caresses all around his peter, 
she began nuzzling in the thick, wiry fur of his bush. He wasn't able to 
hold himself still any longer. His hips demanded some form of release. 

"Damn me, bitch, you gotta mouth on you! And you're fuckin' yourself on my 
gear shift! You sex crazy or something?" 

"Or something," she answered, momentarily taking her mouth from its erotic 
duty of kissing his prong. His huge cock was dancing around like a thing 
gone mad. And she loved it! 

She was doing this to him. And she was getting some of the horrible, gnawing 
sex-hungry feelings in her body quieted. Sucking his cock was helping. 
Letting the gear shift do its job on her cunt was helping, too. She was 
literally screwing herself into his rig. 

Not lingering to talk about it, she began licking up and down the length of 
his fleshy popsicle once more. His cock trembled constantly now. She knew he 
was getting ready to shoot out his white jism. And she wasn't ready for it 
yet. 

Soon, but not yet. She wanted more of his tasty dong first. Maybe he was 
right. Maybe she was turning sex crazy. 

If it was true, she loved it! 

She kept up the tireless masturbating on the metal rod. She groaned as she 
wiggled her hips, twisting down around the bulky knob on the tip of the long 
shaft. This was getting shafted in the best way she knew how! If it couldn't 
be a cock going into her twat, this would do until the real thing came 
along. 

Sucking in his cock once more, she sensed he was a bit calmer. He wasn't 
quite as likely to blow his wad. She let her tongue languidly roll out and 
around the rim of his glans. The black stick in her mouth pulsed once, 
wildly, then quieted. 

Pressing back the loose flesh of his foreskin, she diddled with the delicate 
flesh she found underneath. He was moaning loudly now, his hands laced 
through her blonde hair. He was guiding her head up and down in the motion 
he liked best. His hips weren't in the right position to really face-fuck 
her. 

She'd have to be satisfied with letting him guide her up and down in a 
delightfully sensual motion instead. She would have much preferred to have 
that jet black cock ramming hard and fast into her face. She could handle it 
now. She had learned all the tricks of sucking cock. She could give head 
with the best. And knowing how to take the length down her throat would give 
him an added thrill. 

She sucked in another inch of his pecker. Then another and another. The 
foreskin popped back into place, then rubbed lasciviously against the roof 
of her mouth. As it did, the sensitive glans was again exposed-just before 
her head shot forward forcing all his cock into her mouth. 

The pole plummeted down into her throat. She almost choked on the size of 
his dork. She hadn't realized it was as thick as it was. But still, she 
could handle it. Every time she swallowed, her Adam's apple gave an erotic 
tingle to his cockhead. 

And since she was cradling the underside of his cock with her rough tongue, 
she could flex it and stimulate the black man even farther. She did all this 
and more. 

And then she knew he was going to come. His cock began to swell up. It grew 
in size and the throbbing became a hard jerking against her cheeks. His cock 
was bouncing all over, held only by the prison of her soft lips. 

When his cum exploded into her mouth, she was almost ready. The first spurt 
arced back and splattered on her tonsils. She was turning into a greedy 
bitch. She had to have the taste. On her tongue. On the tastebuds on her 
tongue. 

The next spurt smashed into her tongue. She smeared it all around until she 
could savor him like a fine wine. The salty tang of his jism pushed her 
toward her own orgasm. As she drank down his cum, her hips began moving up 
and down faster and faster. 

She let the knob slip in and out of her juicy cunt. Twisting from side to 
side drove it hard against her turgid pussy lips. The inner box of her cunt 
was totally alive now. Every nerve was firing a message of pleasure to her 
brain. 

The wet plopping noise every time she jammed her hips down around the gear 
shift knob was the key to her orgasm. Listening to the sexy sounds of 
fucking herself was all it took. 

She came. 

The fireworks blotting out even the bright noonday sun soon died and the 
tides of passion in her body quieted. She slid off the gear shift and 
planted her curvy ass on the seat beside Black Jack. 

His cock was totally flaccid now. She looked at the limp organ and smiled. 
For a blonde honky bitch cocksucker she hadn't done too badly at all. She'd 
given the black stud a cum. There wasn't any doubt he had gotten off in a 
big way. 

And he told her so. "What was about the best head I ever got, blonde Pussy 
Lips. And you're about the best-looking chick I ever seen in these parts. 
Not too old, either." 

"Old enough to pleasure a man. A real man. Like you." 

He smiled, his white teeth showing in the black of his face once again. 
There wasn't any argument with that. He nodded and said, "I don't know how 
you're wired up, but I get hungry after a little tumble. Want some food over 
at the greasy spoon? Not the best in the world, but it won't poison you till 
sundown." 

Jackie realized she hadn't eaten-food-all day long. And she was famished. 
The activity had worn her out. Temporarily, at least. A bite .of food would 
be just the thing to put her back in fucking form. 

She knew what Black Jack's cock tasted like. She could feel her pussy lips 
silently begging for the chance to sample his cock, too. It was the least 
she could do to feed them. 

"All right. Let's go see how badly they mangle up a hamburger." 

"Right on. But aren't you forget tin' something?" 

"Huh? Oh my God! My clothes!" 

"Damn but you're a hot one," Black Jack mumbled as he climbed out of the cab 
as Jackie climbed into her clothes. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Jackie and Black Jack entered the scroungy little diner. Seated all along 
one wall were the cops She'd never seen so many of them outside of parade 
and downtown at the cop shop. There w something spooky about the way they 
looked a her. It wasn't with hatred or anger. But it made her uneasy. Black 
Jack sensed it immediately. He put hi arm around her shoulders and guided 
her toward table in the section marked "Truckers Only". 

"Don't worry about the bears. They just thin you're jail bait." 

Jackie felt uneasy. She was. Black Jack felt her shoulders tense, then he 
said quietly, "What are you? Fifteen." 

"Sixteen," she answered. 

He shrugged. "You sure suck like a helluva lo older." He smiled his broad 
smile and sat down Jackie quickly joined him. The police had gone back to 
their meals but it was apparent they didn't like the sight of the blonde 
chick with a black buck. 

Black Jack ordered for both of them, then added, "The stew is the only fit 
thing on the menu to eat. Stay away from the hamburgers. Deadly. And I'd 
hate to see you out of action with the trots." 

Jackie smiled weakly, then shuddered when she saw two truckers come in. 
There was that air about them that told her they were going to intrude on 
her private world. She gave them a quick once over and decided they were 
okay-looking guys. Nothing flashy, but okay. 

Unexpectedly, Black Jack shouted to them, "Hey, dammit! You two assholes 
going to ignore me? Dave! Jeff! Get your sweet asses over here and join us." 

To Jackie he quietly said, "Don't sweat it. These are cool cats. They know 
where it's at." 

"Damned if they didn't let him loose. How long you been on the outside, 
Jack?" boomed the one named Jeff. Jackie looked at him more closely. He had 
a ski nose and straight black hair. He wasn't ugly, but lacked the quality 
that would have made her describe him as good-looking. There was a smooth 
manner about him, however, that made her feel more at ease. He knew where he 
was at and projected it to everyone around him. 

"Been out of the joint for a year now. Just goes to show what happens when a 
couple honkies like you two get out of touch. But meet my little blonde 
friend, here. Jackie." 

The black man inclined his head toward the two others. They smiled broadly 
as if they knew the intimate details of what had gone on in the truck just a 
few minutes earlier. 

As they slipped into the booth, Jackie got a chance to study Dave. He was 
built like a bull. Thick neck, broad shoulders, huge waist that she guessed 
was pure muscle. It didn't seem to sag like a beer gut would. She began to 
wonder what it would be like making it with these two. Sucking off Black 
Jack was fine, but she needed more. 

The cocksucking had dulled the edge of her passions. But the razor sharpness 
of her desires had never quite gone away. She needed some cock up her. 
Between her legs, fucking hard. That's where it was at for her. And these 
two might be able to give her all she needed. Her mind began to wander. 

Fucking with two guys at once was a real thrill. She remembered with 
fondness how Fred and Jim had made a sexy sandwich of her as one fucked her 
cunt and the other corn-holed her. But they were high school kids. They 
didn't really know anything. Not like these guys out on the road. There 
wasn't much difference in ages-a handful of years-but there was decades of 
difference in the way they balled. 

Dave and Jeff at once. The idea began to appeal to her. She thought of one 
of them taking her up the butt while the other crouched down so she could 
suck him off. Or . .. 

"Hey, you, blondie!" snapped Dave. "Wake up. Your food's here." 

She looked down at the unappetizing plate of stew. It might have been the 
best the place had to offer, but it was none too good. She picked at the 
food while the three men swapped lies. 

She began listening to the drift of what they were saying. Interested, the 
teenager suddenly got the picture. Black Jack was having to roll in a few 
minutes and was subtly telling these two friends of his she was available! 

Jackie almost protested, then glanced over and saw the cops staring at her. 
Suddenly defiant, she decided no matter what, she'd fuck both Dave and 
Jeff-even if she had to do in on the table in front of all those policemen. 
There was something about them that brought out the stubborn streak in her. 

More to spite them than anything else, she'd let Black Jack barter her away 
to Dave and Jeff. 

Not that she minded. Both men looked quite capable to giving her all the 
pleasure she could handle. 

And with both of them working on it at the same time . . . 

It wouldn't be bad at all. 

"Did you say you had to be back on the road soon, Black Jack?" she asked. 
She looked at his face, watched the amazement spread. Then he laughed a 
loud, booming laugh. 

"Sure 'nuff. I think I'll leave you to these two gents. If that's okay with 
you, Pussy Lips." 

Jackie didn't miss the way Dave and Jeff exchanged glances. They seemed to 
be clued in on what was coming down now. And they were all for it. 

"Okay, man. Just be careful you don't let your hand slip when you start 
jamming those gears. Your shift knob's a little slick, I bet." 

The two men didn't understand why Blackjack laughed loud and long at that. 
But they figured it must be a good joke. They politely chuckled along with 
the man. 

"See you on the turnaround, Pussy Lips. You're a nice piece of ass. Hard to 
come by out on the road, you know?" 

"Thanks. You're pretty hot shit, yourself." 

The black man stood and quickly left. But he paid for her meal before going. 
That make Jackie feel like she was getting something more than the pleasure 
of giving him head. And what a blow job it had been, too! One of the best 
she'd ever done.. She had been in great shape for it. And now these two 
studs were begging for more of the same. She smiled. She was just the one to 
give it to them! 

After the men had downed quick sandwiches, Dave said, "Let's split. This 
fucking place is nothing but a zoo with all those smokies around." 

Jeff nodded, then said to Jackie, "Dear lady, if you'd like to join my 
partner and me, I think we could make sweet music together." 

"I'd rather fuck together, but whatever you two want." She smiled at Jeff's 
surprised look. He - obviously wasn't expecting her to lay it on the line. 

Dave snickered, then nodded toward the door. "Out." 

The three left together under the careful gaze of a couple of the cops. Once 
outside, Dave heaved a sigh of relief. He said, "I just can't stand those 
mother-fucking bastards. Sons of bitches all the time down on me. I could 
tell you ..." 

"Don't," said Jeff. "Let's try something else." 

Jackie sprinted toward the semi rig the men were driving and quickly made 
her way up into the cab. Without slowly down, she was in the narrow bunk 
behind the driver's seat, her legs parted slightly to give the men the right 
idea of what she wanted. 

