The Schoolgirl's Horror
by Robert Hancock


FOREWORD 

Roger Masterson really could have had any girl he wanted. Riding his 
motorcycle, he'd blazed a trail of sexual conquests across the country. And 
finally he managed to get a job as a caretaker at a girls' boarding school. 
He knew that as the only man at an all-girl school he wouldn't have much 
trouble getting as much cunt as he wanted. 

But then Roger met Diana. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever met-and 
she was a lesbian. Even though all the other chicks lusted for Roger's 
organ, Diana wanted no part of him. And because she was the only girl who 
wasn't interested in him, Roger knew that he had to have her, he had to make 
her cry out for his flesh. And his desire to conquer Diana and free her from 
her lesbian beliefs was what led Roger on a trail of adventures-sexual and 
otherwise-that culminated in a most interesting conclusion. 

The Publisher 


Chapter One 

By the time I drove my Honda into Boston, I was just about to drop dead in 
the saddle. I'd been driving almost non-stop for three days, the only chance 
I'd had to unwind was when I'd given a lift to that cute redheaded chick in 
Rhode Island. She'd helped me pay for the gas in a very interesting way. 

But now I'd been on the road for almost a month. I'd run out of food, booze 
and pot and I had damned little money with which to replenish my supplies. I 
had to get a job pretty soon, even though it meant working my ass off until 
I had enough money to hit the road again. 

I drove right through Boston, because it's a shitty town; everybody looks 
down their noses at you. I figured I'd be able to get hold of a gig out in 
the suburbs someplace. So I went right into Boston and right out the other 
side, heading for some place called Dedham. 

And sure enough, about halfway between Boston and Dedham, this beautiful 
chick came wiggling her ass right at me, hoping I'd give her a lift. I 
shifted gears and pulled over to her side of the road. 

"Where yuh headed, babe?" I asked, wishing I had a cigarette to give her. 
The best way to relax a chick is to give her a long, white rod of tobacco. 
Then, after she's loosened up a little, I can give her my long, white rod of 
cock-juice. 

"I'm going towards Dedham," she told me. I don't normally dig Massachusetts 
accents, because they remind me of Porky Pig, but this girl had one of the 
cutest twangs in her voice I'd ever heard. And the voice fit right in with 
the gorgeous face and those big, luscious tits. I couldn't see her cunt 
under the miniskirt but I knew I'd be getting a look at it pretty soon. 

"I'm goin' your way, baby," I told her. 

"Hop on behind me an' hold on tight." She looked a little nervous about 
hitching a ride on the back of a motorcycle, but after a little hesitation 
she got on behind me and wrapped her arms around my chest to hang on. Then 
she swung her gorgeous long, white legs into the air and wrapped them over 
my thighs so that her cunt was right up against my ass. I felt better 
already. She had on bright red pantyhose that really turned me on, and her 
skirt was so short that I could almost get a look at her cunt. Almost, but 
not quite. 

As soon as I was sure she was hanging on properly, I shifted out of neutral 
and we roared down the road towards Dedham. But I knew that before we got 
there I'd find an excuse to pull off the road and do a little "nature 
study." 

Once we were really rolling I started to talk with her, trying to get to 
know her better. You might think it's hard to carry on a conversation when a 
motorcycle is roaring its guts out right next to you, but the truth is if 
you're traveling with it then you kind of leave the noise behind. So when I 
spoke to the chick she had no trouble hearing me at all. 

"You live in Dedham, chick?" I wanted to know. 

"Not quite," she answered. "I live right outside it. A girls' boarding 
school. Strict as all hell. Nothing for miles around but teenage girls, and 
a few ugly old lady teachers. After a few months there we all either go 
crazy or turn into lesbians. Or both." 

I couldn't help grinning. I liked this girl, whoever she was. She didn't 
seem to be more than sixteen years old, but she'd obviously been around. She 
knew what life was all about. 

I spoke again. "If this place is so strict, how come they let you off the 
campus." 

"They didn't," she told me. "I broke out. I woke up this morning with this 
awful feeling that if I didn't get some cock inside me in twenty-four hours 
I'd go bonkers. So when no one was looking I sneaked out. If they find out 
I'm missing I'll get my ass handed to me." 

I was liking this girl more and more all the time. "Did you get that cock 
you wanted?" I asked. 

In the rear-view mirror I could see her making a face. "Yeah, I got some 
cock, if you wanna call it that. Two whole inches. I can do better than that 
just jacking off." 

Don't worry," I told her. "I'm sure if you try hard enough you'll get all 
the cock you want." And she would, too, if I had anything to say about it. 
"By the way, my name's Roger. What's yours?" 

"Felicia," she replied. "Felicia Hanley. All the asshole teachers at my 
school call me 'Hanley'. Anytime I do anything wrong, they yell 
'HA-A-A-ANLEY!' " 

I laughed at this. "Well, I'm Roger Masterson. But if you promise to call me 
'Roger' I'll promise to call you 'Felicia'. How's that?" 

"Groovy," she answered. A red brick building was coming at us over the 
horizon and she began to loosen her hold on my legs and back. "Well, here's 
the old house of horrors now," she told me. "The Gladys M. Forsythe Academy 
for Refined Young Women, better known as 'Stalag Seventeen'. Don't let me 
off right outside the place; I have to sneak in through the woods." 

"That's fine with me," I said. I swung the chopper off the highway and down 
a dirt road into the woods that led around to the rear of the Academy. The 
dirt road was riddled with bumps, and every time we hit one I could see 
Felicia's long blonde hair flying around in all directions and her tits 
bouncing up and down like basketballs. 

"You can let me off here," she said, as we came around to a deserted spot 
behind the building. "I guess this is far enough." 

This was my Golden Opportunity. "It's not far enough at all," I told her. 
"Why don't you and I go all the way?" 

I stopped the cycle and she swung one long shapely leg off and onto the 
ground. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked. 

"Well, you went into town for some hot cock, but all you could get was two 
inches. My balls alone are two inches long, think how big my dick is." 

She smiled. "If you'd asked me an hour ago I'd have taken you up on that. 
But I can't waste any more time now; any minute the whole school will start 
looking for me. If they find out I took a powder I'll catch it for sure." 

I didn't give up that easily. "I was nice enough to give you a lift here," I 
pointed out. "I did you a favor, can't you do me one? Haven't you ever heard 
of 'tit for tat'? Or maybe I should say tit for cock." 

"I really hate to sound like an ingrate," she told me, "but I can't afford 
to waste any more time. Every minute I stay here makes it worse." She smiled 
again. "Maybe some other time, Roger." Then she turned and walked towards 
the school, and I could see her ass wiggling back and forth in the sunlight. 

I still hadn't played my trump card. "If you don't let me fuck you right 
here and now," I shouted after her, "I'll go to the Dean of your school and 
tell her that Felicia Hanley was out hitchhiking when she should have been 
studying." 

That stopped her. She turned to face me. 

"You'd really tell on me, wouldn't you?" 

"Damn right," I said. "Unless, of course, you'd care to get down and spread 
your legs." 

She was shocked. "But that's blackmail!" 

"Call it what you want, sweetie. But if I don't get to fuck you, you're 
gonna be in big trouble." 

There was a pause, and then she came towards me. "It looks like you've got 
me over a barrel." 

I really liked this chick. "Don't worry," I told her. "We'll get it over 
quick because I know you're in a hurry." 

I took off my jacket and spread it out on the ground because I know that 
classy girls like Felicia like to have something soft and clean to lie on 
when they lay a guy. She pulled off her tight blouse and I could see her two 
gigantic tits, like a couple of Himalayas, struggling to get out of the 
white lace bra she had on. That bra must have been at least a 42-D. 

And then she was pulling off her miniskirt. Now I could see the spot where 
the bright red legs of her pantyhose joined at the crotch. I felt like I was 
present at the unveiling of a statue. I couldn't wait to see what was under 
that pantyhose. 

Felicia looked up, and when she saw I was watching she blushed. "Do you like 
what you see?" she asked. 

"Hell, yes. But I'd like to see more." 

"Well, here it comes. And what you see is what you get." She pulled down her 
pantyhose, and I was surprised and amused to' see that she had no panties on 
underneath. But in a way I guess it figured. Felicia was the kind of girl 
who was always ready for action, and panties were one thing she didn't need. 

"Okay, Felicia," I shouted. "Put your ass against the wall: here I come, 
balls and all." I got down on top of her, tugging open my Levis and pulling 
out my cock. It was probably the biggest Felicia had ever seen and I could 
tell she appreciated it, because her eyes lit up, eager for the chance to 
feel this meat between her legs. And then I grabbed those legs, those 
beautiful long white legs, and spread them wide. My cock was getting harder 
every second, and I rammed it into her, rammed it up farther and farther 
into her hot box until she began to moan with delight. I could feel little 
shivers of pleasure running up and down inside her voluptuous body. 

And then I bent her backwards onto the ground, forcing my donger farther and 
farther into her flesh. With eager hands I reached out and tore off her bra, 
to reveal those two colossal tits in all their glory, like two Goodyear 
blimps that wanted to soar into the heavens. I bent down and grabbed one of 
her nipples with my mouth, sucking and sucking. Slowly my experienced tongue 
fondled her tittie, teasing the flat brown nipple into a bright-red pyramid 
of lust that quivered and shivered inside my mouth, begging for my tongue to 
caress it even more. 

And then I turned to the other tit, and soon both her nipples were standing 
at attention, two bright points of red-hot flesh that cried out to be 
possessed by my tongue. And all through this my cock was between her legs, 
pumping up and down inside her flesh, churning her mind and body and soul 
into one frothy mass of infinite passion. 

"Oh God, Roger! Oh God!" she moaned. With every pump of my piston her 
delicious body went into new spasms of pleasure, shaking up and down like a 
huge vibrator, massaging my prick, making love to it, squeezing it, coaxing 
it to squirt its love-juice down that longhot tunnel between her legs. 

"More, baby, more! I want it, I want it!" She was screaming now, and I knew 
that that twat of hers would never let my cock go until she'd drained it dry 
of everything it had. 

I was pumping harder and faster and faster and harder, really getting into 
the spirit of things. I could feel my great big cocker swelling up like a 
balloon, getting bigger and bigger, stretching her pussy-hole more and more 
with every passing second. 

"Oh Jesus!" she shouted. "I'm creaming! I'm creaming all over the place!" 
And then her whole body writhed and shook and her vaginal volcano erupted, 
sending hot love-lava shooting upwards through her cunt, upwards to massage 
my prick. 

And then I was creaming too. With a roar as if all Hell had broken loose, my 
cock burst open and sent reams of cream screaming down her passion-hole. And 
all the time my dong was sending love-juice down into her legs she was 
sending the same stuff up to meet me. The two floods of golden love-liquid 
smashed head-on into each other right in the middle of her twat, and I could 
feel her whole body squirming in delight beneath me. But my cock-cream was 
stronger than her vagina-juice, and an instant later she moaned again as my 
flood of scum sent her own love-tonic pouring back down into the place from 
whence it came. I could tell that this would be a fuck she would never 
forget. 

She moaned again and again, and then there was one last earthquake as her 
flesh heaved and subsided, and it was all over. We'd drained each other dry, 
and we were both good to the last drop. I hadn't had a fuck-session like 
that in ages, and I could tell that Felicia hadn't either. 

She sat up and began putting on her clothes. "You're good, Roger," she told 
me. "Better than I expected, and I expected plenty. I'd like to see you 
again some time. Do you live around here?" 

"I don't live anywhere," I answered, which was true. "Me an' my cycle here 
go wherever we want and do whatever we feel like. But to be honest, I 
figured on hanging around here for a while an' trying to get a job. I need 
dough like you wouldn't believe." 

"That's no problem," she said cheerfully, pulling up her pantyhose and 
buckling her tits back into their Playtex Living Holster. "Come on with me 
back to the Academy, and I'll get you a job there." 

I laughed. "As a what? I never taught school in my life. I made a rotten 
student; I bet I'd be worse off as a teacher." 

She giggled. "No, silly. I could get you a job as the campus gardener. The 
only man that's allowed on the place is the gardener, and the last one we 
had kicked the bucket a few days ago. Heart attack, I think. He was a 
78-year-old fart, none of us liked him. But here's your big chance for a 
job." 

'Thanks, but no thanks. When it comes to gardening, I don't know my grass 
from my elbow. Besides, that school of yours sounds pretty depressing. I 
don't think I'd like it there. "Are you KIDDING?" Her eyes were popping out 
almost as much as her tits were. "Didn't you hear what I said about the 
school? Nothing around but teen-age girls, hundreds of them. No men for 
miles around. Each and every one of them dying for a chance to get some cock 
shoved into her. Are you gonna pass up the chance of a lifetime?" 

I almost dropped dead on the spot. Why hadn't I thought of that? If I could 
land this job as the school gardener, not only would I be earning money, but 
there'd be lots of workmen's compensation on the side. Felicia was right; 
this was one job I couldn't pass up. 

I reached out and tweaked the girl's tit. "Okay, Felish, I'll look into that 
job. I just hope it's half as good as you say it is." 

"Don't worry about that," she assured me. "I'll bet that when the girls at 
the Academy see you they'll all be standing in line for you to plough up 
their foliage." She grinned. "Well, come on; I'll take you to Old Lady 
Watson. She's the one in charge of hiring the school's personnel." 

It turned out that Old Lady Watson looked more like Old Alligator Watson. 
She was old and ugly and had warts coming out all over. Even her warts 
looked like they had warts. The chicks at this place would have to be pretty 
sexy to make me forget about this monstrosity. But Felicia had assured me 
that the campus was crawling with beauties. 

Old Scumbag Watson put down her paperwork and stared at me through bifocals. 
"Yes, young man, what can I do for you?" 

You can drop dead, I thought. Out loud I said: "My niece, Felicia Hanley, 
wrote to me, saying that your Academy needed a gardener. I'd like to fill 
that position." 

And once I got my hands on some of the girls here I'd be filling lots of 
things. 

Old Tyrannosaurus Watson, otherwise known as Queen Kong, stared at me harder 
than ever. "What experience have you had as a gardener?" she wanted to know. 

"Oh, plenty," I lied. "I used to be on the advisory board of 'Saturday 
Evening Mulch', one of the top gardening magazines in the country. You've 
heard of it, no doubt." 

"Of course I have," she snapped. "In fact, I happen to be a subscriber." I 
knew I had her now. There was no such magazine. This old fart knew even less 
about gardening than I did! I could bullshit my ass off and she wouldn't 
know the difference! 

"In terms of actual gardening," I went on, "I did a great deal of work at 
the Botanical Institute in Omaha, where I astounded my colleagues by 
developing a whole new breed of labia minora." 

Old Gorilla-Asshole Watson was really getting interested. "Have you really?" 
she said. "Then I suppose you've also done work in the field of 
cross-pollination." 

I smiled. "Pollination is one of my biggies." And once I got this job, I'd 
prove it by pollinating a few of the students. They knew about the birds and 
the bees, but I wanted to teach them about the flowers. 

She stood up. "Mister Masterson, the job is yours. You can start today. I'll 
arrange for one of the girls to show you to your quarters." She pressed a 
buzzer and a girl came in. "Cynthia, this is our new gardener and 
groundskeeper. I'd like you to show him where he'll be staying and explain 
to him his duties." 

The girl came forward. "Yess, Miss Shitfa...I mean, Miss Watson." She took 
me by the hand. "Please step this way, sir." She led me outside. 

Once outside, I took a closer look at the girl I was with. She was even 
younger than Felicia, but already her tits were ripe and ready for plucking. 
She had a sexy way of wiggling her hips as she walked, and her long hair was 
black with just the right touch of brown. I knew that this girl would make a 
very interesting companion. 

I spoke. "You don't seem to like Old Lady Watson any more than I do." 

"Are you kidding?" She made a face and spat on the grass. "For all I care 
that fart-face can shove the whole school up her ass sideways. She runs this 
place like a concentration camp. No food in our rooms, no TVs or telephones, 
and worst of all no chance to go to town and get fucked." She looked me up 
and down, paying particular attention to the bulge in the crotch of my 
Levis. "Mister, I've got an idea that you and I could do great things to 
each other." 

I grinned. "Well, I'm always interested in helping the student bodies." 

"Bodies is right," she told me. "Some of the chicks in this place have got 
tits and asses like you wouldn't believe. But with no men in sight, they're 
all withering on the vine." She smiled. "Not only that, but half of them are 
virgins, in case you like cherries. If you prefer them experienced, the 
other half get dick every time they can." 

"Is that so?" I asked. "Well, if half the girls are virgins and half of them 
aren't, which half are you?" 

She reached out and patted the mountain between my legs. "You'll find out 
later." I was getting hotter every minute. This place looked even better 
than Felicia had told me! 

The cute chick was still talking. "And there's almost six hundred girls 
here," she informed me, "so it stands to reason that if you look hard enough 
you'll find anything you want. There are girls here who like S&M, B&D, 
enemas, spankings...you name it and they want it done to them." She smiled 
again, and tossed her head to get her hair out of her eyes. "Me, I just like 
to fuck. By the way, I'm Cynthia Rodinas. You can call me 'Sin'." 

I shook her by the hand. "And I'm Roger Masterson. You can call me 
'Master'." I knew that this would be a very interesting relationship. 

By now we were in the most deserted corner of the campus, and Cynthia led me 
towards a wooden shack. 'That's the gardener's quarters," she informed me. 
"It doesn't look like much, but it's got electricity and running water...and 
privacy. But now that you're here it may not be too private for long. As 
soon as word gets around that there's a cock on campus the girls will beat a 
path to your door." 

We went into the place and Cynthia switched on the light. The place was 
small, but it was clean and comfortable. And it had a bed that looked big 
enough for a full-grown man and two or three little girls. 

I moved farther into the room to look around, and Cynthia closed the door. 
"As gardener and caretaker you'll have to keep everything growing, do the 
weeding, that kind of shit. The old fart that had the job before was a 
Mongoloid, so if he could do it you could do it." 

I moved closer to the bed. "Felicia Hanley told me that the guy dropped dead 
from a heart attack. I didn't know that gardening was so strenuous." 

She was following me. "It's not," she said. "He got a heart attack because 
he figured he could make a little whoopee with one of the girls. Needless to 
say, the job was too much for him, and he didn't even last long enough to 
cream worth a damn." 

It was all I could do to keep from laughing. "How do you know all this, 
Cynthia?" I asked. "How do you know that he died trying to fuck a girl?" 

"Are you kidding?" she told me. "Who do you think the girl was?" She was 
coming closer. 'That old coot gave me a taste of dick, but just a taste of 
it. I want more, Roger, and I want it now." 

I didn't have to be told twice. I grabbed the girl around the waist and 
pushed her onto the bed. My prick was out in two seconds flat, and Cynthia 
was so surprised at how big it was that she just lay there with her mouth 
open, waiting for me to stick something into it. I pushed her up against the 
bedstead and pulled down her pantyhose. Just like Felicia, this chick didn't 
have any panties on. It looked like "no panties" was the school uniform. 

I yanked her stockings down to her ankles and spread her legs wide. She 
couldn't have been much more than fourteen years old, and as a result her 
cunt was almost bald; there were just little tufts of hair growing around 
the edges. I can always tell a chick's age by the size of her bush. 

It was the work of a moment to shove my wang into her and start pumping. 
Cynthia obviously hadn't been getting much cock lately, because her cunt 
reached out and grabbed my meat like a starving man grabbing food. My 
love-shaft forced its way down into her flesh until the girl was giving off 
little gasps of delight. 

"Oh, baby!" she whimpered in passion. "I've been fucked by that old 
shit-head, and I've been fucked by the boys back home, but I've never been 
fucked by a full-grown man before. I want it! I want it!" 

"Damn right you want it." I was pumping like crazy now, and I reached out 
and yanked off her dress and bra. Her two little-girl tits were staring up 
at me expectantly, waiting for me to make my move. 

They didn't have to wait for long. Soon I had one boob in my mouth and the 
other in my hands, and I was sucking and squeezing as though my life 
depended on it. And Cynthia was loving every minute of it. She squirmed and 
writhed in delicious delight as my rock-hard cock sent spasms of passion 
down her Panama Canal and bouncing around inside her a mile a minute. 

I was pumping harder now, pumping even harder than I'd done to Felicia. 
Felicia had been a pretty experienced chick, but this little girl had never 
before had as much as she wanted. Well, I was going to give it to her. 

And then Cynthia was creaming, and the gusher of vagina-juice was 
lubricating her tunnel and making it all the easier, and even more 
pleasurable, for me to pump my pecker up and down inside her. I was really 
picking up steam now, and I could tell that I was really giving Cynthia 
something to write home about. 

So, before I knew what Cynthia was doing she pulled my head off her tit and 
kissed me. Her probing tongue forced its way into my mouth and began to 
tongue me, and within seconds I sent my own oral organ between her gorgeous 
lips. Our two mouths caressed each other, and all through it my cock was 
still pumping and humping and bumping and thumping up and down inside her 
little-girl pussy. 

"Oh, Roger!" Her whole luscious white body started shaking and shivering 
like a rocket about to blast off, as my donger traveled deeper and deeper 
into the crevice between her legs. "Oh God, Roger!" she moaned. "You're 
turning me on! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" 

I fucked her so hard that her cunt wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. 
My prickerel picked up speed and humped her harder and harder, until I 
expected to strike oil at any second. 

And then I really did strike oil. Because all of a sudden she just started 
vibrating like crazy, and an instant later she was creaming. Her golden 
love-juice came rushing out of the depths in a torrent of passion, shooting 
upwards to coat my cock with its creaminess. I was really getting hot now, 
but Cynthia was even hotter. 

The lips of her cunt squeezed my meat tighter and tighter, and then I was 
creaming too. For the second time that day I experienced the delicious 
sensation of pouring my wad of cock-cream between a girl's legs and down 
into the cavern of her flesh. Cynthia began to writhe in an orgasm of 
passion as my flood of love-cream came pouring down farther and farther into 
the innermost reaches of her body and soul. She was going cock-crazy now. 

She had to have meat or die. She had to feel my prick forcing its way 
between her legs or she would go insane. So I fucked her all the harder, all 
the harder. My cocker was shooting up and down like some sort of huge erotic 
pendulum, and every powerful stroke sent more and more golden cream hurtling 
down her pussy. 

I could feel waves of passion shooting out of her cunt, through my prick and 
up into my body. I was getting hotter by the minute, and I had to have this 
girl just as much as she had to have me. Maybe even more. 

And then there was one last shivering shudder, like the San Francisco 
Earthquake, and our two sets of locked limbs vibrated at a feverish pitch, 
to subside at long long last into that beautiful peaceful feeling that a man 
can have only after he's helped himself to a beautiful piece of pussy. I 
felt better than I'd felt in weeks, and between Felicia and Cynthia I was 
really starting to look forward to my first day on the job here. 

That beautiful fuck was all over now, but I knew that there would be more to 
come; many," many more. I put my prick back inside my Levis and watched as 
Cynthia began to put those clothes back on that beautiful body of hers, to 
put it away for another day. She kissed me, and then got up and went to the 
door. "Thanks a lot, Roger," she told me. "I have to go now, but I'll be 
back. And you can bet that sweet prick of yours I'll be back damned soon." 
She kissed me again. "Good-bye, Roger. Good-bye and...thanks." 

And then she was gone. I couldn't help laughing to myself. I'd dropped out 
of high school and I'd never expected to get anywhere near a school, let 
alone have a job on one. And what a job it would be! Roger Masterson, I told 
myself, you've always wanted to be big man on campus. 

