His Baby Blonde Victims
by Herb White


FOREWORD 

After months of careful planning, depraved Jack Cochran was ready. He had 
built a lush sex pad with secret doors and devices in a loft on the top 
floor of a semi-deserted area of Hudson Street. He placed a clever 
advertisement in the classified column of the Village News. 

All that remained was to go there and wait for his first, unsuspecting and 
luscious, young juicy victim cunt. 

What quirk of mind could have driven this handsome twenty-nine year old law 
clerk, who had never had problems getting all the pussy any man could ever 
want, to such lengths? 

What was it he wanted from the innocent baby blonde -haired, blue eyed 
beauty who was the first to walk into his diabolical trap? 

Would he ever allow shy little Janet Bender to escape his depraved 
sexuality. 

And what of the luscious raven -haired, Barbara Stone? Why did he have to 
spank her into submission? What horrible fate did he have in store for her 
and her delicious young cunt? 

In his mad desire to satisfy his wild sexual cravings, the fiend finally 
causes his own downfall, and suffers a fitting revenge at the hands of the 
very young cunts whom he debauched. 


CHAPTER ONE 

Jack Cochran stepped out of his office into the busy corridor. The door he 
just closed behind him listed his name along with the names of four others 
under the title "Law Clerk." He loved this time of day. It was fifteen 
minutes to five. The time when the corridors filled with a myriad of 
secretaries' soft, warm bodies. 

As they rushed through the narrow hall, he strode easily against the tide of 
these lovely women, brushing up against a jutted tit here, a rounded hip 
there, and every now and then managing to work his hand easily around a 
gorgeous slippery, nylon clad thigh. 

And once, at least once, during his lustful walk down the innocent looking 
corridor of the law offices, he plans to bump head on into one of those 
luscious creatures, feeling the full brunt of her big boobs. When the 
collision occurs, he always manages to thrust his groin forward as if in 
surprise ... just enough so the poor unsuspecting little girl can't help 
banging her twat into it. 

Today, as he pulled off these maneuvers, Jack fantasized the creamy smooth 
skin under the filmy blouses and the tit-tight sweaters. 

"Careful," he told himself as he worked his way down the hall, looking all 
the world like a super cool dude, "if I get myself too hot, the first twat 
that bangs against my meat will shoot my rocks off, and that would be one 
helluva mess." 

It wasn't just the girls in the corridors that made Jack superheated 
tonight. For he had made this lust corridor run every night for over two 
years. There was another reason why he was easy to trigger off his nuts, a 
lecherous plan he had put into motion some time ago was about to bear fruit 
tonight. 

Jack cooled it, picked out his victim for the body contact, and 'WHAM!', 
done. He looked so innocently down into her lavendar eyes, wide with 
surprise as her soft twat 'accidentely' banged into his steel hard rod 
beneath his pants. 

With innocence bordering on boyish embarrassment, he studied the 
lavender-eyed beauty and stammered an apology. The shapely secretary, 
recovered and moved on down the hall, wondering if what she had felt was his 
fucking hard cock or was it just her imagination? 

Jack chuckled to himself and then headed to the elevator to finish off his 
horny evening routine by positioning himself behind the biggest, roundest 
female ass he could find and wait for the crowd to force her to back into 
his upright piston. It was done. 

Once on the street, Jack shuddered with pleasure and then turned his 
attention to his master plan of lust. He headed for the newstand. 

At the newstand he glanced over the mags and papers displayed there. His 
hand glided hesitantly over the male orientated sex mags with full color 
boob shots and svelte naked bodies with soft, inviting furry mounds of cunt. 
But his hand stopped over the one paper he was looking for, the Village 
News. He dropped a quarter into the hand that shot out at him from the dark 
shadows inside the paper booth. 

Stepping out of the way of the street traffic, Jack stowed his briefcase 
under one arm and hastily turned to the classified ad section of the paper. 
Rapidly he scanned the columns of ads, past the girls advertising for 
businessmen, and the business men advertising for dinner and show 
companions, to the one he placed. There it was in black and white! 

"Handsome young male seeking gorgeous shy woman to share pleasant evening. 
Apply in person only." 

Well, he was quite right about the handsome. He was. And also he was five 
feet nine inches tall, one hundred and fifty pounds, boyish face surrounded 
by brown wavy hair, and big innocent looking brown eyes. And he was looking 
for a gorgeous woman. But there was a big question mark about the veracity 
of "sharing a pleasant evening." 

One would think that this man with the horny mind would just openly 
advertise for a sex kitten ready for an evening of exciting and erotic fun. 
Plenty of ads read that way, and there are plenty of chicks out there ready 
to have a go at it on those terms. 

But Jack Cochran was a tricky dude. And a jaded one. He had dated redheads 
who started to peel as soon as they walked into the door. Brunettes with 
split crotch panties who backed up against anything firm and spread wide at 
the drop of a zipper, eager to accept a blood gorged cock any time of day. 

No he was tired of that. It was all too easy. Jack had his own evil plans in 
mind. Plans he had been working on for a long time. Just to get it all set 
up right. And now he was ready. The pad was ready. The ad was in the paper. 
All that remained was for him to get himself to the carefully prepared loft 
in a semi-deserted area of Hudson Street and to wait for the arrival of the 
first victim. The mere thought of it brought a tingling at the base of his 
hard, huge cock. He hurried on his way. 

It was seven o'clock when the doorbell finally rang. Jack pressed the buzzer 
to the intercom and asked in a quiet suave voice who it was. There was a 
slight hesitation and then a soft voice answered hesitatingly. 

"My name is Janet Bender. I ... I've come in answer to the ad in the paper?" 
She made a question of the statement, as if stating that she was there, but 
also asking if he were the one who had advertised. Jack was already turned 
on by the shy tone in her voice. 

"My name is Jack Cochran," he replied in a genteel tone of voice. "I'll buzz 
you in. The elevator is to your left. Just push the top button and I will 
meet you as you get out of the elevator door." 

He pushed the button and listened for the clang of the elevator as it 
chugged into action. His cock was so thick with lust it hurt. 

Quickly he checked out the wine bottle snugly nestled in the bucket of ice, 
and the two wine glasses next to it, and the clean ashtray. He flipped on 
the stereo and then gave a quick glance at himself in the full-length mirror 
next to the elevator. 

He really was a good looking guy. Wide shoulders and narrow hips with upper 
arms and thighs well developed and showing a nice muscular definement. 
Though this was not from gymnasiums and barbells, but from a life devoted to 
humping and deep fucking and cunt slapping with his huge fucking driving 
organ that was always too full of gism to stay soft. 

Aggressively sexy women homed in on him from across crowded smoke-filled 
rooms. Older, horney babes would roll over at the first sign of interest he 
might show. It had been easy ... all too easy. Now he was looking for a 
little challenge. 

As the sounds of the elevator grew nearer, he ran his fingers through his 
brown wavy hair, adjusted the collar of his quietly expensive shirt so that 
it fit more smoothly over the edge of his v-neck, sleeveless sweater. He 
then tugged the sweater down over his dark brown but very handsomely 
expensive pants. 

"You're looking good," he told the image of himself in the mirror, "just the 
right combination of chic and modesty." 

The elevator ground to a creaking halt. The door slid open and revealed a 
vision of perfection that exceeded Jack's wildest dreams. She was blond, 
about five feet four inches tall and weighed next to nothing. But unlike 
most small thin girls who tend to look like skinny underfed boys, the little 
beauty had the most incredible figure he had seen. She looked like an hour 
glass with a set of tits like twin nosecones. Man, they had points that 
stuck straight out. 

Her shoulders were wide to accommodate the beautiful globes. And from under 
her armpits her body sloped inward to form a tiny waist and then curved 
outward again to form a magnificient art work of nature with only the 
mundane name of hips. From there her body line moved back inward leaving 
behind a luscious pair of thighs, shaply legs and the thinnest most delicate 
ankles Jack had ever seen. 

"Oh! Man! If only this hunk of cunt had an ass to match! 

The perusal of the timid visitor had taken only a split second for the 
expert. He masked all of his lustful thoughts with his left hand while he 
extended a welcome to his visitor with his right. 

"Welcome," he said in a perfectly gentlemanly voice, "I am so pleased you 
are here." 

Janet hesitated for a moment, then extended her left hand and allowed him to 
grasp it and lead her out of the elevator. 

"Thank you," she said demurely, looking up at him shyly with her innocent 
blue eyes. They were set in an angelic heart-shaped face, framed with a 
sculptured flow of baby blonde hair. She was the picture of childish 
innocence. But with a body that wouldn't quit, made her just an excellent 
piece of cunt to Jack. 

On the way over to the sofa, Jack took a good look at her ass. It was 
everything he had hoped for and more. Her straight back moved in at the 
waist and then out to form the most beautifully firm rounded ass! Jack had 
all he could do to keep himselMrom drooling., and to keep his aching cock 
from sprouting into full bloom and spurting all over his expensive pants. 

Once on the couch, he seated himself a respectable distance away. Smiling 
graciously he offered Janet a glass of wine. She accepted just as 
graciously. 

"You know," she said, once she began to feel at ease, "I was really scared 
to come. I almost didn't" 

"Why?" Jack asked, already imagining the answer. 

"Well," she said, looking shyly into her wine glass, "you never know what 
kind of crazy people you might run into. But as soon as I saw you, I was 
relieved. You seem like a real nice person." 

Inwardly, Jack sneered. Everything was going according to plan. If only she 
knew what depraved plans he had in mind for her! 

With an innocent gesture, Jack reached out for Janet's hand, inching himself 
slightly nearer to her. 

"Well, you don't have to be afraid with me." He crooned quietly. "You must 
believe me, I'd never want to hurt or offend someone as beautiful and sweet 
and innocent as you." 

"Thank you," Janet said, smiling up at him with her big blue eyes. 

And at that moment Jack's glass of wine tipped just enough to spill a goodly 
amount of its contents onto Janet's sweater and skirt. It was a deliberate 
move, although it seemed like an accident. Just the second step in his plan. 

Janet let out a yelp and jumped to her feet. 

Jack jumped to his feet stammering all sorts fo excuses., Whipping out his 
handkerchief, he began wiping off the wine from her skirt. Of course he had 
spilt it so it dribbled over her delicious cunt. As he wiped off the wine, 
ever so gently he stroked her box. She tensed at first, but he was so 
seemingly apologetic, she didn't protest too much. 

"Ah-ha," Jack thought to himself, "first score and from here on in your cunt 
is already mine." Of course, he knew enough not to over do it, and stopped 
the gentle stroking. "I'm so sorry," he said again. "Maybe you should go 
into the bathroom, take off your sweater and skirt and rinse the wine out 
with water so it won't stain?" 

Janet looked at him in fright. 

"Oh, it's okay," he said off handedly, "there is a strong lock on the 
bathroom door ... from the inside." 

Janet looked down at the dark stain on her grey sweater and skirt, hesitated 
a moment and then said, "Yes, I think I'd better." 

He pointed the way and she went into the bathroom and locked the door behind 
her, thinking to herself that she was perfectly secure. 

"Score two!" The fiendish Jack said to himself. And he went around through 
another door into a large room with an enormous bed in the middle of it. 
There was a large closet door and two other doors leading from the room, one 
on either side of it. One of the two led to the bathroom. 

Jack quietly walked up to the second entrance to the bathroom and silently 
moved a small picture which concealed a peep hole into the john.. 

Janet had skimmed off her sweater. 

Jack caught his breath. 

As she peeled off her sweater, she revealed the creamy smooth skin of her 
upper torso. 

"Oh, Christ," Jack moaned softly, for Janet didn't have a bra on and those 
two great conical tits jutted straight out. They just stood there all on 
their own. Jack whipped off his sweater and bent closer to the peep hole. 

Once Janet had put her sweater aside, she carefully unzipped her skirt and 
gracefully stepped out of it. All the while thinking she was all alone, 
undressing in private. She never suspected her every move was being sexually 
devoured by the lust-driven man on the other side of the door. 

Jack took every inch of the skin show in as Janet dropped her skirt and 
revealed her beautiful body clad only in a pair of black lace panties. 

They stretched tight over her little cunt and rounded cheeks of her ass. She 
bent over to step out of her skirt, and Jack watched the movement as the 
black lace panties stretched even more tightly across the rounded and 
luscious ass-bum. 

He unbuttoned his shirt with his right hand while unzipping his pants with 
his left. He was so hot his throbbing, blood gorged cock was sticking 
straight out in front of him as stiff as a tree trunk and it looked nearly 
like one. 

Janet scopped up her clothing and began to run water into the basin, her 
back to him. 

Quietly Jack pushed the special lever which unlocked the door from the 
outside. With the stealth of a cat he opened the door and slipped in behind 
the unsuspecting girl who had started to rinse out the wine stains from her 
clothing. 

In one split second Jack had snaked his hands around her, grabbing her full 
rounded tit-fruits firmly, one in each of his grasping lusting hands.. 

At the same time he thrust his lust engorged, drooling, heavy hunk of meat 
right into the tiny space where her rounded thighs met her black lace clad 
crotch. 

"Help!" Janet screamed. "Oh! What are you doing? Get away from me you 
maniac. Help!" 

"Sh-h-h," Jack crooned into her ear, tightening his grip and holding her 
securely by the tits, "I told you I wouldn't hurt you. Just relax, it's all 
right." And he kissed her neck. 

Janet struggled away from the sink where he had her pinned and tried to pry 
his hands from her breasts. Then she kicked at his shins. She had her shoes 
on and the kick hit him. 

Jack let out a yelp and let go of her, jumping back in pain. 

"Why you little Bitch," he hissed, "I'm only trying to give you a good 
time." 

She tried to push past him but it was to no avail. He was too fast and even 
though his ankle pained him, he caught her again. And this time pressed the 
front of her gorgeous, trembling body to his. Her magnificient knockers 
mashed up against his strong, hairy chest. With his fat meat rubbing up and 
down against her panty clad cunt. 

He held her tightly methodically rubbing up and down, up and down against 
her clit, crooning softly again into her ear. Soothing her like a mother 
soothes a frightened baby. 

Slowly Janet began to relax. Now she may have been a shy girl but she was 
totally feminine and well able to feel all the sexual excitement of her more 
aggressive sisters. She could feel her clit begin to swell under the gentle 
massaging it was getting from Jack's swollen cock as it throbbed against her 
nylon covered cunt. 

It was having an effect on her, and there was no doubt about it. 

As Jack felt her relax, he maneuvered her out through the doorway and onto 
the bed, all the time holding her close, rubbing his hands up and down her 
smooth, soft body. He did all this and yet never lost a stroke of the gentle 
movement that was massaging her slippery nylon clad clit with his fat juicy 
dong. 

Slowly he edged her to the bed and before she knew it he had her on her 
back, on the bed and was on top of her gently rubbing her gorgeous orbs. The 
spongy firm feel of the orbs of tit flesh almost drove him mindless. He had 
all he could do to contain himself and keep from ravishing the girl, from 
ripping away her panties and forcing his cock into her still dry cunt, 
forcing the walls of her virgin-like vagina to strain under the force of his 
penetration, and then ignoring her pleas for mercy. But he did contain 
himself, wanting to savor every step of the way of her arousal and final 
willing submission to his carnal, lusting, sexual desires. 

Janet was beginning to recover from her initial shock. "Oh you beast," she 
wailed, "why are you doing this to me? I thought you were a nice genteel 
man." 

"I am," Jack replied as best he could with his passion rising in him, "but 
what could you expect. You have a ravishing body ... your beauty has driven 
me mad with passion. I can't help myself." 

"Oh," Janet said, thinking it over, and obviously impressed and not a little 
flattered. 

"Don't you like me?" Jack asked trying to sound hurt, but pressing his 
advantage. 

"Well, yes," Janet said, reluctantly not knowing whether to continue 
struggling or just give in to the pleasure of his manliness seemed to offer. 

Jack realized the crisis was over and Janet was probably satisfied that she 
had put up sufficient resistance to impress him with her purity, so he got 
down to business. He looked forward to fucking her, but wanted her complete 
partici pation in every move he made. 

He began by nibbling on the outer edge of her left ear lobe, reaching gently 
into the delicate opening,-exploring its rim with the tip of his tongue. 
From there he moved around the edge of her chin, licking gently to lubricate 
the area for his kisses. 

Janet was getting warmed up and timidly put her arms around Jack's strong, 
masculine back. 

He moved rapidly now around to her cute little red. mouth. He licked each 
lip with sensuous rhythm. Then, when they were moist and Janet had relaxed 
enough under the treatment to let them fall apart a bit, he lowered his 
mouth to hers. 

Quickly he darted his expert tongue inside her sweet mouth, exploring, 
searching and finding her tongue. She tensed slightly and then relaxed as he 
licked the underside of her tongue. Slowly she responded. As he withdrew his 
tongue she timidly thrust her tongue into his mouth. Quickly Jack's lips 
closed around it and sucked it into his waiting mouth. Soon Janet was 
reaming out the inside of his oral cavity just as he had done to hers. 

At length, Jack drew back and looked down over Janet's body. She really was 
a sight for sore eyes! She lay there breathing heavily. Her angelic face 
with its pouty red lips, eyes demurely closed, their long lashes curling up 
at the ends, her baby blonde hair touseled around her angelic face made her 
so fuckable. 

She had a kissable creamy throat that grew into a gorgeous body. Even when 
she was lying down her spectacular bosom stuck up round and smooth, its 
flower like nipples beckoning to him in the most inviting manner. 

Without further ado Jack set to work on her little flowering nubs, teasing 
and cajoling them with his teeth, tongue and mouth, until each in its own 
time had grown into full blossom. Sweet and hard they grew as he urged them 
to even greater size gently massaging the spongy but firm mammary glands. 
Sucking away on her tits, Jack was trying to concentrate all of his 
attention on Janet's body and keep his own hot fucking cock in check. 

Suddenly, Janet, who had been quiet up to now and not uttered a sound, gave 
a little moan. 

"Oh-hhhh," she said, timidly, "that feels good, so good." 

That he was finally getting a rise out of her set Jack's meat zooming out to 
rigid and extended length and he almost shot his wad! He stopped, took a 
deep breath and tried to relax , his fucking throbbing, gism-gorged monster. 

"You getting to like?" He asked a bit breathlessly. 

"Y-y-yyes, a little," came her timid reply. 

"Well, by the time I get finished, you're going to be crying for my big fat 
juicy dick." And he started kissing her soft delicate body. 

He continued to kiss it all over with wet licks and kisses. He moved 
methodically, sensuously down her rib cage, to her soft flat stomach. Slowly 
he explored her tiny navel darting his tongue in and out. 

"Ohhhh," Janet moaned again, this time with deeper feeling, and encouraging 
Jack to move a lot faster toward his goal. 

He licked slowly around the edges of the ash blond hairs of her cunt. 
Teasing it with his tongue and nuzzling it with his nose. 

"Oh, eat it, eat ... please eat it," the aroused girl called out 
passionately, "lick me, NOW, lick me!" 

Jack laughed, he was really getting through to the bitch. He knew when it 
finally happened it was going to be a great fuck ... a hot, torrid, body 
writhing fuck. He'd work this shy bitch to a fever pitch and then she was 
going to give him a fuck worth working for. One superb fuck filled with all 
the passion of a newly aroused virgin. All the pent up love and hidden lust 
unmasked, unleashed and his would be the willing and happy benefactor, his 
thrusting, swollen quivering sperm gorged would be the happy and lusting 
benefactor of it all. 

"Oh, don't stop," she moaned, "eat me, lick me, let me feel your tongue on 
my swollen little clit!" 

And Jack obliged. He moved his warm, manly body down into position, placed 
his hands be hind and around her, firmly grasping onto her beautiful ass 
cheeks he began by making broad upward sweeps with his tongue. Again and 
again in a lazy rhythm he licked with his broad flat tongue from the 
furthest edge of her sex chute to the tip of her clit. 

Janet, was almost to full arousal now, moaning and tossing her head. Her 
hands grasped Jack's shoulders in a passionate grip. 

She moaned openly, now. 

"Oh, you're driving me crazy ... crazy! It's so good. It's so good. Oh baby 
eat it, eat it, eat it!" 

Jack turned his attention to her clit now, licking it and nibbling it. And 
with each nibble Janet keyed up to a new level of arousal. By the time he 
began sucking on the swollen clit, Janet was gyrating her beautifully 
formed, lush ass right into his face. 

When he finally moved down and stuck his tongue into her cunt, Janet almost 
screamed with the pure ecstasy of all the sensation that shot through her. 

Jack was more than effected. Greedily he sucked up the love juiced little 
sex hole from the inside, turning his tongue into a hard shovel, and 
scooping the luscious liquid out into his hungry sucking mouth. 

"Oh fuck me, fuck me!" Janet cried out. 

"You want my big fat, swollen cock? 

"Yes, yes, I want your big cock in my cunt!" Janet almost screamed. "Fuck my 
hot twat!!!!" 

Jack ignored the plea. Instead he lifted her writhing ass a little higher 
and began licking further and further back, reaching for her ass with his 
tongue. When he hit the tiny bud of her ass hole, Janet almost lept straight 
off the bed. 

"Fuck me, FUCK ME!" She screamed. "If you don't fuck me I'll go mad!" and 
she began to pound his shoulders with her tiny fists. 

"You want my big fucking mauler shoved into hour cunt?" Jack asked as he 
reached down between his legs with his hand and flexed his gigantically 
swollen organ. 

"I want it!" Janet screamed and tried to grab for it with her hand. "I want 
your big juicy cock and I want you to drive it into my hole now!" 

Jack obliged. 

He hoisted himself into position and Janet, half crazy with passion pulled 
the saliva slippery lips of her cunt apart. Jack maneuvered his big fat, 
swollen dripping, drooling organ into position. With deftness born of skill 
and practice he gently thrust the blood gorged circumcised head into the sex 
chute to just behind the rim ... and then pulled it out. It came out of the 
tight little vaginal opening with a suction pop and he thrust the head in 
again and out. 

"Oh ... Oh...." Janet moaned, her body strung taut. 

Then Jack took aim again and thrust his massive juicy meat in up to the 
balls. 

Under the force of the thrust Janet arched her back and screamed in a 
mixture of pain and pleasure. 

"Yeah, baby, yeah!" Jack growled throatily. "Let it all hang out. You feel 
it, huh? You feel that?" 

"Oh! I feel it! I love it!" 