As Dave looked back, she licked her lips. The pink tip of her tongue poked 
through her red lips just enough to wet the flesh. She made a slow, complete 
circuit before she sighed and leaned back. 

"Well, gang, what's it gonna be?" 

Dave and Jeff exchanged glances. Then Jeff said, "My partner and me aren't 
all that fussy. What's your choice?" 

"How about both at once?" She was warming to the idea of fucking around with 
both these men. "How about both of you? One fucking me from the back and me 
sucking the other one off at the same time?" 

"You're an ambitious bitch, aren't you? The hell with it. Sounds good to me. 
What you want, Dave? The back door or some head?" 

"Match you for the doggy position." 

The coins flashed briefly in the air, then Dave smiled and said, "Tough 
shit, partner. I get the cunt. Better luck next time." 

He rapidly began stripping off his pants. Seeing the purple tip of his dong 
poking through his jockey shorts, Jackie decided she'd better strip down for 
some of the action, too. Getting the blouse off was no sweat. She was 
learning where to put her elbows in the narrow spare behind the cab. But 
getting her jeans off was a hassle. 

Until Jeff helped her. He leaned forward, his mouth open. He said, "Just 
raise those lovely hips of yours off the bunk for a second ..." 

And then he clamped his teeth around her jeans and began working them off. 
She was fascinated watching the man strip her jeans off, using only his 
mouth. The light brush of his lips over her thighs sent an electric shock 
volting into her body. She hadn't realized how tense she was, how much she 
wanted what these two men were offering. 

Clad only in her cotton panties, she dropped her curvy butt back to the hard 
surface of the bunk. Jeff quickly said, "Up with the hips again if you want 
the panties off!" 

She felt her crotch begin to water. What he was going to do was so 
incredibly sexy, she could barely stand it. She'd never had a man undress 
her like this before. It beat hell out of having a man undress her with his 
eyes! 

His lips brushed across her pussy mound, and his nose pushed into her crotch 
while his teeth ripped and tore at her panties. She didn't care that he was 
destroying them. This was too much fun! 

The feathery touch of his lips against her soft inner thighs turned her on 
in a big way. He began kissing and licking as he went, no longer interested 
in her panties. In shreds, they posed no problem to anyone any longer. All 
that was left was a gloriously naked pussy and two sex-starved men. 

She was willing to do something about the sex-starved part. It would help 
satisfy her own voracious appetites in the same direction. 

"Cut it out, Mouth!" snapped Dave. "I got the cunt, remember? You're the one 
who gets the blow job." 

His hairy paws began rearranging things in the back of the cab. She felt his 
callused hands moving along the sides of her body, stroking, lifting, 
pushing in all the right places. Her cunt was drooling by the time she 
crouched on her hands and knees, legs spread wide so the man could get into 
her twat. 

She rapidly found he knew what he was doing. She had only to relax her arms 
and have a mouth full of tasty cock. Before Dave could get into her, she was 
already sucking on Jeff's dong. The man gasped as her eager tongue began 
"working up and down his length. This was a tasty dessert for her. It was 
exactly what she needed to finish off the meal she'd started earlier with 
the black trucker. 

Then she gasped. A huge pillar of meat poked into her from behind. She felt 
the man's hairy thighs rubbing against her smooth ass. And the long prod 
firmly planted itself at the gates of her hidden treasure. Her hairy clam 
hung down under her body, lips pressed together, tiny dew drops glittering 
evidence of her agitated state. 

Then the plum-tipped dong pushed through her pussy lips and all the way up 
her juicy twat. She gasped and sucked in a mouthful of cock. The man whose 
dong she was mouthing sucked in his own breath. It was a lovely chain 
reaction they had going- 

The man behind her fucked slowly back and forth in her quim. The action 
caused her to gasp and suck in her breath. She applied more suction to the 
pecker in her mouth. This caused the man getting head to enjoy the whole 
scene even more. 

Nobody could lose with an arrangement like this. 

Then she began to see how well these two worked as a team. As one speeded up 
the tempo of his fucking, the other reached under her body and sought out 
her dangling tits. He began working his fingers over the snowy white slopes. 
The flesh jiggled and bounded around like jello on a plate. When he found 
the tips of the pillowy mounds, he gripped her nipples between thumb and 
forefinger. 

He began rolling the mushroom-like nipple back and forth. The jabs of 
sensation burning into her body ignited all her smoldering lusts. Her breath 
came faster. Heart thumping madly, all she could hear was the sound of the 
blood pounding in her ears. 

It became hard to sort out all the pleasant things happening to her. 

The cock ramming in and out of her cunt was a turn-on. She was certain it 
wasn't just any cock, either. Thick, huge in girth, it might have been a 
battering ram smashing into her tender flesh. Her cunt juiced up even more 
to take the entire length without any pain. The friction of the fucking 
began warming her guts. And she was certain it wouldn't be long before the 
hidden powder kegs in her belly exploded from the rapid stroking up her 
lust-channel. 

But this was only part of it. The mouthful of cock proved equally 
interesting and exciting to her. The taste of a virile prick always turned 
her on. She could give one blow job after another all day long. She loved 
fellatio. The taste of a real man's cock was better than anything else in 
the world except the cum she could suck out of it. 

The hands fondling her tits were driving her wild with lust. Each light 
touch sent lances of delight surging into her chest. Every time one of her 
nipples was pulled hard, rolled around, pressed into the soft flesh of her 
marshmallow tit, she felt as if her nerves had been soaked in acid. 

These three different things were pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. 

Then there was a new and wonderful fourth thing assaulting her body. A hand 
searched for and found her clit. The finger stroked gently over the slippery 
little pillar of erectile tissue. Her go-button quivered like a race horse 
in a starting gate. 

If they had driven a white-hot needle into her guts, they couldn't have 
given her a more intense sensation. It was pure, undiluted pleasure. The 
stroking up and down her clitoris was guaranteed to light the fuse on her 
explosive orgasm. 

She came. 

There wasn't enough room for her to move around like her body wanted. She 
couldn't thrash about screaming out her exploded emotions. She drove her ass 
back-hard-against the dong fucking her. She sucked as powerfully as she 
could on the cock in her mouth. And she rode the orgasmic winds for as long 
as she could. 

Every time she started to drift down from her sex high, something sent her 
flying back up. First it was the exciting friction of a hard driving cock 
inside her cunt. She could feel her fuck fluids burning away from the heat 
generated between the driving dong and her pussy walls. 

She squeezed down and felt the cock inside her. It was huge. It was a 
fucking tool like few men had. She enjoyed it. She let it drill deep up her 
cunt before she squeezed down with her stomach muscles. As she tightened on 
the fuck stick deep within her, she groaned. 

And the intense vacuum formed in her guts when he pulled his prong out sent 
her off into the wonderland of another cum. 

As she slipped back to reality and came to terms with the delights of a cock 
pistoning back and forth in her twat, she found she still had a mouth 
wrapped around a throbbing cock. Sucking a little harder, she could lift the 
man's hips off the hard pallet on which they screwed. 

He wasn't in much of a position to really face-fuck her. But he tried his 
damnedest. And she took as much of his trembling cock into her mouth as she 
could. 

"God, oh sweet Jesus! This is fuckin' unbelievable!" he cried out. 

Then she had a mouth entirely filled with his succulent jism. His cock had 
blown apart at the seams and was spurting out gallons of cum. She avidly 
sucked until there was nothing left in her mouth but a limp worm of a penis. 

But she came again just tasting his slightly salty sperm. 

Collapsing forward, sweating heavily, she was aware again of the cock 
slipping in and out of her quim. And the hand diddling with her clitoris. 
She thrust her perky rear back toward the man to take even more of his 
monster cock up her pussy. 

Her entire body trembled in reaction as he touched her deeply buried cervix. 
The blunt tip of his glans prodded the gently padded narrowing in her cunt 
far up in her guts. She came again. 

And again. And again. 

She felt like someone was machine gunning her down. She never had a chance 
to recover from one climax before another smashed through her body 
assaulting her senses. 

But she loved it. She loved the cock in her twat. She loved the hands all 
over her boobs. The finger pressing into her clit was giving her 
unparalleled pleasure. 

She came again. 

Finally, the stiffening of the pecker in her pussy told her the lovemaking 
was about over. When the hot flood of man seed blasted into her belly, she 
came a final time. 

Her pussy convulsed and clamped down hard on the man's prick. He kept 
fucking into the small-diameter manhole until he fell out, limp and totally 
spent. 

For a long moment, Jackie just poised there, her white ass up in the air, 
her head on folded arms. Then she rolled over against the wall and slid down 
the cool metal. She was exhausted. She had lost track of how many times 
she'd cum. It was a lot and it had drained her body-for a time. 

Jackie didn't kid herself. Dave and Jeff had given her the finest fucking 
ever. They worked together well, knew all the right moves, were expert 
cocksmen. But no pair of men could wear her out for long. She was slowly 
realizing how potent the desire for sex was in her. 

It wasn't a simple teenage girl's longing to get laid. It was far more than 
that. She had to have sex constantly. It was becoming like breathing. 
Without it, she would suffocate. And it had to be constant, powerful, 
expert. 

"Damned but I never had my cock squeezed down on like that before," gasped 
Dave. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "But you better get dressed, 
Blondie. We gotta roll in a few minutes." 

Jeff said, "Yeah, gotta roll." Then he seemed to shake off the fog of lust 
still clinging to his brain. He added, "You're a hot bush, that's for 
certain!" 

As she climbed back into her clothes-minus her tattered panties-she found a 
lump in one pocket. The men had crammed a roll of bills into the left front 
pocket. She didn't bother counting it. Jackie knew they were happy. And so 
was she. 

There was something unreal about getting h rocks off and being paid for it, 
too. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Jackie spent the next week in a continual agony of uncertainty. She didn't 
know if she should continue her fucking routine or not. It was bringing her 
plenty of cock; that was what she so desperately wanted. Being without it 
would drive her insane with lust. 

But her brother was beginning to wonder what she was doing since he had 
shown her how to use his CB. Dennis wasn't the type of guy who'd be pushy, 
but he was curious. And if he got curious enough, he might ask their folks 
about it. 

That would be the end of her little excursions out to ball anything well 
hung enough to interest her. 

She cooled it for an entire week. She thought hard about what she was doing, 
what she had become. Finally, the decision was made. There wasn't a goddamn 
thing wrong in what she was doing. If the truckers wanted to pay her for 
something she'd willingly do for free, that was just icing on the cake. 

Jackie wasn't a whore. She didn't go around hunting for marks. She was just 
a high school girl out for kicks. And there was no doubt at all she found 
them in the mobile world of the truckers. Whether or not she got money was 
incidental to her existence. She didn't need it. 

Not like she needed the sex. 

She walked home from school on Friday afternoon thinking about that evening. 
Turning down dates with half the football team had made her both a celebrity 
among her friends and given her the reputation for being strange. There 
wasn't a girl in the crowd she hung out with that wouldn't have cum at the 
thought of the team captain asking them out on a date. And Jackie had turned 
him down. 

Jackie had to decide if she was really going to continue with her CB trip or 
not. This evening should provide good hunting for her. A stud, a little 
screwing and she'd be able to put everything into its proper place. 