Big man on campus? Hell, I was the ONLY man on campus! As far as life at the 
Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for Refined Young Women went, I had cornered the 
market on cock. And as soon as word got around amongst the student body, I 
knew that I'd really have my hands full. 

 Chapter Two 

The next morning I got up bright and early. In the distance I could hear the 
shouts of the girls as they got ready for another day of school. So far I'd 
only met two of the girls here, but I'd caught glimpses of a few of the 
others, and I wanted to get to know them better. I wanted to help them with 
their extra-curricular activities. 

I got out of bed, but before I could get my clothes on the door burst open 
and two chicks stuck their heads in. "Felicia was right!" one of them 
yelled. "There really IS a man here!" 

"Yeah," gloated the other one. "An' take a look at that cock of his. Hey, 
Mister," she said to me. "You an' I will have to get together some time." 

And then they were gone, leaving the door open and shouting "Hey, girls! 
Cock at last! Cock at last!" 

I got up and started putting my clothes on. I didn't bother to shut the 
door; I figured that they would just open it up again. But I decided that as 
soon as I could I'd have a lock put on that door; the harder it was for the 
girls to get me the more they would want me. 

The old guy who had lived here before had left some bacon and sausages and 
various other things, and the stove was in working order, so I cooked myself 
some breakfast. This layout was even better than I'd hoped. I still hadn't 
discussed the salary with Old Bitchface Watson yet, but this place was so 
ritzy I figured I'd get paid plenty. 

When I was through eating I went outside, looking for the shed where the 
gardening tools were kept. As the only man on the campus I had the sexual 
opportunity of a lifetime, but I knew that I had to spend a certain amount 
of time doing my chores as gardener and caretaker, or else I'd be booted out 
on my butt. Well, every good deal has a catch to it. 

I found the tool shed and went into it. And there, standing two feet in 
front of me, was Old Lady Watson! She-or I should say "it"-was taking 
inventory, writing things down on a big clipboard. When she saw me she 
looked up and smiled, shoving a lot of yellow teeth in my face. 

"Ah, Mister Masterson," she gushed. "I've been waiting for you. There are 
still one or two details of your duties here that we haven't discussed yet." 

"I know," I told her, not bothering to be any more pleasant than was 
necessary. "The salary, for one." 

"That is correct. Your weekly wage is to be one hundred thirty dollars, plus 
living facilities, and one day off a week. I trust that that will be 
sufficient." 

I nodded. It wasn't as much as I'd expected, but then this job had enough 
fringe benefits to make up for that. Besides, I really did need the bread. 

Old Werewolf Watson was still talking. "There's been one thing I've been 
meaning to ask you, Mister Masterson: how is it that a man of your 
experience and abilities, who has worked for one of the nation's leading 
gardening magazines, decided to take this rather poor-paying job here?" 

This question caught me off guard, but I remembered my lie from the previous 
day and decided to reinforce it. "Felicia Hanley, one of your students, is 
my niece," I told her. "She is not very close to her parents emotionally and 
I decided it might be a good idea for me to keep an eye on her." 

Old Scumface nodded. "I understand. How unselfish of you, Mister Masterson." 
She turned to go, then stopped and came back. "Oh, just one more thing..." 

"What is it, ma'am?" I asked. When the hell was this sea monster going to 
get out of here and leave me alone? 

She came closer. "Mister Masterson, you happen to be the only male on a 
campus containing nearly six hundred young girls, as well as the several 
dozen ladies of the faculty and staff. I realize that many men would feel a 
strong temptation to...take advantage of the situation, and I want to inform 
you that any such action on your part will not be tolerated. Do I make 
myself clear, sir?" 

"Yes, ma'am." Look, you leftover from the Stone Age, get outa here before I 
puke all over your so-called face. 

She went back towards the door. "Well, I'll be leaving you to your tasks 
now. Naturally, you will be responsible for keeping the grounds in perfect 
condition. I suppose that Miss Rodinas made that all quite clear to you." 

"Yes, ma'am. Cynthi...I mean, Miss Rodinas was a big help to me. A big 
help." 

Old Bat-Face stared at me oddly for a second, and then she was gone. And not 
a moment too soon. Despite what I'd said to the old crow when I'd applied 
for the job, I really knew practically nothing about gardening and 
groundskeeping. So I decided to start out with the simple things and work my 
way up. I walked around trying to look busy until I found a lawn on the 
campus that needed weeding. I got down on all fours and started weeding. 

I'd been at it for less than ten minutes when a chick came over, carrying a 
bunch of books in front of her, so that I couldn't see how big her tits 
were. She stood right in front of me, and because I was down on my hands and 
knees I could look right up her dress. It looked as though "no panties" 
wasn't the school uniform after all, because this girl had on a pair; yellow 
ones with white lace at the edges. 

She noticed that I was staring up between her legs. "Hi," she said. "Well, 
it looks like things are looking up." 

I turned red, and hastily withdrew my gaze from that wonderful vista between 
the chick's legs. "Oh, I don't mind a bit," she assured me hastily. "After 
all, a girl wouldn't wear such a short skirt if she didn't want guys looking 
up it. So look all you want. Feast your eyes." 

I would have raped her right there, but way off in the distance I could see 
one of Miss Watson's old farts watching me like a hawk. I'd have to give 
this chick the brush-off now and get back to her later. "I'm really busy, 
Miss," I told her, trying to sound as if I meant it. "I'm busy doing all 
this weeding." 

"The hell you are," said the girl, squatting down next to me. That old bat 
in the distance was walking towards us. "If you're weeding then I'm a 
virgin." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. If I was doing something wrong I 
wanted to know about it before Old Vampire Watson found out I was a phony. 

"You're not weeding at all," the girl went on. "You're pulling up more grass 
than weeds. And you're missing all the daisies." 

"Daisies are flowers," I muttered. That orangutang in the distance was 
getting closer all the time. 

The girl laughed. "Daisies are weeds, buddy; any real gardener would know 
that." 

"Okay," I confessed. "So I'm a fake. But I need the job. Run along and leave 
me alone, huh?" 

The girl wouldn't quit. "You need this job like a frog needs wings," she 
blurted. "I know your angle, pal: you figure once you get this job you can 
fuck every girl in sight, don't you?" 

Why wouldn't this cunt leave me alone? "I'm too busy to even fuck a 
knothole," I told her. "Besides, I really do need the money." That part was 
true; I was down to my last couple of bucks. 

The girl stood up. "Well, listen, pal: rumor has it that Felicia Hanley and 
Cynthia Rodinas have already fallen into your clutches. Felicia's sixteen, 
but Cynthia's underage. If word got out that you'd fucked her, Old Lady 
Watson would have you put away for statutory rape." 

And if this girl didn't leave me alone, in a couple of minutes they'd be 
putting me away for first-degree murder. That old fart on the horizon was 
getting uncomfortably close. 

But the girl kept on talking. "If I told Miss Watson that you'd screwed 
Felicia and Cynthia, it would be my word against yours. But I'm the one 
she'd believe, and you'd be in heap big trouble. So with that plus the fact 
that I know you're not a real gardener, I've really got you by the balls." 

"Okay," I said, willing to do just about anything to get this chick off my 
back. "Okay, you've got me. Now that you've got me, what are you gonna do 
with me?" 

"It's very simple, stud," she said coolly. 

"My name's Melanie Simpson. Now that the word's out there's a cock on campus 
every girl in the school will be standing in line to ball you. Well, pal, 
there's only one girl you're gonna fuck, and that's me." 

I kept on weeding, making sure to get the daisies this time. The aborigine 
in the distance was about ten yards away now. 

"You'll fuck me whenever I tell you to," Melanie was saying. "And you won't 
fuck anyone else, whether you like it or not. Otherwise I go to Old Watson 
and spill the beans about your little escapades with Felicia and Cynthia, 
not to mention the fact that you lied about being a gardener. And Old 
Shitface hates liars worse than rapists." 

The old fart, whoever she was, was right next to us. "Simpson," she barked, 
"what are you doing here, Melanie? You should be in class. And furthermore, 
young lady, just why are you detaining this man from his duties? You should 
be in class by now." 

"Right away, Miss Hyde." Melanie got up and went towards one of the campus 
buildings. But before she went she gave me a very significant look. I knew 
that this girl was going to cause plenty of trouble for me. And if I gave in 
to her demands that would only make things worse. 

Miss Hyde, who looked more like Jekyll and Hyde, walked up to me. "Mister 
Masterson, you're not to allow the students to interfere with your duties. 
In fact, you're to have nothing to do with them whatsoever; you are an 
employee here, not a house guest. I trust I make myself clear?" 

"Yes, ma'am." Get away from me, you old bitch, I thought to myself. Can't 
you see I have enough problems? 

But the old witch wouldn't leave me alone. "I particularly do not wish to 
see you associating with Miss Simpson. She is a troublemaker and a nuisance 
and she may have to be expelled one of these days. She refuses to obey her 
teachers, and the only reason that she does what I tell her to is because 
she knows I found out about her little shenanigan with the laundry man. I 
ought to have reported her to Miss Watson, but I am too charitable for my 
own good. Now get to WORK!" 

Ah, blackmail is rampant here! Then she was gone. But Old Lady Hyde had been 
a real help to me. So Melanie Simpson had been putting out for the laundry 
man, eh? Well, if she can blackmail me I could blackmail her. Fight fire 
with fire is my motto. 

As soon as Miss Hyde disappeared Melanie popped out from somewhere or other 
and came at me again. "Okay, Green Thumb," she told me sadistically, "like I 
said, you service me and nobody else, or else I squeal. And I want some 
right now. So do you oblige me, or would you rather get sent up for rape?" 

All I had to do was let on that I knew about the laundry man, and I would 
have this chick over the same barrel she had me on. But I decided to let her 
have her fun a little longer. "Shouldn't you be in class?" I asked her. 

"Fuck class," was her answer. "And anyway it ain't class, it's study hall. I 
just sit there and read. Who needs it? So you get up and fuck me, fella, or 
else you'll be doin' ten-to-twenty on the rock pile." 

I got up. "You win," I told her, pretending that she really did have me up 
against the wall. "Your place or mine?" 

"Yours, of course. Us girls don't have any privacy in this place; we sleep 
four to a form. So you just getcher ass back into that cute little 
gardener's shed, and as soon as nobody's watching I'll be there to join you, 
and you can welcome me with open legs." 

I sighed and went towards the shack. "Okay, but make it snappy. I've got a 
lot of work to do." 

I went back to my quarters, turned on the light and shut the door. There was 
still some bacon on the stove and I ate it. Then I tidied up the bed a bit, 
because I knew that company would be dropping in. But not for afternoon tea. 

A minute later somebody knocked on the door. Out loud I said "I wonder who 
that could be?" 

Melanie came in and slammed the door shut. "Get on that bed, lover," she 
commanded. "I ain't had hot dick in a month, and I'm not leaving this room 
until I get some. And neither are you." 

I leaned over and patted the bed. "I'm ready when you are," I told her. "Get 
your clothes off." 

She shook her head. "Not me, baby. This'll have to be a rush job. YOU strip. 
I'm just gonna pull up my dress and pull down my panties." I just stood 
there looking at her. "Well, what are you waiting for? STRIP!" 

I started to tug off my jacket and shirt, and she watched in admiration as 
my bronzed hairy chest came into view. "God almighty," she breathed softly. 
"I ain't seen a chest like that in ages." 

I grinned. "Well, you're seeing one now." My trousers were at half-mast, and 
I kicked them off and started to take off my boots. Melanie leaned forward 
eagerly, and I could tell that she was anxious to get a look at that bulge 
underneath my shorts. Well, I wanted to see what she had just as much as she 
wanted to see what I had. 

I was naked now except for the shorts, and I started to take them off. "Uh 
uh, lover," Melanie corrected me. "That's women's work. Allow me to do the 
honors." With three strides of her long, beautiful legs she was across the 
room and standing inches away from me. With one quick, clean motion her 
hands were in the waistband of my shorts, pulling them outwards and tugging 
them down to my knees. She took a long, hard look at what was underneath. 
"Aha, me proud beauty." 

And then I grabbed her and pushed her down onto the bed. The bedsprings 
groaned when she hit the mattress, but they'd be groaning even harder in a 
minute. I pushed her down and got on top of her, pulling down her panties 
and throwing them across the room. Then I pushed her dress up around those 
luscious tits of hers and spread her legs. 

"Open up and let me in," I told her. And then my rock-hard pillar of passion 
was slid past her clit and into the wild blue yonder. I started pumping like 
mad, and an instant later I bent her body backwards under mine and kissed 
her hard on the mouth, probing the inner recesses of her oral erogenous zone 
with my trained, experienced tongue. And it was obvious that Melanie's 
tongue had been around too, because it knew exactly what to do. I was really 
getting stimulated, and I felt the bigness of my cock get still bigger 
within the girl's flesh, spreading the lips of her pussy wider than they'd 
probably ever been spread before. 

"Oh, lover," she moaned as I tongued her. "I want a fuck that'll last me a 
lifetime. Fuck me harder. Fuck me HARDER!" 

I didn't have to be told twice. My prickerel was churning up and down inside 
her pussy and getting her hotter with every passing moment. I could feel her 
body begin to vibrate, and soon my cock was vibrating to the same beat, 
twanging back and forth inside her and picking up speed all the time. Faster 
and faster. The more I pumped, the harder her pussy squeezed my meat, and 
the hotter she got. But I could feel the inside of her hole getting wetter 
and wetter, and that pretty soon she'd be creaming like mad. 

And then my cock exploded with the heat of a thousand suns, bursting into 
flames of passion as I came within her flesh. As my wad of cock-sauce sped 
towards its destination I could feel a whole delicious erotic fireworks 
display going on between our bodies. We locked limbs, and a moment later we 
were both quivering like one huge organism that fed itself on its own 
desires and delights. 

And then Melanie was creaming too, and we both sailed off into an 
exploratory ecstasy of delicious delight. This girl really knew how to ball 
a man, and she was making use of her knowledge. This chick was even better 
in bed that Felicia or Cynthia. 

She gave one last little moan of passionate pleasure, and then we were both 
basking in the warmth of our own sex. But I wasn't through yet. There was 
still one more thing I wanted to do to this girl. And I was going to do it 
whether she liked it or not. 

Without a word I got up off her beautiful body, and sat down on the edge of 
the bed. She was watching me through half-closed eyes, not really aware of 
what was happening. And then I brought her back to reality damned fast. I 
picked her up, put her over my knee with her ass pointing up at the ceiling, 
and brought my hand down hard with a tremendous SMACK! 

She let out a howl. "What was that for?" she wanted to know. 

"I'm spanking you, chick," I told her. Another stroke of the hand, and she 
writhed and twisted in agony. "I always spank my women. So you might as well 
lie back and enjoy it." 

SMACK! A red mark was beginning .to appear on one of the bright pink cheeks 
of her ass. I'd start working on the other cheek soon. 

SMACK! I hit her again. She whimpered, then cursed. "You bastard, let me up. 
I don't like this and I don't want it." 

'Tough shit, baby," I smiled. "You'll take it and you'll like it." SMACK! 
"And if you don't like it then I'm gonna make you like it." 

I hit her again and again, harder than before, and tears of pain began to 
well up in her gorgeous eyes. One trickled down her cheek and splashed onto 
the floor. "Let me up, damn you," she hissed. "Let me up or I'll scream so 
loud the whole school will come running." 

I kept on spanking her. I was really enjoying it by now, and I hoped she was 
too, but if she wasn't it didn't matter. "Go ahead and yell, bitch," I told 
her. SMACK! "If anybody catches me in the act they'll catch you too. It 
takes two to tango." 

She was biting her lip to keep from feeling the pain. "You bastard! Let me 
go this minute!" 

"I'm not done yet. And neither are you; I think I missed a spot." I brought 
my hand down harder and harder and faster and faster, and when that hand got 
tired I used the other one. By now she was squirming around like crazy. 

Finally I finished. I stood up and dumped her on the floor, and she landed 
on her bare, bruised ass and yelled bloody murder. Then she shot to her 
feet, rubbing her aching behind with both hands. 

"Now you're really in for it," she hissed between her teeth. "I'm going 
straight to Miss Watson. She'll fire you and get you busted for statutory 
rape." Melanie ran to the corner and retrieved her panties, then started 
pulling them on over her throbbing butt. 

"Go ahead and squeal on me," I said, pulling my own clothes on as I spoke. 
"But if you tell her about me and Cynthia I'll tell her about you and the 
laundry man." 

Melanie almost dropped dead on the spot. "How the fuck did you know?" she 
gasped. 

I smiled thinly. 'That's a trade secret. Anyway, if you squeal on me, then 
I'll squeal on you." 

"You can't prove a word of it!" 

"Neither can you," I reminded her. "And if you think you can get Felicia and 
Cynthia to testify against me, and condemn themselves in the process, your 
out of your skull. You thought you had me by the balls, chick. Well, now the 
tables are turned, and I've got you by the tits." 

She looked as though she were going to cry. Then she brightened. "You mean 
we've both got each other. If either one of us squeals the other will too." 

"Check, baby," I told her. "But if they find out about me I can zoom outa 
here on my cycle before the cops show up. If they find out about you where 
can you go? 

"No, chick," I went on, giving her ass one last slap. "I'm the one who's 
giving the orders now. And the orders are these: forget you ever saw me, and 
don't come hanging around here begging for me to throw you some spare dick. 
I'll fuck you if and when I feel like it, not when you tell me to. And if 
you breathe one word of what you know about me to anyone at all, even your 
fellow schoolgirls, then you can just get ready for me to reciprocate. I'm 
sure that Old Buggerface Watson would just love to hear about you and the 
laundry man. Now, git!" and I shoved her out the door. She went flying and 
landed on her face. She got up and ran, not daring to look back. There were 
two big craters where her tits had fallen into the dirt. 

I waited until she'd been gone for a while, and then I went out and got back 
to work. I could see that working here would be pretty risky, and I'd really 
have to watch my step. 

But on the other hand, it was nice to have so many delicious chicks to come 
home to. 

The rest of the day went by uneventfully, except that Felicia managed to 
grab a quick bite to eat (if you know what I mean) in the bushes. But, just 
as I was about to turn in for the night, Old Lady Hyde came pounding on my 
door. 

I let her in, and she looked even sourer than she did that morning. "I'm 
sure that you will be grieved to know," she began, "that I have been forced 
to resign my position. I can stay here no longer." 

Good riddance, I thought, one less ugly bitch breathing down my neck. Out 
loud I asked her what happened. 

She sighed deeply. "Several hours ago Melanie Simpson went to Miss Watson 
and confessed about her little rendezvous with the laundry man. In the 
course of the confession it came out that I had known about it all along, 
but had not seen fit to report her. Naturally Miss Watson dismissed me." She 
turned to go. "It has been nice knowing you, sir. My replacement will be 
here in the morning." 

I groaned. No sooner had I gotten rid of one old fart when another was 
coming to take her place! Oh, well, that's life. And, anyway, for every old 
witch who was flying around the campus, there were thirty or forty 
schoolgirls just waiting for me to give them an education. Now that Melanie 
Simpson was out of the way, I didn't have to worry about interference in my 
amorous plans. 

And then Old Lady Hyde was gone, and I turned out the light and went to 
sleep, not even bothering to take my clothes off. 

The next day I woke up early, because there was a lot of shouting and 
running outside. I remembered what had happened my first morning here, and 
thought that another barrage of girls had invaded my privacy to stare at my 
cock. Well, let them come. I was ready for them. 

But it turned out that, for once, the girls weren't interested in me. They 
were running right past me. Something was going on. I put on my shoes and 
ran out to see what I could see. 

At least a hundred girls were running toward the other end of the campus and 
crowding around something. In the horde of female flesh that ran past me I 
recognized Cynthia, and I stopped her by the simple expedient of reaching 
out with one hand and grabbing her by the tit. "Hi, Cynthia," I called out. 
"What's going on?" 

"Hello, Roger," she told me. "Apparently Old Miss Hyde's replacement has 
shown up. Normally we don't give two shits about the old bats that run this 
place, but there must be something special about this particular one because 
everyone's rushing to meet her." And then Cynthia pulled loose and fell into 
step with some other chicks who were running to get a look at this 
mysterious woman. I decided I ought to follow them, and see for myself what 
was going on. 

By the time I got to where the woman was, I couldn't see her because a crowd 
twenty girls deep had formed around her. I saw Cynthia on one end of the 
throng and got next to her, and using our combined strength we managed to 
push our way slowly towards the front. 

"Honestly," Cynthia was whispering in my ear, "none of us cared worth a damn 
before now about who ran this place. I wonder what's so special about this 
particular old fart." 

And then as we got closer I found out the answer to that. And it seemed that 
the "old fart" wasn't even as old as I was; she couldn't have been a day 
over twenty-two. 

She looked like a slightly more adult version of all the gorgeous school 
girls who were pressing against me. She had blonde hair that was even longer 
than Felicia's, and the tight dress with the short skirt that she had on 
showed off her body rather than hid it. And, believe me, that body was well 
worth showing off; she could have sold tickets and charged admission. And 
there was a look in the woman's eye that showed she was in the mood for fun, 
not like the sourpuss ladies that ran this place, who got their kicks 
sucking on lemons. 

I gave a low whistle. "Jesus, get a look at the humps on that chick," I 
muttered. "Like a fuckin' camel! I'd walk a mile for her any day." 

Cynthia pouted her little-girl mouth. "Now, Roger, I hope you're not going 
to dump Felicia and me for some old lady." 

"Old lady my ass! I wish my grandmother was that kind of an old lady!" I 
realized that Cynthia was slightly jealous, so I made sure no one was 
looking and then I kissed her. "Don't worry about a thing, Cynth. I like you 
and Felicia, you know that. Every man would jump at the chance to go to bed 
with chicks like you, because you're young, innocent, almost virgins. But 
every so often a guy gets a craving for a chick that's closer to his own 
age. I figure a cunt is like a bottle of wine: up to a certain point, the 
longer you age it the better it tastes. Hell, I like you young girls, but I 
dig the chicks in their twenties too. I mean, variety is the spice of life." 

By now most of the curious girls had had their look and had drifted away, 
and I suddenly realized that Cynthia and I and this gorgeous chick were the 
only things left. She came towards me and stuck out one hand and both tits. 
"Hello, I'm Stella Hunnicutt. You must be Mister Masterson. I've heard so 
much about you." 

I shook her hand. "All of it good, I hope," I said, winking. 

She winked right back. "Plenty good. According to Miss Felicia Hanley, you 
are the proud owner of a Coney Island Foot-Long. I'd like to see it some 
time." She came a little closer. "Mister Masterson, I enjoy teaching the 
girls here, but I have to have a little fun sometime to unwind. After all, 
I'm only human." 

"Anyone can see that," I said. Stella Hunnicutt laughed, and I could see 
that Cynthia was turning green with envy. I decided to patch things up, 
because I didn't want to lose Cynthia even if I did pick up Stella. "Ms. 
Hunnicutt, I'd like you to meet Cynthia Rodinas. A student here, and a good 
friend of mine." 

They exchanged greetings, and then the chick was making eyes at me again. 
"Let's get one thing straight," she told me. "I'm not 'Ms. Hunnicutt', I'm 
'Stella'. Except when Old Lady Watson comes around, and then I'm a Miss, not 
a Miz. I don't believe in this Women's Liberation shit; the only women who 
do are old scumbags like Friedan and Abzug. They can't get treated like 
women so they try to get treated like men. Now as you can see," she waggled 
her hips for my benefit, "I look like a woman, so needless to say I get 
treated like one. And like it." 

I smiled. I knew that I was going to get along with this lady fine. Just 
fine. 

