The Music Teacher
by Jackson Robard


FOREWORD 

Every normal man (woman) in matters of sex, when examined carefully enough, 
is found to show some abnormal elements, and the abnormal man is merely 
manifesting in a disordered or extravagant shape some phase of the normal 
man. It is not, therefore, because a sexual act is a deviation that it 
becomes deserving of censure. This view once prevailed. A narrow conception 
of what is "natural" was held, everything else was "unnatural" and to be 
reviled, if not to be punished, even severely punished, for it was perhaps a 
crime and at the very least, a sin. 

Today, the enlightened conclusion reached by medical men is that the 
abnormal gratification of the sexual impulse, however unusual or repugnant, 
calls for no condemnation or interference. This greater tolerance is not 
only a matter of correcting injustices inflicted on those who vary from the 
norm, but it adds weight to the whole social constitution and a new 
stability to the moral system. 

Jackson Robard in The Music Teacher has logically shown us in this masterful 
work of fiction what a hopeless task it is to label sexual varities as 
immoralities or crimes. Wolbarst in his. "Sexual Perversions: Their Medical 
and Social Implications" states: "It may sound paradoxical, but it is true 
that the spread of sexual perversions in American communities in recent 
years has been very largely fostered and abetted, unwittingly of course, by 
moral agencies". Hence, we can readily assume that prohibitions are 
incitements. 

We, the publishers, are extremely proud to present this enlightening novel 
by Mr. Robard, for while we cannot expect or desire to return us to the 
famed Greek morality of ancient times, and its ideal of "the beautiful alike 
in body and soul" which is well out of our reach, there can be little doubt 
that we will gradually break down the false notions and the rigid attempts 
at legal and social prohibitions which have caused so much trouble and 
confusion in the sexual history of recent past. In so doing, we shall purify 
our spiritual atmosphere and strengthen our moral code by removing from it 
prescriptions which were merely a source of weakness. 

The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

It was mad and she knew it, but as well had Janice Arlen known all along 
that she would eventually give in to the inevitable temptation. She hadn't 
changed in nature, only environment, and the latter was hardly strong enough 
to accomplish what her feelings for Ken Rivers had been unable to do. 
Anyway, she didn't want to think of that, or him, nor anything of a nature 
which might destroy her plans ... ,not now ... and not ever again! 

She sipped at her third vodka-tonic, placed it silently on her vanity and 
began to remove her blouse. Wild tingles of aroused anticipation began to 
excitedly ferment in her belly and loins. Throughout the morning, in the 
back of her mind as she'd sat beside each of her little piano students 
giving them their lessons, the lurid scheme had formulated, as if of its own 
instigation and she had actively played no part in it. Of course, that too 
was ridiculous, but at that very moment it was logical because she wished it 
so. 

He was her next student, a half-hour away and the last one of the day! God, 
had she actually planned that, too . ... those three-months back when she'd 
first arrived in Shale Canyon and opened her studio? Was it possible that 
her lecherous young mind was even conniving then toward the forbidden 
seductions it knew were unavoidable? Of course ... of course ... what else? 
Sweet and loveable Dickie Edwards ... what a beautiful boy he was at 
fourteen ... so fair and bright-eyed, his young body visibly developing 
beneath the clean white T-shirts and tight blue jeans he wore . ... Yes, 
they were always tight weren't they ... the obvious swell of his youthful 
genitals ever present to taunt her! 

An erotic little shiver rippled over Jan's soft; incited flesh, causing the 
resilient mounds of her rounded white breasts to quiver in their nakedness 
as she slipped off her bra. Sensuously, she cupped them, smoothing her 
slender hands upward from her waist to provocatively lift their firmly 
pointed fullness in a narcissistic caress, sensing their tiny pink nipples 
hardening, and she leaned closer to watch the secret process in the vanity 
mirror. Once more, a little hedonistic tremor fluttered over her. 

Quickly, she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, then rolled her tiny 
nylon panties down over her smoothly curved hips, letting them puddle at her 
feet. She stepped back to better observe the near-entirity of her satiny 
white nakedness, brushing her long blonde-hair back to tumble in a halo 
around the oval of her face and behind her gently sloping shoulders. 

She had always derived titillating pleasure in admiring her undeniable 
voluptuousness. At twenty-six, she viewed her body as being at its most 
enticing and curvaceous peak, dwelling on the perfect formation of her 
breasts and slender waist, the generously sweeping arch of her hips and the 
long white columns of her rounded, full thighs and shapely calves. There was 
something alluring and personally secretive in the white outline her bikini 
halter left across the pliant spheres of her uptilted breasts, and cupping 
at her smoothly ovaled buttocks. Though, it was the milky-white of her hips 
and lower abdomen where the silken triangle of sparse, golden curls began to 
sprinkle over her puffy little mound and vaginal lips that always inspired 
the tingling in her belly. 

Ken had loved her body ... had reveled in its soft, smooth warmth when he 
held and caressed her ... had gasped open-mouthed when she let him explore 
its intimate hollows and hotly moistened passages ... had begged for her 
promise to always love him when he had passionately slithered his thick male 
hardness in and out of her those few times. God yes, she'd never deny that! 
He was a thoughtful lover and she'd intended to marry him, certain in her 
heart that at last her desires would find their norm ... but at that point, 
how could she have anticipated his younger brother, Russ? 

The unwanted remembrance of that scene flashed quickly through her mind ... 
Easter holidays ... the boy joining his older, bachelor brother in the big 
city ... the several nights she had sat alone with the fifteen-year old 
waiting for Ken to finish a late business deal ... and finally, her 
uncontrollable seduction of the boy, frenziedly sucking him as unexpectedly 
Ken walked in on them ...! 

God, the horror of it all ... to see a man cry like a heartbroken child! 
What else could she have done but escape . .,remorsefully slink away in the 
night, bag and baggage? They were men, or at least males and brothers; they 
would eventually find peace between them, but there could be no forgiveness 
for her! That was invaribly the double standard a girl was expected to live 
by ...! 

A movement outside the window caught her eye and the naked, blonde beauty 
quickly glanced to see the stripped-to-the-waist figure of young Felix 
Ronson, the boy she had hired to do the yard work for the summer. She moved 
forward, picked up her drink from the vanity and walked over behind the 
protectiveness of the bedroom draperies. She shouldn't be taking this time, 
she realized. Dickie Edwards was due shortly, and his mother was a stickler 
for punctuality ... had made that point quite clear when she'd agreed to his 
lessons.... 

"Very well, two o'clock on Thursday is fine, Miss Arlen, but I expect it to 
be precisely two and not two-fifteen, etcetera. I certainly want Richard to 
have the rounded education of music, but only to enhance his more superior 
abilities, not as a vocation. I feel that our young people shouldn't have a 
moment of their summer vacation-time taken from them ... don't you agree! 

The bitch! She could still see the severly attractive woman's belittling 
sharp eyes looking down her pointed nose at her, subliminally advising that 
her husband was a dentist and their social stratas were incomparible. Even 
then, Jan remembered, she'd wondered what the woman's sex hangup was ... 
Just as she'd begun to wonder about the rest of the neighborhood and its 
inhabitants.... 

Arousedly, her tiny pink tongue peeked out to trace her lush lip-line and 
she sipped again at her vodka-tonic. Damn, if Felix wasn't such an oaf ... 
he was so tall and thick chested for a sixteen year old boy, she lecherously 
thought, her greyish-green eyes feeding on the breath of his teenaged 
shoulders, the rippling of his developed muscles, and the taper of his 
youthful back to his lean waist. She could only imagine the rest of him, and 
that merely added to her excitement ...! 

With a half-smile and shake of her head, Jan pleasantly shuddered in her 
nakedness. Her mind contemplated as she moved away from the window. She 
drained her glass, and found the pullover with its tiny, mini skirt on the 
hanger where she'd left them the night before. These were her chosen tools 
for today's conquest, she lustfully thought, quickly slipping into them 
without benefit of underthings as she recalled her strategically placed 
mirrors for the umpteenth time. 

The beautiful young darling ... he'd made it all possible with his terrible 
timing and use of the pedals. Now, he had only to look down at the mirrors 
to see what his feet were doing ... and what she enticingly had hidden 
between her legs to excite him ..! 

"Will you need me anymore today, Miss Arlen?" Shelly Carter's husky voice 
sharply broke the silence, startling Jan. She hadn't heard the teenager 
knock, or ease open the door; her mind had been too busily involved with 
forbidden thoughts! God, she had entirely forgotten about the girl still 
being in the house! Quickly, she attempted to keep the glass of needed, 
mid-day indulgence from the other's view as she turned to vacantly meet 
Shelby's large, penetrating dark-eyes. 

"Excuse me ... but will you be needing me anymore today?" the 
fifteen-year-old, curvaceous brunette repeated, brushing her forward swept 
bobbed hair into its casual look with a tomboyish finger-combing. "I-I've 
finished all the cleaning and the kitchen is done." 

"Ah ... no, I don't believe so, Shelly ... that is, if the house is in 
order," Jan stammered, wondering if she'd closed the door tightly when she'd 
entered the bedroom. She was amazed that she had heard nothing until the 
abrupt sound of the supple girl's throaty voice had shattered the tensioned 
stillness her own lecherous meditation had woven. She swallowed tightly as 
she continued to gape at the teenager, an odd feeling that the shapely young 
girl was easily reading her mind through the off-guard windows of her own 
widely staring eyes. 

"I'm sure it is ... but if you'd like to look Shelly confidently suggested. 

"N-NO, that's not necessary, dear," Jan managed, favoring the younger girl 
with a forced smile of assurance as she sensed those keen, youthful orbs 
sweeping rapidly over her, undoubtedly noting the clothing change she had 
made. "Y-You go ahead ... I'm sure you have many things you'd rather be 
doing than housework on such a beautiful summer's afternoon." 

Shelly nodded, her striking young face expressing her appreciation and 
lessening Jan's discomfiture. "Thank you, Miss Arlen. I'll see you tomorrow 
then...." 

Self-guilt could be one's worst enemy, Jan fleetingly thought. "All right, 
dear," she said, letting her recomposing gaze brush candidly over the 
flowing, youthful curves of the rather tall, willowy girl. She, too, 
obviously wore no bra beneath the loosely fitting boy's shirt, undoubtedly 
the insurgent renunciation of the establishment by her generation, a gesture 
that Jan understood and felt sympathetic toward. The faded shirt's scalloped 
tails nearly covered the skin-tight, cut-off jeans snuggly hugging the 
teenager's rounded hips and full, young buttocks. Their homemade, hot-pants 
brevity were all the more enticing in that she had the long, perfectly 
contoured legs for them, Jan subconsciously decided. Actually, her ripe, 
feminine lovliness belied the careless, boyish mien she unconcernedly 
projected, and that, too, the blonde piano teacher could appreciate.... 

"Bye bye, then," Shelly said, her little smile seeming wise and seasoned 
beyond her years. "Same time tomorrow...?" 

