Teacher In Chains
by William Ellis


FOREWORD 

It is hard to conceive in this day and age, especially in our Western 
society, that individual human beings could be, and are now, being treated 
like mere chattels and worse. 

Yet there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers labor for 
a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest 
against their meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over as much as 
fifty percent of their produce to large landowners to pay off an 
ever-increasing debt, the termination of which they will never live to see. 
Illegal aliens must work for cruelly low wages or face exposure and 
deportation. 

And then there is Jenny Grant, a sensitive young girl who never would have 
dreamed that a job as a tutor to the son of Walthy Thomas Powell would lead 
her into a nightmare world of rape, degradation and violence. 

TEACHER IN CHAINS - the story of a girl who finds out what it is like to be 
treated like an object rather than a person. A reminder that our society is 
still a long way from Utopia. 

- The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Thomas Heddington Powell looked over the folder in his hand at the young 
woman sitting on the other side of his desk. She seemed uncomfortable under 
his steady gaze but if she wanted the job as badly as she had said she did, 
she could take it for a minute or two. 

She was a luscious-looking female. The burnished copper waves of her hair 
cascaded down to nestle around her shoulders. Her big green eyes fascinated 
him, making him want to see them wide with passion. 

The bra she was wearing to hold her generous tits had to be gauze thin. He 
could see the proud points of her nipples easily. The fashionable slit in 
the side of her dress was exposing a well-turned calf and more white thigh 
than she was probably aware of. Yes, indeed, a fine-looking piece. The 
gentle throbbing and gradual hardening of his cock confirmed his opinion. 

He cleared his throat and dropped the folder to his desk. "Well, Miss Grant 
- may I call you Jenny?" 

"Yes, please do," she said, her full, red lips curving into a hesitant 
smile. 

"Well, Jenny, your academic credentials are outstanding. So outstanding that 
it makes me wonder why you're applying for employment as a tutor." 

"I found that there are a great many more teachers than there are jobs," she 
said. "I didn't want to settle for work outside the profession I just 
struggled so hard to enter." 

"That takes care of my only question. You've got the job." 

The girl's smile was radiant. She shifted slightly in the chair, the 
movement causing her jutting tits to jiggle delightfully. Powell restrained 
the urge to lick his lips. 

"Oh, thank you, Mister Powell!" 

He waved one hand and laughed. "You may not thank me later. My son, 
Alexander, is going to need a lot of help if he's going to be ready to enter 
college in September, and he's a little stubborn. Like his departed saint of 
a mother, bless her. He may present quite a problem for you." 

"I accept the challenge," she said. 

He leaned over the desk and pressed the first of a row of buttons that 
dotted a chrome box. "Brantley will drive you into town to collect your 
things. He'll be waiting by the time you leave this room and I'll see you at 
dinner this evening." 

Jenny Grant stood and unconsciously smoothed her dress down around her 
flaring hips. Hips that looked like they could swivel with fluid grace under 
a man. "Thank you again, Mister Powell." 

"Believe me, you'll earn your keep," he said. "Now off with you." 

Powell watched her walk away from him toward the door at the far end of his 
study. His eyes followed the sway of her ass under her dress. His cock 
jerked to full attention as he tried to imagine her naked. Was her entire 
body as white as the bit of thigh he had seen? Was the hair on her pussy the 
same brilliant shade of red-gold as the hair on her head? 

"Damn!" he swore as the door clicked shut behind the girl. He punched 
another button. He didn't wait for an acknowledgement. 

"Send Ginger to me!" he barked and released the button. He leaned back in 
his chair and waited. A few minutes later a hidden door opened in the wall 
to the left of his desk. It was flush with the deep brown paneling and 
invisible to the casual observer. 

Another young woman entered his study. Her honey-blonde hair was pulled back 
to a tight bun at the back of her head. Six-inch lengths of miniature gold 
chain dangled from her ear lobes. Her full lips were painted a bright, 
wet-looking red. Her big blue eyes were slightly out of focus, seeming not 
to see him. The rest of the girl was hidden by a black cloak that draped her 
from her throat to the floor. 

"Take it off, Ginger. I shouldn't have to tell you," Powell said, turning 
his chair to face her. 

The girl's fingers fumbled at her throat. The cloak floated to the floor. 
Her body was tanned perfection, every inch a light shade of brown. The firm 
globes of her tits peaked in large, rosy circles, her dormant nipples mere 
bumps in their centers. Her belly was flat under the black nylon garterbelt 
that crossed it. The wide triangle of her tawny cunt hair was framed by the 
vertical black straps that held the black mesh stockings high on her long 
legs. 

"Bring your cunt over here!" Powell said huskily. 

She obeyed instantly, stopping when she was between his open thighs. His 
cock was rock hard and throbbing hotly, but he was in no hurry. Pleasure 
should never be hurried. He extended his hand, doubling it into a fist, and 
ran his knuckles up and down through the dense thicket of the girl's cunt, 
applying only the lightest pressure against the curve of the warm mound. 

The honey-haired beauty's eyes closed, her mouth settling into a thin line 
of red. But her legs moved, opening her thighs, giving him access to her 
curly-haired cunt. 

Powell chuckled and watched her face closely as he slipped his right 
forefinger into the warm slit of her pussy. A small frown wrinkled her 
forehead, otherwise there was no reaction. 

"Pussy's a little dry tonight, bitch," he said crossly. "A little finger 
fucking will take care of that. Get the ol' juice flowing. We both know how 
you enjoy that." He rammed his finger into her warm fuck sheath suddenly. 

"Don't we?" 

"Yesss!" she hissed through tightly clenched teeth. 

"Oh, yes!" he said and started driving his finger in and out of her cuntal 
cave, wagging it from side to side, prodding at her pliant walls. He kept 
his eyes looking up as he fucked her with his finger. 

After a very few minutes, the reaction he had predicted occurred. He could 
feel the wetness making every thrust of his finger easier. The walls of her 
pussy were beginning to ripple along his finger. 

He drove his thumb up through the slickening gash of her cunt and rubbed the 
swelling stalk of her clit roughly. The frown deepened between her eyes. She 
was fighting it but she could feel the quivering in her cunt. She could not 
hide it from him. 

"Just like the bitch you are!" he gloated. "Look! Look at your nipples, 
cunt!" 

Her eyes fluttered open to see what he saw. The bumps were growing, 
extending outward to become stiff fingers of pink flesh. 

"That's a good girl," Powell said softly, as though speaking to a 
well-trained dog. He withdrew his finger and thumb from her dampening pussy 
and leaned back in his chair. He whispered a harsh, one word command. 

"Suck!" 

The girl instantly dropped to her knees between his legs and hurriedly 
opened his pants. Her small fingers yanked his shorts down to snug them 
under his balls. His throbbing cock swayed in front of her pursed, red lips, 
a towering column of hard brown meat topped by a wide purplish knob. 

Ginger was staring at his hardon as if hypnotized, her pointed tongue moving 
from side to side across her lips, wetting them. She leaned forward, her 
tongue reaching out. 

"Balls first!" Powell barked. 

Her head dropped without hesitation. Her nose burrowed into the ring of 
thick black hair at the base of his cock. Her warm, wet tongue lapped gently 
at his balls, pushing the loose skin around, probing carefully at the firm 
but sensitive cargo. 

Powell let his body relax. He watched her flushed face move from side to 
side on the other side of his hardon, watched his throbbing prick twitch 
whenever her tongue teased a particularly receptive area. Finally he had 
enough. 

"Up!" he commanded huskily. 

Her head rose, her tongue flattening against the hot, hard vertical pole of 
his cock. It slid wetly up the quivering shaft, reached the dark plum, 
swiped around it and started down again, lapping another broad, wet band. 

Powell's lust soared as he watched the girl work her way around his rampant 
hardon. She licked every inch, shifting her head around to complete the task 
without using her hands or causing him the annoyance of having to move. The 
desire that tingled in his wet cock was heightened by his complete mastery 
over her. 

She did exactly as she was told instantly, no more no less. Right now he was 
ready for more. His aching cock hungered to be buried in soft woman-flesh. 

"Enough!" he said hoarsely. "Over the desk on your belly!" 

While the girl positioned herself, Powell stood and dropped his pants and 
shorts to the floor. He looked down at the twin golden moons of her ass, up 
her narrow waist to her unblemished back. Young and tender. His. 

"Open!" he said softly. 

The girl reached behind herself and pulled the soft cheeks of her ass apart, 
opening her stockinged legs at the same time. Powell feasted on the sight of 
the pink lips of her pussy gaping in her nest of yellow hair. But his eyes 
fastened on the tiny, winking rosebud of her asshole as he stepped up behind 
her. 

He bent his raging hardon down and placed the wide, swollen head against the 
tender, crinkled crevice. 

"Please!" the girl cried. "Not there! It's too dry!" 

Powell rocked forward on the balls of his feet, thrusting savagely, spearing 
her tight asshole with his unbending cock. He sighed contentedly with the 
sudden pressure of her shit tube against his throbbing prick. 

He got almost as much pleasure from the keening wail that escaped from the 
girl's gaping mouth. He stopped pushing when half of his cock was out of 
sight in her spasming asshole. 

"Quiet, slut!" he barked, digging his fingers into the pillowy softness of 
her asscheeks, pulling them open until he could feel the strain on the ring 
of muscles that was clamped around his throbbing shaft. "We both know you 
love being fucked in the ass! You love hot jism squirting up into your 
bowels!" 

He pushed again, driving the rest of his prick into the dry heat of her 
asshole, until his hairy balls thumped against her wet, gaping cunt. 

"Oh, God!" Ginger moaned softly. "Too big! Oh! Killing me! Please!" 

Even as she pleaded, Powell started moving, sawing his long cock in and out 
of the dragging, tender tunnel of her young asshole. Her hot, dry shit 
sleeve pulled when he backed out and sucked when he surged inward. The 
tingling in his ass-wrecking cock was spreading to his balls. He could feel 
them tightening. He fucked harder, punishing her quivering ass with his 
belly, hooking his fingers over her hips to lock her in place. 

"Shit! Fuck! Piss!" the girl moaned hysterically, her raised head bobbing 
with each knifing thrust of his cock. 

Her fingers had a death grip on the edge of the desk. "Shit! Fuck! Piss!" 

The burning friction was rapidly pushing Powell to the brink. His jerking 
cock seemed to swell beyond human proportions. Ginger's shit chute was 
milking his pounding prick with a thousand fingers. He needed only a little 
more. 

"Move, you fucking bitch! Move your goddamn ass!" he croaked, his fuck 
strokes becoming even harder and faster. 

The sweat-filmed globes of her ass humped back at him, meeting him thrust 
for thrust. The sound of their wet bodies slapping against each other rose 
above the rasping sound of their breathing. 

Then he was there. He arched his back and plunged his jerking prick into her 
clinging asshole to the hilt, his belly pressing against her hunching 
cheeks. His hot come ripped out of his prick, blasting into the hot furnace 
of her demolished asshole. "There, cunt!" he groaned through the heaving 
shudders. "Right up your fucking ass! 

She was coming. His balls were pushed into the gaping mouth of her pussy and 
he could feel her flesh spasming, could feel the fountaining juice wetting 
them. She was babbling incoherently under him, her head down. 

Powell leaned over the girl's shivering back and absently caressed the 
bulging warmth of her flattened tits. 

He let himself drift on the dying waves that washed up from his imbedded 
cock. Yes, he thought, little Ginger has learned her lessons well. The same 
lessons that the luscious Jenny Grant still has ahead of her. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jenny closed the book in her lap and inhaled deeply and slowly. After three 
days, her patience had begun to wear thin. Alexander Wilson Powell was a 
dumb jock. There were no better words to describe him. No matter what his 
wealthy father thought. 

At six feet and heavily muscular, Alex might be the perfect football player 
but he was no scholar and had little ambition to be one. He was eighteen, 
only four years younger than she, but his face still had a boyish look 
despite his rugged build. He was a larger version of his dark-haired, 
handsome father. 

Jenny had tried everything she could think of to get his mind working. She 
had even agreed to hold this afternoon's class in the gazebo by the 
artificial lake. They were a hundred yards down the grassy slope from the 
main house. It was a beautiful day. Birds were busy in the trees above the 
small structure. Brilliant rays of sunshine filtered through the mass of ivy 
that covered the walls. It was almost perfect. 

"Well, Alex," she said, once again in control of her temper, "if you don't 
want to discuss colonial history what would you like to talk about?" 

His big, blockish, adolescent face looked up at her from the floor at which 
he had been staring. "Fucking." 

Jenny was so startled that her knees jerked, sending the book thumping to 
the floor. "What? What did you say?" she said weakly. Her ears had to be 
misleading her. 

"I want to fuck you," Alex said, slowly rising from his seat. 

"Good grief!" she blurted, fear rampaging through her. "I'm flattered, Alex, 
but it's just not that simple!" 

He was moving, getting between her and the door, cutting off the only avenue 
of escape. 

"Why not? You're here, I'm here and I want to fuck you!" 

Jenny turned on the bench to face him. She tried to keep a scream from 
bursting out of her throat. "A girl usually likes a little more time, a 
little more emotional involvement with the guy she's attracted to enough to 
have sex with!" Oh, damn, she thought, said the wrong thing. "Not that I 
don't find you attractive!" 

"Ain't got time for that bullshit! I get a hardon just lookin' at you and 
I'm gonna fuck you!" he said, fumbling with his belt. 

Jenny's eyes dropped to his crotch. He indeed had a hardon, one of 
considerable size. His cock looked ready to rip right through his trousers. 

"I'll scream bloody murder!" she said. 

His wide grin was infuriating. "Go ahead. Nobody in the house will hear you 
and there ain't another person around inside of two miles." 

She held her tongue and watched as he casually stripped his clothes off. He 
moved without haste, as if he were disrobing in the privacy of his own room. 

Jenny Grant was no virgin. She had lost her cherry her sophomore year in 
college. A worldly senior had popped that for her after a long session of 
intellectual conversation and wine drinking in his apartment. They had had a 
torrid affair, during which she had learned to really dig a cock in her 
cunt. He had never tried putting his prick anywhere else. The senior's 
graduation had ended the relationship which had almost ruined her grades. 
From then on she had concentrated on her studies with only sporadic flings 
in the sack to ease the tension. 

But all of the fucking she had done she had done willingly, eagerly. Never 
had she been taken by force, by someone she hardly knew. Like the boy who 
was dropping his pants in front of her. 

She could not help looking at him. He was all hairy muscles, from his thick 
neck and bulging shoulders right down to his massive thighs and rock-hard 
calves. And sticking straight out from his crotch was his long, incredibly 
thick-looking cock. Jenny didn't think she could encircle the broad shaft 
with one hand if she tried. 

Swollen, pulsating blue veins zigzagged along the stiff pole, disappearing 
into the gap behind the flaring, shining head of his cock. 

"We can do this one of two ways," he said thickly as he walked toward her, 
his huge cock bobbing .minutely. 

"You can fight, kick and scream or you can cooperate. Take your choice, but 
I am going to fuck you!" 

Jenny got to her feet unsteadily, fear and apprehension sweeping through 
her. There was no point in fighting him. He was too big. He was blocking her 
only escape. And he was right about their isolation. But she would roast in 
hell before she cooperated. 

"Do whatever you want!" she said harshly, barely able to get the words out. 
"But don't expect any help from me!" 

The hot tip of his huge prick grazed her fear-knotted belly as his fingers 
formed picket fences around the quivering mounds of her tits. They squeezed 
and pulled as they moved toward her nipples. 

"Don't need any help, baby!" he said in a nasty tone. "Guarantee you come 
before I do!" 

"Like shit!" she spat at him. 

The sound of her dress being ripped open was a deafening scream in her ears. 
She clenched her fists and wished that she could turn to cold stone. Her 
dress was completely open. She could feel the cool air brushing across the 
lacy cups of her bra and the small triangle of her bikini panties. 

"Goddamn!" Alex said. "Whatta pair of jugs!" Two of his fingers dipped into 
the warm valley between her tits and pulled hard. She felt the terrific 
strain and then the narrow band broke, letting the freed globes of her big 
tits spill out. At that moment she wished that she had no tits at all. 
"Goddamn!" he said again and bent down. 

Jenny shuddered as his open mouth covered the peak of her left tit. She shut 
her eyes tightly as she felt his jaws opening wider, sucking even more of 
her tit into his mouth. His tongue swabbed roughly over her thick, blunt 
nipple. His left hand closed over her right tit, the fingers rolling and 
kneading the resilient mound. 

She stood still, barely breathing, as the seconds passed. She loathed him 
for what he was doing. Hated him for it. Under different circumstances she 
would have enjoyed the sensations that were floating up from her assaulted 
tits. But now her brain was blocking them out. 

His right and drove between her closed thighs and cupped the plump meat of 
her cunt. The heel of his palm pressed against her hidden clit. Her hips 
jerked backward in a spasm of reflex. His hand rocked there, applying a 
constantly moving pressure that burned her pussy through the thin nylon of 
her panties. 

Jenny bit the inside of her lip, tears of rage slipping down her hot cheeks. 
She was being handled as if she were a piece of merchandise, without 
passion, without care. And there was nothing she could do about it. 

Alex straightened up, letting her wet tit slide out of his mouth. She felt 
it bobble as it settled back into place. 

His fingers on her right tit were still moving, pinching and pulling at her 
large pink nipple. The hand between her thighs stopped moving and squeezed 
the bulging curve of her pussy. 

"Open your fucking eyes, bitch!" he barked. 

Jenny opened her eyes and looked up at him. There was only pure, 
unadulterated lust in his face. Lust that was going to do God-only-knew-what 
to her young body. 

"Time to get a look at your little treasure!" he said, hooking two fingers 
under the narrow crotch band of her panties. 

She stiffened when he yanked. The flimsy material parted with hardly a 
whisper. She was exposed, cunt and ass. Her panties were nothing but shreds 
hanging from the elastic band around her hips. 

Alex leaned back and looked down at her. "Now that's what I call a 
sweet-lookin' snatch! If it fucks as good as it looks I'm gonna enjoy 
gettin' my rocks off in your belly!" 

"You bastard!" Jenny blurted. 

The boy threw his head back and laughed. His big hands grasped her hips and 
pulled. He took her to the floor, shoving her onto her back, lying down 
beside her. Utter despair overwhelmed her, mixed with a strong apprehension 
about being brutalized by his enormous cock. 

"Open your legs, Teacher," Alex said, his voice softer, huskier, but no less 
menacing. "If I have to do it for you it will hurt." 

Jenny opened her trembling thighs, instantly aware of the cool breeze 
rushing through the lush thicket of her cunt hair to tickle the warm lips of 
her pussy. 

Alex rolled toward her, his huge, hard cock thumping onto her belly. His 
hand landed right below his prick and glided straight for her cunt. The 
fingers covered her defenseless pussy, one of them pushing into the warm, 
tender slit. 

"Please, don't do this!" Jenny begged, hoping to appeal to some sense of 
right and wrong that this young monster might still have. 

"Ain't no way I'm gonna stop, baby!" he whispered and drove his finger down 
to probe at her quivering fuck hole. "I'm gonna ram my dick right up there 
and fuck your brains out!" 

Jenny groaned helplessly as his finger plunged in and out of her cunt, his 
palm rocking up and down the twin rolls of her cunt lips. The constant 
friction, up and down and in and out was warming her flesh. It was an 
automatic response. Something that she had no part in at all. 

He grinned down at her as he kept finger fucking her, probing and poking at 
the walls of her fuck sheath. 

She tried to keep what she was feeling out of her face, but she knew that he 
could see it, the fear, the terrible fear. , "Hot damn! Now we're gettin' 
somewhere!" he gloated, looking directly into her glazed eyes. 

She realized immediately what he was talking about and was consumed by 
shame. Her cunt juice was flowing. She could feel it dampening the walls of 
her pussy, easing the passage of the boy's ravaging finger. 

The moisture was growing in her rudely massaged slit. 

Jenny could not believe that her body was responding to his rough treatment. 
It was behaving as though it welcomed his attention, as though it was eager 
for his immense, lust-swollen cock. How long had it been since she had last 
fucked? A year? 

Close to it. Her body could easily be ready and willing, her mind was not. 
She was being cruelly raped by a big, dumb brute. 

"Open wide, Teach, 'cause I'm gonna stick it to ya!" he said and rolled over 
her. 

She threw her legs wide open to avoid having them crushed under his knees. 
Stricken with dizzying panic, she watched him lower himself between her 
thighs, watched the long, jerking pole of his cock disappear below the 
blazing patch of her cunt hair. 

