Training The Virgin Slaves
by Ivan Jacobs


CHAPTER ONE 

"Hiya doll!" said Frank loudly as he rapped on the front counter. Though 
ad-taker Willa Jones was an extremely attractive girl, Frank called her doll 
not to flatter her, but to get her attention. 

"Oh, hi Frank," said Willa, turning around slowly in her chair. "You sure do 
place more ads in the paper than anyone else I know." The paper was "The Way 
It Is," one of Center City's most popular underground newspapers. Everyone 
who wanted to know all the in spots read it. Everyone one who wanted to know 
all the latest crazes and fads read it. And everyone who wanted to place a 
kinky ad read it. Frank Taylor was placing his ad for the tenth time. 

"The usual?" she asked. 

"The usual," he replied. 

WANTED: Young girls with a sense of adventure. Lots of excitement, action, 
thrills. 

Only attractive girls need apply. 

Write to: Adventure, Inc. P.O. 

Box 203, Cliffwood, Ohio. Also enclose revealing photograph. 

Frank looked pleased. Willa took the ad and made a notation in her book. 
"This will run in next week's issue. You missed this week's issue by one 
day." 

"That's okay, doll. I've still got a couple of girls I haven't processed 
yet." 

"You are too much," said Willa. She looked at him with her little girl 
smile. She checked her book. "That will be twenty-five dollars and fifty 
cents." 

Frank grinned. It was a ritual by now. "Will you take a check?" 

"No." 

"Cash?" 

"No." 

"Credit card?" 

"No." 

"Then how can I pay you?" he asked, knowing the answer all the time. 

"Come over here, big boy," she said, batting her eyelashes at him. 

He opened the door to the office area, and sat down at a chair next to 
Willa. 

In all the years he had been placing ads in "The Way It Is" he had never 
once paid for an ad. Willa Jones had taken to him immediately and made her 
own arrangements with him. 

"Hey, Frank baby, not here! You know the rules." 

"Sorry," said Frank as he removed his hand from her knee, 

"I just lost control. It's been, oh, how long now? A month?" 

"Two, baby. I was about to give you up for dead." 

"Dead I ain't," he said with a grin. "Busy." 

'That remains to be seen," she said. "I get off as soon as my replacement 
gets here. She's late, that fucking tramp." 

"That isn't a nice way to speak of Ella," said Frank. 

"Well, I can't help it if she sucks off every guy she sees." 

"I can think of less pleasant ways to spend a day," said Frank. "I wouldn't 
mind eating out pussy all day long." 

"Ah, here she is. Hi, Ella." 

"Hi, Willa. How's business?" 

"What kind?" 

"You tell me!" Ella laughed her usual elephant laugh. She sure was a jolly 
old girl. 

"Let's go," said Willa. "The billing department is up on the fourth floor." 

"That's where the sleeping quarters are, aren't they?" 

"As if you didn't know that, Frank." 

Frank accompanied Willa into the small elevator. It was something he did 
each time he placed that ad in the paper. Willa had been so taken with him 
the first time that Frank entered the newspaper office. She made a deal with 
him: "Give me something for the ad besides money." 

And all Frank had to give her was himself. Not that Frank minded. He would 
have done the same for a free ad if Willa had been fat and ugly. After all, 
a pussy is a pussy, and when Willa finally admitted that she loved getting 
her cunt sucked out, and would let him eat her in exchange for the ad, he 
jumped at the chance to save a buck. 

The elevator made an unexpected stop on the third floor. "Damn!" exclaimed 
Willa. 

A tall older man got in. "Oh, hi Willa" he said cheerfully. 

"Hello, Mr. Edwards." Willa had told Frank about Mr. Edwards. He owned the 
newspaper and was therefore Willa's boss. 

Both Willa and Frank figured that the older guy's presence put a damper on 
things because he must be going up to take a nap. 

But Mr. Edwards had started to eye Willa. It was as if he knew just why they 
were going up there, and he not only wasn't going to prevent them from 
enjoying each other, he actually wanted it to happen. 

When they got out of the elevator, Mr. Edwards went as far to the other end 
of the floor as he could. He lay down and started to snore immediately. 

Willa and Frank grinned. The old man was out of the way quite neatly. 

"Come on, baby, pay your bill," said Willa. She leaned back on one of the 
sofas in such a way that Frank could actually look up her skirt. She was 
wearing lace panties that turned him on as soon as he saw them. 

His penis started to become erect. Frank could never control himself when he 
looked at a girl with lace panties. He could actually see right through 
them, and was beginning to focus his eyes on her delicate cunt hairs. 

"Come on, big boy, and I do mean big! Is there something you see that you 
want?" 

"Oh, baby, you've got just what I want," he told her. "You've got it and 
double." 

"Well, let me see what you've got," she said. "I can tell that it wants to 
get out and be seen by me." 

Willa put her hand on Frank's fly, and started to rub the bulge. That only 
made his penis harder, and the harder it got, the more she rubbed it. 

"Baby, I want that," she said. "I want that right in my mouth. Come on, big 
boy. Let's have those eight inches of really hard meat right between my hot 
lips!" 

Willa could feel her cunt juices beginning to flow, and she kept moving her 
legs back and forth so that Frank would get more and more excited. 

Frank slowly started to unzip his fly. His long hard spear poked its head 
out between the teeth of the zipper, and Willa gasped when she saw it, even 
though it wasn't the first time. 

"My God, it looks even bigger than before," she exclaimed. 

"That's because I'm really hot for you, Willa. It's been ages, hasn't it?" 

"Too long," she agreed. Willa started to press her fingers underneath her 
skirt, and Frank watched carefully as she started to toy with her cunt 
hairs. 

"I like that, oh, baby, do I like that!" Frank exclaimed as she now had her 
skirt all the way up and he could see that her lace panties were indeed 
quite wet. 

"I like it too," she said. "Come on over here and help me." 

Frank reached under Willa's skirt with his hand and started to massage her 
glistening cunt. 

"Oh, baby, I like that cunt!" said Frank. "God, do you have a hot juicy 
cunt!" 

"Then lick it out, baby," she squealed. "Come on and lick out my fucking 
pussy! Eat it, baby! Eat that goddamn cunt!" 

Frank's dick was throbbing in the air and Willa placed her hand on the tip 
of his prick. She rubbed it back and forth, causing his balls to dance about 
in the air. 

Frank's face buried itself in her nest. As he started to lick her panties, 
she began to ooze more and more of her hot cunt juices and his tongue 
penetrated the lacy fabric so he could taste every drop of female honey. 

"Oh, Frank!" she cried. "Ohhhh! Ohhh! Suck me out! Lick my cunt!! Ohhh! Ohh! 
Lick it! Ohhh!" 

Willa's tits were ripe and fleshy as Frank began to massage them. He reached 
up with his free hand as he used the other to separate the folds of her 
vagina. 

"Suck me dry!" she cried, all the while rubbing Frank's hard spear faster 
and faster. His prick was so thick and fat that she could barely get her 
hand all around it. It was one of the things that attracted her to him. 

As Frank pulled down her lace panties, his head was pressed right up against 
her hot cavern. Willa began to massage his balls, and squeezed them hard 
with her fingers. 

"Ohhh!" he cried, as she pressed his balls flat against his body. 

"Did I hurt you?" she panted. 

"No! Do it again! My balls feel terrific!" 

Frank went wild sucking and licking every drop of female cream that oozed 
out of her steaming nest. He was beginning to lose control as she spread her 
legs as wide as she could. 

"Lick her!" cried a voice from behind. "Eat her! Christ, what a pussy!" 

Both Frank and Willa turned around in surprise. It was Mr. Edwards, whom 
they thought had been asleep. 

He was watching Frank eat out Willa's pussy intently as his own penis was 
out of his pants and in his hand. He was masturbating furiously as he 
watched the two of them. 

"Come on, don't stop! Don't pay me any attention. I want to watch your cunt 
being licked, Willa! Come on, baby, get your pussy sucked!" 

Mr. Edwards was beating off his meat faster and faster. His balls were 
flying about in the air and he started to moan and gasp as his prick was 
ready to explode. 

Willa watched Mr. Edwards, and the closer the boss was to coming, the more 
her hot pussy lubricated Frank's tongue. 

Willa began to scream wildly. Frank's tongue had started to stimulate her 
clitoris, and she was beginning to lose complete control of herself. 

"Eat me! Eat me!" she cried, feeling his entire face plunging into her hole. 
"Suck my cunt! Oh, Frank, eat it out! Suck it all out!" 

Mr. Edwards rubbed his hardon so fast, that as Willa cried out to be sucked, 
he shot his wad, shooting hot jets of come all over the two of them. 

Frank's prick throbbed as Willa now started to rub it harder and harder. 

As his mouth was buried between her legs, she tried to pull his penis 
towards her face so she could suck him off. 

"Please let me eat you," she begged. "I want this cock! Please give it to 
me! You must let me suck you! I must have this cock!" 

Frank knew that if she wanted it, she had to have it. But part of the game 
was pretending she couldn't suck him off. 

"No," he told her. "Let go of my cock and balls! Don't touch me!" 

"Oh, please let me eat you! I want to suck your cock! Please! Please!" 

"What will you give me if I let you suck me?" asked Frank. 

"You can have my pussy to eat! You can suck my cunt all day long! Please 
give me your balls! I want to lick them all over." 

Frank turned around so that his hardon was poised only inches away from her 
face. She tried to reach out with her tongue and start licking his cock and 
balls, but he was still far enough away for him to torture her. 

"That's not enough," he said. "I already have your pussy." 

"What do you want?" she asked. "I will give you anything for your cock and 
balls. I must suck on them!" 

"Let me eat out your asshole, baby!" 

"Yes! Yes!" she cried. She was going wild now. She turned over and he placed 
his tongue right up to her ass. 

"Now I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!" he told her. "You deserve to be 
fucked really hard baby!" 

"Fuck me, yes, fuck me, but then I must have your prick! Oh, Frank, fuck 
me!" 

He started to slide his penis into her rectum, and just as he smashed all 
the way in, he took out his prick and then rammed it into her face. 

She could taste that his penis had been inside her asshole, and she cried 
with pleasure as she started to suck his long hardon, making sure that when 
he came, he would come deep down her throat. 

Mr. Edwards still stood there, his spent cock in his hands, and he started 
to wipe off the semen from his hands. He was ready to get hard again, 
watching his employee get face-fucked with a cock that had been up her ass. 

Frank's balls were flattened out against Willa's chin. He had pushed his 
organ so deeply into her face, that he could almost feel the back of her 
throat with the tip of his dick. 

Frank now slid his fingers between her legs. She could feel those fingers as 
if they were small cocks plunging into her vagina deeper and deeper. Willa 
was almost ready to scream with orgasmic fury. 

"Come on, Willa, suck that cock! That's it, baby! Suck it! Ohh! Christ, your 
tongue is hot! Eat me, baby! Suck my fucking prick!" 

She licked his penis from the tip of his cock head all the way down to his 
balls. His thick juicy balls were ready to release their store of delicious 
cream, and she wanted to make sure that she got every last drop of hot jism 
from his prick. 

"Suck it! Oh, baby, suck it! Ohhh! Ohhh! Suck that fucking dick!" 

With slow even thrusts, Frank rammed his prick all the way into Willa's 
face. She could feel the tension in his cock as her tongue began to lick his 
spear all over. 

Frank felt his balls ready to send out his frothing sperm. His breathing 
became heavy, and the sweat was pouring from his body. 

Willa grabbed hold of his hand and forced it all the way up her cunt. She 
screamed wildly as she started to climax. 

As her juices gushed out at their fastest possible rate, he smashed his 
penis into her face and went wild as his ball juice started to flow. 

"SUCK THAT COCK!! OHHHH! OHHH!! I'm coming! Ohhhh! Suck it! Ohhhh! Eat it! 
Ohhh! Suck it! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" 

His sperm entered her face in thick spurts. She could taste the salty 
quality to his semen as it poured over her tongue on its way down her 
throat. 

His balls slid into her mouth as she drained his prick. They became coated 
with his own jism and he felt as if he had penetrated her entire body. 

Some of his semen escaped her lips, and began to ooze down the side of her 
chin. 

With her fingers, Willa scooped up the traveling come and put it to her 
mouth. 

"I don't want to lose a drop," she said as she inserted her fingers between 
her lips. 

Frank's hand was completely covered with her cunt juice. She had climaxed so 
wildly, that it felt like a steaming and spouting volcano, spewing hot cunt 
lava all over him and the bed. 

Mr. Edwards had a second hardon and as Frank shot his load into Willa's 
face, he started to rub his cock. He was too old, however, to achieve orgasm 
a second time in so short a time span, but he loved playing with his meat 
just the same. 

"Baby, you were better than ever," said Willa as Frank started to remove his 
penis from her mouth. 

"So were you. I guess when we don't do it so often we're better." 

"Maybe we should wait a year for the next one," said Frank half-joking. 

"Not on your life," replied Willa. "Next time, you just make sure you're as 
good as this time, if not better." 

"I'll try," said Frank grinning. 

Frank waited for his cock to get soft, and then he put it back inside his 
fly and zipped up his pants. 

"Well, Willa, I'll see you in a couple of weeks," he said. "When I run out 
of you-know-what's." 

She smiled at him as he headed towards the elevator. 

"What are you-know-what's?" asked Mr. Edwards when Frank had descended. 

"Oh, that's the guy who puts that funny ad in the paper." 

"Which funny ad? God knows we got a lot of them." 

'The one about looking for girls who want adventure. He supplies it to them 
all right." 

"Oh, that's the one. He's the guy who takes these young naive girls and then 
fucks them and ships them out to other guys who want to fuck them. What a 
racket. A kind of sex slavery, isn't it?" 

"Yeah, but the girls doesn't seem to mind. He really knows how to thrill 
them, and the girls who answer the ads don't have much to do with their 
lives anyway." 

"Still, I don't think it's right. Can the girls get away if they don't like 
the guys he sends them to?" 

"I wouldn't know. I never hear about any complaints, though." 

Frank made sure that no one ever heard of any complaints. He had a fantastic 
racket. 

Many girls answered the ad because they were indeed bored with their humdrum 
existence. They usually were fresh out of high school, though some of them 
never even finished the last few years of it. 

When they sent a letter to this legitimate sounding organization, they 
usually assumed that it involved some sort of secretarial work overseas. 

Frank's use of an Ohio post office was just a ruse. All the letters were 
immediately forwarded back to Center City. 

Most girls just sent a snapshot of themselves, not really sending a 
revealing photo. He had wanted pictures of nude girls, but they were too 
young and naive to realize that. 

It didn't matter, though. If the picture appealed to him, he would tell them 
that his Center City representative would contact them. This representative 
was in reality himself. 

He would then tell them stories about the other girls he had placed, saying 
that many of them were working for the royal family in England, or working 
for a Count in Hungary or some such lie. 

It usually had its effect, and the girls would become so enthralled by this 
man that when he became extra friendly with them, and offered them marijuana 
to smoke, they would do whatever he asked, which was always something of a 
sexual nature. 

When he had his fill of them, he would contact a group of friends who would 
then pretend to be famous and rich people. One guy would pick out the girl 
and the girl had no choice. She was packed off to be with this guy and she 
became, in effect, a sexual slave, being forced to live with the guy and do 
whatever he wanted. She was always supplied with dope and if she threatened 
to leave, the guy would say that she could be put in jail for the rest of 
her life on a marijuana charge. 

The girls were made to have sex with anyone the guys wanted. Movies were 
taken of all the girls supplied by Frank and were traded among the group. 

Each guy who took a girl paid Frank a certain fee, as did the girls who 
thought they were paying for their "job interviews" and Frank's expenses in 
taking them on as possible employees. 

Frank, therefore, made money on both sides, an arrangement that he and his 
friends found quite convenient. 

Those girls whose picture he didn't fancy, were never given a call, and no 
matter how many times they wrote to him asking for a job interview, they 
were never to land in his lair, much to their good fortune. 

The typical girl that Frank went for was very young, not more than nineteen 
years old, usually blonde, though he sometimes varied his diet with an 
occasional redhead or brunette. 

They would send a nice letter, saying that they had gotten tired of living 
where they were, and wanted to see the world. 

He would show them the world, all right, starting with his prick and balls. 

If a girl interested him, he would write back to her asking if she would 
make the trip to Center City for an appointment. Since they usually had no 
ties that couldn't be broken, they got the money for the fare, and met 
Adventure, Inc's Center City representative. 

Frank would take them to his "office" and explain to them that jobs weren't 
too easy to find, but he would see what he could do. 

He always took the girls out to dinner and a show, and plied them with 
liquor and pot. 

He got them smashed and stoned, and then he would fuck them. 

Everything had worked fine for a long time. He met dozens of girls who had 
never been fucked before. He knew how to handle virgins. They were soon 
begging for his cock. 

After he had fucked them, usually once, but sometimes he met a girl he liked 
so much he fucked her twice, he invited a select group of men to see her. 
When she went off with him, it was the last he ever heard of her. 

All this changed, however, when Carolyn Jameson responded to his 
advertisement in "The Way It Is." 

She had some trouble at home and wanted to get away from Oceanview. She read 
this underground newspaper secretly, as her parents had expressly forbidden 
her to bring it into the house. 

She was intrigued by the ad promising adventure, and she sent a picture of 
herself that was taken by a friend at the beach. 

She had been wearing a very skimpy bathing suit, and she knew it would show 
her in the best light possible. 

Her letter very simply requested an appointment with the "company." When 
Frank opened his mail that morning, he stared long and hard at her picture. 

She was a beautiful girl. She had long golden hair down to her waist, and 
her eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue. 

She had some freckles, and the clearest complexion Frank had ever seen. She 
should be doing cosmetic commercials, he told himself. 

She looked about seventeen, and as Frank read the accompanying letter, 
realized that he had guessed exactly right. 

"She's some piece," he said aloud. He continued to stare at her picture. 
None of the other girls he had ever met through his advertising had affected 
him quite that way. 

Her breasts were beautifully formed. They were rounded and ripe melons, and 
even through the top of the bathing suit, he could even make out her 
delectable nipples. 

He knew that she would be some knockout when he finally got to meet her. 

The more he looked at this stunning female, the more excited he got. He 
debated whether or not to telephone her rather than write her his usual 
letter. 

Of course, this girl would not get the form letter. No, he decided to write, 
but he would write personally. He chose not to call, because she might ask 
him too many questions that he wouldn't be able to answer, and that might 
discourage her from making the trip to Center City. 

He would have to see her. This girl was driving him up the wall and she 
wasn't even there with him. 

It didn't seem to matter though. His cock was hard even as he looked at the 
piece of paper carrying her image. He wished he could ram his prick right 
through the photograph and fuck what he knew was a really luscious pussy. 

His dick throbbed within his pants. He felt in a way he hadn't felt since he 
had a crush on a teacher many years ago in school. 

Then, he had wanted her so much, but was unable to have her, that he simply 
stared at her and masturbated, getting his pants all sticky and wet. 

Carolyn Jameson was having the same effect on him. His cock hurt as it was 
confined underneath his clothing. 

I sure would like to fuck this chick, he told himself. His prick started to 
ache more and more as he gazed at her picture. 

Slowly, almost without realizing what he was doing, he started to unzip the 
fly of his trousers. 

His meat burst out of his fly the second the zipper past that point. 

Still gazing at her likeness, he started to touch the tip of his dick, 
longing to feel her soft moist bush against his body. 

He leaned back in his chair, his hand on his hardened spear, and started to 
rub. 

"Ahhh!" he exclaimed aloud. It felt good to touch his penis. He imagined 
that it was Carolyn's hand that was rubbing his dick, and that just made his 
meat even stiffer. 

He placed her photograph against his prick. He maneuvered it so that her 
face appeared to be pressing against his prick head. 

Imagining that she was now sucking him off, he started to rub his penis 
against her picture, pressing the stiff paper against his flesh, and moving 
back and forth. 

His balls tingled with excitement. He continued to rub his cock against the 
photograph and soon felt that wild sensation he usually only felt when his 
penis was being licked by a girl's tongue. 

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna get you!" he said aloud. "I'm gonna get your sopping 
wet pussy around my prick, see if I don't!" 

He continued to rub his prick shaft against the glossy paper. Though it 
wasn't the most comfortable way to jerk off in the world, Frank didn't mind. 
He was beating his meat against the portrait of the most beautiful girl in 
the world. 

His balls twitched with excitement as he rubbed back and forth. He was 
nearing orgasm and he wanted to shoot his come all over her picture. 

"Come on, baby, I want to fuck you!" he shouted to her picture. "I want to 
smash my fucking dick right through your goddamn hot cunt hole!" 

His penis started to tremble. The veins in his cock were pumping really 
hard. 

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna fill you up! I want to fuck you! Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm 
coming, baby! I'm coming all over you." 

His prick erupted and his semen spurted out of the tip. The hot jets of 
cream gushed out so fast, that much of it overshot the photograph and hit 
the floor. 

He rubbed and rubbed his long hard meat until his balls were nearly empty. 
"Wow, what a turnon, baby!" 

With his penis still dripping, he continued to gaze at her picture. It was 
almost as if he could keep a perpetual hardon with just her photograph. 

With his cock still pressed against her picture, he composed a long letter 
to her, practically promising her the moon. He was sure that she would come 
to Center City and meet him. 

With the way his cock responded to a mere picture, he couldn't wait until he 
had the real pleasure of meeting her in person. He would go so wild with 
her, that she would never want to let him go. His prick got hard again just 
thinking about it. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Frank waited for Carolyn's reply to his letter patiently. Every day he 
waited for the postman to arrive and then carefully scrutinized each item to 
see if it was indeed from Carolyn. 

He received many letters from girls all over the country. Most of them were 
from girls who were so ugly that he couldn't bear to even look at their 
pictures. Those he tossed away immediately. 