"Yes ... I think so ... the same time, dear ... " 

Alone again, Jan retrieved her drink, swallowing its remaining contents 
before sitting down at the vanity. The liquor burned warmly, pleasantly in 
her belly. She smoothed her tiny mini skirt over the soft white flesh of her 
full, naked thighs, her mind still partially taken up with the teenaged 
memories Shelly had revived. She heard the front door close behind the girl 
and an uncontrollable sensation of private carnality rippled through her. 

God, she remembered, hadn't she herself, been the greatest tomboy of them 
all, though ... avoiding the frills and prissy company of girl-friends for a 
rousing good baseball or football game with the guys? How old had she been 
then? ... thirteen ... fourteen? Yes, and so ignorantly innocent. . that was 
how it all began ... the constant bodily contact ... the grabbing, rolling 
and tossing. . boy-hands clutching at her budding young breasts, her 
swelling buttocks. . until that day..! How many had their been? Five ... 
yes, five, if she remembered right. . all of them suddenly opening their 
flies and unleashing their hardened young penises! 

At first, they'd held her, one on each leg and arm while the fifth climbed 
up over her face and forced the spongy, blood-filled head of his thick 
hardness between her teenaged lips, demanding that she lick it and suck it! 
And she had ... too helplessly frightened to refuse as he sawed its long, 
pulsing rigidity in and out of her mouth. And then, suddenly, as the fear 
had begun to be replaced by an unhearlded sensation of strange excitement in 
her belly and between her legs at what they were doing to her, his youthful 
cock had begun to jerk and spit! Wildly, hot issues of thick liquid squirted 
from it, filling her mouth until she was forced to swallow, the horrifying 
thought that he was peeing right down her throat nearly driving her frantic! 

She had tried to fight him that first time, insanely writhing and squirming 
beneath all of them, but it had been useless. They had easily held her, 
their youthful lust blinding them as each one took his turn, climbing up 
over her face to thrust his hardened teenaged cock between her sperm-coated 
lips and emptying their hot, cum-filled young balls one after the other into 
her flooded mouth and belly! 

That had been the first time and she'd been too ashamed to tell her 
religiously steeped parents, or confide her terrible secret to anyone. 
Instead, she had lived with it, incessantly experiencing the lewd ordeal in 
both her dreams and waking hours, vividly tasting the sweet, male piquancy 
of their young semen again and again, until unbelievably, the nauseating 
abasement she had felt soon passed. She found that the same strange 
excitement she'd briefly enjoyed while they were making her suck them, 
returned to saturate her belly and loins each time she remembered, and that 
she grew wet between her legs from the moisture hotly seeping from between 
her young, tingling pussy-lips. It was then she had learned that a massaging 
finger against the tiny bud of her quivering clitoris not only multiplied 
the sensual tension a thousand-fold in her churning belly and tight young 
cunt, but also when the building pressure became almost unbearable, it 
suddenly exploded in an ecstatic shower of blissful pleasure, bringing a 
heavenly, soothing release to wash exhaustedly through her. 

Of course, it had happened again ... over and over, because she had gone 
back to eagerly make it happen. And from the second time to the too numerous 
occasions thereafter, they never again had to hold her. To suck the 
delicious hot cum from their virile, teenaged balls became an almost 
insatiable obsession with her, and sometimes they would finger her pussy for 
her while she nursed their hardened young cocks in turn; yet never once did 
any of them try to fuck her. 

That in itself seemed amazing to her now as she thought back on it, but it 
was true. They had respected her one wish, perhaps fearing right along with 
her the danger of her getting pregnant, and she had loved them all the more 
for it. Not until Ken had she known the piercing sensation of having a 
mature penis thrust into the hot, wet channel between her legs! She had 
given her virginity to him and he'd taken it without pain, the filling 
presence of his long, thick hardness in her tightly seething vagina a 
frightening, if, pleasure-bringing new experience to her. Yes, he'd been a 
good lover ... had always brought her to orgasm, but just the thought of 
sucking his huge, thick cock, even had he begged her to, revolted her. But 
he hadn't; sex was a singular, straight forward method of intercourse with 
him, which had made it all the more tolerable for her. The ridged, 
heavy-veined enormity of his penis had been designed for one place and 
purpose ... procreation. 

Even so, she had wanted to love him ... had tried ... and perhaps she did in 
her own way ... but had he made even the slightest effort to understand her 
unrestrainable passion for his younger brother? God, did any man ever 
comprehend anything other than his own lustful desires? Regardless of their 
warped male-nature, the woman was almost duty bound to forgive them ... the 
glorious double standard once again! 

Damn them! Damn them all with their his and her unwritten set of by-laws! 
She wasn't going to think any more about it ... wasn't going to work herself 
into a rage and spoil her carefully laid plans! 

She went to the small cabinet where she kept her private liquor supply and 
made herself another vodka-tonic. She sipped at it and paraded back and 
forth several times before the mirror admiring the unhampered contours of 
her lush body which the black jersey pull-over and tiny mini skirt 
provocatively enhanced. She thought of the effect her appearance should have 
on Dickie Edwards once he realized that she was not wearing a bra ... and 
later when he would see that she had no panties on. She smiled to herself 
and her eyes bore their excited glitter once more as the sensual stirrings 
began to revive in her belly. 

God, denial, like the drug addict's torment, was an agony she couldn't cope 
with too long, and it had been almost three months....actually since Russ! 
She had never gone this long in the last dozen years ...! 

The door-bell gave her a start! She glanced at her watch! Yes, he was 
punctual to the minute, a requisite of his hyprocritical mother! The bitch 
... what would she think if she knew the manner of lesson his piano teacher 
had in store for him...? 

"Hello, Dickie. Come right in ... I've been waiting for you," she warmly 
greeted, stepping one side to let the handsome young teenager enter. 

"H-Hi, Miss Arlen," he finally managed, staring at her, his pale blue-eyes 
widening in silent appreciation as they quickly brushed over her. Jan sensed 
their youthful caress lingering on the revealed, lightly tanned skin of her 
thighs below her tiny skirt, and again on her full, pointed breasts where 
their hardened little nipples stood out in bold relief beneath the thin, 
knitted material. 

"Go right in to the studio, dear, and set yourself up," she said, employing 
her moist winsome smile. "I'll be right with you...." 

Dickie followed her instructions, but did so in an awed state of confusion. 
Crap, in the three months he'd been taking lessons from her, he'd never seen 
her dressed like that! Wow! That skirt, it was shorter than some of the 
chicks wore at school. . and ... and man, she just didn't have any bra on at 
all! He'd actually seen the nipples of her tits poking that sweater-thing 
right out! 

He sat down on the piano bench and found his music book in the case he hated 
to carry because the guys always teased him about it. Crap, if he'd had his 
way he'd never been taking piano lessons in the first place. At least, 
that's the way he'd felt in the beginning, but his mom had insisted, and 
there was no use trying to go against her wishes. Then, he'd seen Miss 
Arlen. Man, he'd even have taken up dancing if she was the teacher. 

She was really the prettiest girl he'd ever seen in his life, Dickie thought 
as he opened to his lesson, placed the book on the music-rack and stiffly 
began to fumble with the keys. She always looked sexy no matter what she 
wore, but he'd never seen her dressed so terrific as she was today! Imagine, 
no bra on at all, and ... and her tits punching that sweater-thing right out 
at him! Crap, he knew he was going to do lousy on his lesson. He wouldn't be 
able to keep his mind on it with her sitting beside him and not realizing 
she was brushing them right against him the way she always did! Shit, his 
pecker was getting stiff just thinking about it ... along with her cool legs 
and the swelling roundness of her ass....Oh man, he shouldn't be thinking of 
such things at all! He didn't know what was wrong with him, but the last 
year or so his mind seemed to fill up with all kinds of dirty ideas. He just 
couldn't keep them out, no matter how hard he tried! 

He supposed it wouldn't be so bad if his mom hadn't found the handkerchief 
he'd been using for months to squirt. He supposed it wouldn't be so bad if 
his mom hadn't foundthe handerchief he'd been using for months to squirt his 
stuff into. He'd been certain that behind the mirror of his bureau was a 
safe place, too, and it would have been if she hadn't decided to rearrange 
his room. God, it'd been awful the way she'd carried on, holding the 
yellow-stained, stiffened thing right up in front of his face and screaming 
that he was going to go crazy if he didn't stop. Of course, from sexed at 
school, he knew that wasn't so, but he guessed there were certain religious 
views against it, and his mom was all gone on church stuff. His dad wasn't 
so bad. At least, he drank liquor and played poker, things like that, but on 
Sundays he always made it to Mass, looking and sounding pious as hell when 
he talked to Father Reed. Sometimes, he couldn't understand the way either 
one of them acted, say nothing about his own self.... 

"Well, darling, are you ready?" Jan's entry into the studie interrupted his 
thoughts. "Have you practiced well for me this week?" 

"I-I tried, Miss Arlen, but I have trouble with the right pedal," the 
teenager said. "When I have to use it I get all mixed up in my time." 

Jan laughed in a soft, understanding manner, the gesture meant to set him at 
ease, while simultaneously the sensuous excitement within her tingling belly 
and loins increased at his admission. Everything was going just perfectly, 
she thought, even to the added fortification of the warming vodka-tonic she 
had just finished in the bedroom. Actually, she had nothing but a base plan 
... no set formula that was foolproof. They were all so different in 
response. To play it by ear had been her secret of success, and this sweet 
young darling should offer no particuliar problems. Yet, there was always 
that horrifying possibility that they would run in terror to their parents, 
or worse, to the police ...! 

"Look beneath the piano," she said, conscious of his youthful, pale 
clue-eyes sweeping admiringly up her tauntingly dressed curves as she stood 
beside where he sat on the bench. "See the mirrors?" 

"Yes ... what are they for?" 

"So you can watch your feet without moving your head ... just your eyes," 
Jan replied, having really used the method for its effectiveness before in 
overcoming his problem. "Just rest your foot against the sustaining pedal 
and read the music, Darling. If you feel that you must look, simply glance 
down with your eyes, not your head. Is that clear?" 

"Y-yes. I think so." 

"Fine. Then, let's begin," Jan said, slowly moving down onto the bench 
beside him, pressing her entire warmth of hip and thigh against his firm 
young lower body. 

Dickie swallowed twice at the hot contact, trying desperately to concentrate 
on the white page and its lines and bars of music before him. She leaned 
forward onto the upper shelf of the piano with one elbow, her other white, 
slender hand holding a pencil that was pointing to the notes and meant for 
him to follow. He tried to focus his eyes and complete attention on what he 
knew was expected of him, but on the very first chord he blew it. 

"No, Darling," she softly reprimanded, covering his left hand with hers and 
properly replacing his fingers. "There ... now you have only to move your 
third finger to 'E' on the second bar. Remember to count and keep time ... 
That's ... it. . one ... two ... three . ." 

Crap, he hardly knew how he was doing it! Her right tit was practically 
laying over his left arm! His crazy pecker was as hard as a rock inside his 
shorts! And. . and there came the pedal thing ... He glanced down, not 
moving his head as she had instructed, just his eyes, and he never saw his 
feet! 