The broad, hot head of his cock pushed into her gaping cunt, prodding, 
searching for the quaking mouth of her fuck tunnel. 

Jenny opened her mouth, ready to make a last ditch plea for mercy, but the 
words stuck in her throat. The long, thick shaft of the boy's cock speared 
into her cuntal cave to the hilt in one swift, hard thrust. The massive slab 
of unbending meat filled her instantly. The walls of her pussy expanded 
frantically, trying to adjust to the incredible pressure. What came out of 
her mouth was a keening wail that trailed off to nothing. 

"Holy fuck!" Alex groaned. "You got a tight little pussy! Ain't had a good 
fuckin' in a long time I'd bet! Sure gonna get one now!" 

Without waiting for her cunt to relax around his mammoth prick, he started 
whipping his hips back and forth. 

His bloated cock pole ripped in and out of her wildly fluttering fuck sheath 
savagely. His big balls thumped into the hot crack of her ass. His body 
slammed against hers at the end of each ruthless thrust, jolting her against 
the hard wooden floor. 

"Good fuckin'! Tight hot pussy! Great little cunt!" Alex grunted over her as 
he rocked back and forth on the palms of his hands that rested on either 
side of her rib cage. 

Jenny moaned helplessly under the relentless, pounding thrusts of the boy's 
hot, hard, throbbing cock. With every brutal lunge his prick was moving 
through her rippling tunnel with more ease. Her erotically tuned cunt was 
reacting in the only way it knew. It was gripping and relaxing, massaging 
the barbaric invader lovingly, spilling out the oils of lust willingly. 

She rolled her head from side to side, suddenly not feeling the wooden floor 
under her. Her wobbling tits were hot, her nipples hard and pulsating. A 
warm, well-remembered glow was forming in her belly. It was impossible but 
she was getting hot. Her body was wallowing in being so soundly fucked by 
the biggest cock she had ever seen. Her own lust was being ignited by the 
huge prick that was slicing in and out of her demolished pussy with obscene, 
wet, thrilling sounds. She would not be able to stop what was going to 
happen but she was not going to let the young fucker that was raping her 
know she was coming. 

With her mental resistance gone, Jerry gloried in the ceaseless, stabbing 
thrusts of the boy's huge, hard prick. The flames of her lust were licking 
up from her battered pussy, fanning out through her quivering body, heating 
her brain. 

Alex's hoarse voice echoed in her ears. "Yeah, baby, yeah! Move that hot 
ass! Now you're fuckin'! Really workin' my dick over! Jesus!" Jenny was 
appalled. Her knees were up. Her ass was lifting off of the floor, screwing 
her streaming pussy onto his stiff, ramming cock. She was fucking back at 
him. meeting every thrust with one of her own. And it was too late to stop. 
The clamping convulsions were starting in her devastated pussy. 

"Go ahead! Come, baby, come!" Alex croaked, his fuck strokes coming faster. 
"Come all over my fucking prick!" 

"Argghhhh!" Jenny groaned, unable to hold it inside any longer. Rockets of 
pleasure whizzed up from her battered cunt and exploded into incandescent 
flares along her nervous system. She could not stop the spasms that shot 
through her, that made her sweat-filmed body shudder so hard that her bones 
ached. She bucked under the boy's frantically thrusting, jerking prick. 

"That's it, cunt! I can feel it! Shit! Makin' me come!" he groaned. 

A fresh load of rockets shattered her already-broken nerves as the jerking 
hose of his prick squirted hot, wet gushes of thick come into her aching 
pussy again and again. Her fingers were digging into his thick forearms and 
she could feel the muscles quivering. 

She could not remember when or if she had ever come so big. But the 
fantastic heights to which his still-jerking, spitting cock had driven her 
did not justify the method he had used. Her anger fought the warming 
afterglow that wanted to possess her. 

"Alexander!" 

The word was like a pistol shot. Alex twisted to look over his shoulder, 
opening a view for the cock-impaled girl under him. Thomas Powell was 
standing in the open door, hands on his hips, his face purple with rage. 

"You will kindly remove yourself to your room, young man! Quickly and 
silently!" His voice was tense with tightly controlled anger. 

Jenny's face was suddenly afire with embarrassment and shame. It jumped ten 
degrees when the boy's soft cock slipped from her flooded pussy and he got 
to his feet. She was exposed to his father's glaring eyes, her dress ripped 
completely open, her bra wadded under her arms, her panties in shreds, his 
son's come leaking from her gaping cunt and trickling down the crack of her 
ass. 

The older man's eyes raked over her for a split second and then he turned 
away. Jenny was grateful for that as she got to her knees, trying 
unsuccessfully to cover her nakedness with what remained of her tattered 
dress. 

Alex was pulling up his zipper as he hurried past his father, his shirt 
draped over his arm. He jumped through the door and was gone. 

"He raped you didn't he?" Powell said, his voice now gentle as he walked 
toward her. 

Jenny nodded her head, unwilling to admit to him or anybody else that she 
had enjoyed it in the end. 

Powell reached down, grasped her shoulders and helped her to her feet. The 
raging, swirling emotions that had tormented her in the gazebo left her weak 
and she had to lean against him. 

"Don't worry, the boy will pay for that and I'll take care of you," he said 
soothingly as he guided her toward the door. "Right now you need a strong 
sedative and some bed rest. We'll talk after you've had a good sleep." 

In her flustered state, Jenny didn't notice that the hand that moved from 
her shoulder to assist in holding close her torn dress lingered longer than 
necessary against her warm, soft tit. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Jenny rose slowly through the comforting, warm mist that seemed to caress 
every inch of her body. Her arms and legs felt so heavy that she didn't even 
try to move them. 

She remembered taking the capsule that Powell had given her. She had a foggy 
recollection of being bathed in a hot, floral-scented tub, of being tenderly 
and gently dried with a huge, fluffy towel. Her last impression was that of 
being lifted in thick, strong arms that carried her as easily as if she had 
weighed five pounds instead of a hundred and five. 

The mist began to part around her, light brightening across her eyelids. She 
tried to shade her eyes but could not move her arm. Something was holding 
her down. 

She shook her head, clearing the cobwebs and opened her eyes. She raised her 
head, feeling the strain in her neck and saw her predicament. She was lying 
on black satin sheets as naked as the day she was born. 

Her wrists were chained together above her head, held there by the chain 
that was attached to a rail of the brass headboard. Her legs were 
spread-eagled, chained to each corner post of the footboard. 

"Oh, God!" she cried, a fear even greater than that she had felt in the 
gazebo sweeping through her still partially numb body. She rolled and 
twisted, struggling against the chains. It was no use. She let her body go 
limp, unable to stop the tears that welled up in her eyes. 

She was a prisoner. Thomas Powell had done this to her. Why? Was he afraid 
that she would press charges against his dumb jock son? 

Jenny was still bombarding herself with questions when the door swung open. 
Alex's father walked through the door, clad in a red velour bathrobe that 
ended just below his knees. 

"Glad to see you awake, my dear," he said. "You've been out for eight 
hours." 

"Why are you doing this to me?" Jenny croaked. "I won't tell about Alex! I 
promise!" Powell reached the bed. 

His eyes moved slowly up and down her lush nakedness as he chuckled softly. 
"That has nothing to do with this," he said. "This was already in the final 
stages of planning. Alex's precipitous attack only advanced my timetable." 

"You already had this planned?" she cried, bordering on hysteria. "To hold 
me against my will? Whatever in God's name for?" 

"That should be obvious," Powell said, dropping one hand to lightly caress 
the warm mound of her left tit. 

Jenny shivered under his touch. "Sex? With your money you should be able to 
get all you want!" 

Powell's fingers toyed with her large, rubbery nipple. "It's not quite that 
simple. There are many refinements that I am particularly fond of and it 
takes time for a woman of mine to be trained." 

"Is that what I am?" she spat angrily. "Your woman?" 

"So it seems," he said huskily as he sat on the edge of the bed. "You have 
an incredibly lovely body, my dear. I could not resist the urge to have it 
for my own." 

Jenny clenched her teeth as his fingers squeezed her tit into a pointed, 
pink-tipped cone. His head came down and he sucked the peak into his mouth, 
his tongue lashing back and forth across her thick nipple. 

She stared down at his gleaming black hair, unable to tear her eyes away 
from his bobbing head. She saw his free hand rise to mold itself around her 
right tit, the thumb sliding up to flip her nipple from side to side. 

After only a minute Powell sat up again, his fingers still imprisoning her 
tits, a twisted, lusty smile on his face. 

"Absolutely luscious," he said. "They taste every bit as good as they look. 
But there is another inspection to be made." 

His hands left her tits as he turned toward the foot of the bed and bent 
down over her open crotch. The folds of his robe parted and Jenny saw his 
cock. It almost matched his mutant son's in size, a long brown cylinder 
curving along his thigh from a dense forest of black hair. The mean-looking, 
purplish plum of his cockhead was exposed. 

Powell's fingers peeled the plump, hairy lips of her pussy apart. She could 
feel his hot breath against her cunt flesh. "Gorgeous!" he sighed, running 
one finger up and down the satiny smoothness of her gaping slit. 

"Just as I knew it would be! Fiery hair curling right down to your lovely 
anal mouth! Young, pink meat to suck a man inside! It's going to be a 
delight to lose myself in your little honey pot once you're properly 
trained." 

Jenny shivered as goosebumps rippled along her arms and thighs. What did he 
mean by "training?" What unspeakable things was this monster going to do to 
her? She fully realized that her anger must be held in check. She was 
totally in his power, bound and naked. She would be forced to accept 
whatever he had in mind. 

One of his fingers toyed with the fluttering rim of her fuck hole, circling 
and teasing the damp opening. It suddenly drove inward, until his knuckles 
pushed into her open pussy. He sat up again, smiling down at her while 
slipping his finger in and out of her warm fuck sheath. 

"There is one more matter to be settled before we begin your lessons," he 
said calmly, quietly, as if he wasn't stroking his fingers in and out of her 
pussy, as if it were all perfectly natural. "You will soon be free of these 
chains, but don't even start thinking about escape. In the first place, you 
will not have access to street clothing. And secondly, even if you should 
manage to get off of the estate, the police would have you before you got 
out of the county and my brother-in-law happens to be the county judge. 
You'd be back inside this room before you knew what hit you and back in 
those chains." 

She had been right. There was no hope. She was so numb with despair that she 
hardly felt the finger gliding in and out of her cunt. 

"Do you understand, my dear?" he asked softly. 

"Yes," she whispered. 

"Good," he said, pulling his fingers away from her open pussy. "Now we can 
get on with the program." 

He walked to a dresser, opened a drawer, got something out, and turned to 
walk back to the bed. Jenny's gaze fastened on the object he held in his 
hand. It was a black tube that looked to be about six inches long. 

The middle two-thirds seemed to be corrugated. A shiny black ball, slightly 
larger than the shaft was on one end, the long straps of some kind of 
harness at the other end. Near the base were two finger-like projections, 
one that curved back in toward the tube, and on the opposite side, one that 
curved out. 

"Fascinating, isn't it?" Powell said, holding the object above her head, 
turning it as if for her admiration. "I had it custom built in Europe to my 
own design. There isn't another like it in the world. I have found that it 
speeds up training immensely by performing several functions 
simultaneously." 

Jenny was afraid to ask what functions he was talking about. She was sure 
that she would find out soon enough. And she was right. 

Powell knelt on the bed at her hips and bent over her widely spread thighs. 
"Just lie still," he said, his voice now strangely tense. "It will be 
uncomfortable only for a moment." 

She could not help the way her ass jerked when the smooth, cold, round ball 
pushed into her cuntal cave, quickly followed by the corrugated shaft. One 
of the projections slid up through her gash and pressed against the nubbin 
of her clit. She groaned when the other appendage popped into her virgin 
asshole. 

"Lift your ass!" Powell barked harshly, his cultured tone no longer in 
evidence. 

Jenny arched upward and strained to hold that position while the leering man 
looped the straps up the crack of her ass and up over her hard belly, 
fastening them around her narrow waist. 

"That's fine!" he said, apparently satisfied with his handiwork. 

The fear-stricken girl dropped her creamy ass back to the bed, acutely aware 
of the lifeless shaft buried in her pussy, of the pressure against her clit, 
and the small, firm presence in her asshole. 

Powell reached down between her thighs and moved his hand. The black 
cylinder in her fuck sleeve exploded into motion. She could feel its sudden 
extension, the long thrust into her fuck pit, the ball thumping into the 
very bottom. The humming vibrations were being transmitted to her clit and 
into her impaled asshole. The instrument pistoned back and forth, securely 
in place, ramming back and forth in her defenseless pussy. She was being 
fucked by a machine! A mindless, mechanical cock! 

She groaned. "Why, why, why?" 

Powell stood and began removing his robe. His long, brown cock was now a 
horizontal pole sticking out from the base of his hairy belly. "You're going 
to learn to be the fucking, sucking bitch that you were designed to be, 
cunt! By the time that little machine's through with you, your pussy will 
start dripping at the slightest touch!" 

He sat beside her and wrapped his fingers around her jiggling tits, kneading 
and rolling the firm melons. The cylinder in her pussy was thrusting, 
thrusting, relentlessly fucking her. 

"You've fucked before, haven't you, cunt? I mean before my son rudely stuck 
his cock between your legs?" 

"Yes," she said weakly. 

"Ever been fucked in your ass?" 

"God, no!" 

"Ever sucked a man's cock? Tasted his come sliding down your lovely throat?" 

"No!" 

"Ever had a woman go down on you?" 

"Oh, Jesus, no!" 

"Ever eaten pussy?" 

"No! No! No!" 

Powell laughed loudly, nastily. "See how much you have to learn, bitch?" 

Jenny tossed her head, trying to shake the images that her captor's obscene 
words had put there. Her answers had been truthful and his vision of her 
future terrifying. 

At the moment though, her pussy was being steadily, inexorably pulverized by 
the constantly thrusting shaft in her belly. Her clit was reacting, growing 
firmer and taller by the second. The little finger in her virgin asshole was 
waggling around crazily, whacking at her dry heat. Her tits were being 
tenderly but thoroughly mangled. 

"Ah! I see it's getting to you!" he crowed. "My little marvel is doing its 
job! Go ahead, bitch, let it happen! 

Come! You can't stop it, can't get away from it! It's going to fuck you 
until you can't come any longer!" 

He was right. Her cunt oil was gushing, coating the merciless, mechanical 
cock that was responsible for the lust need that was bubbling in her belly. 
She was going to come soon and there would be no stopping it. Ass fucking! 
Cock sucking! Cunt sucking! 

"Oh, shit!" she groaned, her hips starting to buck of their own will, 
fucking back at her bodiless lover. Her ass was jumping off of the bed, 
hunching her flowing pussy up with every blurring thrust the humming shaft 
rammed into her cuntal canal. Every spastic jerk of her body caused the 
chains to cut into her wrists and ankles, but she was only dimly aware of 
the pain. 

The tortured walls of her pussy suddenly coiled around the plundering pole 
and sprayed cunt juice all over its unfeeling surface. Her fully aroused 
clit was throbbing hotly. A warm buzzing was tickling her spasming asshole. 
A heavy shudder swept up from her ruined pussy and rippled through her 
feverish body. 

"Arrgghhhhh!" Jenny groaned, totally lost in the irresistible ecstasy. 
"Ohhhhhhh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" 

She went over the peak. But there was no let-down. That was no human prick 
in her, coming in her, going soft. It was a smoothly thrusting artificial 
cockshaft that was keeping her from floating into the usual afterglow. Her 
fuck sheath, clit and asshole were being maddeningly taunted at a sustained 
high pitch. 

"Oh, shit!" she moaned. "No more! Please! No more!" 

"There will be much more, my sweet little whore!" Powell grated. He was 
standing by her head, slowly pumping his fist up and down his hard cock, the 
dark, angry head bobbing above her flushed face. 

"Every two hours you will ride my magical invention for thirty minutes, 
around the clock! Your ass will be fucked twice daily!" 

He was closer now, leaning over her, his jerking prick only inches away. His 
"magical invention" was still plowing back and forth in her shattered cunt. 

"One week from now your delectable pussy will be instantly responsive! Your 
lovely little asshole will be able to expand beyond your wildest dreams! 
You'll be ready for the second phase of your training!" 

Jenny could see what was about to happen. The crazed man was about to come 
all over her. She twisted and rolled, but it was no use. She couldn't get 
her head out of the way. And he was grinning at her. A wide, evil grin. 

"Open your fuckin' mouth, bitch!" he grunted. "Time for your first taste 
of... ungh! Open, Goddamn it!" 

She pinched her eyes shut and let her jaw drop. The warm sticky globs 
splattered all over her nose and cheeks. Some of it fell into her open 
mouth. She had no recourse but to swallow. She gulped it down as even more 
of his male lava rained down upon her face. 

The shower seemed to finally be at an end and the erotically shell-shocked 
girl slowly opened her eyes. 

Powell was putting his red robe back on, his drained cock dangling between 
his thighs, his face set once more in his cultured, high society mask. 

"Relax and enjoy, my dear," he said warmly. "You still have twenty minutes 
to go." 

He reached between her trembling thighs and the mindless monster in her 
flooded pussy began to move even faster. 

She tried to scream but only a strangled gurgle rose from her throat as she 
felt her ass moving to meet the wetly slithering fuck strokes of' his 
"magical machine." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

She had lost track of how many times she had come, but Jenny was certain 
that her poor aching pussy would never be the same. The robot prick had 
practically fucked her senseless, hammering back and forth in the battered 
sleeve of her cunt, forcing her to come again and again. There was a huge 
wet spot under her tired ass as uncomfortable evidence of how her pussy 
juice had streamed out around the incessantly thrusting shaft. 

Unmindful of her sweaty, weary, naked body, she was grateful to the man who 
had removed the tormenting machine from her pulverized pussy. Brantley was 
putting the hateful thing back into its hiding place. She was free of it - 
for two hours at least. 

When the man had entered the room Jenny had felt only a momentary flash of 
embarrassment. She had been in the agonizing throes of another orgasm. One 
more that she had been unable to stop. 

Now he was walking toward her, his craggy face emotionless, his dark eyes 
seeming to look right through her. The perfect servant, quiet and seeing 
nothing. But he looked more like a lumberjack than a gentleman's servant. He 
was tall and powerfully built, broad in the shoulder and narrow in the 
waist. 

"Did you carry me to this bed?" she asked weakly. 

"Yes, Miss," he said, his voice deep and husky. 

"And put me into these chains?" 

"Yes, Miss." 

There had been little reason for her embarrassment. The man had already seen 
everything there was to see. Except for the sight of her being fucked into 
oblivion by a mechanical cock. 

Then he was at the foot of the bed, unlocking the chains. "Ohhhh, thank 
you!" she sighed, wincing as she pulled her legs together. Sharp, stinging 
pains raced up her thighs, tingling into her swollen cunt. 

"Turn over, Miss," Brantley said. 

"What? Why?" Her aching belly knotted up again. 

"Orders, Miss. Turn over!" 

Jenny groaned as she obeyed. The strained, aching muscles of her body 
protested. Arms, shoulders, back, ass, legs, all were painfully sore. 
Finally she found herself on her belly, face down on the wrinkled, damp 
satin sheet. 

She heard the rustle of clothing, the hum of a zipper. Oh, God, she thought, 
not again. I can't stand anymore. The bed sank under her. Brantley's hairy 
thighs brushed hers. He was straddling her legs, looking right down at her 
round, white ass. Her ass! Powell's words echoed through her dazed brain. 
Twice a day! 

"Don't!" she screamed. "Not there! Please!" The man's hands hooked around 
her hips and pulled her roughly to her knees. Her ass was high in the air, 
her fluttering, gaping cunt hanging open. Her head was forced between her 
still-bound arms that were stretched out in front of her. The soft globes of 
her tits were flattened against the bed. 

The hot head of the man's cock pushed into the come-drenched swamp of her 
pussy, gliding up and down. It felt very big. Or was it more fear than fact? 
She could not bring herself to look. 

Her hips twitched, beyond her control as the pointed knob prodded at her 
quivering, hypersensitive clit. She could feel the pillowy cheeks of her ass 
bounce. What a wanton sight he must have before him. White ass, red-ringed 
asshole, drooling pink pussy lathering up his cock. She longed to be 
completely out of her aching, lust-tormented body. But it was not to be. 

His cock pushed into her ruined fuck sheath, slipping effortlessly through 
the slick channel, sliding into her jellied cave until his belly pressed 
against her ass. 