I picked up Stella Hunnicutt's bags, and carried them towards Miss Watson's 
office. Stella was right behind me, and I expected Cynthia to follow, but 
she didn't. 

"I've gotta go to class now, Rodge," she told me. "Be a good boy until I get 
back." She turned to glare at Stella, her rival for my affections. "And just 
remember one thing, MISS Hunnicutt: Roger here is the exclusive property of 
me and Felicia Hanley, to use as we see fit. Private property, you 
understand? NO TRESSPASSING." 

And then she was gone to go to class. Stella laughed and the two of us 
started walking again. Finally she spoke: "You seem to be in pretty big 
demand around here, Mister Masterson." 

"The name's Roger." I tried to be modest, because too much ego turns a chick 
off, even when it comes from a great guy like me."I guess when you consider 
the fact that I'm the only cock in a forest of twats, it's only natural that 
I'm so popular." 

She laughed again, and when she laughed her tits bounced up and down 
invitingly. I decided that I would have to make her laugh more often. "Don't 
be so modest, Mister Mas...I mean, Roger. I've gotten a pretty up-to-date 
progress report on you from Miss Hanley and it seems that you've got 
something that would be in big demand anywhere you might care to go." 

I would have knocked her down and fucked her right then and there, but just 
then we were outside Old Dingbat Watson's office. I knocked on the door, and 
when she told us to come in we did so. 

"Ah, yes, Miss Hunnicutt. Do come in, I've been expecting you." She turned 
towards me. "You may go. Please put the lady's luggage in her room, Number 
2-C, Faculty Dorm." 

"Yes, ma'am," I restrained an impulse to click my heels and do a Nazi 
salute. I took Stella's bags and carried them to the indicated room. 

The door was unlocked, so I pushed it open and carried the bags in. The 
place must have belonged to Old Miss Hyde, because it smelled like her. But 
then, anything within fifteen miles of her did that. I tossed one bag onto 
the bed and tried to do the same with the second, but I underestimated the 
distance. The suitcase smashed against the edge of the bed and bounced onto 
the floor. The lid flew open and the bag's contents flew all over the place. 

An instant later I got one of the biggest shocks of my career. I bent down 
to pick up the things that had fallen out of the bag, and then I saw what 
they really were. A black leather bra, and a pair of panties to match. A 
whip, several feet of steel chain, and something that looked like an 
electric cattle prod. There was a black garter belt with stockings attached, 
and a big rubber bulb with a long tube on the end that I figured must be an 
enema bag. And, right in the middle, of all this love-apparatus was a 
photograph of Stella Hunnicutt being chained to a table and whipped by a guy 
almost as big as I was! I went to have a closer look at the photo, and down 
at the bottom of it I noticed an inscription: "With fondest memories of a 
wonderful evening, Jack." 

I let out a long, low whistle. So Stella liked her men to get her hot with a 
capital H! Well, I could dig that trip. She and I would be having "Fond 
memories of a wonderful evening" pretty damn soon, I told myself. I didn't 
want her to know that I was onto her just yet, so I put all her things back 
in the suitcase as I figured they'd been originally-including one or two 
items whose purpose I could only guess at, but I knew they looked pretty 
wicked-and closed the suitcase and put it on the bed as if it had been there 
all along. Then I went out of the room and closed the door. 

I knew that Stella Hunnicutt would be having the time of her life pretty 
soon, and I was the guy who would be giving it to her. 

After all, I had discovered her treasure trove. Now she would be forever 
open to me. 

 Chapter Three 

Well, well, well. It began to look as though this school and the girls in it 
were hot all of the time. First Felicia, then Cynthia, then my little affair 
with the late lamented Melanie Simpson, and now this. I could hardly wait to 
see what would be happening next. 

At the moment my big problem was Old Lady Watson. I was supposed to be 
employed here as a gardener and a caretaker, and she was keeping an eagle 
eye on me to make sure that I was irrigating the crops and not the 
schoolgirls. There were six hundred cunts here, every single one of them 
hungering for my meat, but I had to service them on the sly, because if Miss 
Watson ever found out about my "nature study" I'd be thrown out on my ass 
and all those beautiful little pussies and tits would be out of my reach 
forever. 

I was also beginning to wonder if I should tip my hand to Stella, if I 
should let on to her that I knew about those very interesting items in her 
luggage. If I told her about them, she might think I was spying on her, and 
I certainly didn't want her to get mad with me. No, I still had to play this 
by ear for a while. 

I put away her luggage and headed back outside. It must have been between 
classes because most of the chicks were outdoors and heading from one 
building to another, hugging their books up against those gorgeous titties 
of theirs. Two of the girls spotted me and tried to detour me into a 
conversation with them. 

"Hi, stud," said one of them, and I couldn't help noticing the way she ran 
her eyes up and down my body. Well, let 'em look, I figured. "You must be 
Roger, the new gardener." 

"That I am," I said. "What can I do for you?" 

The two girls giggled, and then the second one said: "We've been hearing 
that Felicia Hanley and Cynthia Rodinas and Melanie Simpson have sampled 
your merchandise, and we were wondering if there's any left for us." 

God! I thought to myself, these girls have been kept under lock and key for 
so long that they've gone cock-crazy. And they don't mince words when they 
ask for the stuff, either. 

To the two chicks I said: "I'd be happy to oblige, folks. But we've gotta be 
discreet, if you know what I mean. I don't need Old Gorilla-Face Watson 
breathing down my pants." 

"That's no sweat," said the first girl, who had long orange hair that 
wiggled sexily when she walked. "Any time you can get away, we'll all go up 
to Lonesome Rock and have us an orgy." 

This sounded interesting. "What's Lonesome Rock?" I wanted to know. 

She giggled again, and her tits had a real sexy way of bouncing up and down 
when she laughed. "Lonesome Rock is an old Indian cave right outside the 
school grounds. Whenever we get a chance some of us sneak up there to drink 
some beer and smoke pot. It's the perfect spot for an orgy, but up until now 
we haven't been able to find a man to come with us. If you'd care to come 
along, I guarantee you'll be the life of the party." 

The second chick was laughing too. She had on a white turtleneck pullover 
that was about three sizes too small, so that everything she had was on 
display underneath. An interesting thing about this chick was that, even 
though both her boobs were gigantic, the left one was bigger than the right 
one. This was the first time I'd ever seen a lopsided chick before, and I 
decided I'd like to have a closer look at those tits some time. Strictly in 
the name of science, you understand. 

The first girl was talking again. "I'm Alice and this is Marilyn," she said. 
"We can't wait for some of that hot dick of yours, but you'll have to give 
us a rain check on it because we're late for class." 

I didn't give up that easily. "When can we get together?" I asked eagerly. 

"Probably Friday night," was the answer. "We'll get some beer and weed and 
go on up to Lonesome Rock. Only I guess from now on we'll have to call it 
'Cock Rock'." 

And then they were gone. I sighed and went back to my chores. Suddenly I was 
aware of a black leather boot standing on the grass about three inches from 
my hand. I looked up into the big blue eyes and bigger pink tits of Stella 
Hunnicutt. 

"Hello, Rodge," she said. "I notice you've been fraternizing with the 
student bodies. Why not give the faculty a break for a change?" 

"I'd love to, if all the teachers looked like you," I told her. "When I was 
a kid I always had to give Teacher an apple. Well, you look like a teacher 
who would throw away the apples and go for the meat." 

She thought that was pretty funny, and I could feel her delicious body 
getting warmer as it filled with desire for my cock. 

"So you're the gardener," she said at last. "What do you do around here?" 

"You'd be surprised," I told her. "Mostly I water the bushes." 

She knelt beside me. "Really? I'd like to have you water my bush some time." 

"It'll be a pleasure." I could see Old Miss Watson several yards away, 
staring at us oddly. Damn that bitch! Why couldn't she leave me alone? If I 
wanted to grab a little cunt that was my business, not hers. I decided that 
she must be jealous because I was fucking every chick in sight but I 
wouldn't shove my meat in that ugly old hole that she had for all the money 
in the world. 

Miss Watson was coming towards us now, and I could see that she looked 
really mad. But then, again, she always looked like that. 

Before Scumface could say anything, Stella spoke up for me. "Why, hello, 
Miss Watson," she shouted. "Mister Masterson, the gardener here, has been 
doing such a fine job of maintaining the grounds that I'd like to put his 
talents to better use." 

That stopped the old fart cold. "What do you mean by that?" she snapped. 

"As you know," Stella went on, "I'll be teaching the botany class here. I 
believe that this man could be of great help to me with my students. You had 
mentioned that you were considering hiring an assistant for me. 

Old Lady Watson looked sourer than ever. "It is the custom," she hissed, 
"for this school to hire only female teachers and teaching assistants. 
Mister Masterson here is not a female." 

"I noticed that," Stella said, and I could feel the hard point of one of her 
hot tits pressing into my back. "I think that the girls might pay more 
attention in class if a man were present." 

"Oh, very well," sighed the old bat. She turned to me. "As of now you will 
work under Miss Hunnicutt." 

Wrong, I said to myself. As of tonight Miss Hunnicutt will be under me. And 
loving it. 

The old bat was still ranting. "Same wages and living quarters of course. I 
hope you will be able to perform in your new capacity." 

"I'm sure of it," I replied. As I spoke I looked down at that wonderful hot 
spot between Stella's legs under her yellow miniskirt. I couldn't wait for a 
chance to start performing in that capacity of hers. 

And then Old Fartface walked away, and the two of us were alone. 'Thanks a 
lot, babe," I told Stella. "But now.. that I'm working for you, what do I 
have to do?" 

She smiled. "Nothing very complicated; just helping me with supplies and so 
forth a couple of hours every day, and looking busy the rest of the time." 

"Can do," I announced. "Now that I know what I'm supposed to do for you in 
the daytime, what am I supposed to do for you at night?" 

She smiled again. "Haven't you guessed? At night you come up to my room and 
we have a little...seminar." She brushed her hand against me and gave a 
coquettish squeeze to the hard knob that was bulging in my pants. "In fact, 
why don't we go up there right now?" 

I followed her up to her living quarters, and we went in and turned on the 
light. Sitting on the bed was Felicia. "Hello, Felicia," said Stella, a bit 
uncomfortably. "What can I do for you?" 

The blonde teenager stood up. "You can get your hooks off Roger here. He 
happens to be the exclusive property of me and Cynthia, and we don't take 
kindly to shoplifters." 

Stella was getting angry. "Look, Miss Hanley, if the women who run this 
prison camp would be very interested in hearing about your little 
extra-curricular activities with Roger here. And if you don't leave us alone 
I'll tell them all about what's been going on." 

It was an interesting experience to see two gorgeous chicks fighting over 
little old me, but I was in a hurry to stop the fighting and get down to the 
fucking. "Girls, girls," I interjected, "there's no need for threats. 
There's enough of me for everyone." 

"He's right," Stella told Felicia. "You and I can share him. And so can 
Cynthia, in fact." 

Felicia looked a little undecided, so I made up her mind for her. "Then it's 
all decided. Now let's get down to action." 

And before she could stop me I grabbed Stella by the ass and put her down on 
the bed. "You are gonna get fucked, woman," I told her. "You are gonna get 
fucked and you're gonna like it." Her clothes were nice and tight but I 
managed to tear them off her. Her minidress came off almost immediately and 
her bra didn't take much longer. 

"Hey," pouted Felicia, "save some for me!" And a moment later she was 
tugging the clothes off her fair young body, eager to have fun with the rest 
of us. 

And an instant later Stella Hunnicutt was naked, and lying on the bed 
waiting for me to shove my dong into her gorgeous flesh. "Come on, Roger," 
she cooed to me. "I want it." 

"Wait a minute," complained Felicia. "In this room there's two cunts and 
only one cock. How'll we keep the action going." 

Stella's eyes lit up. "If we had a dildo I could fuck you up the ass while 
Roger screwed you in the pussy." 

Felicia seemed to like this idea. "But where'll we get a dildo?" she wanted 
to know. 

I winked at Stella. "Why don't you look in Stella's suitcase, Felicia?" I 
told her. "The big brown one, in the corner." 

Stella was shocked. "How did you know about my little collection of 
playthings?" she demanded. 

I winked again and tweaked her luscious tits. "It's a trade secret," I said. 
By this time Felicia had thrown open the suitcase and located the dildo. It 
was big and hard and almost as long and thick as my own cocker was. Almost, 
but not quite. Felicia tossed the big phallus to Stella, who strapped it on 
across her hips and big bare white ass so that the business end stood out at 
attention. 

"NOW!" I shouted. We both grabbed Felicia at once, and dragged her over to 
the center of the room. With eager fingers I prodded her clit, coaxing her 
to open up her legs. She spread them wide and I slid my meat into her hungry 
hairy hole. And an instant later the young school girl was giving little 
moans of pain as Stella spread the cheeks of her ass and shoved the big pink 
dildo into her. 

Then Stella and I picked up Felicia by her firm young hips and started 
raising and lowering her in the air. My cock and Stella's dildo were 
pointing almost straight up at attention, and Felicia was squealing in 
delight as we slid her up and down on the two rock-hard pillars, one of 
flesh and one of plastic. Her luscious young legs thrashed about girlishly 
in the air as she felt the exquisite pain of having those two big dongers up 
inside her body. 

The girl was really getting hot now, and I saw her brown nipples turning red 
and sweaty, the sure sign that she was heading for a climax. And it was 
getting easier all the time to shove my meat in and out of her, so I knew 
that Felicia must be ready for a creaming. 

And then her whole body quivered and shook at once, and I looked down to see 
the stream of pale yellow love-juice gushing out of her pussy and down the 
sides of my fuckerstick. Felicia kept on creaming again and again, and I was 
beginning to wonder where it was all coming from. But I didn't have much 
time to wonder because I could tell that I would be creaming soon, too. 

And then it came, all at once like a bolt of erotic lightning. My whole body 
started vibrating with a burst of energy, and then I was shooting my 
cock-sauce into the waiting flesh of Felicia. And she wanted it. She wanted 
it. You could see she wanted it. 

And after that Stella started moaning with pleasure, and I could see the big 
dildo dancing up and down between her legs, and I knew that she would be 
coming soon too. And that dildo she had on must have been pretty cleverly 
built, because when Stella gave a scream of frenzied passion and erupted 
into a blast of orgasmic fury every drop of her love-juice poured right 
through the dildo and on into Felicia's waiting asshole, just as though 
Stella had a real cock. 

The action was getting hot and heavy now, and Stella and I were ramming 
ourselves between Felicia's legs faster than ever, when all of a sudden 
there was a knock on the door. Before we could do anything the doorknob 
turned, the door opened, and Cynthia Rodinas walked into the room. 

For one moment her mouth dropped open in shock, and then all of a sudden she 
was tugging off her clothes, impatient to join the fun. I knew that I would 
really be getting my money's worth this time. 

Cynthia was naked now, and waiting for me, wanting me. I pulled out of 
Felicia, leaving her for Stella, and fan to cut myself a slice of Cynthia. I 
dropped down on top of her eagerly and spread her legs, spread them wide. 
And then my meat was in her, pumping and thumping. And every churn of the 
piston brought another gasp of delight from Cynthia. She wanted it. She 
wanted every bit of it. And not even that would be enough. She had to have 
more, more, more. 

Well, she was getting it. We locked limbs and rolled about on the floor, and 
then all of a sudden there was an explosion and fireworks and both of us 
were creaming at the exact same moment, which was something that had never 
happened to me before in all my years of fucking. The twin geysers of 
love-juice, mine and hers, came roaring towards each other inside Cynthia's 
pussy, doomed for a head-on collision. And we both felt the huge, delicious 
tremor of excitement as the floods of love-tonic smashed into each other and 
intermixed. But my wad was stronger than Cynthia's was, and in an instant 
all the luscious liquid was pouring back down through the hole in her flesh. 

On the other end of the room, lying spreadeagled on the bed, Stella was 
still ramming her dildo up and down inside Felicia's writhing ass. That 
looked like fun, so I decided that I would try it, too. 

'Turn over!" I commanded to the young girl who was lying beneath the shadow 
of my cock. 'Turn over and spread your cheeks, 'cuz I'm goin' up your ass!" 

She looked reluctant. "Please, Roger," she begged. "Not my ass. It'll hurt 
too much." 

"That's exactly why I'm gonna do it," I told her. "Now turn over and spread 
your cheeks!" She didn't move, so I did it for her. I grabbed her by the 
waist and rolled her over onto her stomach, with those gorgeous tits of hers 
pressed flat against the floor. And then I dug my hands into the flesh of 
her butt and spread her cheeks wide, spread them wider than any lump of shit 
had ever spread them. 

It was the work of an instant for me to get between her legs and send my 
cock up her canoodle, past the tight little pink rosebud that was the cherry 
of her virgin asshole, and zooming up and down inside her turd-tunnel. 
Cynthia's cunt had been nice, but it was a little too loose for my taste; I 
like a girl's hole to be nice and tight so that it can squeeze my dong for 
all it's worth. But Cynthia's ass was nice and tight all right, and it hung 
onto my precious meat for dear life, threatening to . squeeze the living 
daylights out of it. 

"Don't, Roger!" she was whimpering, sounding just like a frightened little 
schoolgirl. "Please don't do it! It hurts so much!" 

"But you want it to hurt," I told her. "You know that you want it to hurt, 
babe. So spread your cheeks, because I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard that 
you'll be shittin' blood." And then my meat went deeper and deeper into her 
asshole, and I felt like I was drilling for oil. My whole cock seemed to 
burst into flames as I sent a barrage of red-hot cock-juice shooting down 
into the waiting hole of Cynthia's ass. She moaned a little, and then she 
was creaming too. "Oh, baby!" she shouted. "Give it to me! I want it!I want 
it all! Let me have it! Let me HAVE IT!" 

I didn't have to be told twice. We started to speed up the tempo, and then 
all of a sudden our four hot, sweating, passionate, feverish bodies were all 
creaming at once in one earth-shaking climax of erogenous orgasm. What a 
fuck! What a fuck! 

"You see?" Stella was telling the girls a minute later as they started 
putting their clothes back on and I shoved my wanger back into my Levis. 
"You see? Things are so much nicer when you learn to share things. That way 
there's enough for everyone, and everybody goes away happy." 

"Yes, Miss Hunnicutt," said Felicia, and I could see that Stella would be a 
good teacher for these girls. She'd really be showing them everything they 
needed to know about life and love. 

And then Felicia and Cynthia got up and started walking out of the room. As 
soon as the door closed behind them Stella turned and kissed me right on the 
mouth. 

"Honestly," she said. "When you mentioned what I had in my suitcase I almost 
hit the floor. What a shock!" 

"Listen, Stel," I told her, "when that suitcase broke open and I saw what 
was inside I almost hit the floor myself. What a shock is right!" 

She was sitting next to me on the bed now, and I could see a ray of light 
dripping through the window-blind to bounce off her beautiful Mount Everest 
of a left tit. 

"Anyway, Roger," she went on eagerly, "it's all very simple. When I was only 
a little girl I found out how much fun sex was and I decided to make it my 
hobby. So over the years I've managed to put together quite a little 
collection of playthings. Dildos, whips, chains, flails, enema bags, boots, 
vibrators, collars, leashes, the works. Even a whole leather wardrobe. It's 
just the thing to curl up with on a cold winter night." 

Man, I thought, this woman I've got on my hands is getting better and better 
all the time. What will she be like a week from now? I couldn't wait to find 
out. 

"Listen," I announced, "there's two girls living here named Alice and 
Marilyn. One of them's a cute redhead with a nice wiggly ass and the other's 
got two different sized tits." 

Stella lit a cigarette and winked at me. "Sounds like quite a pair," she 
said at last. 

'They are," I assured her. "Anyway, it seems that every so often some of the 
chicks that live at this school sneak off the campus and into some old 
Indian cave where they drink booze and get stoned." I helped myself to a 
cigarette and then stroked Stella's big beautiful tits. "The name of the 
cave is Lonesome Rock, but they want to change it to Cock Rock in my honor." 
We both laughed. "According to Alice, she and Marilyn are gonna have a 
little get-together at Cock Rock this Friday night, and they've invited me 
to the party. I guess I'll be the guest of honor." 

Stella blew cigarette smoke through her upturned nose. "Guest of honor, 
hell," she said. "From what I've seen you'll be the fuckin' main event of 
the evening." She paused a moment and then looked me right in the eyes. 
"About this little party, though..." 

She didn't seem pleased with the idea. 

"Yes?" I asked. 

"I take it that refreshments will be served." 

"Of course," I told her, "I'll be refreshing myself with Marilyn and Alice, 
and they'll be refreshing themselves with me. It might just turn out to be 
the social event of the season." 

We both laughed, and then Stella kissed me. "Roger, baby," she cooed, "I 
don't suppose you could wangle me an invitation to this little wing-ding, 
could you?" 

I pretended to hesitate. "Well, they didn't say that I could bring a 
friend..." 

Stella pouted in a very sexy way that was hers alone. "Please?" she begged. 

"Oh, the hell with it," I said. "Come on along, and if Alice and Marilyn 
don't like it they can go fuck themselves." I smiled and took a drag on my 
cigarette. "Only I've got a feeling that come Friday night I'm the one 
that's going to be doing most of the fucking." I stood up and looked at my 
watch, and was surprised to see that it was nearly sunset; our little sex 
education class with Felicia and Cynthia had taken longer than I'd thought. 
"Hey," I said, "I'd better be getting back to work before Old Twat Watson 
blows her ugly stack." I started for the door. 

Stella called out after me. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she said. 
"From now on you're working for me. I'm the one who's giving all the 
orders." 

"Hey, that's right." I got away from the door and turned to face her. "So 
what do you order me to do?' 

She sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her skirt so I could see her 
panties. "I order you to fuck me." 

I reached for the fly of my Levis. "Aye aye, sir." 

 Chapter Four 

School days, school days, dear old nine-inch tool days. 

The days went by quickly at the good old Gladys M. Forsythe Academy for 
Advanced Young Ladies, and every day was an exciting one. Stella had not 
needed an assistant as much as she'd claimed she did, so I really didn't 
have very much work to do; in fact most of my work day was taken up by the 
fine art of looking busier than I actually was. 

One, two, or even three times a day Stella and I always found time for a 
little get-together. And when Stella was too busy to accomodate me I found 
out that Felicia and Cynthia were more than willing to do it for her. 

Yes, life was a ball, or a series of balls! 

I still hadn't made it with Alice and Marilyn yet, although heaven knows 
they wanted me to. Every time I passed them on the campus they were always 
whispering at me and pointing towards the bushes or the gardening shed. But 
I had to remember I had a dozen or so opportunities to fool around with them 
but I didn't want to take them up on it. Not yet, at any rate. Besides, I 
knew that the more they begged for my cock the better it would taste when I 
finally gave it to them. If I got my rocks off with them every time they 
asked me to they might get some crazy idea that they were the ones in charge 
of the situation, not me. 

So the days went by, as I said, and now it was Friday afternoon. I was 
lugging a crate of supplies over to Stella's classroom when from behind me I 
heard some one shouting my name. I turned around to see Alice and Marilyn 
coming towards me. 

"I guess you know what day this is," Marilyn told me as I walked over to 
them. 

"Of course," I answered. "It's Friday. But not Friday night. You told me 
that the big black-tie affair at Cock Rock was Friday night, so Friday night 
it is. Until then, not one single drop of sperm for either one of you." 

Alice looked as though she were about to cry, but I knew that it was just an 
act. "Please, Rodge," she begged. "Just a little bit now, sort of to tide us 
over until tonight. Please?" 