Crap all mighty! He was looking right up her skirt between her legs! And ... 
and ... she didn't have any panties on! Oh ... oh man! He could see the soft 
blonde-hair on her pussy! He could! He could see every bit of her secret 
place between her full white thighs that were spread almost wide open to 
him! Man, oh man! He could even see the pink separation of her cunt. .! 

"What's wrong, Dickie? You're not reading the music right at all. Are you 
sure you practiced this lesson?" Jan asked, straightening upright and facing 
him directly, intensive fermentations churning inside her at the realization 
of his problem. It was working ... all too perfectly! 

"Y-Yes ... honest, I did, Miss Arlen .. honest! I-I don't know what the 
matter is. I just can't seem to find keys...." he stammered, his young hands 
beginning to tremble and his fair complected cheeks flushing a brilliant 
crimsom. 

"Why, darling ... don't you feel well?" Jan questioned with concern. "You 
look as if you might be running a temperature ... and your hands are 
trembling ... Maybe, you shouldn't bother with a lesson today . 

"No, no, I-I'm fine, Miss Arlen ... really I am!" he protested, unable to 
keep his eyes from glancing down at the mirror again. And man, there it was 
.! Her pussy ... with its soft, golden hair curled all around it. . and her 
smooth, milky-white thighs spread wide open because of the way she was 
sitting on the edge of the bench! Crap, he could even see the rounded firm 
cheeks of her ass ... and .,. . and maybe that little pink spot was her ... 
her asshole ...! 

Jan could hardly control the lecherous passion racing through her. It was 
time ... time to make the critical move! The front of his jeans were swollen 
with the rigidity of his teenaged hardness! Her tiny pink tongue darted out 
to moisten her lush lip-line. 

"A-Are you sure you're all right, dear?" she huskily questioned, slipping an 
arm around his young broadening shoulders and slowly drawing him against 
her. She let her hand go to his brow as if to feel for temperature, the 
movement pressing his flushed cheek against the soft resilience of her full, 
warm breast. "Maybe you should he down for a little while. You may have 
gotten too much sun. Would you like to go into my bedroom ... or would you 
rather go home...?" 

Dickie couldn't speak. His voice had dried up to a choking knot in his young 
throat. He wasn't sure what was happening to him, but he didn't want it to 
stop! Man, she was holding him with her arm right around him, pressing his 
face against the fleshy, braless mound of her tit, until he could actually 
feel its tiny hardened nipple burrowing into his cheek! Crap, what could he 
say? His cock was as stiff as a ball-bat! He didn't want to go home ... he 
wanted to stay right here and look at her pussy again ...! 

"Come along, dear," Jan tenderly insisted, rising from the bench and drawing 
him up with her. "Maybe after you lie down for a few moments you'll feel 
better," she went on, leading him unresistingly toward her bedroom, her 
hungry green-eyes glancing eagerly down at the sizeable protrusion his 
hardened young cock was causing at the front of the tight jeans. God . .,. 
what a delicious seduction he was going to make .,. . 

 CHAPTER TWO 

If she hadn't been so damned concerned over why Miss Arlen had suddenly 
decided to make a clothing change right in the middle of her working day, 
Shelly Carter irritably thought, swinging about and starting back toward her 
lovely employer's home, she wouldn't have forgotten to collect her pay. Of 
course, Miss Arlen might have remembered it, too....but she'd been drinking, 
another unusual thing that had immediately caught the teenager's attention. 
She had never seen her drink before in the month-and-a-half she'd worked for 
her, not even after she was through teaching, and Shelly was positive that 
she had another lesson or two to give that afternoon. It certainly was an 
odd situation, all right. 

The tall, willowy girl reviewed these things in her mind as she casually 
walked along in the brilliant California sunshine, conscious of the admiring 
glances from passing male motorists and purposefully ignoring them. If it 
weren't for the fact that her parents needed a portion of her money at home, 
she would let it go until tomorrow. But it was easier to go back and pick up 
her pay than it was to listen to her father rant and rave. Of course, his 
bitch was personal ... he'd need some beer money to blow at the tavern that 
night, his pay-check already having been drunk up. And unless she missed her 
guess, there wasn't any food in the house as usual. 

God, one day she was just going to up and disappear from that hell-hole. She 
didn't know where she'd go, nor how she was ever going to get enough money 
together, the way they bled her, but it was inevitable. If she were just 
seventeen, or even sixteen, her parents might not try to find her and bring 
her back. Even though she looked older as far as physical developement and 
all, the fact remained that she was just a lousy fifteen-years old, and the 
fuzz always managed to make a hot issue with a runaway girl at that tender 
age. Bull-shiricky! 

God, it was hot! Wouldn't it be nice to be on some deserted beach, stripped 
naked and laying in the sand blowing a joint or two? All alone with no one 
or nothing to bother her ... no finky guys around ... oh, maybe another 
chick her own age, a pretty one who shared the same ideas and liked the 
things she did. No ... that wouldn't be too bad, having a hip girlfriend who 
dug the whole scene as she read it. They'd do things together, travel, see 
new places . .,. Oh, they might lay a guy now and then if they felt the urge 
for varity, but no steady or marriage. Damn, she'd seen enough wedded bliss 
routine at home to know she never wanted any part of that. Men grew ugly 
both in actions and looks, once they slipped the ring onto a girl's finger 
and proceeded to make a legalized whore-slave out of her. 

Not that she was thumbs-down on guys ... they had their points and she'd had 
several samples the past year at beach parties. She'd been high each time 
and maybe that's what had made it feel so good, though the first time with 
Jerry Halstead had hurt like the devil. God, she'd thought he was never 
going to worm it into her, she was so tight there ... and then there'd been 
a popping sound and there went her cherry, his long, thick cock racing right 
up inside her wanting, moist vaginal passage and filling her like a pregnant 
cow! Wow, what a crazy night that had been. They'd done it for hours, it 
seemed, buthe wouldn't quit until she climaxed, he'd insisted; she hadn't 
because he couldn't hold out. Suddenly, he was shooting his hot, thick sperm 
into her soft belly like a young bull ... and then it was all over, except 
for the roaring fire still flaming inside her. 

With the effect of the pot and all, she wouldn't have cared if her parents 
had been spectators; she would have fingered herself to completion right in 
front of them just the way she did while Jerry lustfully watched her. And 
each time after, when she'd tried it with other guys, it'd been the same: 
she'd had to finish herself. So, who needed them, and for what? They were 
all alike. . only concerned with their own satisfying pleasure, never the 
poor girl's! 

She couldn't help but wonder why, after those over-all disappointing 
sessions, along with the situation at home, that girls ever tied themselves 
to a guy for keeps. It just didn't make sense! 

* * * 

Miss Arlen had the right idea. No husband to boss her around or lead her to 
the bed whenever he got the hots. She really had it made, being a music 
teacher. .,. independent and all, Shelly thought, as she turned onto the 
cul-de-sac and her lovely blonde employer's house came into view. She was 
really a beautiful girl, too ... terrific shape and all ... the way she had 
looked in that cute little jersey and mini-skirt.... 

Shelly thought about that as she approached the front door, a little 
quivering sensation unexplainably fluttering in her belly. Strange, she 
recalled, wondering why she might have done it, taking off her bra and 
changing into that brief, sexy skirt with music lessons still to give...? 
But then, she was reaching for the door-knob, her unanswered question 
momentarily side-lined . .,. No use of ringing and disturbing her if she was 
teaching. She'd just walk in and tap on the studio door.. 

"There, does that feel better, dear?" Jan soothingly asked as she fluffed 
the pillow beneath Dickie Edward's head, then walked to the foot of the bed 
to slip off his loafers. "Your face is still flushed. Are you sure you don't 
want me to call your mother?" 

The boy swallowed tightly and shook his head. "N-No," he managed. "I-I'll be 
fine in a minute," he added, deciding to let her think he really was sick 
... anything to get another look up under her skirt! "Besides ... my mom 
isn't home this afternoon. S-She went into L.A. shopping . 

"Oh ... well, don't you worry, darling. Jan'll take care of you," she 
replied, elated with his bit of news. It meant that there would be no 
phone-calls or interruptions from that witch, wondering where her Dickie-boy 
was. Then, the lewd urge to sensually taunt him further made her turn her 
back to him and bend down to pick up his loafers and place them together 
under the bed. 

Dickie gaped in breathless awe at the incredulously arousing sight she 
presented to him! He'd begun to wonder if maybe he hadn't gotten too much 
sun after all and was just imagining that he had really seen it. . but now 
there was no lingering doubts in his young, wildly excited mind! When she 
had bent over, the tiny skirt had hiked way up until he could clearly see 
her naked, white buttocks spreading slightly with the movement, giving him 
another bird's-eye view of her snug, hair-fringed pussy, as well as the 
tightly puckered little pink hole centered in the deep crevice between! Holy 
crap! He must be losing his buttons! She had to know he could see 
everything! She had to...! Man, his cock was going to break it was so hard 
...! 

Then, she was looking down at him and smiling, her lush lips glistening 
moistly from the point of her pink tongue-tip habitually brushing over them. 
Her eyes seemed to sparkle with tiny little flecks of swirling lights and 
she was slowly sitting down on the bed beside him, her soft, warm hand 
reaching out to smooth over his thigh. 

"Tell me, darling," she half-whispered in a brand new husky voice. "What did 
you just see?" 

Jan felt the tremble of confused emotions tensely cause his whole young body 
to shudder. God, what she was doing to him was considerably less than fair 
game ... but it was her game and she was reveling in it! He couldn't move 
not speak; he was that awe-stricken. 

"You sweet darling," she continued to whisper. "I know what's wrong with you 
... and I know what caused it out in the studio ... and what you were just 
looking at. .! Tell me, Baby, did ... did you like what you saw ... and 
would you like to see more . .,. maybe even feel of it...?" 

Frig! He was afraid if he tried to say one lousy word he'd scream it right 
out! It was happening, all right, really happening ... ,and she'd known all 
along . .,was doing it on purpose! Holy crap, what was going to happen, 
anyway...? 

"Well...? Tell me Precious . .,would you?" Jan leacherously hissed, bending 
down over him until her lovely, passion-incited face was inches from his. 
She began to gently caress his thigh as she lowered her slightly opened lips 
to his, then kissed him, flattening her yielding, full breasts against his 
young, heaving chest. 

Dickie Edwards felt as if he might be petrified ... frozen, his whole body 
as stiff as his throbbing cock inside his pants! Oh man ... she was kissing 
him ... really kissing him ... her hot, wet tongue wiggling into his mouth! 
And her tits, they were flattened right out ... spread all over his chest! 
Crap, he'd never kissed a girl before in his life say nothing of feeling 
their tits hot and soft against him, or actually seeing their naked pussy 
and ass the way he had hers! Ooohhh ... he didn't know what to do, but he 
knew he ought to do something, because he didn't want her to stop ... not 
ever, ever ...! 