Whether or not she'd keep on scouting out truckers was the issue she had to 
decide. Sooner or later, her parents would find out. These - things were 
never quite as secret as she'd have liked. If it was worth the risk or not 
was the balancing question. 

She was thinking it might be. 

There was no doubt men like Big Dick and Black Jack were worth the risk. 
They could fuck a girl and make her feel like a woman. Black Jack had been 
back through on a quick reverse and had spent the afternoon balling her. His 
cock felt as good up her twat as it did in her mouth. 

As Jackie got to her house, she made a quick decision. Walking to the 
garage, she opened the dour and went in. A little tinkering and the CB began 
to crackle and pop with its static message. A little more tinkering squeezed 
voices from its tinny speaker. 

"... traveling through, over." 

She'd missed what went before. Flicking the switch on the microphone, she 
broadcast, "This is Pussy Lips. Missed your message. 10-9, please. Give me a 
repeat." 

"This is Doorbell, Pussy Lips. Breezing through and looking for some action. 
What's up?" 

"That, Doorbell, is something you'd have to show me, over." This was a 
winner. She could tell. 

"Right on! Let's make it a match tonight. The old No-tell Motel on the edge 
of town." 

It was a good thing Jackie had been on the air as long as she had. The slang 
would have gotten her totally confused otherwise. The "No-tell Motel" was 
the Bates Motel on the edge of town. No questions asked if everyone checked 
in as "Mr. and Mrs. John Smith." 

"Be right up. To see you, Doorbell. Over and out." 

She wondered about his handle. Doorbell sounded like a strange name. But 
then he couldn't be any weirder than some men she'd already run across. But 
Doorbell? 

There was one way of finding out. 

She made the arrangements with "Doorbell" and drove out to the motel after 
dinner. The meal was painfully silent. Dennis was leaving for Germany again 
in three days and her parents seemed moody and withdrawn. All the time, she 
was wondering if they knew what she did in her spare time. If they realized 
how sex-possessed their little girl had become. Jackie quickly put that out 
of her mind. She wouldn't get paranoid over something like sex. 

Her parents had given her an unhealthy attitude. Sex wasn't the dirty thing 
they'd convinced her it was. Sex was fun. Sex was so necessary for her, she 
couldn't get enough of it now. Jackie thought she might end up tapering off 
in her insistent demands when she had all the puritanical ideas burned out 
of her brain and body, but she wondered. 

Finishing the meal as quickly as she could, she bolted for the door and was 
gone in a flash. 

At the motel, she had no trouble finding Doorbell's car. It was the only one 
in the parking lot with a CB antenna glued onto the trunk lid. She boldly 
walked up to the door of the room, smoothed her skirt in a self-conscious 
gesture, then knocked. 

A man in his late thirties, medium height, bright red hair and a splatter of 
freckles across his nose opened the door. 

For a moment, he stood there, his mouth half open. He was obviously 
wondering if this was Pussy Lips. Jackie might as well have been reading his 
mind. He was thinking: Could I be this lucky? 

"Uh, hi. Are you ..." 

"Yeah, I'm Pussy Lips. And you must be Doorbell." 

"Uh, yeah. Come on in." He held the door open enough for her to slip in. She 
made a point of brushing her tits against his chest as she entered. The feel 
of his body against her already excited nipples sent thrills into her chest. 

He was a little hesitant now. That would go away and when it did, she was 
certain she'd have another winner with Doorbell. 

But she had to ask. Turning so that her skirt flared away from her trim legs 
enough to give the man a better look at her, she asked, "So all right. Why 
did you end up with Doorbell as a handle." 

"I'm a door-to-door salesman. I sell brushes." 

"Well, I guess that gives us something in common," she smiled. 

"What?" He couldn't take his eyes off her slender figure, the way her tits 
pressed impudently against her blouse or the wanton way she stood, hips 
jutted forward to emphasize her ass. 

"You sell brushes. I just push a bush door to door." She wiggled her hips to 
emphatically let the man know what was being offered. "Well, then let's get 
down to it." He began unbuttoning his shirt. He quickly tossed it aside and 
gave the teenager her first look at him. He had a thin red fur all over his 
chest. Wiry looking and twisting around. But the muscles hidden underneath 
told the girl she couldn't go wrong. Having his arms wrapped around her, 
squeezing her, holding her close as his dong drove up her twat, that would 
be worth the trip out here. 

"Let me undress you," she said, lust making her voice quiver just a bit. Her 
hands were trembling even more as she opened his belt and pulled his pants 
down. The bulge was already growing at his crotch. By the time she worked 
off his jockey shorts, his cock was standing at a jaunty angle. She lightly 
kissed it, then stood up. 

"Just sit and watch. I'll undress for you." She lithely spun out of his grip 
and pirouetted around. Each turn showed one more button on her blouse 
undone. In less than a minute, she held the tails of her blouse in each 
hand. Away from her body, she could hide or reveal her tits to the man. She 
did it in such a way he got occasional flashes of pink nipple, white tit and 
solid cloth. The momentary glimpses did more to get him hot than anything 
else she'd done so far. The brief, tantalizing view he had was a promise of 
things to come. 

She tossed her blouse aside and stood half naked in front of him. Her tits 
pointed slightly upward. Firm, no sag, they were youthful boobs, meant to be 
stuffed into a mouth and sucked. The girl almost laughed when the man wet 
his lips with the tip of his tongue. He was wanting her now-badly. And it 
wouldn't be long before he did something about it. 

She wanted to see how long it would be. 

Spinning again, her tits pulling slightly away from her body with the force 
of her circling, she began unfastening her skirt. She let it glide down her 
legs and gracefully stepped out of it. Then she wiggled her hips, twitching 
her ass and looking back over her shoulder at the man. His eyes were firmly 
fixed on her butt. The silky smooth flesh slowly appearing from beneath the 
white cotton panties was hypnotic. He wouldn't have noticed a herd of 
buffalo stampeding through the room then-not unless they blocked his view of 
her curvy ass. 

A quick yank and her panties fell to the floor. She was totally naked in 
front of him. Turning, she spread her legs wide. She was a golden vision of 
loveliness. Her snatch was a honey-blonde arrow pointing directly between 
her legs. And the way she stood was an obvious invitation. 

She was ready for him. Her cunt was beginning to drool its juices. She felt 
the stirrings of definite lust in her loins. The hollow feeling was 
threatening to consume her. Without a long cock fucking hard into her belly, 
she couldn't be a complete woman. She would be unfulfilled. She would be 
nothing. 

"That ass," he mumbled. "That lovely, perky little bottom of yours just begs 
to be fucked. I'm going to screw you up the ass!" 

Then his hands were all over her body. She felt light touches on the tips of 
her jugs, down her sides, bushing across her pussy mound and finally ending 
up firmly clamped on her rump. His fingers caressed the satiny flesh a few 
times, then began to knead it like two lumps of dough. His hands pressed 
firmly into the yielding mounds before his fingers separated the two globes. 

He tried tearing her asscheeks from her body. He twisted one in a 
counter-clockwise direction. The other was turned in the opposite direction. 
She was groaning in joy now. It didn't hurt. Just the opposite! 

Her body was coming alive with inner passion now. The way his hands stroked 
over her body was a hint, a tantalizing hint of what was to come. And now he 
was digging between her meaty asscheeks, searching out her anus. When he 
found her asshole, the finger surged into her bowels. 

She felt weak and watery in the knees. She limply collapsed against the man. 
He held her in strong arms. And his finger continued burrowing up her rear 
passage. He wiggled his finger deep in her rectum until she was all aflame 
inside. 

"Fuck me, please! It... it's on fire in me. Your finger's not good enough. 
Gimme cock! Your lovely, hard cock!" 

She groped between their bodies to find his dong. It was pulsing slowly, 
strongly. She pulled urgently at it. She had to have it crammed into her 
anus. There was nothing she wanted more in the world than to have him bugger 
her. 

"You asked for it, baby. And you're going to get it! All of it. All the way 
to my balls!" 

He pushed her away from him. She fell heavily on the bed. The springs 
squeaked as she bounced twice. She looked up at him with eyes filled with 
yearning. Her bowels were burning and the only thing that could put the fire 
out was a load of his cum. 

He quickly turned her over so that her knees were on the floor and her tits 
were pressed firmly into the bed. In this position, he reached down and 
spread her legs a little wider. Her cunt was gaping and exposed. But this 
juicy manhole wasn't his target. He was looking at her tight puckered 
asshole. 

His finger drove into her cunt. She gasped and buried her face in the soft 
bedspread. The way it drove into her twat reminded her anew of her desire to 
be fucked. Her body was limp and useless. The only way of restoring it to 
life was with a cock in it. 

When his finger was properly soaked in her oily inner juices, he moved to 
her anus. He smeared the fuck fluid all around the greedy little asshole. 
The muscle quivered once, then locked down hard. It wasn't going to let 
anything up her tailpipe without a lot of coaxing. 

That was okay with the man. He drove his cock deep into her cunt. She gasped 
with the sudden intrusion up her twat. She hadn't been expecting it. Tensed, 
she was ready for him to begin drilling into her shit chute. This was 
necessary, though, to get his prick as well-lubricated as possible. 

He was a back-door man. He knew all the tricks for getting a reluctant anal 
sphincter muscle to relax and let him in. A well greased pole was the best. 
And the best place to get it well oiled was in an already juiced up pussy. 

His hands rested on her buttocks. She felt his body slam a few times into 
hers, his cock sailing all the way up her quim. Then she was empty again. 

Before she could protest, the blunt nose of his cock poked against her 
puckered anus. The effect was like a cattle prod shoved against her body. 
She arched her back and moaned loudly. 

"In! I need it in me!" 

"You will, baby, you'll get every inch of my prick." 

She felt an increasing pressure against her clenched asshole. Trying to 
relax did no good. She was too uptight, too excited. The man would have to 
do the best he could. And she thought that might be very good, indeed. 

Her asshole slowly opened. It was a reluctant move, but against the 
inexorable pressure of the cockhead, there was little choice. As soon as it 
opened up enough, the thick glans was through the entrance and planted 
firmly up her back. 

She gasped and fell forward on the bed. A white-hot poker had been rammed 
into her body. She could only lay there and gasp and moan in pleasure. The 
control of her muscles had fled. She was totally at the man's mercy. 

Another inch of cock entered her asshole. She felt her juices smoothing the 
way. The way he was fucking into her was intentionally gradual. She wanted 
his cock all at once. But that would have ripped and torn her inner 
membranes. And this way, she felt passion building in her body. He was 
fucking her and really getting her hot to fuck even more at the same time. 

Soon, his cock was entirely up her rectum. She felt his crinkly hair rubbing 
into her butt. Most of all, she felt his long cock up her spine. The 
slightest movement of her body twisted his dick around inside her rectum. 
She felt the jerking movements intimately. There wasn't a thing he could do 
now that she wouldn't respond to. 

The man was marveling at the heat of the girl's back door. And the 
tightness! He'd fucked a lot of chicks up the ass. Buggering them was more 
fun than drilling into their slimy cunts. But never had he found one with 
this tight an ass. He might have fucked into a surgeon's glove filled with 
boiling hot lava. 

His cock was squeezed and pressed and crushed on all sides. And the heat 
seething and churning her guts warmed his prong, too. He thought it could 
stay buried balls deep up her ass all day long. But he knew that there were 
more exciting things he could do. 

He did them. 