He ignored even the letters of the attractive girls. He waited only for 
Carolyn's response. 

Several of his friends called. They had been promised young girls and Frank 
was not following through on his promises. 

"Yeah, soon," he said. "Soon. No one has answered the ad who would interest 
you." One guy called all the way from England. His last girl had run away, 
and the English girls were all too uptight to live with him. He knew the 
American girls would "put out" for him, and he was very horny. 

"I don't care what she looks like," complained the English fellow. "Just so 
long as she has a hot cunt." 

But Frank chose to ignore all his clients. He waited for Carolyn. Without 
Carolyn, he would let the business go to hell. 

Several times Frank masturbated over her picture. Though it had gotten quite 
tom and dirty, he still rubbed his penis against the paper until he came. 

He was getting pretty despondent. He was sure that Carolyn had changed her 
mind, and that she no longer was interested in finding "interesting and 
unusual occupations at home or overseas." 

His reverie one morning was interrupted by a telephone call. 

"Hello?" 

"Hello, is this Mr. Taylor?" 

"Yes." 

"You may not remember me, but my name is Carolyn Jameson. You were the one 
who placed an ad in "The Way It Is" and I answered it. You wrote me a reply. 
Do you remember me now?" 

He had to laugh. Did he remember her! "Yes, I remember you," he said. He did 
more than remember her. As soon as he realized that it was his dream girl on 
the telephone, his prick started to get hard, and he unconsciously began to 
rub it. 

"Good," she answered. "I was wondering if you happen to have a job for me." 

"A job?" 

"Yes. You know, I would really like to work in Paris. Do you have any 
openings in Paris at all?" 

Frank was silent for a while. Finally, he asked her where she was calling 
from. 

('Actually, I'm across the street from you," she said. 

"WHAT!!" 

"Yes. I left Oceanview yesterday and came to Center City this morning. I 
checked out your address and I'm in the phone booth on the comer of Fifth 
and Cedar. Could I meet you right away?" 

"Right away?" Frank was too stunned to think clearly. "Um, uh, of course. 
Where did you say you were?" 

"Fifth and Cedar." 

"I'll be right there." He hung up the phone without even saying goodbye. He 
raced down the stairs and opened the front door. 

Sure enough, standing inside the telephone booth, still with the receiver in 
her hand, was the Queen of Goddesses herself. Carolyn Jameson was twice as 
pretty in person as she was in her photograph. 

Her hair was reflecting the sunlight, and it looked as if there was a halo 
around her head. 

She was wearing a simple dress which did not reveal how beautiful her body 
really was. 

She carried only one small piece of luggage, and that was set on the ground 
outside the phone booth. 

Frank strode over to the comer. He was almost right on top of her before she 
noticed him. 

"Mr. Taylor?" she said hesitantly. 

"Yes. You must be Carolyn." 

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Taylor." 

Frank simply held her hand. The warmth of her body was being transmitted to 
him, and he never wanted to let her go. 

Though Frank was a very attractive man, and had seemed really nice in his 
letter and on the phone, there was something about him that Carolyn thought 
a bit odd. Though she couldn't put her finger on it right away, the 
sensation that Frank's charm was only on the surface never strayed far from 
her mind. 

"You must be tired, Miss Jameson," he said. "Let's go back to the office so 
you can rest up." 

"Why thank you," exclaimed Carolyn. "That's awfully kind of you." 

"Not at all," responded Frank. He knew what he was doing. 

As they walked back to Frank's house, Carolyn felt a strange sense of 
foreboding, but she made an effort to dismiss such thoughts from her mind. 

It's only because I'm in a strange place, that's all, she told herself. 

"I'm sure you could use a drink after such a long journey," he told her. 
"What will you have? I've got a pretty well stocked bar." 

"Oh, just a coke," she replied. 

"Just a coke. Nothing stronger?" 

"No, I don't drink. I guess it's because of my strict upbringing." 

"You must tell me about it someday, Miss Jameson." 

"Call me Carolyn." 

"Okay, Carolyn. Then you must call me Frank." 

"Well, Frank, someday I'm sure I will tell you about my life in Oceanview, 
but it's a bit too painful to discuss now." 

"I understand." Frank was all sympathy to this young and gorgeous naive girl 
who had just arrived in the big city. He knew when to come on strong, and 
when to appear kind and gentle. Whichever method he chose, it was only to 
achieve his ends, and in this case it was Carolyn's golden pussy that he was 
after. 

He returned with a glass filled with coke. But instead of only coke, he had 
put in just a minute quantity of rum, not enough for her to detect but 
enough to get her started. 

"Mmm, this coke is good. I guess I'm really thirsty." 

"Coke tastes better in the big city. Maybe they make it differently here." 

"It seems that way." She drank it down quickly, and before she could even 
ask for. another, he refilled her glass with the same ingredients, though 
this time there was just a dash more rum. 

She was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol, and he told her that 
if she was really tired, she could lie down on the sofa for a moment. 

"Thanks," she said. "I'm really getting sleepy." 

"A long ride will do that to you," he said, anticipating having a wild 
affair with this girl. 

Carolyn made a great effort to find out just what kind of work Frank was 
able to find for young girls. She was eager to travel and see the world, and 
was sure that she would be in Center City for only a few days before she 
would be on her way to Europe, preferably Paris. 

"Where are you staying?" he asked her, hoping that she wouldn't already be 
committed elsewhere. 

He was lucky in that she had made no arrangements yet. 

"Well, I figured I could get a hotel room or something cheap. I have enough 
money to last me several weeks, though I hope to have a job before that." 

"Well, I'm sure we can come up with something," he said. 

He refilled her glass once again, and by this time she was feeling quite 
high. Frank continued to stare at her, and he could feel that his body would 
never be able to get enough of this girl. 

Carolyn fell asleep on the sofa, apparently the alcohol being too much for 
her, and just when Frank was going to move over to her and start touching 
her in her sleep, the doorbell rang. 

Annoyed, he went to answer it. "Who is it?" he asked. 

"Mark Hudson. Now come on, Frank baby. 

Open up the fucking door." 

Mark was in an irritable mood. Frank knew what the guy wanted, and was in no 
mood to deal with him. 

Frank opened the door, and started to tell Mark to go away. 

"Someone is asleep, and you'll wake her," said Frank sharply. 

"Who? The girl you promised me? Come on, Frank. I already paid you for two 
girls, and you only sent me one. I want the other one, and I want her now!" 

"Mark, cool off willya? I told you to call Laurie Rabson. She's just your 
type. She's real young and she's got some hot pussy. She would be willing to 
do anything you asked her to. You could send her to work for you as your 
laundress." 

"You've met Laurie, haven't you?" 

"Yes. Obviously. She gives great blowjobs, by the way. You do like blowjobs, 
don't you?" 

"Love them, but not when they're given by a girl with crooked teeth. I 
called Laurie. She's a dog in my book." 

"But not in mine." 

"I pay you, Frank. You are supposed to send me groovy chicks. Now who do you 
have upstairs? I want to take a look at her. I paid for her and I want her!" 

"Hey! Don't you go up there! That one isn't available. She's not your type." 

"We'll see about that, Frankie baby." Mark stormed past Frank and entered 
the room where Carolyn was sleeping. Mark quietly opened the door and stared 
at the sleeping beauty for several moments. 

"Well? I want her. Wake her up and give her to me." 

"No. She is not going to leave this house. Firstly, no girl ever leaves here 
without my fucking her. And secondly, she is never going to leave here. I 
want her for myself. You'll get your second girl. Just give me time." 

"Time? I've given you plenty of time. Well, if I don't get this one, I want 
someone equally gorgeous. Understand Frank? And if I don't, I don't just 
want my money back. I'm going to see that you wind up at the bottom of the 
river with your feet in concrete." 

"Don't threaten me, big boy. We made a deal and I'll keep my end of it, 
don't you worry. You'll get your girl and in the meantime your first one, 
Susie will have to do. She's a good lay, and you know it." 

"Sally is her name and I'm getting tired of her. Besides, that's not the 
point. I paid for two and I want my two." 

"Okay, okay," said Frank. "I'll have someone else for you by the end of the 
week." 

"Okay. Agreed. But if you don't, I get this one. You just make sure that I 
have some really hot cunt by the end of the week, okay Frankie baby?" 

"Yeah, sure Mark. Now get lost. I've got some work to do." 

"Yeah, like shoving your dick up sleeping beauty. I know you." 

"Goodbye, Mark." 

See ya, stud." Mark left and Frank slammed the door behind him. 

Mark was going to be a pest. He could already tell. Mark had seen Carolyn, 
and now he would probably not want anyone else but her. 

Well, he wasn't going to get her. That much was certain. Carolyn belonged to 
himself, and no one would ever touch her. 

He opened the door to her room and looked longingly at her. Perhaps if he 
just touched her. She wouldn't awaken, and he could just touch her skin to 
find out how soft and delicate she really was. 

"Is that you Owen?" she asked softly, still half asleep. 

"It's me, Frank. Frank Taylor. I just wanted to see if you were all right." 

So there was someone in her life. That could complicate things. Whoever this 
Owen was, Frank already hated him. 

"Oh." Carolyn seemed somewhat startled. She opened her eyes wide, and for a 
moment became frightened. 

"Where am I?" she asked in near panic. 

"It's okay baby. You're with me. Just relax. Here. Have another drink." 

He handed her the remains of her last drink, which she gulped down, thinking 
that it was simply coke. 

"Thanks." 

"You were talking in your sleep," he told her. 

"I was?" 

"Yes. You kept repeating 'Owen, Owen' over and over again." 

"I did?" She looked alarmed. 

"Who is Owen? Of course, I don't really mean to pry." 

"Owen is my brother. I didn't know I talked about him in my sleep." 

"But you did. Well, it doesn't matter." 

"Oh, but it does. But I can't talk about it now. It's too painful." 

"Well, when you are ready," Frank said soothingly. 

Carolyn started to get up. She looked at her watch, and made as if she was 
going to leave. 

"Oh, but you must stay," said Frank. You have no place to go. You can stay 
here until we get you a job. That way, you won't have to worry about running 
out of money." 

"Gosh, that's awfully kind of you," said Carolyn, beginning to wonder if her 
strange feelings about Frank weren't false after all. 

"Sure. I have a spare room for you, and you won't get in the way at all." 

Carolyn hesitated. Though she kept protesting that she would be a burden on 
him, he knew that she would ultimately agree to his proposal. She really had 
no choice. Had she decided to leave anyway, he would have kept her there by 
force. 

"Here, this is your room," he said, showing her to a well-kept bedroom. 
"It's pretty comfortable. I'm sure you'll like it." 

"I really appreciate all you're doing for me," said Carolyn. "I hope that 
I'm going to be able to repay you for all of this." 

"Don't you worry your pretty head about it for one moment," said Frank. 
"Don't even think about repaying me." 

Carolyn was beginning to feel comfortable with Frank. He was perhaps a 
really decent sort of fellow, and her sense of unease had probably been due 
to her apprehension at being in a new and big city. 

Frank carried her suitcase into her new bedroom and sat down with her on her 
bed. 

The more he gazed at her, the more he knew he had to possess her. Even if 
she was a virgin, she would simply have to give in to him. She would have no 
choice in the matter. 

He put his arm on her shoulder, hoping that she would respond warmly to his 
gesture. 

But she didn't encourage him, and, in fact, started to move away. 

Frank realized that just being nice to her was not going to make her jump 
into bed with him, and he figured it was time to become a bit more 
demanding. 

He took the precaution of locking the door, so she could not make a quick 
escape. His facade of gentility was beginning to peel away. 

"I think I'd like to go wash my face now," she said, in an effort to keep 
their distance. 

"That can wait. I want you to tell me why you are here and what sort of job 
you are looking for." 

"Uh, well," she said slowly, "I guess I just wanted to leave Oceanview to 
find a change of atmosphere." 

"Good. You'll find a change here all right." He made a second attempt to 
touch her on the shoulder, and this time she moved away more quickly. 

"Hey, what's your rush?" he asked sharply. "Don't try to pull away from me 
while I'm being all friendly-like to you." 

"Oh, sorry," she said, a bit confused at his change of attitude. 

"It's not nice to be unfriendly when I'm trying to be real nice to you." 

This time he clamped his hand on her shoulder, and wouldn't let go. 

She realized that the pressure on her was quite strong, and when she felt 
his hand slowly moving down from her shoulder to her breasts, she felt her 
body becoming rigid and tense. 

"Hey, baby, just relax," he said. "No one is going to hurt you. Just relax 
and you'll feel just fine." 

"Uh, look Mr. Taylor, I mean Frank. I'm a bit tired now. I really would like 
to go to the bathroom." 

"Just relax, baby. Here. Take a whiff of this. This will make you feel 
really nice and happy inside." 

He pulled out a small vial from his pocket, unscrewed the top and held it to 
her nose. 

She inhaled only slightly, and then reeled back against the bed. 

She started to gasp for breath, and then, with her heart pounding wildly, 
she felt Frank beginning to climb on top of her. 

"It's great stuff baby! It's called poppers. Amyl nitrate, baby! It's going 
to send you into orbit!" 

Whatever it was doing to her, it was making Frank wild with lust. One whiff 
of amyl nitrate could make his prick stand up straight no matter where he 
was. 

Frank pressed his crotch up against Carolyn's belly. "Feel that baby! Come 
on, feel it! Ahh, it feels great, doesn't it?" 

He immediately put the inhaler up against Carolyn's nose again, and forced 
her to breathe in the fumes. 

She started to feel a great sensation of previously unknown pleasure 
overtake her, and though she still tried to resist Frank's advances, her 
will to resist got weaker and weaker. 

She could feel his stiff member pressing though his pants against her body. 
It seemed as if his cock was so big and hard, that it could rip right 
through her. 

"Touch it, baby!" he cried. "Come on, give me your hand and touch it!" 

He took hold of her arm and pressed her hand against his fly. She gasped. 
She began to want to touch his prick over and over. 

"Yeah, baby, I knew you'd like it. Here, have another whiff." 

This time, Carolyn greedily inhaled the amyl nitrate. This particular 
chemical always had that reaction on the girls Frank attempted to seduce. 

Though he tried at first to seduce them by charming the panties off them, 
when that failed, he brought out the poppers, and even against their will, 
they wanted to make love to him. 

Carolyn was no exception, and she felt the vapors overtaking her. She now 
wanted to have his meat inside her. She didn't care about anything else in 
the whole world. She wanted Frank to fuck her. 

His prick pressed out as hard as it could. She began to rub his trousers, 
feeling every inch of his thick and long dick. 

"I want it! Ohhh! I want it!" she panted. Frank smiled. He had her where he 
wanted her. She loved cock. The amyl nitrate was like a truth serum. She 
loved cock, and that was going to be his weapon against her. 

"Give it to me!" she wailed. "Ohhhh! I want this! I want it!" 

He took her hand and placed it on his zipper. "Go on and get it, baby! It's 
inside. You know where it is! Open up my pants and you'll find what you're 
looking for!" She quickly pulled down his zipper. As soon as she did so, she 
reached in and started to feel that warm piece of flesh she had begun to 
rave. 

"Rub it hard, baby! Come on, rub my fucking dick hard! Ahh, that's it! Come 
on, baby, touch my fucking cock!" 

His penis poked out of his trousers and she rubbed the palms of her hands 
against it. She could feel the blood pounding and racing through his meat. 

He took her hand and placed it on his balls. Though she loved that cock, it 
was obvious to him that she was a novice at sex. She didn't quite know what 
to do with his prick and balls. 

"Now rub it up and down, baby!" he told her. "Rub it all over." 

She began to masturbate him. His balls swung wildly in the air as she rubbed 
his spear harder and harder. 

Frank had to slow her down. After all, he didn't want to shoot his semen all 
over her. He wanted to plunge his prick deep within what he knew was her 
golden pussy. 

He put the amyl nitrate to her nose once again, making sure that the potent 
vapors always were having their effect on her. 

His cock head was purplish red, and it kept bobbing up and down. 

Now he started to undo the top of her yellow dress. She was wearing a bra, 
which he easily managed to remove. 

Her breasts were like ripe melons. They were soft, succulent, and juicy. 

His hands gently massaged her orbs, rubbing his palms against her nipples, 
feeling them becoming as hard and as stiff as his cock. 

She groaned with pleasure as she felt her tits being caressed. "I want it!" 
she whispered. "Oh, please, I want it!" 

Frank smiled. He never thought that she would become so willing after she 
inhaled the amyl nitrate. Some girls still tried to fight a losing battle 
with the poppers, but Carolyn had gone all the way. She wanted to be fucked 
now as much as Frank wanted to fuck her. 

The top of her dress was down, and Frank bent over and began to kiss her 
golden brown nipples. 

They were so sweet to his tongue, that he started to cover them with his 
saliva. 

He buried his head against her boobs, and rubbed them with his hands against 
his lips. 

All the while, she was manipulating his penis. It felt good to be handled by 
a young girl, and he wished that he could sustain this position for hours. 

He knew, however, that if she massaged his dong too long, he would erupt 
with a thick stream of come shooting out of his cock. His balls sent him a 
signal that they were ready to shoot, and he had to pull away from her touch 
so he could save his jism for her pussy. 

He now started to lick her belly. He was working his way down her vagina, 
and as he approached that area, he could already smell the delicious female 
aroma that was emanating from her twat. 

He unbuttoned the few buttons that were keeping her dress in place, and as 
he pulled her garment off her body, she started to twist and writhe on the 
bed. 

When he finally removed her dress entirely, all she had left on was a pair 
of panties, that were totally and thoroughly wet. 

Her cunt juices had already started to flow violently. Just to make sure 
that she would in no way weaken, he held the inhaler to her nose once again. 

This time, the effect was double what it had been before. 

Frank had wanted to slowly remove her panties with his mouth, licking at her 
oozing vaginal creams as he did so. 

But she was too far ahead of him. She pulled down her panties quickly, and 
pressed her hands against her golden nest. 

"Ohhhh!" she moaned as she writhed all over the bed. "Ohhhh! I want it! I 
want it!" She started to slide her fingers into her cunt, and Frank saw her 
clitoris as she separated the flaps of her pussy. 

He slowly put a finger inside her hole, and realized that she was no virgin. 
He was a bit disappointed at discovering that he would not be the first guy 
to slide his penis into her, but at least he was sure the pleasure would 
still be considerable. 

"I want it!" she moaned again. She wasn't looking at him, but rather at the 
ceiling, her eyes rolling back and forth in anticipation of wild pleasure. 

"Oh, baby, you want this piece of meat?" he asked, holding his cock in his 
hand. 

"Yes! Yes!" she squealed. "Oh, please let me have it! I want it! Oh, please! 
Please!" 

He started to rub his penis up and down in front of her. She tried to grab 
it, but he pulled away from her before she could get to it. 

His balls were bouncing around right near her face, but she couldn't get 
close to it. 

"It's here for you baby!" he cried, still pulling on his shaft. "Do you 
still want it?" 

"Yes! Yes!" she cried, starting to plunge her fingers into her hole deeper 
and deeper. 

"Where do you want this piece of meat?" he teased. 

"In my cunt! In my cunt! Oh, please fuck me! I want it! Please fuck me! 
Ohhhh! Ohhh!" Slowly, he repositioned his body so that his cock was now 
poised right up above her vagina. He still hesitated before sliding his dick 
into her hole so as to make her beg even harder for it. 

He gave her another whiff of the poppers. She screamed to be fucked and 
started to try to pull his cock into her slit. 

"Let's see you fuck yourself first," he said. "Shove those fingers all the 
way up your fucking cunt! Come on, baby, fingerfuck yourself really hard!" 

She smashed her fingers all the way inside her slit. He could see her cunt 
glistening as the juices reflected the light. 

"Okay baby, now you are going to get it. Spread your legs baby! My cock is 
going to smash right through you!" 

She pushed her cunt towards him and met his dick as he started to slide it 
into her. 

He could feel her wet cunt lips as he parted them with his long arrow. 

Her cunt walls closed in around his organ as he plunged deeper and deeper 
into her hole. 

"Ohhhhh!" she cried. "Fuck me really hard! Fuck me hard! Ohhh! Ohhhh!" 

His penis was now all the way into her slit, and he started to pump in and 
out, causing her to scream in ecstasy. 

She could feel his balls slapping and hitting against her pussy. She kept 
twisting and thrashing about, rubbing his balls with her hands and 
desperately trying to open her cunt up even more for his long and thick 
meat. 

His body pumped rapidly. She felt every inch of his dick as he rammed her 
hole faster and faster. She begged for him to do it even harder, and he went 
wild, smashing and pounding his cock into her as hard and as far as it would 
go. 

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Ohhhh! Fuck me! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEE!! FUCK 
ME, OWEN!! FUCK MEEEE!!" 

Frank had gone so wild, he hardly noticed what she had called him. But he 
didn't care, because his penis was just on the verge of shooting. 

"Get fucked, baby!" he shouted. "Get fucked fucking hard!" 

His balls danced wildly in the air as his shaft plunged all the way in and 
then out of her oozing vagina. 

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot you full of come! Get fucked! Oh, baby, I'm 
coming! Ohhhh! I'm coming! I'M COMING!!!!" 

He screamed as his penis erupted and sent forth huge jets of creamy semen. 
The spurts of jism shot into her vagina, and she could feel that hot juice 
penetrating her hole. 

They rolled and twisted about on the bed, his cock still shooting hot liquid 
into her craving cunt hole. 

Some of his sperm leaked out of her cunt, and began to flow down her side. 

She scooped up the jism with her fingers, and then licked those fingers. 

"More!" she panted. "Oh, please I want more! I want you to fuck me again, 
Owen. Fuck me! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" 

Frank lay on top of her, his cock still inserted into her cunt, and looked 
fondly at her. 