"You feel it all the way?" 

"I feel it in my throat." 

"Okay, baby," Jack said still pumping in and out "LET'S GO!" 

Janet grabbed him and began gyrating her firm ass in time to his pumping, 
moaning and groaning with pleasure. 

She grabbed him, arching her back for leverage, twisting and turning her 
fine little body in the heat of passion, writhing in ecstasy. All of her 
pent up passions, her hidden longings and desires pouring forth in a 
wriggling, writhing passionate embrace. It was everything Jack had hoped it 
would be and more. 

He had managed to arouse this cold, timid little cunt to the peak of lust 
filled passion. He reveled in it, reaching new hights of feeling, himself. 

Their bodies were wet with sweat. Their emotions were so intense that the 
room was quiet except for the wet splat as their bodies met and parted as 
they humped. 

"I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" Janet screamed. "I am coming. I 
can't wait no...." 

Jack could feel his balls begin to tighten up tight against the shaft of his 
swollen organ. He could feel the gism moving up from his nuts into the vein 
along the underside of his huge swollen cock. 

He thrust harder, slapping his balls as hard as he could against her vaginal 
walls, hitting them savagely so that they would be slapped in to releasing 
their sap. He had to get the meat out of those nuts of his or he'd go crazy 
with the lust that had already built up in their delicate chambers and he 
just couldn't stand any more. They had to be made to let go, they had to be 
made to shoot off their spunk into this hot waiting wanting cunt that was 
hammering so viciously against his swollen cock shaft. 

"Uuugggghhhhh,,,,, here comes the fucker. Here it comes, here comes my 
fucking hot load. Take it baby! Take it!" His screams of passion blended 
together with hers as they experienced the cataclysmic moment at the same 
time. 

Janet's head was swirled as she felt the hot steamy gism erupting from 
Jack's swollen, hot and quivering cock as it cannon-balled forth from the 
piss-slit in the rapidly pulsing bloated head-as it spewed its sperm into 
her cunt. 

It's force, she imagined, rupturing her membrane and flooding her insides 
with its hot creamy goodness. 

Jack flexed his meat again and again hardly conscious of anything except the 
almost unbearable sensation of the volcanic flow through him. There was more 
love juice in him than her small tight, convulsing vagina could ever hope to 
hold and flowed out around his cock and dribbled down her ass hole and onto 
the bedsheets below. 

When it was over they dropped into an exhausted sleep. 

Janet was on the left side of the bed and Jack beside her, too exhaused to 
even unhook from each other. His cock grew soft inside her tight little cunt 
but did not slip out since her grasping walls, even in her sleep, hugged his 
big soft meat to itself, not wanting ever to release that huge swollen organ 
that had given it such a good time and a wonderfully welcome release. 

Janet may have thought that that's all there was to it, and Jack was 
finished with her. But far from it being over, that evening was just the 
beginning. 

Jack had a lot more in store for the newly awakened sexually of this young 
cunt. And just as the opening performance was for his own selfish 
gratification, so was everything else he had on his perverted mind. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jack grew up in a small town. He had matured sexually at a very early age. 
And there certainly was all the usual doctor games from the age of seven 
upwards, but Jack was a hot number, and he felt there was a lot more to it 
all than a few quick peeks and a fast feel of an underdeveloped little 
girl's pussy. Sure he liked to look in their pants and feel their asses. 

Even more he loved to stick a finger in their dry little cunts. And once he 
even poked a pencil into the tight little ass of one of his girlfriends. 

But the tight feeling in his young balls and well-formed cock kept telling 
him there was more to it. 

A nagging that grew as he grew until the horny little boy finally stuck his 
dong into a little beauty, at the age of eight. The feeling was such a shock 
that he pulled out again and came over her panties. She was so upset that he 
had messed her panties she began crying and ran home. 

Unfortunately, for Jack, she told her parents, and the ensuing lashing that 
Jack got, only served to confirm his long-time belief that there was a lot 
more to this cock and cunt game than he knew about. But he intended to find 
out. 

Jack grew fast. His body took on great proportions early, his legs and arms 
were strong and his chest never looked flat or enemic. His childish innocent 
face, coupled with a stronger, well-developed body made him ripe pickings 
for the local young widow who craved "younger men." She loved to deflower 
them. And she broke the chosen few in right. 

Jack heard of her "good deeds" from the other boys who spoke of her in 
reverent whispers. Each voicing hopes that she would find favor with them 
when they were old enough. 

Usually she took boys no younger than sixteen. In a small town there isn't 
to much opportunity for anyone under sixteen to get their cock s wet, what 
with everyone know who you are and where you are almost all the time. In 
hushed tones they traded tales of what they thought it would be like and 
bragged about what they thought they'd do to the "widder." 

The secret sessions usually took place in some remote spot behind the pool 
hall and ended up in a group jerk off, each of the boys jerking off the boy 
next to him. All those little boys grouped around pumping away like crazy on 
their not fully developed cocks, teaching them how to sit up and spit. 

But our little Jack was up-tight and out right. He was only fifteen when he 
decided he wanted his sex training by the Widow, NOW. He was a crafty little 
fellow, even then. Day after day he watched the tall, dark, slim figure of 
the widow as she walked the street to the store. 

She had a big set of knockers that bounced up and down as she walked, and 
she had a way of walking with one foot right in front of the other that 
causes the full rounded cheeks of her ass to swing back and forth like two 
round bowling balls in her skin tight jeans. Jack noted the lustful glances 
of the town's men and the stern mouthed disapproving glances of the women. 
No you didn't have to be full grown to know that young Widow Grayson was a 
walking sex machine triggered and ready to pop! 

Jackie wanted his. He noted that every Thursday the Widow went grocery 
shopping around one o'clock in the afternoon and then would go back home 
around one-thirty. Along about two o'clock old dumb Terry Gregory would pump 
up the hill to her house on his bicycle with the groceries she had bought. 

Jack decided that next week, he would be the delivery boy. So on Wednesday 
night, before the big day, Jack rummaged through the clothes closet in his 
bedroom and found the white polyester shorts his mother had bought for him 
the year before. He struggled into them. Just what he wanted, light and 
tight. 

Then he pulled them down to just below his ass-hole and began to work over 
his cock. When he got it to the right degree of hardness, he pulled up the 
shorts and arranged his dick and checked out the effect in the mirror. It 
was perfect! 

His beautiful tan body ending in the tight white shorts with his rod bulging 
up and of at an angle from the zipper seam. Man, there would be no mistaking 
his massage or the desirability of his rod. 

It looked bigger than it really was (although, no mistake it was already a 
bigger fucking piece of cock meat than most mature man finally get) 

"And that's for sure!" He thought to himself she ain't half the sex machine 
people give her credit for. He was so pleased with his cock, he slipped into 
the bathroom and took the tingling dick in his hand and jacked himself off 
in short order. 

He had to bite his lips to keep from crying out in ecstasy as he fantasized 
his hand to be the luscious cunt of the buxom Widow. When he came, he cupped 
his hand to catch all of the creamy juices. While still in a sex daze he 
prolonged the wild sensation by gentlying massaging the hot come on his 
balls and drooping man hood. 

The next afternoon a carefully showered and combed Jack showed up outside 
the grocery store in his tight white shorts. He had tied a polo shirt around 
his neck so he could leave his gleaming bronze chest naked. It accentuated 
the white shorts and his firm well shaped legs. Sure enough, at two o'clock, 
almost to the dot, out came dumb old Terry carrying a large bag of groceries 
which he unceremoniously dumped into the large basket on the bicycle. Jack 
walked up to him. 

"Hi, Terry, listen could I borrow your bicycle for a few minutes?" 

"Hell no, I gotta deliver these groceries to the Widder ... and she don't 
like them to be late." 

"I'll give you a dollar." 

"A dollar?" asked Terry, a light gleaming in his eyes. Then he shook his 
head. "Nope, I gotta deliver these groceries, but when I'm finished with 
this delivery...." 

"No," Jack said with mock disappointment, "that's too late." Then he snapped 
his fingers as if he just though of something. "Hey, maybe I could deliver 
them for you!" 

"Yeah?" Terry's face lit up even more. For to tell the truth, he hated 
pumping up that hill to the Widow's house every Thursday. He agreed and 
before he knew it he was standing there with a dollar in his hand and Jack 
was on his way up the hill on Terry's bike, with the Widow's groceries in 
the front basket. 

Jack took the hill easily and carefully. He didn't want to work up too much 
sweat., just enough to make his chest shiny. At the top of the hill he 
turned the bike and headed down the lane that led to the Widow's two story 
white brick house. Just before he got there, he stopped and got off the bike 
and stepped into the bushes. He pulled the tight white shorts down and gave 
his dick a quick work out. It didn't take long, because it was already half 
way there in excited anticipation. 

He pulled his pants up, arranged his meat in the same way he had before the 
mirror and got back onto the bike and peddled a few yards more to the 
Widow's house. 

He took out the bag of groceries and started around the back. When he got to 
the kitchen door, he knocked and then carefully poised the bag of groceries 
so as it wouldn't interfere with a clear front view of his erection. 

"Who's there?" called a throaty voice from inside. 

"Grocery boy." Jack replied trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. 

The door opened and when Jackie saw the Widow standing there, he almost 
dropped the bag of groceries. The tall slim brunette beauty was in front of 
him leaning against the door with nothing on but a white lacy bra and white 
lacy panties covered by a full-length filmy nothing of a negligee. 

"Well, well, what have we here?" she cooed. "A new delivery boy?" 

"Ye-Ye yes m-m-mamm." Jackie stammered. "Uh-h-h Terry had something else to 
do." 

"Put the groceries over there." She said, gesturing to the table and 
displaying the beautiful line of her body from her armpit down. A slight 
smile of amusement played over her lips as she watched Jack sidle sideways 
around her, not able to take his eyes off of her. Her eyes traveled lazily 
up and down his body and then came to rest on his beautiful erection. She 
just looked at it with those lazy eyes. Jack's cheeks flushed red. He could 
have just died. 

"What'd you say your name was?" she asked, in that throaty voice of hers. 

"Jackie ... Jackie Cochrahn." 

"Hm-m-m-m," she said slowly, "I think we have a lot to talk about Jackie," 
and she closed the door slowly but firmly shut, turned the key in the lock. 

Jackie panicked and wanted to run, but as the Widow took the key out of the 
door and dropped it into the crevice between those enormous tits, he knew 
there was no way out except to go through with his hastily devised plan. 

The beauteous Widow walked over to Jack, looked him straight in the eye, her 
dark gypsie eyes burning holes in his, and casually brushed the back of her 
hand up the full length of his enormous hard-on. 

Poor Jack, the massive hard-on almost, exploding in his pants, was about to 
faint. 

"I see you have a little problem," the Widow said solicitously, "come along, 
I think I can remedy that." And she led him up the stairs to the bedroom. 

Even the bedroom was sexy with its abundant dotted swiss curtains, all lacy 
and frothy. The bedspread was frilly white and all the furniture was white 
and gold. The Widow walked over and closed the window blind, dropping the 
room into a sensuous twilight. 

"It's a nice room." Jack said suddenly trying to think of something to say. 

"Yes, I like it ... and I'm glad you do ... maybe you'll be seeing a lot of 
it. Would you like that?" she asked, lowering her tight rounded ass onto the 
bed. 

"I don't know.." was all Jack could think of to reply. 

"Of course not, sweetie. Well," she said patting the bed beside her, "come 
over here and let's find out." 

When Jack walked over she took his hips in her two hands and turned him 
around and then back again. 

"You're a bit younger than I usually prefer," she announced in a 
matter-of-fact tone, "but your equipment looks as fine as any I've see 
around these parts." 

As if on cue, Jack's dong grew another quarter inch in girth and flexed 
involuntarily under the shorts. 

"Here, here,"-laughed the Widow, as she saw the movement. 

"Let's get to it before something untoward happens and I won't have had any 
fun at all!" 

The town's sex machine stood up in front of Jack and slowly began to preen. 
Through the filmy transparent negliee he saw all of the rounded curves of 
her great body, smooth and firm. She moved her right hand slowly down it's 
beauteous length, lovingly caressing it starting with her big right boob. 
She gently stroked it and cupped it in her hand. 

"How do you like the looks of that, Jackie?" 

"It's beautiful, Widder," Jack whispered. 

"Call me Lorry, honey." She said. 

"Okay Lorry ... it really is beautiful." 

"You'd like to kiss it and fondle it, wouldn't you? You'd like to take it 
into your sweet manly mouth and tease it with your tongue and suck on its 
beautiful big ripe nipple wouldn't you?" 

"Oh, yes ma'm," Jack sighed. 

"And-you'll like to run your hands down this soft female body," she said 
demonstrating it as her right hand moved lovingly down her firm body across 
her slightly rounded belly and to her hip. 

"Yes, Ma'm." Jack said getting into the spirit of things. 

With her left hand the Widow stroked her leg with an upward movement and 
slithered it up her thigh and gently caressed her lace panty encased cunt. 

"Do you know what I am stroking now, Jack, do you?" She asked throatly. 

"It's your cunt ma'm, your beautiful dark -haired cunt. Here let me do that 
for you," he said stepping forward to grab a handful of that precious twat. 

"Ah-h-h, not so fast my young Buckoo ... all in good time." 

And then she began to disrobe. In the years to come, Jack was to have seen 
more than his share of strippers, both professional and amateur but none of 
them ever were to equal the graceful, sensuous sight of this older woman 
removing three pieces of clothing; Her body swayed sligthly and moved as he 
was never to see any other woman's body sway and move. She undulated 
quietly, and yet seemed almost not to move. First she slowly removed the 
filmy gown, almost inch by inch until it seemed to hang in mid-air of its 
own accord and then flutter quietly to the floor. 

She stood there slowly gyrating, moving every muscle in her body in perfect 
accord to some unheard music. 

Jack was transfixed. 

"Take off your shorts," came the throaty whisper. 

Clumsily Jack obeyed, all the while his young lust filled eyes planted 
firmly on the Widow's writhing body. So perfectly formed with those huge 
tits waving around in the white lace bra and her sensuous white lace clad 
hips rocking around ever so slightly. 

"Have you ever seen a grown woman's body naked?" she asked. 

"Never." he replied. 

And then she reached back behind her and her white lace bra slipped ever so 
slowly from her huge knockers and floated to the ground. 

Jack gasped. 

And then ever so slowly she dropped her panties, and stood for a moment and 
then backed him onto the bed. 

It was a fantastic afternoon, but not the type you could write home to 
Mother about. With any luck at all, Mother would never, never know. 

"Christ," Jack thought at one point, "if I got the shit beat out of me for 
trying to stick it into little Bev, what the hell would they do to me for 
this." 

But that was only a passing thought that caused little trouble and Jackie 
forgot about it at once and got back to the business of learning proficiency 
in sex with this combination of study-at-home, on-the-job training course. 

The Widow fully deserved her nickname of the sex machine as Jack happily 
found out. 

"Since you are already hot, my little stud, its up to you to get me hot too. 
You can start with my great round tits. Take the left one in both of your 
hands. Feel how smooth and soft, yet firm it is? Now place your mouth on the 
rosebud tip. Lick it gently to fullness then suck it like a baby hungry to 
suck it dry of milk." 

Jack was an obedient young man and did as he was told and immediately. 

His good work was rewarded with her moans of satisfaction. 

"Oh, sweetie," she said, "you learn fast. What a good tit man you'll make! 
Ah-h-h-h-h." 

Jack got right into the swing of things. When he had licked, massaged and 
sucked her left tit to full blossom he immediately went to work on the 
right. And when he finished the right one he pushed them both together and 
sucked, slobbered and drooled over them driving the Widow and himself quite 
mad with desire. 

Then, with no instruction at all he suddenly hunched his ass up over her 
rounded smooth stomach and still holding those great globes together thrust 
his big cock into the tight crevice between them and began to boob fuck her. 

"You little Devil," she crooned, "well, now I'll show you something." 

And on the next thrust through her tit-cunt she caught the tip of his prick 
in her lip-cushioned teeth. It was too much. 

Jack shot his wad. He screamed, threw up his hands and fell straight 
backwards between her outstretched legs. 

"Aaawwwrrgghh!" he groaned in absolute pleasure and the hot come described 
an arc that landed on the Widow's pillow, a full four inches beyond her 
head. 

When he came to his senses again, Jack figured that was it and it was time 
to go, but the Widow had other ideas. 

"Well, I guess I better go." he said. 

"Not so fast, stud, we're not through yet." the Widow growled. 

"But I've got to get the bike back...." 

"Lesson, number one, my young stud, you don't leave no lady hung-up." The 
Widow snapped. 

He started to get up, but the Widow was faster. She grabbed his arm and gave 
him a smart whack on his ass. 

"Back in bed, " she directed, "you've had yours, but my fun ain't begun." 

Jack was afraid and began to whimper. What had he gotten himself into? What 
was she going to do to him? He was shaken exhausted and scared. 

The Widow got a wooden ruler from under the edge of the bed. "See this, 
sonny? Now you complete the days lesson or I'll give that dick of yours such 
a whack it'll drive it so deep into your scrotum you won't see it for 
another fifteen years." 

Jack looked at the broad flat wooden ruler and then at the Widow's angry 
flashing eyes and decided she meant business. Submissively he crawled back 
into the bed. 

"Wh-wh-what do you want me to do?" 

"That's more like it, stud bunny. Now just quiet down and do as I direct and 
things will be just fine. And if you do it real well, I guarantee you'll 
like it too, see?" 

Jack nodded in consent and waited for the next set of directions. In the 
back of his mind the fearsome though that his crafty plan may have backfired 
nagged at him unmercifully. The full realization hit him that he may have 
started out to seduce the Widow now he was her PRISONER. 

A prisoner in her bedroom who was going to be forced to do God-knows-what to 
bring this older experienced woman to an orgiastic climax in ways he did not 
yet know. A shiver of fright ran through him. 

"No need to be scared, Jack," the Widow said almost as if she could read his 
mind, "lesson two is an easy one." 

She smiled and continued, "And I promise you, you won't be sorry you 
stayed," her voice soft and seductive again. 

She reached over and with her right hand opened the drawer on the ornate 
white night stand with its gold scrool trim. She put her hand inside and 
drew out a large bottle of scented oil. Rolling back onto the bed he handed 
the bottle to Jack. 

Jack looked at the bottle quizzically. 

"Nothing to puzzle over, love stud, you are just going to give me a little 
massage, see. Now didn't I tell you it was going to be easy?" 

The Widow moved Jack's leg aside and then slowly, languorusly rolled her 
satin body over and rested her head on folded arms. 

"Okay, honey," she said softly, wiggling her big rounded ass around to make 
it more comfortable on the bed, "All you have to do now is pour out a little 
of the lotion on my back and give me a lovely, gentle massage all over. And 
don't miss any spots, darling." 

Jack looked at the bottle and then at her creamy smooth back that sloped so 
beautifully from her shoulders to her waist and then up sharply to that 
beautiful wiggling ass. 

"Well, you're right, Widow, that isn't so tough. I'll do it, but I don't see 
what good it will do. I mean just rubbing oil over your gorgeous body and 
all, but I'll do it." 

He straddled her thighs just below her ass, and with his right hand he 
opened the bottle and poured some of the oil onto the small of her back. 

"Start at the top, and work your way down!" She commanded. 

Still a little scared, Jack did as he was told and smoothed the greasy 
liquid up the well-formed spine to the nape of her neck. He poured a little 
more oil into his hand and somehow managed to get the top back onto the 
bottle and put it aside. He rubbed both hands together to lubricate them 
both and began. 

He worked a little clumsily at first, concentrating on the area of the 
shoulders moving his hands quickly back and forth. 

"Easy, easy, slow down," cautioned the Widow, "slow and easy in gentle 
strokes, Jack." 

Still following orders, Jack slowed down. In a few minutes he began to 
strike a slow smooth rhythm with his strokes. 

"Yeah," acknowledged the Widow appreciatively, "that's the way, love bug." 

Thus encouraged, Jack began really getting into it. He became enchanted with 
the feel of the slippery texture of her fine skin that was so firm and lush 
under his slippery hands. His strokes across her shoulders became rhythmic 
and sweeping. The Widow purred. 

Then Jack began branching out, working his way down her soft, smooth back, 
over the rib cage to the dividing point of the mounds of her ass and up her 
spinal column to the nape of her neck. 

Up and down, round and round, down her back to her ass and then up the 
spinal column again, always admiring the delicate vertebrae that rippled 
under his now pliant hands. His body moved in rhythm to the path his hands 
traced along her gorgeous back. 

Suddenly Jack noticed something else was happening. As he reached forward to 
massage the upper part of her body, his own pressed full against his balls 
and his young cock, almost forcing them into the crevice at the bottom of 
the firm cheeks of the Widow's ass. As he moved slowly down her back, his 
cock dragged ever so lightly back between her lush thighs. Jack felt a 
tingling in his scrotum that told him his manhood was awakening. 

"O-o-o-h-h-h, that feels so good," the Widow crooned, turning Jack on even 
more. 

With each downward stroke Jack massaged his scrotum and got more and more 
excited, bringing his hands down further and further into the narrows 
between the Widow's ass. 

Quickly he groped for the bottle of oil and poured a large amount over the 
Widow's ass. 

With his other hand he pulled the left cheek over to expose the hidden 
valley and dribbled a stream of oil right down the center and on to his own 
fucking meat. 

When the oil hit her ass the Widow let out a long sigh. 

"Now you're really getting to it, stud." 

Putting the bottle back in haste Jack moved back to his prime target. That 
fantastic double mound that comprised the sex machine's ass. 

Grabbing it in both hands he massaged each cheek round and round, squeezing, 
massaging, Then the first finger of each hand began a series of short 
strokes straight down the middle. Further and further he explored with each 
stroke and with each stroke his cock flexed bigger. Finally his fingers 
reached the gorgeous shit hole. 

"Oh!" The Widow moaned. "Stroke my hole, baby, stroke my hole." 

Jack didn't need any encouragement. He stroked the hole with love, every now 
and then moving his fingers down further to include his outstretched cock in 
the stroke. Finally she began to writh and hunch up a bit, exposing the 
niggardly little hole to him in all its glory. He -rimmed it with his 
fingers, round and round until he tentatively poked his finger into it. She 
seemed to like it so he did it again and again, each time deeper and deeper. 