Jenny almost cried with joy. His cock didn't feel extraordinarily large. It 
was a shock to her system to have a warm, throbbing, live cock in her pussy 
after the endless vibrating and thrusting of Powell's machine. It felt good. 

It felt even better when the firm, swollen-veined shaft began to move in and 
out of her slippery tunnel. The walls of her pussy lazily massaged the 
gently moving pole of warm, male cock meat. 

Brantley's prick was so much nicer than the rapid-fire ramming of the 
artificial cock. And it was having the same effect. Her clit was starting to 
throb already. Her cunt juice was rising from some bottomless well to coat 
the rippling walls of her pussy. 

"Unh! Unh!" Jenny grunted into the black satin, feeling her big nipples 
swelling and extending, exciting her even more. She tried to keep from 
fucking back at him. She couldn't let him know how good it felt. He worked 
for Powell, was an accomplice to her degradation. But it felt so fucking 
good. 

The automatic responses that Powell's machine had fucked into her took over. 
Her ass rocked back and forth, her pussy gulping at every tender inward 
thrust of the man's long stroking cock. His big, strong hands were caressing 
the jiggling globes of her ass in smooth, massaging circles. Jenny let 
herself be carried up by the rising tide. She had already lost the power to 
control it. 

The wonderfully fucking prick suddenly backed out, slipping noisily out of 
her gripping cuntal channel. Jenny stifled a plea for him to put it back 
inside her. 

His thumbs dug into the yielding cheeks of her ass, spreading them wide 
open, his fingers sinking into her soft, white flesh. The hot, slippery knob 
of his cockhead pushed against the small, puckered mouth of her asshole. 

"Not in my ass!" she whimpered, her fear struggling against her aroused 
lust. "Please! For God's sake, don't stick that big cock in my ass!" 

The pressure against her resisting, virgin asshole increased. Her body was 
fighting to repel the invader, the ring of muscles straining to remain 
closed. No man had ever tried to fuck her in the ass. Not even her worldly 
senior had tried that. 

Brantley grunted with lusty satisfaction as his cock burst through her 
asshole, sinking three inches of hard meat into her rear tunnel before he 
could stop his thrust. Jenny mewled feebly. His cock now felt as big as a 
baseball bat and almost as hard. And it hurt. 

"Your fucking cock is killing me!" she wailed, trying to lunge forward 
against the fingers that were wrapped around her hips once more. "Tearing my 
asshole! Take it out! Oh, shit, take it owwwwwt!" 

"Tight ass!" the man grunted and lunged again, his big hands locking her 
twisting hips in place. 

"Ohhhhh! Shit!" Jenny groaned. His unbending bar of ass-raping cock was 
boring into her shit tube. Its hot, thick shaft was filling and stretching 
the narrow channel, stretching and stretching. 

"Hurts!" she moaned, tossing her head, tears running down her flushed 
cheeks. "Too fucking big!" 

Then he was in to the hilt, his massive prick a burning lance in her bowels, 
his balls pushing into her oozing, gaping cunt. His fingers, freed now that 
she was firmly impaled on his cock, swept along her ribs to squeeze the 
bulging softness of her tits. 

"Hot, tight little ass!" Brantley rasped from behind her, his hips starting 
to move again. "The old man's gonna love stickin' his dork in your shitter!" 

Jenny moaned softly, helpless as the man fucked into her ass, driving his 
hard prick into the dry, clinging heat of her asshole. Blinding flashes of 
pain ripped up from her pummeled ass, reignited by every surging thrust of 
his hotly throbbing prick. 

The minutes passed. Brantley's cock was pumping in and out of her ravaged 
asshole smoothly. To Jenny's amazement the sensations crawling up her tired 
backside were no longer painful. They were changing, becoming something else 
that was intertwined with the hot pulsing of her open cunt, becoming 
pleasure. 

Brantley's prick had stirred her pussy up immensely when he had been fucking 
her there. That blossoming lust had been interrupted when he had violated 
her cherry asshole. Now it was rising again. She could feel the pounding 
pulsations of his ass-raping cock in her empty, steaming cunt. 

Jenny's ass suddenly pushed back at the man, swiveling, rotating her tautly 
stretched asshole around his bloated, thrusting prick. 

"Bastard!" she groaned, knowing she was going to come, that his despicable 
ass fucking was going to make her come. "Fucking bastard! Aggghhhh! Harder, 
damn you! Fuck me harder! Faster! Come in my ass!" 

She thought she heard Brantley chuckle nastily but she was beyond caring. He 
was fucking her faster and that was all that mattered. Her body was 
completely out of control, her brain unable to resist the overwhelming need 
to get her rocks off. 

"Doing it!" she screamed, humping her sweat-filmed ass as fast as she could, 
feeling his shafting cock starting to jerk heavily in the tight confines of 
her shit tunnel. Her fuck-battered pussy was coiling itself into a tight, 
creaming ball. "Coming! Ohhhhh! Fuck! Come, you bastard! Squirt it to me!" 

Above her own gasping, she could hear Brantley's panting. Then his hotly 
throbbing cock erupted, spewing torrents of thick jism into her aching 
asshole, bathing her tortured flesh and his erratically thrusting pole. 

"Damn, oh damn, oh damn!" she moaned as her weary cunt rolled over into 
still another orgasm. She had been fucked more in the last hour than she had 
been in the last two years. She was afraid to face how much she had missed 
what she had been forced to endure. 

Jenny hung there in the cradle of the man's big hands, her ass shuddering 
again and again as his flexing prick shot off deep in her bowels. She was 
beyond caring what he did to her. 

The next few days became a blur of unending orgasms for the copper-haired 
beauty. It seemed that she spent more time with Powell's lust machine inside 
her than out. Her pussy was becoming so sensitive that she started coming 
after only a few thrusts of the artificial cock. She would never have 
believed that her body could become so addicted to fucking - or so 
responsive. 

She gave up showing any signs of resistance and was freed from her chains 
after the second day. She was given the time between her sessions in harness 
to do as she pleased. The luxurious bathroom drew her there often for warm, 
relaxing showers. It was well supplied with thick towels, toilet articles 
and a hair dryer. 

A multitude of perfumes, colognes and body powders populated the top of a 
dresser. In one drawer she found a collection of cosmetics. The other 
drawers were filled with filmy lingerie in a rainbow of colors - garter 
belts, bikini panties, crotchless panties, mesh stockings, net stockings, 
half bras, center-holed bras, camisoles with garter straps, crotchless 
pantyhose. 

The only closet held rows of high-heeled shoes. A dazzling array of gowns 
and robes floated in crowded splendor, floor-length, baby doll and even 
shorter. 

As tempted as Jenny was to draw some measure of feminine comfort from the 
bountiful supplies in order to counter the feeling that she was becoming 
nothing more than a lusting cunt, she refrained from doing so. 

She was being fucked enough without making herself any more attractive. 
Especially to Brantley. He fucked her in the ass exactly as Powell had said 
that he would. Twice a day, after removing the mechanical cock, he would 
slip his cock into her slippery pussy for a few strokes and then ram it into 
her asshole. 

Jenny was astounded when she realized how quickly her battered butt was 
becoming accustomed to being fucked by his thick prick. Her flesh expanded 
quicker and with less effort every time he fucked her. 

She had also given up trying to hide the powerful orgasms she went through 
while she trembled under his pounding cock. It was just too much effort. 

She was just emerging from the bathroom after a long, hot shower when 
Brantley walked through the door. 

"Don't tell me it's been two hours already!" she said. 

"No," Brantley replied, walking straight to the closet. "Mister Powell wants 
you." He pulled a long swath of blue gauze from a hanger, snatched up a 
matching pair of heels and threw them on the bed. "Put these on and be quick 
about it!" 

Jenny fumbled the gown over her head. It draped straight down from her 
bullet nipples, ending just below her knees. It formed no more than a blue 
shadow across her naked charms. She shivered with the realization that she 
was going to be walking through the house that way. She stepped into the 
high heels and headed for the door. Brantley was standing there, his face 
reflecting neither compassion nor patience. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jenny wobbled slightly on the unaccustomed height of the spike heels as she 
walked across the thick carpet of the room. The blue gauze floated around 
her naked body, caressing her flesh in a thousand places. 

Powell was sitting in an armchair by a fireplace. The chair had a very high 
back that reminded Jenny of a throne. The only light in the room flickered 
out from the fire and danced across the rich brown panels of the walls. 
Powell's naked legs looked starkly white below the dark red of his robe. 

"That's far enough," he said when she was about three feet away from him. 

She stood there, the weakness growing in her knees as the seconds oozed by. 
Powell was just looking at her, his eyes moving slowly, inspecting her from 
head to toe. She could almost feel his eyes touching her. 

"I've had very good reports on your progress," he said finally. "But I want 
to see for myself. Turn around and show yourself." 

Jenny pivoted slowly, not quite certain about what he wanted. She stopped 
when her back was to him. 

"Hike that gown, bend over and show me your asshole and your pussy, slut!" 
he growled harshly. 

She felt her face burning as she raised the frothy material above her hips 
and bent over. 

"That's better, my dear. Now reach back and spread those lovely asscheeks." 

The startling changes in his manner completely befuddled Jenny as she 
grasped the creamy moons of her ass with trembling fingers. One second he 
talked to her as if she were the lowest tramp and in the next sentence she 
might have been his equal. She pulled, showing him her savaged asshole and 
her gaping, copper-haired cunt. 

"Delightful!" 

She heard a click, then saw her shadow sharply outlined on the wall in front 
of her, the inverted vee of her open legs, the bulky mass of her bent body. 
He had turned a damned spotlight on her nakedness, banishing any shadows 
from her in the dimly lighted room. 

Another shadow joined hers. A naked shadow. He was right behind her. 

Two of his fingers touched her, one on either side of her mound, pushing 
into the narrow crease between her thighs and the plump, open lips of her 
pussy. They moved with a feather-light touch, outlining her cunt, trailing 
up to meet and circle her asshole. The pink grommet spasmed involuntarily, 
shaming her with its eagerness to be speared. 

Then his fingers were gone. She could hear him breathing evenly behind her, 
knowing what he was seeing. 

It was not difficult to imagine his big brown cock rising up over her 
split-open ass. 

The blunt end of a finger probed suddenly at her hidden clit. The electric 
shock almost knocked her off of her feet. It was a powerfully sensual tingle 
that ripped up through her bent body to the hanging twin globes of her tits. 
Another finger slid into the dry heat of her asshole with no effort at all. 

The finger in her ass moved in one direction, then another, testing the 
elasticity of her rear tunnel. She could feel her muscles expanding without 
resistance, her repeatedly fucked asshole opening in lewd invitation. 

The other finger had wormed its way into her hairy cunt and was rolling the 
swelling nubbin of her clit around and around. She could feel the cunt oil 
starting to flow deep in her fuck tunnel. Her pussy was readying itself, 
expecting the merciless, mechanical fucking to begin any second. 

What was even worse was the fact that Jenny was getting turned on. In spite 
of the commands of her intellect, she was getting hot. The sessions with 
Powell's mechanical cock and Brantley's ass-reaming prick had done their 
work well. She was reacting like a bitch dog in heat. And she couldn't stop 
it if she tried. That was one thing she had learned very quickly. 

Her asshole was absolutely rubbery, spasming, eager to be fucked. Her cunt 
juice was streaming down her tense fuck tube, ready to grease the way for 
whatever might enter. 

"Hmmmm, coming along quite nicely," Powell said, his voice slightly husky, 
one finger slipping in and out of her warming asshole, the other finger 
gliding through her gasping gash to ram into her dampening cuntal cave. 

Jenny could not stop the soft moan that escaped when her tormentor's finger 
plunged into the wet heat of her pussy. Something was inside her at last. 

"Like that do you, bitch?" he said harshly. 

"Unh!" she grunted. 

"Getting hot in your cunt, aren't you bitch? Huh? Huh?" he said, waggling 
his finger furiously in the clasping glove of her pussy, twisting the other 
finger cruelly in the hot tunnel of her asshole. 

"Yesss!" she hissed through tightly clenched teeth, acutely aware of her 
big, hanging tits swinging under her as Powell beat at her crotch. 

"Well, my dear, you'll soon be ready to receive my attention," Powell said, 
his tone suddenly elegant again. 

His fingers withdrew from her body and wiped across the trembling moons of 
her ass. "However, tonight we start a new phase of your training. Follow 
me." 

Jenny dropped the gown, turned and followed the man back to his chair. The 
back in front of her was trim and rippled with solid muscle. The tight 
cheeks of his ass and the thick columns of his thighs testified that he kept 
himself in very good condition. He turned and sat down. Jenny's eyes did not 
miss the upright pole of his long, brown cock. The purplish knob at the top 
of the thick shaft looked even meaner that it had the first time she had 
seen it. 

"There," he commanded, pointing between his open thighs. "On your knees 
where you belong, cunt." 

She dropped to her knees. Now his massive cock stood right in front of her 
face. She could see the blood-filled veins pulsing with urgent life. A black 
forest of hair ringed the thick base, outlined his big balls and curling 
down into the dark cleft of his ass. 

"It's time you learned how to suck a man's cock," Powell said thickly. "You 
may begin." 

Jenny hesitated, her tongue flitting back and forth across her dry lips. The 
memory of his come spraying all over her rushed back into her dazed mind. 
Never having performed this act, she was unsure of how to even begin. 

"Well?" 

"I've never done this," she said weakly. 

"Never done what?" 

"Uh, sucked a man's cock!" she blurted, her face heating up to match the 
temperature of her finger-teased cunt. 

Powell smiled, slowly, broadly, lustily. "It's quite simple, really. Apply 
your lush lips and tongues to my cock and balls like it was all one huge ice 
cream cone. I'll tell you when to take it inside your lovely mouth. Now 
begin!" 

Jenny nodded dumbly and bent forward. She lapped tentatively at the thick 
base of his cock, just above the bush of black hair. She marveled at the 
incredible smoothness under her tongue, aware of the steely core under the 
tender covering. She licked higher, letting her tongue drag over the swollen 
veins, working her way up the towering shaft. Her instincts were taking 
over, guiding her as she explored a man's rigid prick with her mouth for the 
first time. 

"Very nice," Powell sighed. "Keep your tongue going just like that. Cover 
every inch of my cock. Yes, lick the head too, all around. Very good!" 

She twirled her tongue wetly around the hot, satiny knob of his cockhead, 
amazed to sense that what she was doing was communicating itself right down 
to her aroused, unsatisfied pussy. She left the swollen cockhead and lapped 
down toward the double goose eggs of his balls. 

"Feeling good!" Powell sighed above her. "You're going to be a great 
cocksucker! Before you're through, you'll be taking every inch of my prick 
down your throat!" 

Jenny shivered at the thought. It sounded impossible. There was no way that 
she could take that huge cockshaft down her throat without suffocating. But 
she knew that the man sighing contentedly over her meant every word. 

She also knew that what she was doing, paying homage to the huge cock that 
was her master, the giver of pain and pleasure, stimulating her erotic 
senses more than anything she had ever experienced. 

The girl lapped hungrily around his balls, probing the tender eggs gently. 
She licked wetly into the dark crack of his ass, ramming her tongue into the 
hot cleft as far as she could. His big hands played in the burnished gold 
mass of her hair. 

Her aroused pussy was steaming, eager for what it had become accustomed to 
so quickly. Jenny lifted her head and, planting her lips against the 
throbbing shaft, began sucking her way toward the big, dark knob. 

She hoped to get him so excited that he would fuck her. The need to come was 
rising irresistibly. 

Jenny's tongue reached the top of the swollen column and she paused there, 
flicking her tongue up and down against the flaring rim of his wide 
cockhead. 

"Now!" Powell commanded hoarsely. "Take the head of my dick in your fuckin' 
mouth and suck!" 

She raised her head above the shining, purple knob. A large, white pearl was 
perched on its tip. She rubbed her closed lips across the head of his cock, 
smearing them with his pre-come. 

"Good touch!" the man sighed. 

Jenny's hot pussy quivered between her thighs as she bent her head down, 
slipping her soft, slick lips over the broad mass, opening her jaws until 
she held all of his cockhead inside her warm, wet mouth. 

"Suck it, bitch! Gently!" 

She sucked. Gently and rhythmically, her cheeks moving in and out like 
bellows. Unbidden, her fingers found the tight bulge of his balls and 
fondled them carefully. Her pulsating cunt was yearning for the cargo she 
knew was swirling around between her fingers. 

"Excellent! You've got a hot, sexy mouth, cunt! Just keep sucking like that 
and I'll reward you!" he said thickly. 

Jenny continued her greedy sucking, hoping the reward she was going to get 
was his big prick in her boiling pussy. The walls of her cuntal cave were 
dripping with hot oil. 

Powell's hands held her head with light pressure against her temples. His 
body suddenly jerked, sending the hot head of his huge cock banging into the 
tight opening of her throat. She thought she was going to gag, but the 
pressure was gone an instant later, letting her inhale deeply through her 
nose again. 

"Suck while I fuck, bitch! Suck 'n'fuck! Fuck 'n' suck!" he growled, his 
hips bucking up at her face in short, savage thrusts. 

The bloated head of his cock slammed into her throat again and again. She 
quickly learned to grab all of the air she could while his throbbing prick 
was moving out and to let her muscles go limp when it rammed inward. Each 
stroke was becoming easier to take and she kept sucking, swiping her tongue 
around his hard meat as often as possible. 

"Good! Good!" Powell grunted, his fingers tightening against her pounding 
temples, his long, hard cock whipping into her sucking mouth over and over. 
"Mouth good as pussy! Suck, whore, suck!" 

Jenny was rapidly losing the battle to keep breathing. Powell's quick 
thrusts were slicking in and out faster then she could inhale. His thick 
cock seemed to be swelling, jerking, beating against the roof of her mouth, 
against her pumping cheeks as it slithered in and out. She felt light 
headed, starved for oxygen. But her brutally trained cunt was a bubbling 
cauldron of lust. 

"Here comes your fucking reward! Agghhhhh!" 

The passion-crazed girl swallowed frantically, gulping down the jets of hot, 
thick, tangy jism that blasted into her throat. The torrent seemed endless. 
Hard as she tried, she could not get all of it. A warm thread oozed past the 
tight grip of her lips and trickled down her chin. But she was surviving it. 
A man was coming in her mouth for the first time in her life. And she was 
hot to get fucked. Hotter than she could remember ever being in her life. 
Her juiced-up cunt was blazing, crying for cock. And the prick in her mouth 
was softening, its spurts dying. 

"Enough!" Powell groaned, shoving her back with so much force that she 
landed on her ass, her stiff nippled tits quivering. 

He sat there, looking down at her. She could see the hard glint in his eyes. 
There was a tension in him even though his body appeared to be relaxed, the 
deflated hose of his brown cock resting between his thick thighs. 

"Are you hot?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper. 

Jenny nodded, reluctant to admit her need to the man who was responsible for 
her plight. 

"I can't hear you! Is your pussy wet?" 

"Yes," she said softly. 

"Show me! Lie down and open your fucking legs!" 

She obeyed slowly, trembling as she lowered her back to the floor. Lifting 
her ass, she pulled the gown above her hips, acutely aware of its sensual 
dragging over her hot flesh. She lowered her ass and opened her legs into a 
narrow vee. 

"Knees up and split wide, slut! I want to see your cunt!" Powell barked. 

Jenny bent her legs up and let them fall open, feeling the strain on her 
hot, swollen cuntal mound. Now she was completely exposed to him. And she 
would do anything to satisfy the gnawing ache in her belly. 

"Why, my dear, your pretty pink pussy is hanging open. It's positively 
drooling," he purred, a mocking concern in his voice. "You want to come very 
badly, don't you?" 

"Yes, oh, God, yes!" Jenny groaned. 

"Go ahead then, finger yourself! Beat your hot little clit! I want to watch 
you frig yourself off! Do it, bitch!" 

Jenny moaned, no longer able to resist. She closed her eyes and tried to 
imagine that she was along as she slid one hand down over her hard, flat 
belly. She was alone in her room. In her own bed. With a fantasy lover 
between her legs. 

Her finger slid down through the moist, open gap of her cunt, touched her 
quivering fuck hole and swept back up to her hot, throbbing clit. She rolled 
the stiff nubbin around and around, gently, steadily, as she had done 
countless times before. 

In a very few seconds the rumbling deep in her cunt became rolling peals of 
thunder. Lightning was sparking up from her battered clit. Her pussy oil was 
raining down, flooding her already-soaked fuck tunnel. 