She began to relax slowly. The amyl nitrate was beginning to wear off, and 
she finally was able to regain control of herself. 

"Why did you call me Owen?" he asked gently. 

"I called you Owen?" 

"Sure. You said before that was your brother's name." 

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. 

"Is something wrong?" 

"No, no, I can't tell you. I can't talk about it. Oh, please let me go 
home." 

"Carolyn baby, come on. Don't be afraid of me. Didn't you enjoy it?" 

"No. Yes. I mean no. Yes, I enjoyed it. I'm so confused. Please let me go 
home." 

"You look upset. Does it have to do with Owen? Did your brother fuck you?" 

Carolyn looked as if she was about to cry. Frank began to feel really sorry 
for her. She was such a lovely girl. Up until now, he had wanted her just to 
fuck her, but now he was actually beginning to like her, if not love her. 
Frank was not capable of real love. 

"I don't want to talk about it," said Carolyn. I just want to go home." 

"You can't go home now," he said, perhaps a bit too sharply. 

"But I must." 

"No. You are here to find a job, and I'm here to help you. Don't worry about 
a thing, Carolyn. In no time at all, we'll have you on your way towards a 
really exciting career. 

She was silent for a time. It looked as if she was about to drift off to 
sleep, but she kept reopening her eyes and looking around her as if to 
discover where she was. 

"Who was that man who came in to look at me?" she finally asked. 

"What man?" 

"The guy who was here before." 

"I'm the only one who was here," said Frank. Then he remembered Mark. "Oh, 
just a friend. I know who you mean." 

"I thought it was Owen," she replied. 

"I thought you were asleep." 

"I was, but Owen, I mean that guy woke me up." 

"You know, you have got to tell me about you and Owen." 

"No. Please don't ask me again. Please don't. I don't want to talk about 
it." 

"Okay. I won't ask you again." Frank had no intention of keeping his 
promise. It sounded like it might make an interesting story, and it would 
also be something that he could use against her in case she wanted to run 
away from him. 

And Carolyn's running away was something that he would never tolerate. She 
had really turned him on in a way that no other girl had ever done, and he 
would never give her up. 

"I want to go to sleep now," she said. "Please let me sleep." 

"Very well," said Frank. He kissed her on the lips and then left her on the 
bed as he got up and straightened himself out. 

He had a good deal of work to do. Now that he had fucked Carolyn, he could 
devote his attention to the other girls who were still waiting for "jobs." 

There was no question about it now. Carolyn was his, and no one, not even 
Mark would ever be able to steal her away from him. Carolyn was his own sex 
slave. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

He sat at his desk for a long time, sorting out the mail. There were 
pictures of girls who were too ugly to even reply to, and pictures of girls 
whom he knew he would only want to fuck once and then forget about. 

But the most immediate problem was his associate Mark Hudson. In a rash 
moment, in an effort to get Mark out of his house, he agreed to give him 
Carolyn if he didn't have a girl for Mark by the end of the week. 

Now he was determined that no one would ever get Carolyn, not even Mark, but 
Mark was also a determined sort, and there would be trouble brewing if he 
didn't find someone for Mark right away. 

He looked over the latest answers to his ad, and picked out several. He 
would contact those girls who lived in the area, and would then meet them 
and "interview" them. 

The one who was the most attractive was Mary Gregg, who lived at the other 
side of Center City. 

Rather than waste time on a letter, he used the telephone to contact her. 

At first, he thought that she lived with her parents, but when someone at 
the other end answered his call, he realized that she was living in a 
commune with several other guys and girls. 

"May I speak to Mary Gregg?" asked Frank in as businesslike a tone as he 
could. 

"Yeah, hold on a sec," was the reply. "Who is this, by the way?" 

So the guy wouldn't be jealous, Frank told him that he was handling Mary's 
job application. 

That produced a roar of laughter. "Mary's looking for a job? That's a new 
one! That old slut is gonna find a job? Ha!" 

Frank patiently waited for Mary to come to the telephone. 

He asked to meet Mary right away, as he thought he would have something for 
her of interest. 

At first she didn't know who he was, but when he explained that he was the 
one who had put the ad in 'The Way It Is" newspaper, she immediately agreed 
to meet him. 

It was obvious that she wanted to get out of her domestic situation, and 
even while. Frank was talking to Mary, he heard the jeers of the guys in the 
background saying things like, "So where are you gonna get cock if you get a 
job?" And, "Hey, Mary, what are we gonna do without your pussy?" 

Mary ignored them, but Frank was pleased. She wouldn't take much convincing 
to go off with Mark, and that would solve a major headache for him. 

He gave Mary his address, and she promised to be there in an hour. Frank 
quickly showered. He wanted to appear at his best when Mary showed up. 

Frank made the decision to break one of his rules. He made it a point never 
to send out a girl without sampling her wares first. No girl could get a 
"job" without Frank first fucking her. 

But Carolyn was there now, and he didn't much feel like fucking anyone else. 
He wanted to save all his strength for that girl. 

Mary arrived on time, and Frank was pleased with her appearance. She was 
every bit as lovely as her photograph, and he asked her some routine 
questions about being able to get away for a long time and finding out as 
discreetly as he could just who would be looking after her if she 
disappeared for a while. 

She answered the questions to Frank's great satisfaction, and then asked her 
to wait while he made a phone call. 

"Hey, Mark, baby, I've got one for you. She's a bundle of dynamite and she's 
going to be a real turnon for you." 

Mark sounded pleased. Frank didn't say that he had sex with her. He would 
have lied if he had to, but Mark assumed that if Frank found her 
satisfactory, so would he. Frank had the reputation of never sending anyone 
out unless the girls' pussies pleased him. 

He gave Mary Mark's address, and sent her on his way. He was sure that Mark 
would want to keep her. 

Frank went back to look in on Carolyn. He made a bit of noise entering the 
room, and she awoke with a start. 

"Owen! Is that you, Owen?" 

"Okay, baby," said Frank as he sat down next to her on the bed. "I think 
it's time that you told me all about Owen." 

"No," she protested, "I can't. Please don't ask me about him." 

"I'm going to ask you about him, and you are going to tell me about him." 

Carolyn started to object, and he put his hand over her mouth. 

"Now I don't want no trouble from you, sister. You obviously have the hots 
for your brother, and that sort of turns me on. Now don't let me start 
getting ugly. Tell me about Owen. Did your brother fuck you?" 

Carolyn was beginning to get a clearer idea of the man who had promised her 
a job. She knew she would have to get away from him, and she figured that 
she would have to catch him off guard. The way to do that would be to give 
in to him until he relaxed and let her out of his sight. 

Carolyn realized that her door was locked. She could even go to the bathroom 
only when he gave her permission to do so. Her first instincts about this 
guy had been right all along. 

"Well? Tell me about Owen. You started to get me all hot and bothered about 
it, and you don't want me to get all frustrated now, do you?" 

"No," said Carolyn, who really didn't give a damn. "No, I'll tell you." 

"And it better be good. I know you have a thing for your brother. There's 
nothing like. a little bit of sisterly love, is there?" 

"It's going to be very difficult," she said, "so you'll have to be patient 
with me." 

"Honey, I've got all the time in the world. I'm dying to hear about what you 
and Owen did together. Look at this? This is how much I want to hear about 
Owen and you." 

Frank put her hand on his crotch. He had a hardon again, and Carolyn 
realized that she was going to have to do some fast thinking if she didn't 
want this guy to fuck her again. She figured she would talk for a long as 
she could, and then make a dash for it. If she left her luggage behind, 
well, at least she would be escaping with her life. 

"Now you keep your hand on my cock all the time," said Frank. "If you feel 
that my prick is getting soft, why then it means that you aren't telling me 
the truth about what you and your brother did. As long as I have a hardon, 
I'll know you are telling me the truth." 

He made sure she touched his penis all the while, and that in itself, was 
almost enough to make him come in his pants. 

* * * 

Well, it really didn't start with Owen. It started about a month ago when I 
had just gotten home from school. 

Usually no one is home at three when I get out. My parents both work, and 
Owen has a job that keeps him away from the house most of the time. 

I walked in the door and headed straight for the refrigerator, as is usual. 
I always have a sandwich when I get home. 

I started to get out the tuna fish, when I heard a noise. I was startled, 
because I thought I was alone. 

"Who is that?" I asked in fear. 

"Who do you think?" was the reply. There was no mistaking that voice. It was 
my father's and he sounded drunk. 

"Oh, Daddy. What are you doing home?" 

"Jerking off, what do you think." 

"Daddy, don't talk like that," I said. "How come you're not at work?" 

"Because I got laid off, that's why," he answered. 

I was shocked. "But how could they do that to you?" 

"Because they are mean sons of bitches, that's how." 

"Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry." By now, he had come out of the bedroom, and it 
was obvious from the way he walked and the way his breath smelled that he 
had been drinking quite a lot. 

"Yeah, I bet you're sorry," he sneered. "Come here and tell your old man how 
sorry you really are." 

"I am sorry, Daddy," I said. "I'm sure we'll manage though. Mother is 
working, and Owen is working and we'll get by. You'll get another job soon, 
I know it." 

"But you're not working," said my father. "Why don't you get a job?" 

"Daddy, I'm still in school. I'll get a job when I graduate." 

"You ought to work now," he said. There was something in the way he spoke 
that gave me the shivers. 

"Daddy, I'm not trained for anything. I couldn't get a job even if I wanted 
to." 

"You don't have to be trained for the kind of job I want you to get. You've 
got all the training you need." 

"Daddy, what are you talking about?" 

"Here! This is all you need to start working!" I was shocked when he put his 
hand between my legs. I shouted at him but he threw me onto the floor. 

Before I knew what was happening, he was on top of me, struggling to get my 
blouse off. 

"Come on, baby, show me how sorry you are that I got fired. I'm gonna fuck 
you, Carolyn. My dick is gonna ram right up your fucking hot pussy hole!" 

"No, Daddy, no!" I screamed. He tried to rip my skirt off, but he was too 
drunk to be coordinated. He did manage to get his hands on my tits, and then 
he quickly unzipped his fly. 

I saw my father take out his prick and balls and he started to jerk off, 
desperately trying to get my skirt and panties off. ' 

"I want to fuck you!" he shouted over and over. "Come here and let my dick 
slide up your fucking hot hole!" 

I tried to get away, but he was too strong for me. He pressed his penis 
against me and rubbed and rubbed. 

I could feel his cock pulsating and throbbing. I was terrified, because I 
had never seen an erect penis before. 

He kept rubbing his meat against my body, and forced me to rub my hands 
against his balls. 

I refused to look at what he was doing, and kept my eyes shut at all times. 

Finally, he started to groan and pant, and I suddenly felt something warm 
and wet hitting me all over. 

I opened my eyes, and saw that some milky fluid was pouring out of my 
father's prick and landing all over me. 

He screamed wildly, and made me rub that liquid all over my face. 

"Next time it will shoot into your cunt," he said gleefully. "Next time I am 
really going to fuck you, baby." 

I was so terrified I didn't know what to do next. I managed to get away from 
him at last, and ran into my room. 

I could still hear him laughing wildly. I had never been so humiliated in 
all my life. 

I said nothing about this to anyone. It was too embarrassing to talk about 
it even to my closest friends or my mother. I was afraid that everyone would 
laugh at me. 

Days passed and my father said nothing to me, but kept looking at me 
strangely. I knew that it wasn't my imagination, because I saw him lick his 
lips several times as I went by. 

I became more and more nervous and didn't want to be in the same house as my 
father, but I simply had no place else to go. 

My brother Owen had noticed that there was something bothering me, but when 
he would ask me what was wrong, I merely said I was tired or didn't feel 
well. 

It was just the other night, that my father came into my room and told me 
that he was now ready for me. 

The rest of the family was out, and I had almost forgotten his previous 
threat to fuck me. 

"Okay baby," he said with a leer, "I've been waiting for this moment for a 
very long time." 

"What are you talking about, Daddy?" I asked. 

"This," he said, and he started to pat his crotch. I turned away from him 
and he began to approach me. 

"Get away! Get away!" I screamed. I was so terrified, I didn't know what to 
do or where to turn. All I could think of was that I wanted to kill my 
father. 

"Come on, Carolyn baby! Relax! I'm going to make you feel good! Oh, you are 
going to feel really good and hot!" 

He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I couldn't look at it. He tried 
to force me to touch his prick with my mouth, but I simply refused. 

"Hey, don't get so uppity with your father!" He grabbed my arm and pressed 
it against his balls. I screamed and screamed and screamed. 

I think I must have frightened him, because when I looked up, he was gone. 

I started to cry. I don't know how long I was crying, but when I turned 
around, I saw a figure standing over me, and I started to scream again. 

"Hey, Carolyn, what's wrong?" 

I looked closely, and realized that it was not my father, but my brother 
Owen. 

"Oh, Owen, I'm so glad to see you!" I put my arms around my brother and 
hugged him really tight. 

"What happened?" he asked me. "You look as if you've seen a ghost." 

"Worse," I said. 

"Well, what's wrong? What did you see?" 

"I don't want to talk about it," I said. "I can't. It's too painful." 

"If you don't talk about it now, it will only get worse and worse. Please 
tell me. I'm your brother. I can help you." 

I realized that he was right, and that I should tell him everything. "It 
involves Daddy. I don't want him to hear me." 

"He's gone. When I was coming home, he just got into the car and zoomed 
away. I don't know what's wrong with him either." 

"Well, he tried to rape me." 

"WHAT!!" 

"Yes. Daddy tried to rape me." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes. He tried once before, but I was too terrified to tell anyone about it. 
But tonight, he came into my room and wanted me to kiss his cock." 

"I don't believe it! Oh, I don't mean that I think you're lying, but that's 
just incredible! He actually wanted you to kiss his prick?" 

"Yes. He tried to press his balls against my body. His cock was standing 
straight up, and it looked as if he was going to stick it into me." 

"What happened?" 

"I started to scream. I guess I frightened him away. I hope he never comes 
back. At least he didn't do this time what he did last time." 

"What was that?" 

"Last time he actually made that cream come out of his prick and forced me 
to rub it into my body. I thought it was disgusting." 

"It certainly is disgusting what a man can do to his own daughter." 

"But that cream was disgusting too. I think all cocks are ugly and 
disgusting and they do disgusting things." 

"Well, Carolyn, you've had a bad shock and fright, but that doesn't mean 
that all cocks are disgusting. Not all men are like that, you know." 

"Oh, they are! All their cocks are disgusting. I hate men! I hate men 
because they have cocks that shoot horrid cream!" 

Owen started to laugh, and that just infuriated me. "What are you laughing 
at?" I demanded to know. 

"I think you're being silly," he said. "It's not the guy or the cock that's 
disgusting. It's what a guy does with it when the girl doesn't want him to 
that is." 

"No. That's not true." 

"Most girls find that cocks give them pleasure. They enjoy it when a guy 
fucks them, but only if it is done with love." 

"That's impossible. How can a cock give a girl pleasure?" 

"Well, I take it you've never been fucked?" 

"No. Daddy wanted to, but I wouldn't let him do it." 

"Good for you. Well, if you had wanted it, then his penis would have made 
you feel really good when he slid it up your vagina." 

"Is that what he wanted to do?" 

"Oh, come on, Carolyn. Don't tell me you don't know about things like that?" 

"Well, how could I know. No one ever told me these things." 

"Would you want me to tell you?" 

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" 

"No, of course not. " 

"But how could you prove that a cock inside my vagina would give me 
pleasure? Just because it says so in the books doesn't make it so." 

"No, but the day will come when you will meet a guy you like and you'll let 
him fuck you. You'll see how much pleasure it can give you." 

"The only guy I like is you, Owen. Does that mean that if you fucked me, 
you'd give me pleasure?" 

"Carolyn, I can't do that." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I'm your brother." 

"So? You have a cock. If you're a man you must have one. And if you said 
that when a girl likes a guy his cock would give her pleasure, then I don't 
see why you can't fuck me." 

"Carolyn, it just isn't done. The guy who is going to fuck you for the first 
time, should be a boyfriend." 

"You always said that you would be my boyfriend, Owen. Do you mean that you 
lied to me?" 

"No, I meant a different kind of boyfriend." 

"Okay. If you don't want to, I don't mind. Just don't ever tell me anything 
when you don't mean it. That's what I mean about men. They always lie." 

"Carolyn, it wouldn't be right." 

"Why not? You said it would give me pleasure. All I've gotten lately from 
anyone has been pain." 

Owen started to turn away. He looked as if he couldn't make up his mind as 
to what to do. 

"Come on, Owen. At least prove to me that not all guys are disgusting. I 
won't believe it until you can prove that to me." 

"Carolyn, you're making things very difficult for me." When he turned around 
again, I could see that there was a bulge in the front of his pants just 
like Daddy had. 

"I want this," I said, putting my hand up on his fly. He moved away quickly, 
but I really wanted to see if he was telling me the truth or not. 

His prick felt larger than my father's cock. I thought that perhaps it was 
because he was a younger guy or something, but when I told him that, he only 
turned red. 

"I don't think we should get started like this," he said. "You might be 
sorry." 

"You mean you'll hurt me like Daddy?" 

"No, it's just that if you keep touching me there, I won't be able to stop 
and you'll discover that my penis shoots out liquid just like Father's cock 
does." 

"I don't care!" I was becoming quite insistent. He had convinced me that a 
cock was supposed to give a girl pleasure, and I figured that I might like 
it better than chocolate ice cream. 

I continued to touch that bulge. My brother's dick was getting harder and 
harder, and I started to press it with the palm of my hand. 

That apparently made him really excited, because the next thing he did was 
to take my hand and use it to pull down his fly. 

"We really shouldn't be doing this," he mumbled, but I didn't care. I wanted 
it, and could see no reason why we shouldn't. 

His cock shot out of his pants as soon as I lowered the zipper. 

I gasped. It was huge and looked just like my father's dick. His balls were 
bigger, though, and I wondered why two guys' cocks look like they are of 
different sizes. 

I started to rub my hands against his balls. He just leaned back and sighed. 
I guess it must have made him feel really good. 

"Do you like what I am doing?" I asked. I really wanted him to enjoy it. 

"Oh, yes, oh, yes!" he said. "Do it harder! Oh, that makes me feel so hot!" 

I rubbed his balls over and over again, and he finally started to put his 
hands on my body. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"I want to touch your tits, Carolyn. I want to rub my fingers all over your 
tits and your nipples." 

I let him reach inside my clothing and when he started to massage my 
breasts, I felt a really strange sensation course through my body. 

"Ohh, that does feel good," I said. "I like that. Is that what is meant by 
fucking?" 

He laughed. "No, Carolyn. But that is what you do before you actually fuck. 
It feels nice to me too to touch your tits." 

He continued to rub his hands all over my tits, and that seemed to make his 
penis even stiffer. 

Owen began to run his fingers all over my body. He started to reach down 
inside my panties, and I let him, because I started to feel all itchy down 
there. 

"Oh, Carolyn, your pussy is so soft and delicate," he told me. "Let me touch 
your pussy from the inside!" 

He removed my panties, and then rubbed his hands all over my cunt hairs. I 
felt good, and realized that he had been telling me the truth about what a 
guy and girl do. 

"This feels so good," he said as he pushed me back so that he could climb on 
top of me. 

His dick was poised right up above my cunt, and I knew now that he was going 
to put his cock inside my vagina. 

"Just relax baby," he said as he started to push his penis into my hole. 
"This is going to make you feel really good inside." 

The vein in his long spear was very visible, and I wondered how that thing 
was going to make me feel good, but I figured that if Owen said it, it must 
be so. 

I could feel the pressure of his prick trying to enter my cunt, and as he 
started to penetrate me, I felt the beginnings of some pain. 

At first, I didn't believe it, because he had told me that it would be 
pleasurable, but when the pain got greater and greater, I begged Owen to 
stop and take his cock out of my slit. 

"Wait! Wait!" he said. He was refusing to listen to me. 

"Take it out! Please! It hurts! Owww! It hurts! You promised! You said it 
would make me feel good!" 

"It will, baby, just give me time!" 

He then started to withdraw his penis, and I thought he finally was going to 
stop. But instead of stopping, he quickly rammed my cunt again with his dick 
and forced himself all the way up my hole. 

I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Owww! Owww! You're hurting me! Owwww!" 

It was a good thing that I didn't look down at that moment, because I would 
have seen blood. 

As it was, as soon as the pain reached its height, it subsided immediately, 
and I began to feel the pleasure that he had promised me, but had so far 
been denied to me. 

"Ohh, that's good now!" I moaned. "That does feel so good now!" 

"Yes, it's good for both of us!" he said, as he began to press harder and 
deeper into my hole. 

I could feel his penis pounding in and out of my vagina, and I put my arms 
around his ass to force him into me even more. 

His balls were beginning to slap against my pussy, and I felt as if I wanted 
to take his balls in my hole at the same time as his shaft. 

He started to scream, and for a moment, I thought that I was hurting him, 
but he was only crying out with pleasure. 

I hadn't realized that a guy could feel so good while his cock was inside a 
girl's vagina. 

But the more that Owen fucked me, the better I felt. 

He started to grab hold of my tits really hard, and he squeezed them with 
all his might. 

At first, I thought that too would hurt me, but I was wrong. The more he 
squeezed, the more I wanted him to squeeze. 

I started to feel my cunt juices flowing out of my hole. His cock was well 
lubricated, and it pumped in and out of, my slit, driving itself in deeper 
with every thrust. 

I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into a well of pleasure. I was being 
fucked by my own brother whose cock was pounding pleasure into my body. 

"Fuck me!" I cried. It felt so good. I had never felt such pleasure before. 

His dick rammed even harder into me. All I could think of was that I wanted 
Owen to fuck me all the time. I knew that nothing else would matter to me 
but my brother's cock and balls. 