"That's it, that's it, baby," moaned the Widow, "Now kiss it. Put your 
handsome mouth to it and kiss it and lick it." 

Jack didn't have to be told twice. In fact, he didn't have to be told once. 
Before he knew what had happened, he had his nose buried in her ass and was 
licking away at the tight little bud of her ass-hole like it was the last 
lifesaver on earth. 

"How do you like that?" He asked the Widow when he finally came up for air. 

"I love it, more MORE!" And he obliged. 

This time he made his tongue hard and began tonguing her hole as fast as he 
could. By now he was fully excited. Almost beside himself, he pulled back, 
examined her shit chute, stuck his first finger completely into it, then 
pulled it out and worked two fingers into it at once. The full potential of 
this lovely sex canal began to dawn on his sexually aroused self and without 
further instructions from the moaning and twisting female, he took his big 
well lubricated rod in his hand, aimed it well and shoved the huge piece of 
meat up the Widow's ass. 

"Oooooohhhhh!!!!" She screamed out in a combination of pleasure and pain. 

Jack joined in as he pumped his big swollen mauhler in and out of her shit 
chute, while the tight anal muscles massaged his joint as it had never been 
massaged before. 

In no time at all Jack's red hot cock erupted like a volcano, filling the 
luscious big ass with his hot gism. 

He howled in pleasure and collapsed on her back. 

The Widow hadn't come off too badly that time either. But she still wasn't 
through with him yet. 

When their passions began to return to normal Jack slowly pulled out of her 
ass hole and flopped over on his back. 

The luscious woman rolled onto her side next to him and propped her 
magnificent body up and gazed at the boy lying on the bed next to her. She 
gently trailed the fingertips of her hand down his sweat glistening chest 
and across his taut muscular stomach to the first line of his curly dark 
pubic hairs, covered with beads of perspiration. She looked lovingly at the 
remains of his spent manhood and smiled, for even though Jack Cochran was 
only fifteen years old, the right word for his cock was manhood. 

Jack flickered open his eyes and gazed up at her. She now stroked his chin, 
and cheeks, brushing away the damp mass of tangled hair fringing his 
innocent countenance. 

"Baby," she said, tracing the outline of his lips with her finger, "you may 
only be fifteen, but right now you are more of a man than any of those 
so-called studs in this town. You're okay!" 

Jack smiled, and she leaned forward and kissed him full on his mouth for the 
first time. 

"You're one helluva teacher," he replied when she was finished and reached 
up for her gypsie dark face and pulled her mouth to his, rolling over on top 
of her and giving her the full french treatment with his tongue. 

When they broke apart at last she suggested they shower. Jack took that to 
mean it was all over, but again he was wrong. 

They got up off the bed slowly and once again she stood beside his bronze 
athletic body in all her smooth perfection. He couldn't help admiring anew 
the jut of her bosom, her slim waist, and the firm rounded stomach that led 
to her cunt which, for the first time he realized wasn't covered with dark 
curly hair at all, but instead her amazing cunt was covered with long silky 
black hair. And what's more, it was shaped and shagged as though she had 
just brought it from a cunt hairdresser. 

"Holy Christ," he marveled out loud, "I ain't seen a twat like that before," 
and actually, he never did see one as beautifully dressed and trimmed as 
that again. 

"It's about time you noticed," she said frankly flattered by his young 
adoration, "Remember, Jackie, the most important thing about a girl is her 
box. And don't be so long in noticing again." 

With that she led him by the hand out of the bedroom, and through the door 
that led into a lavender tiled bathroom. 

She turned on the shower faucets and waited until the water temperature was 
just right, then she stepped over the small ledge and motioned him in after 
her. 

Once inside she didn't even bother to close the full length sliding door but 
proceeded immediately to soap herself with a bar of heavy rose perfumed 
soap. 

Jackie quickly joined in, soaping the oil off her back and from her oil 
drenched ass. As the warm water of the shower flushed the combination of 
soap and oil from her body leaving it glistening, satin smooth, she turned 
her attention to Jack's salty, sweat glazed body. 

She turned him around so his back was to her and began lathering up his 
young muscular form. He submitted willingly. 

However, she spread a luscious musk scented soap across his shoulders and 
worked down his back in broad gentle strokes. 

She drew the bar of musk soap up through the crevasse of his small tight ass 
causing him to shiver. Then she gently massaged each cheek and pulled them 
apart to let the warm stream of water from the shower pound gently on his 
asshole and wash the lather from his rump. 

It was a wild sensation and Jack drank it in with wordless appreciative 
sounds. Then she turned him around. 

"How was that?" she asked him fact to face. 

"Great," he replied, "this must be like having your own private Geisha." 

"Did you ever take a shower with anyone before?" She asked as she soaped his 
broad and still almost hairless chest. 

"Nope," he replied, "but I intend to do it often in the future." 

"With me, I hope?" The hot Widow replied. 

"You bet," he responded, putting his arms around her, drawing her 
pulchritudinous form to him, mashing her big breasts against his chest and 
kissing her full on the mouth. 

When they parted from the kiss, she continued soaping him as she deftly 
spread the lather over his tit nubs and squeezing them until they became 
hard. 

When the water washed them clean she leaned forward and kissed and sucked 
first the one and then the other. 

Jack sucked air. Meanwhile there was a wandering hand that kept busy soaping 
his stomach and then his manly parts. 

Then as the water washed his dick and balls clean the Widow dropped to her 
knees and began sucking Jack. 

Jack's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He was spent. He had shot quarts 
of gism onto her and into her. His tool had been worked to exhaustion and 
now here she was, demanding more of his overworked equipment. Was there no 
end. 

But the fifteen year old stud never had a chance to finish this thought, for 
the Widow was an expert. 

As she spread his legs her sharp long tongue darted inbetween them at the 
base of his nut sack and she began tonguing his balls. She licked them one 
at a time and then she licked them both, finally returning to take his 
entire nug bag into her mouth and gave them a working over. 

He looked down at this raven -haired beauty working away on his privates 
like a starved kid eating marshmallows and he became even more excited as 
well as amazed as he watched her pop them out of her ruby red lips, one by 
one. 

Shoe looked up at him. 

"Did you like that? Tell me you liked it and want more." 

Before he could stop himself, and without any regard of his state of total 
exhaustion, Jack heard himself croaking, "I liked it. I want more!" 

"Tell me again, louder!" She urged him. "I liked it!" Jack cried louder, "I 
want more.. MORE!" 

And she gave it to him. This time she went to work on his cock as well. With 
her tongue she began to lick its firm underside from the balls upward and 
then she licked it all around at the base. 

"OH! Give me more!" Jack repeated over and over. 

She continued to oblige and started licking the full length of his hot 
throbbing cock which was now standing at attention by the time she had 
worked her way to the tip. 

Poor Jack was almost beside himself. Driven crazy by his first experience 
with a good blow job. And it was an expert cock-job she gave him. 

The Widow applied herself to his circumcised tip as she gently gnawed on its 
slippery firmness, and -rimmed it with her tongue, licking and kissing and 
in short giving it one helluva working over without once sucking on it. 

"Jack was jiggling up and down. 

"Do you want something more?" She asked. 

"I want.... I want...." 

"What is it you want, Jackie?" She insisted he tell her. 

"I want you to put it all in your mouth," he almost yelled, "I want you to 
suck it!" 

"What?" She asked again, as if she had not understood. 

"SUCK IT! SUCK IT!" Jack screamed. Please suck it." 

"Alright," she said, getting up and turning oTf the shower water faucets. 
"I'll suck it for you sweetie, but first you have a little sucking of your 
own to do. Let's go into the bedroom." By now Jack was strung so tight he'd 
go anywhere she wanted, do anything she wanted. He'd have done anything to 
get his heavy aching meat back into her mouth. 

Back on the bed, she stretched out on her back. Once again he had to admire 
the luscious line of her body. 

Her fine, firm tits and the silky hair of her cunt made him all the more 
excited by seeing them as she lay prone on the bed. 

He began stroking the silky hair of her cunt and got more and more 
interested and started to explore its underpinnings with the fingers of his 
other hand. He discovered her love hole was warm, deep and wet. He shoved a 
finger into it and explored its soft rippling folds. Then he got down and 
peered into it. Taking in all of its various parts: the soft labia that 
folds over it, the vertical slit of the cunt hole and the little triangular 
clit at the top to the mound. 

He slowly explored and fingered them all while the Widow lay back with her 
legs spread completely open, thoroughly enjoying his explorations and 
discoveries. By now, Jack was busy finger fucking the sex machine and for 
the moment had forgotten his driving desire to have his cock sucked. 

But the Widow hadn't forgotten that he had a little sucking of his own to 
do. 

"How do you like them love juices, baby?" She asked. "Aren't they sweet?" 

He was too engrossed to reply. 

"They are sweet ... just like honey ... go ahead put your mouth up there, 
get your tongue in there and taste it. See if my juices aren'tsweetas 
honey." 

Jackie did just that. He hoisted the Widow's ass up in the air by snaking 
his hands around her firm smooth cheeks and stuck his nose right up her 
pussy. 

It smelt like a combination of fresh mown hay and cuddly puppy dogs. He 
nuzzled the sweetness of her pussy and sucked on her clit. And then applied 
his tongue in all manners and ways. In short he ate the hell out of her 
sweet, juicy cunt. Suddenly he remembered that he was the one who was 
supposed to be sucked. 

The twinging in his big blood gorged hunk, reminded him that he was the one 
who was supposed to be eaten and sucked off and he began maneuvering his 
body around into position so the Widow could do just that. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

As his loins perched over her face and he was ready to lower his big fat 
cock into her eager mouth something strange happened. 

He felt a movement next to him and an arm skaned across his chest. 

Jack opened his eyes and sat up abruptly. He looked around him ... where 
were the dotted swiss curtains, the white and gold bedroom furniture with 
the twilight surrounding him? 

He looked at the blonde -haired body of the slim girl next to him. Where was 
the Widow? And then he realized that he was in the bedroom of his loft pad 
and he had just been reliving in his dreams his first real sexual experience 
so may years ago. 

Then he looked down at his swollen quivering cock and remembered that he was 
just about to get sucked off by the Widow. 

As he thought about it, he remembered that he'd never even gotten blown by 
the blonde bitch sleeping peacefully next to him. The shy innocent young 
girl whom he had lured to his sex pad to do his wild and depraved bidding. 
He was just about to wake her up and demand a blow-job when the doorbell 
buzzed. 

He jumped up and ran to the intercom next to the elevator. 

"Who's there?" He demanded, not so gently. 

"It's Barbara Stone," came a feminine voice back up the wires to him. "I've 
come about the ad in the paper." 

"Hey," he said, gathering himself together quickly and running his hand 
through his rumpled hair trying to think quickly, "Ah-h, if you'll wait 
there just a minute or two I'll buzz you in and you can take the elevator 
up. But wait just a minute, please." 

Okay," came back the reply, "But I don't want to wait down here too long." 

There was a pause and then she added, "Maybe I'd better go away and come 
back again at some more appropriate time?" 

"No, no, don't go away! It will take just a minute, honest. Please wait?" 
Jack said now in a gentle coaxing voice. 

"Alright," Barbara replied from downstairs, "but please don't be too long." 

Jack was really churning now. The old head was working at fever pitch in his 
usual crafty manner, turning out evil thoughts by the yard. He rushed over 
to the other door in the bedroom and opened it, revealing a built in sauna 
room complete with a wide seat the size of a single bed. He rushed back to 
the bed where the love spent, shy little Janet Bender lay in all her baby 
blonde-haired splendor. Such a perfect little form he silently noted to 
himself as he scopped up the girl and bodily deposited her, still sleeping 
on the long bench in the sauna. 

He walked out and closed the door on her, and locked it to boot. Now the 
shy, innocent little girl with the fantastic figure was a prisoner. Jack 
Cochran's first prisoner. 

In no time flat, Jack was dressed and presentable. He called to the girl 
downstairs over the intercom. 

"Hey, Barbara Stone! Are you still there?" 

"Yes, I am," came the reply. "Can I come up now?" 

"Sure, came back the answer. I'll buzz you in and then take the elevator to 
the top floor. I'll meet you when you get off." 

"Alright," she replied, "I'll be right up." 

Jack pressed the buzzer and waited for the sounds of the elevator as it 
climbed the many floors to the top. He suddenly remembered the wine and the 
glasses on the coffee table. Quickly he grabbed up the old glasses and 
shoved them behind the sofa and pulled out two more clean glasses from the 
cabinet beside the sofa and checked the wine. The ice in the bucket was 
melted so he stowed the bucket with the glasses behind the sofa and let the 
bottle stand dripping water on the table. 

The elevator gound to a halt. 

Jack ran over, took a deep breath to compose himself and waited while the 
doors slowly rolled back. 

Barbara wasn't quite as timid as Janet had been, as she stepped directly off 
the elevator into the lighted room. 

Jack looked at her full in the face and smiled. If it were at all possible, 
her form was even more perfect than Janet's. She was about the same height, 
had steely blue black hair and a long lovely face with high cheekbones. When 
she looked up at him he found himself peering down into lavender eyes. It 
was heavenly. 

His pulse quickened as he ran his practiced, lustful eye down over her firm 
breasts that pushed tautly against the flowered blouse she was wearing. They 
wandered on downward over the excellent curve of her hips and slightly 
rounded thighs. Then he looked back at her mouth and his pulse quickened. 

Twice that night he had been cheated out of his blow-job, but when he looked 
at Barbara's full lipped succulent red mouth, he knew why. The god's of lust 
and passion had prevented him from being sucked off earlier so he could 
enjoy the act of being sucked dry at the lips of this luscious mouth before 
him that obviously was created for that one and only purpose. And that to be 
specific was to suck his cock! 

But Jack didn't advise Barbara of this right off, instead he stepped forward 
extended his hand to greet her and meet hers in a friendly handshake and 
quietly announced, "Good evening. I'm Jack Cochran. I'm so glad you decided 
to answer the ad." 

And he was, because his nuts and joint ached for a blow-job from her 
generous wide mouth. 

Totally unaware of the evil depraved thoughts going on in the handsome young 
man's mind, Barbara Stone accepted the welcome and the compliment with a 
smile. 

She followed her gentlemanly seeming host across the room to the sofa. 

When they were comfortably seated on the sofa, Jack turned to inquire 
politely, shyly, "Do you date much?" 

"Well," she said with a sort of sideways nod of her head, "off and on." 

"Do you like to suck cock? he inquired as politely as he had asked about her 
dating habits. 

Barbara was completely taken aback by this unexpected approach. 

"My God," she replied, "you don't waste much time do you." 

With the sweet solicitous smile still on his lips, Jack ignored her reply 
and asked the question again. 

"Do you like to suck cock?" 

"Yes," she replied angrily, "but not yours buster!" and with that rose to 
her feet and started towards the elevator. 

"That's what you think, lovely mouty," Jack said matter of factly as he 
reached out and caught her right arm with his left hand and without further 
ado dragged the screaming protesting, frightened girl all the way into the 
bedroom. 

"If you don't shut up, I'll be forced to use discipline," he advised her. 

"Let me go you maniac! Let me go!" And with that the spunky girl gave Jack 
such a shot in his face that it nearly knocked him on his ass. 

"I'm not standing for that, you little vixen," he announced roughly and with 
that up-ended her pert little form and began a solid beating on her well 
rounded ass. 

"Oh ... Oh...." she cried, "stop, stop it, you are hurting me." 

"I'll stop it when you shut up and promise you will do my bidding. In case 
you are not fully aware of your position, you are alone with me on the top 
of this deserted building. I can do with you as I please, so it behooves you 
to be nice to me, and cater to my wants and needs like a good little girl in 
light bondage." 

It didn't take Barbara long to realize that what he was saying was the 
truth. She decided it would be best to go along with the deal and maybe 
she'd get out of it alright. 

Okay, okay!" she said, tears streaming down her sculpted cheeks. "I'll stop 
screaming ... I'll do whatever you want, I'll behave, only please stop 
spanking me!" 

Jack gave her one last swat for good measure with the palm of his hand on 
her nylon brief covered fanny and let her up. 

Barbara got to her feet still sobbing and rubbing her eyes and her rounded 
ass. Thus subdued and humiliated, she was ready to accept her fate, whatever 
it might be. 

"Now you little bitch," Jack ordered, "take off your clothes." 

"All of them?" she sobbed. 

"All of them!" he replied, "And stop crying!" 

Barbara snuffed her nose a couple of times then quieted down and began 
unbuttoning her flowered blouse. As she reached the button strategically, 
and centrally located between her gorgeous orbs the button popped open 
itself, giving away to the straining of her huge tits. 

As she removed her blouse she revealed the satin skin underneath and the 
yellow cotton bra that held her lovely fruit high in the air. 

Jack was watching her with fascination. She noticed it and began to play it 
up. Slowly she began to swivel her hips back and forth as she toyed with the 
zipper at the side of her dark green skirt. Slowly, ever so slowly, she slid 
the zipper down as she tauntingly gyrated her sexy curved hips. She was 
beginning to turn Jack on for real, and she knew it. 

Little by little as she slid the zipper down she began undulating her 
stomach making her tits move up and down in time to the sensuous rhythm. 

Jack's eyes glistened. 

Then suddenly she zipped the zipper up and whirled around presenting her 
lovely curved back and sex hillocks to him. She looked back at Jack 
seductively over her shoulder and began the slow hip gyration again. 

And once again slowly edged the zipper down to where it was fully opened and 
then she took both hands and placed them on either side of her hips, bent 
her knees and displayed the full roundness of her buttocks. 

In the best Marilyn Monroe tradition, slithered the skirt down her hips and 
let it drop to the floor and revealed in its full glory the most fuckable 
ass Jack's jaded eyes had rested on in a long, long time. This buxom little 
brunette was fantastic! 

She had placed her hands back on her hips and was still rolling and 
undulating them in the sexiest way. She looked back over her shoulder at 
Jack, who decided to get into the act and quickly stripped. 

In no time at all he was belly to ass gyrating and undulating with her. His 
love rod and friendly nuts suffering none the less for the experience. 

Jack was just getting ready for a top notch round of bung-holing when he 
suddenly remembered the girls mouth. He decided that his swollen cock could 
not put off having itself blowed any longer. And that was for sure. 

"Listen sweet lips," he said, turning her around to face him, "You see 
this?" And he waved his fat cock at her. 

She leaned over a little closer to look. 

"Yeah, I see it." 

"You know what it is?" 

"It looks like someone's dirty old meat hook.' As she gave it another close 
scrutinizing. 

"You sorry Bitch, no wonder you don't get many dates. Any girl in her right 
mind would know that they were looking at one fine, fat, first class, 
quivering, delicious piece of hot cock. As great a hunk of rick hard, juicy 
tasty meat that ever will come your way and right now I'm going to pretend 
your mouth is a first class cunt and I'm going to stuff it in there balls 
and all!" 

"You and your brother," she bit back with a devilish smile. 

It was so unexpected, Jack had to laugh. Moving back to the bed and 
beckoning her closer, he said, "Honey, I think you and I are going to get 
along just fine." 

With that he pulled her down on the bed with him and began kissing the mouth 
he hoped soon to have busily engaged around the length and breadth of his 
mighty swollen love pole. 

Barbara responded well, and with a few more french kisses and a little hot 
breath in the ear and she was ready to go. 

"You like to suck cock?" 

"Yes." she breathed. 

"Tell me the whole thing," Jack directed, "tell me you like to suck cock." 

"Yes! Oh, yes! I love to suck cock.." 

"Now," he said, "do you want to suck my cock?" 

"Yes! Yes! Oh! God yes! I want to suck your great big fucking swollen 
quivering cock." 

"Say it again!" he ordered. 

"I WANT TO SUCK YOUR GREAT SWOLLEN CLUB OF A FUCKING COCK!!! LET ME HAVE 
IT!!!" She screamed, her passion out of control. 

Jack was satisfied and moved to the edge of the bed, placing his feet on the 
floor, legs apart and his swollen shaft with its pulsing knob of a head 
standing stiff in front of him. 

Barbara eased off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, her big 
tits brushing lightly against his legs as she knelt. 

Jack took her face in his two hands and turned it up towards him and gazed 
deeply into her lavender eyes. 

"Tell me once more you'd love to suck my big fucking cock." 

She did as he asked and he in turn bent to kiss her, but to his surprise she 
pulled away and whimpered, "Please, oh please Jack, let me suck your cock. 
Let me suck it now. Please, let me wrap my hungry mouth around the thick, 
wonderfully swollen shaft of yours. Let me suck all the gism from it. 

"Let me suck it dry to the bone. Please, now Jackie, now, can I suck that 
heavy cock meat?" 

With such a completely exciting and enraptured plea, Jack couldn't delay any 
longer, besides he wanted to get down to the blow-job part himself. 

He let go of her lovely oval face and watched as she buried it at once in 
his groin, sucking and slurpping to her passionate joy. 

Then to Jack's complete surprise, she suddenly stopped and said, "Look, 
doing it this way is really not my way so if you really want a good 
blow-job, let me do it my way. Lay down on the bed." 

Jack pushed himself back and repositioned himself on the bed. 

Barbara leaned over him and with her tits hanging down she began to blow 
him. 

Jack sighed with deep pleasure as she went down on him for the second time. 
It was beginning to dawn on him that this girl was giving him the famous 
Slow Blow, an Oriental treat. It's one of the greatest things that ever came 
out of Japan, aside from the trinitron picture tube, Jack thought to 
himself. 

Barbara had learned this coveted skill from a Japanese businessman who told 
her that girls in Hong Kong and Singapore use this technique, especially the 
geshia who are the most adept at pleasing a man. 

Barbara put her hands underneath Jack. Tenderly she stroked his ass. Then, 
in one stroke she licked his cock, from base to tip. 

This, according to the Japanese man who taught her, is the introductory part 
of the Slow Blow. It is like bowing to a friend in Japan, a way of saying 
hello to a man's swollen, hot, quivering sexually inflamed cock. 

Then she got her mouth very wet and plunged her lips down over Jack's long 
shaft. 

The effect was instaneous and astonishing. A hot mouthful of wet. saliva is 
a fantastically sexy sensation. And poor Jack nearly came when Barbara did 
that to him. He gasped and groaned. 