Shamelessly she whipped her engorged clit even harder, longing for release, 
her arm arching. 

The convulsions ripped through her like an earthquake. She bit her lip, 
tasting salty blood, to keep from crying out her joy as she shivered from 
head to toe. She closed her fingers, cupping the heaving mound of her cunt, 
unable to stop the humping of her hips against her hand. 

The wracking jolts faded slowly, leaving her sinking into the long sought 
limbo of satisfied lust. 

"Oh, you're going to be a fine one, little lady! A real fine sucking, 
fucking bitch!" 

Powell's hard voice jerked her back to reality. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Jenny sat cross-legged on the bed, carefully applying brilliant-red polish 
to her fingernails. After her shower she had slipped into a pair of bikini 
panties. They were a sheer yellow, two triangles that barely covered the 
plump mound of her pussy and the cleft of her ass, secured only by two thin 
strings that tied high on her flaring hips. She had learned to satisfy her 
modesty with as little as possible. Whatever she put on would not be on her 
for long. 

She had now been held prisoner for ten days. She had changed and so had her 
training schedule. Her sessions with the artificial cock had been reduced 
from thirty to ten minutes. She suspected that the reason was the simple 
fact that she now started coming within two minutes of the thing being 
turned on. 

Brantley still fucked her in the ass two times a day. But now she truly 
enjoyed it. Her once-virgin asshole now took his cock as easily as her cunt 
could take one. And she came every time. 

Once each day she had been called into Powell's presence. She had sucked him 
off wherever he might be - in his bedroom, his study, the greenhouse, even 
by the pool in broad daylight. She had learned how to tease his big cock 
with her lips and tongue until it was quivering like a spring under 
tremendous tension. Then she fucked him with her mouth, taking now almost 
three-fourths of his length into her throat. 

Her brow wrinkled as she gently puffed on the drying nails. She was puzzled 
by that fact that Powell had not yet fucked her. After each blowjob, during 
which her own cunt juices had been flowing madly, he had instructed her to 
jack off in front of him. She was always so hot by that time that she now 
felt no embarrassment in fingering her pussy freely under his eyes. She was 
developing a longing to feel his huge prick inside her, in any hole he 
wanted to shove it. 

Sex had so saturated her days that she now thought of little else. Every 
bursting orgasm left her hungering for the next one. The program that Powell 
had outlined to her when she had awakened to find herself chained still 
haunted her. There were other experiences ahead of her, lewd experiences 
that a week earlier would have revolted her. She now found herself strangely 
looking forward to them. 

Jenny was heading for the dresser to put the nail polish away when the door 
flew open. Powell. In his red robe again. And he wasn't alone. 

The man propelled a honey-haired girl into the room and closed the door. His 
other hand rested on the jutting mound of her ass. She seemed blissfully 
unaware of the fact that the only article of clothing she wore was a nearly 
transparent pair of crotchless panties that left the golden bush of her cunt 
hair exposed. 

Jenny felt an inexplicable pang of jealousy as she surveyed the assets the 
girl carried so proudly. Large, golden tits with rosy center and buds for 
nipples. Smooth, evenly tanned flesh, full of lush curves. Flaring hips and 
full thighs, divided by that magnificent forest of pussy fur. Jenny saw all 
of it in a second or two before noticing that the girl's blue eyes reflected 
her own jealousy. So they were to be competitors. 

"Jenny, meet Ginger, your predecessor as my loutish son's tutor. Ginger, 
Jenny," Powell said, the tone of supreme command in his voice. 

The man's haughty attitude reminded Jenny that she and Ginger were both 
prisoners, pawns in his game of lust. Competing against each other would 
only play into his hands. They needed each other. She smiled weakly at the 
newcomer. 

Powell's voice interrupted the message Jenny was trying to transmit with her 
eyes. 

"You girls are now at the same level in your training. In order to proceed 
it was necessary for you to reach this point. You have and we will proceed." 

Jenny was baffled for a moment and it was clear that Ginger was as much in 
the dark as she was. An image started to form in her sex-dazzled mind but 
their keeper was impatient. 

"It hasn't dawned on you bitches yet? I'm referring to cunt sucking!" Powell 
barked sharply. "I want both of you naked! Now!" 

It took Jenny only a second to untie the strings on her hips and let the 
yellow panties flutter to the floor. 

Ginger obeyed just as quickly, stripping the panties down to her knees and 
kicking them off. Excitement and apprehension struggled for domination as 
Jenny's eyes flicked up and down the lush blonde's quivering body. 

"Onto the bed," Powell commanded harshly. "Head to cunt." 

Jenny climbed onto the huge bed, making room for Ginger who was right behind 
her. They lost no time in positioning themselves and Jenny found herself 
looking straight into the golden thicket of Ginger's cunt hair. 

She could see the tender, pink lips of the girl's pussy, could smell the 
musky female scent. She could feel Ginger's warm breath on her own cunt. 

"All right, sluts, lift your legs! I want to see some pussy licking and cunt 
licking!" Powell said. 

Ginger lifted her upper leg and Jenny looked through the bending triangle to 
see Powell standing beside the bed. His robe was gone. The purple-knobbed 
log of his cock stood straight out from his belly. But right in front of her 
eyes were the pink, double rolls of Ginger's pussy, backed by the golden 
half-curves of her ass. 

Jenny felt Ginger's nose brush against her own cuntal bush and realized that 
she had been so entranced by the sight in front of her that she had failed 
to open her own thighs. She quickly bent her leg up, feeling the blonde's 
breath coming closer, getting hotter. 

"C'mon, you whores, show me some action!" Powell said thickly. "You both 
know how a pussy works!" 

Jenny's hips jerked as she felt a woman's lips against her cunt for the 
first time. Ginger was planting tender, pressing kisses along her warm 
pussy, grazing through the red forest of her cunt hair. The sensations 
fluttering up from her belly were new, strange and lewdly exciting. 

"Goddamn it, Jenny, get in there!" 

The girl needed little urging. She was fully prepared to return the tingling 
pleasure she was receiving. Having fully accepted her situation, knowing 
escape was impossible, she moved to complete the fantasy she had already 
formed over this new lesson. 

She opened her mouth, licked her lips and began nibbling at the meaty, pink 
lips of Ginger's pussy. She was pleased to see the blonde's ass quiver as 
she moved her lips along the warm, hairy mound. 

The lust that had been pounded into her was rushing through her, filling her 
with impatience. She thrust her tongue out and stabbed it into the girl's 
hot slit, marveling at the tender smoothness and the honeyed taste of her 
cunt juice. 

Her move made Ginger bolder and Jenny grunted with pleasure as she felt the 
girl's tongue slip into her own simmering pussy. The blonde's tongue roamed 
along her hot gash, jabbing at her rising clit and gliding down to probe at 
the trembling mouth of her fuck tunnel. 

Jenny scooted closer, craning her head to shove her tongue deeper, lower 
into Ginger's heated cuntal groove. Now their bodies were pressed together, 
hips humping as they licked feverishly at each other's steaming pussy. 

"Very good!" Powell cooed. "Now you're getting it on!" 

In the back of her mind Jenny was aware of the spectacle they formed for 
their demented master. Two lush females locked together, greedily devouring 
each other's cunt, tits mashed against bellies, head between splayed thigh, 
fingers digging into soft asscheeks. 

But her attention was focused on the tongue that was ravaging her boiling 
cunt, on the open pussy that was bucking under her own probing tongue. She 
rooted up through Ginger's swollen cunt and locked her full lips around the 
girl's engorged clit. She sucked gently, flicking her tongue against the 
throbbing nubbin. 

Jenny felt the bed sag. Powell had climbed aboard. She ignored the fact. 
Ginger's tongue and lips had found her clit and were matching her suck for 
suck and beat for beat. 

"Two fine young sluts eating each other out!" Powell gloated. "I knew you 
both would take to cunt sucking! 

Absolutely marvelous!" 

Something hot and hard touched Jenny's tensed ass and moved up her hip. 
Powell was rubbing his stiff cock along her body. It felt huge, heavy and 
sexy. She sucked Ginger's clit even faster. 

The blonde moaned into Jenny's streaming gash and whipped her own tongue 
even harder. Jenny could feel the pressure building deep in her belly. She 
was going to come soon and it was going to be fantastic. 

"Jenny, roll onto your back and take Ginger with you!" Powell rasped 
hoarsely. 

Jenny wrapped her arms around the blonde's thrashing hips and rolled. Now 
she had the girl's weight on top of her, the girl's golden thighs on each 
side of her head, the split moons of the girl's ass above her. Jenny kept 
sucking, reaching for the explosion that was forming between her own 
wide-open thighs. 

A shadow fell across Ginger's quivering ass and Jenny rolled her eyes up to 
see Powell aiming the long pole of his cock at the blonde's open, dripping 
cunt. The engorged, purplish knob almost grazed Jenny's nose and then pushed 
into the glistening gap, sinking out of sight into the blonde's fuck hole, 
pulling tender pink flesh along with it. 

Ginger groaned as Powell's huge prick plowed into her belly. Jenny's hips 
jerked spastically as the blonde's teeth nipped at her pulsating clit. She 
dropped her head to the bed and watched the long length of thick cock slip 
into the girl's pussy in one smooth stroke. Powell's big, hairy balls 
slapped wetly against the blonde's damp mound. 

Jenny found her own orgasm shoved to a back burner as she stared at the lewd 
sight in front of her. She'd always been a participant before, never an 
observer. It was a sight to see. The swollen, yellow-fuzzed lips of Ginger's 
pussy were dilated into a taut circle by the man's fat, black-rooted cock. 
She could see the enlarged veins pulsing heavily in what little of Powell's 
cock that remained exposed. The huge sac of his balls jiggled above her 
face. 

"Fucking, hot-cunted whore!" Powell groaned. 

His immense cock began retreating from the tight pussy that held it, the 
broad shaft shimmering with the girl's cunt juice. Jenny watched him pull 
back until only the fat head of his cock was still inside and then he leaned 
forward, sending the thick column boring in again. 

Jenny could hear the harsh rush of the man's breathing as he fucked Ginger 
with long strokes, easily, almost lazily, slipping his huge cock slowly in 
and out of the clinging glove of her fuck tunnel. She girl was moaning into 
Jenny's swampy pussy, sucking and licking at her hot, hard clit in a frenzy. 

Her lust surged up again, forcing Jenny from her role as observer, urging 
her to join the fray. She craned her head up, slashing her tongue through 
the gaping maw of Ginger's pussy and wiped it along the thrusting pole of 
Powell's mammoth cock. 

"Ha!" the man crowed. "Another whore heard from! Couldn't resist, could you 
slut?" 

Jenny didn't care how he tried to whip her with his words. She had to get in 
on the action, had to come. She kept swabbing her tongue back and forth, 
racing from the top of the blonde's flowing cunt to the slick, hot, ramming 
shaft of the man's prick. Over and over. 

"Good!" Powell grunted. "Keep it up! Makin' this bitch's cunt dance all 
around my cock! Yeah!" 

She heard a faint gurgle and realized that it was coming from the head 
buried between her own trembling thighs. Ginger was coming. Her ass was 
trying to hump up and down and back and forth at the same time, trying to 
fuck back at the cunt ripping prick while clinging to the flashing tongue. 

Powell's cock suddenly slipped out of the thrashing girl's quaking pussy and 
leaped upward, dripping with cunt oil, twitching with unleashed lust. The 
man disappeared from Jenny's field of vision before she could respond to the 
urge to grab his huge, beautifully hard prick and pull it to her mouth. 

"Get off, Ginger! Don't be such a piggish slut! You've had enough for now!" 
Powell barked. 

The girl obeyed instantly, hopping off of Jenny as if she had been stung by 
a bee. Jenny looked down to see Powell framed by her bent, splayed thighs, 
his lustrous hardon pointing to the ceiling, jerking with each beat of his 
heart. 

"Now, Ginger, I want you to push Jenny's knees right up to those big, 
fucking tits of hers," Powell said huskily. 

Jenny offered no resistance as the girl slipped her hands under her knees 
and lifted her legs. She was too consumed with the lusty anticipation of 
finally getting Powell's mammoth cock somewhere besides her mouth. 

The strain pulled along the backs of her thighs as her knees pushed into the 
hot mountains of her tits. Her ass was up off of the bed, her open, wet 
pussy a glistening hairy bulge in front of her eyes. 

Powell was advancing on his knees, bending his rampant hardon down with one 
hand. "Time to sample your little honeypot, my dear!" he said thickly. 

Jenny licked her lips, unable to speak as she watched the angry purple knob 
disappear below the curve of her cunt. The broad mass dragged down through 
the steaming slot of her pussy, found her quivering fuck hole and pushed 
inward, stretching her hot flesh. 

She moaned softly as Powell's thick cock pole slowly burrowed into her 
rippling cuntal cave, filling her with a raging lust to be speared through 
and through. 

"Give it to me!" she cried. "Shove that big prick into me hard!" 

Powell only chuckled and kept feeding his long prick into her blazing pussy 
one slow inch at a time. The thick shaft sank deeper and deeper, the wide 
cock head opening her wider and wider. Ginger had crossed her ankles above 
her head and now held them in place with one hand while she watched Jenny's 
impalement with lust-glazed eyes. Knowing that the blonde was looking on at 
such close range, as she herself had done, seemed to add to the wild thrills 
that were rocketing up from her ever expanding fuck tunnel. 

"Ahhhhhhh, fuck!" Jenny groaned as the massive head of Powell's cock finally 
reached the bottom of her fuck pit and sought to go further. The feeling of 
being stuffed full, the pressure being applied to the frantic walls of her 
pussy, the tingle of his come-laden balls against her spasming asshole, made 
her upturned ass jerk from side to side. "Oh, fuck me, damn it! Fuck me! 
Please!" she moaned. 

"Begging for it like the hot slut that I knew you were," Powell rasped. 

"I don't care, just fuck me!" she cried. 

"Indeed!" 

The thick slab of meat began moving, dragging in and out of her madly 
gripping pussy as Powell rocked back and forth on his knees. 

"Yes, oh, yes!" Jenny moaned, loving the hugeness, the hardness, the 
constant friction of his throbbing prick. "So fucking big 'n' hard! So 
good!" 

All of her awareness was concentrated at the one point where their flesh 
met, where the stiff slickness rode in and out, where the thick shaft sawed 
relentlessly back and forth in the clutching tube of her fuck tunnel. 

The hot bag of his balls thumped against her aroused asshole again and again 
and again. 

The fire in her belly grew higher and higher, the hot fingers of pleasure 
flickering up through her bent body. 

She wanted to come, but she wanted the fucking to go on forever. 

"Get down in there, Ginger, suck her pussy!" Powell grated. 

"Unnnnnhhhh!" Jenny moaned as she felt the blonde's hot lips close over her 
swollen pussy above Powell's thrusting prick. The flames in her belly leaped 
even higher. 

Ginger's tongue stabbed into Jenny's cunt, waggled through the wet gash and 
pressed at the junction of Powell's slithering cock and the stretched mouth 
of her pussy. 

"Migod!" Jenny croaked as she felt and heard the flowing juices being sucked 
into the blonde's mouth. She had never felt anything so intense in her life. 
Her fuck thrills were being multiplied tenfold by the girl's tongue and 
lips. Now she knew how Ginger had felt moments earlier. 

Without warning it was there. The fire raged up out of her belly and seared 
her brain. Her deliciously stroked pussy was convulsing around Powell's 
smoothly thrusting cock. Her upturned ass was jerking up and down wildly. 
"Hot fuck, I'm coming!" she moaned. "Coming hard! Oh, shit! Again! Ohhhhhh! 
Dammmmmn!" 

She was barely over the peak when Powell's cock erupted deep in her spasming 
cunt, filled her crazed tunnel with gushing torrent of come, heaving and 
battering at the walls of her pussy. Through his ringing in her ears she 
could hear his grunts of satisfaction as his spurting prick jerked back and 
forth in her bubbling cunt. 

There was no strain anywhere in her body. She felt completely limp. The warm 
afterglow was surging through her. The wonderful mouth on her pussy was 
sucking gently, sucking and licking. The softening cock was slowly backing 
out of her flooded cuntal cave. It was leaving her to her limbo but she knew 
she would have it again. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Jenny glanced at the clock. It was time. She lay down on the bed, crossed 
her legs and hooked her hands behind her head. The second hand swept to the 
hour and the door opened. Brantley was always punctual. 

He glanced at her and began disrobing. "Ready I see," he said. 

"Yes." 

Jenny watched him, waiting for the sparks to ignite in her belly. They never 
failed to arrive. She was no longer required to ride Powell's custom sex 
toy. It had done its work. But Brantley still fucked her in the ass twice a 
day. Today she had decided to speed things up by being naked when he 
arrived. There was no point in wearing something that was going to come off 
anyway. 

Brantley dropped his pants to the floor and shoved his shorts down over his 
hips. Jenny's eyes locked onto the dangling log of his thick cock. She could 
feel the juices starting to flow in her cunt. How far she had come. Now just 
the sight of a prick made her ready and randy for it. She rolled onto her 
belly and started to get to her knees. Brantley always stuck his cock into 
her ass in that position. 

"No," he said as he walked toward her, "I want you on your back. Today it's 
going to be different." 

True to her training, Jenny obeyed instantly, flopping back down on the bed 
and opening her creamy thighs. 

"Why different today?" she asked. 

Brantley got to his knees between her legs and began stroking the swelling, 
curly-haired lips of her pussy. 

She could see his cock pointing straight out from his belly now, a thick 
weapon that had shot off countless times in her ass. 

"Because the old man's gone to town. For once I'm going to blow my nuts in 
this sweet little snatch of yours. 

All I ever get is a few strokes before ramming my dick in your ass and I've 
been wanting to do this since that very first time." 

Jenny could feel the hardening nipples of her tits throbbing, extending. A 
blunt finger slicked up through the moistening slit of her cunt and bumped 
against her rising clit. Her hips jerked as though she'd been touched with a 
hot wire. "What's holding you back then?" she asked softly, anxious now to 
have his big prick fuck her all the way in her cunt instead of her ass. 

"If the old man finds out I'll be in big trouble," he said, slipping two 
fingers into the fluttering mouth of her fuck hole. 

Jenny smiled and hunched her oozing pussy against his scissoring fingers. 
They felt fantastic prodding at the rippling walls of her cunt. "I won't 
tell if you won't," she whispered. 

Brantley chuckled and withdrew his fingers, "Damn, what a hot little cunt 
you are!" 

"Hot is right!" she said. "Why don't you stop talking and start fucking? I'm 
ready for that big, hard cock of yours!" 

"First things first. You're all mine this time and I'm gonna do it my way!" 

He left her no time to wonder what he meant. Brantley grasped her knees and 
Jenny raised as fast as he pushed, until her knees were pressed against each 
side of her rib cage, the pull on her muscles almost painful down through 
her split-open thighs. 

My God, she thought, my ass is in the air again. My hungry cunt is pooched 
right up there for him. 

And he's going down on it! 

"Uhmmmm!" she moaned softly as his broad, wet tongue licked up through the 
tight crevice between the roll of her pussy flesh and her right thigh, 
dragging on the coppery curls of her cunt hair. 

Jenny moaned again as his tongue stabbed at the identical juncture on her 
left side. He was doing something she had not been prepared for - giving her 
pleasure before taking his own. And she was going to enjoy it to the 
fullest. 

His tongue slid down the tense left cheek of her ass, pointed, skidded to 
the right and jabbed at the rosy ring of her asshole, the hole he had fucked 
so often. 

"God, but that's good!" Jenny cooed as the electric tingling shot up from 
her well-used asshole. She could barely manage to wiggle her ass. Brantley's 
hands were behind her knees, keeping them tightly locked against her ribs as 
his tongue teased and tickled her now highly sensitized asshole. 

His tongue abruptly left her spasming rectal mouth and sliced up between the 
swollen, hair-fringed lips of her cunt. The searing touch against tender, 
inner pussy flesh sent shivers of erotic delight through her immobilized 
body. 

"Oh, shit! Fucking shit!" she gasped as his tongue curled around the hard 
throbbing stalk of her clit. 

His lips followed his sucking tongue, pushing wet cunt meat aside until only 
her aroused clit was imprisoned in his mouth. Brantley sucked rhythmically, 
steadily, drawing her swollen clit out again and again. 

Jenny's fingers found the hard, distended bullets of her nipples without 
conscious command. They rolled and squeezed the aching projections, adding 
fuel to the fire that Brantley was building with his expert clit sucking. 