"No," I said firmly. "If you just sit tight and keep your panties on until 
tonight then when you finally get a crack at me you'll find out I was well 
worth waiting for. So you'll just have to wait. Besides," I added, deciding 
to stimulate their curiosity, "that little whoopty-doo at Cock Rock tonight 
is going to be even better than you thought it would be." 

Marilyn was looking slightly suspicious. "What makes you say that?" she 
wanted to know. 

"I'm not going to tell you." I grinned. "But take my word for it, when it 
comes you'll be glad you waited for it." And then I turned and walked away. 
I really felt strange turning down pussy that less than a month ago I would 
have given my right ball for, but I knew that I had to keep things so that 
I, and not the schoolgirls, decided if and when I would fuck them. In 
Stella's case it was different, though: I'd screw that cunt of hers any time 
she asked me to. What a girl! 

I took the crate of supplies and dumped it unceremoniously on Stella's desk 
in her classroom. On the blackboard she'd drawn, for her botany students, a 
rather revealing description of how the male flowers fertilized the females. 
I couldn't help noticing the resemblance between the flowers' dongers and my 
own cock. 

The door opened and Stella came into the classroom. "Well, baby," I told 
her, "here's the stuff you wanted." 

"All the stuff I ever want and could ever need, too! Thanks, lover." And 
with that she kissed me on the mouth. "Is everything set for tonight?" 

"All set on my end," I told her. "How's things in your department?" 

"Perfect," she assured me. "I've got all the equipment ready for those two 
unsuspecting little schoolgirls. They're going to have quite a night in just 
a few hours." 

It was all I could do to keep from laughing. "It's a good thing you didn't 
give them any homework," I pointed out, "because after tonight they won't be 
able to sit down to right it. They may not be able to stand up, either." I 
shoved a pair of cigarettes into my mouth, lit them and then passed one over 
to Stella. 

She sucked on it hungrily. "Now here's the battle plan," she told me. 
'Tonight you meet Alice and Marilyn as planned. You let them show you the 
way to Lonesome Rock." She giggled. "I mean Cock Rock. As soon as you three 
sneak off the campus I'll be following you with the...toy chest.". She 
jerked her beautiful head towards the cupboard in the corner where she was 
keeping the suitcase full of sexual paraphernalia. 

I blew out cigarette smoke. "There's an awful lot of equipment in that 
suitcase," I reminded her, "are you sure that you can carry it okay? You 
might have to go climbing up one of the local mountains." 

Stella stuck out her tongue. "Don't get macho with me," she said. "I'm just 
as strong as you are and you know it damned well. I believe I gave you ample 
proof of that the other night." 

"You sure did," I said, rubbing my still-throbbing cock. If the muscles in 
Stella's arms were as strong as the ones in her twat, not only could she 
carry that suitcase up the side of a mountain with one hand, but she could 
carry me up it too. 

"Fine," said Stella. "Anyway, to continue: after they lure you to their 
little den of iniquity I'll be following with the playthings. Try not to 
walk too fast because I don't want to lose sight of you. After all, I still 
don't know where this famous Cock Rock actually is." 

"That's no problem," I reminded her, "if you can't find it just look for 
three trails of scum-juice, and you will know that Alice and Marilyn and I 
are whooping it up right near by." 

"Fine," she repeated. "Now, once you three get there, talk them into getting 
their clothes off right away, so that they'll be all ready for us when I get 
there. But don't take your own clothes off; it'll be much more embarrassing 
for them if we make them run around naked while we have all our clothes on. 
Remember, we want to really embarrass them and humiliate them. Humiliation 
and degradation, when used properly, can be quite useful in a sexual 
encounter." 

What a strange broad! 

I nodded. "Yes, teacher. Do you want me to take notes?" 

She threw an eraser at me. "It shouldn't take me too long to follow you 
there, Roger," she continued, "but you may have to stall them a little bit 
anyway." 

"Don't worry," I told her. 'Take my word for it: this is going to be one 
night that we'll remember for years to come. And Alice and Marilyn won't 
forget it for quite some time, either." 

She looked at her wristwatch. "It's four o'clock. I figure you'll go meet 
our victims at six. That leaves two hours." She leaned over and squeezed my 
dick. "What can we do in two hours?" 

"Two fucks, teacher. Do I get an A on my report card?" 

I kissed her, and then she went to lock the door and pull down the shades. 
"You see that drawing on the board?" she wanted to know. 'The male flower 
fucking the female?" 

I nodded. "Of course I see it. How could I miss it? Well, why bring up 
botany when I want to deflower you?" 

She threw another eraser, then winked at me. "I've got an idea that drawing 
isn't completely accurate," she told me. "So how about you and I do a little 
research on pollination?" 

"I'm ready when you are." I reached under her short skirt and hunted around 
for her panties. Then I found them and yanked them off, leaving her big 
juicy golden-haired twat to stare me in the face. I pushed her down onto her 
desk at the front of the classroom and unveiled my cocker in all its glory. 
Stella had already seen my prickel many, many times, but even so she 
couldn't help gasping in astonishment every time she saw it. Well, she was 
seeing it now, all right; she had a ringside seat. I grabbed her beautiful 
knees and pushed them apart, then I lifted her skirt and drove my tool up, 
up and into her. Every inch it went was another moan of delicious delight 
from Stella. She wanted this meat inside her, she wanted to have it, to 
caress it, to make love to it. She had to lay it. 

And then I was pumping, churning up a maelstrom of sexual delight within the 
chasm between Stella's legs, filling her with ever more mounting desire. 
With every passing moment her longing for my red-hot cock got bigger and 
bigger. She longed for it, she yearned for it, she hungered for it, she 
thirsted for it. She wanted everything I had, and not even that would be 
enough. She wanted it all, and then she wanted even more. Her sexual 
appetite would never be satisfied, not by me or by a dozen men. 

More and more she wanted, and more and more I was giving it to her. She 
gasped and moaned with unfathomable passion as I sent my meat ramming into 
her again and again, sending bolts of electricity reverberating through both 
our bodies. Don't stop! Fuck me until we both drop dead on the spot, and 
they'll have to dump us in the same grave! And even then we'll keep on 
fucking! Screw me harder! Screw me harder! I want it! I WANT IT! GIVE IT TO 
ME!" 

I could tell that she was in the mood for sex. So I let her have it. More of 
it, more of it, twenty thousand kilowatts shooting around inside us. A whole 
Fourth of July fireworks display was bouncing around inside my pelvis, and I 
was getting hotter and hotter by the minute. Stella wrapped her strong arms 
around my neck and brought my mouth close to hers. And then we were both 
kissing like mad, both tonguing each other's mouths and throats and tongues, 
filling each other with our own oral lust. More of it, more of it all the 
time. 

We began to pick up speed now, and Stella's twat was boiling hot. My ass 
shot up and down faster and faster as I pumped harder and harder. An instant 
later her hips were vibrating, and she creamed. A quart of golden yellow 
vagina-juice was barreling its way up through her body to massage my prick, 
to make love to it like it had never been made love to before. 

And then I could feel a shiver going through my whole body as I reached that 
wonderful thing called an orgasm, which every man and woman dreams of 
experiencing, but only the lucky few ever get to know first hand. And the 
two of us writhed in harmony with each other, spewing out our creamy smooth 
love-juices to mix and mingle with our hot flesh. More of it, more of it, 
more of it. 

"AHH...AHHH...AH-H-H-H!" With one last gasp of passionate lust we tumbled 
into that warm sea of red pleasure that comes right after the sexual climax. 
And then we were both drifting away into Paradise. Stella and I together, 
forever. It was beautiful. 

We were done. I gave her one last kiss, and then I stuffed my manhood back 
into its cozy little nest in my Levis, to save it for another day. Stella 
sat upright, still shivering pleasantly from our love-making, and 
straightened her clothes, reaching down to pull her panties back up her legs 
and over her twat. I realized how lucky those panties must be, to spend so 
much time wrapped around Stella's lovely ass and vagina. 

Finally we both stood up, and locked in one more passionate embrace. 'That 
was fantastic," I told Stella, and she could see that I meant it. A new 
bulge in my groin confirmed it! 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replied. "But now we've got to get ready for 
our little adventure tonight, out at Cock Rock." 

Ah, yes. Cock Rock. How could I have forgotten so soon. Well, I knew that 
once this night was over it would be something that I'd remember for years 
to come. And so would Stella. And so, for that matter, would Alice and 
Marilyn. 

The minutes went by quickly enough, and soon it was dark outside, time for 
me to meet my two young schoolgirl friends. I pulled on my jacket and walked 
out of the school building towards my sleeping quarters. 

I didn't have to wait long for them to make the first move. After I'd walked 
less than fifteen yards there was a rustling in the bushes, and two female 
forms jumped out to greet me. I didn't have to guess who they were; one girl 
had orange hair that was almost two feet long and the other chick had tits 
of two different sizes. 

"Hi, Roger," said Marilyn in the darkness, whispering sexily because she 
knew that noises carry farther at night, and she didn't want anybody to 
overhear us and interrupt our night of relaxation. "Glad you could make it. 
Are you ready, willing and able?" 

"You bet your ass I am," I told her, reaching around behind her and giving 
her posterior a friendly squeeze. "We're gonna have some good times 
tonight." 

"Damn right," added Alice, giggling girlishly. "Good old Cock Rock will 
never be the same." 

She and Marilyn each took me by one hand. "Come on, baby," Marilyn pleaded. 
"We've been waiting for this all week, and we just can't wait any more. 
Let's get going." 

Alice stood on tiptoe to kiss me lightly on one unshaven cheek. "We've got 
the cave all stocked up with plenty of beer and wine and whisky, and there's 
even a bottle of Sangria. 

Not to mention two or three pounds of Mexican wacky weed." 

I let the two eager young girls lead me breathlessly into the bushes towards 
the fence that marked the boundary of the campus. Out of the corner of my 
eye I caught a glimpse of Stella following us at a respectful distance, a 
brown suitcase tucked under one arm. I knew what was in that suitcase. 

We got to the fence at the edge of the campus, and I held the barbed wire 
apart so that the two chicks could get through it. I grinned in the darkness 
as I imagined what Old Ugly Watson's face would look like if she knew that 
her prize gardener was helping two of the students to go "over the wall". 
And I couldn't even begin to imagine what she'd look like if she knew what 
we were going to do once we were on the other side. 

As for myself, my mind and cock were racing. 

Marilyn and Alice were outside the campus now, and I was about to follow 
them. But before I did I kicked over one of the supports to the fence so 
that several feet of it collapsed and Stella would be able to walk through 
it easily. In the darkness I turned and hissed to Stella. "Watch out for the 
barbed wire." I could see her nod and flash an "okay" symbol, so I turned 
and followed my young companions down the moonlit trail to this mysterious 
Cock Rock that I'd heard so much about. 

As soon as I fell into step behind them Alice stopped. "Wait a minute," she 
said to Marilyn and me. "I heard a twig snap. Is somebody following us?" 

"I doubt it," I said quickly. "But even if they are, who cares?" 

"I care," said Marilyn firmly. "The more girls that come with us the less of 
you there is for me and Alice. And we want you all to ourselves." 

"Well, that noise was probably just your imagination," I assured her. "Or 
maybe it was a squirrel or something. Don't worry about it. I'm in just as 
big a hurry to get to where we're going as you are." 

That seemed to satisfy them, and the two girls turned and continued walking 
towards their destination, with me in tow. After a few more minutes we came 
to the side of a stone-faced cliff, and it took both feet and both hands to 
work our way up it. I began to wonder if Stella, who was weighted down with 
the suitcase, was going to be able to make it. But then I remembered how 
strong she was and I realized I should have known better. But I couldn't 
help wondering how these two schoolgirls and their friends had managed to 
haul the booze and pot that they'd mentioned up the side of the cliff, which 
was as high as a short mountain. 

By this time the climbing was so difficult that I couldn't afford to wonder 
about anything at all; it took everything I had just to keep on climbing. 
Alice and Marilyn were right above me, and in the dim light of the half-moon 
I could make out the full moons of their twin little asses. Neither one of 
them had panties on, I noticed. Well, when Stella and I got through with 
them they might not be able to wear panties. Or anything else, for that 
matter. 

After a few more minutes of agony the side of the cliff began to level off a 
little, and I could climb without using my hands. This Indian cave was so 
out of the way that I couldn't figure out how these girls had happened to 
discover it in the first place. I sneaked a look behind me and saw that 
Stella was still following us, but farther away then she ought to have been. 
I'd have to stall these two chicks as much as I could, and then some. 

A pleasant, if not simple, task. 

The more I climbed the more I realized how accurate the name "Cock Rock" 
really was. This massive monolith stood straight up out of the surrounding 
flatlands, pointing up for at least a mile to form one huge, cylindrical 
shaft that stretched far up into the heavens. Down at the base of the thing 
was a ring of trees that from a distance had a strong resemblance to pubic 
hair, and off in the distance I could see two foot hills that looked a lot 
like a pair of balls. The whole thing reached upwards, the biggest phallus 
known to man or beast, reaching up to fuck the clouds. I was amused to 
notice that the gigantic penis I was climbing wasn't circumcised. Well, 
Mother Nature can't think of everything. 

By now we had come to the flatness that was the top of Cock Rock, and right 
in the middle of the shaft was a circular sinkhole that made the resemblance 
to a prick even stranger. If this had been a real cock, that big hole would 
have been where the cream came out. I realized that if that sinkhole had a 
geyser, this place would attract tourists from all over the country just to 
see this King Kong Dong in action. 

"Here we are," Alice told me, no longer bothering to whisper because she 
figured that nobody else was around. I sneaked a look back down the shaft of 
the huge granite prick to see how Stella was doing, and was dismayed to see 
she'd fallen behind farther than ever. Well, I knew she'd catch up pretty 
soon. Until then, I'd just have to play things by ear. 

Alice jumped into the hole that was to be our love nest for the night, and I 
heard some mysterious scratching sounds in the inky blackness below me at 
the bottom of the hole. Then a match flared, and a flame leaped into life as 
she lit a propane lantern. In the circular beacon of light that it sent out 
I could see a section of the bare stone floor. I could also see one of 
Alice's arms and both her tits. And very nice they looked, too. 

"Jump," she yelled up to me, and I jumped. The stone floor was farther down 
then I'd thought, but except for a stab of pain in one foot that went away 
instantly I landed unhurt. Then Marilyn jumped, and in the globe of light 
from the lantern I could see her skirt balloon out from her body as she 
fell, leaving her pantieless twat and ass for all the world to see. 

Then an awful thought struck me. "That's at least a fifteen foot drop," I 
told the girls. "Now that we're down here, how do we get back up?" 

"We don't," grinned Marilyn, and I almost had a heart attack. For a moment I 
considered shouting up to Stella to forget about the suitcase and throw us a 
rope. But then Alice spoke. 

"She's just playing with you, Roger." "And these are just the 
preliminaries!" 

"Don't listen to her, Roger," she reassured me. "There's a ladder over in 
the corner. But it's an old school custom that everyone who comes here for 
the first time has to jump down. When Marilyn and I got this place ready for 
tonight, she climbed out on the ladder, then I put the ladder in the corner 
and climbed up with a rope. We've got every angle of this thing figured 
out." 

That's what you think, girls, I said to myself. Wait until you find out what 
Stella and I have for you. It's a really big surprise. 

Just then there was a scrabbling noise at the mouth of the hole above my 
head, and I jumped out of the way as Stella plunged down to the floor below. 
She made a perfect landing; she'd used the bottom of the suitcase to help 
her stabilize when she hit the ground. 

Both girls were shocked. "What's going on here?" Alice shouted. 

Marilyn let out a gasp. "It's Miss Hunnicutt! Now we'll catch it for sure!" 

"Damn right you'll catch it," I said quietly. "You see that suitcase she's 
got? Well, it's full of nice little surprises for you two girls. Whips and 
chains and dildos and enema bags and things you probably never even heard 
of. And we brought them all for you." I grinned in the light from the 
lantern. "You girls thought you were gonna have a real hot time tonight. 
Well, you'll have one all right, but it's gonna be even hotter than you 
thought it would be. By the time we get through with you chicks you're gonna 
have bleeding assholes and lacerated twats. 

Marilyn looked like she was getting scared. "Oh God, Alice!" she shrieked to 
her companion. "These two are on an S & M trip!" 

"You guessed it, chick," Stella told her. "Boy, are you two in for a 
surprise." 

"That's what you think," said Alice coolly, raising the hissing gas lamp and 
shining it right in my face. "YOU two are the ones who are in for the 
surprise." Suddenly she gave a shout. "NOW, BOYS!" 

The whole cavern was swamped with blinding light as half a dozen 
battery-operated lanterns went on at once. Stella and I looked around and 
were surprised to see six men in motorcycle outfits and chains, all of them 
looking as mean as hell. 

"These are friends of ours", Alice was saying. "Marilyn and I invited them 
over tonight to see whether or not they could outfuck the great Roger 
Masterson. We figured the six of them and you would be as much as the two of 
us could handle, but we hadn't counted on you bringing an extra girl along." 

The six men, all of whom were about twenty or twenty-two years old, and all 
with bulging muscles popping out of their black leather and Levis, came 
slowly towards us. The one in the lead, who was obviously the boss man, had 
a big ugly scar on his big ugly face, that ran from directly under his left 
eye across his nose and lips and down the right side of his chin. The lower 
half of his face was a jungle of beard stubble, and that gleaming white scar 
looked like a path through the wilderness. 

'This here is Scar," Marilyn informed Stella and me, and we didn't have to 
ask how he'd gotten the name. "When you and Stella told us about your S & M 
proclivities we could hardly keep from laughing. You see, Scar and his 
buddies here happen to be old S & M freaks from way back, and I'll bet they 
could teach you a trick or two that would make your eyes pop out of your 
head." 

Just then Scar gave an animalistic grunt. "I want that women," he muttered, 
pointing right at Stella's big juicy tits. "I want that woman and I want her 
NOW!" With a snarl of savage lust he leaped forward and pressed her body 
tightly against his own. I stepped forward to try to change his mind for 
him, but like lightning two more of the leather boys jumped out of the 
shadows and restrained me, pinioning my arms tightly and painfully behind my 
back. There was nothing I could do but watch helplessly as Scar and his 
cohorts forced their pleasures upon Stella's captive flesh. 

Smiling evilly, Scar pushed Stella up against the stone wall of the cave. 
With two savage strokes, he seized her blouse and skirt in his hands and 
tugged them off her body, ripping them to shreds. Then he divested her of 
her stockings and shoes, and she had nothing on now but a bra and a garter 
belt. I was surprised to see that Stella was crying; I thought she was made 
of sterner stuff than that. If she was crying now what would she be doing an 
hour from now. Bleeding, probably, or even dying. And I knew that when they 
were done with her it would be my turn next. Scar and two of his pals picked 
Stella up brutally and dragged her, kicking and screaming towards a huge 
oaken table on one side of the cavern. Obviously Alice and Marilyn had gone 
to a lot of trouble to welcome us. They must have brought that table in here 
a stick at a time, because it looked too big to go through the hole in one 
piece. 

The screams from the other side increased now as by now Stella, clad only in 
her underwear, was pushed onto the table and made to lie face downwards. 
Scar grabbed one of her arms and twisted it savagely, and she whimpered in 
anguish. I tried to step forward to help her, but Scar's buddies who were 
holding onto me changed my mind for me pretty fast. One of them, who seemed 
to have a glass eye, pulled a switchblade out of his pocket, and when he 
pressed the button the blade gleamed ominously in the lantern light: I knew 
that it was hopeless to argue, I had to watch them perform their atrocities 
on Stella, knowing that when the boys were through with her Alice and 
Marilyn would probably start right in on me. 

Scar went over to Stella's suitcase and looked at me with a cruel smile on 
his bloated lips. "It was real nice o' you two to bring this equipment with 
you, boy," he told me. "Real nice. I jus' know it's gonna come in handy by 
the time tonight is over." I gulped. These goons obviously knew what they 
were doing, and I didn't dare to even imagine what fiendish uses they'd find 
for the objects of restraint in Stella's bag. 

Suddenly he tossed the suitcase into the air and dealt it a kung fu kick, 
splitting the wood wide apart and showering the floor of the cavern with 
leather, rubber and steel. He paused to take a look at all the goodies 
around him and then he smiled at me again, smiled at me in a way I didn't 
like at all. 

Stella moaned again, louder than before, and I looked to see what they were 
doing to her. One of the leather boys had propped a beer keg under her 
pelvis, and now they turned her over face up so that the huge cylindrical 
thing was under her ass. One of the men reached into a bloodstained burlap 
sack and pulled out some long steel chains with shackles on the ends, and 
they attached these to Stella's wrists and ankles, drawing the other ends 
tightly around the four legs of the table. Stella screamed inhumanly as her 
spine bent over backwards, arching across the cold keg, and thrusting her 
stomach and tits high into the air. I could see that the inside of the 
shackles were ringed with little points of metal, and dozens of tiny streams 
of blood were beginning to well up at Stella's wrists and ankles. Somehow I 
knew that there would be more blood to come, much more. 

The leather boy with the glass eye was holding his switchblade right under 
my chin, forcing its sharp point into my skin but not quite pushing it far 
enough to break the skin and make me bleed. I had to hold my head absolutely 
still if I didn't want to have my jugular vein sliced free of charge, 

"Okay," announced Scar coldly as he saw that the human sacrifice had 
prepared. "And now's the time for the fun to begin." 

 Chapter Five 

Scar gave me one last long lingering look and then started towards Stella, 
walking slowly and menacingly. He had the biggest, phoniest macho act I'd 
ever seen, but even if he was a phony he was still the one who had the knife 
in my neck, not the other way around. I had to watch as he went purposefully 
up to the helpless Stella. 

With one mighty leap, he was standing on the table, his legs straddling 
Stella's prostrate form like some black leather colossus. Then he bent down 
and grabbed the bra she had on, ripping it off and leaving her tits on 
display for all the world to see. 

"I'm gonna fuck you good, baby," he snarled through thick, sneering lips. 
"I'm gonna fuck you're cunt and then I'm gonna fuck your ass and then I'm 
gonna fuck your mouth and then if there's anythin' left over I'm gonna fuck 
that too. An' if I run outa holes to fuck then me an' my boys here will just 
have to make a few new holes." 

Then he kicked her between the legs hard with one hobnailed boot, and his 
blonde victim shrieked. I could see a trickle of saliva going out of one 
corner of Stella's mouth. There wasn't any blood mixed with the saliva, but 
I knew that there would be mighty soon. Was there any chance of escape? 
Hell, no. I'd have to overpower six gorilla-men, including the one who was 
pinning my arms behind me and the one who had his shiv up against my neck. 
I'd also have to fight off Alice and Marilyn long enough to free Stella, and 
then the two of us would have to grab that twenty-foot ladder in the corner 
and wrestle it over to the hole in the roof of the cave and run like hell. 
And even if we managed to do that, we'd probably never get off this 
cock-shaped mountain alive. No, it looked like we would have to stay here 
for quite some time. 

And now the brute named Scar tore open his tight leather pants and 
unsheathed his cock. It was an ugly cock, short and stubby and looking 
almost as though it had been bitten off. But it was all there, and it was 
all heading for the space between Stella's spreadeagled legs. 

And then he gave a shout of triumph and flopped down on top of her, and 
Stella moaned as the weight of his body pushed her back against the beer keg 
that threatened to snap her spine. And then he was fucking her like crazy, 
snarling and shouting and waving his hat in the air like a cowboy breaking a 
wild stallion. 