In, an equally slow move, he pulled out of her body. He felt her asscheeks 
grip and clutch at his cock. He wondered how long she'd had to practice that 
move. It was as if tiny fingers clutched and gripped and pulled at his 
pecker. But he made it out. 

Only the purple tip of his cock remained inside her steamy asshole. He 
caught his breath, placed his hands on the flushed mounds of her butt, then 
pressed forward again. This time he fucked a little faster into her. The 
speed of his buggering picked up. Each trip up her rectum was a little 
faster than the previous one. 

Soon, he was corn-holing her with all the power locked in his hips. He drove 
his pleasure spike all the way up her rectum. He felt the rubbery walls 
yielding before his battering ram of cock. The friction of his butt-fucking 
rapidly burned away his lubrication. But it no longer mattered. 

The way his balls tumbled around in their tiny prison was what counted. He 
had to control that. His jism was begging for release. The entire length of 
his pecker felt as if he'd dipped it into acid. The nerves were seared and 
burned from the heat of his fucking. And the way her soft butt pressed into 
his groin, he wanted to keep this up all night long. 

If he was excited, the girl was reduced to a quivery mass of flesh. All she 
lived for was his prong up her ass. He was brutally fucking her butt now. 
Greeking her drove his cock deep into her bowels. And she loved it! 

Her insides were all twisted up and shivering in delight. Her entire body 
was gearing up for an orgasm. She felt the weakness flood through her. Then 
the excitement washed through her body, making her heart race. Breathing was 
sheer torture. She was sucking in liquid fire. 

Most of all, every time he smashed into her body, he drove her forward on 
the bed. Her tits slid a little over the rough bedspread. Her nipples were 
being stimulated to the fullest by his fucking--and he wasn't even touching 
them! 

When he pulled out, her body dragged back across the bed. Her nipples were 
pushed in the other direction. Back and forth, the tiny buttons cresting her 
knockers were being given the arousal of her life. Knives of sheer pleasure 
cut into her chest. Her jugs felt as if they would explode from the excited 
blood pounding into them. 

And then she was thinking only of the cock drilling hard up her asshole. 

She was sensitive to changes in the speed of fucking, the size of the cock 
reaming her out from behind. And now his cock was growing. She felt the 
broad arrowhead expand in preparation for spewing out white-hot jism. 

"Faster!" she demanded. "Fuck me faster! I... ohhhhhh!" 

His body became a piston. He drove mercilessly into her asshole. She was 
being pummeled by the long rod of his six so hard, she was sure her buttocks 
would be bruised. His groin smashed hard into her every time he moved 
forward into her. The fucking speeded up to the point where neither of them 
could stand it any longer. 

She came with a loud shriek of joy. 

And then she felt her bowels filled with the fuming stream of his cum. The 
super-hot jism frothed and poured into her awaiting asshole. She was treated 
to the fucking and the filling at the same time. 

She came again. 

All she could think of was the heat in her rectum- It spread through her 
being, threatened to engulf her. She rode out the winds of ecstasy as 
another orgasm ripped into her. There was nothing else that mattered in the 
world. This was it. The cock fucking hard. The hot semen whitewashing her 
asshole. The man's sweaty, straining body slamming into hers. The way her 
tits were being stimulated by the bed. This was all. 

A final time, she came. Her body was left weak and drained when she managed 
to regain a semblance of her senses. She lay for a moment sprawled on the 
bed, then she looked back at the salesman. He was sitting, his back against 
a wall. He was saying over and over to himself, "Never found a hole that 
tight or hot. Never." 

Jackie laughed at him. "What's the matter? Finished so soon?" 

"Yeah. Hate to admit it, but yeah. Driving all day, walking around peddling 
my wares, then this. I'm beat!" 

"Poor baby," she consoled. She went over and sat next to him. Her knowing 
hands stroked and I petted his balls, his penis, moved downward seeking out 
his asshole. When she found it, he turned slightly so she could drive her 
finger into it. 

And he wasn't as tired as he thought. They made it three more times that 
night. 

And Doorbell gave her a hundred dollars. Jackie could hardly believe it when 
she climbed back into her car and counted the bills. A good fucking and a 
hundred bucks! 

This was the life. This was where it was at. She'd made up her mind. No 
matter if her parents found out, she'd continue. Just for the fucking if 
nothing else! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Jackie sat by the CB radio, her long legs propped up on the dashboard of the 
car. She'd been listening for over an hour and hadn't heard anything that 
sounded interesting enough to check up on. Last night had been just great. 
The guy calling himself Doorbell had decided her this was the thing to do. 

High school kids couldn't satisfy her the way real men could. She had to 
have the expert fucking a man could give. Without it, she was a nothing. She 
might as well not even exist. Her life was hollow, empty, meaningless. 

But with the screwing she could get, her entire soul came alive. She never 
felt better than after being fucked and fucked well. There was a hidden well 
of her personality that had to be tapped before she really shined. Jackie 
could feel it. She could sense that she was a better person after being 
royally screwed by a long dick. 

The CB thing was the best solution to her problem. She could find a 
never-ending stream of horny men who needed her as much as she needed them. 
But she realized she'd never be able to stick with just one guy. She'd wear 
him out too soon. She managed to wear out most of the truckers and they were 
the best she'd found so far. 

She was deeper than any of them were long. 

Jackie could take all they had to offer and beg for more. When a single man 
couldn't deliver, she went to a second or a third. And instead of sating her 
sexual appetites, the balling seemed to increase it. It wouldn't be long 
before she would take on a dozen men at the same time and wear them all down 
to three-inch peckers. One guy had accused her of burning off his dong with 
her hot cunt. She'd laughed. Another accused her of trying to break him off 
as he fucked her ass. She'd laughed at him, too. They were all alike, she 
thought. They wanted a chick to screw and when they found one-like her-who 
could give them all they could handle and more, they barely knew what to do. 

The radio barked out an interesting message. She came out of her daydreaming 
and listened. 

"Heater looking for something interesting. Hot Pants, too. Anyone out there 
like threesomes?" 

Jackie smiled. This was definitely to her liking. A three-way fuck fest was 
just the thing to take the edge off her randiness. She'd been idly stroking 
back and forth over her crotch. She was constantly in heat now, or so it 
seemed. 

And here were a couple of dudes looking for action. Two of them should be 
able to get her off enough times to be worthwhile. 

"Pussy Lips, over. I'm game for some triad stuff. Where, over?" 

The arrangements were quickly made. Jackie didn't like wasting time on the 
air. She had heard rumors that the cops were trying to crack down on CB 
radio prostitution. She didn't have to worry-so she thought. She wasn't a 
whore, just a chick out for a good time. But still, the bears annoyed her. 
She found herself growing to dislike them as much as the truckers did. 

They were the enemy. Irrational, since they had never done anything to her, 
but still, it was the way she felt. Feelings were usually stronger than 
carefully thought out reasons. 

She drove to the Bates Motel again. The old man sitting behind the counter 
wasn't as old as he first appeared. Maybe forty, though it was a guess. 
Jackie had found out his name-Norman-and decided he was a fag or something. 
She had tried to interest him in a little screwing and he had seemed uptight 
about it. 

No skin off her nose. He was obviously aroused but not to the point where he 
would take her up on the offer. Jackie wrote him off. He'd probably be a 
lousy lay. All guys who were so hung up on open sex were, as far as she 
could tell. 

She parked the car in front of the room and quickly got out. She walked up 
and knocked. No answer. She knocked again and the door opened. A woman stood 
there, a large bath towel draped around her wet body. 

"Oh, sorry. I guess I got the wrong room," Jackie said. 

"Maybe not. Who were you looking for?" 

Jackie stopped. Could this woman have been the one on the radio? No way. 
She'd definitely talked with a man. 

"A couple CB buddies of mine. Heater and .. . " From the back of the room 
came the voice she'd talked to. "Hey, Pussy Lips! Come on in. It's okay, 
honey. This is the chick I talked with on the radio." 

The woman brushed a strand of black hair back from her eyes and smiled. Her 
eyes took on a hungry look, a look Jackie had seen before-when she was horny 
and was looking in the mirror. This woman obviously had the hots. But what 
was going on? Jackie couldn't figure it out. The man in the room had 
responded when she mentioned the handle, Heater. But that would mean ... 

It hit her then. 

"You're Hot Pants!" she exclaimed. 

The woman smiled even more broadly and stood back to let her in the room. 
Her voice was silky smooth with sex. "Yeah. I've got 'em so I advertise 'em. 
And you're Pussy Lips." 

It wasn't a question. It was a flat-out statement. 

Jackie nodded, sending a cascade of blonde hair over her forehead. This 
seemed to please the woman immensely. 

"You'll do just fine." As she closed the door, the towel dropped down and 
Jackie saw the woman's tits, naked and wet. Hot Pants didn't seem to notice 
the towel had slipped and Jackie thought she shouldn't mention it. 

Best to find out what the score was. 

"Come on over here, Pussy Lips. My God, you're a great-looking chick!" 

The man sprawled on the bed was naked. But she barely noticed his body 
because of the large cock, fully erect, jutting up from his groin. It was a 
real cock. A monster, fully as big as Big Dick's, this was a real pussy 
pleaser. A cunt heater. 

She knew how he'd gotten his handle-his sex handle had been the inspiration. 

"There's no reason for me to ask. You have to be Heater." 

Her eyes hungrily fastened on his cock. The man laughed. "Yeah. So now that 
the introductions are over, let's get some action started. My wife there 
likes to watch while I make it with a chick. And the better-looking the 
chick, the more she grooves on it, don't you, honey?" 

There was a contented cat's purring which Jackie took to mean, "Yes!" 

"You don't mind if she watches while we ball, do you?" 

At that moment, Jackie wouldn't have minded if the entire US Navy watched as 
long as she could get some action going around that huge cock standing 
rigidly at attention. She shook her head. 

"Good! Honey, get the dildo. And you, Pussy Lips, let's see 'em!" 

"Huh?" 

"Your pussy lips, girl, your lovely, wonderful little pussy lips! You didn't 
get that handle for nothing, did you?" 

When he saw her sex slit he agreed she was aptly named. And then there was 
no more talking. She was naked and slipped easily into the circle of his 
arms. 

Their mouths met and melted together. She felt his tongue impulsively 
pressing into her mouth. Opening her lips, she let him have his way. The way 
he stroked and rolled his rough, wet tongue over hers was such a turn-on she 
barely noticed the other things he was doing to her. 

He was a maestro playing her body. His hands moved constantly, searching out 
new and exciting places. Lingering for a moment on a snowy mound of 
titflesh, his fingers pressed down until red streaks appeared on the white 
slopes. 

His fingers took hold of the aroused nipple and tweaked. She moaned softly 
and snuggled closer to him. The warmth in her body was mounting. She felt 
her senses coming alive. The mouth on hers was nice. The saliva mixing in 
with hers was sweeter than any wine she'd tasted. And his tongue was 
continually driving hard and deep, mock fucking her face. 

But his hands were pressing firmly into her tender body. He moved down her 
tits to her slightly domed belly. His hand pressed down firmly, making her 
struggle passionately in his grip. The fires in her belly were definitely 
lit when his hand strayed a few inches lower and he began massaging her sex 
slit. 

The juices were oozing out and all over his fingers. He didn't seem to care. 
And she was past caring. All that mattered to her was his hand moving on her 
gash. A light touch across her clit sparked a charge of pure ecstasy in her 
body. 