"Ohhhhh, damn but it's nice! You eat pussy better than anybody, lover!" 
Jenny sighed, sinking into the red lust that was building deep in her belly, 
once more seeking the end result of her lewd training, another mind-blasting 
orgasm. 

Her hands darted to Brantley's bobbing head. She pulled hard, trying 
desperately to melt his loving face into the storm that was raging in her 
foaming cunt. "Suck, baby, suck!" she cried. "I'm almost there! Gonna come 
all over your cunt-suckin' face!" 

One of his hands left her arching thighs. One of his fingers rammed into the 
sweltering heat of her fuck tunnel. It plunged in and out of the clinging 
tube in sharp, savage thrusts as his hot mouth sucked even faster on the 
brutally aching nub of her clit. 

"Aggggggggghhhhhh!" Jenny groaned from deep in her throat, her burning, 
quivering clit tripping off massive convulsions in her finger-fucked cuntal 
cave. The flood tide rose from the bottom of her hungry fuck pit and washed 
through the lust tortured tunnel. 

"Fuck me!" she bellowed, frantically tugging at the man's head, "Fuck me! 
Gimme cock! Fuck me hard!" 

Brantley's head left the swampy nest of her pussy, leaving her hot, open and 
ready. Her cunt was ablaze, her crotch an aching void from whipped clit to 
clenching asshole. 

Jenny squinted, trying to focus through the rosy mist that floated in front 
of her eyes. Brantley was staring down at her open cunt, bending the long, 
hard pole of his cock down with one hand. Never in her life had she been so 
thoroughly aroused, never had she wanted to be fucked so badly. The bloated 
head of his cock was sinking out of sight below the wet, open notch of her 
cunt. 

"Ahhhhhh, yesssss!" Jenny hissed as the broad shaft of Brantley's prick 
drilled into her clutching fuck sleeve to the hilt in one smooth stroke. His 
balls pushed against the spasming rosebud of her asshole. 

There he remained motionless, the long, hard column of his cock filling her, 
throbbing and twitching within the rippling confines of her eager cunt. 

"Fuck it!" she moaned, tossing her feverish head from side to side. "Pound 
my pussy to pieces with that big prick!" 

Fingers of steel clutched her creamy asscheeks. The room whirled around her 
and Jenny found herself astride the man, her weight pushing his immense 
hardon deeper into her streaming cunt, pressing her swollen clit against the 
thick, hairy root between her thighs. The Fingers moved up to her hips. 

"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Let me do it! Anything! Gotta fuck! Gotta move!" 

The pressure on her hips eased and Jenny instantly started pumping her ass 
up and down, skewering her gaping cunt on the hard spear of his cock again 
and again. She loved it, rotating her hips, twisting her lathered-up pussy 
around and around the unbending shaft as she kept pumping, up and down. The 
hot melons of her tits bounced heavily, sending thumps of pleasure through 
her wildly fucking body. 

"Go, you hot little bitch, go!" Brantley groaned. 

His hands closed over the hard-nippled peaks of her tits, squeezing in time 
with her pumping. His hairy thighs struck the sweat-filmed cheeks of her ass 
and he started bucking up from the bed, thrusting his cock up as her cunt 
swirled down. Jenny could hear the wet slapping of their bodies, the 
obscene, exciting sucking of her quivering fuck tunnel gulping in his 
lunging cock. 

"Hot fucking pussy!" he grunted raggedly. "Gonna blow it apart!" 

The lengthy iron-hard poker of his cock was jerking heavily in the whirling 
grip of her fuck tunnel, knowing that he was about to come was going to 
trigger her own explosion and Jenny fucked him even harder, pounding him 
with her ass, gasping as she sought to swivel her hips even faster. "Well, 
well! What have we here?" 

The voice that cut through the sex laden air was only too familiar even 
though it had been days since Jenny had heard it. The man between her sweat 
streaked thighs froze under her, his cock sunk to the hilt in her streaming 
pussy. 

Jenny glanced over her shoulder. Alexander Powell was standing beside the 
bed, his large, square face flushed and grinning broadly, a massive hardon 
tenting the crotch of his pants. 

"How 'bout this? My favorite teacher gettin' her rocks off! Willingly too!" 

"Goddamn!" Brantley croaked. 

Jenny shivered, her approaching orgasm cut off by fear. She was caught 
between the servant of her sexual master and the son who had so callously 
raped her. And he was stripping his shirt off. 

"Relax, Brantley," the boy said, throwing his shirt to the floor and 
reaching for his belt, "you just cooperate and your fucking job is safe." 

"Whatever you say," Brantley said quickly. With the man's fingers digging 
into her hips, Jenny could do nothing about the dreadful premonition that 
struck her. Alex dropped his pants and the immense, swollen-veined prong of 
his cock swung straight up toward the ceiling. 

"Good! Now you just hold her little butt still while I slip my dick up her 
asshole," the boy said thickly. "As many times as you've reamed it out it 
ought be able to take what I'm gonna give it." 

"No!" Jenny cried. 

"Please! Not both of you at the same time!" She squirmed frantically, 
unintentionally taunting her hungering pussy even more. 

The boy jumped onto the bed behind her, placed one big hand between her 
shoulder blades and shoved. 

"By now you should know than beggin' ain't gonna get you nowhere, you dumb 
bitch!" Jenny was locked into position, her hips held in Brantley's tight 
grip, her tits mashed into his chest by the hand pressing down on her back. 
The broad, hot mass of the boy's cockhead pushed against the ring of her 
asshole, exerting tremendous pressure that rippled right up her spine. 

Her well-trained muscles gave way and the big knob popped inside, straining 
her anal mouth to its limits. 

"Ohhhhhhh! Don't!" she wailed. "It's too big! Tearing me! Hurting bad!" 

The boy grunted behind her. A red-hot poker suddenly, brutally rammed into 
the dry heat of her rear tunnel. 

The savage thrust wrenched a wail of pain from her parched throat. Her ass 
was stuffed full of huge, hard, dry cock, stuffed almost beyond its 
capacity. The pain blazed right up to her brain. 

"Unhhhh!" Alex grunted evilly. "Fucking tight little shitter but I got it 
in! Move, Brantley! We're gonna fuck this little cunt right outta her 
gourd!" 

The man under her obeyed, lunging up, driving his long cock into her swampy 
pussy, banging her ass against the boy's hairy thighs, jiggling her burning 
rectal tunnel around the boy's unbending cock pole. 

"Aieeeeee!" Jenny screamed as her senses were assaulted from front and rear, 
her body bouncing between the two men. 

The huge cock in her ass began to move, dragging in and out of her dry shit 
tube. Jenny clenched her teeth to cut off more screams of protest, bitter 
tears welling up in her eyes. The pain from her savaged asshole was blocking 
out the pleasure that was being renewed in her quaking cuntal sheath. 
Suffering was all that was left. 

Within a few strokes the men had set up their rhythm, Alex ramming his 
mammoth pole into her burning asshole as Brantley's twitching cock was 
sliding out of her juiced up pussy. The cheeks of her ass were being 
constantly bumped, by Brantley's thighs and an instant later by the boy's 
larger, heavier thighs. 

"Really great piece of ass, isn't she?" Brantley groaned. 

"Tightest asshole I ever... fucked!" Alex grunted, punctuating each word 
with a merciless thrust of his steely prick. 

The minutes passed as the men fucked Jenny steadily, the two pricks stabbing 
in and out of her helpless body over and over. The storm raging in her 
aching backside short circuited the erotic joy that was wafting up from her 
flowing, cock-massaging cunt. 

Then, unbelievably, the joy began to override the pain. Another minute and 
Jenny realized that the pleasure was no longer coming from her cunt alone. 
The huge, barbarous prick in her ass had conquered her unwilling shit 
tunnel. 

The fire that Brantley's cock had started in her pussy was threatening to 
become a major conflagration with the fuel that the boy's thundering, 
ass-fucking prick was heaping on it. 

"Ahhhhhhh! Dammmmmn!" she moaned breathlessly. "Ooooooooo!" 

"She's gettin' into it!" Alex growled, his voice husky with his lust. "Pick 
it up, Brantley! Faster! Fuck her hard!" 

"Oh, yes, you bastards, fuck me hard! Hard 'n' fast!" Jenny wailed, 
frantically struggling to waggle her impaled ass. 

The two massive cocks surged in and out of her fuck fevered body even 
faster. One slithering in and out of her foaming, slurping pussy; one 
hammering in and out of her lust expanded asshole, hard and as hot as a 
branding iron. Again and again. In and out. Up and down. She bounced and 
moaned and cried. 

"Fucking studs! Big-cocked fucking studs! Tearing me up! So good! Makin' me 
come! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! Unh! Unh! Arghhhhhh!" Jenny's pulverized 
pussy collapsed around Brantley's shafting column an instant before her 
belly exploded, bathing her senses in the white heat that flowed downward 
and upward at the same time. It flowed like molten lava into her brain, 
numbing the aching pain, obliterating all memory of it. But something still 
remained unfinished. 

"Come, lovers, come!" she mewled raggedly. "Give me your hot cream! Fill me 
up with your cock juice!" 

The straining grunts of the two men echoed in her ears. Two jerking, 
throbbing pricks were ripping in and out of her lust-racked body with 
lightning-swift jolts. The bed was rocking under her like a boat in a 
hurricane. 

"I feel it!" she bellowed suddenly. "Sweet, hot cream spurting up my pussy! 
All the way up! Again! Again! 

Loads of it!" 

Brantley's cock was still heaving great wads of come into her demolished 
cunt when the boy's massive prick erupted in the hot tunnel of her asshole. 
The geysers bathed the tortured chasm with liquid relief. 

"Squirt it to me, baby!" Jenny purred as the double fuck strokes slowed. 
"Put out the fire in my hot asshole! 

Yeah, baby, doing it so good!" 

Two huge cocks were twitching inside her, hosing her cunt and asshole full 
of thick come, spitting again and again. The white heat boiling in her belly 
glowed brightly. A thousand-tongued fireball roared up through her 
shuddering body. She came again, her cunt sheath and her ruined asshole 
clamping a death grip on their spasming invaders. The room spun around her 
like a carousel gone mad. 

Jenny was only vaguely aware of what was happening when two deflated prick 
slid out of her tired, satiated body. She stretched her aching limbs when 
the bed rose until it held her weight alone. It hurt but it would pass. A 
little sleep would help. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Somebody was shaking the bed, rousting her from her foggy haven. Jenny shook 
her head and opened her eyes. Ginger was sitting beside her, gently stroking 
her shoulder. 

"You," Jenny said, the one word burning her parched throat. 

"Yes. Isn't it all right?" 

"God, yes! I thought for a second that it might be one of those bastards 
again," Jenny said wearily and lifted herself up to one elbow. 

A smile spread across the blonde's full lips. "Alex and Brantley. Right?" 

"Yes, but - " 

"They both fucked you at the same time." 

"How did you know?" 

"They did the same thing to me awhile back. I've been here a little longer 
than you have. Sore?" Jenny tried to sit up. "Damn! I sure am. From front to 
rear and back again!" 

Ginger touched her cheek lightly with one hand and got to her feet. "Just 
relax. A warm washcloth will work wonders." 

Jenny watched the girl walk to the bathroom. She could not help but admire 
again the perfect, golden flesh that weaved sensuously across the room. 

In a few minutes the honey-haired girl returned, sat down beside Jenny and 
began to gently caress her face, neck and shoulders with a warm, wet cloth. 

"Feel good?" 

"Ummmh, yes," Jenny sighed softly as the damp, slightly rough texture wiped 
down over the quivering mound of her right tit. 

The cloth swirled around the heavy bell of her tit, each circle taking it 
closer the pink tip. Finally it dragged tenderly across her long, thick 
nipple and slid into the valley. 

"I've always envied women with nipples like yours," Ginger said softly as 
she pulled the warm cloth up over Jenny's left tit. "Mine only come out when 
I start getting hot." 

"I think you have lovely breasts, Ginger," Jenny said. 

"Really?" 

"Yes. Those little rosebuds give them a youthful, almost virginal appearance 
in spite of their full-blown, sexy size." 

"Jeez, I never thought of it that way," Ginger said and dragged the cloth 
over the hardening nipple of Jenny's left tit. 

"Most of us seem to concentrate on what we think are our defects rather than 
our assets," Jenny said, stifling the tickle that shot up from her tit. 
"Just human nature." 

"Guess you're right about that. But that's enough philosophy. All this 
talk's not getting you cleaned up." 

Ginger dropped to one elbow toward Jenny's feet, pulling the cloth down to 
swab across her belly. It seemed to Jenny that she could feel every loop in 
the thick material whipping across her flesh. 

The warm, wet roughness wiped lower and lower getting closer and closer to 
the matted thatch of her cunt hair. 

"Open your legs, honey," Ginger said huskily, her voice strangely tense. 

Jenny did so, throwing her legs apart limply, content to let the girl have 
her way - whatever she wanted to do. 

The cloth stroked down over the swollen, tender gulch of her pussy, drawing 
a sharp intake of breath from her mouth. The warm, rough cleansing travelled 
down into the hot crack of her ass and dabbed gently at her pillaged 
asshole. 

"Damn, but that feels good!" Jenny sighed, unable to stop the abrupt jerk of 
her lips. 

The cloth moved up and down, wiping into her cuntal gash, opening it, moving 
inside, up and down. 

"You know what we did the other night?" Ginger whispered harshly. 

"Ummmhh." Jenny sighed soaking up the rippling wavelets of sensation curling 
up her belly. 

"I was always taught that it was nasty. Not done by good girls. Abnormal and 
dirty." 

"Me too." 

"But I enjoyed it." 

"Me too." 

"Guess what." 

"What?" 

"My nipples are sticking out a mile!" 

"So's my clit!" 

"Good!" 

Jenny moaned as Ginger's mouth replaced the cloth on her damp, swollen 
pussy. The blonde's heavy, hard-nippled tits pressed into her belly. The 
girl's tongue slipped down through her open slit, lapping tenderly at the 
inner flesh. 

"Migod, but that's good!" Jenny sighed, arching her back and opening her 
legs even more. "So nice and easy! So soft!" 

Ginger's tongue darted in and out of her quivering fuck hole, swiped down 
and stabbed gently at her aching asshole. It narrowed and probed into the 
puckered hole, exploring her ravaged shit tube carefully. 

"Goddamn!" Jenny blurted, her ass humping in short, jerky strokes. 

The feminine tongue deserted her asshole and slipped up once more. Ginger's 
fingers drove under her thighs, grasped the plump lips of her pussy and 
pulled, opening her cunt into a wide gap. 

"Go, baby, go!" Jenny sighed, rolling her head from side to side as the 
girl's tongue flattened and lapped up and down her wide open cunt. She 
shivered each time the firm tip flicked against the throbbing, engorged 
stalk of her clit. 

Ginger had her upper leg cocked. The wide thicket of her cunt hair was a 
pale-yellow invitation to Jenny's lust-glazed eyes. She twisted in Ginger's 
grip and drove her head between the girl's soft thighs. She clamped her open 
mouth against the tender, warm, pink slit. 

"Ungh!" the blonde grunted and rammed her tongue into Jenny's .gaping fuck 
hole. 

Jenny pushed her nose, tongue and chin into the girl's dewy mound, turning 
her head from side to side, searching for the girl's cuntal mouth. She found 
the trembling hole and jabbed her tongue inside, delighting in the trickle 
of pussy juice that met it. 

She stroked her tongue in and out of Ginger's fuck sheath, thrusting in time 
with the wickedly moving tongue that was slipping in and out of her own 
pussy. They were connected by lust once more. Tongue fucking each other by 
their own choice with no hard-cocked male to dominate and degrade them. 
Nothing to interrupt the pleasure they could give each other to the end. 

Jenny slipped one hand over the girl's hunching hips, forced it into the 
hot, narrow cleft of her ass and screwed her index finger into the blonde's 
dry, rubbery asshole. 

Ginger groaned into the fountaining well of her pussy and moved her tongue 
even faster. 

Jenny strained to match her pace, jamming her own tongue in and out of the 
girl's flowing, fluttering cunt hole as fast as she could. She grunted as 
one of Ginger's hands grasped her right tit and kneaded the hot globe 
forcefully, one finger beating at the elongated, throbbing nipple. 

Their bodies lurched against each other, a velvet sheen lubricating the 
friction between white and golden flesh. Their asses humped and jerked, 
lunging back at cunt fucking tongues. Faster and faster. 

Ginger's body suddenly stiffened. Jenny felt and heard the deep groan from 
between her own frantically levering thighs. Another instant and her tongue 
and lips were awash with the hot flood of the girl's cunt juice. 

Jenny lapped and sucked greedily, feeling her own orgasm tripping off under, 
the frenziedly thrusting of Ginger's tongue. It rampaged through her, making 
her shudder with lewd ecstasy. 

The blissful waves were still rolling through her when Ginger reversed her 
position to lie beside her, their hot bodies touching from shoulders to 
knees. 

"That was incredible!" Jenny sighed, moving her hand to lovingly cup 
Ginger's hot cunt. "Thank you." 

Ginger giggled. "Thank you. I got my share too." 

"Sure was different for a change." 

"Something to remember for the future." 

"Yeah," Jenny said, her hips twitching as Ginger's fingers found her own wet 
pussy. "Seems we don't have much to look forward to except more of the 
same." 

"Don't be too certain about that." 

"What do you mean?" 

"There might be a way out of here." 

"How?" Jenny asked eagerly. 

"I have a window in my room and I'm close to a door." 

"So?" 

"I see what's going on outside. The old bastard has hired a new 
groundskeeper and he lives in the apartment above the garage. "I'm going to 
sneak over there the first chance I get." 

"What makes you think he'll help us escape?" 

"Honey, he's a young groundskeeper and I think I can convince him. After 
all, haven't we been well-trained to use what we've got?" 

"You can say that again!" Jenny said and laughed softly. "Let's use it right 
now!" 

"Why you insatiable little nympho!" Ginger exclaimed. "You want top or 
bottom?" 

"Either or!" Jenny sighed and rolled toward the golden-haired, honey-cunted 
girl. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Jenny pushed the remains of her dinner around on the plate with her fork. 
The remains amounted to most of what had been there thirty minutes earlier. 
She had little appetite. 

Powell sat on her right, serene in his imperial aloofness. Powell's sister, 
Victoria, sat on her left. The woman was much younger than her brother, 
fifteen years younger perhaps. Her rich, brown hair was a shoulder-length 
mass of curls and waves that must have taken some hair dresser hours to 
arrange. Her large, dark eyes flashed in the light from the chandelier above 
the table. Her full, pouting lips were a bright red against her pale skin. 
The low-cut black dress seemed to hang precariously from the firm-looking 
melons of her tits even though it clung fiercely to the rest of her 
voluptuous body. A choker of diamonds circled her throat, adding to the 
glitter that bounced from the stones around her wrists. Her manner was that 
one might expect from a spoiled only-child. She was obviously used to 
getting her own way, coaxing, pouting or demanding, whatever was necessary. 

Her husband, Judge Hiram Brown, sat across from Jenny. His gray-streaked 
hair and the lines in his craggy face marked him as being close to Powell's 
age. He was near to Powell in size. While being overtly ignored during 
dinner, Jenny had wondered if Victoria's marriage to the judge had been a 
case of brother substitute. 

Though it was true that she had not been spoken to after being introduced, 
Jenny was acutely aware that Powell's guests had cast lustful glances her 
way frequently all evening. 

It was easy to understand. The collar of Jenny's dark-blue gown dropped 
straight down from the middle of each collar bone, exposing almost half of 
her big tits that were pushed in from the sides. Her large nipples were 
squeezed into impossible-to-ignore bumps by the tight-fitting material. One 
button, below the heavy double curve of her tits, held the gown closed down 
the front. Slits, three inches wide and starting from the points of her hip 
bones, effectively divided the gown into front and back panels. 

Jenny could not move without exposing a naked hip and black-stockinged leg 
topped by a wide garter trimmed with blue lace. Every step she took made her 
tightly encased tits jiggle. Every inhalation strained the filmy material 
that rubbed against her nipples. She was sex on display. And the glances of 
Judge and Mrs. Brown had told her more than she wanted to know. No appetite 
at all. 

"Well," Powell said, making a elegant exercise out of folding and placing 
his napkin on the table, "are we ready for dessert?" 

"Yes, indeed," Victoria said. 

"Been looking forward to it," the judge said, following his brother-in-law's 
example and getting to his feet. 

"Let's go into the den. More comfortable there. Come along, Jenny," Powell 
said. 