I felt the pain in my arms and against my neck lessen slightly and I 
realized what had happened. The guy who was holding my arms and the guy with 
the knife against my throat had leaned forward slightly to get a good look 
at exactly what Scar was doing. For one brief moment of blessed relief they 
let up the pressure. But then they were up against me as badly as ever. I 
realized that the only chance I had of getting away from that knife and that 
vise grip would be to wait for another such moment, a moment in which the 
men's attention was distracted, and in that one moment I would have to break 
loose somehow and make a rush at Scar. The man was bigger than I was, and he 
seemed to know kung fu, but I knew that in a fight of three seconds or less 
the element of surprise would give me the advantage. And three seconds would 
be just about all the time I would have, because the minute I attacked Scar 
I would have signed my own death warrant. I would have three seconds in 
which to incapacitate Scar before his friends, surprised by my sudden 
retaliation, would strike me dead on the spot. But instant death was better 
than slow torture, and if I took one of these bastards with me I'd die 
happy. 

Alice and Marilyn were watching sadistically as Scar raped Stella again and 
again, harder and harder. He gave a loud, incoherent growl, and I knew that 
he had climaxed inside her. 

He jumped off the table and turned to his henchmen. "Unchain her," he 
hissed. "Unchain her and turn her over, an' then chain her up again, ass 
side up. I'm going to tear her ass apart." 

The other five leather boys ran forward to obey. They knew that I could not 
escape, so they didn't bother to guard me. But there had to be some way I 
could use this respite to my advantage. 

I looked around for a potential weapon, and I saw two long logs, about as 
thick as my arms. 

Could I use one of them to bash these guys over the heads with? No, I 
decided. I wouldn't be able to hit more than one or possibly two before the 
others closed in on me. 

But wait a minute! I had a plan. It was a very risky plan, but it might 
work. These men were getting so drunk in the lust of their own sadistic glee 
that they might not notice what I was doing. Besides, even if they did find 
out they were going to kill me anyway, so either way I had nothing to lose. 

Slowly, so as not to attract attention with any sudden movements, I peeled 
off my jacket. I stooped and picked up the two logs, one at a time, and 
shoved them into my jacket sleeves. They were slightly longer than my arms 
were, and the logs stuck out at the bottom, but I had to gamble that the men 
wouldn't notice. I shrugged on the jacket over my shoulders like a cape and 
leaned against the wall so as to keep the arms from sliding out of the 
sleeves. In dim light it looked as though I was leaning against the wall 
with my hands behind my back. 

By now the men had unchained the writhing Stella, turned her over and 
rechained her. The beer keg was pressing under her stomach and it sent her 
naked ass pointing upwards towards the hole in the cavern roof. Scar and the 
others stepped back to admire their handiwork. 

It seemed to be satisfactory, because Scar signaled his men to return to 
their posts. 

"Cyclops," he told the man with the glass eye and the steel switchblade, 
"you and Reefer go back and guard that guy. Make sure he don't try 
anything." 

The two men nodded and came back towards me. For a moment I was scared that 
Reefer, the one who was to grab my arms, would notice that they looked and 
felt like logs. But he was so much under the influence of some nameless drug 
or booze, as well as so engrossed in the scene that was slowly unveiling 
before him, that he did not notice. He grabbed my "arms" and held them 
tightly behind my back as the one named Cyclops placed his knife blade at my 
throat again, ready to use it in case I tried anything. 

Now Scar turned back to the helpless woman before him, and he lashed out 
with one boot and kicked her square in the butt. "You're in trouble, girl," 
he told her. "I'm gonna ass fuck you, an' I'm gonna give you an enema with 
vinegar, an' then I'm gonna do a few other things which you wouldn't believe 
even if I told you." 

His cock was still out, and he leaned forward and thrust it into her 
quivering ass. He dug his hands into her buttocks and spread them wide, 
forcing them to accept his meat. 

Into her he went, as deep as he could go, and with each thrust of his meat I 
could feel Cyclops and Reefer leaning forward to watch, and with each moan 
of pain from Stella I felt like leaping forward and killing every man in the 
room. But I knew that this was not the time. I had to wait until that knife 
moved away from my neck, if only for a single moment. 

The man named Scar fucked Stella up her ass, tearing apart her rectum and 
canoodle as he did so, and I was getting angrier and hotter by the moment. I 
could see that Alice and Marilyn were getting hotter too. It was obvious 
that they enjoyed to see a man rape a woman up the ass, provided that they 
weren't her. Scar had finished sodomizing her now, and he bent down to reach 
into his bloodstained burlap bag. From it he pulled a long rubber tube with 
a bulb at the end, and I recognized it as an enema tube. He also pulled out 
a canteen that seemed to be filled with something, because from the way he 
handled it I could tell it was heavy. He uncorked the canteen and began to 
fill the bulb from it, and as the clear liquid came out the smell of vinegar 
hit me in the face. 

A vinegar enema! I watched helplessly as two whole quarts were poured from 
the canteen into the enema apparatus. I couldn't see how Stella's throbbing 
butt would be able to hold two quarts of water, let alone vinegar. I had to 
act fast, and soon. But I had to wait for the right moment. I had to wait 
for Cyclops to take that knife away from my neck, even if only for an 
instant. 

The bulb was filled now, and everyone present was watching as Scar slowly 
brought it towards Stella's helpless ass. She began to cry, begging him 
please not to do this, but he kicked her again and told her to shut up and 
take it like the worthless cunt that she was. 

And then the tube was thrust into her an inch at a time. Compared to the 
thick, squat cock which had just been inside her canoodle, this narrow tube 
should have felt like nothing to Stella. But the tube was longer than the 
cock, at least two feet longer, and that length made all the difference. 
Scar slowly eased at least nine inches of the rubber tube up inside of her 
asshole, and then he began to squeeze the bulb. 

Stella screamed unceasingly as the red-hot vinegar poured into her rectum, 
and I watched in horror as the huge, swollen bulb began to dwindle slowly as 
it pumped its burning contents into the white flesh below. 

Then the bulb was empty and every drop of the liquid had been squeezed down 
inside her flesh. I winced. If this was what they were doing to Stella, what 
would Alice and Marilyn have them do to me? I couldn't imagine, and I didn't 
think I wanted to. 

Slowly he began to pull the enema tube out of her .almost as slowly as he'd 
put it into her. But finally he gave it one last yank and it was out. As the 
tube came out a trickle of clear liquid dripped out of Stella's ass, down 
her leg and onto the table. I thought I could see a trace of red in the 
vinegar, but I couldn't tell for certain. But then Scar was holding up the 
tube and bulb and looking as though he didn't know what to do with them. 

This is it, I thought to myself. Now that Scar is through with the enema 
stuff he'll throw it to Cyclops here, who's got this damned knife in my 
neck, and as soon as Cyclops relieves the pressure on the knife to catch the 
tube I'll pull loose and break Scar's fuckin' neck. But Scar was way ahead 
of me. He threw the tube and the bulb, all right, but he threw them to 
another guy completely, on the other end of the room. Both of Cyclops' eyes, 
the real one and the glass one, were following the flight of the objects 
across the cave, and for one split second I considered pulling loose and 
killing Scar anyway. But I hesitated too long, and the opportunity was past. 
The leather boy caught the tube one-handed and Cyclops had his knife up 
against my neck as badly as ever. My chance had come and gone. 

I watched in utter desperation as Scar poked around inside his bloodstained 
sack and leisurely selected his next instrument of torture: a crowbar. Has 
he yanked it out his eye fell on the empty canteen that had held the vinegar 
and he picked that up too. "I guess I won't be needin' this for a while," he 
mumbled. "Here, catch." 

And then I suddenly realized that he was flinging the canteen in my 
direction, and as Cyclops reached out one black leather hand to grab it his 
other hand, the one with the knife, automatically pulled back from my throat 
slightly. THIS WAS IT! 

One of my arms, which I had been keeping hidden under the jacket, lashed out 
and seized Cyclops's wrist, pulling the knife back and away from me. At the 
same time I pulled both legs from the floor and kicked backwards like a 
mule, grinding my feet into the scrotum of Reefer, the man behind me. He 
screamed viciously, and I fell to the cavern floor. Somehow or other I 
rolled to my feet and then without slackening speed I was charging straight 
towards Scar, who was staring at me with his fly and his mouth both open, 
too surprised to move. 

Before even I knew it, my hands hit his throat. 

I heard a sharp cracking sound as my fingers closed tighter around Scar's 
neck, and his head rocked back and forth like a pendulum. I felt his body 
collapse under mine, and we both fell backward on top of the prostrate form 
of the tortured Stella. 

She moaned louder than before as we tumbled on top of her and then rolled to 
the floor. I could see Cyclops and Scar's other playmates coming towards me 
in a way I didn't at all like. I dropped Scar, who was unconscious, onto the 
hard stone floor of the cavern, and came towards Cyclops, who had his 
switchblade at the ready. I didn't have to ask what he planned to do with 
it. 

Remembering that this guy was blind on one side I approached him from the 
right direction and kicked him in the mouth. I glimpsed a spattering of 
droplets of red, and then suddenly one of the black leather boys had his arm 
around my neck and started to squeeze. 

"Stop!" shouted Alice, and the man grunted and let me drop to the ground, 
gasping for breath. She came towards me, her long hair and her hips wiggling 
from side to side as she walked. She spoke to the bastard who had almost 
strangled me. "Get out of here." 

He started to come closer to her. 'This guy ain't gonna get away with what 
he did to Scar an' Cyclops!" he shouted. "Besides, he kicked Reefer in the 
balls!" 

"Do as I tell you," Alice barked. "This man has got more guts than all of 
you put together. And more dick, too. Now pick up your friends and get out 
of here!" 

The hoodlum started to protest, but a look from her and he retreated. I 
watched as he and the one named Reefer got the ladder from the corner of the 
cave and wrestled it beneath the hole in the ceiling which was the only way 
out. Then the five of them staggered up and out. Cyclops was holding a hand 
to his shattered teeth and Reefer was carrying the unconscious Scar slung 
over one shoulder. Scar's head was dangling at a very odd angle. 

And now Alice and Marilyn were coming closer to me. "You passed the test, 
Roger," Marilyn told me, shaking me by the hand. "Congratulations." 

"What test?" I wanted to know. Something very odd was going on here, very 
odd indeed. 

Marilyn grinned. "We didn't want to tell you before, but it's okay to now. 
Alice and I were looking for a good-lookin' guy with a big dick and plenty 
of guts. We decided that the only way to test our candidates was by putting 
them up against Scar and his boys. And you passed with flying colors." 

"Okay," I said. "So I passed. Now that you've got me what do you want to do 
with me?" 

This time it was Alice's turn to grin. "Haven't you guessed? The two of us 
are fed up with this fuckin' school, so we're cutting out of here. We want a 
man to come with us so we can keep warm on a chilly night." 

"In other words," Alice hastened to explain, "the two of us are gonna go 
bumming around crosscountry for a while. Two cunts. But we need a cock to go 
with them. Are you game, or would you rather spend the rest of your life as 
a gardener at a girls' school?" 

"Don't knock it," I told her. "It's a good job. There's six hundred captive 
teenage girls on that campus, and I'm the only cock for miles around. It's a 
job with a lot of fringe benefits." 

"Never mind that," hissed Marilyn. "After what happened here tonight we're 
both in a lot of trouble. And you are too. You'd better come with us. We've 
got a Volkswagen bus parked down the road with plenty of food, booze and 
weed. And money, too. Are you gonna come along or will ya sit here and wait 
for the police to show up?" 

I didn't seem to have much of a choice. Besides, it sounded interesting to 
be hitting the road with these two gorgeous chicks for a while. And, like 
they said, I'd done a few things during my career at the Gladys M. Forsythe 
Academy for Advanced Young Women that the police might not look to kindly 
upon. 

"I'll go with you, girls," I told them. "Just let me sneak back to the 
campus and get my motorcycle and stuff. Where can I meet you?" 

"At the highway turnoff down the road," Alice told me. "Near the 7-Up 
billboard. We'll be waiting." 

"Groovy," I started to run up the ladder, then I stopped as a low moan 
floated across the room to me. I'd forgotten about Stella! The blonde woman, 
who was still chained spreadeagled to the table with nothing on but a garter 
belt. As I watched she began to babble incoherently again. Once or twice she 
said something like. "I want your hot dick, Roger! I want it!" 

I came back down the ladder again. "We can't leave poor Stella here to die 
like this. I think what Scar did to her drove her off the deep end." 

"Don't worry about her," Alice assured me. "Now that the pain's stopped 
she'll start creeping back to normal. I've seen this kind of thing at 
practically every S & M session I go to. The woman goes crazy for a while, 
but in a couple of days she's all right again." 

Marilyn rested one hand on my arm. "When we get into the next town we'll 
telephone a hospital to come out here and pick her up. By the time the 
police get on the case we'll be over the state line and far away from here. 
It's the best way. I wasn't too crazy about leaving Stella here, but I knew 
that we couldn't take her along. I went over and kissed her once, very 
lightly, on the corner of her bloodstained mouth. "Good-bye, my darling," I 
whispered to her hoarsely. "I'm sorry that this had to happen. But it wasn't 
my fault. If I hadn't broken Scar's neck, we'd both be dead by now." 

Stella seemed to understand what I was saying, for she nodded. I couldn't 
help thinking that the poor girl might be better off if Scar had killed her 
after all. 

And then I turned and bolted up the ladder, not looking back. "I'll meet you 
under the billboard in half an hour," I called out to Marilyn and Alice. 

I was on top of Cock Rock, at the very tip of its gargantuan granite 
phallus. It was around midnight, and I was very cold. I still didn't know 
how I was going to climb down the steep sides of this thing. I'd managed to 
climb up using both feet and both hands. Getting back down would be easy, 
but getting down alive wouldn't be. 

I heard something rattling in the wind, and I turned to see what it was. In 
the dim moonlight I could just make out a long wooden pole driven into the 
face of the solid rock column, and tied to this was a long thick rope. It 
was the rope that was making the noise as the wind dashed it back and forth 
against the solid granite wall. 

I grabbed hold of the rope with both hands, took a deep breath, and kicked 
off. I went downwards faster than I would have liked too, but at least I was 
still all in one piece. 

I landed heavily in a bramble bush at the bottom, and as I started to walk 
away I heard a moaning sound. I looked and saw a human body lying underneath 
the bush, a human body in a black leather jacket and with its head at a 
strange angle. Apparently Scar's buddies had no further use for a leader 
with a broken neck, especially if they had to carry him all over the 
countryside. I decided that when we reported Stella to the hospital I would 
tell them about Scar too. There was nothing else I could do for him. 

Ten minutes later I was sneaking back through the barbed wire fence and into 
the girls' Academy. As I climbed through the shrubbery I could imagine Miss 
Watson's face when she would find out what her gardener, her prize teacher 
and two of her "advanced young ladies" had been up to all night. 

I sneaked back to my quarters and got all my gear, then tossed it onto the 
back of my and lashed it down. In a moment I was roaring across the campus 
and towards the gates, which were locked. 

In the glow from my headlight I saw someone running out in front of me, 
yelling "Stop! Stop! Don't do that!" It was Old Lady Watson! I twisted the 
handlebars, bringing the chopper hurtling straight towards her. She shrieked 
and dove into a mud puddle. Then I was rushing towards the gates at sixty 
miles an hour. The gates were padlocked, and I didn't have the key. I would 
have to ram them. 

I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth as the front fender of my chopper hit 
the chain. There was an awful snapping sound, and then I was on the other 
side and roaring off down the open road. In just a few minutes Alice and 
Marilyn and I would be going off in quest of excitement and erotic 
adventures. 

It took me only a couple of minutes to reach the billboard the chicks had 
promised to meet me under, but when I got there they hadn't come yet. 
Probably they were still getting ready for their new life. Once they started 
down that long road with me, they would be schoolgirls no longer. 

As if there were kids, now! 

Sure enough, a few minutes later two headlights winked at me far off down 
the road, and I saw a red Volkswagen bus right behind them. Soon they were 
right beside me, with the motor idling. 

Alice kicked the door open. "Come on in, cowboy," she said. "And bring that 
big dick of yours with you." 

"I brought my chopper," I informed her, which was dumb now that I think of 
it, because she could see the motorcycle between my legs. She was always 
looking between my legs. 

The back doors of the big bus swung open and somebody hopped out. "Hey man, 
que pasa?" blared a thick male voice. I saw myself looking at a short, 
muscular man with long hair and hippie clothes. 

"This is Turtle," Alice was saying to me. "We didn't tell you he was coming 
along, but after all we two chicks couldn't go driving crosscountry taking 
only ONE cock with us. We had to have at least TWO." 

I didn't say anything. Turtle looked like a nice enough guy, but I'd been 
sort of looking forward to having both those delicious pussies all to 
myself. Oh well, I knew that I'd have plenty of time with both of them. And 
Turtle would too. 

Between the two of us Turtle and I managed to wrestle my Honda into the rear 
of the Volkswagen bus, and then we hopped in and slammed the doors shut. 
Turtle vaulted like an acrobat over the front seat, so that he was up front 
with Alice, and I was pleased to see that I had Marilyn all to myself in the 
back. 

Alice threw the bus into gear, and a moment later we were zipping down the 
midnight road. 

"Hi, Roger," Marilyn said to me, whispering sexily in my ear. "I've been 
waiting a long time for this. Let's fuck." 

Let's fuck, she'd said. Oh, my God! I couldn't help laughing as I suddenly 
realized that after everything I'd been through with both of these chicks, I 
still hadn't shoved my dong into either one of them. Well, this was my 
chance, all right. Marilyn would be first, but Alice wouldn't have very long 
to wait. 

Marilyn was starting to peel off her clothes seductively, but I stopped her. 
"Let me do that, darling," I told her. "Undressing pretty girls is men's 
work." I bent to pull off her turtleneck, but she grabbed my head and kissed 
me square on the lips. Her tongue began to do a mating dance with my own 
tongue, and I could tell that this chick had really been around. 

This school was not the fortress they claimed. 

And then I pulled her blouse off, and her bare braless titties were staring 
up at me expectantly. As I've mentioned before, Marilyn's left boob was 
bigger than her right one. But I kind of liked that; it made her even sexier 
in a kind of kinky, lopsided way. Besides, both of her tits were bigger than 
most chicks had. And when they're as big as Marilyn's were, they don't have 
to match. 

After I'd tugged her white turtleneck blouse off, it was the work of a 
moment for me to go for her miniskirt. I squeezed the soft fabric hard with 
both hands and tugged it down her shapely thighs, off her ankles and onto 
the floor of the bus. I noticed that Alice and Turtle were watching me with 
amusement through the rear-view mirror. 

Then I hurried to unlace the girl's high-heeled leather boots, and tugged 
them off her delicious feet with hot feverish hands. Now I was looking at 
her bright yellow panty hose, the fabric that caressed her thighs and calves 
and feet almost as though it were a part of her. Marilyn looked so beautiful 
with that golden yellow going up and down her legs that I would have fucked 
her right then and there, but unfortunately panty hose don't have a cunt. 
They had to come off, and come off they did. When I tugged them off her 
flesh I saw that Marilyn, like so many other chicks I'd run into in the last 
few days, wasn't wearing panties. 

She saw that I had noticed and smiled. "I don't believe in panties, Rodge," 
she told me. 

'They slow things down. Now hurry up and fuck me, please. And fuck me good. 
I'm no virgin, and if you're no good at fucking I'll know right away. So 
fuck me good." 

I didn't have to be told twice. I unzipped my dungarees, and out popped my 
hot rod, ready for action. It had known what was coming and it had popped 
out of my pants of its own accord, eager to get things going. Well, so was 
I. 

I took Marilyn in my strong arms and tongued her throat and chin, working my 
way up to her mouth. As our lips met I kissed her with more heat and passion 
then I'd ever kissed any other girl, even Felicia or Cynthia. And as Marilyn 
and I were locked in a kiss, I felt her body grow hot beneath mine as I 
gently spread her legs apart and began to slide my meat into the waiting 
cavern of her honey pot. 

Home at last. 

I was surprised to realize that I was having a little trouble getting my 
cock up into her pussy. Either my meat was too big, or her hole was too 
small, or both. In any case, it was a tight fit. But that was okay; I like 
them tight. 

I managed to work my prick into her, inch by inch, and the longer it took 
the hotter she was getting. I was getting hotter too, and I felt as though 
at any moment we might both burst into flames. 

And then I was in her right up to the hilt, and pumping away in a frenzy of 
passionate lust. Just then Alice started driving the bus over a series of 
bumps and potholes, and the whole Volkswagen shot up and down in the air. 
But every thump of the bus brought our two bodies thumping against each 
other all the harder, and it felt great. Marilyn's mismatched tits were 
digging into my chest, and I loved it. It was wonderful. 

I had started pumping, and now I decided to pump to the rhythm of the bus. 
Alice saw what I was doing and started to speed up the bus slightly, and I 
had to speed up the pumping, and that made it feel all the better. 
Underneath Marilyn's ass the chassis of the bus was vibrating and quivering 
like crazy, and it was making her legs, hips and ass shake up and down and 
back and forth as though they were plugged in to some gigantic vibrator. In 
fact, the whole bus was one huge vibrator, and Marilyn and I were inside it, 
making sweet love. 

I was pumping harder now, not only faster but also harder, and I could feel 
the whole huge red Volkswagen bus rocking and vibrating and churning with 
every powerful thrust of my organ. It felt as though my cock controlled the 
world, because every time it moved I felt both our bodies tumble and spin 
along with it. 

And then I felt that wonderfully warm, spreading feeling that told me 
Marilyn was creaming, creaming all over my beautiful big prick. I could feel 
my own body getting hotter and hotter and I knew that soon I would be coming 
as well. 

Sure enough, the rumbling swell got bigger and bigger and more and more 
glorious as we zoomed down the road at almost a mile a minute, and I felt 
the stirring sensation deep within me getting bigger and bigger and bigger 
with every passing moment, with every thrust of my huge powerful jackhammer, 
with every fresh torret of love-juice that gushered out of Marilyn's honey 
hole. 

And now I was creaming too, as my cock and balls and hips and thighs and 
flesh burst into a raging forest fire of passion, and I was sending gallons 
of red-hot cock-sauce zooming down the tunnel of hot flesh between Marilyn's 
shapely legs. Again and again I creamed, and then she was creaming too, and 
the twin geysers of love-tonic that rushed towards each other between us 
seemed to push us apart, but I knew that they were really holding us all the 
closer together. Because a man and a woman could never really feel close to 
each other, could never really come to know each other, until they'd had sex 
together, and it didn't matter whether they were married or not. It was 
fantastic. It was the reason we'd both been put here. 

At last, at long long lovely last, our beautiful fuck was drawing to a 
close, and I knew that when I'd hitched up with Marilyn I'd found myself one 
beautiful girl. She was great. Oh, was she great. 

I could feel the Volkswagen bus slowing down as Alice was getting more and 
more interested in the goings-on that were going on in the back. "Hey," she 
said at last, "I'd like to get into that too." 

"Come on in, the water's fine," smiled Marilyn, with a moan of pleasure 
going across her beautiful red lips. 

"No, I guess I'd better not," Alice decided, after going through an obvious 
mental struggle with herself. "I'd better keep on driving. We've got to get 
as far away from here as we can by morning." 

I got off Marilyn regretfully and stood up. "If you want, I'll take over the 
driving for a while," I volunteered. "And you and Turtle can fool around for 
a while." 

"Hey, man, thanks a lot," shouted Turtle, and I could tell that he was eager 
to do it with Alice, just as eager as I'd been to do it with Marilyn. Well, 
I was eager to do it with Alice too, but I knew that it could wait a while. 