But it rapidly passed. He didn't linger. His fingers parted her labia and 
gently slipped back and forth along the turgid flaps of sensitive flesh. She 
was gasping for air like a fish out of water. She could barely contain 
herself when a finger stabbed deep into her twat. 

She drove her hips downward. She had to impale herself on that finger. She 
had to drive it as far up her twat as possible. Nothing less would even 
begin to satisfy her. 

But he denied her this joy. His finger left the juicy hole and moved back to 
her asshole. It was still tender from being fucked the night before. Burning 
with pleasure, she loved it when his cunt-juice-greased finger slipped up 
her asshole. 

He was buggering her with his slender digit. She wanted something bigger up 
her rear-like his cock. It trembled like an over-eager colt in her hand. 
Pulling on its length, she tried to guide him to her quim. That was where 
such a fine fuck stick belonged-surrounded by her hot sheath of clutching 
twat! 

"Fuck me, fuck meeeee!" she begged. 

He laughed at her eagerness. "Not yet. Hey, honey, how you doing?" 

The teenager managed to open her eyes and focus them on the woman sitting 
spread-legged in a chair at the foot of the bed. The woman had a yellow 
dildo and was ramming it in and out of her cunt. Her black pussy mound 
seemed to be devouring the yellow length. The look on the woman's face was 
one of sheer joy. 

The girl heard the words echoing from a distance, "Great, guy, just great. 
Go on and fuck her. I'd like to see her pussy lips spread wide by that huge 
dong of yours. I want to see it ramming in and out of her cunt. Give it to 
her all the way!" 

"Your wish is my command! Especially when it's what I want to do, anyway!" 
he cried. 

The girl felt his hands working over her body again. She was being 
stimulated all over again. His fingers pressed and stroked and moved 
restlessly over her crotch. He found her clit and gave it a feathery touch 
again. 

She had to hold back the orgasm that threatened to consume her. She wanted 
as much force behind the cum as she could get. And it wouldn't do if she 
climaxed every time the man touched her go-button. 

His fingers spread her pussy lips wide. And then he had his middle finger 
driven deep up her cunt again. She sighed and twitched her hips around his 
finger. It wasn't a cock but this was better than nothing up her love 
tunnel. She'd have to be satisfied until he was ready to grant her his huge 
prong. 

The cock bounced and bucked actively under her grip. She began working her 
hand up and down his length until he gasped for breath. She loved the way 
his cock was hot and heavy. It would drive deep into her, heat her guts 
until she just couldn't hold back any longer. And she wanted it in her cunt! 

"Fuck me, damn you! I want you now!" 

"Okay, okay! Just let me lift you up a little." 

She was momentarily disoriented. She felt the room spinning around as he 
powerfully lifted her and put her in the position he wanted. The girl was 
surprised at the way they ended up. He was still flat on his back and she 
was lying full length on his body looking up at the ceiling. Before she 
could say anything, she felt a familiar sensation in her cunt. 

She raised her head and looked down. His cock was rising up from between her 
legs. She felt its warm length pressing against her sex slit. It spread her 
pussy lips and gave her a little tingle of anticipation of better things to 
come. 

And in this position, she could easily see the woman at the foot of the bed. 
The dark-haired woman had hooked one leg over each of the arms of the chair. 
Her twat was split wide open. And she drove the yellow dildo in and out of 
her cunt with the force of a real cock fucking her. The look on her face was 
one of sheer enjoyment. She had her eyes fixed directly on the teenager's 
pussy lips and the man's dork. 

The girl gasped and leaned back on the man's body when he entered her. He 
lifted his hips slightly and gave a convulsive buck. It drove his cock into 
the girl's box. She reached down and slid it into a better position, then 
gasped again as he drove a full six inches up her cunt. 

"Sweet Jesus, but you're a tight one!" he whispered in her ear. His hands 
moved around her body and clamped down on her tits. He was able to hold her 
on his body by firmly gripping her boobs and driving his cock deep into her 
twat. 

All he had to do to fuck her was arch his back. As he relaxed, his prick 
slipped a little way out. She was fully enjoying this. She loved the 
sensation of his hands on her tits while his cock fucked far up her juicy 
quim. And her butt pressed erotically into his groin. It was a brand new 
position for her and one she liked immensely. 

And she could look full length down the bed and watch the black-haired woman 
fucking herself with the dildo. She was stroking back and forth with all the 
power in. her arms. The yellow dildo slipped out of her clinging cunt, 
glittering with dew drops of cunt juice. Just watching the woman was enough 
to arouse the teenager. x 

As if she needed any further arousal! 

"Everything okay?" the man asked. 

"More cock!" she demanded. "I want more filling me up!" 

"Greedy bitch!" he laughed. But he gave it to her. His back arched, his 
hands pressed firmly down and his dork shot up her slippery tunnel into her 
belly. 

Over and over he stuck it to her. She relaxed and let the warm waves of sex 
wash over her. The way his hands twisted and stimulated her knockers would 
have been enough to get her off. But he was so much better at screwing than 
that. 

His cock was educated in what pleased a woman. He could turn slightly and 
send just the right amount of electricity shooting into her nerves. 
Everything he did was just right. 

And the sight of the woman masturbating made her even hotter. Knowing the 
woman was getting her kicks because of a well-split beaver filled with cock 
turned her on-it was her cunt! She wondered what it looked like to the 
woman. 

She knew her pussy lips were split wide by the hard length of the prick. And 
her legs were spread on either side of the man's for balance: Was this it? 
This alone? Or did she get off seeing how the girl's boobs were being 
fondled? How the hard little pebbles of nipple were tweaked, rolled around 
like marbles? Could it be the tongue that shot occasionally into her ear 
that stimulated the woman, drove her on to stuff her twat full of rubber 
cock? 

It didn't matter. 

All that mattered was that she was getting the cock up her cunt. It was, her 
set of knockers being manhandled. Her ear was getting the tongue stuffed 
into it, cock-hard and driving far up the little tunnel. And she was the one 
who came. 

Her ..climax struck unexpectedly. She thought she was successfully holding 
it back. She was wrong. Everything had built to the breaking point in her 
body. As the cock surged far up her twat, pulling her pussy walls in new and 
deliciously different directions, she came. 

Her hips thrashed around. Driving downward, she tried to suck even more of 
that wonderful cock into her body. Her tits filled like balloons and 
threatened to explode with lust. Every part of her body was primed and 
responding to the climax. 

As she returned from the wonderland of sexual release, she heard the woman 
shouting and crying out. She'd gotten off, too. In a way, she was happy. The 
sight of her fucking with the woman's husband had been sexy enough to arouse 
her. And she had cum, too. 

About to say something, she felt the man's cock stiffen in her cunt. This 
was a sure sign he was going to fountain out his creamy load. She reached 
between her legs and began compressing her pussy lips around his pistoning 
dong. It felt like a battering ram slamming into her cunt. 

But she squeezed down on the quivering sex lips and made her hole even 
tighter for the man. Stomach muscles tensed and her fingers pressing her 
pussy lips against his cock, he came. 

She felt the hot stream entering her cunt. The cock jerked and throbbed and 
bounced until she couldn't stand it any longer. While he was still spurting 
out his love seed, she came again. Her body quaked and rocked through the 
orgasm. 

Hips thrashing around, she felt his lovely dork slip from her cunt. But his 
hands stayed on her boobs, squeezing, twisting, stimulating. She stayed on 
the pinnacle of her sexual high longer than she'd have thought possible. 

As she drifted down, the man's hands began to move gently over her belly, 
along her ribs, caressingly on her ass. . 

"That was great stuff, Pussy Lips. You got a good handle." 

"Yours isn't so bad, either," she said, reaching for his now limp penis. It 
positively refused to respond to her gentle caresses. 

"Sorry about that. I think I'm dead and out of action for a while." Then, to 
the woman, he called, "How about you, honey? You get enough?" 

"Hell, yes! You should see the way she opens up and takes a cock into her 
twat! It's . it's more than art. It's poetry come alive! I loved watching 
your cock spear deep into her. And the way her hips began to twitch around 
when she came was ... super!" 

She still sat with one leg hooked over the arm of the chair. Jackie felt a 
twinge deep inside as she saw the dildo still in the woman's cunt. There was 
something... wasteful... about this. But she wasn't about to say a word. 
What she wanted more than anything else was to get this guy up again so they 
could fuck one more time. 

Or twice. Or three more times. And it didn't matter if the woman watched or 
not. Jackie hated to admit it, but having a spectator seemed- to get her 
hotter faster. She enjoyed it. Maybe she was a natural-born performer and 
liked an audience. 

Whatever it was, she didn't try to analyze it. All she wanted to do was 
screw again. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"I can't believe you got it back so quick," said Jackie, looking in wonder 
at the man's fully erect length. It had been fast. Just a few scant minutes 
since they'd fucked. 

The woman sat up beside her and began stroking across her boobs. The 
tingling began to grow. The man's prick looked so inviting. She loved to 
invite it up her cunt! 

But the woman's hands were becoming more insistent. It was obvious she 
wanted to really get it on with the teenager. Jackie didn't know if she 
could accommodate both a man and a woman making love to her at the same 
time. 

It was different with two guys. One up her cunt was divine. Another up her 
ass buggering her was even better. And when they worked together, she was 
carried off into her own private heaven. But with a woman? What could she do 
while the man was fucking her? 

"Three way?" the woman asked. "I think he's about ready to go again. You can 
tell by the silly look he gets on his face." 

"So who's looking at his face?" countered Jackie. And she hadn't been, 
either. Her eyes were glued onto his throbbing cock. Even in the man's firm 
grip, his cock was dancing around like a thing possessed by a demon. And in 
a way it was possessed-by a demon of lust. 

She shivered a little, thinking it was lust she was generating in the man. 
He wanted to fuck her again. And the woman wanted a piece of the action, 
too. 

Being lusted after made her feel good. It helped her put things in 
perspective. Others felt the same sexual drives she was responding to. She 
wasn't a freak. She was normal. All this was natural. Sex was fun, it was 
the way other people got their kicks. 

It was almost a relief for her, knowing these two got their rocks off in the 
same way she did. They had to have sex like water or food or air. She was 
one of their kind. 

"If you two are finished, with your little conversation, do you or don't 
you?" he asked. 

The woman looked coy. "Do we want to what?" 

"Fuck, you silly bitch. What else? If you want, you can have your dildo back 
and you can lock yourself in the closet. Or we can think of something else 
for you to do." 

"That sounds nicer," she said, smiling. 

"Uh, look. I'm sort of new at this three-way stuff. The only times I ever 
did it was with a couple of guys. What ..." 

The man and woman looked at each other, then burst out laughing. 

"You re new at it? You've only made it with a couple men at the same time? 
Don't you know how few people ever make it with two or more at the same 
time." 

"No." 

"Most of the population never gets out of the missionary position," the man 
said. "You're a rare find, if I do say so. Young, lovely and experienced." 

"And hornier than hell," added the woman, licking her lips in anticipation. 

"That's true. Me being horny, I mean. So let's take Heater's advice and get 
on with this. How do we do it?" Jackie was feeling more and more excited at 
the prospect of making it with a guy and another woman. This was downright 
kinky. 

And fun! 