"Oh God, baby! That's fabulous! Oh! Jesus! Oh, Barbara Baby! Who ever taught 
you to suck cock like that? Oh! Oh! Baby!." By his outbursts and gauging his 
body tension Barbara knew that he was moving fast towards an orgasm. Her aim 
was to keep him just on the brink of one, drive him crazy, get him totally 
aroused. Her part in the Slow Blow was to control his nervous response to 
her blow job. 

And she really knew how to do just that. 

To turn his attention away from his cock Barbara slipped one finger 
underneath his back and trailed her fingernail along his spine. With deft 
skill she then caressed the crack of his ass with her thumb. 

Next she nestled one finger deep into Jack's anus. He jumped. And as he 
convulsed, he felt his meat drive further into Barbara's mouth. His meat hit 
the back of her throat and when it did, she circled her head around. 

Jack was estatic. Twice he had missed out on a blow job this evening. Once 
in his dream of Widow and the woman he had given him his first real sensual 
sexual experience, when the dumb blonde Janet Bender had awakened him just 
as he was to have plunged his throbbing cock into the Widow's mouth, so 
sensually waiting for him and the other time when he was just about to get 
Janet herself to work his fat dick over and Barbara Stone rang the bell. 

But, then as he thought about it, after he laid eyes on Miss Barbara Stone's 
lips, the god's of lust and depravity knew just exactly what they were doing 
when they had saved his swollen monster of a mauler for the mouth of this 
expert and luscious cock-sucker. 

Without a doubt Barbara was giving him one of the finest blow-jobs of the 
year. No, she was giving him one of the finest blow-jobs of all time. 

For certain she knew exactly what she was . doing. How is it, he wondered, 
that a girl as young as Barbara could know such an exotic technique? 

He let that question and any others he might have had pass out of his mind. 
He had just the order of business at hand tonight on his mind and that was 
to lay back and enjoy being under the control of the girl whom he held in 
bondage and spanked in order to get sucked-off. 

Apparently Barbara had forgiven or forgotten the circumstances that brought 
her to Jack's bedroom that evening, and was applying herself to her task 
with relish and unparalled expertise. 

Slowly she drew her lips up the shaft of Jack's cock. Deliberately, at the 
same time she methodically tightened her lips around his meat until she 
arrived at the top where his circumcised hood jutted out. There she 
tightened her lips just under the rim and let her tongue play around and 
around the top of his rod. 

Jack, at this juncture, decided to join in and began pumping his ass up and 
down on the bed. One by one his mortal woes fell away from him and step by 
step he moved out of the mundane into a nervanna of sensation. All he knew 
or cared to know was the feeling the tiny nerve endings signaled back to his 
sensation hungry body and the delicious lust he felt in his cock. 

He was panting like a dog. 

There wasn't a geisha girl in the entire Orient that could administer the 
Slow Blow any better than our little raven -haired sex pot. She knew all the 
in's and out's of it. If there ever was an expert, it was she. She sucked 
and licked the head of Jack's prick with increasing flicks. Then, she went 
the other way. She changed direction of her flicks and licks. 

Jack was about to crack his nuts. 

The change nearly blew poor Jack's nuts right off his fucking groin. It 
nearly lifted his nut sack right up into the swollen shaft and spewed them 
entact right out the head of his cock. 

He slumped back in the soft pillows. In a dream like movement he took hold 
of Barbara's head and wound his fingers in her dark hair. He wasn't stroking 
or fondling it, but he was just simply holding on to it for dear life. 
Barbara was taking him on a trip that night last for days. At least that's 
the way he felt about it. 

Next Barbara drew her rosebud mouth up, and up and up and completely off of 
Jack's cock, leaving it stand alone and bare, but this was not for long. 
Deftly she drew one fingernail up the side of his cock. With the other hand 
she grasped his bulging, sperm bloated balls and squeezed them slightly. 

Knowing who was in control at this moment it was he who was being held in 
light bondage, and not herself. And the knowledge of this was what she 
wanted, and what she loved best. 

It really turned her on, and when it did, the blow-job she was in the 
process of performing on the poor 'victim' got even better. 

Certainly, Jack didn't understand this. He had been writhing and quivering 
to much to the counterpoint of Barbara's tonguing. 

He stopped in mid seizure of his lust attack. 

Something was wrong! Where was Barbara? 

Where had she gone? Where had that wonderful mouth gone. Where had that 
delirious tongue been taken. 

He was just on the edge of awakening from his sex trance. His eyes were just 
about to open, when she jumped on his big throbbing meat once more. 

With her tongue flattened out, in a broad and sweet attack, she lunged at 
his organ from the top down, massaging the top side of it with full luscious 
lips, while her hot licking tongue was lavishing its attention on the bottom 
of the healthy hunk of swollen cock with the rough texture of her flattened 
oral organ. 

The effect was shocking. Jack let out a silent scream. 

She knew he would be shooting off his hot seathing load of spunk very soon 
if she didn't slow down. 

And if he did come, it would be much too soon. 

Usually the dicks she licked weren't as senstive as Jack's but then she 
didn't know that he'd been on the very verge of blowing his nuts twice 
before over his fantasy of the Widow and then of Janet prior, to her coming 
along. 

Having been thwarted both times he was ready to blow his nuts at anytime. 

Not wanting to spoil the full exciting climax of the Slow Blow, Barbara 
decided to cool it for a moment. Since she didn't want to tear it and awaken 
our hero from his dream world, she quietly rested her lovely soft cheek 
against his engorged shaft and breathed gently onto his sperm swollen nuts. 

When she did that Jack nearly lost his wad anyway. The pain, even though it 
was so wanted and delicious, was just that, pain to a set of swollen, love 
hardened nuts. 

When she had rested and decided Jack had returned to just the proper body 
tension, she went back to work. 

She applied an expertise on his penis and testicles as they had never know 
in their lives. 

His root was deep into her mouth. Straight down her lovely throat to be 
exact. And although he may not have realized what it was, that was tickling 
and titilating the top of his cock head, she did and she used the glottis of 
her throat to excite him even further. 

The sensitized head of his rock hard shaft as she circled his cock with 
little movements of her lovely head pulsed in an eratic rhythm of its own.
 By now Jack was fucking her mouth with total abandon, as if it were the 
juciest cunt in the city. He was completely whipped into a lusting frenzy 
beyond control. 

It was to such a point that if he had stopped at that moment and been held 
back from completing the necessary strokes for his orgasm that had built to 
almost explosive levels in him he would probably have gone mad and literally 
torn apart the face beneath him in order to attain that final fucking stroke 
that led to the ultimate pushing of that first spurt of release after which 
all the gism is pumped away from the hurting swollen nuts on its own power. 

He would have promised anything at that moment to have possed her complete 
oral control so that the fantastic Slow Blow, the blow that blows your mind 
as well as your fucking cock, could continue without any interruption. 

Jack had reached the level of nirvanna where his cock was beginning to feel 
dizzy, warm and sweet. He knew that it wouldn't be long before he would 
hurtle his cum, boiling from the very depths of his nuts, up through his 
already swelling cock vein into the luscious throat that was encompassing 
his lusting shaft. 

The thought was so beautiful and stimulating that he dared not dwell on it 
for to long. If he did he would shoot his load right there and then. 

It had occurred to him that she might not want it that way, and he would be 
helpless in that situation. He was so far gone, there was no way he could 
insist. 

It was the only unhappy thought Jack had had since the beginning and so he 
easily brushed it from his mind and simply let it be completely devoured as 
was his cock by the luscious mouth humping his swollen organ. 

Barbara was such an expert in the field, he didn't have to say anything to 
her. By now she was tuned into to every quake and every quiver not only in 
his blood engorged cock but in his whole body, as well. 

She knew he wanted to blow off into her hungry throat. She could tell by the 
slight quivering of his body, by the impatient twinge of his cock and the 
jerking and tightening of his balls. 

She knew he wanted to caress her throat with his sperm. She was wholly aware 
that he wanted to bathe "her entire throat and mouth with his creamy come. 

She pulled her head off his cock and asked "Are you ready to come, honey: 
Are you all ready to let me have it in the mouth?" 

She crept upwards and followed the question by a seductive kiss on his 
parched mouth. Not wanting to break his sex trance she tenderly licked his 
lips in the same way she'd licked his ass hole. Each side at a time and then 
round and round. 

Jack just moaned and he let his cock spring and jerk in her hand as an 
answer. 

He was so spaced out it took him a long time to get her question formulated 
in his mind. Finally he grasped its significance. The answer was easy. 

Yes, for God sake yes, he wanted her to suck him off like a fucking vacuum 
cleaner. He wanted a thorough and complete sucking. 

However, there was no way in his present state that Jack could talk, no way 
he would verbalize his desires. So when he was able to send out an answer he 
just let his cock answer for him for him by becoming unbelievably hard in 
her hand and staying that way until it litterally vibrated from the 
incredible internal pressure his body was pumping into that long, thick 
swollen shaft. 

Barbara smiled at the response. Everything was going along beautifully. By 
now she had forgotten that this was the man who only a short time ago had 
dragged her innocent and unsuspecting self into the bedroom against her 
will. 

This was the man who had spanked her into submission when she had rebelled 
against his brutality, and then forced her to undress before him. 

She had forgotten everything but that this was the man she had chosen to 
perform her uncomparable Slow Blow on. 

But deep inside, Barbara knew full well, who this man was and what he had 
done to her. But that didn't make any difference at this point in time. 

For you see, after all else or before anything else, Barbara was a cock 
sucker! 

Her all consumimg passions and desires were completely intertwined with 
chewing cock and gulping gism. 

From the time the split head of a throbbing cock touched her lips until the 
last swallow of spunk, she didn't give a shit who the person was on the 
other end of the balls. Her whole life, for as long as the blow lasted, 
began with the swollen cock shaft in her hand and ended with the hanging 
sack of nuts completely emptied. 

Having received the nod from Jack, Barbara took off after his cock again. 
Actually the verbalizing of the quesiton, the answer to which she already 
knew, was just another way of heightening the climax. 

Once again she drew him back almost to the edge of reality, and now she 
would plunge him back into fantasy. Which she did by engulfing his throbbing 
cock in her mouth all the way to the root of the swollen quivering monster. 

It was a happy meeting. His cock slipped easily into her open oral cavity. 
Jack, before he moved back into the twilight zone of pure pleasure, 
formulated one last cohesive thought. 

If he knew nothing else, he knew this: Barbara had given him the most erotic 
few minutes he had ever know. 

Few Minutes? How long had it actually taken in time? Minutes? Hours? Days? 

There was no way he could know he decided as he slipped into pleasure-land 
again. Good sex was like that ... timeless. 

Now, in her ritual of cock-sucking, Barbara was introducing a new trick to 
his quivering tool. Another happy surprise in her unending bag of tricks. It 
was based on the proper application of pressure. With his rod deep in her 
throat, Barbara pressed her tongue into the lower side of the head of his 
cock and released it. 

The result was that Jack felt a stinging sensation in the tip of his cock. 
For while she had his swollen meat in her mouth, she had access to its 
underside. And on the underside, sheathed in exquisitely tender skin, 
Barbara pushed her tongue as hard as she could. 

Jack was sure he was about to come in a split second. Actually, he was not 
far from wrong, for the moment of exquisite ejaculation was not far off. His 
ass began to churn. Up and down, up and down it bounced on the bed. He 
grabbed Barbara's black locks in both of his perspiring hands and pumped her 
harder and harder into the thrusting pounding hard cock that seemed now a 
monster club. 

Barbara began bobbing her head up and down in counterpoint to the movement 
of Jack's throbbing hips. He had never felt so many different pleasurable 
sensations in his cock. They came from all directions it seemed. 

She licked as she bobbed, and she twisted her head slightly around as she 
licked and sucked. 

At the same time she was licking and twisting and sucking on his swollen 
member of sexual delight, He was pumping up and down. 

"Man!" he thought, "it's a whole damned parade of all the fucking sensations 
in the whole fucking world!" 

His cock swelled to unheard of proportions, gorged with blood. His veins 
were knotty blue ropes that seemed strained to the breaking point in a 
desperate effort to get the cock hard enough and hot enough to release its 
seed. Blood and tissue, and muscle and come all together were being forced 
and stuffed into the swollen throbbing shaft until it seemed as if it would 
split right down the underside where the huge gism vein was so distended it 
appeared that it would part from the huge throbbing steel hard pole and 
cause an open seam in the great shaft releasing all the pressure in one 
great tear of flesh and muscle. 

Every fiber of his being was there in his shaft. 

Every erotic and every sexual and every last bit of feeling was concentrated 
there in his cock. 

Every tiny nerve ending of his body was tuned into his tumescent tube. With 
stinging clarity they all registered in concert every degree of every lick 
and blow this luscious girl had bestowed on him. 

He was now totally out of control. 

He quivered uncontrollably as he felt his balls shake. 

His whole body tensed for this final second before the ultimate sensation 
... the release of his sperm from its explosive confinement in his pulsing 
nuts into his quivering shaft, where it would thunder upwards to be 
super-jetted through his piss-slit in his immensely distended cock-head into 
the waiting, deserving mouth of the dark -haired beauty who's magnificient 
oral cavity had brought it all to this glorious state of anticipation and 
cataclysmic conclusion. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Barbara sensed the time for the ultimate climax was near. She worked faster, 
putting her hands under him. She accomplished this as his ass rose off of 
the bed in one of his hard humps into her mouth. 

She could tell that his hot juice was seething in his rock hard, bouncing 
balls. 

She could almost see it in there boiling, ready to erupt like a volcano of 
white salty lava into her throat. 

Jack, aware that the ultimate was almost upon him, suddenly had a twinge of 
regret, realizing that it would soon be all over, and he didn't know if he 
was really ready to leave this veiled trance of pure pleasure. But Barbara 
knew it was time, and she stepped up the process. 

Jack knew it was all out of his hands, and just as well. His cock grew dizzy 
and numb. 

"Barbara!" He croaked. 

Croaked because passion had made his mouth dry. His voice was hollow, far 
away, sitting on the edge of the abyss in which she was going to push him 
with a final thrust of her mouth. 

"Barbara!" He groaned again. "Baby, I'm gonna come in your mouth. You hear, 
Barbara I'm on the way. I'm going all the way, Babe. I'm going to give you 
my load. Gallons and gallons of it, straight down your fucking throat. 
You're going to be choaking in a minute on my fucking gism. Ya hear, baby?" 

Barbara answered affirmative by starting to move faster over his pulsing 
prick. 

"I'm going ... I'm going ... I ... I can't stop. Oh! Oh! Baby, baby, baby, 
do you feel me?" 

Her answer came with a tightening of her mouth around his swollen, quaking 
cock. The extra pressure set off a vibration at the furthest most point of 
his scrotum and vibrated up the entire length of his shaft and straight up 
his spinal column to his brain. 

There was no longer numbness in his balls and prick. He fell back on the 
bed, totally weak and defenseless, fallen prey to his lust. A prisoner of 
his own passions. And the vibrations continued until he thought he would go 
mad! 

"Barbara! Baby! BABY! OH! GOD! I CAN'T STOP IT! I'M COMING! OH! GOD! I'M 
COMING! I'M GOING TO BLAST MY JUICE RIGHT DOWN INTO YOUR STOMACH! IT'LL BLOW 
A HOLE IN YOUR CUNT, BABY! HERE IT COMESSsssssss!" Jack went into a paroxysm 
of ecstatic relief both physically and verbally. 

"Oh! Oh God! Oh My God! OH MY GOD!" His voice broke as if it were in tears. 
The sound came forth as if one were in the depths of a crying dispair the 
sound was so plaintive almost desperate. 

It was not a put on. When Jack came he flipped out. That's what the Slow 
Blow did to a guy when administered by an expert. And make no mistake Miss 
Stone was a fucking expert. 

At the moment of release Jack went off like an exploding rocket in all 
directions at once. 

He slammed hard into Barbara, who was prepared for the impact. He erupted so 
loudly there was a swooshing noise as the huge fucking load of fuck, pent up 
so long, was unleashed into the girl's mouth and down her throat. 

He shuddered, convulsed, twisted and screamed but the demanding mouth with 
its torturing lips kept right on with their perscribed function of sucking 
his nuts dry. 

In fact, he was so unbelievably violent in his orgasm, Barbara was a little 
taken aback. Although she knew the devastating effects on most men and their 
reactions, she had to admit to herself that Jack's response had them all 
topped by a wide margin. 

Through all of the gyrations Barbara kept tight hold on Jack's cock with her 
firm lips. If he flew, she flew with him. But his movements became so wild 
and convulsive that she quickly loosened his lips around his cock. She was 
afraid she might bite him, badly. 

Once she loosened her grip on the wild instrument that suddenly seemed to 
take on a diabolical life of its own, his cock was off and flying on its 
own. 

On the loose, freed of her oral cavity and running wild it spewed its sperm 
everywhere. 

It had already been pumping its load into her mouth. And for the load it had 
pumped off there it could take a handsome bow, but when it got loose, it 
just kept on pumping. It sprayed creamy, volcanic, hot spunk on her mouth, 
spewing its white-hot liquid like jelly on her face and even pumped into her 
hair, streaking it with its gumming consistency. 

It even dribbled in its last heroic moments a cloudy stream of juice on the 
rosebuds of her passion aroused breasts. 

Jack pumped and shook as his balls drained into and onto her. It was no 
wonder that the Orientals used the Slow Blow to make a man forget anything 
or to make him say and or promise anything. It was proven during the war 
when the Orientals used it to squeeze secrets out of the enemy. But if Jack 
had any secrets, he was even to far gone to remember what they were. 

Meanwhile, Barbara was going into an ecstasy of her own r She scooped up the 
come juice from her tits and licked it off of her fingers. Then she bent 
down and taking her tit in both hands, moved it to her mouth and proceeded 
to lick and suck the come juice off of it, making little moaning noises as 
she did. 

But Jack was totally unaware of what was going on with her. He was entirely 
too spent. 

If the room had caught on fire, he'd just have burned to death without a 
protest. There was not a fiber, or a nerve or a muscle left in him to move. 
And there wasn't one ounce of energy to move it with. He was a pulsing blob 
of spent flesh. Victim of the Slow Blow, he was. 

Now it should be understood at this point that Barbara was not a totally 
alturistic young woman. She sucked cock because she loved to suck cock, not 
because she was a benevolent society for young men who needed their cocks 
sucked. Sucking cock was how she got her rocks off. 

All during the Slow Blow, as she aroused Jack to new passionate levels, she 
was going right along with him. 

What Jack didn't know, and probably he wouldn't have cared if he did, was 
that the skillful operator could make the Slow Blow a two way street. 

When she got down on Jack and began licking his cock in long languid storkes 
with her luscious tongue, she was also doing herself a favor. 

At the beginning of the Slow Blow, when she was leaning over him so 
lovingly, and she was caressing his big stick with her tongue, she had also 
positioned her body so her luscious tits brushed gently up and down Jack's 
soft hairy thighs. Tickling and stimulating the little nubbins on the ends 
until they were massaged by the lovely rubbing into full splendor. As her 
tits sensitized so did she. 

When she got busier on his cock, she got just as busy on herself. She 
changed position and carefully laid her boobs at the base of his balls. 

When she began those great long cock licking movements, he may have thought 
the stroke began at the bottom of his nut bag, but he'd be very mistaken. 

Crafty Barbara began each stroke on her own lovely orbs. Caressing first one 
with her tongue from frim flesh to tit end and then on to Jack and his 
delicious shaft. 

No wonder she did it so fervently. She loved licking herself almost as much 
as she loved licking Jack's cock. Perhaps, she liked it even more. 

While Jack was in seventh heaven as she sucked away on his cock with her 
mouth, her hands were busy putting her own heaven in seventh place as well. 
With her hand she caressed her big breasts, juiced and slippery from her 
saliva. Her left hand she quietly slipped down between her legs. 

Deftly her fingers stroked and prodded her love mounds. And while, with slow 
deliberation, she mouthed the burning cock above, her fingers below were 
slowly and deliberately -rimmed round and round her own love hole. 

When her love chute was brought to lactation, pouring sweet cunt milk forth, 
she changed positions sligltly on Jack, driving him mad. 

Then she easily scopped out the cream from her juicy cunt and smeared it 
most lavishly over her pert little clit. She used a full four fingers of it. 
Then a new tempo began. 

Up until this time, Barbara kept Jack's rod only in the sucking area of her 
mouth. She was working it low and slow. But when the time came to start in 
on her own clit, passion moved way up on the priority scale. 

With the first two fingers of her right hand she made circles in her clit. 
And she made the in a continuious over and over again rthyhm. 

The little nubbin began an erection of its own as the thrilling sensation 
grew in her own body. And as that thrill grew, she worked over Jack's cock. 

With deeper and deeper thrust of the hot meat into her throat. Farther and 
farther she sucked it in until it banged into the back of her oral cavity. 
The mouth and fingers were both going a mile a minute. 

Jack was humping his ass at top speed while Barbara was flailing her female 
meat with all her might. Both were ready to come ... but it was too soon. 

Jack was totally unaware of what was going on. He never questioned how 
easily she plunged her thumb into his ass hole. It was so easy. By now she 
had had the opportunity to get her thumb well lubricated with her vaginal 
juice so when she reached up and stuck her thumb into Jack's ass hole, it 
just popped in nice and easy, giving him nothing but lascivious pleasure. 

Barbara was a real expert, thinking of every way in which to heighten the 
sensation of sexual pleasure for her partner. 

Meanwhile, while she was massaging his asshole, she was looking after her 
own sweet ass by using her left hand so well lubed up with the bounteous 
sweet honey of her cunt. It was fun for both of them. 

Just as she got her ass well greased, Barbara switched back to Jack's shaft 
and went to work on it again. 

He began to join in and started a wild pumping and cock fucking of her 
mouth. 

She let him, and also began a furious finger fucking of her own ass hole in 
time to his wild pumping. It was already a fucking wonderful scene for them 
both. The hotter Barbara got, the hotter she blew Jack. 

And the hotter he got, the hotter he got her, who by that time was busy 
finger fucking herself. 

At the height of Jack's frenzy when he was lifting his ass high and wildoff 
the bed, slamming his swollen dork into her mouth, and at a mind blowing 
pace, she was humping up and down and back and forth, and round and round on 
her four fingers, massaging the hell out of her rock hard clit with her 
thumb. 

When they both were at the edge of a great hulking cataclysmic orgasm, when 
that final moment came, Jack had sprayed wildly all over Barbara. He never 
noticed her fingers, busy in her own crotch, with the left hand bringing 
herself to a screaming climax by finger fucking her slippery hot box, with 
all her might. 