There would be plenty of time, and I knew that all I had to do was call and 
Alice would be ready to serve me. 

I shoved my cocker back in my Levis and climbed over the seat, passing 
Turtle en route. I felt Alice's blonde hair and white flesh brush against me 
as we passed, and it was a delicious sensation. As she climbed into the back 
with the others I could see that she didn't wear any panties either, just a 
black face garter belt and stockings. Well, as Marilyn had said, panties 
only slowed things down. 

Wise girl, that one. 

And now I was in the driver's seat, and I felt a surge of power just knowing 
that the entire bus, and the people in it, were all in my hands, all 
controlled by me. With one firm hand I grabbed the huge phallus of the stick 
shift and shifted into third, and a moment later we were all roaring off 
down the road to the erotic unknown that lay beyond. 

 Chapter Six 

I drove all night, but it was an interesting night. That fuck I'd had with 
Marilyn had been very pleasant, and when it was over I had the added 
enjoyment of watching Turtle and Alice perform in the back of the bus for my 
listening pleasure. I hadn't done it with Alice yet, of course, but I was 
pleasantly surprised to see that she was handling Turtle even better than 
I'd expected. I was really amazed at the girl's endurance and ingenuity; in 
that one love-session she had with Turtle Alice guided them both into more 
positions than I'd ever seen-or used-in the rest of my sexual career put 
together. I could hardly wait until it would be my turn to give Alice the 
old once-over, and I knew that when I did so it would be very pleasant 
indeed, very pleasant for both of us. 

Finally I could make out the dim red rim of the rising sun coming towards us 
over the distant horizon, and I decided that it was time to rest for a 
while. We had driven clear out of Massachusetts and right across the 
southern tip of New York State. By now we were in Pennsylvania. I'd been 
through here before, but never with such lovely company as Alice and 
Marilyn. And never with Turtle, either. 

Finally I pulled the huge Volkswagen vehicle off the shoulder of the road 
and into a field. In the distance I could hear a river tumbling over the 
rocks of its bed. And now it was time for the four of us to rest, for in the 
morning we would be needing all our strength. Especially Alice and I. I 
promised myself that tomorrow would be the time I would have her for sure. I 
could taste that big juicy cunt right now, and it made my mouth water just 
to think about it. 

Not to mention what it did to the meat. 

The powerful bus ground to a halt, and in a moment I was clambering over the 
back seat and into Alice's arms. The two of us fell asleep together on the 
hot chassis of the huge vehicle, and the dreams I had that night were 
wonderful dreams indeed. 

Hours later I awoke and got out of the back of the bus. The other three had 
obviously been up for hours. They had a roaring fire going and a good 
breakfast was nearly cooked. They were glad to see me, and Alice in 
particular was very glad, as she proved to me as soon as we touched. I would 
have liked to linger longer, but I knew that there would be plenty of time 
for that later. If we had something to eat first, our lovemaking would be 
all the better. 

As we were finishing the meal, Turtle spoke: "Hey, guys, I've never been in 
this part of Pennsylvania before. I wonder where we are." None of us seemed 
to be able to answer that; Pennsylvania was not one of our strong points. 

After a little searching Marilyn and Turtle located the river that I'd been 
hearing about the night before. It wasn't very big, but it was a river all 
right. We'd gone straight over it on a bridge, and stuck on one end of the 
bridge was a sign that read "LACKAWAXEN RIVER." 

As soon as we'd all had a chance to get a look at it, there was the honk of 
a horn behind us and we turned to see a gigantic trailer pulling up beside 
the Volkswagen bus. 

One of the doors opened and a guy tumbled out. He was followed by two or 
three very sexy-looking young women. All three chicks had on the same 
outfit: a miniskirt, a tight jacket and ruffled blouse, black leather 
high-heeled knee boots, and dark blue stockings. On them the outfit looked 
just great. But I wouldn't have minded getting a look at them with the 
clothing taken off. Well, perhaps I'd get my chance later. 

" 'ello there," called out their male companion, in a thick lower-class 
English accent. "We're lookin' for a town named Honesdale. Would ye be 
knowin' where it is?" 

After a few minutes of introduction all around, it turned out that the young 
man and his three costumed friends, plus two more guys who were still in the 
trailer, were all some sort of a rock group. They played at carnivals and 
county fairs all over the United States, and now they were on their way 
towards one that was right around here. 

And they all looked fine to us. 

The Englishman's name turned out to be Nigel, and his young female friends 
were Joy, and Polly. Two more men came leaping out of the trailer, one of 
them with an electric guitar hanging around his neck, and introduced 
themselves as Bert and Alfie. 

So three more chicks had worked their way into our midst, and three more men 
with them. This looked as though it would be getting better and better all 
the time. It would be at least a week before I'd had these three new girls, 
as well as Alice and Marilyn, as much as I'd want to. This would be very 
enjoyable indeed. 

It turned out that the rock group was known as "Saint Elmo's Fire." They 
were on their way to some town called Honesdale to play in a rock concert at 
something called the Wayne County Fair which was being held there. I sneaked 
a look at the prettiest of the newcomers, who was Polly, and decided that 
she and I could make very beautiful music together. Very, very beautiful. 

Turtle and I searched around inside the glove compartment of the bus and 
located a road map of the area, and between the ten of us we managed to 
figure out a way to get to Honesdale. The rock group asked us if we cared to 
go with them, and we all said we did. We didn't want to lose these people 
right after we'd met them. Turtle and I wanted to get a crack at those three 
beautiful chicks, and I could tell that Alice and Marilyn were wondering 
just how nice Nigel, Bert and Alfie would be in bed. It was also pretty 
obvious that the six musicians were having amorous thoughts about us. 

So they piled back into their trailer and we piled back into our VW bus. I 
was driving and I led the way. About a half an hour later we reached 
Honesdale, and I could see the fair grounds in the distance. 

We pulled into the place a little bit later. The county fair wasn't due to 
start until the next day, and we could see the roustabouts and carnival 
people getting everything ready for the crowds that would be coming here 
tomorrow. 

Nigel and his friends announced their presence to the people who were 
running the fair, and they were given quarters off on the edge of the fair 
grounds, one huge cabin. Supposedly the cabin would be partitioned off so 
that the men and the chicks could sleep separately, but I wasn't going to 
hold my breath to wait for that to happen. 

I wasn't willing to hold anything of my own. 

It turned out that not only did the cabin have room enough for all the 
members of Saint Elmo's Fire, or the Elmos (as they called themselves 
privately) but there was also room for Alice and Marilyn and Turtle and I. 
The Elmos offered to share the place with us and naturally we accepted. I 
knew that our first night there would be quite a night. We'd give the place 
a house-warming that none of us would ever be likely to forget. 

In the meantime we offered to help the six of them get ready for their 
performances here, and needless to say I found plenty of time to get to know 
the three new girls quite well. It developed that Joy was from Tennessee, 
and she had a rich, melting Southern accent that fit in perfectly with her 
long yellow hair and her delicious figure. She looked like, and sounded 
like, Daisy Mae Yokum in the comic strips. I couldn't wait for a chance to 
let her taste my Big Abner. 

Polly was English, like Nigel, and Jenny was from no place in particular, 
but she'd been bumming around with the others for a while because she liked 
it. Joy and Jenny were really beautiful chicks, but Polly was far and away 
the pick of the litter. I knew that when the ten of us got together that 
night I would be heading straight for her with my arms open wide. And my 
legs, too. 

The hours passed quickly until that night. I found out that the county fair 
would be here for a week altogether, and that in addition to the rock 
concerts and other things there would be a motorcycle stunt-riding 
exhibition, open to all comers, with a five hundred dollar first prize. I 
swore that I wouldn't leave here until that money was bulging in my pants 
pocket. 

A carnival worker was going by, and I tapped him on the shoulder. "Who do I 
have to see to sign up for the cycle contest, buddy?" I wanted to know. He 
looked at me strangely for a couple of seconds, but then he gave me 
directions to the place where I could sign up. 

I soon found out why he'd been looking at me that way. It turned out that 
they'd been having this contest for the last three years, and every year the 
prize had been won by a lady rider who called herself Daredevil Diana. 
Somebody showed me a picture of her in a tight leather motorcycle outfit and 
my jaw almost hit the floor. I wanted to meet that woman. Not only would we 
be doing battle on the race course, but if I played my cards right we might 
be meeting somewhere else too. Like maybe in that nice cozy cabin. 

And I always play the perfect hand! 

But now it was getting towards sunset, and I went back towards the bus and 
the trailer to meet the others. We got our stuff out of the two vehicles and 
carried them towards the cabin. Nobody said a word about what would be going 
on once we got inside it, but then again nobody had to. When five men and 
five women are all dying for a chance to fuck and lay one another, then 
words aren't necessary. 

We got into the cabin and shut the door. Alfie placed a chair under the 
doorknob just in case anybody outside got any dumb ideas about spoiling all 
our fun for us. 

I looked around the room. It was great, it had a fireplace and a stove and 
everything. It had ten beds, but I didn't think we'd be needing more than 
five. Maybe not even that many, as a matter of fact. 

Marilyn was the first to take her clothes off, and she stood there before 
us, unveiled in all her naked glory. Nigel and Bert and Alfie seemed to be 
interested in those lopsided tits of hers, and I didn't blame them. I knew 
just how sweet those knockers could taste. 

And then everybody was taking off their clothes at once, and throwing them 
into one huge pile in the middle of the bare floor of the room. The big heap 
of clothing would make a nice soft cushion for our amorous activities, and 
this way we would all be able to be together, something we wouldn't be able 
to accomplish if we did this in bed. 

We had automatically formed ourselves into a circle, a ring of panting 
bodies eager for the delights that we knew were soon to follow. Slowly the 
circle began to close in upon itself, feeding itself upon its own flesh and 
body heat and lust. Each of us was looking hungrily at the beautiful naked 
body of the man or woman who was opposite to us, and I had seen to it that 
the girl who was directly opposite to me was none other than Polly. 

"NOW!" somebody shouted, and the circle collapsed completely as each of us 
charged forward to choose our first mate for the evening's frolic. I went 
straight towards Polly, but at the last moment Turtle flashed out of nowhere 
and picked her for himself. That man had good taste in females. Well, I 
didn't worry; I knew that I'd be able to sample Polly's goods later on that 
night. Right now Alice was nearby, and I grabbed her and pulled her onto the 
heap of soft clothing. 

I was down on the clothing now, down on it and ready for action, ready for 
heavy action with Alice, sweet Alice, the girl I still hadn't made 
passionate love to yet. Well, there's no time like the present. 

I had hereby the waist, and I eagerly pulled her body closer to my own. I 
pushed her down onto the clothes, and that big beautiful butt of hers made 
an indentation in them. I had her by the legs now, and I spread them wide. 
Alice knew exactly what to do, and she was helping me. 

I got a look at Alice's cunt, and a great cunt it was, completely ringed and 
rimmed by velvety soft pubic hair. My rock-hard cocker was standing straight 
out from my body, and in a moment our groins locked. A perfect fit. 

And then I was all over her, making delightfully delicious love to her cunt 
and her clit and her tongue and her lips and both tits all at the same time. 
And Alice was doing the exact same thing to me. Her mouth and hands knew 
exactly what to do, and they were certainly doing it. 

In a matter of moments we were both getting hot, hotter than we'd ever hoped 
we'd, be. In a simultaneous explosion of erotic delight we both burst into 
eruptions of delicious golden love-cream at the exact same moment. Once, 
twice, three times our bodies throbbed in syncopated rhythm as our flesh 
churned up and down with passionate vigor. 

And then I was off Alice and reaching for Polly. But Polly had disappeared 
into the crowd somewhere, I could see Bert getting down on top of her. For a 
moment I thought of tapping him on the shoulder and saying "May I cut in?", 
but then I saw that Joy was right beside me and eager to get the ball 
rolling. I caught her in a flying tackle and started to do my stuff. 

I had spread her legs and was all ready to get going when she stopped me. 
"No," she said in that rich Southern accent of hers. "Not in the twat. I 
want it up mah ayiss." 

And then she rolled over, to reveal a gigantic, glorious behind, one of the 
best looking buns I'd seen in quite some time. I spread my own legs and 
locked Joy's beautiful buxom hips between my kneecaps. Then I spread her ass 
cheeks wide and slowly began to guide my cock through the beautiful pink 
rosebud that was there staring me in the face. 

I heard Joy give a gasp of pleasure as I slid my meat into her and I knew 
why right away; a cock and a cunt feel good together, but an asshole is even 
tighter than a cunt is, and the tighter it is the better it feels for all 
parties concerned. 

And all parties here felt just grand. 

Well, Joy's ass was nice and tight, all right. I'd done assfucking before 
but somehow it had never seemed quite as enjoyable as the real thing. But 
there was something about this asshole of Joy's that made everything feel 
fantastic. I was glad that my cock had stopped knocking on the door of her 
cunt and had gone around to the servants' entrance. 

Joy was moaning louder and faster as my huge wanger slid deeper and deeper 
into her canoodle. She was having her ass stretched deeper and wider than it 
had ever been stretched before, and I could tell that she loved it. The 
well-trained muscles of her behind were straining to take hold of my cock, 
to pull it deeper and deeper into the innermost depths of her bowels. I 
rammed my fuckstick into her right up to the hilt, and not even that was 
enough for her. She wanted my whole body, I could tell, she wanted to feel 
all of it pouring down into her flesh and stretching her apart in the 
agonized frenzy of lust. She wanted more and more of me all the time, and I 
was having the time of my life giving it to her. 

Deeper went the dick, taking depth readings every five fathoms. Finally I 
could go no deeper, and I started pumping like mad, sending millions of 
kilowatts of crackling energy coursing through the young girl's frame, 
causing her to writhe and pulsate with the delicious throbbing thrill of 
being fucked up the ass by a man who knew what he was doing. And every bolt 
of sensuous dynamite that I was sending into her, she was sending right back 
into me, until the two of us were rising on an ever-mounting cloud of heat, 
of hot massaging steam heat. It was beautiful, beautiful. 

And then I was creaming in Joy's ass, and I could have sworn that she was 
creaming right back at me. I'd ass fucked women before, but this was the 
first time I'd made a girl's ass cream. Well, this was the first time I'd 
felt that good doing it. 

And now I was off of Joy and looking for fresh flesh for my meat, questing 
for new worlds of eroticism to conquer. And there, right before me, was 
beautiful Polly, but this time Nigel himself was on her. He looked about 
done though, and I suddenly knew that I couldn't wait any longer, that I had 
to have this woman and I had to have her now. 

I feverishly went up to the writhing couple. To Nigel I said "Mind if I play 
through?" Without a word he leaped off of Polly and tackled Marilyn, and 
he'd spread her legs before her ass hit the floor. Now lovely Polly was 
mine, all mine. 

I'd been waiting a long time for her, and I could tell that she'd been 
waiting for me too, waiting for me and wanting me, longing for me, lusting 
for me. I had her down in my strong grip, a grip made all the stronger by 
desire. She was my prisoner and she couldn't have escaped even if she'd 
wanted to. But I knew that she didn't want to. 

And then I had her down and her legs were wide apart, waiting for the touch 
of my manhood between them. And our flesh met like two puzzle pieces that 
were created to lie side by side forever. Into her hole I went, and it was a 
beautiful hole indeed. I'd had some good ones but I knew right away that 
this was the best one yet; my organ slid into the velvety-smooth interior of 
her box and stayed there, clinging to its warm richness as though it wanted 
to dwell there forever. 

And then our two bodies were throbbing as one, in perfect harmony, like one 
single lust-filled organism. It was a lovely feeling, and it was getting 
lovelier every minute. Faster and faster we worked to reach simultaneous 
orgasm, but the more we worked at it the more the work felt like play. 

And it was play, a beautiful game of sport in which I was the hunter and she 
was the deer, and all the wide world were the spectators, looking on in 
wonder and delight as we had our way with each other's rippling flesh. 

More of it, more of it. We were having each other's bodies for everything 
that both of us were worth, but not even that would be enough. There would 
never be enough, not if we had all the time in the world. So we had to do as 
much as we could right here and now, to make it last, to make it live on 
forever in our memories. 

We would never forget it. 

Oh, it was great, it was great, it was great and grand and glorious. And the 
more we did it, the better it felt, and the pressure was mounting to an 
ever-increasing pound pound pound pound pound throbbing pound that sent us 
writhing and twisting in the delicious throes of pure unadulterated sex. 
More of it, more of it, MORE OF IT! 

And then there was a shout from somewhere, and our ten quivering, shivering, 
pulsating bodies slowly drew towards one another like ten beads of 
quicksilver. We metamorphosised into one huge globe of human flesh, until it 
was impossible for me to tell which girl was which, and I could no longer 
tell tit from clit or cunt from ass from mouth. But it didn't matter any 
more. It didn't matter. I fucked every hole in sight, and the holes thanked 
me for it, drinking up my love-juice greedily, sucking it up and begging for 
more, thirsting for more, knowing that there would never be enough to fill 
that bottomless pit of black slavering lust. 

"Last dance of the evening!" roared Turtle, and we all fell apart to grab 
the nearest body and make love to it. I couldn't see who I had, and I still 
don't know to this day, but she was female and I was male and that was all 
that mattered to either of us. Harder and harder we went at it, grinding out 
our inhibitions and our hang-ups, living in the free-falling world of sex, 
beautiful sex. More of it, more of it. 

And then there was one last shivering shudder of relief as we were finished, 
we were done, we were satiated. 

But only for the night, only for that one night. There would be many other 
nights, and many other things to do in them. 

 Chapter Seven 

The next morning we all woke up at once, as a symbol of the way we had lived 
in total harmony with each other the night before. We were almost all one 
person now, so much had we gotten to know each other. 

So much had we shared. 

We got up and got dressed, and the girls broke out some food and we cooked 
it and ate breakfast. There was some peremptory kissing and hugging and 
feeling on all sides, but none of us really got down on the floor and 
started fucking again. We wanted to be able to save all our strength for the 
coming night, for a night that would be even more enticing than the last one 
had been. 

As soon as we were all washed and cleaned and fully dressed we got up and 
went outside. The county fair was going to start today, but there would 
still be several hours before the crowds got here. 

As I passed the race course I suddenly remembered the motorcycle 
competition. And as I remembered it I remembered Daredevil Diana, who was 
supposed to be showing up here today. If she looked even half as fantastic 
as her picture that I'd seen I would be very, very glad to meet her. I could 
see myself now defeating her on the race course, forcing her to surrender to 
my superiority, and I could see her a few hours later, being forced once 
again to surrender, being forced once again to submit. I knew that the two 
of us were going to have two very interesting contests. One on motorcycles 
and one on the floor of the cabin. And in both contests, I knew which one of 
us would come out on top. 

But the motorcycle contest wouldn't be starting for a while yet, so I went 
to help Nigel's rock group, Saint Elmo's Fire, get ready for their big 
performance tonight. I helped them set up wiring and lighting and amplifiers 
and acoustics and the whole works. I knew that if their performance was half 
as good tonight as it had been in the cabin the night before, they would all 
become superstars in no time at all. God knows they had what it took. 
Especially the girls. Especially Polly. 

Finally we got all that over with, and I decided that the time was ripe to 
get practicing on my Honda. I opened the back of the Volkswagen bus and 
managed to pull out the big motorcycle. It felt great to sit astride it 
again and send it roaring into action across the parking lot and back 
towards the fair grounds. 

I was ready for the competition. 

As I rode off I passed a trailer truck with a huge Dayglo sign that read 
"DAREDEVIL DIANA!". It looked as though she had shown up at last. I pulled 
my chopper up outside the van to see if I could get a look at her but 
apparently she'd come and gone. By now she must be on the fair grounds. 

I rode my wheels towards the racing track, and I could see that several 
other riders had shown up already. Obviously they all felt, like I did, that 
it wouldn't hurt to get in a little more practice. Unfortunately all the 
riders were male. Daredevil Diana wasn't in sight. There were a few other 
people milling about, mostly pit men and grease monkeys, also all male. 
There were one or two girls in sight, probably girlfriends of the riders. 
The girls looked above average, though not too much, and any other time I 
would have been glad to stop and watch them for a while. But not right now. 
Right now the only woman I was interested in was Daredevil Diana. But where 
the hell was she? 

Well, she wasn't here, although I did here one or two of the other 
contestants talking about her. Mostly they were saying that it was a damned 
waste of time to enter this contest every year, because every year Diana 
walked away with the prize. It seemed that the only reason to enter at all 
was because there were always one or two groupie chicks hanging around 
wanting to get to know the big strong motorcyclists a little better. 

The hell with groupies, I decided. I've entered this contest and I'm gonna 
win first prize. I'm also gonna walk away with the grand prize: one of the 
contestants. I guess I don't have to tell you which one. And after I'd had 
my fling with Daredevil Diana, then afterwards, if there were still any 
groupies left hanging around, and if they were halfway decent-looking, I'd 
consider doing them a favor or two. 

I kicked my motorcycle out onto the course and started riding, wanting to 
get the feel of the track as soon as possible. It was a fairly easy layout: 
straightaways and banked curves and one or two flat turns. Kid stuff. 

But there were also going to be some obstacles, and I didn't know how easily 
I'd be able to take these. Some of them were pretty dangerous indeed, and I 
remembered that when I'd signed up for this contest they'd made me sign a 
release that relieved the carnival owners from any responsibility in case I 
got killed or crippled. 

I wasn't letting that stand in my way. 

Well, I wasn't planning on getting hurt, I knew that. I wanted to roll 
through this whing-ding without a scratch, so that I'd really be able to do 
my stuff with Miss Diana, whether she wanted me to or not. And if she didn't 
want me to, then I sure as hell would make her want to. 

I rode around, getting the feel of the banks and curves under the wheels of 
my Honda. I knew just when to turn, just when to pour on the speed and just 
when to take it off and how much. It was the obstacles that worried me. 

The carnival ground crew hadn't put the obstacles up yet, but I could see 
them over to one side. There were a couple of wooden jump ramps, and a brick 
wall that I would have to go right up the side of if I wanted to live to 
tell about it. Also, there was one huge loop of race track that hadn't been 
put in yet. When we rode up that, we'd go right up in the air in a circle 
wrong way up. Hopefully we'd land right way down. This might prove to be a 
bigger challenge than I'd thought. 

There was a shout behind me, and I could hear the roar of a cycle engine 
that somehow stood apart from the other engines. I could tell without 
turning to look who the owner of that motorcycle was. But I did look, 
because I wanted to see if she was as sexy as her photograph. 

I was really counting on it. 

There was a general movement of heads all around me as every man in the 
crowd turned to look at the rider who had just pulled up behind us. Needless 
to say, I turned to look too. 

It was Daredevil Diana all right, but she was even better looking in real 
life than in the photograph. She was wearing a one-piece orange motorcycle 
outfit that caressed her curves like a second layer of skin. There was a 
long, thin gleam of silver that marked where the outfit unzipped. The trail 
of the zipper started directly underneath her hard, firm chin downwards 
through the big valley between her breasts across her smooth, flat stomach 
right down to the base of her crotch. The zipper was zipped right now, of 
course, but I wouldn't have minded seeing it unzipped. In fact, I wouldn't 
have minded being the one who got to unzip it. 

The young woman who called herself Daredevil Diana had flaming hair that was 
at least three feet long, hanging all the way down her back and brushing 
against her gorgeous round ass, flapping back and forth in the wind as 
though wanting to spank her. On her enticing face she wore a huge pair of 
orange-tinted shades with round lenses, and from her hips to her feet she 
wore a pair of shiny leather hip boots that did their best to show off just 
how lovely her legs were. And in between her gorgeous, curvaceuos body was 
straining to burst out of the tight layer of fabric that bound it. 