His balls shook furiously as he started to groan louder. He started to bite 
me on the lip, and even though there was pleasure in that, he bit so hard 
that my lip started to bleed. 

"Oh, Carolyn baby, I'm going to come! I'm going to fill you up, baby! Get 
fucked, Carolyn. You are sure going to get fucked!" He smashed his cock all 
the way into me, and then cried out loud as I felt the liquid pouring into 
me. 

"I'm coming!" he cried. "Ohhh! I'm coming! Ohh! I'm coming! I'm coming!" 

My pussy juices flowed faster than ever as his semen spurted into my slit. I 
held onto him really tightly and tried to capture every inch of his spurting 
meat. 

His balls became covered with a mixture of my pussy juices and his semen. We 
rolled over and over, his cock still inside me, and I wished that this 
moment would never end. 

But Owen began to remove his penis from my hole after the last drops of 
sperm had oozed from the slit at the top of his dick. 

"Please don't," I begged. "I want you to keep your cock inside of me all the 
time." 

"Carolyn, I'm sorry," he said. 

"Sorry? For what? I loved it. You were right. Your cock wasn't disgusting at 
all. It was wonderful!" 

"Look, I'm really sorry for fucking you. I shouldn't have done it. You were 
a virgin, and now you're not. I didn't mean to spoil things for you." 

"Spoil what? Owen, I loved it. I was afraid of men before, but now I'm not." 

"It's just that I got carried away. I would never have fucked you if I had 
known that you were a virgin." 

I couldn't believe the change in Owen. He could hardly look at me. He took 
his cock out of my vagina, and then turned away from me as he got dressed 
and zipped up his fly. It was as if he was completely embarrassed about my 
having even seen his dick. 

"Owen, come back! I want you! I want you to fuck me again and again! It was 
wonderful, Owen. Please fuck me again!" 

But Owen wouldn't even look at me. All he said was that he was sorry and it 
was wrong. 

I couldn't believe it. He had made me feel so good and now it was all over. 

He left the house after writing a note for me. In the note, he said that 
what he did was wrong, and that he hoped I would someday forgive him for 
what he did. 

He didn't come back that night, and when my parents asked me about it, I 
said that I didn't know where he had gone. 

I was really upset, and I received a telephone call from some woman who said 
that Owen had apologized again for what she didn't know, but that he 
couldn't ever see me again. 

That's when I knew I had to leave home and travel. I couldn't bear to be in 
that same house where I had felt so much pleasure, and was never again to 
feel my brother's cock inside my cunt. 

When I saw your ad, I immediately contacted you. I wanted to be away from my 
entire family. I miss Owen too much to be able to live there without him. 

* * * 

During the telling of her story, Frank had made sure that her hand continued 
to rest upon his crotch. 

It had really turned him on, and she had started to rub his penis which had 
remained quite hard. 

"I guess you were telling me the truth," he said to her. "My dick is really 
hard." 

Carolyn was silent. After talking about her brother, she simply couldn't 
bear to have sex with this guy. Frank was turning out to be what she had 
always thought all men were like, and after she expressed her love for her 
brother, to let Frank's dick into her was simply unthinkable. 

"I'd like another coke," she said, getting up and heading towards the door. 

"Don't you leave this room," Frank ordered. "I'll get it for you." 

He didn't really need to yell at her, since the door was locked, but he 
wanted to instill a sense of fear in her so she wouldn't ever try to escape. 

Frank got up, his prick still causing a bulge in the front of his pants and 
went down to the refrigerator. 

There was no coke left. She had consumed it all. 

"Sorry," he said when he returned. "I'll get some for you tomorrow." 

"I wanted it now," she said. "Perhaps I can go to the market to get it." 

Frank laughed. "You aren't going anywhere, young lady. You are going to stay 
right here until I have had my fill of you." 

"You mean I'm going to be held prisoner here?" 

"Call it what you like, sister, you aren't going to make one move until I 
say so. Got that?" Carolyn said nothing. She would have to get away from 
this guy at all costs. He was obviously not going to get her that job in 
Paris that she had been sure she would get from him. 

Frank was really horny, but he didn't want to try to fuck her right at this 
moment. She would have to be softened up a bit or her pussy juices wouldn't 
flow properly. There was nothing pleasurable about fucking a dry cunt hole. 

Frank left Carolyn locked up in her room, and went back to his desk. He 
thought of jerking off, thinking of Carolyn, but decided to try to get some 
poppers to her. They worked before. She had turned into one screaming and 
juicy slut. 

Unfortunately, he was all out of amyl nitrate, and he would have to go to 
his supplier for some additional capsules. 

He would do so, he told himself, right after he set up some additional 
appointments with several of the girls who had recently sent in responses to 
the ad. If he didn't get a girl for Mark quickly, he would come and take 
Carolyn away from him. 

Frank hoped that the girl he sent Mark would be satisfactory. Though he 
hadn't fucked her, he took a chance that she would be juicy enough for him. 
He knew, however, that he would have to interview other girls just in case. 

If Mary turned out not to be a good lay, then Frank could really be in 
trouble. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Just as Frank was about to telephone one of the other girls, the phone rang. 
It was Mark. 

"Hi, babe, how's your ass?" Frank was trying to be friendly, hoping that 
Mark would be in a good mood. He was overly optimistic. 

"All right, where did you get this one from?" 

"Who?" 

"The dud you sent me." 

"You mean Mary?" 

"Yeah, I mean Mary." 

"You mean you don't like her?" 

"I mean just that. Christ, Frank, how could you have sent her to me? She 
doesn't even suck cock." 

Frank suddenly realized that he neglected to find out that vital statistic. 
Mark was one of those guys who likes blowjobs as much as he does fucking, 
and any girl who won't eat his meat is useless to him. 

He had been in such a hurry to .send someone to Mark that he never found 
out. Usually, he would fuck a girl and then casually talk about sex, finding 
out all the things that she liked and didn't like. 

Mark was furious. "I am going to take Carolyn away from you, kid, if you 
don't come up with someone fucking fast. Now you owe me one broad, and I 
want one who can suck good cock!" 

Frank didn't have much time left. He would have to find someone for Mark in 
a couple of days, and that wasn't going to be easy. 

"Are you sure about Mary?" he asked Mark. "Sure? Of course I'm sure. I even 
drugged her and plied her with alcohol. She screamed and begged to be 
fucked, but she wouldn't even look at my prick when I pushed it in front of 
her face." 

"Well, is she a good lay? Or do you just want someone who sucks cock?" 

"I want someone who does everything. That was the deal we made Frank. I paid 
you five hundred fucking dollars for this broad, and I want someone who will 
do as I tell her." 

"If you force her, I'm sure she'll come around," said Frank. 

"I want someone who wants to do it. I don't want to force them to suck me 
off. That's your method of operating Frank, not mine." 

"Okay, okay, I'll have someone for you." 

"You better. If you don't, I'll take Carolyn. And you won't be able to stop 
me." 

Mark slammed down the phone. Frank started to panic. In all the years he had 
acted in this capacity, finding girls for men who would pay for them, he 
never once failed to satisfy his customers. 

But now things were getting rough. He had paid so much attention to Carolyn, 
that he neglected his other work. 

He thought perhaps he should let Mark have Carolyn, but then rejected that 
solution. He wanted her for himself. She was the only girl that had ever 
turned him on so much, and he would not let her go. 

The demand for girls was increasing too. Several of them had run away, and 
he had to find replacements. 

Usually, the way the men made sure the girls didn't run away was to supply 
them with drugs. They would then be afraid to leave because they would be 
afraid of not being able to get the drugs, and then also because they were 
told the police would be looking for them. 

But lately, either the girls didn't care about the police, or found another 
source for getting drugs, but whatever the reason, more and more guys would 
find that their "girlfriends" never returned from the ladies' room. 

Frank began to frantically call other girls. He managed to invite two of 
them over that afternoon, and hoped that somehow he could ascertain their 
sexual abilities without having to fuck them. He still wanted to save all 
his strength for Carolyn. 

Amy Clermont was the first to show up. She was a redhead with freckles, and 
not at all like her picture. She was in fact rather ugly, and Frank tried to 
get rid of her right away. 

"But I want a job," she protested. "I want to go away and have lots of fun." 

"Sorry, you don't qualify," said Frank. 

Amy was young, but she was determined. She immediately went over to Frank 
and started to toy with his zipper. 

Quite unlike himself, he pushed her away, and told her that he wasn't 
interested in "that sort of thing." He told her that his was a respectable 
business and that she could not get a job from him even if she were to "put 
out." 

Amy tried everything she could to get Frank interested in her, but he simply 
didn't have time for her. 

Normally, he would fuck her and then tell her to get lost, but he was in a 
hurry and had no time for playing around. 

Amy finally left, after feeling quite rejected. Frank waited for the next 
one to arrive. 

Janie Wells wrote in her letter that she was seventeen, and her picture 
indicated that she could possibly be that age, but as soon as she walked in 
the door, Frank realized that she was only fifteen. 

He knew Mark would be pleased. Mark liked young pussy, and Janie was about 
as young as he could find. 

As he was talking to Janie, he heard a banging from upstairs. Furious that 
Carolyn was interrupting him, he raced up the stairs and stormed into her 
room. 

"You be quiet! Do you understand? If I hear another sound out of you, I'm 
going to beat the shit out of you!!" 

Frank started to approach her menacingly. She knew she had better cool it. 
It was beginning to seem as if there would be no escape for her. 

"Sorry, Janie. It was just the wind. I left a window open." 

"Yeah, it looks like there's going to be a storm brewing." 

Frank and Janie continued to talk, and the more he spoke to her, the more he 
began to like her. 

Though she didn't turn him on as much as Carolyn did, there was a certain 
appeal in her dark complexion and compact appearance. 

Janie was short, only about five feet tall, and her hair was cut in a page 
boy. She still looked quite feminine, and Frank's prick began to get hard 
even when he was just looking at her. 

Janie noticed that there was a bulge in front of Frank's pants, and she 
licked her lips when she stared at it. 

"Uh, what sort of job did you want?" he asked her, hoping that she would say 
something that he could latch onto as regards Mark. 

"Oh, I don't care. Just something where there are lots of men and I can have 
lots of fun." 

"Oh? What kind of fun?" 

"The best kind." 

"And what is that?" 

"You know. I love to have fun in bed. And I also want to have fun out of 
bed. Especially with men." 

"What kind of men do you especially like?" 

Frank asked, hoping that her description would fit Mark. 

"I don't care, so long as they have a really big cock. That's the kind of 
fun I want. I like men with a lot of meat." 

As she said that, she licked her lips, and moved her legs back and forth in 
a very sensual motion. 

Frank was getting hotter by the second. He was sure that Mark would like 
this one, and he was about to call Mark immediately. 

He changed his mind, however, when Janie began to slightly undo the front of 
her blouse. 

For a fifteen-year-old, she was very well developed, and her tits were like 
ripened melons. 

His prick got stiffer and stiffer, and she must have noticed it, because she 
started to walk over to him and rub her body slightly against his. 

"Mmm, this feels good," she said as she pressed her side against his fly. 

Frank forgot about Carolyn for a moment and let Janie start to take his 
prick out. 

"You like that? I bet you do! I know what I'm going to do to make you feel 
really good." 

She unbuttoned her blouse and pressed her tits against his fly. He groaned 
with pleasure as he felt her hands pull down his zipper 

"I want you to come all over my tits, big boy. I want to feel your hot come 
all over my body." 

Frank was getting more and more excited, and was just about to start rubbing 
his meat against her tits when the telephone rang. 

It was Mark again. "Well?" 

"Oh, brother, have I got one for you!" 

"I'm coming right over!" Frank started to protest, because he wanted to 
tit-fuck this girl, but Mark had already hung up. 

"Damn!" Frank exclaimed. 

"What's the matter, big boy? Trouble with your wife?" 

"I'm not married. That was just a friend of mine." 

"For a friend, your cock suddenly got soft. Well, let me get it hard again." 

"Uh, no. Not now. Look, we have work to do. Someone is coming right over to 
interview you for a job." 

Frank quickly zipped up his fly. He was annoyed, but felt that the sooner he 
could get Mark out of his hair, the better off he would be. 

Mark rang the bell moments later. He entered to room to find Frank and Janie 
both talking quietly and sipping drinks. 

"Hi. This is Janie Wells. Mark Hudson." They shook hands, and Frank was 
relieved that Mark seemed rather interested in her. 

"Does she?" 

"I'm sure of it," Frank answered, "but you interrupted my finding out for 
sure." 

"Well, I'll take her to my place and we'll find out for sure. Her lips look 
like she does." 

Sucking cock was what they were talking about, and Mark turned to Janie and 
told her that he would have to interview her in his place. 

Janie looked at Mark up and down and agreed to go with him. Frank felt a 
great sense of relief overtake him. 

As soon as Mark and Janie were out of the house, Frank went off to his buddy 
Steve to pick up some more amyl nitrate. He would need it with Carolyn, and 
he would need it quickly. 

That incident with Janie had really made him horny, and he would force his 
cock into Carolyn if he had to. 

By the time he got back with the amyl nitrate, it was quite late, and when 
he went to see how Carolyn was doing, he discovered that she was crying. 

"Hey doll, what's wrong?" He expected her to say that she wanted to go home, 
which, of course, he wouldn't let her do, but all she wailed about was that 
she was hungry. 

He knew better than to take her out to a restaurant, but he called the 
fanciest place in town and had them deliver two of their very best steaks. 

She ate ravenously, and after dinner, she asked if she could watch 
television. 

Frank agreed, though he stayed in the room where the TV was to make sure 
that she didn't try to run away. 

After about an hour of watching television, Frank started to get horny. He 
brought out the amyl nitrate and offered it to Carolyn. 

"No, I don't want it," she said. 

"Here, have it anyway." He opened up the capsule and placed it underneath 
her nose. 

She pushed him away. "Hey! I'm offering you something I know you like." 

"I don't want it." 

He tried to force her to inhale it, but she managed to avoid most of the 
fumes. 

Frank was getting furious. Janie had made him really hot this afternoon, and 
then they had been interrupted. Frank wanted Carolyn to suck him off, and 
she was going to be as much trouble now as she had been without the poppers. 

"What's wrong, kid?" he asked. 

"You." 

"Hey," he laughed, "there's nothing wrong with me." 

"Yes there is. You're crazy. You stink. I hate you!" 

"Now you watch your language, young lady. I've a good mind to give you a 
really good spanking." 

He strode over to her, and pretended to hit her hard. 

She responded by really socking him. She hit him so hard that he had a black 
and blue spot on his arm for days. 

"Hey! What's wrong with you? Come on, no dame treats me like that!" 

She tried to escape from him, but there was no place she could go. The doors 
were all locked, and she was cornered. 

"Okay, baby, you asked for it. I'm going to show you who is boss around 
here!" 

He reached over to her and pulled off her dress, tearing it in the process. 
He didn't stop there, but kept clawing at her, ripping her brassiere, and 
pulling off her panties. 

"Okay, you fucking bitch! You are going to be really sorry you hit me like 
that. You don't ever touch me again!" 

He pushed her onto the floor and turned her over so that her face was to the 
floor. 

"Now you are going to know who the boss is around here, got that?" 

She refused to answer. He didn't care by this time, because he had already 
decided how he would punish her. 

He slowly started to slide his fingers into her asshole, and the more she 
screamed with pain, the more he liked it. 

"Stop that! Stop that!" she cried. "Oww! You're hurting me! Owww!" 

"Good for you, you little slut! You are really going to get fucked now, 
baby! You are going to get fucked good and hard!" 

He pushed his fingers into her asshole as far as they would go, and then 
slowly began to remove them. 

He climbed up on top of her and unzipped his pants. "It's hard for you baby! 
It's hard now and you're going to feel that fucking hard cock shoved all the 
way up your fucking creamy asshole!" 

She cried out with pain as the tip of his dick penetrated her anal opening, 
but it didn't seem to bother Frank one bit. 

In fact, he was very pleased that he was hurting her. The more he hurt her, 
the more he liked it, and the harder his prick became. 

"You're going to get fucked baby! You are going to get really fucked!" 

He plunged his meat deeper and deeper into her deep dark asshole. The pain 
was terrific, and she clenched her fists and her teeth, hoping that it would 
soon be all over. 

His penis plunged in and out of her hole. There was tremendous friction as 
he had not used any grease at all, and her anal walls were hurting like mad. 

His balls slapped hard against her asscheeks. 

He could feel that his balls were ready to release his come, but he didn't 
want to shoot right away. He wanted to hurt her as much as possible. 

He reached around underneath her and massaged her tits. Her nipples weren't 
responding the way they had done previously, and he wanted to make them 
stiff and hard. 

"What's the matter? Don't you like getting fucked?" 

She wouldn't respond. She hated every minute of it, and couldn't wait for 
her torture to be over. 

His cock was getting hotter and hotter, and he was beginning to lose 
control. Even though he wanted to be able to keep his meat inside her rectum 
for a very long time, he was about to come, and he could not prevent his 
ejaculation from taking place. 

"Get fucked, baby!" he shouted. "Get fucked really hard!" 

She could feel that his cock was ready to explode. She braced herself for 
the explosion, and when it came, she thanked God that it was all over. 

As he shot, his prick pulled out of her asshole, and she could feel the 
remaining semen spurting onto her back. 

He rubbed his jism into her skin, and she counted the minutes until it would 
be all over. 

He caught his breath after a while, and then flipped her over onto her back. 

"You didn't like that, did you?" 

"What gives you that idea?" 

"Don't get snotty with me. If you don't like to be assfucked, then I've got 
something better for you baby!" 

Before she could speak, he took his dick and pressed it near her lips. 

She made a face. "You don't like sucking dick either?" 

"Not after it's been up my asshole." 

"Why not? It's your asshole, and therefore it's your dirt, so don't give me 
no lip. Just eat that cock, baby! Eat it and eat it now!" 

He quickly brought some of the amyl nitrate up to her nose, and she couldn't 
get away from it this time. 

He forced his penis into her face, and slowly started to pump his shaft in 
and out of her mouth. 

"Ahh, suck it! That's it, baby, suck that cock!" 

As he had just come, it took a while for his penis to get hard again, but 
when it did, she could feel it all the way in her mouth, almost as if it was 
going to slide down her throat. 

"Come on, eat it! Suck my fucking cock! Suck it, baby! Eat that meat! Suck 
my fucking cock!" 

Frank finally got as hard again as he had been before, and he started to 
gasp for breath as his penis slid in and out of Carolyn's throat. 

Carolyn began to relax, quite against her will as she felt his organ 
pressing into her face, and as she gave him head, she began to feel her 
vagina releasing her warm creamy lubricating juices. 

Frank's balls were pressed against her lips. She flicked out her tongue, 
trying to coat his balls with her warm saliva, and Frank's body started to 
tremble. 

"Ohh, that's it! I knew you'd like it! Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" 

He started to twist and writhe as he pumped his dick into her face. "Suck 
it! Ohh! Suck it!" He seemed to be losing control of himself as his meat 
pounded her body, and he braced himself for his second orgasm in half an 
hour. 

Frank was pleased with himself. There were times when he felt embarrassed 
about not being able to get his penis hard for a second time right after 
coming once, but with Carolyn, it seemed as if he had the strength of ten 
men. She seemed able to keep his cock hard and allow him to shoot more come 
into her than he had done with any other woman in his life. 

Her tits were pressed flat by the weight of his body as he swung around in 
order to reach for her cunt with his own tongue. 

Carolyn felt his mouth against her steaming cavern, and she spread her legs 
as wide as she could so he could penetrate her hole with his tongue. 

His tongue flicked wildly in and out of her pussy, and her juices were 
lapped up by him just as soon as they were secreted. 

His body was able to withstand no more sexual ecstasy now, and he started to 
shake nearly uncontrollably as his balls were again ready to release their 
juices. 

"Suck it!" He screamed. "Suck me! Suck me off! Ohhh! Take that cock, baby! 
Take it all in! Ohhh! Eat my fucking prick, baby! Eat me! Eat me! Ohhhh! 
Ohhhhh! Ohhhh!" 

His penis spurted his hot cream inside her face and she felt his tongue 
stimulating her clitoris so much that she began to shake with frenzy. 

The two of them were twisting and writhing together as his sperm shot out of 
his spear and her cunt juices flowed easily into his mouth. 

Frank gazed fondly at his captive. She had actually relaxed enough to enjoy 
it, but he knew that given the chance, she would run away from him at the 
first opportunity. 

As he pulled his penis out of her mouth, he gazed fondly at her, but he did 
catch her own furious glance. 

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" 

"Nothing," she answered icily. 

"Come on, I know you liked that," he told her. It was in your eyes." 

"I may have liked that," she said, "but I hate you, and I don't want you to 
ever forget it." Such hostility turned him on, and Frank smiled as he 
thought of new things he might like to try with his gorgeous and sexy sexual 
slave. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Frank was quite pleased with himself. He had sent Mark a new girl, someone 
he was sure the guy would be pleased with, and he realized that Carolyn was 
going to be even more of a turnon than he had hoped. 

He did have to catch up on his work, however, and there still were guys who 
had been promised girls but never received them. 

He left Carolyn alone again, after locking the door to her room. The great 
thing about it, he told himself, was that she was there whenever he wanted 
her, and he was beginning to discover how to get her to relax. 

Carolyn liked both sucking guys off and inhaling poppers. Though it was a 
possibility that as she stayed there as his prisoner longer and longer, she 
would get turned off by him entirely, he figured that he might as well enjoy 
her as long as he could. 

The fact that a girl had sex with him unwillingly turned him on more than if 
she had eagerly sought out his prick and balls. He never bothered to figure 
out why that should be so, but enjoyed all the more his position as master 
to his slaves. 

He slept peacefully that night, feeling that everything was right with 
himself and the world. 