Her right hand was punishing her well lubed clit. 

Her body writhed and arched off the bed at the final moment of Jack's 
ejaculation, the instant she felt the first drops of his wet hot steaming 
spunk she went wild in a series of shuddering waves that sent unbearable 
pleasures screaming through her luscious body. Time and time again the 
tingling wave swept over her. 

From her body, christened by Jack's sperm she greedily scooped up every drop 
with her lusting right hand, while with her lascivious left she scooped out 
her own sweet come juice from the spent twat between her legs. She licked 
the creamy stuff from first one hand then the other, mixing the juices of 
both their bodies in that eager bowl of a mouth. Each lick brought a new 
thrill. 

When her body quieted down, Barbara joined Jack in a state of total 
self-satisfying exhaustion. Their bodies and minds which only a short-time 
ago were screaming with pleasure, now were screaming for a complete rest. 

A time of total quiet in which to restore expended energies and lost juices, 
were what both of their bodies needed. 

They both sighed and started to sink into a deep sleep. 

But if they thought they were going to get a rest, they were mistaken. Their 
time of rest and recouperation was cut short by screams that were certainly 
other than their own. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Let me out! Let me out of here! Do you hear me out there? LET ME OUT!" 

The wailing female screams were accompanied by a frantic tattoo of pounding 
nearby. They were fist pummeling a door. 

Barbara froze in shock and terror. What was that? Who was it? Why did it 
sound as though is came from somewhere in this very room? What was going on, 
anyway? She didn't know about Janet, how could she? She didn't even know 
about the sauna room that connected with the bedroom. The place from which 
the sounds were coming. 

Jack was affected by the sounds, but in another way. He sat bolt upright in 
bed, trying to get it all together. It wasn't easy after what he had been 
through. By all the rules he should have been left in peace. He should have 
been left to bask his mind, body and soul in the warm afterglow of the 
greatest blow-job in the world. But it just wasn't meant to be. 

As the saying goes, 'no rest for the wicked.' And Jack was wicked, and for 
sure he wasn't about to get any rest. 

As the screaming and pounding on the door continued, the din of the racket 
began to clear the fleecy clouds from his passion clouded mind. 

"Oh, my God," he groaned out loud as the realization hit him, "Janet!" 

"What?" Barbara said, pulling sheets around her body in an involuntary 
movement. "Janet? Janet who?" 

"Janet Bender," he responded with a moan. 

He supported his now aching head in both hands, not wanting to explain any 
further. 

Janet's screaming and pounding continued at top level. She had been awakened 
from her sex drugged sleep by the screaming and howling when Barbara and 
Jack let loose with the ultimate in the throes of pleasures. 

At first she couldn't orientate herself in the dark. 

"Where am I? What am I doing here?" her mind screamed to her heart as it 
began to pound out of her lovely breast. 

As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness of the room, she realized she'd 
been lying on some sort of wooden slat bench. As she tried to discern her 
surroundings in the murky light she could see that the whole room was built 
of wood. It was small, only about seven by nine feet. She also noticed it 
smelt of a mixture of the damp and of cedar and pine. Not a totally 
unpleasant sense sensation. 

But this was not the time to appease her olfactory nerves. All she knew at 
that moment was that she was inside a small room. And she didn't know what 
or where it was. 

All she wanted was, out, quickly!. 

She saw the door. Quickly she lifted her naked form off the wooden slat 
bench and walked rapidly to it. She grabbed the door know and turned it, 
half afraid it would open onto some new untold horror. Half afraid it 
wouldn't open at all, keeping her a prisoner in this small, dark, wood 
paneled room. But that was the half that caused her a much great spurt of 
jolting charge in her nervous system. 

The knob turned, but push as she might, the door refused to open. Janet 
realized she was locked in and trapped in this tiny room. That's when-she 
began pounding and screaming. 

"Let me out! Let me out, do you hear! LET ME OUT!" 

Janet kept screaming with out any let up. 

"I know you're out there. Open this door and let me out. Open this door at 
once!" 

And she did know that someone was out there. After all it was the sounds of 
their very noisy lovemaking that woke her out of her sex drugged sleep. She 
of course, had no idea who her crafty seducer was with out there. She was 
sound asleep after a monumental screwing by Jack. 

She thought about him with mixed feelings. 

He was both her seducer and her jailer. He was the first man ever to bring 
her to the full awakening of the sensuous passions of fulfilling and 
fulfilled love. He had made her body tingle. He had made her mind cloud with 
passion. He had made her head dizzy with lascivious sensation. He had made 
her cunt burn with a fever it had never before known. 

And at the moment when her blonde little cunt seemed as though it would 
break into flames from being so hot, Jack quenched the fire with his 
enormous fire hose. Spraying the liquid churning foam of his gism, into her 
washing the walls of her box with its cooling cream. 

She stopped pounding on the door for a moment and licked her lovely ruby 
lips. Her love box began tingling again at the thought of the past pleasure. 
But then she remembered the work at hand ... to get the hell out of here! 
And 'then she began screaming and pounding all over again. 

The sound of the din was having an adverse effect on Jack. 

"Shut up! GODDAMNIT SHUT UP!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. The 
explosive outburst had its desired effect. Janet stopped pounding and shut 
up, taken aback by the unexpected anger and violence of his command. 

The gorgeous raven beauty lying on the bed next to Jack, was shocked by the 
violence of his command, too. But instead of making Barbara more frightened 
of this man who had dragged her into the bedroom and spanked her for not 
doing his bidding willingly, Barbara became bolder. She sat up and looked at 
Jack. 

"Who the hell is Janet?" 

"She's the girl in the sauna." 

"What sauna?" Barbara wanted to know. 

"There, stupid, that sauna." Jack growled indicating the door on the other 
side of the room. A door which was now quiet, having been given a respite 
from pounding by the entrapped Janet. 

"How did Janet get in there?" Barbara demanded. 

"I put her there when you rang the bell ... now you shut UP!" 

Barbara wasn't put off though. Certainly not by this creep. 

The thought that he may have had another girl here, in this bed, before her, 
really set her off. 

"You rotten son of bitch!" she screamed at him. "Do you mean you had some 
other girl in here licking you up before I came in?" 

Jack had had it up to his ass hole with these fucking cunts. 

"So what," Jack sneered at her, And if you don't shut up your wicked little 
cock sucking mouth you are going right in that sauna and join her. There 
you'll be able to meet her and see for yourself." 

Barbara went to hit him with her hand, but he warded off the blow. That was 
the topper for Jack. His nerves were shot. His body was exhausted. 

His blown mind still hadn't gotten it back together. And now this fucking 
black -haired bitch was chewing his ass. Well, the hell with them all, he 
thought. He'd had enough of these cunts and that would be more than enough 
to last him for at least another twelve hours. 

With one swoop he leaped out of the bed, and grabbed up the creamy smooth 
body belonging to Barbara, grabbing her around her tiny waist and slung her 
under one arm. It was very easy to do since she was so small, very small 
boned. It was practically no trouble at all. 

Barbara began pummeling his body with her fists and screaming. 

"Let go of me you sex maniac animal! Let go of me you fucking beast!" 

Jack totally ignored her. He strode over to the locked door of the sauna, 
opened it, and tossed her in. 

She tumbled in, a mass of raven hair and creamy skin. Janet was standing by 
the door and fortunately enough for Barbara! 

When Jack unceremoniously tossed the screaming Barbara into the sauna room, 
he could have hurt her very seriously. Something he hadn't even thought 
about. But fortunately for him, and for Barbara, Janet was standing just 
inside the door. 

When Jack sent her sexy body flying in, she flew right into Janet and the 
two of them went flying ass over tit. When the mass of blond hair and raven 
locks and shapely bodies had sorted themselves out, Jack had already 
re-locked the door. 

He listened for a moment and heard the sounds of sobbing. Both of the girls 
were very frightened and had begun to cry 

"Listen you cunts," he called in, but not as nastily as be fore.'There is 
nothing to cry about. I ain't going to hurt you. It's only a case of light 
bondage." 

"Why don't you let us out of here?" Janet sobbed. 

"I will, I will," assured Jack in an even nicer tone of voice. "But you 
gotta understand that a man needs a certain amount of recouperating time 
after a wild mind-blowing sex session. As soon as IVe had a little rest, 
I'll let you out, Okay?" 

"No," sobbed Barbara, "it isn't okay.!" 

"Listen kid," he said, "you don't have it so bad." 

"It's dark," cried Janet. 

"And I'm hungry," whimpered Barbara. 

"For Christ sakes, is that all?" Jack asked impatiently. "Well, there's a 
light switch to the left of the door. As soon as you turn that on you'll see 
you have everything you need. And just to keep you hot so you'll be ready to 
go again when I'm rested, I'll give you a little heat." 

Jack turned on the thermostat that regulated his wonderful sauna room. He 
was careful, though, to be sure the setting was absolutely minimal so no 
real harm would come to the girls. But that should soak a bit of the 
meanness out of them and make them a bit more willing to do what he wanted 
when they did get out. 

In the mean time he decided to go and sack out in the front room on the sofa 
incase they took into their lovely little heads to start pounding and 
screaming again. And with that he padded off into the front room. 

Now Janet and Barbara were left on their own in the sauna that was beginning 
to slightly steam up. 

Janet immediately went over and grope for the light switch. She found it and 
turned it on. A nice glow filled the wood paneled room. It wasn't too dim 
and it wasn't to bright. It was just a nice soft glow. Sexy, really, Janet 
thought. 

For the first time she and Barbara got a good look at each other. Janet 
looked at Barbara's raven-haired beauty Barbara scanned the delightful body 
and face of her blond companion in bondage. They decided they didn't dislike 
each other. 

"Well, here we are," observed Barbara. 

"Yes," agreed Janet and she moved to seat herself on the wooden slat bench. 

Barbara got up off the floor where she had landed after her unhearalded 
entry into the room and joined Janet. 

"What do you say," she offered, "let's be friends." 

Janet smiled and nodded in agreement. "It's okay with me. After all, Jack's 
the heavy in this, not you." 

Once the girls had agreed to be friends they decided to explore their 
"prison". 

The room was of good size, seven by nine feet with a ceiling high enough to 
permit plenty of air for breathing. Although the steam had been turned on, 
there also seemed to be some type of ventilating system. The air was fresh. 
That meant there would be no problems of suffocating, they decided. 

Then Janet noticed a series of sliding panels on the end of the wall to the 
right of her. The girls both got up and bare footed their bare asses over to 
the wall and began opening the panels one by one in amazement. 

Barbara slid the first one back. 

It revealed a small sink with cold running water and glasses. 

"Thank God," said Barbara. She filled a glass with the cold liquid and drank 
the entire glass of water greedily. After all the only liquid she had had to 
drink in the last hour was Jack's spunk. And that wasn't exactly thirst 
quenching. 

She offered a glass of water to Janet, who also drank it greedily. Then 
Janet slid back the next panel. Inside was a whole series of shelves 
containing all sorts of yummy things to nibble on. Food that is. There were 
peanuts, cheese dips, crackers, potato chips. 

Just a whole array of little munchies. 

Janet moved to the next panel and slid it open while Barbara began opening 
the cans and packages of food stuff. As long as they were going to be holed 
up in this place, they might as well have something to eat. 

Behind the last panel was a well stocked bar. Janet selected a bottle wine, 
took two wine glasses, from the shelf from behind the liquor, and added it 
to their impromptu feast. 

In no time at all, they had the food and drink arranged on the bench, 
balancing each item precariously on a slat. They straddled the bench facing 
each other and proceeded to eat and drink their fill. In between they 
exchanged stories of how they had come to Jack's sex pad and what had 
happened to them. Relating the intricacies of their sexual encounter with 
Jack gave them both aching twats. By now the steam had risen. It was very 
light and they hardly noticed it at all. But their bodies were beginning to 
glisten with a smooth layer of salty moisture. 

Barbara sat with her back to the wall with the sliding panels in it. After 
they finished eating and talking she happened to look up and at the wall 
straight ahead and behind Janet. It seemed as though there were two very big 
hinged doors. 

Barbara jumped up and ran over to it. She had hoped it would be a way out of 
the room. Janet was a bit startled by Barbara's actions. But then she 
spotted the hinged door also and quickly joined her. 

Together they hoisted open the doors. At first they were disappointed at 
what they saw. But their disappointment soon gave way to pleasure. 

Inside the great double doors were two things the first of them being a 
great fold down bed. It was completely made-up and ready to use. 

Next to it were shelves. 

There were five shelves in all. 

The top three shelves were devoted to towels of all sizes ranging from wash 
clothes to huge bath towels. 

The bottom two shelves were devoted to a complete array of soaps, body oils, 
perfumes and lotions. 

"Fantastic," Janet said, picking through the marvelous assortment of body 
ungents. 

"Absolutely," Barb replied, eyeing the bed trying to figure out how to get 
it down. 

"Hey, Janet," Barb said, "help me get this bed down, will you?" 

She said she would and together they moved the heavy bench out of the way. 

Barbara readily saw the merit of this action and together they were able to 
move it to the far side of the room. 

Then they turned their attention to the bed. Again, they didn't have much 
trouble. In no time at all they found the two hooks that held the bed snugly 
against the wall in its recessed closet. Once the hooks were undone, the bed 
glided easily to the floor. 

Barbara skinned off the sheet. There was a large foam mattress, encased in a 
pretty floral pattern plastic covering. 

It looked like an oversized beach pad. But much thicker. 

"Look at this," Barb said pointing to the plastic covered mattress. "This is 
for me." 

With that she lowered her luscious form on to it, breathing a sigh of 
relief. 

"Not bad," Janet agreed, "I'll be happy to join you. But how about another 
glass of wine?" 

"Hey, you're not such a bad little cunt after all," Barb was most 
appreciative. "I thank you." 

She watched Janet's svelte form and sweat glistening tight little ass wiggle 
over to the bar. 

On her way back with the wine, Janet took in Barbara's sexy form: big tits 
and sleek smooth stomach, black hair, and luscious mouth. 

But Barb had glued her eyes to Janet's blonde -haired snatch. And from where 
she was lying looking up at the sweet tight cunt lips peeking from between 
the soft ashen curls it looked good enough to eat. 

Barb was lying on her left side and so Janet took the right side of the bed 
so they could face each other as they began to drink from the two wine 
glasses she had brought with her. She put the bottle by the bed and offered 
Barb a full view of her delicious body. 

Barb turned on her self, proping herself up on her elbow and took one of the 
proffered glasses from Janet. 

Janet lay down at first but as they needed a refill she sat up on the side 
of the bed so that she could reach down and pick up the bottle which with 
her back now partially to the other girl, gave Barb a fine view of Janet's 
little crack. 

Janet filled the glasses once more with great care then slid down on the 
bed. She lay full on her back. Her rounded conical up-jutting tits 
fascinated Barb. They shot straight up into the air, even though Janet was 
flat on her back. 

Barbara admired the curve of the edge of Janet's body, and with one finger 
traced the line from her armpit inward to her waist, and from there around 
her hip and down her thigh. 

Janet didn't mind .at all. In fact she was already pretty turned on herself. 
The pungent warmth of the sauna and the cozy lighting of the room and the 
food and the wine, could get you in the mood for almost anything. 

Janet, was ready for almost anything. 

Barb continued to trace patterns along Janet's body, trailing her fingers 
downward over the slippery smooth skin of her stomach. 

On the upward trip she would trail her fingernails. Inbetween she sipped 
slowly on the wine. 

Janet, who had been balancing the wine glass on her flat stomach, was 
enjoying it. Finally, she lowered the glass to the floor with her delicately 
boned hand and closed her eyes and just let Barb continue stroking her at 
her leisure. 

Janet let her mind wander. 

She could hardly believe that only a few short hours ago she had been a shy, 
quasi-virgin. She considered herself a quasi-virgin because she had never 
had a full sexual awakening. She had had several men shove their big fat 
cocks up her cunt and pump away like machines, but it wasn't until Jack that 
she really felt something. 

And when he unleashed her pent-up sexual feelings it was like a dam letting 
the flood waters through. It was glorious letting all of that come out from 
inside her. 

It was like being cleansed, being purged. And now, once she had been 
cleansed, her body and senses were clean and empty. They were a willing 
vessel to receive whatever special sensations and feelings the world might 
present. 

Janet had always been a shy girl. And she was always a little afraid of men. 
She had thought, once or twice, that it might be better to make love to 
another woman. She had at least given it a lot of thought. 

She had known that it would have to be with a very aggressive woman, because 
she herself could never be that aggressive as to start something first. 

However, Janet was so shy even with her own sex, that there had never been 
anything thus far happen even when an opportunity had presented itself. 

And therefore, because of the special circumstances, she was prone to accept 
Barbara's advances and also, because of her new awakening, she was equally 
prone to accept them. This was providing Barb was in the mood to make the 
first advances. 

And, as it were, Barbara, herself was thinking the entire thing over, too. 
She had never made it with a chick. As far back as she could remember she 
had preferred cock. And not cock just the old way. She liked to suck cock. 
She liked to really get in there and suck and slurp and lick and eat and 
devour the fucking shafts that had belong to any and all the men she had 
known. 

Often it was their bulging crotches that she had turned onto rather than the 
men which usually had proven to be their best feature. 

She dearly loved to tenderize a large throbbing piece of cock meat by 
pounding it to complete submission with her wicked tongue. 

"But what the hell," she thought, "sex is just a long series of sensations." 

This thought agreed with her as she turned it all over in her mind, "And 
when I'm licking my own tits while giving the Slow Blow, and finger fucking 
myself, hell, that's a woman making love to a woman. It's me making love to 
myself." 

With that rationalization completed she had no further qualms about 
continuing her exploration of Janet. 

She looked down on Janet's smooth pert little body. It was a body almost as 
great as her own. Just a little thin, perhaps, but Janet's full firm tits, 
they were, Barbara, had to admit to herself, something she couldn't match. 

"What the hell," she almost said out loud. 

"Why not?" She answered herself, it was obvious Janet was enjoying what she 
had been doing up to this point in time. 

"Janet," Barbara said in a friendly tone of voice, "can I give you a body 
rub?" 

"Sure," agreed Janet at once, "there are two shelves full of all sorts of 
oils and lotions." 

She motioned to the shelf behind them, "I think I'd like that." 

Barbara climbed out of bed and went around and finally decided on one. 

"This looks good," she said taking down a big plastic bottle of scented oil. 
It was the type that had a flip nozzel on it so you didn't have to worry 
about spilling or loosing the cap. She squirted a great stream of oil, 
directing it on to her hands. 

Janet stretched lazily on the bed and made herself more comfortable. 

"Sorry, but you'll have to turn over," Barbara advised. And she positioned 
Janet on the bed, stomach down. 

Then she flipped open the oil bottle, noting with satisfaction that it could 
be accomplished with one hand. She squirted a generous amount of it onto 
Janet's back. 

Barbara straddled her, planting her already warm cunt smack up tight against 
Janet's tight little buns. Then she began to give her a really hot massage. 

She started with long wide strokes that distributed the oil all over Janet's 
satin skin. 

She stroked in rhythm with both hands moving at once. Slowly, lazily she 
circled her back with a monotony of circular motions. 

Then she pressed harder with her fingers, alternating them with the long 
even strokes. 

After this had been going on for a while, Barb changed the technique. She 
began, with a pawing motion, to sensuously stroke Janet's spinal column. 

The sensation was so enormously satisfying that Janet could not help but let 
barb know it. 

"M-m-m-m," Janet purred, "that feels so good but could you do it a little 
lower, please?" 

Barbara was only too happy to oblige. She had been wary of going to far to 
fast. She didn't know how this girl would take such advances. After all they 
had only known each other a very short time. 

"But then," mused Barbara, "what could she do about it even if she did 
object? There is no where to go. And I'm stronger than she is, that's for 
sure." 

But there was no though in Janet's mind of objecting to whatever Barabara 
saw fit to do. 

She was ready for anything. And at this point, at least, she was enjoying it 
very much. 

Barbara moved down into the small of Janet's back. From there she moved down 
to the lovely little buns. Barbara got the bottle of oil she had dropped on 
the bed next to her knee, flipped it open and squirted it on Janet's buns. 
Janet flexed her buns when the oil hit them. Then she relaxed and enjoyed 
the treatment. 

Barbara was enjoying it too, for she really got into massaging the perfect 
spherical shaped cheeks of Janet's ass. Then she started trailing her 
fingers down Janet's crack. 

That move made Janet really hot. She purred 

"Gee Barb, you are great," she said. 

"Thanks, thanks a lot, that really makes me feel good." Barbara replied, 
"but you have such a sexy little body it really isn't difficult at all." 

"Your's isn't so bad, either," Janet replied, not trying to hid her 
admiration of Barb's gorgeous proportions. 

"Uh-h-h, Janet," Barbara asked hesitantly, "have you ever made it with 
another woman?" 

"No," Janet replied, "but I've thought about it." 

"Do you want to try it?" was Barbara's next question. 

"Why not?" came the reply. So they did. 

Barbara turned Janet over on her back. Quietly she slid up Janet's body, 
leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. 

"MMMMMmmmmm." 

From there on in it was all laid back with the both of them and anything 
goes. 

Both Barbara and Janet loved the uncomplicated experiment in pure feeling. 
Nothing heavy. No mess. Just a neat experiment in sensation. 

Janet wondered what would be like to have a woman suck her tits. 

Barbara wonder would it would be like to feel another woman tits in her 
mouth. 

They both were pretty sure they'd be finding out about it pretty soon. 

It was really great in a way, and a genuine contrast to all that had 
preceded them that evening. 

Jack's crafty trickery and his spanking of Barbara, his trapping both of 
them in the sauna and how they had been forced initially into sex with the 
evil son-of-a-bitch, everything had been so different than the pleasure they 
were now indulging in by their own free will. 

This was an act of mutual conscenting pleasure and joy. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Touch my tit, Barbara," Janet said, getting into the full swing of the 
situation. 

Barbara came closer and gently stroked the amazing jutting breasts. She was 
fascinated with their smoothness and texture. She kneaded them like a 
wonderful loaf of bread dough. She rolled them and put her full weight into 
massaging them. 

She could not help herself, in her lusting. 

"Ohhhhhh," moaned Janet, "that feels so good. Even when you press hard it is 
gentle. Oh! I love it." 