It made little difference to Jan now whether he answered her or not; she 
knew that she was going to possess him. Nothing short of mayhem could stop 
her at that point! Her lecherous desire for him, spiked by the added 
stimulant of the vodka, had taken complete, lust-filled control of her. Had 
she wanted to, she knew she couldn't fight it. Ardently, she smothered his 
fair, young face with hot kisses, her caressing hand on his thigh moving 
pointedly to his straining, teenaged penis inside the tight-fitting jeans. 
She felt him tremble and gasp to her touch, an intense sensation of passion 
rocketing through her churning belly and loins as she teasingly traced the 
length of his thick young hardness with thumb and forefinger. 

"Oh Dickie ... it feels so big and stiff to Jan ... all cramped up in there 
like that," she hissed against his panting mouth. "It must hurt ... Let me 
take it out for you, Baby...." 

"Oohhhh ... hhh!" the confused boy grunted in still frightened, mounting 
tension, the feel of her soft hand first caressing, then suddenly unzipping 
his fly to slip all the way inside the cotton of his shorts and smooth over 
the sparse-haired, trembling flesh of his pelvis, whipping his breath away. 
Then, her warm, velvety fingers were wrapping right around it, almost 
completely destroying him! 

Cripes almighty! What was she going to do to him? Crazy tingles of 
never-before excitement charged through his groin to burst into his belly! 
Oh man! She had his cock right out in her hand, and ... she was stroking it 
just the way he did to himself! Ooohh ... up and down ... sliding its loose 
outer-skin back and forth ... and ... and oh shit, she was feeling of his 
balls ...! 

"Mmmm, Dickie darling ... you feel so good to your Jan," she hotly breathed 
against his lips, the terrific aroma and taste of her about to flip his 
skull. "Why don't we both take all of our clothes off and get comfortably 
naked, ... so we can see and play with each other to our heart's content? 
Would you like to do that, Baby ... to see and play with Jan's secret places 
while she does the same to you .:..?" 

Again, Dickie couldn't answer. He felt as if someone had taken steel-wool to 
his throat! She was smiling beautifully down at him, her moistened lush lips 
that had been kissing his, still half-opened so that he could see her pretty 
white teeth. And her long-lashed, greyish-green eyes were sparkling with a 
billion explosions! Oh God ... he knew he shouldn't, that it was wrong and 
his mom would go right out of her mind if she ever found out. . but he was 
going to! He was! Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and he 
was going to do whatever she said! She'd said he could ... see and play with 
her secret places ... her pussy ... her tits, and ass ...! 

She arose from the bed then, and slowly began to raise her pull-over above 
her head! He gasped aloud when it kept going higher and higher, until 
finally, her fully rounded white breasts with their hardened pink nipples 
were revealed to him, right before his young, feverish eyes. The two, 
lusciously tipped mounds swayed provocatively to the taunting undulation of 
her curved hips when she unzipped the tiny skirt and wiffled it downward 
over them ... her dimpled navel, the small fleshy bowl of her belly . .,. 
then ... the sparse blondish-hair at its base and between her legs gradually 
coming into exciting view! Now, for sure, he could see its pink crevice 
right there between the full, white columns of her slightly tanned thighs 
... the first cunt he had really ever seen in his whole life! Man, he was 
going to go ape ... he was sure of it ...! 

Jan's lecherous desire had reached that wildly inflamed point where only 
lewdness and lustful acts filled her liquor-glazed mind. She moved toward 
her teenaged prey lying motionless on the bed and staring in apprehensive 
frustration up at her, his stiffened young cock still protruding from his 
opened fly the way she had left it. She reached down and took his wrists, 
drawing him upward to his feet, then placed both his tremulous hands on her 
thrusting white breasts, while with her own, she reached down and warmly 
clasped his swollen young rod of throbbing hardness again. 

"Now, Precious, Jan's going to undress you," she whispered, kissing him 
first as she tenderly stroked his youthful thick cock, before beginning to 
unbutton his shirt. 

Her loins and belly were seething with lustful desire as he stood 
subserviantly before her, letting her do as she wished with him, defenseless 
against the seductive charms of her voluptuous, naked body. His young hands 
explored her tingling breasts with hot, teenaged eagerness as she undressed 
him, their timid clumsiness letting her know that he was still virginal for 
her. 

Jan removed his shirt and kissed his young chest, teasingly laving the tiny 
nipples of his developing pectoral muscles with her damp tongue-tip. 
Trailing it downward over his belly and navel, she slowly lowered to her 
knees and unhitched his belt. She felt his intake of breath as she tugged 
both jeans and shorts down over his slender, boyish hips and lean buttocks, 
her fervid eyes feasting on his upward-arched, rigid young cock jutting 
nakedly out from the scant, hair-sprinkled pelvis, while his filling 
teenaged balls virilely swayed between his strong, muscular legs. 

God! He was a beautiful delicious boy! 

Unable to hold herself back any longer, Jan leaned forward and kissed the 
purple tip of his young pulsating cock, extending her pink tongue so that he 
could see it wriggling into the tiny split, while she tenderly caressed and 
cupped his sperm-bloating, testicles. Again and again, she kissed and 
tongued it's fiery head, the piquant aroma and spicy taste from the minute 
drops of seminal fluid which had oozed out with his mounting excitement, 
firing her frantically on. 

"Uuugghh! Ooohh mannnn...!" Dickie Edwards choked, staggering backwards and 
nearly falling from the imprisoning jeans fettering his ankles. Crap 
almighty! She was actually licking his cock ...! 

Jan caught him before he fell, sensing his mind-staggering shock at what she 
was doing to him. She guided him backward to the bed and down onto it, 
easing the garments from his legs. Then, heedlessly spreading them wide 
apart, she caught at his lean hips and drew his buttocks to the edge, 
clasping his young jerking penis between thumb and forefinger at its root to 
pull back its foreskin, slipping her saliva-filled mouth hungrily down onto 
it! 

Again, Dickie gasped out a whimpering groan, raising to his elbows to watch 
this beautiful girl who was frantically sucking on his aching cock! He could 
feel her hot, wet tongue swirling around its head like a velvety whirlpool, 
and see the oval of her soft, red-rimmed lips clasped tightly around it. 
Then, her smooth, white cheeks began to move in and out as her pretty 
blonde-head worked slowly up and down in a drawing sensation which he could 
feel all the way into his balls! Oh man ... she was actually sucking his 
prick ... Miss Arlen doing that to him! He'd seen dirty pictures of 
slobby-looking women doing it to men and wondered what it would be like. 
He'd always gotten horny just looking at them, but he'd never imagined it 
would feel anything like this ... especially with someone like Miss Arlen 
doing it! And ... oh shit ... she was stopping ...! 

"Now, Darling, crawl up onto the bed where Jan can get between your legs to 
lick and suck it good for you," she breathlessly hissed. "My God, Baby ... 
it's the most handsome cock I've ever seen! Hurry, precious ... hurry!" 

* * * 

Shelly Carter was surprised to find Miss Arlen's studio door open and the 
room empty. She thought a moment, wondering where her employer might be. 
Perhaps, her lessons had all been canceled for the afternoon and she was 
lying down. Did she dare to bother her if she was napping...? Damn, her 
father would be fit to be tied if she didn't bring home her pay. She'd just 
have to chance Miss Arlen's anger. It'd be the lesser of the two evils, she 
thought, moving quietly along the hallway toward the open bedroom 
doorway.... 

Voices ... almost whispering, gasping voices, brought the willowy teenager 
up short of the entranceway. She paused, momentarily listening, not really 
intending to eavesdrop, yet too taken with curosity not to. Then, she heard 
Miss Arlen passionately hiss: "Mmmmm, Dickie lover ... it's such a hard and 
beautiful cock! S-Spread your legs wider apart for Jan ... so she can get 
right over it and suck it good for you...!" 

Shelly sensed every muscle in her curvaceous young body grow rigid as the 
lust-filled statement with its lewd four-letter word registered. She froze 
there, her breathing tightening in her chest, her legs temporarily refusing 
to respond. Then, almost immediately she heard the groaning gasp of a male 
... a young male ... a boy! 

"Ooohhh ... wh-what are you going to do now?" 

"I'm going to make you happy, Dickie sweet," Miss Arlen's sensuous tones 
reached Shelly again. "I'm going to suck it and play with it for you ... 
while you he there and watch me ... Then later, maybe I'll get up over you 
and put it inside my. pussy ... right here! Would you like that, Darling? 
Have you ever fucked a girl?" 

Shelly leaned against the wall for support, the unexpected shock from what 
she was hearing actually causing her knees to jell. Not that she wasn't 
familiar with sex and all of its luridly inciting terms; yet to visualize 
her beautiful blonde employer not only indulging, but if she'd heard right, 
orally so ... and with a boy ... was just about enough to knock the props 
from in underher..! 

N-NO ... I ... I've never done it to anybody...!" the near-simpering boyish 
voice reached the short-haired, young brunette's now intensively listening 
ears. 

"Nor had it sucked before .,. like I just did for you?" 

"N-No ... never ... honest, Miss Arlen!" 

"Maybe you don't want me to do it anymore? Maybe, you'll just run home and 
tell your mother, or someone else the moment you leave me?" Jan's 
throaty-voiced questions drifted out to the tensed, listening girl. 

"No ... I mean yes ... that is, I want you to do it! And I promise, I'll 
never tell anyone! Honest to God, I won't...." 

There was a momentary silence, then Shelly heard their movements on the bed 
and realized that she was trembling all over with excitement. Boy, wasn't 
she the clever one, thought. . beautiful Miss Arlen ... undoubtedly seducing 
him, then making him promise to keep it a secret! A boy, yet. . not a man, 
but a boy ... and it had to be Dickie Edwards, because his lesson was at 
two-o'clock on Thursdays! Wow ... this she had to see with her own eyes! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Shelly Carter was already too much a part of the young, rebellious 
generation to feel more than a strong sensual arousal at what she saw when 
she peeked through the partially opened doorway at the lewd spectacle taking 
place on Janice Arlen's bed. Carefully, she moved herself into a voyeuristic 
position and stared at the pair of naked white bodies involved. 

She sensed her mouth going dry as her dark-eyes avidly swept over her 
employer's voluptuous beauty hunched down on all-fours between Dickie 
Edward's widespread legs, her pretty, lust-twisted face just above his 
loins! The older blonde girl's full, pink-tipped breasts were hanging and 
swaying above him, while her rounded white buttocks were exposed enticingly 
toward the doorway, their erotically presented nakedness causing a tingling 
sensation to ripple through Shelly. She wasn't surprised at Miss Arlen's 
beautifully proportioned body, only that her satin-like, slightly tanned 
skin, even the ivory-white that her bikini had kept from the sun, was so 
smooth and soft looking. Then, her eyes focused almost eagerly on the 
silken, blondish curls fringing the lips of her completely revealed pussy, 
its narrow ribbon of pink flesh moist between them, and finally the 
coral-hued rosette of her tiny anus centering the smooth crevice separating 
the ovaled white mounds of her raised buttocks. Again, a twinge of kinkled 
sensation fluttered through her incited young belly. 