The next morning, he allowed Carolyn time to shower and dress, and though he 
kept a close watch on her whenever she left her room, he did allow her to 
select several books to read, and brought the television set to her room. 

He was sure she would be thankful for at least that, but she was as hostile 
as ever. 

"Okay baby, suit yourself. Just face the fact that you are never going to 
leave me until I say so, and that your cunt is going to be just for me 
unless my plans, not your plans, but my plans change. Got that sister? 
Because if you didn't understand me, I'll stay here and repeat it over and 
over again until you do." 

"I understand," she said. She knew it was better to go along with whatever 
he said that to argue. Perhaps if she could get on his good side, he would 
set her free, but that was risky. 

She was completely confused. To be nice to him, and to make sure his sexual 
enjoyment was complete could indeed make him trust her, but it could also 
make him want to keep her even longer. 

But to antagonize him could lead him to make her even more miserable. She 
wished that there were some way out of her dilemma. 

Frank was busy in his office, trying to interview additional females. So 
far, there were what seemed like zillions of young girls wanting to lead an 
adventurous life, and that fact made Frank really happy. If a. girl was 
unhappy at home, then she would put up with quite a lot from Frank and his 
cronies. 

He was disturbed as he wrote several letters, by a knock on the door. Since 
he was not expecting anyone, he was immediately suspicious. 

Could Carolyn have gotten to the telephone and notified the authorities? 
That was highly unlikely, because not only was the phone hidden away from 
her, but whenever the receiver was off the hook for whatever reason, a light 
went on in his study. It was a precaution that he felt was quite well 
justified. 

He looked out of the window, but didn't see anyone. Again, there was a knock 
on the door. It wasn't very loud. It was either a girl or a guy without much 
strength. 

"Who is it?" he called out. He wished that he had installed that peephole he 
had promised himself. 

"Uh, Mr. Taylor?" It was a girl all right. And she sounded young. It pleased 
Frank, but he wondered who she was and why she showed up so unexpectedly. 

He opened the door and there stood a very attractive young girl of about 
fifteen, clutching a handbag tightly. 

"Yes. I'm Mr. Taylor." He kept eyeing her up and down, a fact that she did 
not seem to notice. Her face was grim and her expression quite intense. 

"Uh, you don't know me," the girl began, "but a friend of mine, an Elsie 
Winters, had once met you." 

Frank thought for a moment. "Elise. Hmm. I think I remember. What about her? 
What sort of job did I get her?" 

"Uh, you didn't get her a job." 

"No?" 

"No. She wanted one, but you said that you couldn't place her. You must 
remember her. She wasn't too pretty, but you said she had lots of other 
skills." 

"Ahh, now I remember." Frank finally did place the girl. Else was ugly, not 
just too pretty, and after face-fucking her, he sent her away. 

But he wondered what the connection was with this girl. 

"What is your name?" he asked her. "And why have you come to see me?" 

"Oh. Well, I thought perhaps that you could find me a job. Elsie gave me 
your address. I hope you don't mind my barging in without an appointment. I 
ran away from home, and I had no place to go. I need a job because I don't 
have any money." 

She looked so sweet and innocent, and she definitely was pretty. Almost as 
pretty, in fact, as Carolyn. 

"Well, come on in," said Frank, trying to figure out what to do with this 
girl. Would it be possible to carry on with two girls at once? The thought 
began to interest him. Two captives. Two slaves. They could both give him a 
blowjob at the same time. One girl could suck on his shaft, and the other 
could lick his balls. 

She had, after all, run away from home, and it was unlikely that she would 
contact the police. They would only make her go back home again. 

The more Frank thought about this, the more he liked the idea. 

He checked his file briefly to see if there was anyone who wanted a girl 
like her. Even if there was, he was fairly sure he was going to hold onto 
her himself. 

Having Carolyn as a slave turned him on. Having this one in addition made 
his cock positively rigid. 

"What's your name?" he asked her. 

"Tammy." 

"Just Tammy?" 

"Oh. Tammy Carson. I come from Greenville. My folks and I simply hate each 
other. They think I'm a whore just because I was caught kissing my old 
boyfriend. And he even walked out on me when I merely kissed an old friend 
goodbye." 

"Well, Tammy, perhaps I could help you. I do find positions for lots of 
girls. Yes, the more I look at you, the more I feel that the two of us can 
do business together." 

Tammy looked pleased. Frank debated the possibility of fucking this girl 
right then and there, but decided that perhaps he would start her off on a 
threesome. 

He had an additional room where he could keep her. Yes, Frank was definitely 
going to keep this one to himself also. 

Frank gave the girl some lunch. He thought of inviting Carolyn down, but 
realized that she might put ideas into the newcomer's head. 

For the moment, neither would know of the other's existence. The house was 
big enough for that, and later, when the time was more propitious, he would 
introduce them, and the three of them would have wild sex. 

Tammy ate ravenously which pleased Frank. It would make her dependent on 
him, and that always worked to his advantage. 

After she ate, Tammy lay down on the sofa, "just to take forty winks," but 
she was soon sound asleep. She must have had a difficult journey and who 
knows how long she was roaming around before she stopped at Frank's. 

Frank went back to answering some letters. One girl actually sent a 
revealing photograph, with a picture of herself in the nude as she 
fingerfucked herself, and Frank had a hardon as he wrote to her. 

But the rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Carolyn would be hungry, and 
he would have to feed her. He would have to work out some sort of schedule 
so that Tammy and Carolyn would never be in the same place at the same time. 

Just as he was preparing to go into the kitchen, the telephone rang. 

Tammy was still asleep. Good. He didn't want to disturb her. When she would 
awaken, he would have certain things for her to do. 

"Yes?" 

"Okay, Frankie baby, a deal is a deal." 

"Who's this? Mark?" 

"You got it, Frankie baby." Frank had a sudden sinking feeling. How could he 
not have liked Janie? 

"Uh, how are things?" 

"Lousy." 

"How's Janie?" 

"How would I know?" 

"You mean you don't like her? Now come on Mark. She was dynamite. And I know 
that she likes to suck cock, so what's your problem? Maybe it's you. Maybe 
women don't turn you on anymore. Well, you're not getting Carolyn. She is 
staying right where she is. In my bed." 

"Are you quite through? Because if you are, then I'm going to say a couple 
of things. Firstly, I didn't say I didn't like Janie. As a matter of fact, I 
liked her very much." 

"Then what's your problem?" 

"She's gone. We had sex, and she made my prick so hard when she sucked it, I 
thought it was going to break right off. Christ, did she turn me on!" 

"Then what's your beef?" 

"You've got to send me another girl, and I want Carolyn." 

"Now hold it a second Mark. I contracted to supply you with a groovy chick. 
It's not my responsibility if you can't keep a grip on them. If Janie left 
you, that's just tough shit." 

"She didn't even give me a chance. She sucked me off, and then, when I 
thought she went to the john to wash out her mouth or something, she just 
picked herself up and walked out on me. So I want Carolyn. Janie was a 
loser. She quit. Send me Carolyn." 

"No way." 

"A deal's a deal, Frankie baby." 

"I kept my part of the deal. You got her. But you, not me, you lost her." 

"She was a no-good dud. You're supposed to send me chicks who will groove on 
me." 

"I send you chicks that you groove on. For a girl to groove on you, well, 
that's up to you. You got to make them want you. You could have locked her 
up. It's your problem and don't bother me with it." 

"I'm coming over to get Carolyn. Don't try and stop me." 

"If you touch her, I'll break every bone in your fucking body. You're the 
one who is breaking the contract. There are laws against that you know." 

Mark laughed. "Oh, don't be an asshole. What are you going to do? Sue? You 
want the courts to find out what you've been up to? Hiding and fucking girls 
against their will. Making them into virtual slaves." 

"Well, you're still not getting Carolyn." 

"Tell you what Frank. Because we're old friends, we'll compromise." 

"You won't get Carolyn." 

"I'll get her six months, and you'll get her six months. How's that?" 

"No deal." 

"Okay. You know, I have some friends who might just think that you finked 
out on me. You wouldn't like what they do to guys who fink out, would you?" 

"Well, I don't agree." 

"Come on, compromise. Tell you what. Just let me get one shot at her. Okay? 
Give me twenty-four hours with Carolyn, and I will consider us all squared 
away." 

Frank paused for a moment. One day. He could spare her for one day. After 
all, Tammy was there, and he hadn't even fucked her once yet. 

"But you'll have to come over here. She is not leaving my house. Is that 
understood?" 

"You got it, babe!" said Mark. He hung up the telephone, and Frank realized 
that Mark was on his way over. 

He woke Tammy up and moved her to the guest room on the top floor. Before 
she went back to sleep, he gave her a very powerful sleeping pill so she 
wouldn't wake up if Carolyn started to scream or something. 

As Frank had expected, Mark arrived shortly thereafter. "I'm all ready for 
her," said Mark. 

"How do you know she'll want you?" asked Frank. "She's a pretty independent 
sort of girl, you know." 

"Don't worry. She's got to like me. When I saw her asleep a couple of days 
ago, I knew that the two of us were meant for each other." 

"Just make sure that you spend only one day with her. If you two get hungry, 
give me some money and I'll send out for it. But she does not leave this 
place. You understand?" 

"Yep." Frank pointed the way, and Mark ascended the stairs. He was quite 
horny and wanted to spend a wild twenty-four hours with Carolyn. 

Frank was worried. He knew that he shouldn't have let Mark even see Carolyn 
again, but he was somewhat afraid of Mark's friends. He had seen what 
happened to another guy who crossed Mark the wrong way. 

Mark knocked on the door. Though Frank had given him the key, he didn't want 
to open it until Carolyn was ready. 

"Come on in, Frank," said Carolyn, thinking it was her captor. 

"It's not Frank," said Mark. He opened the door and stared at her. She 
seemed even more lovely now despite her captivity. 

"Oh. Who are you?" 

"My name is Mark Hudson." 

"You look familiar. I think I've seen you before. You look a bit like my 
brother Owen." 

"I watched you sleep a few days ago." 

"Yes. I think I awoke for a second." 

Mark approached the bed. When he got close to her, he realized that she had 
been crying. "How do you like it here?" he asked her. Carolyn was afraid to 
tell him the truth. He could be a spy that Frank sent up. She would have to 
play it safe. 

"Okay, I guess. Frank is okay." 

"But you're not really happy?" 

"Why do you say that, Mark?" 

"Because you've been crying." 

"Oh." Carolyn rubbed her eyes. She hadn't realized that her tears were still 
visible. "I'm just reading a sad book, that's all." 

"Is that all?" 

Carolyn was quite taken by this young man's soft-spoken gentleness. There 
was a softer side to Mark in addition to the toughness that he displayed 
when dealing with Frank. 

"Yes, that's all." 

"I don't believe you." 

"Believe what you like. I don't care. I don't care about anything any more." 

"Why be discouraged. You won't have to stay here forever, you know." 

Carolyn's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. 

"Really?" 

Mark laughed. "You've given yourself away, young lady. I now know why you 
are unhappy, why you've been crying. You don't like it here very much, do 
you?" 

Carolyn was silent. She looked hard at this attractive young man who seemed 
so nice, yet still could not be trusted. 

"I see that you don't disagree with me. Well, don't worry. I may be a friend 
of Frank's, but that doesn't mean the two of us operate in the same way." 

"You, you couldn't help me, could you?" she asked hesitantly. 

"Help you? I'd like to. I don't know if I could. Don't be afraid of talking 
to me. I promise you that what you tell me will not get past these walls." 

Carolyn was relieved. "Oh, thank you, thank you. I'd love to get away from 
here. I'd even consider going home, and God knows I hate it there, now that 
Owen won't want to be with me. But I must get away. Please help me. Please 
take me with you when you leave." 

"I wish I could," said Mark. "I have wanted to take you with me ever since I 
first saw you, but Frank won't let me. He's a pretty tough character. I 
wouldn't be surprised if he has a gun and he's just the type of guy to use 
it. Believe me, I know." 

"Then call the police. They'll get me out of here. Please call them." 

"They don't always believe people when you tell them someone is being held 
prisoner. I don't think I trust the police." 

The real reason, of course, why Mark didn't want to notify the police, is 
that Frank could point the finger at him too. After all, Mark was involved 
in several of these schemes with Frank and could conceivably land up in 
jail. 

"But you must do something, Mark. Please. I've got to get out of here. You 
must help me, please!!" 

Mark was struck by her plaintive plea. Now more than ever he wanted to take 
her away from Frank and not just so he could be the one to fuck her. 

"I'll do what I can," said Mark, "but I don't think that I will really be 
able to be of much help. After all, Frank is a really powerful guy, and he 
has very powerful friends. 

"Well, please do what you can. I would really appreciate it." 

Mark gazed longingly at this lovely female. He almost felt as if he didn't 
even want to touch her. She was so pure, so innocent. 

Finally, Carolyn asked him why he had come up to see her. "You didn't really 
come to find out if I wanted to escape, did you?" 

"Uh, no," said Mark. He was ill at ease. The reason he had come up was to 
fuck her, but how could he tell her that? 

'Then why did you come? Please tell me. So much has happened to me already 
that whatever you say won't hurt me." 

"I guess I have no choice but to tell you. You won't like me after I tell 
you, but that won't mean I won't like you." 

"Tell me," she said simply. "I don't care what it is, because I'm glad you 
are here, for whatever reason, and I'm glad I met you. You're not like 
Frank. You're good. You're kind." 

"Then let me disillusion you just a bit. The real reason I came up here, was 
to, well, um, it was, well, for sex." 

"Sex?" 

"Yes. I had come up here to, um, fuck you, and, well, now I feel like a heel 
for telling you that." 

She smiled at him. "No, don't. At least you are being honest. But tell me 
something. I thought that Frank wanted to keep me all to himself. How did he 
let you come up?" 

"It's a long story, but he owed me a favor, and I wanted you ever since I 
first saw you. Well, now you know. I guess I had better be going. Do me a 
favor, will you? If Frank asks you about how I was in bed, tell him I was 
pretty good. I don't want to spoil my reputation you know." He grinned as he 
started to head towards the door. 

Carolyn called him back. "I couldn't do that," she said. 

"Why not?" he asked. 

"Because I wouldn't know if that was the case. My mother taught me never to 
lie, and I think that is a good policy to follow." 

"But what of my reputation?" Mark grinned. "I guess I can live with it 
anyway. Well, Carolyn, I'll do what I can." 

Again, Carolyn called him back. This time, as he turned around, she was 
opening the front of her blouse and letting Mark gaze at her mounds of 
feminine flesh. 

Mark looked at her carefully. He wasn't quite sure that she was doing what 
it appeared that she was doing, but the more he stared, the homier he got, 
and he started to approach her. 

"Yes, Mark," she said. "I don't want to he. I would like to find out for 
myself." 

Mark reached out with his hand and touched her gently on her left breast. He 
could feel the fleshy firmness of her melon underneath his hand, and as he 
gently stroked it, he felt the small nipple beginning to get hard and erect. 

"Oh, Mark, you're such a sweet guy. I know I can count on you to help me. 
Please help me, Mark. Please!" 

He nodded as he started to rub her tits with both hands. She pulled him over 
towards the bed, and he slowly and softly kissed her on her mouth. 

She could feel the front of his pants beginning to bulge, as his flesh 
started to press into her body. 

"Oh, Mark, please make me happy!" she begged. "I want it Mark. I want you to 
do it to me. I want to give myself entirely to you. Please, Mark. Please 
make me happy." 

Mark could not resist this kind of pleading, and he slowly reached 
underneath her skirt and felt that her pussy juices had already begun to 
flow. 

His cock was really hard now, and she could feel that it ached to be free of 
its cloth prison. 

She put her hand on the top of his zipper, and slowly started to pull down 
his fly. 

"Yes, Mark, please," she begged. "I want it. 

I want it so badly. You'll make me feel good, won't you, Mark? I know you 
will. Please make me feel really good inside." 

Mark's cock was now out of his pants, and she started to rub his long spear 
up and down with her hands. 

He could feel her steaming juices flowing out of her cunt, and he began to 
remove her skirt and panties. 

Her golden cunt hairs glistened in the light. She was so sweet, so sexy, so 
sensual. He wanted to ram his dick all the way through her, but he knew that 
a girl like this deserved the soft and gentle approach. Frank may have 
fucked her wildly and perhaps caused her pain, but pain was the last thing 
that Mark wanted Carolyn to feel. 

He gently rubbed her breasts. She swooned under the pressure of his hands, 
and she placed her fingers up against his balls, and began to caress them. 

His cock and balls were quite large, and Carolyn anticipated a tremendous 
surge of ecstasy. She could almost feel his cock all the way inside her cunt 
and he hadn't even begun to slide it into her yet. 

She spread her legs wide. He removed all of her clothing and he gazed at her 
for several moments before he started to strip himself. 

"You are beautiful," he said to her simply. "You are the most beautiful girl 
I have ever laid eyes on." 

She blushed. Her reddened cheeks were in contrast to her pale golden skin, 
and she looked for a moment like a painted doll. 

'Thank you," she said. "Thank you." Mark wondered if Frank said any of these 
things to her. It was obvious that she enjoyed being complimented, and he 
figured that Frank really enjoyed being rough with his women. He knew that 
his own pleasure would be so much greater than Frank's because he felt that 
he had found the key to receiving pleasure from this girl. 

His cock throbbed and pulsated as it was poised right up above her quivering 
vagina. He slowly descended upon her pussy hairs, and he could feel those 
cunt hairs tickling the tip of his prick as he lowered his meat between her 
legs. 

She sighed with pleasure as she felt the first inch of his prick sliding 
into her hole. She wanted to pull him into her even faster, but she knew 
that she should not alter a man's pace. The pleasure would be much greater 
if she let each man perform in his own way. 

His dick slowly began to penetrate her. She gasped for breath as inch after 
inch slid deeper and deeper into her hole. 

It was an incredible turnon for her, that she suddenly realized that in all 
the times she had had sex before, with Owen and with Frank, she never knew 
what true pleasure really was. 

But Mark was thrilling her beyond her wildest dreams. Even when she was 
still a virgin, and she had read about how glorious and wonderful a man was, 
she never dreamed just how wonderful sex really was. Mark was so beautiful 
that she began to close her eyes and cry. 

Mark mistook her crying for unhappiness, and he began to withdraw his penis 
from her slit. 

"No! No!" she panted. "Oh, don't stop! Oh, it's so wonderful! Oh, please 
keep it in! Please fuck me! Oh, Mark, your cock feels so good inside my 
body!" 

Mark reinserted his penis in her slit, and now his entire nine inches went 
into her hole easily. His balls pressed against her cunt lips, and she 
wished that he had an additional nine inches for her to take also. 

Her cunt walls closed in around his penis, and he started to pump back and 
forth, sending Carolyn in fits of pleasure. 

"Fuck me!" she cried, feeling that with every thrust, new heights of ecstasy 
were being attained. 

He started to pump her faster. She cried out for more, not wanting him to 
slow down. The harder and faster he fucked her, the more she enjoyed it, and 
she felt that she could never get enough of this young man's cock and balls 
inside of her cunt. 

"Fuck me harder!" she begged. Mark had started off slowly, but now he was 
really going wild. The pleasure that they both felt with each other was 
beyond anything either one of them could have possibly anticipated. 

He began to squeeze her tits. The reddened flesh moved about like mounds of 
flesh colored jello. She squeezed his balls, and he could feel the jism 
getting ready to shoot out of his dick, and fill up her sweet hole with his 
warm cream. 

Carolyn's cunt was gushing forth rapidly. Her juices flowed out and stained 
the bed. Mark's cock was covered with her steaming hot pussy honey. 

He held onto her as his meat plunged into her deeper and deeper. She 
screamed with delight as he smashed into her so far, that she could feel his 
cock totally and completely within her body. 

"Fuck me! Ohhhh! Fuck me! Ohhh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, Mark, you are 
wonderful! Fuck me harder! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!" 

Her screams of delight turned Mark on, and he knew that he would be unable 
to control his wild ejaculation, which he felt was imminent. 

"Oh, baby, I'm going to fill you up! I'm going to cream your cunt, baby! 
You're really going to be fucked now! Oh, baby, I'm going to come! I'm 
coming! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhh!! I'm coming! I'm shooting! OHHHHHH!!" He went 
wild as his prick erupted with thick hot gushes of cream. She felt the warm 
liquid pouring into her hole, and she could feel her clitoris being 
stimulated beyond anything she had ever felt before. 

"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!" She rolled and tossed and turned with him, 
as his prick kept spurting out his hot jism. It was as if neither one of 
them had had any sex in months, they were so turned on to each other. 

He finally stopped his spurts, and he lay still on top of her. She looked at 
him and smiled. 

"Thank you," she said. "That was terrific. I knew you would really make me 
happy." 

"I wish I could make you really happy by getting you out of this place," he 
told her. "I know that no matter how much you enjoyed this, you still have 
to stay here, while I go home." 

"I know. But now, things will be a bit easier for me, knowing that you are 
there. Even if you can't do anything for me, I will know that you are out 
there trying your best." 

The two of them lay completely still. Mark looked at his watch. He had 
plenty of time to be with her. He had been given twenty-four hours with 
Carolyn, and he hadn't even used up four hours. They two of them were going 
to have many more moments together before Frank would repossess her. 

As they lay on the bed, Carolyn started to caress Mark all over his body. He 
was so handsome, so strong. He would find a way out for her, she knew he 
would. He would because he said he would, and he was a very determined young 
man. 

Mark could feel his prick getting hard only moments after it had gone down 
again. It was almost as if he was going to have a perpetual hardon being 
with Carolyn. 

Carolyn felt her body sinking deeper and deeper into sleep. It was going to 
be the most restful and peaceful sleep she had felt since she arrived in 
Center City. Thinking of Mark after he had gone would also help her to 
sleep. 