Every eye in the place was on this woman as she slowly dismounted from the 
motorcycle she was straddling and began to stride slowly and deliberately 
across the sports arena. With a sudden shock I realized that she was coming 
right at me! Naturally I felt pleased and complimented by this, but I 
couldn't help wondering why she had selected me rather than any of the dozen 
or so other guys. 

She came right up to within two feet of me and started staring at me coolly 
through those huge shades she had on. Her eyes were blue and her glasses 
were orange and the two colors combined so that her eyes seemed to glow like 
two black coals from deep within her beautiful face. Without taking those 
eyes off me she took out a flat platinum cigarette case and took out a 
cigarette. She tamped it on the lid of the case and tucked the case back 
into wherever it came from. I fumbled for my lighter and held it out to her. 

"Don't bother," she said, sounding faintly amused. Those two eyes were still 
riveted on mine as she took out a cigarette lighter that was even more 
expensive than the cigarette case had been. With one disdainful flick of her 
leather-gloved hand the lighter roared into life and she lit her cigarette, 
took a deep luxurious drag on it and blew the smoke into my face. I 
struggled slightly to keep from coughing and barely made it. 

Finally she seemed to relax slightly, but only by about a tenth of a degree 
Fahrenheit. "You must be Roger Masterson," she announced. It was not a 
question, it was a statement. She wasn't asking me who I was, she was 
telling me. 

'That's me," I admitted. "Who told you?" 

She was more amused than before. "Really," she said with a trace of a laugh. 
"Nobody needs to tell me anything. I read your name off the entry sheet. All 
these other men were in the contest last year, so I quite naturally assumed 
that the extra name belonged to the extra man." 

I had nothing to say to that, so she blew more smoke in my face. 

"Every year," she went on slowly, "there's at least one new man entered in 
this contest, and every year there's at least one man who swears he's going 
to win this contest, and every year I win anyway." She blew the smoke again. 
"So if you have any pipe dreams of winning, you'd better just hop back on 
that little two horsepower scooter of yours and go back to where you came 
from." 

I just kept on staring at her. 

I began to see why she was acting like this. It seemed that Miss Daredevil 
Diana was of the lesbian persuasion, and naturally she thought that anything 
a man could do she could do better. Well, if she was a lesbian than that 
would just make my conquest of her flesh all the more delicious when the 
time came. Any guy can screw a chick and make her beg for more, but it takes 
a real man to fuck a lesbian and make her like it. Well, I knew that I was 
man enough for that job. 

Finally I spoke. "Frankly, Miss Diana, you just may be in for a little 
surprise before this contest is over. You're not the only MAN here who can 
ride, you know." I stressed the word "Man" ever so faintly. She seemed to 
catch the reference, because she laughed slightly. 

"Well, I must admit," she said at last, "that you seem to have more guts 
than any of these other pricks. But that's not saying very much, is it?" And 
then she turned away and walked back to her chopper, that delicious butt of 
hers swinging from side to side as she walked, taunting me, tantalizing me, 
tempting me, daring me to grab it and make love to it. 

Now that I had a minute to think, I began to size up the rest of my 
competition. Not counting myself and Diana, there were six men in this race. 
Most of them were pushovers, fat old Saturday-afternoon cyclists with beer 
bellies, guys who spent one day a week cycling and the other six bragging 
about it. None of them would give me any competition at all. There were one 
or two guys who seemed to be expert riders, maybe even professional ones, 
but I noticed that all their choppers were either brand new or else five or 
six years old. I was the only one here whose cycle was just the right age; 
kept it in perfect condition, but I'd had it long enough that I'd broken it 
in, long enough that I knew exactly how to handle it. A new set of wheels 
doesn't ride that way. And when a cycle gets old enough, it doesn't ride at 
all. But my Honda was perfect. 

The only one I really had to worry about, then, was Diana. Apparently she'd 
made a lot of money racing, which showed how good she was. Her cycle was a 
custom-made jet job, and I had no idea what it would be able to do. But I 
could tell one thing: it looked pretty fuckin' deadly. 

I went back to the cabin where the others were, and sitting on the steps 
were Marilyn and Jenny. "Hi, lover boy," one of them called out. "Wanna fool 
around?" 

I was really ready for anything. 

"I'd love to," I replied, which was certainly true. "But I've gotta save my 
strength for the contest today. But afterwards we can have a nice big orgy 
like we did last night." All three of us smiled at the fond memory of what 
we'd done the night before. "And I've got an idea that when I show up for 
the orgy I may have brought a fresh twat for the fold." 

"You mean Daredevil Diana," Jenny commented. Damnation! It sounded like this 
woman's reputation was spreading like wildfire. Now I had to see to it that 
not only did I beat her in the contest, but I beat her decisively. 

I went into the cabin and got something to eat. Alfie and Bert were sitting 
at a table playing poker stark naked. Over in the corner Nigel, Joy and 
Turtle were sampling some marijuana which Turtle claimed he'd grown in a 
window box. Alice and Polly were gyrating to a rock and roll record, and I 
stopped to watch as their limbs, tits and asses heaved up and down to the 
pulsating beat of the music. 

After I'd eaten I headed back towards the racing arena. Turtle came with me, 
still slightly under the influence of his Mexican Marlboros. He helped me 
get out my chopper and idle it up to the line with all the other 
contestants. 

All the other contestants, that is, with one very notable exception. It 
looked as though Miss Daredevil was planning to show up at the last possible 
moment so as to make the grandest possible entrance. The more I thought 
about that dyke bitch the more I hated her, and the more I hated her the 
more I wanted to fuck her and show her which one of us was lord and master. 
Well, I knew the time would come for that. But first, I had me a race to 
win. 

Coming up behind me I heard the muffled roar of a souped-up cycle, and I 
didn't even have to guess who was driving it. In the driving mirror on my 
handlebars I could see her chopper come bearing down on me, and I knew that 
she was waiting for me to pull to the side, to admit that I had less guts 
than she did. Well, I could play that game as well as she could, if not 
better. I held my ground, and about three inches away from my leg she 
swerved slightly, just enough to brush right by me without touching me, 
missing me by less than half an inch. I had to admire the expert way she was 
handling her wheels, but the fact remained that she had been the one to step 
aside, not me, and we both knew it. Score one point for me. 

I was sure I would win it all. 

By now all of us were in line and gunning our engines. I noticed that 
Diana's cycle was still very close to my own. Dangerously close, in fact. 
Was she planning to force me off the track? I couldn't tell what this chick 
had up those tight sleeves of hers, but I knew that it was sure to be 
something deadly. 

One of the judges for the race came out now, and started, explaining the 
rules. Each rider was to complete as many laps of the track as possible, and 
go through every obstacle perfectly. The one who had gone the biggest 
distance by the time the race was over had won. As the judge said this I 
noticed that every man, woman and child in the crowd was looking at Diana. 
Obviously they expected her to win. One or two of the other contestants were 
looking at her the same way. Well, if they didn't expect to win then they 
sure as hell wouldn't win. I expected to win, and even if I lost I'd be 
giving Diana the fight of her life. 

The referee stepped to one side now and the race was about to begin. 

Turtle was still standing next to me. "You'd better get off the track," I 
told him. "Unless maybe you enjoy getting run over." 

"Later, man," he said, still in a foggy haze from all the weed he'd been 
smoking. "I'm too busy looking at this boss chick who's sitting next to you. 
Jeez, what I'd give to fuck her." 

"I'd like to screw her too," I hissed through my teeth. "But neither one of 
us may get a chance to. She happens to be a dyke." 

"I could tell that right off the bat," Turtle mumbled. "I ain't no babe in 
the woods, y' know." 

"You'll be a dead duck if you don't get off the track," I told him. Several 
people were looking at us, wondering why Turtle was still standing there. 
Diana wasn't looking at us, but I could tell that she'd been listening to 
every word, and she looked as though it was all she could do to keep from 
laughing. 

Slowly Turtle stumbled away from me and came towards Diana. "Hey, baby," he 
said to her, "is it true that you're a lezzie? I got a thing about fuckin' 
lezzies. They taste better than regglar chicks." 

"Get off the track, you bastard," she barked at him. Turtle looked surprised 
for a moment, but then he stumbled away. Diana turned to look at me in 
triumph. "I notice I could get rid of him and you couldn't," she announced. 
I hated this bitch more than ever now. Before this day was over I'd have her 
butt on the concrete and she'd be begging for my meat. 

Now that Turtle had finally gotten off the track, it was time for the race 
to begin. The referee stepped forward again. 

"On your marks..." 

Slowly the engines began to come to life. 

"Get set..." 

The hum of the motors grew to a feverish whine. 

"GO!" And then I was off and running, and I could feel the hot throb of the 
metal juggernaut between my legs as I raced down the track. With one eye I 
saw that Diana was driving her chopper at an angle, so that it was gradually 
coming closer and closer to mine. Was she trying to force me off the track? 

I didn't have time to answer that, because looming up in front of us was 
that brick wall I'd noticed before. I drove up to within three feet of it, 
and then suddenly snapped my handlebars straight up in the air. I was 
pleased to see that I had been the first one to reach the wall. 

A second rider eased ahead of Diana by scant inches, but he'd been so busy 
trying to pass her that he didn't have space to clear the wall. He smacked 
right into it, and his cycle shot up into flames. Instantly a road crew came 
out to help him and get the wreckage of his chopper off the track. The man 
would be okay, but it would be months before he'd get on a motorcycle again. 

My wheels were up in the air and I was soaring almost straight upwards. So 
was Diana, but I was a foot ahead of her, and I figured I'd hit the ground a 
few seconds sooner. But suddenly I felt a thump as my rear wheel scraped 
against the top of the wall. I fought desperately to hit the ground upright, 
but by the time I did so Diana had cleared the wall perfectly and was way 
ahead of me. 

I poured on the speed, eager to make up for lost time. By now another 
cyclist had been unable to clear the wall, and one more had accidentally 
driven off the road completely. Now there were only five of us; Diana and I 
and three other guys. 

Up ahead was a jump ramp. Normally jumps are kid stuff, but this one was 
deadly, because it was only a few feet beyond the brick wall and I still 
hadn't had time to recover completely. I roared up it easily enough, and 
brought my weight down hard on the rear wheel. I landed heavily, but 
perfectly. So had Diana. I was coming closer to her but she was still ahead 
of me. Then, I was in the air in a perfect circle and back down again. To 
ride that I'd have to go upside down in the air. The trick was harder than 
it looked, but I knew I could handle it. Except that Diana was right in 
front of me, and I didn't know if the Loop could hold two cycles at once. I 
knew that if I pulled back slightly I'd have a much better chance of 
surviving, but I'd have almost no chance of winning. And I'd come here to 
win. 

The trick to taking the Loop was to go through it as fast as possible. You 
couldn't take it slowly, you had to go fast. I put on the speed until I was 
right behind Diana's rear wheel, and that big beautiful leather-clad ass of 
hers was staring me right in the face. 

Our two motorcycles were moving now like one solid unit, but Diana was the 
one in front. Somehow I had to pull ahead of her, but the Loop was so narrow 
that I wouldn't be able to pass her as long as I was on it, unless I wanted 
to fall off. 

Fall off! That was it! That was how I could do it! And now we were both 
zooming skywards, slowly turning until we were going straight up, and then 
we were riding upside down. Diana zoomed ahead until she was coming to the 
very peak of the Loop, and I could hear the crowd gasping. They'd never seen 
two riders this close together on the Loop before, and they knew that it was 
sheer suicide. 

Now Diana had passed the top of the Loop, and was hurtling downwards again. 
This was my chance. 

Suddenly I lashed out with both feet, bringing them up hard against the 
track. I felt myself shooting into the air, off the track completely. I had 
fallen from the highest point of the Loop and was heading for the ground. If 
I wanted to live to tell about this I'd have to land right side up. I 
whipped my body through the air, struggling to turn. 

If I didn't turn, I would never live to have a chance to fuck that beautiful 
Diana. 

 Chapter Eight 

At the very last moment I did turn, and it was the most beautiful orgasm in 
the world to feel the firm track under my wheels again. A roar of delight 
swelled up from the stands as they saw what I had done. 

And I was even more delighted when I saw that now I was AHEAD of Diana, 
ahead of her by a good three feet. And in the mirror on my handlebars I 
could see her gritting her teeth in determination. Well, I'd show this dyke 
bitch that men could beat women any day. 

By now one more rider had left the race, and there were only two besides 
Diana and myself. And one of them was coming dangerously close. I suddenly 
realized that it would be a hell of a trip if, after all this, Diana and I 
both lost to some other guy. Well, I wasn't about to let that happen. 

We hit a couple more jump ramps, and ahead of us was the starting line, 
which meant that we were about to complete our first lap of the track. But 
before we could cross that line we'd have to hit a squeeze track, a section 
of track that was so narrow only one cycle could cross it at a time. I 
decided that I would be the one to cross it first. 

But Diana had made the same decision, and as we roared up a banked curve I 
saw that she was coming up beside me. And then we were neck and neck, both 
bearing down on that track like twin bullets. But I was a little bit closer. 

And then my motor started making noises, and I knew that something had gone 
wrong with it, it was about to conk out. But even if I lost this race I was 
determined to cross the white line ahead of Diana. 

One more rider, the one farthest behind, had fallen over and quit the race, 
and now it was between me, Diana and the third man. The rattling in my 
engine was getting louder and louder, and I knew that I'd really have to 
fight to get over that line. 

And then I was horrified to see that slowly, inexorably, Diana was pulling 
up in front of me! She stuck her tongue out at me as she went by, and now 
there was no chance of me getting onto the squeeze track ahead of her. I 
knew that I had lost the race. 

Suddenly the roaring of my malfunctioning engine rose to a crescendo, and 
then there was an explosion, and I expected to find myself flying into the 
air and being spread all over the planet. But then I saw that it was not my 
motor that had exploded, but Diana's! She tumbled off the side of the track, 
unhurt but cursing a mile a minute, and I rode past her to be the first to 
complete a lap. She was out of the race. 

With only myself and one other guy in the race now, End result was a 
foregone conclusion. He didn't bother to even try to catch up with me as I 
rode on and on to complete lap after lap. I could take my time now, because 
I knew that I had won. 

I had won the prize. But I wouldn't be happy until I had won the woman. 

When time was called I stopped my cycle and went up to the reviewing stand, 
where I received the prize money and a shitty trophy, which I figured I 
could hock somewhere for six or seven bucks. The crowd poured in to 
congratulate me, but I shook them off and started walking back towards the 
cabin. But I heard a voice behind me. 

"Mister Masterson." 

I turned to see Daredevil Diana. I expected her to come up to me but she 
stood her ground. 

"You were good," she said. "Better than I thought you'd be. You're the best 
man I've ever seen on a track." 

"Thanks, baby," I told her. "But I'm even better on a mattress. Care to try 
me out some time?" 

"Sorry," she said. "I prefer the company of my own sex." And then she turned 
and walked away. I turned to go back to the cabin, and there was Turtle. 

He grinned. "Ain't fucked her yet, huh?" 

"No, I haven't. But give me time." The two of us walked in silence for a 
while, and then I spoke again."'That fuckin' chick is really one good rider. 
Better than I am. I hate to admit it, but she deserved to win. It was a 
miracle that she didn't." 

Turtle laughed. "It wasn't a miracle. It was good old Turtle." 

That surprised me. "What do you mean?" 

"Well," he said, "yuh remember when I was on the track talkin' to you, an' 
everybody was screamin' fer me to get off? And then I walked away an' 
started talkin' to Diana? Yuh remember that?" 

"Go on," I prompted him. 

"Well," he went on, "I just happened to notice a little wire stickin' out of 
her engine. An' while she was cursin' me out I kind a bent down to scratch 
my ankle, an' when I bent down I kinda accidentally got my finger stuck in 
the wire, an' when I stood up I kinda accidentally snapped the wire. 
Accidentally, yuh understand." 

So he was the cause of my success. 

Good old Turtle. 

By now the two of us were at the cabin door, and we went inside. Alice and 
Marilyn were there, but Nigel and his rock group weren't. I remembered that 
they had a concert to give. 

Seeing we had come in, the two chicks came towards us. 'The others won't be 
back until tonight," Alice said. "So we've got this place all to ourselves 
for three hours. Now what can we do for three hours?" 

"Play cards?" 

"Watch TV?" 

"Jerk off?" 

"I've got a better idea. Why don't we FUCK?" 

"Now why didn't I think of that?" 

I grabbed Alice, and Turtle was tackling Marilyn. In a moment the four of us 
were down on the floor in a heap. I pinned Alice's firm white shoulders back 
as though we were wrestlers, and I straddled her and sat on top of her as I 
hurried to undo my fly. Out popped my cocker, ready for action. It felt good 
to have Alice's warm body beneath me and between my legs. 

She was wearing sheer panty hose and I dug my fingers into it and tore it 
right off her body. All that motorcycle riding had gotten me hot and ready 
for action, and I wanted to take it out on this woman who lay before me, 
ready to submit to my will. I tore the flimsy nylon from her flesh, and then 
I snatched two handfuls of her brightly colored skirt and tugged it off her 
hips, down her body and off her completely. Once again she had no panties 
on, and I saw her ass and cunt and clit standing naked and unashamed before 
me, ready and eager to do my bidding. 

I grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs apart. By this time my 
donger was standing straight out from my body, hot and ready for action. The 
longer it had to wait the bigger it got, and the bigger it got the harder it 
got. Now it felt as though it were trying to leap out of my body and into 
hers. 

I spread her legs wider, spread them until I could see the wrinkles of the 
flesh where her legs joined onto her torso. And then I was on top of her, 
and my granite shaft slid into her, burrowing downward like some sex-starved 
animal, going farther down with every passing moment against my flesh. I 
felt the hard round cones of her tits digging into my huge chest, and I felt 
a tingling sensation as my own small nipples began to stand upright in 
delight. It is not commonly known that the nipples of the male are as 
erogenously inclined as those of the female, but Alice had known it, for now 
she bent her head to kiss one of them lovingly, and I answered in kind, 
placing my mouth firmly against the peak of one of her twin Everests and 
stimulating it into erection. 

And while all this was going on I felt the slowly spreading feeling of 
warmth as my organ swelled and grew within her flesh, getting bigger and 
harder and hotter all the time. And the bigger I got within her the tighter 
her flesh hugged my own, and it felt better and better all the time, all the 
time, all the time. 

I was riding her now as though she were a motorcycle and I had another race 
to win, and my stick shift went into high gear as our twin engines hummed 
and throbbed with ever-gathering speed. 

And now I was pumping, pumping up and down in the saddle, and every thrust 
of my lance was the cause of a fresh torrent of erotic delight that poured 
over me and overwhelmed me, drowning me in it. I was creaming, and Alice was 
creaming, and the world seemed brighter and more beautiful than it had in 
months, maybe even years. Everything was great, wonderful, marvelous. 

I felt myself giving one last lurching shudder as I sent my life-liquid 
streaming into Alice's waiting crevice, and that was beautiful too. 

Alice had been great, and now I was ready for Marilyn, and Turtle was ready 
for Alice, and we all knew that Round Two would be even better than what had 
gone before. 

From somewhere Turtle produced a reefer, and he lit it up and took a deep, 
deep drag on it, passing it to me. "Here, man," he breathed ecstatically. 
'Try it this way." 

I'd never done it with a girl stoned before, because it seemed to me that 
the effects of the pot would take away from the feeling of having the girl, 
and vice versa. I figured they'd cancel each other out. 

But then, suddenly, I knew that Turtle was right, and I took the herb-filled 
cylinder of twisted paper and thrust it between my lips. Slowly, almost 
timidly I took three hard, long drags on the reefer. That felt good. That 
felt damned good. But a woman would feel even better. 

I came towards Marilyn now, naked Marilyn who was lying in bed waiting for 
my embraces, my caresses. I came to touch her, and it was like plunging into 
an ocean of delight, an ocean of soft warm water that caressed me and kissed 
me and made love to me. And far off in the clear green water I could see 
Marilyn coming towards me, and I saw that she had become a mermaid, the most 
beautiful mermaid in the world. And then I saw that I had become a merman, 
and with one powerful stroke of my mighty tail I lunged towards her through 
the water so that we might meet and sink slowly into the depths of a sea of 
delight. 

And as we touched I found that I was now a knight, a knight in gleaming 
golden armour, riding forth to claim the Lady Marilyn. And I found that the 
white horse I was riding was also Marilyn, and it felt good to have her 
flesh beneath me as my strong armoured legs straddled her flanks. And then 
my white lance thrust again and again to send a torrent of pleasure tumbling 
forth on top of me. 

And then I was a skier, zooming down a mountain of snow-white flesh at the 
speed of lightning, hurtling downwards towards Marilyn below. And I fell 
into a bank of soft white snow, and it tumbled bouncing jouncing pouncing 
over me and under me and onto me, and Marilyn was there beside me, and we 
rocked and whirled and danced in an ecstasy of love. Oh, it was beautiful, 
and I wished that it would never stop. 

And then I was at the controls of a mighty spaceship, sending its long 
phallic nose thrusting into the heavens, zooming along at eighty parsecs a 
minute, and I felt the surge of power thundering through my entire body and 
growing stronger, ever stronger. 

And then a door opened in the galaxy of stars before me, and I saw Polly 
come in, and Joy, and Jenny, and I was glad to see them in their identical 
miniskirts and boots and ruffled blouses. And then Nigel and Alfie and Bert 
were there too, and I was glad to see them. And then Marilyn and Alice and 
even Turtle were standing right before me, drifting naked in space, 
beckoning me to come with them and dance through the heavens. 

I wanted to join them. 

And then my spaceship exploded in a frenzy of passion, and I was drifting in 
space. But I knew that the inky star-speckled blackness was good, and warm, 
and loving, and I tore off my space suit to float naked and passionate, 
between the stars with my other friends, all naked and all eager to begin 
the dance of life. And then we were all floating about weightless in space, 
and it was marvelous, and I was surrounded by Polly and Jenny and Alice and 
Joy and Marilyn all at the same time, and it was fantastic, and we soared 
through the limitless reaches of outer space at the speed of light. 

And then a planet was before us, a beautiful green planet like a jewel in 
the heavens, and we were falling towards it, and it was a delicious feeling. 

And then we were all in bed together, Polly and Jenny and Alice and Joy and 
Marilyn, with me right in the middle, and I was fucking all of them at once, 
and they were begging me for more, pleading with me not to leave them until 
at long last they were satisfied. Oh, it was great, it was great, it was 
great. 

And then I could see clearly, and all the girls and I and all the men were 
lying in one huge heap of beautiful flesh, and next to me was Turtle, 
passing me the reefer once again. 

"Well," he said, "how does it feel to do it when you're stoned?" 

I didn't answer, but he understood by the smile on my face, and he knew that 
no answer was needed. 

Finally we put our clothes on and started to cook some supper and drink some 
beer. It turned out that, even though the county fair would be here for 
several days, Nigel's rock group had only been doing a one-night stand. 
Tomorrow they' would be on the road again, searching for a new place to go, 
a new town to see, a new life to live. They asked us if we wanted to come 
with them. 

It would be good to be on the road again, to have the road under my wheels. 
I felt uncomfortable staying in one place for too long. It had been very 
interesting working at the girls' school only a few days ago, but I had been 
there for almost a week, and even when I'd been in bed with Felicia and 
Cynthia and Melanie and beautiful beautiful Stella I had had an 
irrepressible urge to move on, to find a new place to go, a new fortune to 
seek. 