"Would you like me to suck them?" Barbara asked fairly drooling at the 
thought. 

"Oh, yes, please." Janet urged. 

Barbara took the massive tits into her mouth. 

She pushed them, sucked them, and tongued them in a back and forth motion 
that had the excitment of understanding that only one chick can give to 
another. In short Barbara was having one helluva good time. 

But then Janet was having one also. Even, perhaps her good time was even 
more exciting than Barbara's. By now Janet was beginning to wriggle around, 
and her tmeperature was on the rise. 

"Why should Barbara be having all the fun," she wondered. And she began 
looking for something she could get her hands on. 

She snaked her hands down Barbara's body and found something: her snatch. 

Janet began a lovely massage of Barbara's twat. 

Barbara responded by stepping up her tit sucking and gyrating her hips 
slowly. 

They were really getting it on now! 

Janet's nipples were erected like little rose buds, so Barb decided to move 
on. 

She started nibbling at Janet's ear. 

Then she -rimmed her angelic chin with her tongue. Next came a few kisses in 
the neck area, and then a tongue licking down her ternum. 

At this point Janet wanted to move. She rolled Barbara over on her back and 
went to work on her tits. 

She put each nipple in her mouth and sucked, delighted by the texture and 
utterly novel sensation of the sponge texture and the delicious nakedness of 
the nipple as it became inflated and hardened under her warm oral 
manipulations. 

Barbara began to busy herself by stroking Janet's clit. 

As if by some magical unspoken agreement the girls curled around one 
another. 

Then quite naturally the closed in upon each others crotch and began eating 
out each other's cunts. 

Janet was on her back again spreading her legs wide as she could. Her 
pulsing pussy giving Barbara's tongue full play as it greedily lapped out 
the pre-vaginal juices from the sweet young cunt lips. She was so 
accommodating, so much so in fact that she was starting to loose herself in 
the world of Janet's twat. 

She began wiggling her ass in order to give Janet a better entrance to her 
own hole. 

"OHhhhhhh!" Barbara moaned, "put your tongue right in there, Honey." 

Janet was most obliging. She slashed through the hot quivering outter lips 
and penetrated into the soft velvety interior of Barbara's twat. 

"That's it baby, suck it good!" Barbara nearly screamed out in the suddeness 
of the shocking pleasure. 

Meanwhile, Barbara began exploring Janet's box with her fingers. She checked 
the outter flaps and tested the elasticity of the vaginal opening. Finally 
she shoved her fingers in so far she could feel all of the walls of the 
blonde's cunt as the grabbed inward upon the sudden penetration. She could 
even feel the cervex, and began to tickle it gently. 

"Ahhh-h-h-h," Janet moaned. "That feels so good!" And she gave Barbara a 
sample of the same thing. 

When they got tired of finger fucking each other, they went back to sucking 
and slurpping on the respective hot twats, licking away the juices that had 
accumulated during the fingering. 

After all, they both seemed to figure and understand for each other, that is 
where the real action is. They were all hot and ready to rut into each other 
with a complete abandonment of their passions. 

They both were really working themselves to a fever pitch with their moaning 
and writhing on the bed. As they worked on each other they completely lost 
themselves in one another. 

They were so engrossed in their depraved activities, they didn't hear the 
lock in the door being turned. Nor did they hear the knob being turned or 
the door being opened. They didn't even hear Jack walk into the room. 

Catching them in full flagrante action as it were, Jack was dumbfounded. 

Good as his word, Jack had left the girls after he had gotten mad and threw 
Barbara in the sauna room with Janet. He turned the key in the lock, turned 
on the sauna and went into the front room and there stretched out on the 
sofa and had what he considered was a long over due and most deserved rest. 

He needed it because after bringing Janet to full sexual awakening, a job 
which required no small amount of skill and true concentration, along came 
Barbara and had treated him to the completely enervating Slow Blow. 

Now that little cock sucking job had turned him inside out. It had been a 
true gift from the Orient. A technique that the black -haired Barbara was a 
master at. 

Jack fell out in no time on the sofa in the front room of his sex pad. With 
both of the girls locked in the sauna he was able to get some really well 
needed sleep. 

Now, he was totally refreshed and had taken a good long shower and was more 
than ready to go. In fact he was raring to go. 

He had figured the girls had done the same. Rest that is. So when he 
approached the sauna room he was full of expectations. But hardly the ones 
he received. 

Before he had turned the key in the lock, he had listened at the door. 

Not a sound could be heard. 

He had quietly turned the knob and stealthily opened the door, because he 
had expected to find his beautiful captives sound asleep. 

In his evil mind he conjured up pictures of the two perfect forms curled up 
in submissive sleep. Both resting and waiting to be awakened. 

Two little slave princesses, waiting for their all powerful Caliph or Prince 
Charming to come along and awaken them from their long slumber with a kiss 
from his magic wand-like cock. 

He had his large cock already out and hanging ready for it to perform its 
magic function of awakening his captive beauties. 

He fancied brushing the head of his heavy, now swelling cock over the lips 
of Janet first. 

Then he had further fantasized, he would approach the lovely Barbara. With 
her predilection for sucking cock, he figured as soon as he brushed the 
split head of his huge mauler over her ruby red lips, she would flick her 
tongue out at it, asleep or not. 

With all of that in his head, can you imagine the shock Jack got when his 
fantasy hit reality? 

All his excitement began to fade when he walked in and found his two captive 
lovelies having a good go at each other's twats. 

He was so shocked, he just couldn't say a word. He just stood there stunned. 
And to add to it, the girls were really into it, sucking cunt so hot and 
heavy, they didn't even know he had walked in! 

He was ready to start screaming his guts out at these two fucking cunts, 
when something happened to old Jack. Old Jack who was actually twenty-nine 
to be exact. 

He stood there watching these two girls wiggling and writhing. Each with her 
face flat into the other's crotch. Munching and moaning, and eating and 
sucking like crazy. 

It wasn't a half bad show. 

Janet was on her back again. Barbara was on top. 

Janet was lying upside down and Barbara was spread out right with her head 
towards the head of the bed. 

Barbara crouched over Janet on her knees. 

Her body supported by her elbows. She had both her hands firmly implanted 
around Janet's ass, and she was chewing the clit off the blonde pussy. 

Jack wanted a closer look. 

But as he moved closer he became aware of the fact that Barbara's knees were 
straddling Janet. That left her fantastic ass waving in the air. Further, 
its spread cheeks had her luscious tight pink ass-bud taking the air as well 
as her beautiful round ass buns. 

Everything she possesed was all up in the air ready for the taking. 

Looking at that wiggling ass with its lovely squeezed little sweet spot in 
the middle of all that creamy smooth skin made Jack's dick flex all by 
itself. 

He looked down at it and said softly, "What's this, old man?" he made his 
cock jump in response. 

"Do you see something you'd like to have?" 

And again as if in answer, his huge, now fully swollen and powerful mauler 
jumped again as to nod yes to the answer of the question he'd presented to 
it. 

But before he got involved with the wiggling ass, Jack wanted to have a good 
look at the girls. It was the first time he'd ever been able to see what 
girls did to each other. It was the first time he'd ever had the opportunity 
to view twat twitching tongues go at it at such a short distance. 

Janet and Barbara were working themselves into a real fever. They were 
orbiting into unknown worlds and in completely unknown time spans. Nothing 
existed for them except the munching they were doing at each others 
luscious, young and sweet tasting twats. 

For them it was all pure sensation and complete abandonment. 

Jack bent down and took a good look at the joyfull look look on Janet's face 
as she was darting her tongue in and out of Barbara's twat. He carefully 
studied the roll and the swell and retreat of each of their bodies as they 
undertook each others and their mutual pleasure. 

He watched the bobbing of Barbara's breasts as they hung down from her body. 

It took a lot of restraint for him to not reach out and begin milking them 
like the udders of a young heifer. 

But he did restrain himself. 

Instead he began fondeling his own now swollen and throbbing toys instead. 

He then walked around behind Barbara. And watched her ass wiggle as he 
looked at the brown blow hole and decided the time had come for him to join 
in the fun and get some of this good stuff himself. 

Barbara flexed her ass. She knew something else was up just by intuition 
alone, but she was not in a position to do anything about it. She managed to 
turn her head just enough to catch a glimpse of Jack the stripper. 

"What the hell," she thought to herself, "if he want's to join in. Well, 
what the hell!" 

And she went back to her own business. 

After all she'd been in more compromising situations than this one. And her 
mind took her back to her first experience with fucking and sucking. That 
time she'd been gang raped and had learned the. joys of sucking cock and 
getting fucked in the ass. 

* * * * * 

It was already late, and Barbara was just a little frightened now that it 
was after the hour of one o'clock. She had ridden out to the old lake to 
swim early in the day but had planned staying at her girl friends place on 
the lake for the night. But for some reason she and her family were not at 
their summer resort cottage and Barbara could not get in because the place 
was so well locked up. 

When she'd gone back for her bike it had been stolen. It was a long way to 
town. And she'd waited until after nine o'clock at the cottage, hoping her 
friend Mary would come back. 

At last she had started walking back out of the lake road and had gotten 
lost in the dark. It had taken her another two hours to find her way again. 

Now at last she was on the main highway and was trying to get a Jift back to 
town. 

In the distance she could hear a motor roar or was it a number of motors 
coming her way. 

But it was the kind of sound that had a menacing rumble and could only be 
coming from a bunch of motorcycle engines. She had a hunch that the kind of 
guys who rode them at that hour were not likely to be college boys or for 
that matter boys at all. They were more than likely animals. 

Her instinct for safety made her head for the bushes but the cycles were 
fast and her ability to move greatly slowed down in the dark. 

Before she knew they were upon her. 

Jake, the gangleader had no intentions of letting this lovely young night 
flower go back into the forest without first plucking her sweet necter from 
her. 

He and his men had been spoiling for some kind of action. They were so 
fucking bored that they would have taken a dude and fucked him silly had 
they had the chance. 

But providence had provided them with a luscious young virgin. 

Jake was horny as hell, himself, and as soon as he'd screamed his bike to a 
halt blocking Barbara's retreat into the woods and cut her off from any 
place to run to, the rest of the gang had roared up to the spot. . 

She started to run but he dropped his bike, stalling it and made after her. 

It was important that Jake catch her. His authority could not be questioned 
when it came to gangbanging her. Because at that point he wanted absolute 
authroity. He wanted nobody hurt. Just well fucked, but never fucked over. 
That was his motto and it had kept everyone out of trouble, so far. 

"Gotcha now!" 

"Please! Let me go!" 

"Are you kidding? What you doing out here at this time of night, selling 
violets? Hell, girly you're just asking for a good fucking!" 

"I had my bike stolen and my friends that I was to stay with were not home 
down by the lake and I had to walk back to town. I was just looking for a 
lift back to town." 

"Honey, I gonna give you a lift. A lift that you ain't never gonna forget 
and will always look back on and wish you'd had more." 

"Please, please don't hurt me!" 

"We're gonna give you only the best we have to offer, baby." 

"Where she gonna ride?" one of the gang asked. 

"With me!" Jake intoned. It was a final answer, saying that no more 
quesitons were in order or would be tolerated. 

"Well, then let's get going. Don't want this piece of hot pussy to cool off 
in the night air." 

There was a lot of laughter at that one. 

They decided to tie her up and gag her,'but they decided it wasn't necessary 
after her first resistance and Jake had slapped the shit out of her. She 
just numbly climbed up on the cycle behind him and grabbed on to him and 
held on for her dear little life. 

She realized that they all intended to take her somewhere and rape her. At 
this thought alone she had been stricken dumb with terror. 

Eleven men would be more than she could ever accommodate and survive, she 
felt. Particularly since they were not likely to show her any consideration 
at all. 

Soon she was back in town, Not where she would have liked to be, but in an 
area she had only heard about. It was a run-down area where there were 
abandoned tenements and garbage strewn in the alleys. 

When the bike had pulled and stopped she could take no more and simply 
passed out. 

Jake took her limp form and flung it across his shoulders and led the way up 
a fire escape which led into the roof entrance of the abandoned building. 

This building was their's and no one in the neighborhood came anywhere near. 
So there was no chance for anyone hearing Barbara's cries for help if they 
ever were any. 

He'd, that is Spike and his gang had raped and beaten a chick they'd 
captured from a rival gang some months back and they'd really given that 
cunt a working over. But she was a real bad mouthed bitch. 

Spike realized that in Barbara, he had a lady and he was going to see that 
she was treated as much like one as was possible. But he was still going to 
fuck her and she was going to have to give plenty of head and even take it 
up the ass but it was all to be as painless as possible. 

He didn't want this chick to run back to her rich parents or to be found 
dead by the same and have to hassle all the shit that would come down on him 
if all that money, which it was obvious this kid came from, started a push 
for action and results. He knew that there would be results and the pigs 
would be on his ass the first thing. 

So he was going to make the little lady happy and comfortable but really 
show her that good fucking could be a great thing. 

She was set down at the kitchen table on a broken chair and it was there she 
came to. She found her lips so dry and she began to lick them. 

"I think she's thirsty." one of the ass-holes said in a smart ass voice. 

"How about a drink of hot spunk, little girl?" another offered. 

"You creeps. Shut up your fucking mouths. Can't you see that she's a lady? 
Don't talk like that until she's relaxed and had something decent to drink." 

"What would you like, honey?" Jake's voice was sincerely warm. He liked this 
little chick. She was really different than any of the cunts he'd ever known 
before in his tough world. 

"Could I please have a glass of water?" 

"Water!" 

Jake was really taken aback at that request. 

"Honey, the water in this place ain't fit for the likes of you. But I got 
some nice wine. I got it just for you. After all you're the guest at this 
party." 

"No thank you." she said politely. 

"It isn't polite to refuse." 

"No it isn't. You are right. I'll have a little, thank you." 

One of the creeps tried to give it to her from the bottle and she pushed him 
away. 

"Hold her mouth open!" he yelled in a fury. 

"Not on your sweet ass you fucking dumb-ass hole. Get a glass and make sure 
it's clean. That the way a lady drinks. I don't want her to get sick." 

The glass was found and washed and the entire scene had the whole gang 
breaking up with laughter. All except Jake. He took the glass and filled it 
full and handed it to Barb. 

"Please." he nodded at her as he handed it to her. "I don't want you to get 
hurt or to be mis-used, so you will join us in a toast to you." 

Barbara knew that he meant business and she took the glass and began to 
drink. But the cheap tasting wine made her gag and she almost threw-up and 
in the effort to hold herself together let some of it fly back up and out of 
her mouth. It splattered on Jake's bare chest. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Jake." she was almost in tears. She got up and made 
an attempt to wipe it away with her handkerchief that she had in the pocket 
of her jeans. "Please forgive me. It was an accident." 

It had also run down her chin and all over her shirt and down the front of 
her jeans. 

"Now don't you worry about me. But look at yourself. You'll really have to 
get out of those wet things and get them cleaned up before you go home." 
Jake smiled at her. He loved the touch of her small hand but it had only 
stimulated him to feel the touch of her entire body. 

"Oh, it'll be alright." 

She was about to resist when Jake put out a hand to help her off with her 
things but she decided that she had better not. 

But before she could say anything at all he had literally ripped off her 
shirt and was about to do the same with her jeans. 

She could hold back her terror no longer and she began to scream and scream, 
until the only thing she could feel was the heavy hand of this dark hairy 
covered man striking her over and over. At last she was just completely numb 
and she was standing naked in front of all the gang. 

They were all waiting their turn to fuck her. They knew that after the first 
two were threw fucking her that all the fight would be taken out of her and 
fucked out of her. 

She would also be nice and wet by then. 

"Okay, let's get down to fucking, man!" it was the creep again. 

Jake back handed him with such force that he ended up clear across the room 
and blood was coming from his mouth where he'd cut his lip on his teeth. 

He was so angry and protective toward her at the same time. He couldn't 
understand why and he felt very puzzled. 

Possibly it was her pretty obvious well-bread manners. Even her clothes were 
expensive and her speech was certainly that of a rich girl.. 

His gut instinct plus the late hour at which they found her on the deserted 
road at a spot which was walking distance from one of the richest estates in 
that part of the country were all clues. Maybe the girl was one of the 
Hansons. 

Maybe something bad had happened to her and she was on the run. 

And that was more of the truth than he knew. 

Barbara had been out to the lake running away from her father. Eric Hanson 
had literally bung-holed his lovely young daughter into a numb terror that 
very morning and Barbara out of fright had taken her bike and ridden to the 
lake, in the hopes that her friend Mary and her family would be there. 

Her uncle Marvin's estate was just a mile or so from the Person's summer 
house, that was Mary's family's place, but she knew that her Uncle would 
only call her father and send her back to him and his perverted treatment. 

But twice in one day was to much for her tortured little mind and she was 
now completely numb. She didn't even care what happened. 

She felt the entire world was a fucking piece of shit and you couldn't do 
anything about it until you got old enough to run away from your fucking 
family, which was only her father, since her mother had divorced him three 
years ago and moved to Europe with her new husband and didn't really want to 
have the bother of a young fifteen year old daughter to worry about or to 
have her around. 

Jake was a really sensitive dude. For all his ignorant uneducated ways he 
was underneath a very sensitive man. He had just grown up where sensitivity 
was the last thing you showed if you wanted to survive. He'd survived but 
some how he retained deep in that soul of his a nature that was as sensitive 
as any of the effete young studs with all the advantages. Perhaps, even 
more. 

He shook himself and told himself that he'd better get back to the gang and 
the party that he was supposed to be putting on for these bunch of fucked 
ass-holes he called his gang. 

He hated every mother-fucking one of the bastards. They made him look like a 
jerk most of the time and now as he looked at them he realized that they 
made him look like them, which was worst of all. 

He was handsome and big and hairy and gentle. They made him be gruff, and 
rough and dirty and mean and a fucking crude son-of-a-bitch because they 
couldn't be any better themselves. 

He wanted to give Barbara some more wine. He knew there was no way to spare 
her from the gangbang but he felt that at least if she had enough cheap 
rot-gut in her it would make it a lot easier. 

Jake was amazed at how hard she had fought while her clothes were being 
taken off. But as soon as she was naked and she had no more protection just 
his touch had caused her entire body to go completely rigid. 

Luckily the wine was going through her system more swiftly now, and she 
looked so relaxed that Jake felt now was the time to get it on before she 
threw-up or started another scene and then she'd be fucked to death. 

He couldn't stand that. 

So as not to scare the girl completely out of her fucking mind he was rather 
tender as he lead her to the battered sofa which was the only bed that they 
had on which to fuck her. 

"You're a very pretty girl. You got a great body too. What's your name. Just 
the first. I have a feeling we'd all be better off without any last names." 

"Barbara." 

"Look, Barbara, now I'm going to lay it on you straight. We've, the guys and 
me, we've been a long time without any female company. You know what I 
mean." 

"Yes, Mr. Jake. I think so." 

"Well we sure do want to get to know you a lot better. We all need a good 
big load emptied from our nuts. And we want you to do that for us. We don't 
want to hurt you. But we are really in a lot of pain because of these full 
nuts of ours and the slightest irritation causes us a lot of pain and makes 
us real mean. Now we don't want to be in pain and I know you don't want us 
to be in pain. So will you be a really super-chick and help us?" 

"Please, Mr. Jake. I do understand. But I was already raped once today and 
it was in the ass. I'm really sore there so could you please, not fuck me 
there?" 

The gang began to laugh and howl. 

"Shut up your fucking mouths. The lady is asking a favor, now let me listen 
to her." Jake roared. 

"Well I can't promise that honey, but I can promise that you will be fucked 
with a lot of good lubrication and that if you just relax and try to pretend 
that you really want this or that cock in you because it will give you a 
real lot of pleasure, well then it won't hurt you at all. Okay?" 

She closed her eyes, hoping that it would seem even more like a dream, and 
possibly more bearable. Then she felt herself being laid on the sofa on her 
back. They were all now grobbing and pinching her, but Jake pushed them all 
to the background. 

"Tell me the truth kid. Did a guy ever fuck you before." 

"Not in the cunt." 

"Okay then let's pretend that you and I are just new lovers and that we are 
going to fuck for the first time. Now it is going to hurt a little when I 
first pop your cherry but after that it will all be good." 

"Okay." Barbara trusted this big gentle man. 

Jake could be a brutal animal, life had made him into that, but Barbara knew 
that what he said he would do. He somehow respected her innocence and would 
make it as pleasant as possible for her. At least he would not make it as 
painful as her Father had. 

"Okay you guys, start eating her out!" 

It was an order that Jake didn't have to give twice. He knew just exactly 
what he was doing. 

Barbara became terrified but she did not move when all the hands and fingers 
started grabbing and probing and pinching her again. 

Soon there was a mouth each on her firm little breasts. There was also a 
full warm mouth sucking like crazy on her pussy and most startling of all 
was the one that she felt on her ass-hole. 

It had been so sore. So sore in fact that she had thought she would have 
trouble going to the bathroom but then this wonderful full warm pair of lips 
and piercing tongue started to work on it and seemed to drain all the 
soreness away and leave only a tingling that made her feel like she wanted 
it fucked once more. 

It was incredible. Even though there was a roughness about these men, they 
were good and they were really getting her turned on so that she began to 
moan and wiggle against the many mouths that were attacking her young 
un-tried body. 

But the body was beginning to awaken and she could "feel the lust creeping 
into her loins and she knew that she had to have something more in her 
vagina than just a tongue. 

She also realized that she'd like a good big cock up her ass if it was 
slipped in with lots of slippery saliva. 

Soon she was crying out for more and it was at that moment that they all 
stopped and she felt a big pair of strong arms around her and began to 
cradle her in them. 

"That's it baby. Jake's going to take all that pain away from you so you 
just relax and let me get this big hunk of man meat ready." 

He kissed her a little roughly but it was the gentlest that he had to offer 
and it was in its own way good. 

"Now, I want you to suck my cock and get it good and wet, while I eat your 
pussy and get it good and wet. That way we'll be helping each other a lot." 

Jake should have been a psychologist, his approach was so damned good. Not 
only was he getting his own way but he was getting it the best way possible. 
That was with the full cooperation of this warm young cunt. He liked her a 
lot and he didn't want to hurt her so he just made everything as clear as 
possible and as pleasant as he possibly could. She was too good to be true. 

A virgin, a true honest-to-God-virgin. Chirst he'd never had one in his 
entire thirty years and now he wasn't going to let anything interfer with 
getting it on the very best of terms. 