Shelly hardly dared to breathe for fear of being discovered, as weird, 
almost jealous emotions began to ferment inside her. It was a crazy feeling 
and one that she couldn't remember having experienced before. Damn, she was 
no lesbian ... at least, to her knowledge she was not! She'd never tried to 
make-it with another girl, or even thought of doing such a thing. . had she 
... or had she...? She swallowed tightly, a wave of undeniable entrancement 
sweeping through her at the alluring sight of the naked, long-haired 
blonde-girl's beautiful body in its lustful pose between Dickie Edwards 
spread-open legs. Jan moved then, but only slightly, yet enough for Shelly 
to see the husky thickness of the boy's hardened, fiery-headed cock! 

She felt her young eyes urgently locking on the lengthy rod of white flesh 
which Miss Arlen gently held between thumb and forefinger at its base, and 
as Jan moved again, she was able to see his bloated young testicles beneath! 
Further sensations of excitement whipped through her, its masculine 
appearance wholly confusing her. God, it was as big as any she had ever 
seen, and he was only fourteen ...! 

Wildly, the turmoil within her continued to mount when she saw Dickie 
raising his head to watch, his good-looking teenaged face contorted in an 
almost painful grimace. Carefully, she held herself motionless so as not to 
draw his attention. God, she had to see this ... watch Miss Arlen actually 
suck his cock, the mere idea sending fervid tremors of sensual desire racing 
through her! Mother, this was just too much ... and she couldn't even 
understand her own confused feelings...! Like if she was really jealous, 
which one was she jealous of? 

She had only to look at Jan Arlen to sense the intensive fire which had to 
be burning in her soft white belly and between her shapely legs. Her greedy, 
cat-like eyes seemed to engorge themselves on the poling length of hardness 
that was nearly touching her lips! 

Jan continued to visually devour the beautiful boy-cock while she gently 
stroked it and caressed his soft, sperm-bloating balls, wanting to savor the 
last second of sensual expectancy before plunging down onto it. But she 
couldn't stand to wait any longer! 

"Now, Darling! God, I'm going to suck your sweet cock until it explodes its 
hot cum forme!" she gasped, staring lecherously up at him. Now, baby ... 
now! 

"Unnhhh ... ohhhh crappp!" Dickie helplessly grunted, new chills charging 
along his spine as she lowered closer to it while he watched wide-eyed. Her 
lush, wet lips parted, then enclosed the moist, pulsing glans of his 
teenaged penis in a warm, lip-locking pressure that caused his entire naked 
body to spasmodically convulse. He moaned out again, thrusting upward with 
involuntary response, shoving his swollen hardness forcefully between her 
ovaly clasping lips. He watched them tighten like an elastic band around it 
just below the head, straining his neck higher to gape at the sight of it 
captured in her hotly sucking mouth! 

Her warm glistening lips pursed into a tiny O as she drew up off the spongy 
tip, then she started to lick it as if it were a delicious stick of candy. 
Her eager little tongue began to brush and lave it all over, from its 
prickling root along its underside to the coronal ridge viscidly protruding 
from its pulled-back foreskin. Dickie gaped with open mouth as she washed, 
played, and caressed his aching prick with every lapping stroke, then 
tongued her way back down to its base and below to the smooth, soft flesh of 
his teeming balls! Saliva excitedly dribbled down her tongue when she licked 
his churning testicles with hot, sweeping strokes, causing Shelly to nearly 
gasp out in her own mounting excitement. 

The willowy young brunette could hardly believe it when she saw Miss Arlen 
lewdly raising his legs and press them back until his knees touched his 
chest! A maddening tremor brushed over the never-ends of her aroused young 
body as she saw that the lurid position exposed his tight, brownish anus and 
that the lovely girl was trailing her wet tongue along the corded ridge 
between his widespread, lean white buttocks! She tauntingly circled the 
puckered little hole, tongue-painting his inner buttocks and finally 
stiffening its tip like a baby's pink penis in an effort to penetrate the 
tiny, puckered lips of his palpitating rectum!! God ... and she thought she 
knew what it was to be hot! Wow ... she'd never even realized what it was 
all about. . but her sexy blonde employer sure did! She looked as if she 
were just about ready to blow all of her fuses! 

Jan's belly and loins were, in fact, an inferno of frenzied sensations at 
the forbiddenness of her lecherous ravishment. They seethed with thrilling, 
erotic flames which were more avid than she could even remember. God, it had 
been so long ... so long! The delicious, sweet piquancy of his youthful 
genitals was driving her to the point of climax with just the thought of her 
lecherous seduction alone! The luscious darling, he was so helpless ... so 
completely subject to her slightest whim! Yes and she had to suck his 
boy-sperm into her waiting throat and belly! That was the ultimate ... to 
coax and swallow the nectar from their youthful loins! 

Quickly, she trailed her hot tongue back over his sperm-inflated, young 
balls, upward along the shaft of hardened flesh to its pulsating, rubbery 
head, slipping her lips wetly down over it once more. Oh ... ecstasy ... 
erotic ecstasy! And there would be many more hours like this with him! He 
belonged to her now, and he would come to her whenever she wanted him! 
Delicious, sweet boy-cock! 

Dickie could think of nothing but what she was doing to him, and the way she 
looked hunched down between his widely scissored-open legs, her soft white 
nakedness rippling all over as she sucked his throbbing cock like crazy! Her 
long, tumbling blonde-hair was fanned over his belly like silken, spun gold, 
making him think of a fairy-book princess! Man ... oh man, he had to shoot 
his stuff soon or he'd blow his mind for sure! 

She was still holding his aching prick with two fingers clasped at its base 
while she steadily sucked it, moving her grotesquely ovaled mouth 
rhythmically up and down and using that twisting motion of her tongue at the 
peak of each upstroke. He tensed his pelvic muscles, uncontrollably pushing 
his loins up at her face. She moaned and began to suck harder, nipping now 
and then with her little white teeth and making him whimper out, his cock 
bloodless beneath her scraping suck and a rich purple at its smooth, spongy 
tip! 

From the concealment of the partially closed door, Shelly couldn't resist 
the movement of her own slender hands to the firm fullness of her naked, 
supple breasts beneath the loose shirt. Excitedly, she began to massage them 
in a cupping, circular caress, trapping their tingling nipples between her 
fingers to knead and pull in her whetted voyeuristic heat. God ... what 
would it taste like ... feel like in her mouth? And what would Jan Arlen do 
when he squirted his cum ... let it shoot right into her mouth? That's what 
a girl was expected to do ... she knew that. . let the hot, white jism flood 
her mouth until she had to swallow it down into her belly! Oh damn, she was 
getting so frigging hot! She choked back a moan and dropped one hand down to 
the soft give of her vaginal mound and the moistened, flushed lips of her 
pussy between her hotly prickling thighs. Through the faded, thin material 
of the tight, cut-off jeans, she began to rub herself there, undulating her 
hips and buttocks against the pressure of her stimulating hand and fingers 
as she covetously watched the lovely girl's ever-increasing passion! 

Now, Jan was slipping her hands beneath the cheeks of Dickie's buttocks, 
lifting them while she frenziedly plunged her mouth down onto his thick, 
teenaged cock! God almighty, it was completely disappearing right up into 
her mouth ... all of it! Cripes, it had to be reaching the tightness of her 
throat, while her nose and lips were brushing against the sparse pubic-hair 
of his pelvis! 

Shelly couldn't take anymore; she was going to flip if she didn't release 
the seething tension building in her inflamed loins and belly! Giddily, she 
tugged open the front of the home-made shorts, pulling aside the tiny strip 
of her damp, nylon panties. She felt the soft, silkiness of her own 
pubic-curls, then the wet, tight lips of her feverish cunt palpitating 
against the tip of her caressing fingers. Her breath quickened as she drew 
them apart, exposing the innerflesh of her teenaged pussy to the soothing 
air before sinking her middle finger deep into the hotly clasping mouth of 
her wet vaginal channel. She sighed uncontrollably, knowing a tiny measure 
of momentary relief! 

Lustfully, the fired teenaged girl concentrated on the pair of naked white 
bodies that had begun to glisten with perspiration from their furious 
sensual exertion. The curvaceous music-teacher's wanton tongue with its 
final swiping lick was making the violent, purple head of Dickie's young 
cock fervently vibrate and jerk. Shelly watched her frenzied labors, the 
beautiful, hanging white breasts rippling and dancing beneath her pumping 
body. Her clasping, sucking mouth was misshapenly filled with his thick, 
boy-hardness, her lush inner-lips clinging revealingly as if her mouth was 
about to turn inside out each time she sucked up off it! Then, Dickie jerked 
his trembling loins further up at her face, until he was arched off the bed! 
Shelly gasped, but went unheard, her breathing quickening at the 
incredulously salacious spectacle of Miss Arlen's small hands clutching at 
Dickie's young, raised buttocks and his thick cock completely submerged in 
her bizzarely sucking mouth and throat! 

The searing tongues of fire bellowed to a keener heat inside the pantingly 
excited girl. Desperately, she changed positions, quickly pulling free her 
finger and rolling her shorts and panties down over her rounded white hips 
to her knees. She leaned forward, assuming a lewd, angled position that 
allowed her to reach back over her naked buttocks to the wet, hair-fringed 
lips and plunge several fingers into the throbbing depths of her burning, 
teenaged cunt. Then, with her other hand, she began to stroke the tiny bud 
of her quivering clitoris from the front, immediate sensations of mounting 
pressure beginning to blissfully build in her hotly glowing loins and 
quaking belly! Wildly, she watched, as from the bed, the groans increased, 
accompanied by rhythmic movements of growing intensity, and she crammed her 
fingers into the wet heat of her tight vagina while massaging her tiny 
clitoris in tempo to the maddening cadence of the blonde girl's frantic 
sucking ...! 

Dickie Edwards had the crazy feeling that he was going to burst like a 
two-cent balloon! Miss Arlen had wedged both hands beneath the cheeks of his 
ass, lifting them while she plunged her mouth down on his almost numbed cock 
with a frenzy. Frig! It was completely vanishing right up into her mouth ... 
all of it. . going into the back of her throat for Christ's sake ... her 
nose and lips brushing against the hairs on his belly! Oh man ... man ... it 
was just too much! 

Her crazy tongue with that final swiping lick was making his cock-head jerk 
and throb until he didn't think he could stand it any longer! He gaped at 
her breasts ... those terrific white, rounded tits, jouncing and dancing 
beneath her pumping body, the sight adding to his mounting climax! But. . 
but she hadn't let him feel of them, or her pussy like she'd promised ... 
and man, he wanted to ... only ... that gnawing sensation was starting in 
his balls! 