Jenny followed the three people into the den. The fluttering had started in 
her belly. Something was going to happen. Something wonderfully nasty. And 
she was going to be right in the middle of it. It had been building all 
evening. Despite her anger at being forced into this obvious situation the 
experiences she had been put through had molded her into a lust bomb with a 
short fuse. 

Judge Brown sat down in a wide, plush swivel rocker. His wife eased her lush 
ass onto the couch, where she was joined by her brother. Jenny headed for a 
chair at the far end of the couch. 

"No, Jenny, stay right where you are," Powell said softly but firmly. 

She stood there, facing the couch, her lusty anticipation growing with each 
passing second. They were all looking at her, their eyes sweeping up and 
down her warming body. 

"Isn't she a lovely piece?" Powell said. 

Victoria licked her pouting lips with the tip of her tongue. "I'd like to 
see more," she said huskily. 

"Done. Jenny!" Powell said. 

Her fingers trembled but Jenny managed to slip the button under her heavy 
tits. She peeled the gown off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. 
High heels and black stockings were all that remained. 

"Beautiful!" the judge said. 

"Yes, she is," his wife said. "How far has she come, Thomas?" 

Jenny shivered. They were talking about her as casually as if she were an 
inanimate object. She was very aware of her position in the scheme of this 
house. It was degrading but it did not dampen the erotic expectation that 
was rising from between her thighs. 

"I'm quite proud of her actually," Powell said as if he were discussing a 
well trained jumper. "She smoothly sucking mouth. "Suck it, girl! Fuck me 
with that hot little mouth!" he groaned. 

Jenny bobbed her head up and down faster, delighting in the hot flashes 
darting up from her aching tits as the man leaned down and grasped them 
tightly. She moved to accommodate his fuck thrusts, jacking her fist down to 
stretch the tender skin as his fat cock shot into her loving mouth, again 
and again. 

"Suck him, bitch! Take my husband's come in your fucking face!" Victoria 
groaned. 

Distracted from her labors by the woman's outburst, Jenny rolled her eyes 
toward the couch. Victoria had her dress bunched up around her waist and was 
busily fingering the darkly carpeted mound between her open, naked, white 
thighs. Powell sat beside her, surveying the scene with the indulgent smile 
of a grandfather watching little ones at play. Victoria's fingers were 
playing furiously. The judge was not playing at all. 

His head dropped to the back of the chair, the movement pulling his hands 
from Jenny's hot tits, leaving them bouncing as she bobbed up and down. 

"Suck, damnit, suck! Faster!" he groaned, bucking from the chair to ram his 
swelling prick harder into her willing mouth. 

A needle-sharp pain sliced through Jenny's straining neck. She ignored it. 
The magnificent prick flashing in and out of her mouth was twitching and 
pulsating madly. She lashed at the hot meat with her tongue, gasping for 
air, lunging up and down, jacking the thick shaft with both hands. 

The wide head of his cock bounced off of the roof of her mouth and flexed 
downward to flatten her tongue. 

"Ah, fuck! Coming! Right in your cock-sucking mouth! Agghhhhhh!" 

"Take it, bitch, take all of it!" Victoria cried. 

Jenny gulped frantically as the judge's spasming cock sprayed hot jets of 
thick come into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed and gulped again. She 
trembled through a cunt-twisting orgasm. Trickles of warm cock cream escaped 
her clutching lips and slid down her chin. 

"Goddamn!" the judge sighed and slumped back in his chair as the jets became 
dying spurts and his hardon began to fade. 

Moments later Jenny let the man's limp prick slip from her lips and sat back 
on her heels. She was satisfied that she had wrung all there was out of the 
man. But her own hot desire was bubbling in her well-trained pussy. 

"My turn now, Thomas," Victoria said huskily. 

"Jenny, get over here and show my sister how well you can eat pussy," Powell 
said. 

She started to get to her feet. 

"No!" Powell barked. "Crawl like the bitch that you are!" 

She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled across the thick carpet. Her 
swaying tits were hot globes beneath her. The moist lips of her cunt rubbed 
against each other, teasing and taunting her. The white vee of the woman's 
open thighs was perched on the edge of the couch. Jenny could see the thick, 
dark bush of her cunt hair, split by the glistening, blood-red lips of her 
pussy. 

"Come and get it, honey!" Victoria cooed, obviously enjoying the power given 
her by her brother. "Snuggle your face right into my hot snatch!" 

The warm, musky fragrance of aroused pussy enveloped Jenny's head. She 
crawled between the woman's thighs without hesitating until she nosed into 
the hairy mound that was damp with cunt oil. She rammed her tongue into the 
hot female meat, wagging it from side to side fiercely, determined to savage 
the savory slot. 

"Unhh! Shit!" the woman groaned above her as she whipped her stiffened 
tongue across her engorged clit. 

Jenny battered the hot stalk with several hard lashes before ripping her 
tongue down to probe stiffly at the gaping entrance of the woman's flowing 
fuck cave. She wished that her tongue was ten inches long as she drilled it 
in and out of the clasping sheath. The pussy flesh squishing against her 
cheeks was smooth, slick and hot. 

"Oh, Jesus, Tommie, she's tearing me up!" the woman groaned. "Fucking me 
like a marvelous lit- tie cock! 

Unhhh! Ugh! Sucking now! Sucking my poor pussy inside out! Marvelous!" 

Victoria was humping her cunt at Jenny's face now, fucking back at her 
thrusting tongue. Jenny abruptly changed tactics, unwilling to relinquish 
the initiative. She slurped her tongue out of the gasping woman's steaming 
fuck hole, slithered up through the hot, wet gash and locked her lips around 
Victoria's turgid, throbbing clit. She drove her thumbs into the hot, hairy 
cuntal flaps and pulled them open, putting even more strain on the hard 
stalk that she sucked in and out of her tightly pursed lips. She sucked and 
sucked, beating the swollen nubbin with her tongue each time it entered her 
mouth. 

"Pussy-suckin' whore!" Victoria squealed. "Suckin' me so good! Suckin' the 
come outta me! Suck! Suck! 

Suck!" 

The woman's thighs suddenly locked around Jenny's head, driving Jenny's 
thumbs into her convulsing cunt. 

Her ass arched up from the couch, bending her body as her belly jerked, 
humping her drenched pussy against Jenny's hot face that struggled to 
maintain her sucking grip. 

"Cock! Fuck! Shit! Piss!" Victoria grunted loudly as her rigid body 
shuddered again and again. "Dumpin' my come! Aggghhhhhh! Unhhhhhhhhh!" 

Jenny was -startled by the violence of the woman's orgasm but she was 
unrelenting and sucked even harder at the twitching clit between her tired 
lips. It was sweet revenge for the unsatisfied lust that was glowing in her 
own pussy. 

Victoria's ass dropped back to the couch and her legs went limp, sliding 
from Jenny's shoulders. The woman's groaning became muffled and Jenny rolled 
her eyes upward. Victoria was leaning over on one elbow, lustily 
deep-throating her brother's massive brown cock. The top of her dress was 
down and Powell was lazily massaging her tits, going from one to the other, 
squeezing and milking, pulling at her stiff, dark red nipples. 

The sight of a woman sucking her own brother's prick so shocked Jenny that 
she forgot what she was about, forgot the hot, streaming pussy meat in her 
mouth. She dropped back on her heels, staring at the incestuously connected 
couple. Victoria's red lips were stretched tautly around her brother's 
enormous cock, sliding smoothly up and down the gleaming, swollen-veined 
shaft. A deep, purring sound seemed to be coming from the woman's 
prick-stuffed throat. 

She's had his cock more than once, Jenny thought, amazed that the heat in 
her own cunt was growing with every second that passed. Probably had it in 
every hole she's got. That big-dicked bastard fucking his own sister. It was 
depraved. But why was it exciting her so much? Was she becoming just as 
depraved as her captor? 

Victoria's head swooped up, Powell's rampant prick popping out of the tight 
suction of her full, red lips. Her hand grabbed the thick shaft and pumped 
up and down furiously. 

"Fuck me, Tommie, fuck me!" she pleaded. "I need your big prick in my guts!" 

"Climb aboard, sluttish sister of mine!" her brother replied huskily. "My 
cock is yours!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Jenny watched with rapidly glazing eyes as the lust-crazed woman shucked her 
dress off and clambered across her brother's lap. Victoria's body was every 
bit as voluptuous as it had appeared to be. Her big, ruby tipped tits were 
firm, bobbling tightly as she moved to straddle Powell's thighs. The lush, 
white curves of her thighs flexed as she positioned her gaping pussy above 
his glistening, upright cock, her back to him. 

"Here I come, Tommie!" the woman whispered huskily, grasping his mammoth 
cock with one hand. 

"I'm ready for your hot little hole, come on down!" 

The swollen, blood red lips of Victoria's cunt parted against the broad head 
of her brother's prick as she slowly eased her body down toward his hairy 
thighs. The juiced-up flaps spread toward her thighs, then compressed into 
fat rolls of hot, hairy cunt meat as the long, brown cock shaft disappeared 
into the steamy depths of her fuck cave. 

"Oh, God, so good, Tommie! I love your big cock! So big and hard! So deep!" 
the woman sighed. 

The white cheeks of Victoria's ass met her brother's thighs. Only a bare 
inch of his thick prick was visible between his tightly drawn balls and her 
stuffed pussy. His hands swooped under her arms to grab her stiff-nippled 
tits. The tips of his fingers sank into the firm, white mounds. 

"Now, fuck!" Victoria grunted as she began pushing her body up and down, her 
eyes tightly closed, totally absorbed in riding her brother's immense prick. 

Jenny could feel her own cunt juice tracing a hot trail down her inner 
thighs. The spectacle in front of her was lewd, perverted, unnatural. But it 
was exciting her more than anything she had been through yet in her 
captivity. Sister pussy slipping up and down on brother cock, thighs 
slapping, balls bouncing, tits flouncing. 

Jenny's knees jerked apart as her fingers stole into the damp nest of her 
pussy. 

She fingered herself gently, rolling the slick, hard nubbin of her clit 
around and around. She was content to let it build slowly so as not to 
interrupt the pleasure she was getting from watching the fucking couple on 
the couch. 

Victoria's eyes opened. Jenny returned her hot gaze and watched the woman's 
tongue lick across her smiling lips. 

"Your bitch is in heat, Tommie, love," she said, not skipping one beat with 
the smooth pumping action of her hips. "She needs something in her mouth." 

Powell's hands slipped down across his sister's flat white belly, down into 
her splayed-open crotch. His fingers hooked into the wet, curly-haired lips 
of her cunt and pulled them even further apart. "Get in here, slut!" he 
barked from behind his sister. "Get your whorish tongue on both of us!" 

Jenny could not resist. She did not wish to resist. Now she could plainly 
see the connection, could see the wide girth of Powell's prick sliding wetly 
in and out of the fluttering mouth of Victoria's fuck tunnel. She quickly 
crawled forward, unmindful of the fact that her mouth was absolutely 
watering. 

Her tongue found the hot bulge of her master's sweaty balls, caressed them 
for a second, then lapped up his pussy lathered cock to meet the descending 
crater of his sister's cunt. As Victoria's ass whumped against Powell's 
thighs, Jenny lashed her tongue against the woman's throbbing clit. 

"Oh, shit! Good, little bitch, good!" Victoria cooed, raising her ass once 
more, leaving her brother's cock shaft to Jenny's licking tongue. 

Jenny stayed there, on hands and knees, her tits hot and heavy under her, 
her pussy a hotly glowing ember between her thighs. She licked up and down, 
balls, cock, pussy, clit and back again. Victoria moaned and sighed above 
her, the speed of her fuck strokes gradually increasing, the pounding of her 
ass against her brother getting harder and harder. 

"Ohhhhhh! Now! Fuck me, Tommie! Cock whip my pussy! Fuck meeeee!" the woman 
wailed and fell sideways onto the couch, her calf locking under Powell's leg 
to pull him with her. 

"Goddamn right, honey!" He groaned, free to move more in this new position. 
"Gonna fuck your sweet cunt good!" 

Powell hooked one heel on the edge of the couch and started humping his ass, 
ramming his long, shimmering prick in and out of his sister's foaming pussy 
in hard, swift thrusts. 

"Yes, yes! That's it! Fuckin' so good! Go, baby, go!" Victoria gurgled 
contentedly. 

Her master was now fucking the woman so energetically that Jenny had to 
desert his magnificent prick. It was moving too fast for her. She moved up 
and clamped her mouth against the woman's hot pussy. She closed her jaws, 
setting her teeth lightly into the luscious, wet meat, then stabbed her 
tongue deeply to diddle the gasping woman's hard clit. 

"Fuck 'n' suck! Cock 'n' tongue! So fucking good!" she gasped loudly. "Hot 
fucking... damnnnnnnnnn!" 

The woman was close to coming. Jenny could sense it. Her body was quivering 
constantly under the relentless pussy pounding of the master's immense 
prick. Jenny groped up blindly, found slender, feminine fingers already 
fondling a warm, jiggling, stiff-nippled tit and brushed them aside. 

The master's bitch sister groaned from deep in her throat as Jenny squeezed 
her big tit, rubbing her palm against the ruby finger of a nipple. Jenny 
trembled with excitement. Now who was in control? She. The pleasure giver. 
The cunt sucker. The cock licker. For the moment she was in control. 

She rammed her free hand between the spastically clenching cheeks of her 
master's ass. Between the wicked thrusts of his cock she explored the hot, 
hairy crack until she found the rubbery grommet of his asshole. She drilled 
her index finger into his hot shitter and derived a great deal of 
satisfaction from his grunt of surprise. 

The invasion of his asshole seemed to only stimulate the master's frenzied 
fucking. His huge prick was flashing in and out of the woman's clutching 
pussy, bringing down floods of hot cunt juice that seeped into Jenny's 
sucking mouth. 

Bombarded as she was with erotic sensations from her fingers, lips and ears, 
Jenny was still aware of the cock hunger blazing in her own pussy. There was 
a hot, quivering open canyon between her thighs, yearning for fucking, 
trained for fucking. 

Something warm, wet and stiff suddenly snaked into her flowing cunt hole, 
almost paralyzing Jenny with shock. Then she remembered. The judge. He had 
come to life again. That was his tongue reaming out her rippling chasm, 
twirling and probing at the. pliant walls. 

Jenny groaned against the bulge of hot cunt flesh between her teeth and 
whipped the woman's twitching clit even harder with her tongue. She was 
being assaulted front and rear now, awash with counter flowing waves of 
searing pleasure. 

"I'm coming, Tommie!" the woman groaned loudly. "Oh, shit! Commming! 
Arrrrghhhh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" 

The pussy meat in Jenny's sucking mouth quivered and danced as the 
convulsions thundered through the woman's lush, sweat-filmed body. She was 
shaking so violently that Jenny could scarcely maintain her grip on a firm, 
hot tit. Cunt juice streamed down the thrusting brown pole of the master's 
cock. Jenny was proud of him. He had fucked the woman into a frenzied orgasm 
and had held his back. He was fucking her just as strongly as when he had 
started. 

"Ohhhh, fuck, Tommie! Drivin' me crazy!" 

Victoria moaned. "Your big cock and the bitch's mouth! Goddamn!" 

The wonderful, teasing tongue suddenly deserted Jenny's clasping pussy. 
Strong fingers sank into the cheeks of her ass and spread them widely apart. 

"Fuck her, Hiram, honey!" the woman shouted. "Fuck the bitch good! Pulverize 
her pussy!" 

Jenny could feel the drooling mouth of her fuck tunnel fluttering with 
anticipation. The walls of her pussy were wet with blazing need. She was a 
hot and hungry tube waiting to be stuffed with hard cock. Her ass swayed 
slightly, taunting, begging. 

The stout, fat mast of the judge's prick speared into the boiling cave of 
her cunt. His thick pole filled her hungry tube, stretched it, sinking in to 
the hilt in one hard thrust, forcing a muffled grunt from her cunt filled 
mouth. 

"Hot damn!" the judge swore from behind her as his balls slapped against her 
wet, hairy mound. "Tight little pussy! Jeeeesus!" 

"Fuck her, honey, fuck her!" Victoria moaned. "Unh! Unh!" Jenny groaned, 
humping her ass back at his hard belly, begging for motion. 

"Give her hell!" Powell bellowed from the couch. "Just like I'm givin' your 
slut of a wife!" The hot, hard cock began to slide back and forth in the 
steamy heat of her pussy. It moved easily, slipping in and out through the 
wetness of her streaming cunt juice. Jenny moaned with delight as the judge 
fucked her with strong, thumping strokes that bounced her body each time his 
belly whacked against her supple ass. 

Her tongue seemed to have a life of its own. It was whipsawing through the 
come drenched gash of the woman's pussy without any conscious orders from 
Jenny's brain. The wet sound of the master's huge cock pumping in and out of 
his sister's rhythmically gripping fuck tunnel filled her ears. But foremost 
in her awareness was the long, hard prick that was slithering steadily in 
and out of her own foamy cuntal sheath. 

The judge's fat cock shaft was heaping fuel on the unleashed fire of her 
lust. 

"Goddamn good pussy! Good fuckin' pussy!" the judge grunted, his hard belly 
banging against her resilient ass. 

"Oh, fuck, Tommie!" Victoria moaned. "I'm doing it again! Coming! Gonna come 
so big! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah! 

Ooooo! Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" 

The master was fucking the woman like an insane animal now. His huge cock 
was a terrible battering ram plowing into her convulsing pussy with blurring 
speed, jarring her lush body. His hairy balls were drawn up tight under his 
plundering cock, dancing crazily. He was close to blowing off in the woman's 
cunt. 

Following her lust inspired urge, Jenny pushed against the bouncing tit in 
her hand with all the force she could muster. The bitch sister was shoved 
right off of the master's thrusting cock. 

"What the goddamn hell?" Powell roared. 

"Oh, shit!" Victoria yelped. 

Jenny grabbed the master's jerking, swollen prick, delighting in the come 
slickened warmth of the thick shaft. 

She locked her lips around the broad, angry purple cock head and sucked, 
laving her tongue across the spasming slit. She pumped both hands up and 
down the long pole as fast as she could move then, squeezing hard on the 
swollen-veined slab. 

"Fucking bitch!" Powell groaned. 

The hot tip of his mammoth cock exploded in Jenny's madly sucking mouth, 
spewing jets of molten lava into her gulping throat. She sucked and gulped 
and sucked. 

The fat cock in her clutching pussy was pounding in and out even faster, 
thrilling her with an almost constant feeling of being stuffed full of big, 
hot cock. Her knotted up belly was rolling in the fast rising tide. The 
waves getting higher, the troughs deeper. 

The quivering walls of her pussy suddenly clamped down on the judge's 
rampaging prick with a death grip. 

Massive convulsions swept along the cock stuffed passage as the ecstasy of 
her orgasm ripped through her again and again. 

She popped her mouth off of the master's twitching prick, no longer able to 
get enough oxygen into her lust-laden system. His massive cock swayed in the 
grip of her fingers around its thick root, still spitting sprays of come 
that landed on Jenny's throat and tits, on his sister's slack thighs and his 
own belly. 

Jenny humped her ass frantically at the man behind her, gripping down on his 
inward thrusts with what little control she still had over her orgasm 
wrecked pussy. "Come, you big, fucking stud!" she wailed. "Fill my pussy 
with hot come! I need it! Shoot it to me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" 

The fingers hooked around her hips seemed to sink even deeper into her soft 
flesh. The judge's fat prick lunged for the bottom of her fuck pit and froze 
there. The hot, sweaty curve of his belly pressed into the yielding pillows 
of her ass. His cock seemed to almost double in size. 

"Here it fucking comes, whorrrrrre!" 

Jenny's ravaged pussy was suddenly pelted by streams of hot come, pelted, 
inundated, overflowing. 

"Oh, yes, lover!" she cooed, waggling her ass, feeling the hot jism 
trickling down her weary thighs. "You're coming so big! Filling me up! I 
love it!" 

She was dumbfounded to find her body in the aching throes of still another 
orgasm, one that was short and brutally hard. She dropped her head to the 
couch between her master's thighs, unmindful of his limp cock just inches 
away. She no longer cared what she did - or what they did to her. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The speeding car bounced hard as it flashed over the railroad tracks, 
jarring Jenny from her deep sleep. She looked out the rear window at the 
faint pink streaks above the dark silhouette of the mountains. Turning to 
the front, she stretched her cramped muscles. 

"What time is it, anyway?" she asked, directing the question at the backs of 
the two heads in the front seat. 