Soon they were both in position at each other's groin and he urged her on a 
little and soon had the head of his big swollen cock in her mouth and she 
was willingly sucking on it as best she could. 

When he began to eat her pussy she nearly drove her cunt clean through his 
face. 

It made him so excited that he dove into her like a kid into a swimming 
hole. He was good when he wanted to be and by god tonight he was the best 
he'd ever been. 

Soon the both of them were moaning and groaning on the floor like two 
fucking animals. 

The rest of the gang were all standing around jerking of their meats. Until 
one by one they began to play with one another, and then at last at least 
two of the members began to go down on the others. And it was not the least 
brutal of the eleven that had gotten to their knees, but on the contrary it 
was two of the roughest bastards in the gang. Ben and Spike and they were 
mean mother-fuckers. But the both of them were truly Bi-and they just could 
not resist a good hard dick for to long. 

Barbara heard all the commotion as the two studs started to suck off their 
buddies and she had to see what it was. 

"Oh! My God!" was her reaction. "Their sucking the whole things. They've got 
the whole things all the way in their mouths." 

"Sure, they have honey. They are two of the best in the city. Maybe in the 
whole damned country." 

"Can I watch?" She was completely in tranced by the sight of two big, mean 
gang studs sucking the cocks of their buddies. 

Jake thought it might be good for her and she would relax and really get 
into the spirit of the whole damned thing. 

"Sure, baby. Get some pointers from the boys and become one of the best and 
you'll never have to go looking for a good man." 

He took her to where the two dudes were sucking off two other dudes with the 
biggest of cocks. One had a dick that was at least nine inches and the other 
one had one that must have been over that. 

Ben and Spike were holding the balls of each of the dudes they were sucking 
and guiding the huge swollen shafts into their mouths with each stroke of 
their mouths over the throbbing meat. 

Soon Barbara was right down on her knees next to Ben and was watching as 
closely as a kid with her face pressed against the glass of a candy counter. 

"Here, honey, try this one!" Ben put an arm around her and drew her upon to 
his lap, his own huge dong well grounded between her ass buns. 

She took hold of the big hanging sack of nuts and began to guide the big 
swollen dick into her watering mouth. 

"Now pretend you are swallowing all the time and pull back on the back of 
your throat like you are sucking in a big long breath of air. 

Barbara did as she was told and suddenly to not only her surprise but to the 
rapture of the dude she was sucking, the entire shaft was suddenly engulfed. 

"I did it! I did it!" She pulled his dong out and began to jump for joy 
riding up and down on Ben's big swollen cock until suddenly the big monster 
shot its load straight up into her ass hole and onto her cunt. 

The entire gang began to laugh and not but one of them began to like this 
little chick. She had a sense of value, even when it came to a lowly thing 
like sex with them. 

"Okay, baby, that did it! You better get off this piece now or you're going 
to kill my nuts with your jumping." Ben lifted her off and went back to 
sucking on the big meat before him. 

"Come over her, baby, and give this one a try! 

You'll like it even better than his." Spike lifted her up and let her ease 
slowly down over his seven inches of swollen cock until her ass-hole touched 
its head. Then he let out a little moan. 

But Barbara didn't notice much except that something good was slipping into 
her ass and that was alright as long as she could hold onto the sweaty balls 
before and take that luscious swollen head on the cock above them into her 
mouth and try once more to swallow a whole cock. 

She got more comfortable by simply spreading her thighs and putting her 
knees on either side of Spike as he leaned back from his sucking and let his 
knees and lower leg support them both. 

His cock slipped clear into her already used little ass. It was so tight 
that he thought he was going to tear his foreskin off but then as she spread 
her legs and placed a knee on either side of his knees it slipped on in with 
great ease. 

She was in an ecstatic place with a delicious piece of meat in her mouth and 
now going in and out all the way with such ease she thought she would go 
mad. Then suddenly Joe, whom she was sucking, stuck a popper under her nose 
and she got a good wiff of it. 

Then without seeming effort the whole damned cock and balls were slapping 
against her face and her ass-hole had opened up until Spike was pounding at 
her back door with no pain to anyone. 

She felt herself take off on a cloud of sexual magnificience and as she did 
so everything in her opened up and she was off and gone on the whole trip. 

She started sucking like mad on the big mauler in her mouth and riding and 
grinding on the big cock shoved in her ass. 

It wasn't long until Joe began to moan and with loud noise of a coming 
animal let go with the first wad of gism that Barbara had ever had. 

It shot and shot and spurted and came in her mouth until part of it escaped 
the tight grasp of her lips as they remained glued to the big throbbing 
pulsing shaft as it released its spunk. 

The gang began to yell and howler. 

"That's it baby, you got it! Hold that dick! Hold on to it and swallow! 
Swallow!" She was a success. This was something she had never been before. 
She'd always been such a dud at everything, both at home and-in school. Now 
she felt the first real thrill of being a true success and a success in an 
area that all men could appreciate and enjoy. 

Joe pulled reluctantly away, but his spent cock was getting a little sore as 
the tight little hot mouth kept right on sucking on it even after it had 
gotten soft. 

"Next!" Barbara loved it. She was enjoying herself more than she ever had 
before. 

But at that moment Spike let go with his wad into her ass. 

There was a thrusting and a pounding and the next thing she knew she was 
flat on her stomach on the floor and this big sweaty, funky smelling body 
was all but covering her and she was getting her ass pounded in such a way 
that the passion it brought out in her nearly was driving her out of her 
fucking bird. She was trying to desperately to reach her own twat and finger 
the hell out of it so she could come to. Her need was so great that she was 
actually in pain for the want of a pussy penetration. 

Jake sensed that now was his time. 

When Spike had finished throbbing his load into her sweet young ass, Jake 
helped him off and turned the sweet young cunt over on her back and threw 
her legs into the air. 

She was so impassioned, that when Joe gave her another hit of popper, she 
just rolled up as far as she could and held the lips of her virgin pussy 
wide open and screamed at Jake, "Take me Jake. Ram your rod into my cunt! 
I'm so hot. I have to have something happen. I think you know what it is and 
you'll do it for me. Please!" 

"You got it baby!" Jake was on her and mounting in a second. "Okay baby here 
it comes. It is going to hurt when we break your cherry but after that it's 
all good times. 

Are you ready, baby?" Jake asked as he was already bring her bottom down 
into position with his swollen cock. 

Her cunt was quickly coming into the contact of the head of his cock. The 
lips of it were already so swollen from her own manipulations that they were 
not even in the way of his big pulsing rod. 

She pushed herself with a quick thrusting motion right up onto Spike's dong 
and his prick was suddenly traveling up and into her before either of them 
was aware of it. Enough was lodged just within her entrance to so excite 
them both that they both immediately when wild and thrust against each 
other. 

Their bodies crashed up together with the necessary momentum that brought 
them crashing down on his prick and he to have his cock rip right through 
the annoying barrier of her cherry. 

Still caught in the passion of their needs for each others sex organs, in 
and wrapped around one another, and sucked into a trance that his kisses 
were giving her, Barbara did not know she was coming down onto her cherry 
until the final moment she felt the painful tear, and then the harsh upward 
push of his massive pounding cock flesh. 

"Arrrggghhhhhhhh!!!!" she yelled. 

"That's it baby, we did it. And we did it together. Honey, you are now a 
full-fl-edged woman. Baby you are one helluva fuck." And with that she 
wrapped herself around him and just let him pound his massive hips into her 
fully let out groin where her pussy spread wide open for him and it's blood 
stained innocence begged this big, lusty, street brute with the gentle soul 
fuck her until her cunt was aching for the orgasm that finally they both 
reached at the same time. 

For a long time they just lay wrapped in each other's arms. Then she reached 
up and stroked his face and began to cry softly and quietly. 

"What's wrong, baby?" He was worried that maybe she'd been hurt inside after 
all. 

"Nothing, I just love you and you're the first man I've ever felt that for 
and I feel happy and sad at the same time and it just makes me cry." 

He held her very close and ground his body even deeper into her small frame, 
trying to completely engulf her with his warmth and hoping that his saddness 
would go away as well. 

The rest of the gang had gotten off and or been sucked or sucked off someone 
and had by this time gone into the other parts of the apartment after 
watching the final fucking of Barbara by Jake. 

She had stayed with Jake for almost a year and they had lived on what he 
could make and on the money she had taken out of the bank that first day 
that he'd fucked her. She never dared go back for more, because she knew 
that she would be detained for her father. 

Then suddenly, just as he had lived, her father died in a wild drunken brawl 
over his ex-wife, Barbara's mother, somewhere in Europe. He'd shot her 
mother and then drunkenly turned the gun on himself, right in the midst of a 
fashionable dinner party and shot himself in the mouth. 

When Spike brought home the papers one evening to the apartment, for by now 
they had moved to San Francisco and there was no more gang around, she knew 
that there was something bad happening. Bad because he looked so whipped and 
lost. 

"What's wrong, baby?" She had said. She remembered putting her arms around 
him. She had to reach up because he was so big. 

He just handed her the papers. 

"Heiress Sought" and then it went on to tell the story. 

"Okay, but what has that to do with us?" Somewhere, there came pouring forth 
a great strength, "You and I haven't changed, have we?" then she started to 
cry. She knew then what it was that had made him so sad. She would have to 
go back and take care of all the business and accept the inheritance and by 
doing so she would be someone else. She would no longer be Barbara Smith but 
Barbara Hanson Stone. Yes she would always be Barbara Stone, Jake Stone's 
wife. But they would be separated because she was only sixteen and she would 
now have to accept the responsibility of her place and go back to school and 
try to get an education and take care of her life as it was to become. 

But that last night together, was heaven for them both. 

Jake had fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. 

But when he ass-fucked her it was sheer heaven and had made her love him and 
love being fucked in the ass all these past ten years. 

She'd gone back to San Francisco a year later looking for Jake. She'd 
realized that he was really what she wanted but he was no were to be found. 

Perhaps, it was just as well, she had thought at the time. She'd been so 
lonely without him, and she'd for some reason lost all interest in men, 
except for sucking their cocks. Other than that she could take them or leave 
them. But she'd never been ass-fucked again, 'till now. 

And now as it all came flooding back to her, as she and her ass-hole both 
began to remember, and their memories were of the best. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Jack was perched on the bed with Barbara's exposed hole dead in front of 
him. He took his half mast flagpole of a cock and with it in hand aimed it 
carefully and rammed it home. 

Direct hit! It slipped in easily because it wasn't full grown, because 
Barbara was relaxed and was in the excitement of the memories of the past, 
and becuse her legs were splayed and the entire mass was well lubricated. 

Once his huge prick was popped into that tight little ass-hole, it sprang to 
full attention! By this time Janet, who was working away under Barbara's 
ass, was aware something else was going on beside a crotch munch. 

She eased her head back closer to the foot of the bed, and without losing a 
stroke of her busy tongue, she rolled her eyes upwards and strained to see 
what was going on. 

All she saw was the enormous nut bag of Jack's bobbing back and forth and up 
and down before her face. The fuzzy little hairs on it giving its elephant 
like skin the appearance of some strange little animal bobbing around trying 
to get into Barbara's ass hole. The extreme close view of it was so strange 
that Janet had to take a good long look before the full realization of what 
was going on hit her. 

The underside of Jack's sack was already sweaty and funky smelling. It made 
her mouth fairly water as she repressed the desire to take it into her hot 
oral cavity and suck them with untold passion, trying in that manner to get 
the goodies out of his nuts instead of the tried and true fashion of through 
an ejuculation which brought the nut goodies up and out the pulsing 
piss-slit of his enormously swollen cock-head. 

But either way she was into sucking his nuts. 

As Jack rammed his swollen pole home into Barbara's ass-hole, Janet also 
began to get a fine view of his shit hole, that is as her perspective came 
into focus. As far as she could see it was another wrinkly affair surrounded 
by curly hair, the same as that surrounded his nut box. 

It too excited her salivary glands. 

Barbara jumped when Jack rammed her. She had all she could do to keep from 
biting Janet's clit off with her teeth. She noted there was very little pain 
and that, in fact, it felt as it had once so very long ago, and that was 
great. It felt even greater when she felt his cock begin to grow to greater 
proportions within her ass. 

"Yeah-h-h-h," she thought to herself, "that finger fucking cock jocky has 
one beautiful hunk of meat. A heavy piece that is almost as big as Jake's." 

Jack toyed for a while with his new cock sheath. He liked the feel of the 
inside of Barbara's ass-hole. It was nice and slippery and the more he 
fucked it the wider and less resistant it became until at last it was just 
as good as any pussy he'd ever had, and perhaps better in some instances. 

But most of all Barbara liked it and that liking was being transmitted into 
the full length of his enormously swollen and throbbing monster of a hunk of 
cock. 

He could feel her grabbing at his shaft with with the walls of her ass and 
that was just the way he liked it. 

But Janet didn't like it. She began to realize that Barbara's twat was 
flowing honey by the bucket full. She knew her own as good as Barbara's 
tonguing was, was no where near as wet. 

It didn't take her long to put two and two together, that Barbara was 
getting the better time out of this than she was. Jealousy rose up in her 
tiny blonde frame. 

"Why should Barbara have all the fun?" She thought angrily. "I want mine, 
too!" 

Jack had started a slow pumping, taking it easy and slow. It was almost a 
dreamy pace. Anyway for him it was dreamy, feeling that tight little muscle 
massaging his cock. 

"MMMMMMMmmm!" It was good and Jack let both of the girls know it. 

Janet pulled her head back from Barbara's cunt and looked up. She watched 
Jack's scrotum swinging back and forth above her. It was just right for her 
to get the image of one watching one of those enormous steel wrecking balls 
swinging back and forth off the end of a crane. Swinging free then banging 
it's ball against a wall with all it's force trying to break through. 

Barbara was moaning with pleasure. 

Jack too was moaning with a pleasure of his own. 

Janet wanted to moan with that kind of pleasure. 

"Listen," she called up to Jack from under Barbara's ass. "How come Barb 
deserves all the attention?" she was getting no answer. 

"Listen, you fuckers, I want some of that." 

Jack kept up his lazy humping and peered down at Janet's anxious, angelic 
little face. Her pouty lips all knotted up. 

"What's that, honey?" Jack asked lazily. 

"I want to be fucked in the ass, too!" She said right straight out. 

"Do you want me to put my big cock up your ass?" 

"Yes!" 

"Tell, me," he said. "Tell me you want my big fat cock up your tight little 
ass." 

"I WANT YOUR BIG FAT COCK UP MY ASS!!!!!" Janet yelled. 

"Just a minute, honey," Jack murmured. 

"Well hurry!" 

"I'll be right with you, I promise." 

He lazily humped Barbara's ass a few more strokes before he said or did 
anything. 

"Barbara, Baby," he called out, "did you hear what Janet said?" 

Barbara mumbled something unintelligible. 

"Honey, I guess we are going to have to part company for a moment," he 
sighed. "Janet's ass is feeling a bit neglected, it seems." 

Slowly, and with a look of true regret on his face Jack reluctantly withdrew 
his cock from the cunning little ass-hole. He did it with a slow, savoring 
movement that gave his long lusting shaft a delight in every inch of its 
swollen mass. 

Savoring the movement of its trip out through that tight little muscle. He 
stopped for a moment just as the flange of his head hit that tight little 
muscle at the entrance to Barbara's ass-hole. 

Then he eased back little by little until it came out with a pop all by 
itself. Jack sighed. 

Janet wriggled impatiently. "Okay girls," he directed. "Reverse positions." 

The girls scrambled around to get in their respective positions so that 
Janet could get her ass fucked, just as Barbara's had been fucked. 

"I could get to hate you, Janet." Barbara mumbled in complaint. 

"Patience, my black -haired little cunt," Jack told Barbara, "I'll be back 
to you in a jiffy." 

Now he watched as Janet positioned herself where Barbara had been. He leaned 
back and looked at her buns. There were tight and curved just right. As she 
spread her legs to straddle Barbara's head she revealed her smooth crack and 
her ass-hole. It was a neat little rose bud of a thing. And Jack was willing 
to swear it had never been penetrated before. 

The blonde -haired lovely had spread all her virgin ass hole out before him. 

It was spread out like a royal feast before a Roman emperor at one of his 
royal Roman orgies. 

It was too good to pass up. So he accepted the sweet little ass so lovingly 
offered. He grabbed both of Janet's firm cheeks in his hands and shoved his 
face right into her beckoning ass-hole. 

His nose hit home. Right in the concave center of that tiny little hole. He 
nuzzled it, tasted it with the tip of his tongue. He massaged the niggeredly 
little door by rotating his head this way and that. He even tried to nudge 
it open. 

Of course, all of this was getting Janet hotter than a fucking fire cracker 
on the Fourth of July. She had never had anyone nosing around her ass 
before. It was a luscious sensation and she let him know it. 

"ARRRRRRUGGGGGHHH....!!!!" she moaned. 

He was forced to try even harder by her appreciation in sound. 

"Oh! God Jack! By heaven that's so good! I never knew it could feel so good 
back there." 

"It's only the beginning, baby." Jack groaned. 

After the groan he made the promise come true and began licking the entire 
crevass. By now Janet was dripping cunt juice at a record rate. Barbara 
loved it and scooped it out of the tiny cunt by the tongue full. Next to her 
own, it was the best twat honey she had ever tasted. But then the only other 
juices she had ever tasted was her own. 

Barbara didn't mind that Janet was now the one getting the ass treatment. 
She was so well occupied sucking cunt. 

The pre-fuck work-out Jack was giving Janet's ass-hole was not only for his 
own lustful satisfaction, it had another purpose. He could see right away 
that it was a virgin ass. Although Janet begged to have him stab her with 
his swollen distended shaft of love, she had no idea that it might be 
painfull. So a lot of what he was doing ... in fact most all of what he was 
doing was to relax the little muscle. Soften it up for the big thrust. 

Jack was a pro. If there was anything in all this world he knew, it was how 
to turn on a chick. He knew how to get pussy drenched in no time flat. And 
he knew how to soften up the tightest ass to let his huge blood engorged 
shaft in., all the way. Yeah, that was it, one must be able to get one's 
cock into those tight ass-holes all the way, right up to the nuts in order 
to get the best out of it. 

The next step in the process was to reach for the bottle of oil. 

He did, and squirted it out onto the already spit slippery little rosebud 
hole. He added a little oil and repeated the process. 

"MMMMMMMmmmmmmmm." Janet hummed in pleasure while she began to work even 
more furiously on Barbara's box. 

Slowly and methodically Jack worked, becoming totally engrossed in the 
process of watching the little muscle soften up and relax. Further and 
further in he poked his finger. 

But he did it ever so gently. Finally he worked his finger in to the 
knuckle. Then he slowly began to rotate his finger. Slowly and gently 
reaming the little opening wider and wider. 

His cock was responding again by its uncontrollable flexing. 

"Don't worry baby," he chuckled to himself. "It won't be long now." His cock 
seemed to have a mind of it's own and it wasn't about to wait any longer. 

Janet was getting impatient, too. She pulled her head away from Barbara's 
ass, disengaging her lips from the hard clit she'd been pulling on. 

"Now, now," she breathed heavily to Jack. 

"Damnit, do it now!" 

"Do what?" Jack asked innocently. 

"Do what?" she echoed unbelievingly. "Why you fucking bastard, shove your 
meat in my ass, that's what. Shove that fucking love stick of your's into my 
fucking hot ass-hole, you God damned son-of-a-bitch. SHOVE IT IN!!!" she 
nearly screamed, going out of her mind with the crazed anticipation of the 
pleasure about to be hers. 

"I WANT IT!!!'" 

Jack took her at her word and with a perfect aim sank his shaft all the way 
into her virgin ass-hole. 

" 'A AA AGGGGGGWWWWWRRRRHHH!!" Janet screamed in pain. 

For as well as Jack had prepared her for entry it was still too tight and 
his cock, refusing to go in had knocked Janet flat out on Barbara, scaring 
the hell out of her. 

"Shit!" Jack exploded. What a fucking thing to happen! 

He looked at the two bodies sprawled out, one on top of the other and he 
made up his mind what was going to happen. 

"Okay, ladies, you've had your fun, now we are going to get this thing going 
MY way." 

Janet rolled off of Barbara and they both looked up at him. 

Janet was close to tears. That encounter had really hurt! 

She could still feel the pain of the thrust as Jack's huge swollen and 
quivering cock had tried to force its throbbing head into her tight little 
ass-cunt. 

The great head had penatrated the opening only to be ejected most assuredly 
and forcefully. 

Janet had never been any expert at anything to do with love. But then she'd 
never had much chance. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Janet had grown up in the city. There was plenty of opportunity for youthful 
experience in sex. But Janet had always been a shy girl. Besides that, she 
was an only child. Her parents had over protected her. 

They watched her closely. They chose her playmates. And you can believe they 
kept the dirty-minded little boys away. There wasn't any opportunity for a 
childish fling at playing doctor and nurse. 

In grammer school it was the same. Her mother took her to school and to met 
her at the play yard every night. There was no way their little girl was 
going to fall into the clutches of some hot-blooded little boy. No way she 
was going to fall into the clutches of some letcherous old man, either! 

They recognized that she had the sweet, angelical face that attracted sex 
fiends. Her baby blonde hair added to the attraction. And even in high 
school, they hardly ever let her out of their sight. They knew everywhere 
she went and with whom. Not once did they even allow her to stay out over 
night with a girl friend! 

As a result, Janet's natural shyness, coupled with her parent's dogged 
protection, the girl never really got to know what the hell life and sex was 
all about. 

When she graduated from high school two years ago, she had the opportunity 
for her first sexual encounter. The Senior Prom. 

Her parents had conscented to allowing the captian of the football team to 
take her to the prom. He was a very clean cut looking boy. NO long hair and 
as far as they knew he didn't smoke and he didn't drink. 

They knew his family, and what's even better he was a member of their 
church. Now, what could be safer? 

However, they imposed a midnight curfew on the couple. Tommy Farrell, the 
boy in question, was completely distraught. Now he may have been on close 
terms with Janet's family, and he may have been clean cut looking. He may 
even have been a member of their church. 

But Tommy for all that had a hot cock and a dirty mind. 