Mark realized that Carolyn was off in the arms of Morpheus and he got up, 
got dressed and headed out the door. 

He had plenty of time left, and intended to come back to Carolyn after had 
had a couple of beers and a sandwich or two. 

Frank, however,' was coming up the stairs. "I was just going to check on you 
two. Well, your time is up." 

"You said twenty-four hours and I still have some time to go." 

"You left her. You forfeit your time. You are lucky I even let you touch 
her. Now go. Get out. You are through. We made a deal, and it's all over 
with." 

Mark was about to argue with Frank, but he noticed that Frank was carrying 
something that could very well have been a gun concealed in his jacket 
pocket. 

Mark knew that he would have to do something to help Carolyn get away from 
this madman. He didn't know what, but he would have to get to work on it. 

Mark began to regret that he ever got involved in buying and selling girls 
for sex. They were so much nicer, so much more of a turnon when they 
willingly and voluntarily offered themselves. Fucking a girl because you 
forced her simply was not good enough for Mark anymore. 

Mark headed towards home, his brain constantly churning. He decided that the 
most important things was Carolyn's safety, and even if he went to prison, 
it would be worth it if she got away from Frank alive. 

Mark entered his house and dialed the police. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Carolyn was dreaming of Mark, her sleep so deep that not even an earthquake 
could rouse her. 

Tammy was just about getting up. The effects of the drug that Frank had 
given her were making her feel funny. She started to giggle and laugh, and 
left her room to find Frank. 

Frank was in his study, wondering just what to do with Tammy. He heard a 
knock at the door, and, without thinking, opened it. 

Two uniformed police officers stood there as Frank stared hard at them. 

"Frank Taylor?" 

"That's me." 

"We have a report that you are harboring a girl against her will. We have a 
search warrant." 

Frank was about to refuse to let them in, but if they had a warrant, he 
could get the shit kicked out of him. 

It must have been Mark. That's the only one who could have told the cops. 
Unless, of course, Carolyn had gotten to a telephone herself. He didn't 
think it likely, but no possibility could be ruled out. 

The cops came in. Frank thought of running upstairs to check and see if 
Carolyn was still there, but that would have tipped the cops off. 

He sat in the living room while the cops poked around, not Finding anything. 

As they wandered about the house, Tammy came down from her room. She was 
rubbing her eyes, and feeling slightly woozy. 

One of the cops saw her first. "Hey! Here she is!" 

They reached out and grabbed her. "What are you doing? Hey! What's wrong 
with you guys?" 

"Sorry, miss, but we had a report that you were being kept here against your 
will. Would you like to go home now?" 

"Home?" Tammy looked horrified. "No! I don't want to go home! No!" 

"But don't you want to get away from here?" 

"Why should I? I just got here." 

"I'm afraid there's been a mistake officer. This young lady isn't being held 
here against her will. Just ask her." 

"Are you sure you don't want to leave?" 

"I'm sure. Christ, what's wrong with the police anyway? What did you think I 
was? Kidnapped?" 

"We were told that, miss." 

"Well, you were told wrong," said Tammy. "I like it here. Frank is my 
friend. I won't go home. I hate my family." 

Frank smiled to himself. The cops had thought that Tammy was the girl in the 
report, and Tammy had thought that her parents had sent the police after 
her. 

"Well, officer?" 

"I'm very sorry to have bothered you, Mr. Taylor. We do get a lot of crank 
calls nowadays. So sorry." 

Frank nodded. "Quite all right. As you can see, no one is being held against 
their will. Well, good day, officers." He opened the door and watched them 
leave. Neither cop noticed the beads of perspiration pouring down Frank's 
face. It had been a very close call. 

After Frank closed the door, he staggered back inside. 

"Boy," said Tammy, "those cops sure are a pain." 

"You bet they are," said Frank. "I don't know why they chose to come on over 
here." 

"Well, I'm glad they're gone. I feel like having a party. Let's have a 
party, Frank, okay?" 

"Sure. I think that we have very good reasons to celebrate." 

Frank had a close call. His whole operation could have been scuttled had the 
police found Carolyn, and if they continued their search, they might very 
well have. 

Tammy was still feeling a bit giddy, and she started to run around the 
house, yelling at the top of her lungs. 

"Hey! Quiet down!" 

"Why? We're alone. No one can hear us." 

"Uh, that's true. I guess I just don't like loud noise." 

"You are a party pooper, that's what you are. Well, if I can't make noise, I 
want a drink. Where's this party you promised me? I want a party! I want to 
drink and drink and drink." 

"Sure, baby, we'll both drink until we get drunk, okay?" 

"Yeah. I'm thirsty. That nap made me thirsty. I want to drink a whole bottle 
of scotch." 

"You can drink two whole bottles, baby. You can drink anything you like." 

He brought out a bottle of scotch and two glasses. Tammy took the glass when 
offered, and began to giggle even before she had swallowed the first sip. 

"You're a nice man," said Tammy. "You are going to find me a job, and you've 
already let me take a nap, and now we're partying. You're a really nice 
man." 

"Well, you're a great girl, Tammy. You are pretty and smart and sexy and ... 
" 

"You think I'm sexy?" 

"Yes, very. You are the sexiest girl I've ever known." 

"Goody. I think you are the sexiest man I've ever known. Are you?" 

"Am I what?" 

"Sexy. I think you are, but are you for real?" 

"Well," Frank laughed, "I think I'm sexy." 

"Good. Then you must be. I like sexy men. They turn me on." 

"And you turn me on, Tammy. You turn me on very much." 

"How much?" 

"Lots." 

"But how much? How much do I turn you on? My last boyfriend I turned on as 
much as eight inches." 

Frank grinned. "Well, I wouldn't disappoint you there sister." 

"If I were your sister, you couldn't turn me on. Brothers aren't supposed to 
do it with sisters, are they?" 

Frank grinned. "I don't know. I can think of at least one girl who was 
fucked by her brother." He was thinking of Carolyn. 

"Yeah? But that's terrible." 

"She didn't seem to think so. In fact, she kind of dug it. I guess she likes 
brothers." 

"Maybe her brother had a really big dick. Do you have a big dick? Because if 
you don't, I'm going to go home." 

"Oh, you won't have to go home. I promise you. You will want to stay here 
for a very long time." 

"Goody. I want to stay here because I like you. You make me feel all nice 
and warm inside." 

"I can make you feel even warmer inside if I wanted to." 

"Do you want to?" 

"You bet I do Tammy baby! I want to make you feel so warm inside that you'll 
burn up with fire." 

"Oh, goody! I want to. I want to bum all the way up." 

She walked over towards Frank and kissed him. He felt his prick getting 
stiff immediately, and when she put her hand on his crotch, his cock became 
as hard as it had ever been. 

"Oooh, it is big," she squealed. "I like it when it's big. It's going to 
make me all hot inside." Frank leaned back and let Tammy run her hands all 
over his fly. His cock tingled and began to throb. 

"Here, I've got something for you," he said as he reached into his pocket 
and pulled out the inhaler of amyl nitrate. 

"What's that?" 

"Magic vapor. Sniff it. You'll go wild!" Tammy did so, and the moment that 
the first whiff reached her, she started to swoon and Frank had to catch her 
so she wouldn't fall. "You like that?" he asked her. 

"Ohhhh! It's groovy! I love it! Ohhhh!" 

"Have another whiff," he suggested. 

She took a second whiff, and this time she started to squeal with delight, 
and became a good deal more passionate than she had been. 

"Give me more!" she screamed. "I want more! Ohhh! I want it! Ohhh! I want 
it!" Frank took her hand and pressed it hard against his fly. She felt that 
cock beginning to pulsate, and she went wild, nearly ripping off his 
trousers in an effort to get to his cock and balls. 

"Let me suck it!" she begged. "I want your big cock in my mouth! I want to 
eat it! Ohh! Please let me suck it! Please! Please!" 

Frank let Tammy pull out his meat from his pants, and when she had pulled 
out all eight inches of his hot meat, she pressed her lips to the tip of his 
dick, and started to lick it all over. 

"Ahhh, that's it baby! Come on and lick that fucking cock! Ahhh! It's 
wonderful! Suck that dick! Ahhhh! Oh, baby, suck it! Suck me! Suck me off!" 

He was groaning loudly. His balls quivered with excitement and her tongue 
began to lick them and coat them with her warm saliva. 

"I want to eat your cock, oh, I want to eat your cock and balls!" 

She began to move her legs back and forth, as if trying to prevent her cunt 
juices from flowing out of her pussy to quickly. 

Frank reached underneath her skirt, and began to massage her pussy wildly. 

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! I want it up my slit! I want to suck it! I want cock! I want 
lots of cock! Fuck me! Ohhh! I want cock! I must have cock!" 

She started to eat his meat quickly. His spear slid into her face, and her 
lips closed hard on it. 

She sucked up and down, coating his entire shaft with her saliva. 

His balls became sopping wet. She slurped so much, that his penis was now 
covered completely with her hot mouth juice. 

Tammy started to suck on his balls too. She tried to get them into her mouth 
at the same time as his spear, but his cock was too big, and her mouth was 
too small, and so she had to content herself with sucking on his balls 
separately. 

Frank loved every minute of it. He really enjoyed getting his prick eaten, 
and laughed at the irony that Tammy had saved him from getting arrested and 
sent to jail, and that she would have been the perfect girl for the guy who 
sent the cops over. 

Frank began to thrust his meat deeper and deeper into Tammy's face. She 
groaned with pleasure as she lapped up the slight amount of jism that 
started to seep out of the tip of his prick. 

Frank felt her tongue working furiously, as Tammy went wild with excitement. 

The amyl nitrate was having its effect on her, and she screamed with 
pleasure when he gave her some more of that vapor to inhale. 

She started to lick him around the base of his cock, and then began to lick 
his asshole. 

Frank felt her cock searing deep within his rectum, and the pleasure drove 
him wild. 

Her tongue was now all over his body. She was a wild one, and Frank resolved 
then and there never to give her up. 

"Suck that dick!" he screamed, as he pulled her head towards that pole 
between his legs and forced her to lick his penis. 

She began to fingerfuck herself wildly. She wished that there could be a 
dozen other guys all with huge erect pricks so that she could suck on two of 
them while one fucked her up her slit, and the other assfucked her. 

Tammy demanded more and more of the amyl nitrate. She couldn't get enough of 
that wonderful stuff, and Frank wondered just how long his supply of it 
would last. 

"Give me more cock!" she cried. "I want to suck out every ounce of your 
juice! Ram that cock up into my face! Let me eat you! I want to suck it! 
Ohh! Give it to me!" 

Frank again smashed his penis into her face. Her Ups worked hard, sucking 
and licking every inch of his eight-inch piece of meat. 

The man began to rub his hands into her tits. Her nipples were so stiff and 
hard that they appeared to be quite brittle. 

Tammy reached out for the bottle of scotch. Instead of opening it and 
drinking out of it, as Frank thought she would, she started to slide it 
between her legs. 

"Hey, you'll hurt yourself," he said. 

"I want to be fucked, baby! I want that fucking bottle up my cunt! I want to 
be really fucked!" 

Frank watched as Tammy rammed that scotch bottle in and out of her hot 
pussy. 

It made him really hot to see her fucking herself like that, and with one 
final thrust, he rammed his penis all the way into her mouth. 

"Eat it! Suck it! OHHH! I'M COMING!! OHHHH! SUCK MY PRICK!! OHHHH! EAT ME!! 
EAT ME!! OHHHHH!!! OHHHHHH!!" His hot jism smashed into her face and raced 
down her throat. She swallowed hard, but there was still more cream to 
drink. 

No matter how much she drank, his penis kept emptying itself into her face, 
and she was covered and close to drowning in his come. 

"Ohhhhh!" he cried, as his prick was giving up its last drops of cream. 
"Suck it all off! Ohh! Ohhh!! Ohhhhh!" 

His whole body was contorted. He had never before been given such a hot 
blowjob, and he knew that this girl could, never leave him. 

She was still ramming the scotch bottle up her snatch, and he remained hard 
as she started to climax, with the neck of the bottle stimulating her 
clitoris to orgasm. 

"FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK MEEH" Tammy screamed at the top of her lungs. 
The sensation was incredible. As she was climaxing, she reached for some 
additional amyl nitrate, and that practically shot her around the room. 

Her voice echoed throughout the house. Both Tammy and Frank were going so 
wild, that they had forgotten all about the presence of the other young lady 
who had just finished dreaming sweet dreams of Mark Hudson. 

Carolyn was awakened by the shouts and screams of Frank and Tammy. The two 
of them were oblivious to anyone and anything other than themselves and 
their orgasms. 

There was come dripping down Tammy's chin. She scooped it up with her 
fingers, and then licked the goop off those fingers. 

"Baby, I want to give you more of that juice! I want to give you my whole 
body! I want you to eat all of me!" 

"That's what I want too," said Tammy. "You are a real man, baby! Your dick 
was sensational! Next time it goes right up my fucking hot slit!" 

"You bet, Tammy! Christ, you make my prick stay hard!" 

"I'll make it stay hard for the rest of your life baby! Just give it a 
chance." 

Carolyn started to pound on the door. When she had awakened, she realized 
that Mark was no longer with her, and a sense of panic had set in. 

After a long while, Frank finally heard the noise of someone rapping 
upstairs. Tammy heard it too. 

"What the hell is that?" asked Tammy. Her attention went from Frank's 
physique to the noise upstairs. 

Frank panicked momentarily. "It must be the wind. I think I left a window 
open. Something must be rattling." 

"Let's go see," said Tammy. "I hope it's a ghost." 

"You stay here," said Frank sharply. Tammy was taken aback by his tone. 

"Okay. I'm not frightened of ghosts." 

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to shout like that. I'll be right back. You go 
help yourself to some more scotch." 

"Yeah, okay. But I might as well drink the whole thing. Boy, that guy sure 
gets uptight over nothing." 

Frank went upstairs. He knew that it was Carolyn, and he was angry. Carolyn 
had just better not do anything to louse things up more than she had 
already. 

He swiftly unlocked the door and raced into her room. "What's going on 
here?" he demanded. 

"I heard screams. I'm hungry." 

"You'll eat later. Now don't you start getting all uppity. You'll be sorry. 
I'm very busy." 

"Yeah, with who?" 

"That's none of your business." 

"We'll see about that. You're going to be very sorry for what you are doing 
to me. Just see if you're not!" 

"I'm warning you, Carolyn. You just keep cool, okay? If you start making any 
more noise, you're going to have a stick of dynamite shoved up your cunt, 
now SHUT UP!!" 

Frank slammed the door as he left, but not before Carolyn managed to get in 
a few choice words. , "Okay, prick, I don't care what you do! I'd rather 
have dynamite up my cunt than your dirty cock! You suck! You hear me? YOU 
SUCK!!" 

Frank stormed down the stairs. He was bristling mad, and even Tammy could 
not calm him down right away. 

She had managed to finish the entire bottle of scotch, and she was so 
plastered, that Frank waited for her to pass out. 

She still had some semblance of control, however, and when Frank returned, 
she tried to get him interested in her again. 

"Oh, come on poor baby! Don't be mad. I want you to eat out my pussy again! 
Look, baby, here's my cunt! Eat it, oh, please lick my hot cunt!" 

"Tammy, please! I'm not in the mood for that now." 

"Please! Eat it! Ohh, look how juicy it is. It's juicy for you, Frank. All 
my cunt juice is just for you." 

"TAMMY! PLEASE STOP!!" 

"Who's upstairs?" 

"What?" 

"I heard a voice." 

"Oh. That, um, er, it was me. I was cursing the wind." 

"It sounded like a girl's voice. Let's hear you do a girl's voice." 

"Tammy, let's not play games. If you're tired and drunk, why don't you go 
and lie down, or something?" 

"I'll do something. I'll lie down and do something, but only if that 
something is eating your meat. Boy, are you sexy! Eight fat inches of 
steaming hard cock!" 

"I'm tired." 

"Ohh, poor baby is tired. Let me touch it. It won't be tired. It's going to 
get really hard when I touch it." 

She started to reach out and fondle his fly, but he pulled away quickly. 

"Tammy, not now. Later." 

"Okay. It did sound like a girl's voice. Is there someone up there? If there 
is a girl up there, I'd sure like to suck out her pussy, and have her eat 
me." 

"What?" 

"Yeah, I like to suck cunt too. Why should guys have all the fun of sucking 
pussy? I want to eat a nice juicy hot pussy." 

"I might like to watch you do that someday," said Frank. "Yes, watching your 
tongue licking and kissing another hot twat would really turn me on." 

"Why not now?" 

"Why? Because you can't, that's why." 

"But if there is a girl upstairs, she must have a pussy. Make her suck me 
out, Frank. I want that girl upstairs to eat my cunt." 

Frank grinned. He figured why not? After all, Carolyn had to do as he said, 
and if Tammy wanted cunt to lick, well, then Carolyn would simply have to do 
it. 

"Well, okay," he said. "I'll let you do it, but I want to watch." 

"Oh, baby, I wouldn't do it if you didn't watch. I want your prick to get so 
hard, that you'll come over both of us as we're sucking and licking each 
other's pussies." 

"Okay, come on upstairs." Tammy followed Frank to Carolyn's room. Tammy 
remarked on how she hadn't realized that there was a room at the end of this 
corridor, and when Frank unlocked the door, Tammy hadn't even seen the door. 

"Carolyn, get up. I have a job for you to do." 

"What do you want?" 

"Oooh, she's pretty. Can I lick her tits too?" Carolyn looked at this other 
girl. There was something strange about her, and Carolyn began to feel ill. 

"Hey baby, don't get sick now. I want to eat your pussy. I bet you have a 
really nice pussy. Hey Frank, does she have a groovy cunt?" 

"The best, Tammy." Carolyn backed away, but Tammy and Frank closed in on 
her. 

"Let's see what you've got, baby," said Frank. "Let's see that quivering hot 
cunt." He reached out and pulled her garment off her. She screamed, trying 
to cover herself, but Tammy and Frank managed to subdue her and they both 
started to press their hands against her. 

"Hey, you said you would watch," said Tammy. "I want to get at her pussy 
first." 

"Okay, you go ahead. I'm going to go downstairs to make a call. I'll be 
back." 

"You better. I want to feel your hot juice coming all over us as we suck out 
each other." Frank left, and Tammy was grinning at Carolyn. 

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Don't you want to make love with a hot pussy?" 

"Go away. I hate you." 

"Now that's not nice. I like you. I like you because you have a hot pussy." 

"You are just like him." 

'That means groovy. Frank is a real cool guy. 

I like him. He's got eight inches of hot meat, and I like that." 

"Well, you go right on liking that. I can't stand him." 

"Why are you so down on him? What did he ever do to you?" 

"He's kept me here prisoner, that's what. I can't go out. I can't eat when I 
want.' I can't even go to the bathroom when I want. I have to use a chamber 
pot." 

"Oooh, that's disgusting. You really should take better care of yourself." 

"Frank is a fucking madman. He'll kill me. He'll kill you too if he wanted 
to." 

"Naah, Frank is a really great guy. What's wrong with you? Why don't you 
like him? There must be something wrong with you if you don't like that 
hunky guy." 

'THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!! HE KIDNAPPED ME!! HE'S KEEPING ME HIS 
PRISONER!!" 

"Oooh, you're getting mad. I think you're crazy, that's what I think. You 
must be crazy. I wish the cops had come to take you away. They would have 
put you away for sure in the loony bin, but they went away without you." 

"Cops?" 

"Yeah, they came about two hours ago, but they went away. They said that 
they get lots of crank calls. Now come on and let's have a good time 
together. Frank will come back. 

He's not going to like it if I have to tell him that you weren't being very 
cooperative. You look like you have a really juicy cunt, and I want to have 
a taste of it." 

"When did the cops come? What did they say they wanted?" 

"I told you. Boy, you ought to clean the wax out of your ears. I told you 
that they were here two hours ago. They said something stupid about looking 
for someone, but they didn't mean you. They didn't say they wanted to find a 
crazy person." 

Carolyn was disappointed that the cops hadn't found her, but she was pleased 
that Mark was indeed trying his best to get her out of there. 

"Come on, goldilocks. Let's see what you've got between your fucking legs." 

"Get away from me, you doped up shit. You touch me, and I'll rip your 
fucking eyes out." 

"Oooh, Frank's not going to like this. He's not going to like this at all. I 
don't know what's keeping him. He's going to be right back, he said. Well, 
where is he?" 

Frank, however, had something he had to attend to. He was on the phone with 
Mark, telling him that if he ever saw that guy around his place he would 
kill him. 

"I don't care if you didn't call the cops. It's just the sort of thing you 
would do, so you had better watch your step! " 

Frank slammed down the phone and then walked back to Carolyn's room. He was 
eager to watch those two luscious girls sucking out each other's pussies. 

As he approached, he heard Tammy warn Carolyn that she had better cooperate. 
He realized that Carolyn was being stubborn. 

"Okay, Carolyn, you heard Tammy," said Frank as he stalked into the room. 
"Now get cracking." 

"I don't want to suck her cunt. Now leave me alone." 

"YOU HEARD ME!! I WANT YOU TO EAT HER CUNT!! NOW MOVE!!" 

Frank became violent and threw Carolyn down on the bed. He ripped off her 
clothes, tearing them to shreds, and held her down on the bed as he told 
Tammy to get over to her and start sucking. 

"Both of you move!" shouted Frank. "I want to see some really hot 
cunt-lapping going on right now!" 

Tammy was taken aback slightly by his tone, but since she was eager to eat 
out Carolyn's vagina, she immediately pressed her mouth up against the 
girl's cunt. 

Frank moved away slightly, but he still managed to keep a grip on Carolyn so 
that she couldn't get away. 

"Okay, Tammy, that's good. Let's see your tongue sliding into her hole all 
the way." 