His brain raced wildly, filling with scraps of thoughts ... like maybe next 
time she'd let him, and he could feel of her soft, white ass and belly too! 
Ooohh, crap ... crap ... in a minute he wouldn't care anymore ... but then 
tomorrow he would ... yeah ... he knew he would tomorrow! He stared at her 
pretty face stuffed with his throbbing cock, her absorbing mouth sucking 
hungrily on it, her smooth white cheeks puffing in and out as she pulled. He 
jerked his pelvis tighter up to her face, until he was right off the bed, 
his throat and mouth flannel-dry. Wow ... oh wow! His aching prick felt as 
if it were going to shatter into a million pieces any second! 

Frig! Frig! Frig! It was going to happen now! 

His pumping hardness was going to blow it right into her mouth! 

Furiously, the teenaged boy began to writhe his hips, tangling his hands in 
her long blonde-hair to hold her there as the hot sperm erupted deep down in 
his testicles and began to race the length of his wildly jerking penis! 

"Uuugghhhh!" he groaned out a passionate whimper between clenched teeth. 
"N-Now .. here it cuuummss...!" 

His thick young cock lurched into a violent spasm that flooded Jan's 
voraciously sucking mouth with gush after gush of his white, hot boy-sperm. 
It bloated her cheeks with every delicious, seething squirt as omniverously, 
she swallowed moaning around his pumping young cock while her own insane 
climax overwhelmed her. Like the voyeuristic teenage girl secretly watching 
from the doorway as she, too, trembled in the throes of ecstatic orgasm, Jan 
plunged her hand between her soft thighs into the liquid flesh of her 
steaming hot cunt, tweaking and stroking her palpitating clitoris. 

She was still sucking and nibbling on his deflating young penis long after 
the front door silently opened and closed behind Shelly Carter's trembling 
teenaged body ... and long after the youthful cock had shriveled into 
uselessness in her still sucking mouth.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Frank Trumble, a tall, slender man in his mid-forties and a successful real 
estate broker in Shale Canyon, brought up the name of Jan Arlen when he, 
with his two compatriots, were walking toward the clubhouse from the 
eighteenth green. The conversation, as usual, had been following its 
customary vein ... their female conquests of the past, near-past, and 
hopeful future. They were lechers of position in the wealthy, suburban 
community, philandering professional men whose ego demanded that they boast 
of their infidelities to one another, certain that their respective, 
social-minded wives of too many years would not be an appreciative audience. 

"I'll tell you one thing, she's the most luscious creature this town has 
seen in the dozen years we've been here," Frank Trumble said, a sly grin 
tugging at his thin-lipped mouth. "Of course, Helen probably wouldn't agree 
with me, but then she seldom does on anything." 

Gus Edwards, a big, heavy-set man with a shock of premature white hair, 
red-veined cheeks and liquor-tainted grey-eyes, chuckled in response. 
Whenever the real estate broker mentioned his thirty-five year old, 
red-headed wife, the big man couldn't help but secretly think how little his 
friend knew about his chosen mate. Not only was she a well-built bitch, but 
she was the best fuck of their whole damned crowd, and he ought to know.... 

"She's a doll, all right, but Jenny tells me she's one of these women's lib 
advocates," Harry Evans, a fat and bald, forty-seven year old attorney and 
local political figure put in. "From what I read about those broads, you 
might as well try to make it with a nun." 

Again, Gus Edwards chuckled. He could appreciate that comparison, having 
been raised and steeped in the faith; nevertheless, such remarks invariably 
rankled him. He glanced sharply over at the shorter fat man who was grinning 
at his own quip. A hell of a lot that tub-of-shit wife of his knew about 
woman's lib or anything else. She was too taken up with her women's clubs 
and the goddamned wine-bottle to make an intelligent statement. Besides, she 
was probably pissed because she couldn't get to her. Hadn't Mavis told him 
several times that the fat, buggy-eyed bitch was always trying to get a hand 
on her? 

"Doesn't your boy take piano lessons from Janice Arlen, Gus?" Frank Trumble 
asked as they neared the clubhouse. 

"Yeah," the dentist nodded, "and he seems to be doing pretty well." 

"Hell, that's not what I'm getting at, man," the broker stretched his thing 
tipped smile. "Seems as if that ought to give you reason to pay her a little 
visit ... you know, to discuss his progress, or some other such line of 
crap." 

"And have Mavis get wind of it?" Gus grunted, tossing him a disgusted look. 
"I doubt like hell if she'd buy my taking a sudden interest in Dickie's 
music lessons as a likely story. That wife of mine's got a keen head, Frank. 
And I like to keep things as peaceful as I can at home." 

"You mean, she doesn't trust you as far as she could throw a bull, is that 
it, Gus?" Harry Evans added with a snigger. 

"Well, let's just say that what she doesn't know for fact isn't about to 
upset the castle. She can think a lot of things, but being able to prove 
them is another story," the big man replied with a smug expression. 

"Well. . I'd still give a sizeable commission to get into the gorgeous Miss 
Arlen's hot little panties," Frank Trumble said, his dark-eyes lustfully 
glittering with his thoughts. "Christ, what a lovely, tight-looking ass 
she's got! I saw her down-town shopping the other day and walked around with 
a hard-on for two hours after." 

"Why didn't you go home and throw a quickie into Helen? Harry Evans 
suggested, lewdly smirking, his own conception of fucking Frank Trumble's 
wife a stimulating vision he'd privately nourished for years. 

"Ha ... you don't know my wife very well, Harry. The noonie stuff went out 
right after the honeymoon all those years ago," Frank said with a shake of 
his head. "I think probably that's the advantage of these wife-swapping 
arrangements the young people go for nowdays. You know, it's all agreed on 
and understood. And if a fellow suddenly feels the urge, like in the middle 
of the day, he gives one of the wives a call, sets it up and pays her a 
visit. You know, kind of a share and share alike program with everybody 
profiting." 

"Yeah ... I can just see Jenny going for that," Evans commented as he parked 
the golf-cart he'd been pulling, while the others did the same. 

"She might surprise you, Harry," Gus Edwards said, winking at Frank Trumble, 
and imagining the heavy-set woman calling up one of the wives for herself. 

"I've always said that nothing she could do would surprise me, Gus," the 
lawyer answered, "but that, by God would! When it comes to sex-desire, I'm 
afraid poor Jenny was short-changed...." 

"Aw, come on, Harry. All she needs is a little variety," Frank Trumble said, 
picking up Gus' taunting and winking back at the big man. "Tell you what, 
why don't you ask her when you go home? In fact, we'll ask all of them! 
Hell, that's just what we need ... a good swap club. Maybe, we can even talk 
the Arlen doll into joining us! Damn, just imagine throwing your cock into 
that, Harry...?" 

"You've got rocks in your head, Frank!" Harry Evans exclaimed, looking at 
his friend and trying to read the smile the other was working at 
surpressing. 

"Hell, just think of all the whore-money you'd save, Harry?" Gus put in, 
pretending at seriousness, while at the same time he wondered if Frank 
Trumble was actually putting out feelers. Forgetting Evans and his 
repulsive, fat-assed wife, a little swap-party between the Trumbles and 
themselves wouldn't be such a bad deal now and then. It'd do away with all 
the secret meetings in L.A. he and Helen went through at least once a month, 
and certainly Mavis needed something to spur her ass out of the doldrums it 
had settled into the past few years.... 

"Sure, why don't you just ask Jenny how she feels about it, Harry?" Frank 
Trumble went on, enjoying pulling the other's leg, even as the more 
provocative thought of crawling between the attractive Mavis Edward's 
shapely, wide-spread thighs caused lustful sensations to begin gnawing at 
his loins. Yeah, why not...? Helen might just listen to the idea too...! 
After all, neither one of them was getting much out of their fucking these 
days ... in fact, hadn't been for a damned long time! Maybe this was what 
they needed, a little agreed upon inovation to spice things up! Hell, it 
could be the answer for the four of them, and as things developed maybe they 
could promote-another couple or two? Damn ... it was just too bad that 
Janice Arlen wasn't married.... 

"Come on, my turn to buy the drinks," Harry Evans said with a shake of his 
bald head. "The way you guys are talking, you need it, too!" 

Both Gus and Frank laughed loudly as they exchanged good-natured back-slaps, 
while simultaneously their brains continued to independently cultivate the 
lewd program they had implanted in each other's mind. 

It was inevitable, they both knew, that they would discuss it later ... 
alone.... 

* * * 

"All I know is what I hear, girls," Helen Trumble said, sipping at her 
scotch-soda and puffing at a cigarette. She sat with her well-shaped legs 
crossed, the mini-skirt hardly covering the smooth, rounded flesh of her 
naked thighs as she gazed across the living room at her two golf-widow 
friends. "They say she has no male callers ... female either, for that 
matter, no one except her students or their parents, and that she's seldom 
seen out anywhere other than shopping." 

"So...? What are you getting at, Helen?" Mavis Edwards questioned, feeling 
some ridiculous urge to protect the reputation of her son's music teacher. 
She, too, nursed a scotch-soda and smoked a cigarette, her slacks-covered 
legs stretched out before where she sat on the davenport. She couldn't help 
the narrowing of her ash-rimmed eyes that were near-glowering at the mention 
of Janice Arlen's respectability. Not that she gave a damn about the girl 
personally, but she was Dickie's music teacher which made the girl a part of 
her own well-ordered domain, however remotely connected, and to Mavis' way 
of thinking, a reflection upon herself. 

"Well, it is just a little unusual, don't you think, Mavis?" Helen said 
dragging deep from her cigarette, then letting out the smoke as she talked. 
"I mean, a lovely young girl like her with no husband or boyfriends...?" 

"Maybe she just dislikes sex," Mavis retorted, prefering to get off the 
subject. "Some women do, I understand." 

"That's not quite natural either, is it?" the fetching red-head pursued, 
aware that she had touched a tender spot with her chestnut-haired friend. 
God, she thought, it was no wonder Gus ran around the way he did; she was so 
outwardly straight-laced and possessive ... and lousy in bed, too, according 
to her now-and-then lover. 

"Well, from what I've heard, she's one of those women's lib champions, and 
to my way of thinking she can't be all bad," Jenny Evans put in, following 
her statement with a sip of port and crossing her fat, nylon-covered legs. 
She ran her tongue over her thick, red-rouged lips, the glint in her small 
dark eyes almost sparkling as she looked down her parrotish nose at each 
girl in turn. "Frankly, I'm all for their cause and think that more of us 
women should be." 

"Which has nothing to do with what we're talking about, Jenny," Helen 
Trumble said, pointedly adding: "except that it helps to underline a more 
unsavory aspect. Isn't that group ridden with lesbians?" 

Mavis sensed her own cheeks blushing along with Jenny's but purely in 
sympathy. My God, what a thing to say and right in the woman's own house! 
The remark hadn't been necessary, even though the both of them had discussed 
and concluded that their over-weight friend probably leaned that way. But 
that was a part of Helen Trumble's too often cruel and thoughtless 
character, and the part that Mavis very much disliked. 

"I doubt that!" Jenny snapped, recovering herself. "But even if it is so, 
there are worse things I can think of!" 

"Such as...?" Helen prodded, managing to display her usual unruffled tone. 