He knew damn well that Janet had a virgin pussy. One that had never been 
touched by awkward, funbling little boy's hands. It was clean, sweet and 
untouched. And under his giant jock strap, his overhung piece of heavy cock 
meat twitched at the thought of going to town on that cunt. He had had 
visions of how he would violate that cunt. 

He wanted it. Man, he wanted that cherry so bad. That's all he ever thought 
about these days. Busting Janet's cherry. He talked about it in the locker 
room with the other boys. They all laughed and said it would never happen. 

They knew shy little Janet. They knew her over-protective parents. They even 
bet her folks would send her to the Senior Prom with a chastity belt 
padlocked over that desirable little twat. In fact if one were available, 
they probably would have. 

Thank God and heaven helping Janet they could not find one on such short 
notice when they learned that Janet did want to go. 

Tommy took them up on the bet. The way he figured it with his crafty 
strategy, and his proven animal magnetism, he couldn't fail. 

He was a proven stud. Everyone knew it, it seemed except the parents of the 
girls he'd dated. Kids have a way of keeping things like that a secret from 
the oldsters. 

All bets were on the plan devised. But the whole thing hung on having ample 
time. And having ample time did not mean getting Janet home by midnight. 

Tommy thought it over and then decided he would just have to get the curfew 
extended. He did, too. Very neatly. 

He slicked himself up all evening. He chose his clothes with care to look as 
bland and as all-american boy as possible. He shaved close so not a hair of 
his already, well-developed beard showed. He rubbed himself with Sweetheart 
soap just to be sure he smelt soapy clean, and headed over to Janet's house. 

He had called ahead and asked to speak to Janet's mother. He told her he had 
something he wanted to consult with her about and asked if he could come 
over. Janet's mother was flattered and told him of course, come right over. 

Tommy arrived at the front door, spit polished and smelling sweet and clean 
so that it would hide the smell of his treachery. 

He put on his best manners, too. Actually, it was an easy go. He pretended 
he was concerned about the type of flowers to get for Janet. He told her 
parents how much he respected the girl. How good and nice and pure she was. 

How delicate she was and that out of respect he wanted to be sure to make 
this an evening she would remember the rest of her life. 

They ate it up. He congratulated them on raising such a lovely child, not 
wild and depraved like some of those other nasty girls. 

And who would know better, since he screwed them all. 

Janet's parents never really quite knew how it all happened, but by the time 
Tommy left he not only had had a big helping of homemade cake but he had 
secured their promise that Janet could stay out until 1:30! 

He was home free! Of that he was cock sure! 

Janet was really thrilled too, because for the first time she felt grown up. 
She was a vision of innocents and loveliness for the dance. 

Her long gown, full though it was, and demure it still showed off her 
exceptionally well proportioned sexy body. 

Tommy almost blew the whole deal by getting a roaring hard on when she 
walked down the stairs of her home to meet him. Right in front of her 
parents he grew an instant huge bulge right there front and center of his 
crotch. 

Luckily they had their eyes lovingly on their daughter and not on his fly. 
Quickly he readjusted his tux coat to hid his bulging sex organ in it's 
confines beneath his tight fitting pants. 

The dance was great. And by a pre-arranged signal, his friends and their 
dates decided to split at eleven thirty for greener pastures. It wasn't hard 
to convince Janet to do the same. She was caught up in the whirl. Flushed 
with excitement of having finished her childhood days. 

She was beginning to feel like a real woman ... and Tommy knew it. He had 
planned on it! What a deliciously dirty mind! 

Well before Janet knew what had happened she was alone in the back seat of 
Tommy's borrowed car with one horny, heaving football player breathing hot 
and heavy in her ear. 

She was a bit scared, but at the same time she found it a bit exciting. She 
was flattered, too, that this handsome stud hankered after her. 

As long as things were confined to innocent kissing and panting with some 
wriggling body contact, she went along as a willing participant. 

Tommy wanted more, though and before long he made that fact known. He wanted 
to climb that cherry tree! 

With a deft movement he began squeezing her left tit. She flinched. 

"Tommy, what are you doing?" she demanded. 

He shut her up with a kiss and continued massaging that great beautiful tit 
of hers. With his left arm he held her firm in his clutch. 

Janet struggled to no avail. Tommy was massive and strong. And before she 
knew it he had found the zipper of her dress in the back and had unzipped 
it. In the next moment, even before she could protest he had managed to skin 
down the front of her dress and exposed, for the first time to a strange 
male's lusting eyes her jutting, fully poised breasts. 

The magnificience of that pair of womanly tits made Tommy gasp in awe. They 
were creamy smooth, topped at the ends by two ruby nubbs. 

"My God, Tommy! What are you doing to me for God sake? Stop it!" Janet 
wailed trying to free herself from this teenage, oversexed football player. 

There was no way Tommy could answer, even if he had wanted to. His mouth was 
filled with luscious lovely virgin tit. He sucked it. He nuzzled it. He 
fondeled it. He pulled at the end with his teeth and finally coaxed the 
little nubbin into a round hard little bud. 

And when he had finished with the one breast he moved to the other. 

Janet was beside herself with a mixture of fright and pleasure as this 
hulking football hero began to devour her delicious tits. 

She wanted him to stop. But at the same time she didn't. It was as simple as 
that. She was hot and bothered by this time and all of these sensations were 
new to her and she just didn't quite understand what was happening to her 
mind and body. 

When Tommy realized he had her reasonably under control he slowly began 
rubbing her tummy in time to the sucking of her incredible orbs. Janet just 
moaned. 

Lower and lower his hand went until he was massaging the top of her cunt, 
firmly poking his fingers in the depression under the top of her pelvic 
bone. Janet moaned again. The treatment was taking effect. 

"It feels good, doesn't it honey?" He whispered in her delicate little ear. 

"Yes!" She managed to say. 

"Tell me it feels good." 

"Ohhhhhh, it-it-it f-f-feels soooo good." she managed at last to breath out 
in a long drawn out moan. 

Encouraged, Tommy reached down and began working his way up her leg, under 
her long gown. Gently stroking her tender thighs. Kissing her all the while 
fully on the mouth. 

The hand maneuvered to the inside of her thigh and worked it's way craftily 
but steadily towards her silken cunt. When he nudged the nylon encased love 
hole, Janet went mad. 

She almost went through the roof of the car. She began her struggle anew. 

But crafty Tommy held her firm and gentled her by softly stroking her box 
through the nylon panties. 

Before long she had quieted down. And he was off and running again. 

With practiced fingers Tommy pushed aside the nylon crotch of Janet's 
panties. He knew she was wet, for her sweetness had dampened the crotch of 
her panties. So he wasted no time in running his finger in her hole. The 
move was timed to coincide with his tongue pushing its way into her mouth, 
between her soft ruby lips. 

Of course, he knew he was taking a chance of having his tongue bit off in 
the process, but the teenage stud was a good cocksman. He knew his prey. 

The twin assault worked For at least a full five minutes it seemed to Janet, 
Tommy finger fucked her tight little twat and tongue fucked her mouth. 

She was too far gone now to protest, and he knew it. When he figured the 
time was right, he withdrew his finger from her honey soaked cunt, and moved 
his mouth to breathing heavily into her ear and licked it while his hands 
were busy unzipping his trousers. He skinned out of them in no time. His 
swollen hunk of manhood glistening in the moonlight. 

He lost no time in re-positioning them both. Then he hooked his thumbs into 
Janet's underpants and drew them off and down over her shapely thighs. 

Janet was sobbing softly now. She knew she was in for it. no doubt. The 
trouble was, she didn't know what it was exactly that she was in for. 

Tommy whispered his whole lexicon of reassuring words. He knew they would 
work. 

They were tried and true. And Janet fell for them just as all the other 
girls before her had. He was a real con artist. 

Tommy laid her back the length of the seat. He pushed back her dress to 
above her waist, exposing her graceful legs and tempting thighs to the 
moonlight. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Tommy breathed it in. 

Then he gently spread her legs apart and revealed her tiny little virgin 
cunt to his lust hungry eyes. He drank it all in. He looked at the tight 
labia folds that hid the little slit from sight. He traced the line with his 
finger, coming to rest at the little hard clit peeping out at the apex of 
the line. 

His cock ached, but he prolonged his visual pleasure. With the forefingers 
of each hand he gently parted the lips, like the parting of the Red Sea. 

Janet's little love hole came into view. 

It was a wet and moist dripping little hole covered with juices that she 
didn't even understand. 

Tommy wanted to swoop in with his mouth and lick the juices clean. He wanted 
to bury his face in the sweet little virgin twat. He wanted to chew on her 
beautious peaked clit. He wanted to do all of that. But the stinging in his 
young bullish balls and the twitching of his fat juicy heavy cock meat 
reminded him they had to have their way with this little virgin piece of 
ass. 

Recognizing their insistance, he hesitated no longer. She was wet and he was 
hot. But he wasn't an animal. Not completely, that is. He took her, gentle 
and slow, he took her. 

He began by rubbing the taut head of his cock up and down outside of her 
virginal little doors. Slowly wetting his meat's head with her secretions. 

With each stroke upwards he nudged a little harder at her vagina. And each 
time his cock's head forced the tiny opening to part a little more and then 
still a little more. 

"Oh, Tommy, tell me you love me," Janet was moaning. 

"I love you, Honey. I love you." Tommy breathed back at her. 

"Tell me you'll love me forever." she begged. 

"I'll love you forever, honeypot." He crooned into her ear totally unaware 
of anything he was saying, for his total attention was turned to the 
tortously beautiful task of getting his hunk inside that slowly opening box. 
At this point in the game he would have told her anything! Anything she 
wanted to hear, just to keep her satisfied and not to interfer with his 
activities at her love chute. 

The moment came. The feeling of resistance was just right. With one firm 
movement he pepped the head of his cock into the little hole. 

"OOOOhhhhhhhhh.....!!!" Janet screamed. 

Tommy was in ecstasy. 

"Oh, my God. Tommy, tell me you love me. Tell me you love me Tommy!!" 

"love you, I love you, for Christ sakes," he moaned. It never failed, he 
thought angrily to himself. You no sooner get the tip of your big swollen 
cock in and they are off on that fucking love kick again! 

Almost out of spite he rammed his fat swollen meat clear home. 

"EEEEEhhhhhggghhhgg....!!!!!" again Janet screamed only this time in pain. 
"It hurts, Tommy!" she wailed. 

"Sh-h-h-h." He soothed her with his cooing tone. "It's in now, and in a 
minute you'll love the way it feels, you'll see." 

He began massaging her breasts with his hands and then reached up with his 
lips and covered her sobbing mouth and closed it with his own. 

He slowly began humping in and out. Well, there was no need to say that it 
didn't take the young stud all night to get the gism out of his nuts. In 
fact he had hardly started pumping when the tight walls of her box wrapped 
around his big swollen and quivering meat started his big bull balls to 
tingling. 

As he drove the blood engorged rod into her cunt, he could feel every tiny 
muscle and wrinkle in it. His first thrust, he was sure he felt her virginal 
membrane let loose. There was an instant of a quick rush of extra sticky 
warmth. It nearly drove him wild and he almost came on the spot! But somehow 
he contained himself for a few more storkes of his big swollen meat. 

But his balls rumbled and he could feel the sap rising up his shaft. He 
pulled back, almost all the way out. then he thrust his groin forward full 
tilt. He shoved his swollen shaft into the hilt. Full length of her inner 
canal, she had a short box and the head of his big dick rammed into the back 
wall and exploded! 

His big balls discharged one after the other. 

They sent a boiling stream of hot creamy come out at such a forceful speed 
he thought he might rupture Janet's vaginal tissue. Like a high pressure jet 
stream it shot from the end of his fucking rod by the fucking bucket it 
seemed. 

He roared like a fucking lion and then went into loud growles and moans and 
groans. 

Janet, not knowing what it was all about, still thought Tommy was in pain, 
and began crying again. When it was all over, she was crying and he was 
wiping up the puddle of come juice that had poured out of her box all over 
the seat. 

When she was safe in her own bed that night, she thought the whole thing 
through. Her only comment to herself was: 

"Is that what everyone gets so uptight about? But why?" Her tone was one of 
disbelief. 

And from that day until the point in time she now found herself she had no 
reason to believe any differently because she had never known the full joys 
of sexual climax from any of the ass-holes she had been laid by until Jack 
really gave her a good fucking. 

Now she knew life would and could be different from here on in. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

All this ran through her mind as she lay on the bed next to Barbara, looking 
up at Jack. 

But she was jolted back again when she realized that-he was on the verge of 
turning nasty again and for almost the same reason, she had displeased him. 

"Okay, " he said standing above the two girls, hands on his hips and his big 
cock waving in the breeze, "who would like to suck first?" 

"Me!" They both said together. 

Jack chuckled. That was more like it! Of course he forgot the girls had been 
doing a job on each other before he came in and they were both hot to go. 

"Well, I'll tell you what," he said, "how about one of you tonguing my ass 
while the other one sucks my cock?" 

Barbara and Janet just looked at each other. 

Janet made a face that let Barbara know in no uncertain terms that Janet 
didn't want the ass end of it. She recalled what it looked like when she was 
under Barbara's cunt and he was bung holing the back -haired beauty. 

Barbara wasn't that keen about ass-licking, but she wasn't adverse to it 
either. She had tongued her way around a few asses in her life, and it 
wasn't all that bad. 

"You can have the cock first," she told Janet. "But I want to suck him off 
later." and she rose from the bed. 

"Don't worry," fair Janet smiled, eyeing his heavy meat. 'There's plenty for 
both of us." 

Barbara sank to her knees behind the good-looking dude. In a moment her face 
was rubbing up against his backside as she began the examination of his ass 
for its texture and taste. 

She licked his rear with something like reverance. She was just as good at 
this as she was at cock sucking, Jack noted, pleasurably. 

Meanwhile, Janet was busy fondling and examining Jack's cock. Her hands had 
formed a very sensual cone and slid up and down Jack's super cock. 

Taking a firm hold of his swollen monster at it hairy base, Janet leaned 
forward and grasped with her hungry ruby red lips his swollen, quivering, 
purple plum-like cock-head. 

"Oh take it all into your mouth, baby." 

She obeyed and he watched his blood engorged tool disappear into the young 
bitches mouth. 

Janet worked her way down the long and throbbing, beautifully shaped shaft 
at last taking it all into her hungry mouth until the lust swollen balls 
rested against her chin. 

Janet started sucking the bloated organ and he watched in lascivious 
pleasure as her cheeks displayed the marvelous sucking action that was 
giving his great swollen glans and now fully distended shaft such delight. 

But his ass was also taking its share of delight as Barbara, the luscious 
bitch of the Slow Blow, blow-job, made his sweet twitching ass button tingle 
with equal sensuality. 

"You like my ass?" he said turning his head around to look at her. 

"You have a beautiful ass, Mister." And she meant it. For Jack did have a 
beautifully defined and very muscular ass with exquisitely fine thick curly 
pubic hair that completely en compassed the sweet button of his ass-hole. 

"Stick your tongue all the way inside and make me stunned with your 
deliciousness." He ordered her. 

And so she did. She literally rammed her tongue into his behind. 

Once inside she wiggled her tongue around inside his anal cavity. 

Jack laughed easily to himself. For this was much more like it. He felt like 
a king, a powerful ruler with a harem at his command. 

But he began to feel that inner tingling and he knew it was time to do some 
fucking. 

"Okay girls," he announced. "Fun is fun, but its time to cunt hunt. We're 
going to fuck and now. 

With that he threw Janet back onto the bed and thrust himself between her 
gorgeous legs and began to hump and pump her and in no time he was all 
primed from the tight massage his cock was getting from her tight twat, so 
that he was at the very edge of a great climax. 

"You better get set baby. I think I'm coming and you're going to get it. 
Yes, baby, here I come." and with that he joined in with Janet's screaming 
passion and they hit it together. 

The entire proceedings disgusted Barbara who decided she had had enough of 
this guy's fun and games, so while they, Jack and Janet were busy spurting 
hot juices at each other, Barbara grabbed her clothes and made for the 
elevator. By the time they had rolled apart and bathed their delights in the 
afterglow, Barbara Stone was on the street and on her way to the police 
station. 

Janet was in the John cleaning herself up when Jack stormed in, grabbed her 
by the arm and said viciously," Well you're still her, Janet, and believe 
me, you are going to give me my nickle's worth. Now get down on your knees 
and lick my ass out." 

Janet looked sick. Her mind went back to her first look at from below when 
she was eating out Barbara and she had not found it at all appetizing then 
and she did not now and she let him know it in no uncertain terms. 

Jack grabbed her by the arm and forced her to her knees. Janet was sobbing. 
With his other hand he grabbed a mit full of her fine baby blonde hair. 

It was traumatic for Janet. She didn't want anything to do with this dirty 
sex maniac's shit hole. 

But at that moment Janet was saved by the bell. 

Jack listened. Suddenly it occurred to him that Barbara didn't go away for 
good after all. 

Maybe she was coming back to get his big juicy cock after all. 

He released Janet and ran to the elevator. 

Janet took full advantage of this diversion and got into her clothes as fast 
as she could. She was going to escape somehow and now was her chance. 

The elevator stopped and the door opened. 

Jack found himself standing stark naked staring directly into a pair of 
steely grey eyes. 

"Help! Help. Let me out of here." Janet yelled. "Take me down! He's a sex 
maniac who has kept me prisoner!" she yelled as she hid in the deepest 
recesses of the elevator shaking with fear. 

"What's your name?" Asked the tall lithsome, all-together broad. She was as 
cool as a cucumber. 

"J-J-Janet B-Bender," came the shaky reply. 

The all-together gal stepped out of the car. I'll send you down. Someone is 
waiting in a car out front who will want to talk with you." 

She pushed the elevator button, and the doors slid closed and the creaking 
machine groaned its way to the bottom. 

This was a fucking cool chick. Jack found a real excitement in her. He was 
tired of those shy retiring girls who gave a guy so much trouble. Yeah, this 
chick was a welcome relief. 

"Rita's the name." And with that she walked right in and sat herself down 
and lit a cigarette. She didn't wait for any I, S, nor O nor a kiss my ass. 
She just took over. 

When the cigarette was lit she drew in deeply and the raised her head and 
lazily blew the smoke in a slow stream into the air. 

"Quite a thing you got going here," she observed, "did you lure that poor 
little thing up here?" 

"Well, you know how it is...." he h-edged, "well, yes. She came in response 
to an ad I put in the paper." 

"Did she know what she was getting into?" 

"Of course...." 

The steel gray eyes were turned upon him full blast. 

"Well, not exactly...." 

This broad was so cool, she just kept staring. 

"Well-I-I, as a matter-of-fact, no." Jack finally admitted. 

"When did she arrive?" this broad was really cool. 

"Oh, about seven o'clock, ... last night." Jack answered in an offhand 
manner. 

"Really! Then how come she was still here when I arrived?" the woman 
pressed. 

"I wouldn't let her go," Jack confessed with a boyish shrug. "But enough of 
that weak sister. It's women like you that I really get turned on to. 
Strong, beautiful and cool." He moved next to her and patted her big tits 
fondly. 

"What's say we get acquainted," he snuggled closer when she didn't seem to 
resist. 

Jack snaked his hand down between her legs and got the shock of his life. 
His hand hit something hard. A look of horror engulfed him. 

Rita just watched the look on his face in quiet amusement. 

He darted a glance at her, frightened and scared, looking for an answer in 
her eyes. 

Rita's eyes were cold and laughing in a haughty way. 

In total shock, Jack threw back her skirt and revealed a black plastic thing 
strapped to her thigh and fitting snugly in the crease at the cunt. 

"Never seen one of these before, honey?" she asked with a lazy yawn. 

Jack shook his head dumbfoundedly. 

"It's a body recorder." she explained casually while pretending to examine 
her nails. 

"A what?" 

"A body recorder," Rita reaffirmed," and in case you don't know what it's 
for, baby, it's to catch shits like you baby." With that she looked him 
directly in the eyes with her steely cold ones, "I'm an undercover cop with 
the vice squad." 

"But why me?" Jack asked in bewilderment. 

"Are you kidding?" Rita laughed. "Why, baby, we've had complaints on you 
from your office for the last eighteen months. And we've had you under light 
surveillance for the past month. As a possible sex maniac and sex offend "We 
were just waiting for you to make your move, which we knew sooner or later 
you would do. All you guys do. You always go further afield until you pass 
over the border from just another horny guy with a problem to a sex offender 
trying his hand at bondage and discipline." 

"But I did it all in fun...." Jack protested. 

"Honey, that kind of fun is illegal, if both parties aren't conscenting." 

"Illegal? It's my sexual appetite, you see. ... I mean I really need...." 
his voice trailled off. 

"Speak up baby, you're on candid tape." 

Rita leaned over and unstrapped the device from her thigh and leg and then 
put it into her hand bag. From the bag she took out another small device and 
pulled out an antenna and flicked a switch. There was a crackling noise of 
static. 

"You there Betty?" Rita asked. 

"You bet, Rita, and it's all down on tape. Do you need any help up there?" 

Rita looked at the frightened Jack and smiled. "Come to think of it Betty, 
he did show a tendency towards resisting arrest.' 

"I'll be right there, drooled Bruiser Betty. 

"But ... But...." stammered Jack , who was beginning to realize there might 
be something more to this than just helping him down the elevator. 

The elevator ground to a stop and the doors flew open and Bruiser Betty, 
butch hair cut, 5'8" of 215 pounds of woman, walked out. 

"Is that the hot cock?" she asked Rita jerking her thumb towards the 
trembling Jack. 

"That's him." Rita just leaned back and exhaled her cigarette smoke in a 
long thin stream. 

"Where's the bedroom, Honey?" Bruiser crooned at him, "cause you and Bruiser 
got a few things to work out between us." And with that she dragged him out 
of the room with him screaming and yelling for help. 

"I hear you are quite a performer, but it's only on tape ... now, I think 
I'd like a practical demonstration ... for evidence, only, you see." 

Rita continued puffing away on the cigarett making herself more comfortable. 
After all why shouldn't gals like Betty get a little of the good stuff once 
in a while. 

She started looking for Jack's booze. She knew that when bruiser got 
finished balling him he need a couple belts of booze so they wouldn't have 
to carry him down. 

And of course, he'd never tell. He wouldn't dare. 

And besides, Rita shrugged, isn't he getting just what he deserves? 

There were loud sounds of a spanking coming from the bedroom and the crying 
of a full grown man. Jack was getting a little B&D. 


THE END