"On your hands and knees, girl," the man ordered. "And you, my dear, down in 
front and spread those lovely legs. I'm sure the young lady would just love 
to eat out your tasty little pussy." 

The woman hastily obeyed. It was apparent she wanted nothing more than to 
feel the girl's tongue probing around in her juicy cunt. She braced her back 
against the headboard of the bed, spread her legs wide, exposing her 
black-rimmed twat. With her legs bent, Jackie could easily work her mouth up 
to the beckoning twat. 

Being on her hands and knees, Jackie's ass was sticking pertly up in the 
air. The man dropped behind her shaking the bed a little. As the springs 
took up the shock of his landing, Jackie felt him mo'.ing close behind her. 

His hands stroked over her asscheeks. She shivered with excitement. This was 
more like it. No more talking, just doing! 

He pushed her thighs apart with a firm pressure. She managed to get herself 
opened up enough for her hairy clam to be open wide for the man. Using her 
newly trained muscles, she made her pussy lips wiggle and flap a little bit. 
It was a wanton invitation for the man's cock. She hoped he would quickly 
take her up on it. 

"Damn, but you learn the screwiest things," he said, seeing her labia 
rippling back and forth. 

"All the better for screwing!" 

"You bet it is!" 

He moved closer. She felt his hands spreading her asscheeks, moving down 
into the humid canyon of her ass. His fingers groped along the bottom of 
this crevice until he found her asshole. She thought for a moment he would 
press his finger in. 

He didn't. He seemed satisfied with the surge of joy ripping through her. 
She arched her spine and tried to shove her hips back to take his finger up 
her back passage. She failed. He wasn't going to be suckered into doing 
anything he didn't want to. 

The man was calling the shots. The girl was along for the ride. He'd mount 
up and ride her for all she was worth. She could enjoy. He was past caring 
now. His cock was hurting. The urgency he felt came from his balls. He was 
actually hurting. 

If he didn't dive into that sex well soon, he'd go out of his mind. Better 
to fuck her than that! Especially when she was so obviously longing for his 
ponderous length of cock. 

"Come on, kid, eat!" came the command from the woman. She was holding her 
pussy lips open for the girl. 

Jackie was momentarily confused. She was caught in the middle. What did she 
do? The woman's snatch was close to her mouth. Inhaling, she could smell the 
heavy musky odor of a fully aroused female. And the tiny river of cunt juice 
trickling down the woman's crotch told her just how much the woman was 
turned on. 

That decided her. She wanted to find out first hand what cunt juice tasted 
like. Why did guys get off so on it? Was it as tasty as their sperm? 

She buried her face in the woman's pussy and began to lick. She started at 
the bottom of her sex slit and worked slowly up. Tending carefully to the 
sex lips, her tongue stroked and licked and slurped up every dewy drop of 
fuck fluid she could find. The woman seemed to collapse as Jackie's tongue 
worked firmly against her delicate flesh. 

When she got to the bottomless pit of her manhole, the girl drove her tongue 
cock-hard into it. The flow of juices almost drowned her. She licked them 
all up, avidly sampling. The salty tang excited her. The heavy oils of the 
woman's insides were better than any wine. The teenager found she couldn't 
get enough fast enough. 

Her tongue stabbed out and into the cunt. Back and forth, she washed down 
the walls of the woman's wide open pussy. Sucking in all the lubricants she 
could, the girl tongue-fucked the woman until her jaws began to feel the 
strain. She was driving far up her twat. Too far for her jaw muscles to 
relax. 

Just as she was thinking about trying something else, she felt the man's 
cock spear into her own cunt. She gasped and sucked in another mouthful of 
tasty cunt juice. The combined action was enough to convince her she hadn't 
gotten her fill yet. Either up her cunt or from the woman's cunt. 

For a moment, she just reveled in the sensations echoing into her body from 
her twat. The cock pistoned deep into her body. He was using short, choppy 
strokes alternated with long, deep ones. The uneven- rhythm kept her 
constantly off balance. The bed was rocking back and forth, threatening to 
tumble her at any second. 

She hung on. She had to if she wanted more. 

"Keep sucking, dammit!" the woman cried. "You aren't sucking me hard 
enough!" 

"Let her do it her own way," the man grunted. 

Jackie felt the cock surge all the way up her vagina. She felt her pussy 
walls stretching to accommodate this huge battering ram of flesh. It was 
almost more than she could handle. 

The cock in her love channel should have been enough. But the pussy was 
still being wantonly offered to her. She should suck and tongue and give the 
woman as much pleasure as possible. But she was confused. Her body resisted 
her efforts. It was confused about how to respond, what to respond to. 

The tingling, electric surge of a cock screwing into her quim should have 
been enough. The feel of hairy thighs rubbing across her smooth ass should 
have given her a sexual high. The feel of the man's hands stroking along her 
sides, occasionally reaching under to flick across her clit-that should have 
been sufficient for her. 

She might have been a sex junkie, but all that was more than most women ever 
got. Still she wasn't happy. 

The cunt beckoned to her. She sucked. The succulent juices dribbled down her 
chin. She licked across silky smooth vulva. Her tongue stabbed into a cunt. 
The slick walls rippled against her tongue. The tiny pillar of clit seemed 
to beg for attention. She gave it. 

Her tongue looped around the base of the go-button. She tasted the 
love-juice drenched pillar of erectile tissue and wanted more. Sucking, she 
pulled it into her mouth. Trapping the clit was easy. Her lips formed a very 
small "O" and the clit pulsed between her lips. Her tongue flashed out. It 
lightly touched the very tip of the pleasure center. 

The woman convulsed with orgasm. Her legs locked down hard on each side of 
the girl's head. Suddenly deaf and blind, she could only taste and feel. Her 
nose buried in the black fur of the woman's bush, she could hardly breathe. 

So she sucked harder. Her tongue relentlessly moved across the trapped clit. 
The woman refused to come down from her climax. The girl was being perverse. 
She kept driving her tongue hard against the sensitive tip of the clitoris. 

Finally the woman managed to relax, only to soar off on another orgasm as a 
rough tongue penetrated her cunt and began swirling around. The girl's 
tongue became a tornado, stirring up deeply hidden passions. She pushed the 
woman over the brink of orgasm again. 

And then she felt the pressures in her own body. The cock was no longer 
entering and leaving her pussy with ragged movements. The man was fucking 
her with short, quick strokes. No single entry was very deep. But he was 
speeding back and forth so fast, she felt as if she were burning up. 

The friction he was building in her body was intense. The need for cock all 
the way up her cunt was forgotten. He was bringing her off with this 
ultra-fast fucking. Every nerve in her box burned with delight. The 
sensation worked its way up her spine and found her brain. The hammering in 
her cunt pounded into her skull. She felt the vibrations all through her 
torso. 

The climax ripped through her until she was crying openly. Tears of joy ran 
down her cheeks and onto the woman's thighs. The girl didn't even notice. 
She was too wrapped up in experiencing the lovely dong hurtling into her 
belly. 

Friction warmed her. The dong spread her pussy lips, stroked against her 
velvety cunt walls. And the finger on her tit pressed firmly. That more than 
anything else set off another orgasm. Her body was racked with the most 
intense and pleasurable sensation she'd ever known. She didn't believe a cum 
could be this violent. 

It was. 

As she was coasting down the far side of her orgasm, she tasted cunt in her 
mouth. The woman eagerly crammed her snatch forward for more tonguing. She 
was as insatiable as the teenager. 

Jackie gave her what she wanted. Her lips kissed and sucked on the pussy 
lips. She pulled one of the vulva into her mouth and trapped it between her 
pearly teeth. The woman sighed with pleasure. Then came the fervid groans of 
delight. 

The girl gnawed gently on the flap of sex lip. 

Her tongue raced back and forth, stimulating it to the utmost. She never let 
her tongue rest. It was moving everywhere along the woman's snatch. Through 
the pussy mound covered with its black fleece. Over the bristly rim around 
the sex lips. Down and into her asshole. 

Anywhere the woman might be stimulated by a tongue, she was. When the 
teenager's tongue wormed into her quim again, the woman had another orgasm. 
Shrieking, hips bucking, she let it tear her apart. 

But the girl wasn't able to enjoy the other woman's pleasure for long. The 
man's cock was now driving deeper and deeper up her own twat. She was being 
filled to overflowing with cock. Plugged, her juices oozed out around the 
prick and down onto the man's balls. She felt the thin river of her fuck 
fluids running down the inside of her leg. 

The light touches made her acutely aware of everything going on. The cock 
buried up her cunt was jerking with lust. It was pulsing, twitching, dancing 
around like a thing gone wild. She felt the broad glans pressing firmly into 
her lust-slickened twat walls. Then she knew the man was going to cum. 

He rammed harder and farther up her than he had previously. His cock felt 
like a stick of dynamite as it exploded in her guts. The river of semen 
poured into her belly. His fuck stick stirred around until she was pushed 
over the brink of orgasm again. 

Together, all three of them were racked and tossed on the hurricane winds of 
climax. They were totally oblivious to everything around them. All that 
mattered was their own personal world of ultimate human pleasure. 

Jackie managed to survive the fierce emotions in her body. She felt totally 
exhausted when the woman pulled away from her mouth. The man's cock still 
fucked in and out of her manhole. But it was melting inside her. She could 
feel it growing limper with every thrust. 

Then it dribbled limply from her cunt. 

She relaxed, falling forward on the bed. The softness of the bedspread 
seemed to comfort her. 

Looking up, Jackie saw the man and woman standing together kissing. It was 
obvious they'd both gotten off on this in a big way. She wondered about 
them. On the surface, they were a normal pair. But their desires were 
apparently stirred and whipped to a fever pitch by a third party. Jackie 
wondered if they would have settled for a man instead of a chick. 

She sighed. She could always ask but it didn't seem to be the thing to do 
now. Not when they were obviously getting it on. Their stamina amazed her. 
But she had had it for the evening. No more sex tonight. 

Her crotch ached, her jaws ached, her whole body ached. But it was a good 
feeling. She felt warm and comfortable and had been needed. 

Putting her clothes on, the couple never noticed her. As she was going out 
the door, the man called out, "Hey, Pussy lips. You're forgetting something. 
There. On the dresser." 

Then he went back to some heavy kissing. 

Jackie looked on the dresser and found three fifty dollar-bills neatly 
folded and clipped together. Shrugging, she picked the money up and left 
quietly. No reason to further disturb them. 

Outside in the cool night air, she shuddered. What a fuck fest that had 
been! 

And a hundred-fifty bucks for it! Hell, this was better than most men earned 
in a week. And she was certain she had been better fucked than most men 
managed in a week. 

She was content. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The couple had really worn her out. This was the most satisfied Jackie could 
remember feeling since that party-how long ago?-where Steve had popped her 
cherry. It seemed like years and years and years ago. It seemed incredible 
to her when she realized it was less than a month in her past. 

So much fucking in that time! And she didn't regret a single bit of it. Each 
lay had been different, exciting, worthwhile. She had rapidly graduated from 
high school kids to real men. The studs at Walter Williams Memorial High 
just couldn't cut it compared to the men she'd found using the CB radio. 

Making it with another chick was interesting. Jackie couldn't think of 
herself as a lesbian, knew she would never qualify. Men were too much fun. 
She needed cock, not rubber dildos. The feel of a meaty prick, shivering 
with lust, hot with passion, fucking her tight little cunt could never be 
duplicated by a hunk of rubber. 