"Uh, about five-thirty," Ginger replied without turning around. 

"We going to make it across the state line before sunrise?" Jenny asked. 

"Easy," Mike said cheerfully. "Ten more miles and our worries are over." 

Jenny relaxed and fell sideways on the seat again, letting one leg trail 
over the edge to the floorboard. It still felt strange to be wearing a dress 
after being almost bare-ass naked twenty-four hours a day for weeks. Her 
entire body seemed to be sensitized. She could feel the soft material 
rubbing across her flesh everywhere. 

Little pin pricks of pleasure seemed to be jabbing at her constantly. 

Jenny was still amazed by how easy their escape had been. Ginger had pulled 
her out of bed just three hours ago, grumpy and resisting, her body still 
sore from the orgy with Powell, his sister and his brother-in-law. 

The run across the grounds of the estate clad only in a gauzy negligee had 
startled her wide awake. By the time they had reached the back wall she had 
been fully alert. 

A quick scramble over the wall and they found Mike Ryan's car waiting. He 
had driven off carefully and at a normal speed while they had climbed into 
the clothes he had brought for them. Jenny had noticed how he had kept 
glancing into the mirror at her but nothing that slight bothered her now. 
Besides, he had a right. 

Mike Ryan was young, well built, dark and handsome. He had dropped out of 
college to find a direction for his life and had just drifted into the job 
at Powell's. He had been more than willing to help them out, disgusted with 
his employer's perverted behavior, especially after a little coaxing from 
the luscious Ginger. 

No telling what she had promised him. Jenny had not had time to ask about 
that. Whatever it was, it would be worth it. 

"Jenny?" 

"Huh?" 

"Look what I've found up here," Ginger said. 

Jenny sat up and leaned over the seat. Ginger was turned in the seat, facing 
Mike, her hands in his crotch. 

In the green glow from the dash Jenny could see that Ginger had gotten his 
cock and balls out of his pants. 

His prick was of a very respectable length and width in its semi-hard state. 
It leaned a little to the left each time Ginger's practiced fingers skinned 
down to where her other hand was fondling the big, hairy bulge of his balls. 
The first thing that popped into Jenny's mind was the question of how big 
his cock would be when fully aroused. 

"Very interesting. Now that you've found it, what are you going to do with 
it?" Jenny said. 

"I don't know," Ginger mused, casually jacking her hand up and down his 
increasingly stiff prick. "You think I should suck him off? Kind of an 
appetizer?" 

"Sounds all right to me. Mind if I watch?" 

Jenny said. 

"Jesus Christ!" Mike blurted. 

"What's the matter, Mike? Don't tell me you've never had a girl suck your 
cock before," Ginger said, shifting her ass and bending down toward his lap. 

"Not when I was driving a car at seventy per!" he choked. 

"First time for everything," Ginger purred, her mouth just inches from his 
hugely swollen cock. 

"And not with another girl watching!" he said thickly. 

"Like I said... " 

The rest of Ginger's sentence was a muffled mumble as her open lips slipped 
over the flaring, pointed head of Mike's prick. 

"Goddamn!" he sighed. 

Jenny was not the least bit surprised to feel the heat between her thighs. 
Powell's training had been tremendously successful. The sight of Mike's 
lovely, long cock disappearing between the luscious lips of her friend was 
turning her on very quickly. 

"Relax and enjoy, Mike," Jenny said. "This is only a taste of what's to 
come!" 

Ginger's chin and nose were against the curly-haired base of his cock. All 
of his hard prick was buried in her mouth and throat. Jenny could see her 
throat muscles working as she sucked on his thick shaft. She could feel the 
juices gathering in her empty fuck cave. 

"Sheeeeeeit!" Mike groaned. "That's fantastic!" 

Jenny could not remain the passive observer any longer. She flipped her 
dress up with one hand, slipped her fingers inside her panties and found the 
swelling bud of her clit. She slid her other hand inside Mike's shirt and 
teased his nipples with the point of one fingernail. 

Ginger's head began moving up and down in the narrow space between Mike's 
belly and the steering wheel. 

Jenny could heard the wet slurping sounds as the honey-blonde girl fucked 
the young man enthusiastically with her eager mouth. 

"Holy fuck!" Mike groaned. "Never been sucked like this!" 

Jenny's finger whipped her hot clit fiercely, pumping her closer and closer 
to the release she sought. She leaned harder against the back of the front 
seat, drawing pleasure from the pressure against her hard-nippled tits. Her 
fingers found the wet, hot root of Mike's cock and she jacked it hard, 
pulling up as Ginger's face was coming down. 

"Damned hard to drive!" Mike groaned. 

The car was weaving a little as his hips were humping up at the lusty 
attention of the two horny girls. Jenny shuddered as a short orgasm tore 
through her body. She continued to gently stroke her quivering clit and 
leaned forward to lick hotly into the boy's ear. 

"Come, baby!" she whispered. "Shoot your precious cream right down Ginger's 
throat! She loves it!" 

"Oh, fuck! There!" Mike groaned. 

"Coming?" Jenny said. 

"No! State line!" he croaked. "Now! Now coming! Gawwdaaamnnnn!" 

Jenny shivered as she watched Ginger's cheeks inflate and deflate with the 
exertions of taking the boy's spurting jets. Another quick orgasm ripped 
through her fluttering cunt. She squeezed Mike's hardon gently, lovingly, 
feeling the terrific spasm of the thick shaft as he kept blasting into the 
blonde's gullet. 

They were safely out of the state, beyond Powell's reach. Her future was 
going to be a far cry from her past. 

Jenny was an entirely different woman now. 

Mike hummed softly as he finished drying his muscular body. He couldn't 
believe his luck. This situation was something out of a wet dream. Two 
hot-to-trot females at his disposal. The blow job in the car had been a real 
event in his young life. Now the two of them were in the next room, waiting 
for him. 

All three of them had stumbled into the motel room, wanting nothing more 
than some sleep. He had awoken to find them entering the room with cups of 
steaming coffee and pastries. They had left him still dawdling over his cup 
to take a shower together. By the time they had walked out of the bathroom 
with towels wrapped around their dripping lushness, he had been more than 
ready for his turn under the water. 

Mike didn't know what was going to happen when he stepped into the room, but 
if the actions of the girls in the car was any indicator he was in for a 
hell of a time. The thought of ramming his cock into them was enough to send 
the blood rushing into his dick. He knotted the damp towel around his waist 
and walked through the door. 

The sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. They were sitting 
cross-legged on the bed, totally naked. His eyes darted hungrily, taking in 
Jenny's opulent white flesh, its whiteness a stark contrast against her 
shining, copper colored hair. The red-gold of her dense cunt hair glowed 
like a traffic light between her full, white thighs. Her pink nipples stuck 
out like bullets from her lush tits. 

Mike's cock jumped to full attention as his gaze swept over Ginger's tanned 
perfection. The large rosy circles atop her big tits were twin targets for 
lust. The golden thicket of her pussy fur curled daintily between her open 
legs. His balls were tight and quivering under his now rock hard prick. 

"C'mon over here, lover," Ginger purred, pat- ting the mattress beside her 
with sufficient force to make her golden jugs jiggle. "It's play time." 

"I'm ready," he said, yanking the towel off and heading for the bed. 

"So I see!" Jenny laughed, her eyes locking on his upright cock. "Get right 
up here between us." Mike could feel the tension spreading up from his 
throbbing prick as he flopped onto his back between the two wickedly smiling 
women. His rampant hardon swayed up to slap against his belly before 
swinging to point at the ceiling. 

Without a word being said, both girls leaned down over him and began licking 
his body. Jenny lapped at his chest, going from nipple to nipple with her 
warm, wet tongue. Ginger stroked his belly with her teasing tongue, tracing 
hot circles out from his navel. 

"That sure is nice," he said thickly, finding it easy to reach the hanging 
tits of both women. 

The more he fondled and milked their magnificent tits, the faster their 
tongues seemed to move over his flesh. Ginger's nipples jumped right out at 
his fingers. Receiving simultaneous attention from two hot-blooded females 
was a unique experience for Mike. He was in no hurry even though his hardon 
was burning and aching with lust. 

Both women suddenly rose up from his body and smiled at each other as if 
sharing a secret. Ginger reached out to encircle the hairy base of his cock 
while Jenny's hand cupped the taut bulge of his balls. 

"Doesn't he have a gorgeous prick?" Ginger said huskily. 

"Yes, it just makes my pussy drool!" Jenny sighed. 

"Enough here for both of us," Ginger said. 

"Let's get it then!" Jenny urged. 

Mike groaned under the sudden attack of two live-wire tongues lapping up the 
hot shaft of his vertical cock. 

"Oh, shit! That's great! Just fucking great!" 

Both tongues dragged gently up his burning hardon under his intently 
watching eyes. He watched their tongues curl over his flaring cockhead and 
was stupefied to see them meet and swirl wetly against each other before 
starting down his pounding pole once more. 

That second of woman to woman contact haunted Mike as he reached out and 
found two warm, damp cunts open to his fingers. Both women moaned softly 
when he rammed two fingers into the sweltering heat of their fuck tunnels, 
his thumbs pushing against their hard clits. 

Jenny craned her head down to lap and suck gently at his swollen, aching 
balls. Ginger took the hot head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth and 
sucked tenderly. Mike scissored his fingers against the clinging walls of 
their cunts and rolled his thumbs back and forth against their quivering 
clits. 

As his lust rose higher and higher, Mike wondered absently if they went down 
on each other, if they had gone down on each other. From what Ginger had 
told him about Powell he would not be one bit surprised. 

The image of the two lushly shaped women munching on each other's cunt drove 
his fuck fever up several notches. He could feel the lava bubbling in his 
balls. 

"Can't take much more of this!" he groaned. 

His wet cock and balls were instantly deserted. 

"Well, we don't want you to come now, that's for sure!" Ginger said and 
licked her lips. 

"Heavens no!" Jenny chortled. 

"Why don't I feed Mike some pussy while you sit on his lovely prick," Ginger 
proposed. 

"Sounds fair enough to me seeing that you got a load from him in the car 
last night. Facing each other?" 

Jenny said. 

"How else?" Ginger said. "I want to watch your face when you come!" 

"Holy fucking shit!" Mike groaned. The conversation was driving him crazy. 
He had never heard a woman talk that way in his life. He'd fucked some real 
cock-crazy cunts but none of them had ever been this uninhibited. He didn't 
know what to do next. 

"C'mon, baby, I'll help you!" Ginger purred. 

Two wet cunts were pulled from Mike's stroking fingers. He watched, 
dumbfounded, as Jenny straddled his crotch, her big, luscious tits swaying 
gently. She crouched above his vertical prick, smiling lustily at him while 
Ginger grasped his hard pole with one hand. 

"Watch close, lover!" Jenny cooed as Ginger's other hand reached up and 
spread the plump lips of her pussy open. 

Mike stared at the hot pink inner lips. They were gaping open, shining wet 
with cunt juice. They moved down, spread out around the knob of his cock 
head and slipped down the swollen-veined shaft. He groaned with the delight 
of finally feeling the warm, velvet grip of a pussy around his aching cock. 

"Very nice!" Jenny moaned softly. "Pushing right against the bottom of my 
pussy! Good strong cock! Fills me full!" 

"I'm glad, baby," Ginger said and bent down. 

Mike was shocked to feel Ginger's tongue lash once at the base of his cock. 
From Jenny's squeal of pleasure, Ginger had gotten her pussy too. 

"Now have yourself a fucking good time!" the blonde said when she had 
straightened up again. 

"I will as soon as you squat on Mike's face, sweetie. We'll both go to it!" 
Jenny said. 

Mike gave up. He certainly wasn't in control of the situation. He might as 
well join in their game and let it all hang out. "C'mon, Ginger, baby, I'm 
hungry for some hot pussy!" he said hoarsely. 

The luscious blonde chuckled deep in her throat, crawled quickly to his head 
and flipped one tanned thigh over his face. "Go to it, lover! Eat my pussy 
out good!" she whispered hotly. 

Mike filled his eyes at close range. Ginger's golden-curled pussy hung open 
just above his face. The swollen lips were parted, exposing the glistening, 
throbbing inner folds. The golden curls became shorter as they disappeared 
into the dark crack of her ass. Mike hooked his thumbs into the fleshy 
cheeks and pulled them apart. The clenching pink circle of her asshole 
stared back at him. He followed his urge, craning his head up to stab his 
tongue into the tender grommet. 

"Ooooo! Lovely! Fucking lovely!" Ginger moaned., Mike drilled his tongue in 
and out of the tight, hot hole again and again. Ginger lowered her ass, 
pressing her damp, open pussy against his face. 

"Fuck him, Jenny, fuck him! He's doing a marvelous job of fucking my asshole 
with his tongue! It's absolutely delicious!" Ginger purred, squirming her 
ass against his thrusting tongue. 

Mike grunted as he felt the wet, hot, clinging walls of Jenny's pussy begin 
to slide up and down the unbending pole of his cock. Her fuck sheath seemed 
to have a million little fingers that massaged his throbbing prick as it 
moved smoothly up and down. She rose until only the broad tip of his cock 
was held inside her cuntal mouth and then sat, gulping his length to the 
hilt, again and again. 

He swept his fingers up to Ginger's hips, dragged his tongue out of her 
spasming asshole and pulled her hot, open pussy to his waiting mouth. He 
lashed his flattened tongue through the hair-fringed, honey-dripping gash. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh, shit!" Ginger gasped, her tender thighs locking against his 
head. "Now he's tonguing my pussy! Digging it right in there! Go, baby, go! 
Eat my fucking pussy!" 

The blonde's lewd exhortations spurred Mike to exert himself beyond anything 
he'd ever done before. He had gone down on his share of women, but this cunt 
he wanted to ravage, wanted to gnaw on it until she begged for mercy. He 
whipped his tongue back and forth in the dewy trench, pausing just long 
enough in each stroke to waggle the stiffened tip against her rigid clit. 
Over and over, back and forth as Jenny's rippling pussy rode up and down his 
steely hardon. 

"Oh, Jenny!" Ginger moaned. "He's a fantastic cunt sucker! Really great!" 

"His big cock is some good fuckin' too!" Jenny grunted, the speed of her 
squishing fuck strokes picking up. 

Mike's ears rang with the exciting praise of his erotic talents. They were 
words that he'd never heard before. 

His tongue was aching but he managed to flip it back and forth even faster, 
driving it with machine-like relentlessness through the sweet juices that 
flowed into his mouth. 

"Get my titties!" Jenny suddenly moaned. 

"Suck my titties! Please! Getting close!" 

Mike felt Ginger's weight shift above him. She was leaning forward, 
reaching. 

"Ahhhhh! Yesssss!" Jenny sighed. "Good! Good! Good!" 

The dancing walls of Jenny's cunt suddenly clamped down on Mike's twitching 
cock, squeezing it with incredible pressure. The hot flood of her pussy oil 
streamed down his madly pulsating pole. 

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck!" Jenny groaned. "Coming! Feel it, lover? Coming all over 
your big cock! Shoot it to me! 

Gimme your hot fuck cream!" Mike groaned into the fountaining, quivering maw 
of the blonde's pussy. The lava ripped up his seemingly gigantic shaft and 
erupted into the milking grip of Jenny's cunt. Blast after blast. 

Ginger was shuddering and moaning above him. He drank deeply and greedily at 
the flowing fountain of her gaping pussy. 

"Yes, lover, yes!" Jenny moaned. "Shooting into my fuck hole! So hot 'n' 
wet! So deep in my pussy! Sweet fucking cock! Agggghhhhhhh!" Jenny's mushy 
cunt was whirling around his spasming prick, grinding wetly against him. His 
cock kept pumping into her, harder and longer than he could ever remember 
coming before. He was drowning in the cunt juice streaming over his face, 
drowning with satisfied lust. 

The explosions finally faded to dying spurts. The two lust-crazed females 
finally rolled from his exhausted body and stretched out beside him, their 
hot bodies against his. 

"Hope you're satisfied," he panted. 

"Temporarily," Jenny sighed, raising on one elbow to press her full lips 
against his, her hot tits rolling against his shoulder. 

"Yeah, I can't wait to get your big cock into my asshole," Ginger said 
huskily. 

Mike groaned helplessly as Jenny's stiff tongue probed his gaping mouth. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Jenny deepened her frown and glared at the two boys sitting on the couch 
across the room from her. She hoped that she looked very angry because she 
was feeling just the opposite underneath. She had barely been able to 
contain herself while waiting for them. She was nervous with excitement. It 
was a risk but she was sure that she could pull it off. After all, she had 
learned a thing or two about the sexual nature of man. 

"I suppose you're wondering why I had you come here to my apartment instead 
of keeping you after school," she said, trying to put a hard edge on her 
voice. High school teachers needed that talent. 

The two strapping seniors fidgeted uneasily on the couch. Tommy Hart was the 
varsity quarterback, brown eyed, black haired and built. Joe Williams was 
his ever-present buddy, his favorite receiver. They were always together. 
Joe had the palest blond hair she had ever seen on a member of the male sex. 

"Well, since the cat's got both your tongues, I'll tell you," she said 
sternly. "I observed every second of your behavior in class today and 
thought it best to handle the matter this way rather than take it to the 
principal." 

"Oh, shit!" Joe groaned, his face blanching to match his hair. 

"Jeez!" Tommy croaked. 

"Watch your language!" Jenny said harshly. She wasn't ready yet. 

She let them squirm another minute. The U-shaped position of the tables had 
allowed her to see everything. 

And she had plotted as she had watched, delivering the lecture from memory. 

"Tommy, I watched you raise Cynthia Kramer's skirt an inch at a time until 
Joe could see right up between her legs from across the room," she finally 
said. 

Tommy was the bold one. "Shit, Miss Grant, Cyndy's the biggest cock teaser 
in school!" he blurted. 

"Watch your mouth, young man!" Jenny warned. "What you say may be true, but 
how long do you think you'd remain on the team if Coach Kramer knew how you 
had treated his daughter in front of the entire class?" 

"Not very long," Tommy said, shaken. 

"That's why I had you boys come here," she said. "It seems that you two have 
a problem and I'd like to help you with it. I'd hate to see it ruin a 
winning season." 

"What do you mean, Miss Grant?" Joe asked timidly. 

Jenny inhaled deeply. The bait was out, now she had to set the hook. It just 
might backfire. But she was willing to take that slim chance. "Tell me, Joe, 
what did you see this afternoon?" she asked. 

"Nothin'," the boy said quickly, "she was wearing her panties!" 

"I'm going to ask you another question as delicately as I can and I want an 
honest answer. Okay?" 

Both boys nodded their heads, eager to do her bidding now that there 
appeared to be an escape from Coach Kramer's retribution. 

"How often do you two have... uh... sexual relations with girls?" 

The shock was evident on their faces. They sat there frozen. 

"You promised me an honest answer," Jenny reminded them. 

"Not often enough!" Tommy said frowning. 

"Now and then," Joe offered. 

"I take it then that neither of you have had much experience with sex. Am I 
right?" Jenny said softly, feeling the familiar warmth between her thighs. 

"You can say that again," Tommy sighed. 

Joe just nodded. 

"And that is the problem I was talking about," Jenny said, running her hands 
down the front of her skirt. 

With one fluid movement, she pulled her skirt up to her waist, scooted her 
ass to the edge of the easy chair and opened her thighs, exposing her naked 
cunt. 

"And I don't suppose you've ever seen anything like this," she said huskily. 

If her lust had not been bubbling so merrily deep in her belly Jenny would 
have laughed aloud at the looks on their faces. 

"Have you?" she asked, adjusting her skirt to give them a better view of her 
open crotch. 

"Holy shit, no!" Tommy swore. 

"Christ, no!" Joe chimed weakly. 

Her tits felt rock hard and her nipples a mile long under her blouse as 
Jenny narrowed her eyelids to mere slits and shot a lusty look at the 
black-haired quarterback. He would have to be subjugated first. 

The bold one. 

"Come over here, Tommy, and take a good close look," she purred, letting her 
passion seep into her voice. 

The boy got to his feet and walked toward her. He moved in jerks, never 
taking his eyes from her plump, fiery-tressed pussy. Jenny could see the 
swelling in the crotch of his pants. A very large swelling. Then he was 
standing in front of her, almost between her knees. 

"I said a good close look," she said, almost in a whisper. "Get down on your 
knees and put your face right up in there!" 

The boy dropped dumbly between her legs and moved his flushed face up 
between her soft, white thighs. 

His nose was just inches from the heated mound of her cunt. 