Tammy's tongue was licking Carolyn's golden cunt hairs. Carolyn's reddened 
pussy glistened as the light reflected the juice that Tammy's mouth had put 
there, and slowly, Carolyn's cunt started to secrete her own lubricating 
honeys. 

Frank began to rub Carolyn's tits as Tammy continued to suck. "That's it, 
Tammy. Oh, baby, you are driving me wild! Suck that cunt! Oh, baby, you are 
turning me on!" 

Frank began to rub his fly. His penis had started to become erect, and he 
was rubbing the meat underneath his trousers. 

Tammy looked up and saw that Frank had a hardon. She started to reach out to 
grab hold of his prick, but Frank pulled away quickly and suddenly. 

"Hey, don't do that! I told you to suck out her cunt! Now you leave my cock 
alone!" Frank wanted to jerk off over the two girls. He wanted to shoot his 
come over two nude females as they licked out each other's pussies, and if 
Tammy started to massage his dick and balls, then he might really shoot his 
cream at Tammy alone. 

Tammy went back to cunt-lapping. Her own pussy was starting to juice up, and 
she asked Carolyn again to suck her out. 

"You heard the girl!" snapped Frank. "Now do as she says!" 

Carolyn reluctantly obeyed. She twisted her body around so that her face was 
buried in Tammy's bush. 

Tammy felt Carolyn's tongue haltingly attempting to suck her out. She pulled 
Carolyn's head closer towards her, so she could at least feel that tongue 
licking her cunt lips. 

"You better learn how to suck good cunt, baby! I like to get my flesh eaten! 
Now suck good and hard!" 

Frank slowly unzipped his fly. He reached into his pants and pulled out his 
cock and balls. He began to rub it in long and even strokes, so that his 
balls began to bounce around wildly as he played with himself. 

Frank kept one eye on Tammy's pussy. He was watching Carolyn's mouth very 
carefully. He saw that she wasn't going too wild over cuntsucking, and he 
started to scream and shout at her. 

"Get moving, girl! Start licking up her fucking hot pussy juices! I don't 
want to see you slowing down! Now move!" 

Carolyn started to eat out Tammy's pussy rapidly. She didn't want to perform 
for Frank, but she had no choice. 

"Ahh, that's better. Now suck that cunt! Oh, baby, you've got a really hot 
tongue!" 

He rubbed his meat harder and harder. He could feel his prick getting ready 
to shoot his come, and he started to aim his cock in the direction of the 
two girls. 

"Mmm, this is delicious," murmured Tammy, as she slurped out the trickle of 
honey that flowed from Carolyn's cunt. 

Tammy started to squeeze Carolyn's tits. She loved the feel of female flesh 
within her grasp, and Carolyn began to get aroused as her nipples became 
stiff and erect. 

"Come Carolyn baby, eat me!" cried Tammy, who felt that Carolyn's tonguing 
action was not rapid enough. "Suck out my pussy baby! Come on, eat me! Suck 
it all out! Ahh, that's it! Come on, baby, suck that cunt! Ahhhh, suck it! 
Suck that pussy!" 

Frank was rubbing his meat faster and faster. He was very close to coming, 
and his balls were swinging wildly in the air. 

"Eat that cunt!" he cried. "Eat it! Ohhh, suck her out! Suck her out!" 

Carolyn finally felt the warm syrups flowing onto her tongue, and she began 
to lick out Tammy's juices rapidly. 

"That's it, Carolyn baby! I knew you could do it! Suck it! OHHH! Her pussy 
is so hot! Look at it go! Look at her hot red cunt! Suck her! Ohhh! Suck 
her! Ohhh! Suck that fucking hot pussy! Ohhhh! Ohhhh. Oh, baby, you both are 
gonna feel my hot jism! I'm gonna shoot, baby! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" 

Frank's dick exploded violently. The thick hot cream gushed out of his penis 
and jetted all over both girls. 

They could feel the hot goop landing on their bodies as they continued to 
eat each other, and the more come that landed on each of them, the wilder 
they became. 

"Suck me out! Ohhh! My cunt is one fire! Suck me! Ohhh! Ohhhh!" cried Tammy. 

Carolyn's mouth was working fast. She was licking out every drop of creamy 
syrup that Tammy's pussy secreted, and her entire face was buried inside 
Tammy's crotch. 

The smell of cunt was pervading the room. Both of them were pouring out 
their juices as they sucked, and as the last of Frank's come dripped onto 
their bodies, they were twisting and turning in such a frenzy, that when 
each girl Finally achieved climax, it was difficult for Frank to carefully 
watch their cunts. 

The bedsheets were stained with cunt juice and masculine come. The creams 
from their bodies were everywhere. Cunt and cock juice were all over 
everything. 

"Oh, it was beautiful," sighed Frank as it was all over. "It was just 
beautiful." 

Tammy smiled at Carolyn. "Hey, you did all right. You're a pretty all right 
chick." 

Carolyn smiled. She had, despite her best endeavors, enjoyed it, and she was 
glad that Tammy wasn't yelling at her anymore. One hostile person was more 
than enough for her. 

Frank wiped the come off his hands and his cock, and put his penis back 
inside his fly. 

His balls were still dripping with his come, but he chose to let it stain 
his pants. 

"I've got some more work to do," said Frank. "I hope that you two girls have 
been satisfied." 

"Couldn't we do it again?" asked Tammy. "I really dig Carolyn's cunt. It's 
so hot and juicy." 

Carolyn looked horrified, but she had no choice. Frank smiled. "Sure, baby, 
you go and suck her out as much as you want. And if there is anything else 
you would like to do to her, why just go ahead. I don't care what you do, 
but if it is something really exciting, you go and call me right away. I 
want to see it if it's going to be really groovy." 

"Sure, Frank. I'll think of something new for you." 

"I'm going downstairs. When you both get really hot, call me." 

Frank left, but he locked the girls in the room just in case Carolyn would 
try to escape. He knew he could trust Tammy. Tammy was ever so much more 
cooperative than Carolyn. 

Carolyn watched Frank go. She began to really loathe him even more than 
before. There was something so evil about him, that she to her, he was just 
about the most degenerate person in the world. 

"Well, gorgeous, how about it?" asked Tammy. "It's time for some more cunt 
action." Carolyn looked hard at Tammy. Perhaps it was because Tammy's cunt 
had actually turned her on, but the girl seemed a bit less hard, a bit more 
sympathetic now that Frank was gone. She wondered if she could now 
communicate her problems to Tammy. Tammy was her only chance, now that 
Mark's plan for the police had failed. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Tammy started to slide her fingers into her slit, hoping that Carolyn would 
do the same. 

"I know you liked it before. Don't you want to have another good time?" 

"Oh, Tammy, I just can't." 

"Why not? You're young. You can't be tired. Would you want Frank to come 
back and watch us suck cunt?" 

"Frank? Oh, no! I hate that man. I can't tell you how much I hate him." 

"Oh, but you already have. You have said you hated him over and over." 

"Well, I have good reason to." 

"You mean you think you've been kidnapped?" 

"Yes." Carolyn waited for the torrent of ridicule and abuse that Tammy had 
heaped upon her before, but this time Tammy was strangely silent. 

"You know, maybe there is something to what you say. I hadn't realized it 
before, but the way Frank yelled at the both of us, maybe he is a bit odd. 
Look, I'm sorry that I laughed at you before, but I was really high on 
liquor and drugs. I've come down a bit now." 

"It's okay. He keeps me locked in this room and I can't go anywhere. I can't 
even make a telephone call. I'm a prisoner. I can't yell, because no one 
will hear me." 

"Frank doesn't lock the doors. Look, you can leave now if you want. Here, 
I'll show you how to get out. Of course, Frank will see that you've left, 
but he won't mind." 

Tammy went over to the door and tried to open it. She was stunned when she 
discovered that it was indeed locked. 

"See? He's always locking me up. I can't' stand it anymore. I'm going crazy. 
Tammy, you've simply got to help me!" 

"But what can I do?" asked Tammy. "I mean if Frank really is keeping you 
prisoner, he certainly isn't going to give you up without a fight. He won't 
let me out of his sight either." 

"I don't know. We've got to do something." 

"Are you sure that you are a prisoner? Maybe he locked the door by mistake." 

"It's no mistake, Tammy. He is an evil man. Did he promise you a job too?" 

"Why yes. It's just that nothing has turned up." 

"Nothing will. He promises girls jobs all the time. I've got it all figured 
out. He only wants to fuck them, that's all." 

Tammy hesitated. If it was true, then she could be held prisoner just as 
much as Carolyn was. 

"I'll see what I can do," said Tammy. "But I can't promise you anything." 

"Please try to contact Mark Hudson. He's the guy who was here before. I know 
he'll try to set me free." 

"Mark Hudson. Well, okay. I will have to make sure that Frank is what you 
say he is, though. I don't want to louse up my chances of getting a really 
good job." 

"The only jobs he has are blowjobs and handjobs." 

"Okay. I'll see what I can do." 

Tammy tried to leave, but again was reminded that the door was locked. It 
annoyed her, because she couldn't leave of her own free will. 

She started to knock on the door, and Frank soon started going up the 
stairs. "Are you girls really hot again?" he asked breathlessly as he 
unlocked the door. 

He opened it, and was very surprised to discover that the girls were both 
sitting in chairs, waiting for him. 

"Hey, I thought you were going to call me when you were really hot? What's 
wrong?" 

"Oh, we just did some more cuntsucking," lied Tammy. "I didn't think you 
would want to see more of the same." 

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Was it good?" 

"Terrific. That Carolyn sure has a wild tongue." 

Frank was pleased that his ward had given satisfaction to his latest fling. 
Tammy was going to prove to be all right. 

"Okay, let's go," he said to Tammy. 

"Isn't Carolyn coming?" asked the girl. "No. She's sick. She has to stay in 
bed. Doctor's orders." 

Frank closed the door behind them and relocked it. Tammy asked him why he 
needed to lock the door, and Frank explained that Carolyn was so ill, that 
she had to be protected against herself. "She might mistakenly leave-and 
then she would be deprived of her medication," said Frank. 

Tammy wanted to be sure that Frank still trusted her. She knew that if he 
suspected that she might be helping Carolyn, she would find herself in the 
same type of prison situation that Carolyn was in. 

Tammy realized that Frank rarely let her out of his sight. He trusted her 
enough not to lock her up, but she could never go outside without being 
accompanied by Frank. 

She wondered how she could get word to Mark Hudson that Carolyn was still 
being kept prisoner. She didn't know if she would be able to get to a 
telephone, since Frank kept his locked up in his study. 

Frank rarely let anyone enter his study. There would be too many things that 
might give away his modus operandi and if such material fell into the wrong 
hands, then he could be done for. 

But Tammy was getting to be more and more trustworthy. He relaxed his grip 
on her, and she never seemed to want to be anywhere without him. Tammy was a 
really groovy chick who seemed to groove on him as much as he did on her. 

Of course, Tammy was really turned on by Frank. Even though she suspected 
that he was not the charming person she thought he was in the beginning, he 
still thrilled her physically, and she enjoyed the sex she had with him, 
even if he indeed did keep girls as prisoners. 

The next morning, he had some letters to write. Apparently he was not 
getting the response he had anticipated, and wondered if anyone was 
sabotaging his operation. 

"Hey, why don't you come into my office and keep me company," suggested 
Frank. 

It was a departure from his routine, but he was feeling horny, and would 
like a bit of female companionship. Perhaps he would be stimulated to write 
some really good letters, if a girl would be there to massage his prick 
while he was working. 

Tammy agreed. She knew that his study was very important to him, and she was 
pleased to be asked to join him there. 

As Frank was busy with some papers, Tammy idly started looking at an old 
photo album. 

She saw one picture of a guy standing next to Frank. They had both been 
fishing and the picture was labeled "Mark and Frank at Kotter's Lake." 

Tammy looked at them. They were both shirt less, and the other guy was very 
handsome. 

She left the album opened to that page and walked back to Frank's desk. 

Frank reached out for her and started to fondle her tits. 

She squealed as he pressed his hand into her, and the more he rubbed, the 
warmer she became. 

Frank was still half-concentrating on the work that she was doing, but Tammy 
was getting more and more worked up. 

Tammy finally started to place her hand on his crotch, and she started to 
rub his meat, feeling it get harder and harder as she stroked the cloth. 

Frank was beginning to be unable to concentrate on his work. He finally put 
it aside, and turned his attention fully to Tammy. 

"Boy, you sure are hot today," he said to her, as his penis was now really 
stiff. Frank, like most men, found it difficult to work at anything with a 
hardon. 

She reached inside her skirt, and started to play with her cunt. Frank went 
wild as she pulled down her panties which were already stained with pussy 
juice. 

"I got something for you, big boy! Take a look at what I got for you." 

Frank looked closely as Tammy started to fingerfuck herself. She slid her 
fingers in and out of her pussy, and Frank nearly creamed in his pants 
watching her go wild as she played with herself. 

"Baby, your cunt is hot! I want that pussy, Tammy baby! Come over here and 
let me eat you out from the inside!" 

She spread her legs for Frank as he leaned over to press his lips to her 
cunt hairs. 

She was really juicing up, and she started to unzip Frank's pants, aching to 
feel the pulsating of his rigid prick meat. 

His balls were warm to her touch, and she squeezed them gently, as if to 
stimulate the flow of male juice from the tip of his super-hard cock. 

"Oooh, I want to suck this fucking hard dick, Frank baby! I want it! Let me 
lick it all over from the tip all the way down to your balls. I love sucking 
on a guy's balls, it makes me feel really good inside!" 

Frank could feel his prick trembling with excitement as he pressed the meat 
against Tammy's craving mouth. 

Her Ups were warm and wet, and as he slid his dick into her, she closed her 
mouth around his spear and slurped hard. 

She caressed his balls, trying to squeeze them into her mouth at the same 
time as his rigid shaft. 

"Oh, baby, you are hot today. You are so fucking hot!" 

Her cunt was burning up with fire as his mouth tried to suck up ever last 
drop of creamy pussy juice. He wanted to suck her dry. 

The bright red cunt Ups were pressed against his tongue, and he licked her 
carefully and slowly as he more violently rammed his own genitalia into her 
face. 

Frank couldn't get over how hot she was. She was so turned on, that he 
wondered if she was more excited without drugs than with them. If that was 
the case, he would never let her touch alcohol and amyl nitrate again. 

"Suck me! Ohh, suck that cock! Eat my hard meat, baby! Ohhh! Ohhh!" 

He cried out with pleasure as Tammy finally succeeded in sucking on his 
balls together with the shaft. She loved eating his entire prick meat. She 
couldn't get enough of his cock. 

He felt as if he was ready to come right away. He wanted to prolong his 
pleasure, though and so he had to withdraw his meat from her face, so as not 
to ejaculate prematurely. 

"Hey, why did you do that?" she asked. "Because you are too hot for me now, 
baby," he answered. "Christ, you are fucking horny, you bitch Tammy!" 

She laughed. "Yeah, I'm really turned on today. I was looking through your 
scrapbook and found a picture of you and another guy and both of you made me 
really hot!" 

"Oh?" 

"Yeah. You and this Mark person. Both of you are so well built, that my cunt 
just started to flow like mad." 

"Mark, huh?" 

"Yeah, he's groovy. If you still know him, I would love to have his cock up 
my slit." 

"We'll see. Forget about him, though now. Just suck my prick. Come on, baby, 
don't stop. Why did you stop sucking me off?" 

Tammy was too tactful to remind him that it was he who had done the 
stopping, but she just slowly pressed her lips around his hard spear, and 
continued to eat his penis as if there had been no interruption. 

She rubbed her pussy against his face, driving him so wild, that again he 
almost came. 

She kept pressing her crotch into his face. His tongue could hardly keep up 
with the flow of hot pussy cream that she kept secreting faster and faster. 

"Suck that cock! Oh, Tammy baby, suck my fucking cock!" 

She licked his balls hard. She squeezed them with her tongue, and he groaned 
loudly as he felt his prick nearing the point of no return. 

Frank suddenly switched his attention from her cunt to her tits. Tammy felt 
his mouth sucking hard on her nipples, and, as they were quite stiff and 
hard, was almost afraid that he would bite them clean off. 

His mouth sucked on her flesh, and she was now oozing so much pussy juice, 
that the rug was being stained. 

His penis was still thrust deeply into her mouth. She couldn't slow down her 
tonguing action, and he was just on the verge of shooting his load. 

He quickly returned to suck out her pussy. She screamed as his mouth 
practically forced its way all the way up her slit, and she held his head 
between her legs as she rammed her body up against him. 

He felt his balls trembling and shaking. He was about to come. He was going 
to fill her face up with his hot sperm. 

"Suck that cock! Ohhhhh! Suck it! Ohhh!! Suck me! SUCK ME OFF!! OHHHH!! 
OHH!! OHHHH! I'M COMING!! I'M SHOOTING!! OHHHH!!! OHHHHH!!!" 

His penis burst open with a thick barrage of hot creamy jism. 

Tammy swallowed hard. She felt the thick jets of male ooze pouring into her 
face, and no matter how fast she swallowed there was still more cream to 
suck on. 

She nearly gagged. He had gotten so turned on because her cunt had been so 
hot, that she almost drowned in a sea of sperm. 

"Ohhhhhh," sighed Frank as the last of his jism made him shake. "Baby, that 
was the best blowjob I've ever had." 

"Your cock is delicious," said Tammy. "You really can face-fuck me anytime 
you want to." 

Tammy had felt her clitoris being stimulated beyond her wildest dreams. Her 
shouts of ecstatic pleasure was even heard by Carolyn, who thought that all 
was lost, now that Tammy must be completely under the spell of that evil 
monster Frank. 

Tammy, however, had not forgotten about Carolyn, and had a plan of her own. 

"Baby, you were so hot, today. What got you all up like that?" 

"I told you, big boy. It was looking at you in that picture, and that other 
guy." 

"Mark?" 

"Yeah. He's some stud. Boy, I'd sure like for his dick to get inside my 
cunt. You still know him?" 

"Well, not really. No. Sorry, Tammy, but he's moved out to California." 

"Oh? That's too bad. Because I really want to have him fuck me. Yes. If he 
were to fuck me just once, I would be so hot for months, that if you think 
today was hot, just wait!" 

"Well, maybe he's come back," said Frank, trying to think of how great it 
would be if Tammy could be even hotter than she was today. "I'll give his 
old number a call. Maybe he'll be there." 

Tammy knew that he had been lying. She figured that Frank didn't want Mark 
to see her. 

Frank dialed Mark's number. When Mark finally answered, he was not too 
pleased to hear from Frank. 

"How's Carolyn?" 

"That's not why I called you. I have another girl you might like." 

"Listen, cocksucker, I don't want anything from you anymore. You and I have 
nothing to do with each other. That girl is going to get away from you 
someday, and you are going to be really sorry when she does." 

Mark slammed down the phone. "Sorry, cookie, he's not interested." 

"Oh, but he must be. I'll go crazy if I can't have him fuck me. You must 
call him again. Please! I can feel my cunt burning up for him already! 
Please, he must fuck me." 

"Look Tammy, I told you he was not interested. Now, let's you and I have a 
really hot and wild time together." 

"He hasn't even met me. How could he turn me down?" 

Tammy knew what had transpired, because she had heard Frank's part of the 
conversation. She realized now that what Carolyn had said was indeed true. 
Frank had offered her to Mark. That took a lot of nerve. 

"Well, if I can't have Mark, I'm going to be very unhappy. Couldn't I wait 
in front of his house and let him see me?" 

"No. I think it would be best if I came along with you." 

"But he might not like that." 

"But I would." 

Tammy started to pout. It annoyed Frank, not because she was pouting, but 
because she had said that her pussy would only get hotter if she made it 
with Mark. 

Finally, Tammy suggested that they go out to one of Mark's favorite bars, 
and she could see if he would notice her there. 

"If he won't even look at me, I promise that I won't talk about him again." 

"Well, okay." 

"Where does he hang out?" asked Tammy. 

"I know a couple of places. We'll go tonight." Tammy was planning to get 
some kind of message to Mark. She would have to be careful because Frank was 
determined to come along. 

"What about that fucking bitch upstairs?" asked Tammy. Even though she felt 
funny insulting Carolyn like that, she knew she had to say things like that 
so that Frank wouldn't suspect she had changed sides. 

"Oh, we'll just keep her locked up so she doesn't do any harm." 

"You mean you are going to leave her all alone?" 

"Well, no one will know that I'm not here. I'll put on some sort of fake 
beard and wig. 

That, way I can watch you and Mark and no one will know it's me doing it. 
But there is one thing." 

"What's that?" 

"If you make it with him, you have to bring him to a room in a hotel. I want 
to take the room next door and try to listen in on him and you. That will 
really turn me on." 

"Sure baby, that sounds terrific. I'm promising you that if he fucks me, 
you'll be turned on by my really hot cunt." 

"Terrific. So we'll go out tonight. The old bitch upstairs will never know 
what she is missing." 

"Good. She deserves nothing better." 

Frank was pleased that Tammy appeared to agree with him completely about 
what should be done with Carolyn. 

He was beginning to relax his guard. He was sure that he could trust her. 

They set out that evening for some of Mark's favorite haunts. Frank knew 
where they were, because for years they had been drinking companions. 

Frank put on a red beard and wore a hat that almost obscured his face. He 
also wore sunglasses to complete his disguise. Though he looked sort of 
funny, neither Mark nor anyone else would really know who he was. 

They found him at the second place they looked. The Unicom was a small pub 
on the east side of town, and it catered mainly to single guys and girls. 

Mark was standing at the bar, chatting with the bartender. Tammy recognized 
him from his picture. 

'I'll sit at the next table," said Frank. "Remember, take him back to the 
Eagle Hotel. I know the guy who runs it. He'll give me the room next to 
yours." 