But being bisexual was something she'd have to think about. That was an 
entirely different game. 

She couldn't deny she and the woman seemed to complement each other. They 
were soul mates in a way she had never been with any man. Being bi had its 
problems, but it seemed to have its rewards, too. 

Another woman knew intimately well all the rights things to do. A man had to 
be told, otherwise he would never know. He was wired up differently. That 
was apparent. 

Heater and Hot Pants had shown her a good time. And the money hadn't been 
peanuts either. She felt the three bills tucked neatly in her pocket. A 
hundred and fifty dollars for an hour or two of something she loved doing. 

Most people never had it so good. They hated their jobs, found them dull and 
boring, didn't like their bosses, something. But she was making good money 
doing what came natural to her. In fact, she had to do this. Her body 
refused to let her just slide along in the mainstream of life. 

Paid for doing exciting work-not work, she quickly corrected, fun! 

But she couldn't think of herself as a hooker. That was sordid. Hookers paid 
off pimps who were nothing more than leeches sucking the lifeblood from 
virtual slaves. Jackie couldn't exactly figure how she classed herself. 

Just a sixteen-year-old girl out for some kicks. Well-paying kicks, to boot. 

She pulled into the drive way and saw only one light on; it was in her 
brother's room. Feeling a little guilty about neglecting him when he'd come 
all the way home from Germany, she slipped into the house and immediately 
went into Dennis' room. 

He was packing. He looked up, smiled slightly and said, "Hi. Been out 
again?" 

"Sure, big brother. You know how it is." She sat down on the bed. 

"No I don't. Why don't you tell me how it is." 

Jackie looked at him. He was trying hard not to get mad. But at her? For 
what? What had she done? 

"Look, Dennis, I'm sorry I didn't spend more time with you. I know you 
probably won't be back for another six or eight months. And I'm sorry. 
Really. But... " 

"But you were out whoring around and couldn't take the time." 

She sat, stunned. 

"I know what you've been doing," he continued, his voice bitter now. "You're 
using that goddamn CB radio to pick up truckers. I wondered what the big 
attraction was when I showed you how to use the rig. I did some digging 
around. It's not hard to find out when a new chick hits the scene. 
Everyone's talking about the blonde Pussy Lips." 

"I'm not a whore, Dennis. Believe me. It's just that... that I need a lot of 
sex. And I wasn't getting it around the school. I... I guess I've been 
looking for someone as good in bed as you are." 

That shook him. He had a shocked look on his face. 

Jackie pressed her advantage. "After that night when we, uh, balled, it was 
like I needed miles and miles of cock. I was looking for someone who was 
even half as good as you. You don't have to believe me. You probably don't 
and I can't blame you. But it's true!" 

"You mean I turned you on so much, you've been out fucking anything that 
moved trying to match me?" 

"Something like that. I finally realized what a load of bullshit Mom and Dad 
handed out over the years. Be a virgin, get married, but be a virgin. That's 
like buying a pair of gloves without ever seeing them or trying them on. 
They might fit and be just what you want. But you can't tell. I, well, put 
it this way. I've been shopping around seeing what I want, what I need in 
the way of a man." 

"Have you found out?" 

"Yeah, sort of." 

"What's that mean?" 

"I want you. You're the exact type of man I want. And . . . and I know I can 
never have you!" She started crying. 

He put his arm around her. "I knew I shouldn't have screwed you that night. 
But you needed comforting. And hell, I needed to get my rocks off, too. I 
guess it's my fault for doing it, though." 

"N-no! I wanted it, too. We're both at fault, if you want to call it that. 
We needed each other." 

"Have you finally found someone else?" 

"No." 

He swallowed and pulled her a little closer. Dennis felt responsible for 
what had happened. He was almost driving his little sister into a life of 
whoring just because he couldn't control his own urges. 

"Look, why have you been taking the money if you're not the young Miss 
Hooker of the Year?" 

"Why not? I never asked for a penny. But they wanted to give it to me so I 
took k. I. . . I've got almost a thousand dollars." 

Dennis had to laugh in spite of himself. "A grand? Hell and damnation, kid, 
you must be a helluva good lay!" He stopped himself then. He realized what 
he was saying. Not quite encouraging her, but almost. 

"I don't care about that, Dennis. Really. It's... it's finding someone who 
cares and who can take care of me sexually. That's what I've been hunting 
for." 

"You won't find it out on the road. People traveling through a city are only 
after a one-night stand. They've probably got families somewhere else. So, 
will you promise me you won't go screwing around with that fuck in' radio 
anymore?" 

She looked up into his eyes. They were concerned-for her. But if she agreed, 
what then? She'd be cut off from her only source of hungry cock voracious 
enough for her pussy. 

"On one condition." 

"Name it," he said. 

"Fuck me again. One last time. Before you leave." 

"No. I can't do that, Jackie. You know why. It's not... right." Looking at 
her, he wondered why it wasn't. He had really started her on all this. And 
if balling her one more time would get her to give up the life she was 
falling into, it would certainly be worth it. He could look on it as 
therapy. Even rehabilitation. 

And a hell of a lot of fun. He remembered with great fondness how it had 
been that night a month ago. 

"I've got to pack." 

"So pack it... this! ... into me!" Her hand was pressing suggestively into 
his crotch. His sister had a way of making things seem so simple. A complex 
thing like balling a flesh-and-blood relative was suddenly a simple problem. 
Did he want to or not? That's how easy it was now. 

He wanted to. 

He bent down and kissed her upturned face. Her. lips tasted better than he'd 
remembered. She pressed close to him, demanding, urging him on. Their bodies 
rubbed against each other, stimulating, promising more. 

Soon, they were lying alongside each other on his bed. His sister snuggled 
closer to unzip his fly. His cock tumbled out. She took it and began 
stroking up and down it, beating him off. He felt the tremors deep in his 
groin. If she kept that up, he'd cream all over her. 

And he wanted his prick somewhere else when he erupted. 

He pulled free of her. He didn't want to let his cock go unattended, but had 
little choice. Better that it was out in the cold for a while and able to 
fuck later, than be drained of its jism now. 

Their lips melted together. His tongue started out to enter her mouth only 
to encounter her tongue. Darting from one mouth to another, their tongues 
played hide and seek. And when they found each other, their rough, pink 
tongues stroked and caressed and worked miracles. 

Both were panting by the time he started moving back along her fragile jaw 
to her ear. His hot breath sensitized her already aroused flesh. Then he 
started nibbling on her ear. She pressed her body firmly against his, 
demanding more. He tried to ignore it but couldn't. He wanted a lot more 
foreplay, to give her the full spectrum of fucking. 

She obviously wanted his cock-now. 

He let his tongue rim around the edge of her ear. Quick, fast, he probed 
into her ear. She moaned once, then her hands began clawing at his back. She 
was fully aroused now and demanding more, far more than a tongue in her ear. 
He knew she dug this. But she wanted his prick stuffed between her legs. 

She had really gotten to be a sex-starved bitch in the past month. 

He vowed to give her what she wanted. He'd fuck her until she couldn't 
possibly stand it any longer. He'd show her what it meant to be really well 
fucked. 

Jackie was writhing around, her cunt demanding to be filled. She felt her 
emotions soaring. She was actually getting a chance to screw her brother 
again. 

Incest! 

The word echoed through her head. It made her cunt gooey with desire. It 
turned her on in a big way. 

Fucking with her brother! 

She shivered with delight and spread her legs even wider. The panties she 
still wore ripped at the crotch. Now she had a convenient hole into which 
she could shove her brother's cock to reach . . . her hole! 

He was flat on his back as she climbed on him. He didn't protest that she 
was taking the initiative. He could let her do her damnedest, then still 
have enough lead in his pencil to fuck the daylights out of her. 

She lifted up and grabbed his dong. Positioning it under her, she let it 
slide through the hole in her undies. Her cunt was already juicy. There 
wasn't the least bit of friction as his dork slid smoothly into her body. 

Gasping with the sudden intrusion of his cock, she simply sat astraddle his 
body, luxuriating in the feel of it inside her. The cock was pulsating. It 
throbbed with a vitality lacking in other men's dongs. She couldn't explain 
why her brother's cock excited her so much. 

Maybe it was forbidden fruit. Maybe it was because this was incest that she 
got such a charge from it. 

Or maybe it was true that her brother was different from other men, that he 
could more easily satisfy her with his cock. 

She didn't care what it was. Laying dormant in her cunt was nice, but she 
wanted more. She had to have it surging far up into her juicy quim. Nothing 
less would do. 

Lifting her hips up, she let his cock slip from her slickened pussy. She 
paused at the top of her fucking cycle. His cockhead split her pussy lips 
just enough to send little electric thrills into her body. She savored them 
like a gourmet lingering, over a fine meal. Then she relaxed just a little 
and allowed an inch of his prick to enter her. 

It pressed into the tiny chamber of her box. She twisted from side to side. 
His cock rubbed and turned and stimulated her inner sex lips. Her vulva felt 
turgid, bloated with blood. Her entire crotch was coming fully alive now 
from the magic of the fucking. 

As the warmth spread like heated butter through her loins, she lowered 
herself another inch. It slid easily into her, spread the rubbery tunnel of 
her cunt. She sighed. It was so nice having her brother's cock going into 
her fuming, frothy little pussy again. Her quim needed his cock. It was 
unmatched for giving her a sex high. 

"How you like it, big brother?" 

"Keep going, you stupid bitch!" he moaned. "I only got so much will power. I 
already want to screw you silly!" 

She smiled at his words. This was what she wanted to hear. She was giving 
him a large charge of sexual electricity. It was going into his prong and 
down into his balls. And he was coming alive to her. She was turning him on 
now. 

Things had changed since the first time they'd fucked. He had taken the 
initiative then. He'd known what she wanted and given it to her. Comforting 
her, he'd fucked her the best she'd ever gotten it. 

But now she was able to know her own needs, her own desires. And she was 
able to give him what he wanted, too. Experience had taught her a hell of a 
lot about men. She was going to be able to bring her brother off with little 
trouble. 

First she had to get her own kicks. 

She drove his spike of pleasure another inch into her yearning cunt. It 
squished in around her juicy cunt walls. She sighed again as the cock spread 
her collapsed pussy, stretching her out. The rubbery texture of her twat 
hadn't changed much. She still had a virgin-tight cunt, juicy, hot and 
clinging. She knew she could pleasure any man. 

As if her brother was just any man. He was someone special. He was her 
brother. 

Incest. ' 

The word came back to her. 

She lowered her hips another couple inches. He pressed firmly against her 
twat now. His length was almost totally buried up her demanding passage. She 
twisted and turned and rocked back and forth. She tried to rip his cock out 
by the roots. Firmly gripping it with her strong stomach muscles, she loved 
the trapped feeling of his dork in her guts. It throbbed with a vitality 
missing in other cocks. It set her own desires on fire. She was slowly being 
consumed by her own needs. 

Dropping the last inch jammed the prick all the way up her twat. She sat 
there, impaled on his cock. She felt his balls pressing into her crotch. The 
wetness spread and lubricated all their genitals. But the churning she felt 
in his nuts told her the entire story. 

He was going to cum soon. 

She was turning him on so much, he wasn't able to control himself very well. 
Looking down into his face gave her the complete picture. His eyelids were 
half closed. He was biting his lower lip. And the rigid set to his features 
assured the girl that her brother was close to blasting out his wad into her 
hungry cunt. 