"Such as any married woman being unfaithful to her husband," Jenny replied, 
her own voice smoothing into a new calmness. "That, to me, is the least of 
all forgiveable acts ... unless of course, the husband is playing around. 
Then, I take the woman's lib viewpoint. No double standards. What's sauce 
for the goose, etcetera...." 

There was more between them, but Mavis lost the details momentarily as her 
mind flooded with vivid memories of her shopping tour in L.A., the afternoon 
before. He'd been a young man and she'd let him pick her up in the hotel 
lounge where she was having lunch. He'd claimed to be a salesman, said his 
name was Mike, and had bought her a half-dozen drinks before inviting her up 
to his suite. Of course, she had gone; why else did she go into the city 
every few weeks? God, she was only thirty-eight and a long ways from being 
sexually over the hill ... yet, it was absolutely nothing anymore with Gus! 
And Mike ... he'd been such a wonderful lover. . young and handsome ... his 
long, thick cock racing in and out of her needing pussy like a hardened 
greased firebrand, taking her again and again into misty clouds of blissful 
ecstasy! 

"What's your opinion, Mavis?'. Helen was directing to her, interrupting her 
erotic reverie. 

"I'm sorry, girls ... I. . I guess my mind was elsewhere for a minute," she 
apologized, leaning forward. "What was it you asked?" 

"You haven't been listening...?" Helen questioned, her eyes widening. "Well, 
to repeat the gist of our conversation, Mrs. Edwards, Helen and I are both 
of the opinion that Miss Arlen should be looked into. After all, she is 
working with our young people ... your own son, for example, Mavis, and it 
seems that we should know more about her. We, our husbands and ourselves, 
have quite an investment in the Canyon, and it seems to me that we should 
protect it from any distasteful element ... don't you agree?" 

"Why ... why yes, of course, Helen," Mavis answered, confused. "But I don't 
quite see what you're getting at with Janice Arlen? You say distasteful...? 

"Naturally, I don't mean that quite as harshly as it sounds," the fetching 
red-head hastened to add. "I'm merely suggesting that we learn a bit more 
regarding our voluptuous neighbor. After all, she is single, young and 
beautiful, and we all have husbands who are nothing short of being men. Now, 
if that isn't clear enough, I'll say that I, for one, intend to protect my 
investment. . which is the Mr. Frank Trumble, husband and sometimes playboy, 
though he's not aware that I know about the latter. In short, I believe it 
would be wise if you girls joined forces with me. After all, dolls, you've 
got as much to lose as I have...." 

"I think she's right, Mavis," Jenny Evans agreed, draining the wine from her 
glass and pouring again out of the half-empty decanter. Her eyes had begun 
to gleam as she spoke. "It's not that I'm worried so much about Harry. God, 
he's just about at the end of his rope .,. . and that's looking more feeble 
everyday, but we do have the young people she is teaching, like your Dickie, 
to consider. Now, my idea is for one of us to pay her a little visit. . a 
social call more or less, and see what we can learn. Personally, I have the 
time and would be quite willing...." 

"Wait," Helen interrupted, holding up her hand. "The fellows just drove in. 
Let's hold this conversation until tomorrow afternoon. We can get together 
at my house if you like...?" 

"Say about two-ish?" the plump woman quickly suggested. i 

"Fine," Helen replied. "How about you Mavis?" 

"Very well ... I'll be there ... but I still don't get the reasoning behind 
it all...." 

"Shhhhh ... here they come...." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jan had never actually known remorse following one of her seductions. There 
had been occasions when fear of discovery had kept her on a nervous keel the 
following day, and times like this Friday morning when she suffered with a 
hangover from the liquor she had consumed throughout the remainder of the 
afternoon and evening after Dickie had left. She was not worried, however, 
that her little darling was about to share his lustful secret with anyone. 
Surprisingly enough, he hadn't been ashamed when it was all over, and was 
pleased when she kissed him at the door, then whispered that next time they 
would do all the things she had promised. 

Now, she smiled to herself as she lie in bed, though her head felt as if it 
were about to burst. She had taken two aspirin and was on her second 
vodka-tonic, having long-since learned that a bit-of-the-hair-of-the-dog was 
truly a remedy ... at least it was for her. She could hear Shelly's voice on 
the telephone, phoning her student's homes as she instructed and canceling 
all lessons for the day.... 

"Yes, man ... Miss Arlen isn't feeling at all well ... A touch of the flu, 
she thinks, Mrs. Harvey ... Yes, I'll tell her, and thank you...." 

The girl was quite capable, Jan thought as she listened to her proficiently 
handling the task. She stretched languorously in the bed, the thin 
satin-sheet alone covering her nakedness. Once more, she sipped from the 
glass, mentally noting that her vile headache was beginning to subside. 
Really, she needed an extra day's rest once in awhile, one in which she did 
nothing but good-off and lazily lie around, not even bothering to get 
dressed. Shelly could fix her some breakfast and lunch when she was ready 
for it.... 

"I've called them all, Miss Arlen," the tall lissome girl informed from the 
doorway in her young, throaty voice, her slender fingers combing at her 
short hair. "No problems," she added, her dark-eyes discerningly sweeping 
over Jan's outlined curves beneath the covering sheet. 

"Thank you, Shelly. You can just go on with your regular cleaning if you 
like," Jan said. "Everything but this room...." 

"I forgot to pick up my check yesterday, Miss Arlen," the teenager calmly 
interrupted. 

"Oh ... I'm terribly sorry, Shelly. I forgot all about it," Jan apologized. 
"I hope it didn't cause you too much inconvenience?" 

"With the exception of my father's flying into a rage, none at all," she 
replied, matter-of-factly. "I forgot it, too; then after I'd left, I 
remembered, and came back." 

For a long moment, Jan weighed her words, watching the unmoving willowy 
figure framed in the open doorway, subconsciously noting that it was briefly 
covered with the same garments that had adorned it yesterday. The attractive 
teenager's statement struck a dischording note of possible meaning then, and 
reflexively, the blonde girl raised to her elbows, the sheet being 
concealingly held in place by the tiny peaks of her semi-hardened, pink 
nipples. A sinking sensation gripped at the base of her belly as she stared 
into the shrewd, calculating eyes of her young curvaceous employee. 

"You . .,. you came back...?" Jan finally questioned, surprised at the 
hoarseness of her own voice. 

Shelly slowly nodded, her dark-eyes never leaving the older girl's 
slackened, open-mouthed face. She moved silently inside the dooreay then, 
closing the barrier with a soundless effort, she said: "Queer world, isn't 
it, Miss Arlen? Everyone has their particular. . or should I say, perculiar 
desires ... wants ... and hang-ups. Now ... you take me. I really don't ask 
for very much, but it's no good at home and I want to fly the coop. The 
problem is, my old-man never lets me get enough bread together to feather 
out my wings! He's always got his hand out for beer-money. And you know, it 
wouldn't take too much cash to care for Shelly? That is, I'm frugal, Miss 
Arlen. Why .,. . a thousand dollars would probably look after my wants and 
needs for a damn long time ... know what I mean?" 

Jan stared at the youthful girl who was slowly approaching her bed, an 
expression of innocence brightening her face. Yes, yes ... the horrifying 
part was that she feared she did know what the teenager meant. . and only 
too well! Blackmail! My God, she'd seen them ...! 

"I ... I don't know what you're talking about, Shelly...." Jan said without 
realizing that she'd spoken the words. 

The lovely young girl's pretty face broadened in smile. "Oh, come on now, 
Miss Arlen. Games are fun up to a point ... but we've played this one out! I 
watched you suck-off Dickie Edwards yesterday afternoon! Now, what the hell 
more do you want me to say? Like ... I'm going to have a chat with his 
mama?" 

Jan's arms collapsed, but not before the sheet fell away, leaving her lying 
there with the rounded white mounds of her full breasts completely exposed. 
She was hardly aware of the revelation, but had she looked closely at her 
teenaged blackmailer she would have known that the younger girl was. 

Shelly sensed the hot ripples of arousal the sight of Jan Arlen's naked 
white breasts were kindling within her. She thought of how she had lain 
awake the night befon. remembering them, and all of the other soft, feminine 
delicacies the blonde beauty possessed ... but hardly more than she'd 
remembered Dickie Edward's cock! Mother ... what was it with her, anyway? 
Where from here? She hadn't slept all night with the turmoil of it tearing 
at her brain! Male! Female! Both...? 

At the moment, she saw only the enticing beauty of the older blonde girl's 
naked white breasts, and the urge to touch them, caress them, even kiss and 
suck them was a growing overwhelming passion inside her. She moved toward 
the bed, silently sitting down on its edge beside the staring older girl. 

"Don't worry, Miss Arlen ... Jan...." she half-whispered in her youthful 
husky tones. "I won't sell you out ... if you're nice to me. Look ... she 
said, suddenly reaching into her shirt pocket. "I brought us some pot to 
smoke! It's like heaven compared to that crap you're drinking! I mean, no 
hangover ... nothing but a beautiful ride on the clouds up there ... just 
you and me, all alone today .,. two love-hungry girls with no place to go 
... but to each other!" 

Jan heard herself whimper as the teenager lay her hand on the sheet covering 
her rib-cage, then smoothe it upward until it actually touched her exposed 
naked breast! The hot softness of the girl's warm hand against the resilient 
white mound was indescribable! Again, she moaned aloud, her mind a racing 
inferno of trapping, yet, sensually arousing thoughts as the enticing 
teenager began to caressingly massage the fullness of her firmly rounded 
breast with delicious, provoking strokes. 

"Wh ... What are you trying to do...?" Jan chokingly questioned. "M-My God, 
Shelly ... I-I'll give you the money to leave ... a thousand dollars...." 

"I want more! I want more! Miss Arlen ... Jan, baby...! I want you!" the 
teenager hoarsely whispered. "I want you to eat my cunt the way you .,. you 
sucked Dickie off yesterday! I want that. . and I want to lick your pussy 
while you do it! I don't care what happens ... that's what I want, and 
that's,. . that's what we're going to do...!" 

"Oh ... oh, my God!" Jan exclaimed, the phrase more of a vent to her own 
mounting passions than shock at what the girl had said. She had never before 
known the intimate touch of another female, not the understanding warmth it 
could fife within her naked body. She sensed the uncontrollable hot seepage 
that had immediately started to secrete from between her flushing 
pussy-lips, moistening her soft, inner-thighs, and the warming sensations at 
the base of her belly from the young girl's erotically knowing hand. "This 
... this isn't right, Shelly! It isn't, you know ... I-I'm just not that 
type of person ... " 

"Type...? Well now...." Shelly hissed, her young dark-eyes narrowing, "Just 
what type would you classify yourself, Honey? I mean, sucking boy-cocks for 
a mature woman must be considered some sort of aberration, wouldn't you 
think?" 

Jan continued to stare in disbelief at the younger girl, unable to 
comprehend the aroused sensations her delicate teenaged hand had sensually 
touched off within her. She had never felt so at loss for words in her life, 
not so completely and helplessly entrapped. Suddenly, she realized that she 
was rolling her head back and forth on the pillow in a negative gesture of 
confusion.... 