"Okay." She winked at Frank. He was pleased. He had no idea that this young 
bombshell of a girl was going to be his undoing. 

Tammy sat at the table, looking as sexy as she could. She was immediately 
spotted by a dozen guys, and she had to fight them all off. 

One guy, however, was quite persistent in trying to make it with her. She 
tried to get rid of him, but without much success. 

It paved the way, however, for her introduction to Mark. 

Mark saw that this guy was not leaving that pretty girl at that table alone. 
He moved in and told the guy to get lost. 

Mark was big and burly, and when the guy looked at who was giving him 
orders, he immediately crept away, hoping to escape with his life. 

"Oh, thank you," said Tammy, batting her eyelashes. "Thank so you much. I 
was so frightened of him." 

She arranged her blouse so that a bit more tit was showing. 

"You shouldn't come in here alone," said Mark. "Some of the guys are pretty 
rough." 

"Oh, I can see that. I'm so glad that you protected me. Thank you again." 

"Uh, sure. You shouldn't remain alone. Do you mind if I sit down next to 
you?" 

"Oh, not at all. I would like it. This place scares me." 

"I've never seen you before. Are you new to town?" 

"Yes. I arrived yesterday." 

"Where are you staying?" 

"At the Eagle Hotel." 

"That dump? There are lots of better places, you know." 

"Oh, I didn't know. But thank you for telling me that." 

"Sure. What's your name?" 

"Tammy Carson. What's yours?" 

"Mark Hudson. What are you drinking?" 

"A coke." 

"Want another?" 

"Sure." Mark signaled the waiter to bring another round of drinks. Tammy 
reached into her bag and took out a pencil and idly began to doodle on a 
piece of napkin. 

She looked over at Frank and winked at him. 

He seemed pleased with what had transpired so far. She was doing just the 
right thing to get Mark to go to bed with her. 

She sipped her coke as she drew pictures on the napkin. Mark paid no 
attention to her. Her scribbling become more intense, and when he later 
tried to see what was on the napkin, she wouldn't let him look at it. 

Mark and Tammy were engaged in a very animated conversation but he hadn't 
asked her to come back to his place, and had not given the opportunity to 
ask him to the hotel. 

Tammy saw her opportunity when Mark ordered another round of drinks. 

She was given the coke, and then, as she went to pick it up, she 
deliberately spilled it all over herself. 

"Goddamn it!" she said loudly. "I'm so clumsy!" 

Mark reached over for the nearest available napkin and started to wipe off 
the stains from her dress, when he noticed that she had been doing a lot of 
writing on the napkin. 

She had not wanted Mark to see it before, because she didn't want Frank to 
realize that she had been writing something and if Mark took the time to 
read it, Frank would have caught on. 

But now Frank's attention was distracted, and Mark read the napkin very 
carefully. 

"That man in the red beard sitting at the comer table is Frank Taylor," the 
note read. "I need your help to rescue Carolyn. Ask me to your place, and 
then apologize saying that we can't go there because of a girlfriend or 
something. And if you have access to a tape recorder, get it. Carolyn needs 
your help." Mark read the note as he cleaned up the spill with additional 
napkins. 

"I'm just so clumsy," said Tammy. 

"I think you're all right now. You know, I think this place is getting to me 
too. Why don't we get out of here. Do you like to listen to music? I've got 
a great record collection." Tammy smiled. "Sure," she said. 

"Oh, wait. I just remembered. The house is being painted. Well, maybe next 
time." 

"Look," said Tammy, as they started to leave the pub with Frank close 
behind, why don't we just come back to the hotel that I'm staying at?" 

"You sure you want me to?" 

"Sure. Of course, I don't have a phonograph, but we'll find something to 
do." 

She winked at Mark, and he winked back. Frank was able to hear every word, 
and he was pleased that things were working out so well. 

"I know," said Mark. "My buddy who works here has a tape recorder in the 
back with lots of tapes. Let me get it." 

"Okay," said Tammy. While Mark was in the back, Frank whispered to Tammy. 

"Everything okay?" 

"Sure. He's so groovy. I can't wait until it's over and I can get back to 
you." 

"I'm getting hard just thinking about it," said Frank. "Don't forget, I'm 
going to be listening in on the two of you making love. I love to hear the 
noises of a guy fucking a girl." 

"We'll be as loud as we can," said Tammy. 

"Great!" Frank suddenly saw Mark return with the tape recorder. He quickly 
hid so that Mark wouldn't think anything was amiss. 

"Let's go," said Tammy. "The Eagle Hotel is just around the corner." 

They went up to the front desk, and the clerk, who had been told by Frank 
that they would be there, gave them room 513, while Frank, who came in 
moments later, was given 514. 

As soon as they entered the room, Tammy took out a notepaper and pencil and 
wrote everything down. She didn't want Frank to overhear anything. 

Mark was informed of her plan, and also that Frank was listening in the next 
room. 

Since Mark had been quite taken with her, he was only too ready to make love 
to her. The gimmick was that instead of fucking with music in the 
background, they were going to record the sounds of their lovemaking. 

"You really are a lovely girl, Tammy," said Mark. "When I first saw you in 
the bar, I knew that you were the one girl for me." 

"Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls." 

"Yes, that's true. But only to the ones named Tammy." 

Tammy laughed. Mark was indeed a very likeable person. No wonder Carolyn 
liked him and trusted him. 

She leaned back on the sofa as Mark sat down next to her. With the 
microphone from the tape recorder picking up every sound, she began to sigh 
loudly, as Mark began to slide his fingers underneath her blouse and toy 
with her nipples. 

"Oh, that feels so good," she squealed. "I love to have my nipples made 
really hard." 

"That's not all that's hard," said Mark. "I've got something that is even 
harder than you're nipples. And it's certainly bigger too." 

"Mmm, I bet it is," said Tammy as she rubbed her hands against his fly. 

She could feel that his prick was even bigger than Frank's prick, and she 
was glad that she had hit upon this particular scheme to free Carolyn. It 
would make her feel really good in the process. 

"I just love touching you all over," said Tammy, as she unzipped his fly, 
and started to rub her hands against his balls. 

"Baby, you can touch me everywhere, because that's just what I'm going to do 
to you. You really are turning me on, baby! My prick is so hard and it's all 
for you." 

"Mmm, it's going to taste really good too. 

I want you to suck my pussy as I lick your cock, and then I want you to fuck 
me. I just would love to have that really big dick pounding in and out of my 
hot cunt!" 

In the next room, Frank was listening to every word as his ear was pressed 
against the wall. He wished that he could drill a hole and watch them, but 
that was impossible. Still, his own cock was hard, and as he listened to the 
couple next door, he rubbed his meat and would do so until he came. 

"Oh, your cock feels so good! I want it, oh, I want it! I want to feel that 
hot and hard cock sliding in and out of my pussy! Fuck me, Mark! Ohhh, 
please fuck me!" 

Mark started to remove all of Tammy's clothes. She was sure some bundle of 
dynamite, and he couldn't wait to actually plunge his meat between her hot 
legs. 

Her cunt hairs were sopping wet. Her cunt has oozed with hot juice and she 
was ready for a hard piece of meat to fuck her. 

His balls trembled as he placed his prick right at the opening to her body. 
She grasped his balls as he slowly separated the folds of her pussy with the 
tip of his dick. 

''Ohhhhh!" she screamed as his organ plunged deeper and deeper into her 
crevice. "Fuck me harder! Ohhhh! Fuck me! Ohhhhh! Fuck me! I want to be 
fucked! I want it! Ohhh!" 

She was really going wild. Though she had done it for Carolyn, Mark was 
turning out to be the sexiest man she had ever known. 

His cock was rigid. It was so hard, that it slid all the way up her tunnel 
and she felt such exquisite pleasure that had his penis been twice as long 
she would have nearly died with hot pleasure. 

"Fuck me! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" She could not control her screaming. She loved 
that piece of meat plunging in and out of her hole. 

Mark could feel her clitoris as he stimulated it with his penis. He fucked 
her really hard, his balls slapping and banging against her pussy, and his 
hands twisting and kneading her melon-like tit flesh. 

She screamed as he pushed his prick deeper into her hole. Her whole body was 
twisting with pleasure. She was going out of her mind. She was losing 
control. Her whole being was being overtaken by cock. 

His cock smashed her harder. She could feel her pussy walls closing in 
around his thick piece of tubing, and she squeezed her legs together so as 
to apply even greater pressure on his dong. 

Her ass was pounding hard against the sofa. Mark slid his hand underneath 
her ass, and pressed her flesh hard. 

She screamed as she felt a finger sliding up her asshole. 

The pleasure was intense and terrific. No longer would she be content to 
have sex with Frank. He just couldn't measure up to this dynamite stud. 

"Ohhhh! I want it! Your cock is so hard! Ohhh! Fuck me! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! I 
want to be fucked harder! Ohhh! My cunt is on fire! It's burning up! Fuck 
me! Ram your prick all the way into me! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" 

Tammy was crying hysterically. She was in the midst of such great pleasure, 
that at this moment, she didn't care about anything or anyone except for 
Mark and his cock. That was all that mattered to her at this point. 

"Fuck me! Ohhhhh! Fuck me! FUCK ME, MARK!! FUCK MY FUCKING CUNT!! OHH!! 
OHHHH!!!! OHHHHHHHH!!!!" 

She screamed at the top of her lungs. She was going so wild, that she didn't 
realize that at just this moment, Frank was creaming. He had jerked off and 
his come was shooting out of his prick flying all over the next room. 

Mark was pumping as hard as he could. His balls were twitching, and he was 
ready to release his huge store of semen. 

"I'm going to come, baby!" he cried. "I'm going to fill you up! Get fucked, 
Tammy! Oh, baby, get fucked!" 

His dick rammed in and out of her pussy faster and faster. He was losing 
complete control of himself, as his penis trembled and then with one final 
thrust, started to spurt out its hot thick goo. 

"I'm coming! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! I'm coming!! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!!" 

His prick released such a huge quantity of hot thick cream, that it oozed 
right out again of her cunt, and she rubbed his semen into her pussy hairs, 
thereby mixing it with her own lubricating juices. 

Tammy's pussy had leaked so much fluid, that they stained everything they 
touched. It was an incredible scene. The two of them were still intertwined 
with each other as they lay perfectly still, his cock still inside her hot 
pussy hole. 

"Oh, that was incredible," said Tammy. "You really turned me on." 

"And you turned me on," said Mark. "I really had no idea you were so hot." 

"You made me hot, baby," said Tammy, "You and your fucking hard piece of 
cock meat is what did it." 

Mark bent over towards Tammy and kissed her gently. She had made him happy 
on two counts. First, she was going to lead him to a way to release Carolyn, 
and second, her own pussy had made his as hot and hard as had Carolyn's that 
time he made it with her. 

"Let's do it again," said Tammy in a loud voice. "I want to do it all over 
again in exactly the same way." 

Mark looked surprised. Even he,, a really hard and strong stud, felt that he 
needed some rest. It wasn't until Tammy switched on the tape recorder to 
play back their session that he understood. They wouldn't fuck, but Frank, 
listening in on them, would think that they were doing it all over again. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Tammy now whispered. Frank wouldn't be able to hear them above the tape 
recorder. Besides, he would think that they were fucking all over again. 

She reached into her purse and handed him a set of keys. "I stole these from 
him earlier. The silver one is for the room off that corridor upstairs. The 
one where Carolyn is locked up in. The other is for the front door. 

"Tell her to wait in a hotel. Pick one that's clean, not like this dump. 
And, do you think it would be a good idea to mess up the place a bit, so 
Frank will think burglars were there to rob the joint?" 

"Good thinking. You know, I could never think of a way to help Carolyn, and 
you did. It just goes to show you that women's brains are sometimes sharper 
than a guy's brain." 

"It's no time to start paying compliments. This tape will run out in about 
an hour. I'll be here to add to the noise, but I don't want to have to start 
the tape again. He might catch on if I did." 

"Okay, I'm on my way. I'll sneak out the back way through the fire escape so 
the clerk won't see me and notify Frank." 

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Now hurry!" Mark was off like a light. He 
was going to rescue Carolyn. Everything was going to be all right. 

Tammy played back the tape, and she put her ear to the wall. She heard Frank 
getting hard all over again, and she was amused. He sure liked to jerk off a 
lot. 

She started groaning and moaning to add to the sounds on the tape, just in 
case he thought that they sounded familiar. 

While Tammy was pretending to have wild sex again, Mark was unlocking the 
front door to Frank's place, to set Carolyn free. 

He entered without much problem. He did have a bit of trouble finding the 
room, but he started to call out to Carolyn. 

She must have been asleep, because she didn't answer him at first, and Mark 
thought that something really wrong had happened to her. 

She finally heard someone calling for her, and she yelled back. 

"I'm in here! Who is this?" She sounded cheerful and happy. It was obviously 
not Frank who was looking for her, and that could only be good news. 

Mark was so excited as he tried to unlock the door that he almost broke the 
key. But he managed to get the door opened, and when she saw who it was, she 
practically flew into his arms. 

"Oh, Mark! You did it! Oh, thank you! I'm so happy!" 

"Quick, we don't have much time. Let's get the fuck out of here." 

He dragged her down the stairs. She had been caught unawares, and she wasn't 
dressed. 

"I'll buy you clothes later. Let's turn over the furniture and break what we 
can." 

They spent ten to twenty- minutes ransacking the place, and then dashed into 
the street. She was clad in only her robe, and so he knew that no hotel 
would take her in. He raced her over to a waiting taxi, and told the driver 
to take her to a certain address. There was a girl waiting there, and she 
would be informed of her arrival. 

Mark called the girl, and when all that was settled, he raced back to the 
Eagle Hotel, and snuck into the building. 

He tapped softly on the door, and Tammy opened it. The tape was just about 
to run out, and the sounds coming from it were those at the height of 
orgasm. 

"Hey, it turns me on to listen to it," said Mark. 

"You should hear what it's been doing to Frank. That guy has beaten off 
three times." 

"Well, that's his bag. He steals girls and jerks off. Some nut." 

"Yeah." Tammy and Mark began to pretend that they had just finished having 
sex again. 

Mark, in a loud voice, told Tammy that he was glad he met her, and asked her 
for her phone number. 

Tammy, in an equally loud voice, said that she really couldn't give it to 
him, because it would make her boyfriend jealous. 

Mark, however, wrote down the address of the place where Carolyn was 
staying, and said that she should contact him there. The apartment was all 
messed up, and Mark would call the police, telling them that he was a 
neighbor and had seen burglars. As soon as she could, she should slip away. 

Tammy suggested that instead of saying that he was just a neighbor, he 
should say that this guy is the one who kidnapped the girl, and he had 
Carolyn to prove it. They would have to take him in. 

Mark agreed, but first asked if Tammy could steal the records of his own 
participation in this kind of activity. She agreed, feeling that he had 
redeemed himself. 

That settled, Mark made loud noises of goodbyes, and left. 

Tammy tapped on the wall, and Frank came around to the room. 

"How was it?" 

"Oooh, it was so groovy! I'm ready for your cock now, Frank. I want your 
cock! He made me hot for you. That's what he did. He only made me feel 
really hot for you." 

"I'd like to rest up a bit," said Frank. "Let's go back home, and after a 
bit, I'll sample your sweet and luscious pussy again." 

"Okay," said Tammy, who knew what awaited Frank when he returned home. 

He walked in the door and started to shout. "Hey! Look at that! My God! I've 
been robbed!" 

Frank dashed upstairs. He raced into the room where Carolyn had been kept, 
and started scream at the top of his lungs. 

The police arrived, however. When Frank heard them, he dashed down to the 
front room to try to get rid of them. 

This gave Tammy the opportunity to race into his study and steal the records 
that would incriminate Mark. 

She returned to the front room as Frank was trying to persuade the cops to 
leave. 

"Look, I didn't call you. Nothing was taken. Don't worry about it. Okay? So 
you guys can go away. I refuse to press charges against whoever did this." 

"You seem to be under a misapprehension," said one of the officers. "We 
didn't come here to investigate a robbery." 

"No? Then get out! I don't want you here." 

"We're here to arrest you on grounds of kidnapping." 

"What?" 

"Okay boys, handcuff him," said the officer in charge. 

Quickly, Frank was put in handcuffs. He looked at Tammy who looked wide-eyed 
and innocent. 

"She's the one! She's the one who did all the kidnapping!" said Frank, 
trying to pin the rap on Tammy. 

One of the cops laughed. "Don't make things worse for yourself than they 
are. She's one of the ones who filed the charges against you." 

Frank turned to her with hate and rage in his eyes. "You?" 

Tammy nodded slowly as she moved closer to a policeman for protection. 

"You are one of the lowest, most foul people I've ever known. You stink!" 
She was quite angry when she spoke. 

"You ungrateful wretch! After all I've done for you!" 

"You've done nothing. If I didn't play my cards right, I would have wound up 
like Carolyn. She's free now, no thanks to you." 

"I'll get you for this!" Frank shouted as the cops led him away. "You'll be 
sorry!" 

Tammy watched them all go. Then she got into a taxi and headed over to 
Mark's girlfriend's place, where she met Mark and Carolyn. 

"He's been taken away," said Tammy. "The next step is to see that he gets 
put away for many years." 

"He will, too. I'll do what I can to help, even if it means the same thing 
for me." 

"No, Mark, they'll let you get off. You didn't do what he did. You weren't 
really up front about what you did, but you helped free Carolyn." 

Carolyn was grateful for what Tammy and Mark had done for her. "I won't ever 
be able to thank you enough," said Carolyn. "I would have been held there 
for the rest of my life." 

"Who knows? So could I have been," said Tammy. "Well, thank God he's been 
put away." 

Mark found out later that several other girls had come forward and testified 
against Frank. He was going to be put in jail for a very long time. 

Tammy and Carolyn both set up an apartment together. They both found jobs, 
though perhaps not the glamorous type jobs they thought they would get from 
Frank. 

"At least it's an honest living," said Tammy. "I feel a lot freer now." 

"I can't tell you how good I feel," said Carolyn. "I feel as if I owe my 
life to you and Mark." 

Mark came over to visit them shortly after they had set up housekeeping. He 
enjoyed the company of both girls, as they had both turned him on, and he 
was pleased to see that they were getting along so well together. 

"Stay for dinner," suggested Carolyn. "There is plenty for you." 

"Oh, I couldn't," protested Mark. 

"Don't be coy. We both want you to stay, you know that." 

"Do you really?" 

"Yes," said Carolyn and Tammy at the same time. 

"Well then, I'll stay," said Mark. 

Carolyn and Tammy set a very attractive table and they sat down to eat and 
drink. 

There was plenty of food and wine, and the three of them got quite 
plastered, celebrating their newly found freedom. 

After dinner, they all relaxed in the living room, and both girls, who had 
been eyeing Mark since the start of the evening, approached him, Tammy 
casually rubbing his thigh, and Carolyn putting her arms around his 
shoulders. 

"Hmm, this is the best part of the evening," said Mark, who was enjoying the 
attention he was getting. He lay back as the girls started to get more and 
more passionate with him. 

Tammy was now reaching up to his fly. His cock became hard the moment that 
she pressed her hands against his zipper, and, not to be outdone, Carolyn 
took hold of Mark's hand and placed it between her legs. 

"Oh, baby, this is terrific," exclaimed Mark, who by now was really horny. 

The combination of the wine and the girls had made him really hot, and his 
prick was so hard now, that it ached to be confined within his trousers. 

Tammy started to unzip his pants, but as soon as she had reached in to take 
out his cock and balls, Carolyn had joined her, and together, the two of 
them started to alternately suck his cock. 

Carolyn went wild as she licked the tip of his hard spear, and Tammy went 
equally wild as she sucked on his balls. 

"Oh, that's terrific!" moaned Mark. "You girls are driving me crazy!" 

He started to fingerfuck Carolyn, feeling the warm and juicy pussy 
lubricants that were beginning to flow and ooze out of her cunt. 

"Fuck me," whispered Carolyn. "Oh, that feels so good!" 

The three of them were by now on the floor, twisting and turning, each girl 
trying to grab hold of Mark's dong with her lips. 

His prick was throbbing and pulsating now, and he started to scream with 
delight, as he felt his balls ready to release their huge store of hot semen 
into their bodies. 

"Suck that cock!" he cried. "Suck it! Ohhhh! Suck it! Ohhhh!" 

Tammy started to fingerfuck, herself, and she was moaning with pleasure. Her 
fingers worked quickly, and she felt that she could bring her clitoris to 
climax in a very short time. 

Carolyn's cunt was still being massaged by Mark's fingers, and she began to 
cry out with sheer erotic pleasure. 

"Ohhh! I want it! I want to be fucked! Ohh!! Ohhh! Fuck me, please fuck me!" 

Both girls had their faces buried between Mark's legs, and they were 
alternately sucking on his spear. 

Mark was at the supreme heights of ecstasy. His prick was being eaten by two 
girls, and he felt that when he shot, he would shoot so much come, that the 
room might practically float away. 

"Suck that cock!" he cried. "Suck it! Ohh! Oh, baby, I'm going to shoot! 
Both you, you catch that come with your faces! I want to shoot my cream all 
over you! Ohhh! Ohh! I'm coming! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!!" 

Mark went wild, They had massaged his prick so much that when his prick 
finally exploded, there was a tremendous forceful burst of energy shooting 
out of his dick. 

The thick white cream gushed out and coated their faces completely. They 
licked up as much as they could, but the rest of the semen just dribbled 
down their chins. 

Each girl felt happy and complete. It had been an ordeal, but they had come 
through it without too many scars. 

For Carolyn, however, the feeling of relief and happiness was extreme. As 
she confided to Mark and Tammy, it was as if she was born again. "Yes," she 
said. "I feel born again," and Carolyn wiped the last traces of come from 
her face. 


THE END