She began the slow journey to the top of his pillar of man meat. His fierce 
red cock slid from between her pussy lips, coated with fuck juice. It 
glittered in the light of the room. She looked down between her legs and 
marveled at the sight. 

It was as if she were some sort of magician conjuring a cock from her guts. 
She let all but the plum-tipped head out of her hot man trap. She twisted 
from side to side and watched his cock dance around. Then she simply relaxed 
and dropped. 

She took his entire length up her cunt with bone-jarring abruptness. 

She loved the way his dong slammed into her. Rising up, then plummeting down 
again, she started fucking herself in earnest. No more gentle cum-ons. This 
was for real. This was the heavy fucking. 

As his cock slid in and out of her clutching twat, she mumbled over and 
over, "Incest! Dennis ... brother .. . incest! Love it! Love the long cock 
in my twat! Incest!" 

Her brother didn't hear. The blood pounded too loudly in his ears for that. 
All he knew was the flame of desire burning brightly in his cock. The entire 
length of his pecker was on fire. If it had been dipped in acid, more 
violent sensations couldn't have been ripping through it. 

He felt his balls tighten. The sac was filled with heavy, creamy jism. And 
his cock was going to release it at any instant. He struggled to hold it 
back. He wanted more from his little sister than a quickie. 

He wanted to fuck her all night long. He loved the way her cunt fitted 
around his prong. He felt like he was driving into a velvet glove, a tight, 
hot and clinging glove. She was able to squeeze down with her stomach 
muscles in a way most chicks never even thought of. 

She was massaging and caressing the entire length of his dork. And it was 
driving him wild with desire! 

His hips began lifting off the bed to meet her downward trip. Their crotches 
smashed together with a squishy, wet sound. Grinding hard, he managed to 
shove his prick an extra inch up her cunt. It felt as if he was plugging a 
hole in a dike. 

His cock seemed to be sucked into her guts. She was turning into a milking 
machine after his semen. Tiny ripples up and down her slippery twat tried to 
rob him of his lead-heavy load. He resisted. He wanted more. 

Sweating, he lifted his hips off the bed again. This time he began to thrash 
and squirm about under her descending cunt. He felt her pussy lips lewdly 
kiss his prong. It was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt. Her sex 
lips actually opened up of their own accord and planted a juicy kiss on his 
length. 

His cock twisted and spun hard in her tunnel of love. She was getting ready 
to come. He could tell. Looking at her face, she seemed to have a mask on. 
But it was a rigid mask of passion. Her eyes were half closed, giving her a 
sleepy look. 

But he knew she was anything but sleepy. Not with his cock driving with 
incredible force up her cunt. He was jolting her hard enough each time they 
fucked together to bounce and jiggle her tits. He loved the way they 
bounced. 

And then he decided to help her along the road to orgasm. He reached down 
between their legs and pressed her pussy lips tightly around his prod. He 
gasped at the sudden increase of pleasure in his groin. He hadn't thought it 
was possible to give himself so much enjoyment with such a simple act. 

Her pussy lips were completely engulfing him now. He felt them ripple and 
squeeze down with a power he hadn't believed possible. But he wasn't 
complaining. Far from it. He was barely able to hold back the result of his 
passion. 

His balls were hurting almost too much to bear now. But the way his cock 
felt, he wanted to fuck forever. 

Moving his hand over to her clit, he pressed the tiny button back down into 
the sheath of flesh from which it poked up. . She cried out incoherently 
when he touched her pleasure center. The little go button was quivering with 
ill-suppressed lust now. 

She came when he began to stroke up and down the slippery pillar. Her clit 
was still the trigger for. her cum. 

He knew he couldn't last any longer when his sister began really fucking 
herself. She moved so fast up and down his pole, she was a blur. And the way 
her cunt clutched at his buried length, he was being crushed to death. 

His balls erupted their load. He fountained out his gallons and gallons of 
spunk. The white goo spurted powerfully all the way into her body, then, 
when he was starting to run dry, her pussy walls began rippling up and down 
his dong. She milked him some more. 

When he was dry as a desert, her twat released him. 

They both collapsed in extreme tiredness. He knew she'd gotten off on the 
fucking. He could tell by the glow in her eyes, the way her skin was 
flushed. 

He asked, "Do we have a deal?" 

"Huh? What do you mean, brother dear?" 

"About you stopping. I don't want you using my CB radio any more to pick up 
people. That was the deal. We balled one more time and you stopped doing 
it." 

She sighed. It had been so good fucking her brother again. He was a real 
cocksman. But she'd found better out on the road. A couple of the truckers 
were just super studs. How could she give that up and still keep the promise 
to her brother? 

She wondered if it would be worth it making the promise. 

He said, "Come on, Jackie. You told me you would agree when we'd made it 
once more. Are you going to back out now?" 

"No," she said. "I promise I won't use your CB any more to go out hustling 
men on the highway. For a good fucking like you've given me, I'd promise 
just about anything." 

"Good," he said. "And I want you to keep that promise. I'm going to be gone 
so I won't be able to ride herd on you." 

"I don't want you to ride herd on me. I just want you to ride me!" 

"Sexy bitch!" 

"Want to make it again?" she asked, hopefully. 

"So soon? Hardly able, I'd say." 

"Oh, we'll see about that!" and she dived down to his crotch. Her mouth 
fastened on his cum-drenched cock and began to suck. Soon she had all his 
jism licked clean and was tasting her own cunt juices. This was where it was 
at. She loved her brother's dong. She'd do anything- anything at all-for it. 

Even promise not to use his CB again. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"I read your copy, Flagpole. That's a big 10-4, you bet. I'll be over in a 
little while. 10-7." 

"Mercy sakes, Pussy Lips, I can hardly wait. See you in ten very long 
minutes." 

Jackie smiled as she keyed the engine to life. This was the fifth trucker 
this week she'd been able to snare. It was really neat being back in the 
swing of things. Dennis had left a couple weeks ago and, for a week, she'd 
felt like homemade shit. 

She'd actually tried keeping her promise to him. Not going out, she found 
herself becoming more and more cock-starved. She was like a person dying of 
thirst. Anything would do. 

She tried masturbating with anything that came to hand. Finally getting a 
dildo, she used that. Five, six, ten times a day. And it hardly sated her 
voracious sexual appetite. 

But actually breaking the promise she made to her brother was unthinkable. 
Her word was her bond. She'd never broken a promise in her life and she 
wasn't going to start. 

Desperation makes people think more clearly at times. She began going over 
exactly what she had promised Dennis. She'd promised him she wouldn't use 
his CB to go out hustling any more. 

And she wasn't using his CB. She'd bought one of her own. She had plenty of 
money. Why not invest in her future? Her future happiness? And then things 
had gotten back to normal. The first couple days were slow. It picked up 
after that. She began to flow with the traffic once more, become a part of 
it. 

She felt a few guilt pangs that she wasn't honoring the spirit of her 
promise. Then she decided to hell with it. She was honoring the exact word. 
She wasn't using his radio. It was hers. A brand new one. And if she didn't 
do this, she'd sure as death and taxes go out of her mind with unrequited 
desire. 

Pulling up next to the eighteen-wheel semi, she quickly got out. She was 
more and more excited as she clambered up the outside and opened the cab 
door. Inside were two truckers. And both of them looked like they were horny 
enough to fuck anything that moved. 

Just what she needed. 

"Hi, I'm Pussy Lips." 

"And I'm Flagpole. Know how I got my handle?" 

"Yeah, I think so. Your handle, uh, other handle. Right?" She looked at his 
crotch and saw the tremendous bulge in his dirty denims. The man's flagpole 
would come tumbling out and go all the way up her cunt. She began to feel 
slippery in the crotch just thinking about it. 

"Hey, baby, I like those tits," the other one said. 

She looked at him and smiled. "I think I know just the thing for you boys," 
she said, beginning to skin out of her clothes. And she did. Being without 
sex for almost an entire week had been like starving to death. Instead of 
dreaming about food, she dreamed about exotic ways of fucking. And she had 
thought up one which should accommodate both of them. 

"Here's the way it's gonna be, gang," and she explained what she had in 
mind. 

One guy looked dubious but Flagpole smiled broadly, revealing a broken 
tooth. "Hell, I like the idea. As long as I get the pussy, anything's fine 
with me." 

"Well, stud," she said to the other one. "Are you game for something a 
little different? You said you liked my tits. How much? Enough to want to 
fuck them?" 

"Screw it!" he cried, starting to yank off his pants. "I'm horny enough to 
fuck your tits or mouth or ass or anything!" 

She lay back and waited, legs spread. The long flagpole length of one man 
entered her twat. She sighed with pleasure. It was so good being plugged up 
like that. She wiggled her hips to let him know it was appreciated. And then 
sbe lifted her knees up enough to let him get really into the saddle and 
properly fuck her. 

"G-go on," she said to the other man. "On my chest!" 

He looked skeptical but quickly straddled her chest. His balls flopped 
against the snowy slopes of her tits. He reached down and took a double 
handful of titflesh. He felt the shivery flesh under his fingers and then 
began to get it on. 

Leaning forward, he pressed her boobs together. He tried to rub one nipple 
against the other. Her tits weren't quite large enough for that. He had to 
be satisfied with just rubbing first one, then the other nipple against the 
opposite tit. 

Then he forced the snowy mounds of boob together. The deep canyon between 
them became a small tunnel. And it was through that tunnel he was going to 
drill his cock. He felt his cock flip-flop in anticipation of stroking into 
that pillowy mountain. 

He pressed forward. The purpled head of his dong began to dig through the 
soft tits. The girl moaned under him, smiled a little and then sighed in 
pleasure. This spurred him on. He began corkscrewing his cock into the 
artificial vagina he had created. 

The softness surrounded his pecker. He loved the way her flesh was warm and 
pliant on his prong. He stroked back and forth until her tits were flushed. 
The snowy whiteness made him think they would be cold-they weren't. They 
threatened to bum his dong off. 

Fucking faster, he drove into the passage between her breasts. His cock 
stiffened and he was soon lost in the wonderland of sex. He'd never done 
anything like this. And it was really turning him on. Actually fucking a 
chick's knockers was great! 

The girl thought so, too. The friction of his dong going between her boobs 
warmed her chest, sent tiny tendrils of delight into her body. Her breath 
began coming faster as her excitement mounted. The feel of his hands on her 
knockers was nice. The way he shoved the pillowy masses together made her 
think he might rip them from her body. 

And she loved every second of it. 

But most of all, the feel of the other man's cock sailing up her twat filled 
her with burning desire. She tried to suck him all the way up her cunt. She 
was juicy now. Her need was great. And the nerves all over her snatch begged 
to be fucked. 

She was being strung out to the highest possible sexual tension by the two 
men. Her every nerve trembled in anticipation. 

Her mind began to wander as orgasm crept up on her. She thought of her 
brother and the times they'd fucked. It had been great. But he wasn't the 
best stud she'd ever found. At the time, she'd thought so. That was why 
she'd made the promise she did. 

But there were others in the world even better. They couldn't give her the 
added thrill of incest but they were better lovers. 

As long as she could wear out one stud after another, she'd have to keep up 
with her search for the perfect lay. And she hoped she never found it. She 
wanted a reason to keep on looking. 


THE END