I decided that I wanted to go with these others on their quest for new 
excitement and adventure. I wouldn't be happy until I had left this town 
far, far behind me. 

But before I left it there was still one thing I had to do. I had to find 
Diana, and I had to make her love me. The road could wait, right now I had 
to have Diana. 

Polly was looking at me, waiting for me to answer. "Please, Roger," she was 
telling me. "Do say that you'll come with us. It wouldn't be the same 
without you." 

The others were looking at me too, all waiting for the answer that they 
hoped would be "Yes." 

"Later," I heard myself saying. "I've got something to do. I'll tell you 
later." 

I got up and started walking towards the door, but before I got to it I was 
running, and then flying, and I was out of it and racing back towards the 
sports arena. 

A man was standing there, a short fat bald fellow with glasses and a 
clipboard. I ran up to him and grabbed him by the lapels. "Where is she?" I 
gasped. 

He didn't seem to hear, so I shouted louder. "Where is she? Where's Diana? 
Where's Daredevil Diana?" I shook him harder and harder, waiting for him to 
reply. 

At last he gasped out an answer: "Miss Diana left an hour ago. No forwarding 
address." 

My guts exploded. I let go of the man, and he fell down in the mud, but I 
didn't care. It was starting to drizzle, and little puddles were forming all 
around me as I ran for the cabin, ran back to the cabin where I'd parked my 
motorcycle. 

The cabin door burst open and I saw the girls standing there, and they were 
shouting something to me, but I couldn't hear it. The only thing I wanted to 
hear now was Diana's voice telling me how much she longed for my body. I ran 
past them and vaulted onto my chopper, kicking it into life as I did so. A 
burst of lightning ripped the sky apart, and I was sopping wet, but I didn't 
notice. My wheels were pointed round and heading for the highway, heading 
for the road down which Diana had gone. 

 Chapter Nine 

I roared down the midway of the fair grounds, zooming through puddles of 
rainwater and splitting them wide apart as I hit them. Beyond me was the 
entrance to the carnival, and beyond that the highway. My engine throbbed 
and pulsated as I shot towards the gate, praying that I would not be too 
late, that I would find her in time to make her love me. 

I smashed through the gate, and now I was onto the highway, the boundless 
limitless ribbon of asphalt that touched the horizon in two directions. But 
which way should I go? In the distance, to the left, I thought I saw a cloud 
that looked like Diana beckoning to me to come forth, and I turned my 
handlebars and roared off to meet her. 

There was not a car in sight, which was good. I poured on the speed, sending 
my Honda rushing forward faster and faster, searching for a van with a 
Dayglo sign that said "DAREDEVIL DIANA." And in that van would be the woman 
I had to possess. 

It was raining harder now, and beneath the low rumble of the thunder I heard 
another rumble, lower but more ominous. It was the protesting motor beneath 
me, and I remembered that when I defeated Diana on the race course my engine 
had been making distressing noises. Those noises were getting louder now, 
and I did not know if I would be able to make the engine last, if it would 
live long enough to carry me to the woman I loved. 

I roared past a billboard, and from behind it came another motorcycle. For 
one brief fleeting second of delight I thought that I had found Diana at 
last, and that we were both racing down the race track again towards the 
erotic delights that lay beyond. But then I saw that the motorcycle was 
being driven by a policeman, and he was shouting something to me about a 
speed limit. I lashed out with one foot and the cop was sprawling in the mud 
on the highway. And then I realized that I was on the road too, and the cop 
was on top of me, and I was pushing him off and I saw my motorcycle and I 
leaped back onto it and then I realized that I was driving the cop's 
motorcycle but I didn't care because I was on my way to see DianaDianaDiana. 

And then far off ahead of me I could see a speck on the road, and I couldn't 
tell if it was the van or a motorcycle or a car or a hitchhiker or what. But 
I knew that it was something moving, and I rushed to intercept it, and all 
the time it was raining harder and harder. 

The speck was getting bigger, and I could see that it was a van, the van I 
was looking for. I could see the sign on the side that meant I had found the 
woman I seeked. And then as I roared closer to meet it I saw that the sign 
said "KELCEY'S BEANS", and it was the wrong truck and I cursed and I kept on 
driving and it kept on raining harder and harder and harder. 

And then all of a sudden there was a big bump in the road that jumped out 
and attacked me, and I was flying through the air cursing and screaming and 
crying all at once, and I hit the shoulder of the road and landed in the mud 
and I was rolling down into the grass and I could see the frogs leaping to 
get out of my way as I fell past them and landed in the water. 

I felt no pain. 

I stood up with effort and tried to drain the muddy water from my soaking 
wet clothes. But it was raining harder than ever and I knew that I wouldn't 
get any drier this way. I climbed up off the river bank and back onto the 
road, and every step of the way my boots made an unpleasant squishing sound 
as I walked. 

I climbed back onto the road. Lying there staring at me angrily was the 
cop's motorcycle that I'd stolen. Its guts had been twisted and torn out and 
it was bleeding its fuel supply all over the road. I knew that I had to get 
away from that motorcycle, or what was left of it, as fast as possible, 
before the cops showed up and got me busted. 

I had lost my motorcycle, and I had lost my friends, and I had lost Diana. I 
would never have the chance to make love to her, to make her submit to my 
advances. The only things I had left were the dirty wet clothes on my back 
and the prize money in my wallet, which was probably soaking wet and rotting 
to bits this very minute. 

I stood on the yellow line in the center of the road and started walking 
down it. 1 didn't know if I was walking back towards the fair grounds and 
the cop who was waiting to arrest me or if I was walking away from them all. 
I didn't know and I didn't care. 

The rain had let up a little, but that didn't matter much at this point, 
because by now I was as wet as I ever could be. 

Up ahead of me, in the haze that always forms after a country rain, I could 
see a building with a big flashing sign out front. After a while I realized 
that it was a motel. By now I was tired and I needed a place to flop, and I 
would have gone in there whether it was a motel or a hotel or a bordello or 
a gay bar. I just needed some place to lie down and stop living. 

I'd won the race, but I'd lost Diana. So in the long run, she had won after 
all. She had won and I had lost. Now I felt as though I was disappearing, 
evaporating bit by bit. First my prick, and then the rest of me, dissolving 
in the rain. 

But still I kept walking towards that motel, walking like an automaton, like 
a robot who can do only what he has been programmed to do. I had no other 
purpose in life than to walk towards that motel, simply because there was 
nothing else I could possibly do, except fall down in the road and die. 

And then I was coming into the motel parking lot, and stumbling around 
between the cars and trucks and motorcycles, bouncing back and forth like a 
ball in a pinball machine, until finally with one last cry of anguish I fell 
down under the wheels of a truck with grey sidesand black tires and a Dayglo 
sign that said "DAREDEVIL DIANA". 

Diana! 

I stood up, and my head blew up as it smashed against the chassis of the 
truck. There was blood in my mouth but I stood up and was staggering across 
the parking lot towards the entrance to the motel, towards Diana, towards 
the woman I hungered for. 

The door to the motel was right before me, and I came through it and then I 
was in the lobby, and I saw people staring at me as I stood in the middle of 
the carpet and shouted "Where is she?...Where is she?" I sounded like some 
brutal jungle beast calling for his mate. 

People were coming towards me, but I didn't want them. All I wanted was 
Diana. "Where is she?" I ranted, in ever-mounting fury. 

"He's drunk," muttered somebody. "Call the police." And then people were 
picking me up and carrying me off someplace. 

"I'm not drunk!" I ranted. "I want Diana! 

Where is she? WHERE IS SHE?" And then a door was opening and I was flying 
through the air and sprawling in the mud again, sprawling in the mud in the 
middle of the motel parking lot. 

I got up and ran. I'd come this far, I wasn't going to be stopped at the 
threshold of my desires. 

To one side of the front of the building was a huge tree, and I managed to 
climb up it and get onto the second floor of the building. It was one of 
those examples of modern architecture where every floor has an edge of 
cement sticking outwards. I managed to stand on this ledge and leap up to 
the next one, catching it with both hands and pulling myself onto it with 
effort. I had no idea which floor Diana was on or which room she was in, but 
I knew that I'd keep looking until I found her. 

I climbed up onto the fourth story, and then the fifth. It was an 
eight-story building, and it was getting harder and harder to climb up to 
the next floor each time. When I leaped up to grab the sill of the fifth 
floor one hand missed it completely, and for an instant I hung there by the 
fingers of one hand, and then I fell down towards the ground and there was a 
pain in my spine as I fell onto the ledge I'd just left. Groaning painfully, 
I managed to stand up and jump again, and this time I caught the sill, but 
just barely. 

Everything was slippery from the rain. 

Next came the sixth floor, and I had to leap several times but I still 
couldn't jump high enough to catch it. On the third leap I fell heavily back 
down onto the sill below, and I screamed in anguish as I felt my heels go 
over the edge and I was falling through space. 

But I managed to regain my balance at the very last moment, and I sank to my 
knees and leaned against the side of the building five stories up, moaning 
and sobbing in pain. 

Slowly I got to my feet and leaped one more time at that sixth floor sill, 
and this time I made it. I clambered onto it and jumped for the seventh, and 
when at last I had it I sank gratefully onto it and lay spreadeagled, 
gasping for breath. 

Now that I'd rested a little I realized what was going on. I was on the 
seventh floor of an eight-floor building, and I had no idea at all what room 
Diana had. The odds were that I'd passed her already. I would have to go 
back down and check every floor, a room at a time, probably getting arrested 
for being a Peeping Tom. Already I'd kicked a policeman and stolen his 
motorcycle, and the manager of the motel had probably called the cops to 
tell them about the drunk who'd fallen into his lobby. If somebody in one of 
these rooms saw me and had me reported as a Peeping Tom then I'd really get 
my ass handed to me. But if I could just get one last look at Diana I knew 
that I could take on all the policemen in the world. 

I knew that I ought to go back downwards and check every room, but as long 
as I'd climbed up to the seventh floor I might as well take that last jump 
to the eighth. So I tried, but it took several leaps before I finally felt 
the concrete between my hands, and with throbbing fingers I managed to pull 
myself up onto the last, final ledge. 

I stood up, breathing harder than I ever had in my life. If I fucked Diana 
right now I'd probably have a heart attack. But it would be worth it. I 
looked around. There were five bedrooms on this side of the eighth floor of 
the motel, and God knew how many on the other sides. I staggered towards the 
first room and looked in. A man and a woman were in there screwing, and 
doing a very bad job of it. I was tempted to bang on the window and wave to 
them, but they made such a disgusting sight that I couldn't stand looking at 
them, so I lurched towards the next room. 

Instead of a man and a woman trying and failing to fuck, I saw something in 
the second room even more disgusting: two queers doing the same thing. My, 
my, my. I groaned with pain as my aching body begged me to lie down and die 
on the spot, and I managed to pull myself towards the next window. 

I was anxious to see the next one. 

In the first room I'd seen a man doing it to a woman. In the second room I'd 
seen a man doing it to a man. I couldn't even imagine what I would see in 
the third room. 

What I saw turned out to be absolutely nothing. The curtains were drawn, 
which was dumb because when you've got a bedroom on the eighth floor who's 
going to come looking in the window? Me, of course. Through the crack where 
the curtains joined I could see darkness, and if I listened closely I could 
hear two voices giggling and making incoherent sounds. I couldn't tell 
whether the voices were two men or two women or one of each or maybe even 
Martians but I could tell that neither one was Diana and that was all that 
mattered. I staggered on towards the fourth room. 

The fourth room had a family in it, a father and a mother and a bunch of 
dumb-looking kids. None of them were looking at me except for one fat ugly 
little boy who looked like he was a pig wearing overalls. The kid saw me and 
started jumping up and down and screaming, but by the time his parents 
turned to see what he was yelling at I was gone. I hoped the kid would tell 
his parents about what he'd seen and they'd beat his ass off for being such 
a liar. 

Now I was coming to the fifth room. It was the last room on this side of the 
eighth floor, and if Diana wasn't in it I would either have to climb down to 
the seventh floor or else figuring out some way of climbing around the side 
of the building without falling off. 

The fifth room had the curtains open, but I couldn't see into the room very 
well because the lights were out and it was dark in there. I remembered that 
when I'd gone into the motel lobby I'd passed a VACANCY sign, and realized 
that this room, and probably some of the other rooms, were unoccupied. 

Now I was stymied. There was no way I could climb around to the back of the 
motel without going down to the ground and around the building and up all 
over again, and there wasn't any way I could climb down this side because by 
now I was so hot and tired that if I tried to climb down to the seventh 
floor I'd just miss it and keep on going. So I was stuck like a fuckin' cat 
in a tree. 

And what was worse, I'd lost Diana. 

Then I had an idea: maybe I could break into this unoccupied room somehow 
and sneak back downstairs to the lobby. From there I might be able to find 
out what room Diana was in, even though I knew the motel manager would 
probably shoot me on sight. 

The idea might work. 

I pushed against the window slightly to see if it would open. It did. I 
pushed more, but somehow the window was stuck, and I saw that the edge of it 
was caught on a chair back that was up against the window inside the room. I 
managed to squeeze my arm through the partially opened window and get the 
chair out of the way. It made a scraping noise as it slid across the floor, 
but I knew that there was no one to hear it. 

The chair was out of the way, and I managed to ease the window open and 
climb into the darkened room. I shut the window and leaned against it for a 
second to rest. 

In the distance, far, far off I could hear water running. 

I got away from the window and started walking across the room towards the 
door when I saw something that caught my eye. On a chair near the door was a 
leather glove, a woman's leather glove just like the ones Diana had been 
wearing. Diana had been in this room! She might be coming back any minute! 

I could hear the water running louder now, and I realized that Diana was in 
the bathroom adjoining the room. I came towards it, and from the other side 
of the bathroom door I could hear Diana's voice as she hummed to herself. I 
had found her at last! 

In my eagerness I stepped forward and banged my foot on the edge of the bed. 
I let out a howl of pain and a curse, and I heard a hissing sound as the 
water was turned off in the bathroom. 

"Who's there?" said a voice. Diana's voice. 

I didn't answer. Slowly the doorknob turned, and then slowly the door 
opened. Because Diana had been in the bathroom I figured she'd been taking a 
bath, and she would be naked, but then she was standing there and I saw that 
she was exactly the same as she'd been when I'd last seen her, except that 
she'd taken off her gloves and her orange sunglasses. But she still had on 
that tight one-piece suit with the zipper down the front, and the leather 
hip boots. 

Diana was standing there, and I was standing there, and she was so 
beautiful, and I was so dirty and ugly and I wanted to rape her. 

"It's you," she said. 

"Get out," she said. 

I stumbled towards her. "Diana," I mumbled through lips that were thick and 
swollen. "I want you. I followed you all the way here from the fair grounds. 
The police are after me. I lost my motorcycle. I lost everything I had. I 
almost killed myself trying to find you. I want you. I want your body. I 
want your flesh. I want your cunt. I want you." 

"Get out," she said again, and then when she saw I wasn't going to obey she 
went towards the telephone. "Operator, give me the police." 

"No!" I lunged forward and snatched the phone, tore it out of the wall with 
one savage swipe of my hand. Now Diana and I were alone in the room. 

"Lay me," I said to her. She thought I was mad! "You're crazy," she replied. 
"Now get out of my way." 

"Lay me or I'll have to rape you," I told her, coming closer. "You lesbians 
are all alike," I went on angrily. "You all think you're such hot shit. You 
all think that you can make love to a woman as well as a man. Well, you're 
wrong. And I'm going to teach you you're wrong. I'm going to rape you." 

She was backing away, and I knew that she was trying to reach the door. 
"Don't run away," I told her. "Come here. Come here and get raped." 

"NO!" she turned and bolted towards the door. But then I had her by the 
waist and I was dragging her, kicking and screaming and cursing back towards 
the bed. 

I pushed her down on top of it and held her down with one arm. With the 
other hand I tried to snatch that zipper that was going all the way down her 
body, but it was hard to grab it because she was struggling so much. 

'That's why I'm a dyke, you bastard," she spat at me. "Because all you men 
ever think about is sex. I don't want men. I want women. Women are nice, and 
gentle, and they care about each other. All men care about is sex." 

"What else is there?" I said. "And now I had that zipper, and I was sliding 
it down, sliding it down between those big glorious tits of hers and down to 
her twat below. I pushed her cycling suit from her body as though I were 
unpeeling an orange, tugged it off her to reveal her bra and panties 
underneath. I yanked the bra from her chest with one stroke, and she cried 
out as the straps dug into her skin and then broke. Then I tugged off her 
panties too, and now she was naked save for those two leather hip boots. But 
they weren't hiding what I was after, so I let her keep them. 

My pants were open now, and she was cursing me as I pulled out my cock, 
telling me that she wasn't interested in my meat or any other man's. But 
then she saw how big and huge and hard and swollen my meat was, and she 
hesitated for a moment, just long enough for me to grab her thighs and yank 
them apart like a wishbone. 

She screamed, but I rammed my mouth down on top of hers to shut her up, and 
as I did so I thrust my quivering organ into her reluctant captive flesh. I 
started pumping, and I felt her body recoiling from mine, trying to 
regurgitate the huge organ that was violating her flesh, but I was inside 
her by now and she couldn't stop me. 

I had my arms around her as I fucked her harder and harder, and my mouth was 
on hers, and our tongues touched, and I felt her tongue trying to get away 
from mine, but gradually I forced it to accept me, and then she found 
herself against her will tonguing me, and I was tonguing her in return. 

And as I was screwing her I felt her hard, obstinate flesh slowly soften, 
slowly give way, slowly submit. 

"Oh, God," she moaned, as I felt my organ grow big within her. "I never had 
a man who could do that to me. That's why I switched to women. But you're 
good. You're fuckin' good." 

"Do you want me?" I breathed, pressing downwards to kiss her nipples, to 
tease them into erectness. 

"No," she said. "I don't want you or any other man. Let me go and leave me 
alone." 

But she was more calm, now. 

But still I kept on pumping, forcing her to give in, forcing her to submit. 

"Oh, please," she begged of me. "Don't do this. It feels so strange. I don't 
want it." 

"It feels GOOD, baby, and you know it," I told her. "You know you want it 
but you won't admit it." 

"I don't want it," she said, as I tongued her nipples into bright red 
erections. "It feels strange." 

I pumped harder then, and harder, and soon I could feel myself getting more 
excited, and then I was creaming, creaming into her hole, and when she felt 
that red-hot torrent of passion the dam broke. 

"Oh, yes!" she hollered. "I was wrong! I want it! Give it to me, because I 
want it. I want it! I WANT IT!" 

I pumped harder. 

 Chapter Ten 

Afterwards, we lay there and rested. As I stretched out on the soft mattress 
I couldn't help looking at Diana's naked body, that beautiful body that I 
had first desired, and then hunted for, and then eventually conquered. 

Finally she spoke. "Where do you go from here?" she asked, and I could tell 
that there was still a hint of longing in her voice. 

I laughed. "Who can tell? My motorcycle's gone, and Nigel and Turtle and the 
chicks have probably hit the road again by now, so I've probably seen them 
for the last time. All I have left is these dirty clothes, a pocket full of 
prize money...and you." 

She kissed me. 

'There are plenty of other motorcycle contests," she murmured seductively. 
"You can buy another set of wheels and we'll both enter them. And I get a 
lot of bookings for stunt-driving exhibitions. Next month I'm going to be a 
warm-up act for the Evel Knievel show." 

"Baby," I told her, "you can warm me up anytime." 

I stood up impatiently. 'The hell with lying here! I don't feel right unless 
I've got a road under my wheels or a woman under my flesh. I've got to get a 
new motorcycle and go somewhere else...any where. The cops are after me. 
Twelve hours from now I wanna be over the state line." 

Diana stood up too, and embraced me with her beautiful long arms. "And I'll 
come with you, of course, Roger. Before you came along I wasn't interested 
in men. Now all I ever want is one man...you, Roger." 

I kissed her again, then watched as she put her clothes on. I loved the way 
that one-piece outfit of hers held onto her body for dear life. 

I could imagine the fun we would have if I got inside that outfit with her. 

Finally we both went out of the room and down to the motel lobby. I saw the 
desk clerk stare at me very oddly as we walked out the door and towards the 
parking lot. The poor schmuck couldn't figure out how I'd managed to sneak 
back into the building after he'd thrown me out. Well, he'd never learn how 
I did it unless I told him. And even if I told the guy he wouldn't believe 
it. 

We went over to Diana's van. She pulled a bunch of keys from somewhere or 
other and unlocked the back of the truck. Inside were two beautiful, 
customized motorcycles: the one Diana had used in the race and another one 
I'd never seen before. 

'Take your choice," she told me. "We've got a lot of movin' ahead of us, and 
we'll go faster if we both have cycles." 

"You keep the one I saw you on before," I said with a smile. "It wouldn't be 
right for anyone else to ride it." I pulled the waterlogged bundle of bills 
out of my pocket and handed some to her. "Here," I said. 'This is to pay for 
my new motorcycle. And also to pay for the engine damage to your other one." 
"My OTHER one?" Her mouth dropped open, and then she started to laugh. "You 
know, in the middle of that race we had, when my engine blew up, I THOUGHT 
someone had been messing with it. Was that you?" 

"Of course not," I replied, which was true. "But I know who did do it." 

Good old Turtle. I wondered if I'd ever see him again. I sure wanted to. I 
also wanted to see Nigel and Bert and Alfie one last time. But the people I 
really wanted to meet again were Alice and Marilyn and Joy and Polly and 
Jenny and Felicia and Cynthia. 

And, of course, big beautiful Stella Hunnicutt. Where was she now? After 
that night with Scar and Cyclops I wondered if she could ever love a man the 
same way she had before. I wanted to meet her again, and all the other 
beautiful chicks in my life too. 

But none of them, not a single one of them, was as important to me or as 
desirable as the voluptuous creature named Daredevil Diana, the woman I had 
sought and caught and fought and tamed. The woman who belonged to no man was 
now mine and mine alone. I owned her body and soul. 

The two of us maneuvered my new motorcycle out of the back of the van and 
onto the road. 

"The gas tank is almost full, darling," Diana told me. 'Try it and see how 
it is." 

I straddled the huge metal machine and started it up. There was a loud roar, 
one of the most beautiful sounds on earth, and I shut my eyes and sat back 
contentedly as I felt the huge hard handlebars in my hands and the heavy 
engine throbbing between my legs. 

'The sun is coming out now," Diana told me. "Let's get going. You hit the 
road, go wherever you want to. It's all up to you." 

"But what about you?" I asked. 

She smiled. "I'll be right behind you, Roger. From now on, no matter what 
happens, I'll always be right behind you..,or under you." 

I kissed her once more, and it was one of the longest, most pleasurable 
kisses I'd ever had. Then I straddled the huge cycle and roared off down the 
highway. 

A moment later Diana closed the back of her van, climbed into the driver's 
seat, and went after me. I could tell, without even bothering to look in the 
rear-view mirror, that she would be following me wherever I went, whatever I 
did. Whenever I wanted her, she would be right there to obey me. 

It was a great feeling just knowing that. 

A moment later I shifted into second, and as I did so I noticed that there 
was a horn attached to the handlebars. I honked it twice, and from behind me 
came an answering honk, like a mating call between two creatures who would 
love each other forever. 

With any luck at all, I told myself, we'll both be over the state line in a 
couple of hours. And then we'll keep on riding until we find a motel. 

I smiled at that, and then I shifted into third. We'll find a nice motel and 
we'll get a room for the night. A room with a bed. 

And then our adventures will REALLY start. 


End