"That's a ripe, full-grown pussy in front of you," she said, letting her 
fingers drift down through the thick curls of her cunt hair. 

"Jeez!" the boy sighed. 

Jenny fanned her fingers out along the swollen flanges of her cunt and 
pulled them open. "Look closely! See my fuck hole? That quivering little 
mouth?" 

Tommy's head moved up and down. 

"Look a little higher! There's my clit! That red, pulsing stalk! See it?" 

"Oh, yeah!" the boy groaned. "Oh, yeah!" 

His face was beet red now. And Jenny could just imagine how hard his young 
cock must be. She had him for sure. 

"My pussy's hot and horny, Tommy! It wants your lips and tongue on it! Do 
it, baby, eat my fucking pussy!" 

she urged hotly. 

A gurgling noise leaped from his throat and the boy plunged his face into 
the open gash of her cunt. Jenny jumped at the electric shock of his tongue 
thrashing wildly, untamed, uncontrolled. She grabbed his head with both 
hands. 

"Easy, baby, easy!" she gasped. "Move your tongue up and down gently! Don't 
wreck my poor cunt! Yes! 

That's more like it! Oh, yesss!" 

Jenny hooked her legs over the arms of the easy chair and hunched down more, 
opening herself even wider to the boy's slavering mouth. His tongue was 
rampaging up and down her open slot, lapping up the juices that were flowing 
from the depths of her cuntal cave. 

"Slower, baby!" she urged. "Not so fast! Easy! Easy! Uhmmmmm! Oooooo! Now 
you're gettin' the hang of it! 

Eatin' my pussy really nice! Get my clit once in awhile and you're doin' it 
all! Oh! Oh! Yeah!" 

Tommy's frenzied assault on her aroused pussy had Jenny flying so high that 
it was several minutes before she remembered that Joe was still sitting on 
the couch. She was busy humping her ass to meet Tommy's attack. When the boy 
between her splayed open thighs settled into a nice easy pace she looked 
across the room once more. Joe was staring, open mouthed, a huge hardon 
tenting the crotch of his pants. 

"C'mon over here, Joey, baby," Jenny cooed, her fingers flying along the 
buttons of her blouse. "I'm not going to leave you out." 

The boy fairly leaped across the room. He was, beside her by the time she 
reached the last button. She opened her blouse, exposing the big white 
globes of her tits with their rigid pink nipples to his wide-eyed gaze. 

"Ever sucked titties like these, Joey?" she asked softly, running her 
fingers under the hot, heavy melons. 

"Hell, no!" the boy groaned. 

"They're all yours, baby! Suck to your heart's content!" Jenny purred. 

He bent down and gobbled the pink tip of one tit into his mouth, grabbing 
her other tit with his hand. Maybe he'd never sucked tits like hers but he'd 
had plenty of experience. His tongue swirled around her hard nipple, 
alternately sucking and battering it. The fingers on her other tit massaged 
the pliant flesh gently, his thumb and index finger tweaking and rolling her 
swollen nipple. 

"Very nice, Joey! You're doing a marvelous job on my hot titties! Easy to 
see you know your way around a woman's tits!" Jenny cooed. "Tommy, just keep 
doin' what you're doin! Really feels great! Teacher's little cunt sucker!" 

Jenny was wallowing in the eager attention she was getting from the two 
young boys. They were holding nothing back. Her nervous system was crackling 
with lusty messages that were fogging her brain. The fact that she was in 
the position of domination was putting an even keener edge on her lust and 
she fully realized it. And was fully enjoying it. 

Blindly she reached out, found Joe's muscular thigh, ran her fingers up and 
grasped the hot, solid bulge of his cock. He was well hung. Very well hung. 

"Stand up, Joey, honey!" she commanded softly. 

The boy obeyed instantly, standing quietly beside her while she quickly 
opened his pants, hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and 
pulled everything down to his knees. The long, white column of his cock 
jumped into the air. His almost hairless balls dangled from the pale hair 
that circled his thick prick. 

Jenny could see blue veins pulsating along the smooth shaft that supported a 
pointed pink head. 

"Such a beautiful prick!" she exclaimed softly. "The girls around here are 
really missing something. Do you mind if I kiss it?" 

"Uh, no, fuck, no!" Joe flustered. 

Jenny curled her fingers around the stiff pole and pulled it down to her 
face. Instead of meeting it with pursed lips she opened her mouth and sucked 
all of the spongy pink head inside, washing it tenderly with her tongue. 

"Ohhhhh! Holy fucking shit!" the boy groaned. 

She hooked one hand around the boy's hip and pulled him closer, drawing more 
of his throbbing cock into her mouth, until the pointed head nudged the back 
of her throat. She moved her head back and forth, fucking him slowly with 
her mouth, sucking and rolling her tongue across the heavily ridged 
underside of his prick. 

Jenny's exceptional training allowed her to suck Joe's sturdy cock while 
still acutely aware of Tommy's energetic tongue lapping up and down through 
the swampy crevice of her pussy. Her fuck fever was rising nicely and she 
had everything well in hand. 

"Damn! Damn, oh, damn, oh, damn!" Joe groaned from above her. 

Jenny could feel the trembling of his body vibrate right down through his 
throbbing cock. She pulled her head back, letting her lips slip wetly from 
the leaking, pointed head. She squeezed his cock tightly with her fingers. 

"Don't come yet, baby!" she said hoarsely. "Much too soon for that." She 
pushed Tommy's head away from her hot, wet pussy and tried to ignore the 
orgasm that was rising from his energetic tonguing. "This party's ready to 
move into the bedroom where we can be more comfortable." 

The boys followed her as closely as males after a bitch in heat. Her blouse 
was off by the time she went through the door. She peeled her skirt off in 
seconds while the boys, unable to take their eyes from her mature, naked 
flesh, fumbled with their clothes. She sat down on the bed and waited, 
delighting in the growing display of young, athletic bodies. 

"I hope you boys appreciate the way I'm helping you with your problem," she 
teased. 

"You better believe it!" Tommy said, dropping his shorts to reveal a hard 
cock that was just as big as his friend's. 

"More than I can say!" Joe grinned, throwing his shirt to the floor to join 
his pants. 

"I'm going to see that you get all the pussy you can handle. Probably more 
than you can handle," Jenny said, her eyes shifting hungrily from one 
rampant hardon to the other. "That will relieve you of the need to chase 
young girls, which could cause one hell of a scandal. But you're going to 
have to promise me two things." 

"Anything!" 

"You name it!" 

"First, we've got to keep this a secret. It's nobody's business but ours. 
Promise?" 

Both boys nodded vigorously. 

"Secondly, you must agree to obey my every command, just as you've been 
doing up to this point. 

Promise?" 

"Promise!" Tommy said. 

"Me too!" 

"Good!" Jenny said huskily. "Now come over and sit beside me." She was 
anxious to unleash the lust which had been building for hours. The basics 
were out of the way. Now she could enjoy her catch. 

When they were sitting beside her, their steel cock prongs pointing straight 
up, Jenny slid from the bed and turned to face them on her knees. 

"Suppose you two play with my hot titties while I play with these lovely 
pricks," she whispered, wrapping her fingers around their pulsating cocks. 

They each cupped one of her heavy feeling tits with one hand and she sighed 
contentedly with the sensation of two different textures rubbing her aching 
tits at the same time. Tommy's hand was rougher than Joe's and the contrast 
added to the passion that was fanning out from her stiff-nippled mounds. She 
pumped her fingers up and down their upright cocks, sensing the fuck power 
that they held. 

"Such beautiful young cocks!" she moaned softly and leaned across Tommy's 
black-fuzzed thigh. 

She opened her mouth wide and deep-throated his long, white prick with one 
thrust, driving her head down until the wiry, black hair at the root tickled 
her nose and chin. 

"Holy fuck, Miss Grant! That's a weird feeling!" Tommy groaned. "No girl's 
ever done that! Jesus! It's really great!" 

Jenny bobbed her head up and down, keeping her lips and tongue moving on the 
boy's swollen cockshaft while playing with his tight balls with one hand and 
jacking Joe off with the other hand. 

When she felt Tommy's prick twitch, she immediately switched her mouth to 
Joe's hot cock and moved her fingers up to squeeze the quarterback's 
pulsating pole. 

Jenny shifted her attention back and forth, exulting in the moans of lust 
and pleasure that wafted over her head. The fingers on her tits explored 
without restraint, covering every inch of every curve of her throbbing 
flesh, rolling, tweaking, pulling at her rigid nipples. 

She kept switching from one young cock to the other, sucking and licking, 
pumping her hands up and down, fondling his hairy, sperm-heavy balls. 
Finally, her long-leashed lust demanded release. 

She dropped their cocks and stood up, breaking all contact. "Enough sucking, 
time for fucking!" she said thickly, reaching out to push Joe down onto his 
back. 

Before the young blond could react, Jenny straddled his middle, grasped his 
hot, hard, wet cock with one hand and sat down, sinking his prick into her 
hungry pussy to the hilt. Her cuntal walls gripped the thick shaft that 
stretched them and instantly commenced a rippling massage. 

"Oh, shit!" Joe groaned. "Never in my fucking life had a pussy like yours!" 

Jenny ground her wet, hairy cunt against the base of his cock, shivering 
from the delicious pressure against her swollen clit. She bent down, mashing 
her big white tits against his chest, and kissed him, thrusting her tongue 
into his slack-jawed mouth. 

The boy moaned as her ass began to move up and down in short, weaving 
motions, causing her tightly clutching cunt to dance around his stiff cock. 
She rammed her tongue in and out of his sucking mouth, the storm of her lust 
beginning to pound in her temples. She could feel her cunt juices flowing 
like mad, lubricating the friction of her fuck strokes. 

Jenny was tempted to really turn loose and fuck the young boy's brains out 
right then and there, but there was another homy male to be considered. She 
felt that she needed to bind both of them to her at the same time. She 
reluctantly stilled the pleasure-giving humping of her ass and raised her 
head. Tommy was sitting beside them, his eyes as big as saucers. 

"Tommy?" 

"Huh?" he said as if startled from a trance. 

"Get around behind me," she said softly. 

He obeyed instantly. 

"Now tell me what you see!" 

"What?" 

"Tell me what you see back there!" she said impatiently. 

"Uh, Joey's cock in your cunt! Got the lips all pooched out to either side! 
Jeesus! Pussy juice running right down to his balls! You must really be wet 
inside!" 

"She is!" Joe groaned. 

"I am!" Jenny sighed. "Joey's big cock is doing wonderful things to my 
pussy!" She waggled the creamy cheeks of her ass invitingly, knowing the 
full moons were right in Tommy's face. "See my asshole?" 

"Couldn't miss it!" the boy croaked. 

"Kiss it!" Jenny whispered harshly. 

"I can't do that!" 

"Kiss it, Tommy! You promised!" 

"Oh, shit!" the boy groaned. 

Jenny shuddered lightly as the boy's tender, warm lips pressed against the 
hot, puckered mouth of her asshole. She hunched her hips slightly, 
repeatedly, pressing the hot crack of her ass against the boy's face. 

The movement caused her oozing pussy to squish audibly against Joe's 
rock-hard prick. After a few seconds she felt Tommy's lips open. 

"Go ahead, lover, stick your tongue in there! Stick it right up my asshole!" 
she moaned loudly. 

The boy's rigid tongue stabbed into the dry heat of her asshole and squirmed 
around in the tight passage frenziedly. Any reluctance he might have had 
about putting his mouth in that forbidden spot was now completely gone. 

"Oh, yes, Tommy! Like that! Feels so gooood!" Jenny cooed, her ass starting 
to move up and down again. 

She strained to keep her thrusts short, not wanting to break the contact 
with the tongue that was reaming out her asshole so frantically. The taut 
ring of muscles was getting looser with every jab the boy sent into her. 

Her cunt and her asshole were ablaze with lust. She wanted to come so badly 
that she could hardly stand it. 

The dripping walls of her pussy were coiling and uncoiling around Joe's hot, 
throbbing prick like crazy. Her asshole was practically sucking Tommy's 
thrusting tongue off. But her plan was not complete yet. 

"Tommy? Tommy!" 

"Ummph?" 

"Stand up and put your cock in my ass!" she groaned, on the verge of losing 
her self-control. 

The wicked, young tongue left her spasming asshole abruptly. 

"What did you say?" Tommy growled from behind her, his fingers buried in the 
yielding pillows of her ass. 

"You heard me! I want you to fuck me in the ass! I want your precious prick 
up my shitter!" Jenny moaned. 

"Goddamn!" Joe croaked, his fingers finding the flattened globes of her 
tits. 

"Whatever you say, Teacher!" Tommy said thickly. 

Jenny felt the pressure of the boy's cock head against her rubbery asshole. 
It increased slowly but steadily. 

"Get it in!" she wailed. "Ram that big dick into my fucking asshole!" 

The boy groaned and she felt his feverish body heat as he bent down over 
her. The entrance of her rectal socket gave way and his cock bored into her 
asshole, sheathing itself almost completely before he could regain his 
balance. 

"Holy fucking shit!" the boy gasped. "It's so tight! Your ass is so fucking 
tight!" 

"And your big cock feels so good up there!" Jenny groaned. "Now fuck me! 
Fuck me good and hard!" 

"Hell, yes!" Tommy cried. 

"Fuck, Joey, love, fuck!" Jenny cooed at the boy under her. 

She let her body go limp, just exerting enough strength to hold herself up 
as the two boys began to fuck her with the frantic urgency of youth. Now she 
could accept what was almost boiling over. They were hers now. 

Joe's hard cock was jumping up and down in the clasping glove of her quaking 
pussy, twitching and throbbing. It wouldn't be long before he shot his rocks 
off. Tommy was pumping his cock in and out of the clinging heat of her 
asshole, his belly banging against her sweaty ass with a loud slapping sound 
again and again. 

"My two studs!" Jenny cried. She was on the very edge. "Fucking me so good! 
Big cock in my cunt! Big cock in my ass! Gonna make me cream! Gonna make me 
come! Fuck pussy! Fuck asshole! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

Aieeeeeee!" 

Her body shook violently between the madly thrusting boys. She was coming 
harder than she could ever remember coming in her life. Nothing that she had 
experienced during her captivity could approach it. The rockets were flaring 
up from her belly again and again, bursting into a million sparkles in her 
lust-shrouded brain. 

"Gonna do it!" Joey groaned. "Doin' it! Shootin' off in her belly!" 

"Oh, yes, baby!" Jenny moaned, floating along on the highest crest she'd 
ever reached. "I feel it! Spurting in my pussy so deep! Hot 'n' wet! Again! 
Again! Ooooo! So much of it!" 

The boy's prick was flexing and spasming in the fluttering grip of her 
fountaining cunt, spewing geyser after geyser of thick jism. She ground her 
pleasure wracked, sopping pussy against the twitching base of his thick 
cock. 

"Hot fucking asshole... here it comes!" Tommy groaned, lunging against her, 
pushing his belly deeply into the softness of her asscheeks. His throbbing 
cock jumped up and down, beating against the burning walls of her shit 
tunnel, blasting streams of hot come. 

"Wonderful, lover!" Jenny cried, clamping down on his spitting cock meat as 
hard as she could. "Filling my ass with cock cream! So fucking good!" 

Jenny shivered and shook between them as another orgasm ripped through her. 
Her involuntary movements kept her ass jiggling against Tommy's hard belly 
and her come-flooded pussy grinding around the base of Joe's cock. 

"Good god!" Joe moaned. "She ain't had enough yet! She still wants to fuck!" 

"Whoa! Easy!" Jenny cried, fighting to quiet her trembling. "Gimme time to 
catch my breath!" 

"I'm for that!" Tommy rasped, pulling his soft prick slowly out of her 
gripping asshole. 

Jenny rolled off of Joe, unmindful of the come that was trickling down her 
thighs from the come matted thicket of her cunt hair. She stretched out on 
her back, her finger-marked tits heaving from her deep breathing. Tommy fell 
onto the bed beside her. 

"Did you enjoy fucking my ass?" she said, reaching to ruffle his hair. 

"Christ, yes! It was so hot and tight I thought it was going to break my 
dick right off!" he said, smiling broadly. 

"How about eating pussy?" she asked, running her fingers through the light 
haze of black hair on his chest. 

"It tasted kinda strange at first but... yeah, once I got into it it was 
good. Hell, you made me so hot I'd have done anything." 

"Good. Stay that way." She turned to look at the lightly panting blond. "How 
about you, Joey, did you like sucking my tits and sticking that lovely cock 
in my cunt?" 

"It was fantastic!" he sighed. "So much better than the chicks at school. 
Your pussy's so fat and hairy and so hot and wet inside! And it does the 
craziest things to a guy's dong! I loved it!" 

She ran one hand down his flat belly and grasped the long, wet tube of his 
limp cock. She twisted it slightly and pumped her fingers up and down. "As 
soon as you get hard enough you can have a turn at fucking me in the ass. 
Would you like that?" she said softly. 

"Hell, yes!" Joe replied, reaching to cover her nearest tit with his hand. 
"Can I suck your tits some more?" 

"Not quite yet," Jenny said, reaching to wrap the fingers of her free hand 
around Tommy's soft cock. "First I want you to tell me about Cynthia Kramer. 
Just how much of a cock teaser is she?" 

"Shit!" Tommy swore angrily. "That bitch still has her fuckin' cherry as far 
as I can find out. Nobody I know has fucked her." 

"Is that right?" Jenny said pensively, her hands moving up- and down two 
rapidly recuperating young pricks. 

She could feel the first stirrings of new hardons under her expert fingers. 

"She's let some guys dry-fuck her, but mostly she gets 'em hot and then 
makes 'em settle for a hand job," Joe said. 

"Does that include the two of you?" Jenny asked. 

"Yeah, I'm afraid so," Joe said. "Couldn't get into her panties no matter 
how hard I tried." 

"Me either," Tommy said disgustedly. "By the time she got through with me I 
was glad to blow off in her hand." 

"Well, isn't that something?" Jenny said absently, one part of her brain 
planning for the future and the remainder paying more and more attention to 
the long white cocks that were growing harder and harder inside the pumping 
circle of her fingers. 

"Enough of that for now," she said huskily. Her insatiable cunt was 
throbbing again. "My pussy's about ready to be fucked again and that means 
my asshole will be right behind it!" 

"For sure!" Tommy said and laughed. 

"Looks like my two gorgeous, young studs are about ready for some more 
fucking too," Jenny said, squeezing their fully stiffened pricks gently. 
Youth needed little stimulation and she gloried in their strength. 

"Fucking-a-right!" Joe said. 

"Fucking-a-Jenny you mean!" she said and rolled toward the black-haired 
young quarterback. 

Tommy's giggling reaction to her pun was suddenly choked off as she guided 
his hard prick into the wet, clinging heat of her fuck tunnel and buried it 
to the hilt with one swift downward lunge. 

"Oh, shit!" he groaned as she flexed the well trained walls of her cunt 
around his stiff pole. 

Jenny bent down and rubbed her hard nipples from side to side across his 
lightly haired chest. The exquisite pleasure of having a hard cock in her 
simmering pussy again floated up through her. 

"Now, Joey!" she said thickly. "Ram your big prick into my asshole! My 
shitter is all hot and quivery for your cock!" 

It took the eager boy only a moment to position himself behind her. She felt 
the cheeks of her ass being widely spread by trembling young fingers. She 
could hear him panting as he stared down at her spasming asshole. 

"Hurry!" she barked. "Shove your cock in my ass and fuck me!" 

The hot knob of his cockhead pushed against the clenching mouth of her rear 
tunnel and slipped inside easily through the lubrication that Tommy's cock 
had left there. The long shaft bored inward, filling her asshole 
delightfully. 

"Gawwwdaammmmmn!" Joe groaned. 

"Now fuck me, you horny little bastards, fuck me!" Jenny wailed, rotating 
her hips to swivel her streaming pussy around one cock and to pull and suck 
on the cock in her ass. 

The boys showed her how well they had learned a lesson from the first double 
fuck. They quickly established a coordinated rhythm, Tommy's prick ramming 
into the rippling cavern of her cunt while Joe's cock was dragging out of 
her willing asshole. 

Jenny let her mind drift as the two sturdy young pricks pumped her lust 
higher and higher. She wondered if the two boys who were fucking her so 
smoothly would have anything left by the time Ginger got home from the 
teacher's meeting which she herself had skipped. 

And Cynthia Kramer. By the time she, Ginger and Mike got through with that 
little cunt she'd be sucking and fucking everything in sight. 

Jenny had learned plenty and was willing to pass it on. 


THE END