"Oh, it's all right, Miss Arlen," Shelly soothed, leaning over her to brush 
a soft, warm hand across her brow and slowly down the line of her cheek, her 
fingertips lightly tracing the almost imperceptible bone structure beneath. 
"I-I've never considered myself that type, as you put it, either ... but 
today, I am ... and you're going to be ... at least, just this once...." She 
sat upright then and reached into her shirt pocket, bringing out two 
brown-papered cylinders, resembling small cigars. Without a word, she found 
a book of matches in the same pocket and lighted one. Then, she said: "Now 
watch me to see how I do it." 

Jan did, and in shocked fascination at knowing that the lithe girl was 
boldly puffing on a marijuana cigarette right in her very home ... and that 
shortly, she would be expected by her young blackmailing temptress to do the 
same! My God, could it really be happening? Yes ... yes ... she could 
actually smell the almost sickning sweet aroma of the cannabis resin . .,. 
pure hashish! Somewhere, she had read that. .,! 

"Slowly at first, Honey," Shelly said, placing the burning weed between 
Jan's fingers. Then, she lighted the other one. "Like this," she instructed 
once more, drawing on it gently, but deeply, inhaling in the same manner. 

Jan could never answer even to herself why she did it, but it was as if she 
knew there was no alternative, and hesitantly, she did as the youthful, 
dark-eyed girl instructed, surprised that the taste was strange but not 
unpleasant. She watched Shelly eagerly nodding her head, a tiny sparkle in 
the depth of her eyes beginning to show itself. With less hesitation, she 
repeated the act, taking more of the smoke and drawing it deeper into her 
lungs, holding it there for long seconds in the manner of the tomboyish, 
maturely curved teenager. 

Neither spoke for a space of minutes, while Jan continued to more daringly 
experiment. After a few inhalations, she realized that she hardly noticed it 
going down; it was that smooth. Finally, she took a long, deep measure of 
the smoke and held it as long as did Shelly seated on the bed beside her. 

"You like it don't you, Honey?" the girl said with a soft, warm smile, her 
husky voice seeming to come from a great distance off. 

"I ... I really don't know," Jan replied, aware that she herself was 
smiling, and that a light little laugh had come from her throat. But in 
truth, she was beginning to feel feathery ... very fluffy and wonderful. . 
and the longer she withheld the smoke, the more elated she seemed to become. 
She saw Shelly Carter's enticing young face smiling at her, almost as if it 
were floating in the air and ... coming down toward her. Soft and gentle 
young hands moved along the keenly sensitive flesh of her naked arms and 
shoulders ... and then, once more to her now, hardened nippled breasts, 
causing a fiery little tingle to spread through the erogenous white mounds. 
A fleeting trace of apprehension made its presence known within her, but it 
was immediately diluted in the realm of warmth the cigarette had 
captivatingly spread throughout her entire being. 

Possessively, Jan started to reach out and cup the lovely young face, but it 
seemed to drift away, out of her reach, and then she sensed the cigarette 
being taken from her fingers. 

"I think we've both had just enough, Honey," the face's exquisite mouth 
whispered. "Now, I'm going to get naked ... and lie down beside you ... and 
we'll both find out things . .together . . 

Jan swallowed tightly, her mind beginning to fill with its particular vein 
of erotic stimulation from Shelly's suggestive words. She watched as the 
alluring teenager quickly stripped away her clothes, revealing the smoothly 
flowing curves of her youthful white nakedness, from the firmly thrusting, 
mounds of her young cherry-nippled breasts, down her slender waist and soft 
belly to the dark, silken triangle of curls between her fully rounded thighs 
and long, shapely legs. A brief sensation of confusion again flittered 
through Jan as she gaped at the delicate, feminine beauty in its naked white 
lovliness, but she refused to let it linger. Her lecherous obsession to 
possess youth was too overwhelming. Something wickedly fascinating ... 
strangely forbidden and sensuously beautiful was about to happen and she 
wanted it ... perhaps, needed it, just as this bewitching young girl before 
her needed it. . whatever it was ...! 

Shelly could hardly believe it was happening the very way she'd planned that 
it would. Yet, even in her own excitement and with the crazy high of the 
pot's exhilerating world, she still felt bewildered with herself, both 
aggressive and passive. A wild feeling was tormenting her belly, and she 
suspected that Jan Arlen was probably experiencing the same. The intimate 
touch of another girl had never really been her desire ... had it? And right 
at that moment the idea was both inciting and revolting her, the combination 
of the two stupid emotions causing her to wonder why she had schemed the 
whole scene into being! Miss Arlen was no lesbian, anymore than was she, 
herself, yet, damnit, the sight of her lying there with the sheet only 
half-covering her, and the expression in those cat-like green-eyes. .! There 
wasn't any question! They both wanted each other ...! 

Pushing all thought from her mind, Shelly bent over the bed and drew the 
satin covering from Jan's naked white body, then lowered herself down beside 
her, surprised when Jan immediately raised up to engulf her inside her soft 
arms. Shelly couldn't restrain the little whimper as the older girl drew her 
young body against her, until they made hot, pressing contact and her own 
lithe suppleness seemed to flow into Jan's quivering soft contours. Eagerly, 
Shelly smoothed her one hand to clasp with open palm at the voluptuous 
blonde's velvety-skinned back, while with the other she cupped with gentle 
fingers her full, yielding breast. 

Jan gasped at the initial contact, buoyantly electrified by the soft, small 
hands caressing her, and she lecherously drew Shelby's youthful nakedness 
tightly to her, while she pressed her own tremulous curves hotly against the 
girl. She bent her head downward while Shelly raised hers, both of them 
straining until their lips met. It was a timid union at first, each feeling 
the quiveringly warm, delineated imprint of the other ... and then their 
kiss grew more fervent. 

Both sensed their confused rigidity relaxing under the hot sensuousness of 
their building desire, their tiny voluptuously soft bodies hotly following 
suit. In mounting passion, they began to rub briskly against one another, 
their aroused loins writhing to meet as were their lips. 

"Oh ... oh damn, Miss Arlen...!" Shelly breathed heatedly into the 
golden-haired, older girl's carnally awakened face. "I-I don't know what 
made ... made me want to ... but you're so beautiful. .!" 

"Shhhh ... don't question it, Baby ... don't even speak!" Jan hissed, 
completely swept up in the erotic salacity of their act, forcing her small 
pink tongue wetly into the receptive teenaged mouth before her. 
Simultaneously, one eager hand began to feel and caress the girl's smaller, 
firm breasts, gently pinching and taunting their tiny dark-nipples into 
little marbles of hardness. Restlessly, it brushed with exploring fingers 
down along her ribs to the flowing swell of her young full hips, there, 
smoothing behind to possessively clutch and massage the naked ovals of 
Shelby's full, warm-fleshed buttocks. 

Shelly moaned behind closed eyes, reveling in her drug-induced euphoria. 
Once more, she sensed Jan's long slender fingers flitting up her rib-cage to 
finally catch at a nipple, rolling and taunting it in a tenderly 
understanding caress that only a woman could know. She felt her whole 
infused body quiver at the lewd forbiddeness of their lovemaking. Her brain 
reeled in mounting lust, and she knew, had she wanted to, it was too late to 
change her mind. She couldn't resist the lecherous advances she had 
unleashed within the now feverish, golden-haired girl. 

Jan's enthusiastic fingers crept over her like tiny spiders as they gently 
rolled her onto her back, her head upon the pillow. Her breasts rose and 
fell with every panting gasp, and she opened her eyes to see the young 
woman's beautiful, soft mouth engulfing one of their nipples. All of the 
ruby-like areola with its hardened bud disappeared in a hot, moist heat 
within her sucking lips, then a swift flicking tongue sent urgent, taunting 
messages radiating outward along the nerve-ends of her naked flesh to her 
pot-glazed brain. Breathing heavily, Jan orally sucked and tongued the 
satin-like, firm mounds of cherry-crested flesh, while her hot, tremulous 
thigh raised to slither over Shelly's, entwining around it, the soft 
golden-curls at the base of her belly brushing warmly against the teenager's 
smoothly arched hips. Again, she raised her impassioned face and her lush, 
parted lips found the girl's, as with fiery possession she darted her hot 
little tongue into the teenager's whimpering mouth. 

God, she could hardly believe the intense flames which the delicious 
nearness and feel of Shelly's soft naked body had touched off inside her. It 
had to be the marijuana twisting her mind, blinding her into such licentious 
doings, making her want to possess this girl as much as any boy she had ever 
seduced! Her churning belly and hot, flushed loins seethed with her mounting 
desire. Suddenly, she felt the teenager's tiny damp tongue worm hotly up 
into her mouth and she hungrily sucked on it, while the younger girl's hand 
trailed over her sensually fired body with fascinating little touches. They 
brushed like feathers over her quivering breasts, her sides and the tingling 
hollow of her back, thrfr bodies finally locking together once more as the 
young caressing hand reached the fleshy ovals of her buttocks. Jan's breath 
quickened when she felt the yielding mounds being pressed apart and a finger 
began to intoxicatingly stroke at her tiny, puckered anus with a tender and 
provocative touch. 

Abruptly, Jan raised to her elbow, taking one of Shelly's youthfully firm 
breasts in her cupping hand, her soft fingers teasing its hardened little 
nipple. She let her lustful eyes rove thirstily over the teenager's lithe, 
smooth nakedness in unique delight. Finally, her voice trembling, she said: 
"I-I've never done this before, Baby ... have you?" 

Unhesitantly, Shelly shook her head. "Honest to God ... I never have!" 

"But you've wanted to...?" 

"I-I don't know ... I-If I did, I never realized it until yesterday ... when 
I saw you naked ... and so beautiful. I knew I wanted to then ... but only 
with you. Oh mother, I sound like some kind of nut! Maybe I am ... but I'm 
no lesbian ... not really, I mean. Honest! Do you believe me?" 

Why shouldn't I, Darling?" Jan whispered, excitedly smiling as she continued 
to tenderly massage the satiny flesh of the girl's warm, pliant breast. "I 
know that I'm not and never have been ... I want to do these things to you. 
Do you understand that?" 

"I don't know ... and I don't care ... I just don't want you to stop ... 
maybe not ever!" Shelly unashamedly hissed. 

"M-My God!" Jan gasped at the girl's electrifying admittance. "Y-You're so 
young, baby ... so lovely and soft and young! Are you a virgin?" 

"No ... I've been fucked ... and more than once," Shelly quickly replied. 
"Hiked it too, very much in fact. But that has nothing to do with this ... 
with us, does it?" 

"N-No, Baby ... it has nothing to do with us," Jan replied, her drug-incited 
brain spinning with the erotic charges surging through her at the beautiful 
naked girl's free use of lurid words in her sincerity. Slowly she ran her 
hand over the yielding little bowl of the teenager's belly and downward into 
the silken dark triangle of hair to tauntingly idle there. "H-Have you ever 
sucked a boy?" she heard herself suddenly ask. 

"Y-You mean ... sucked a boy's cock ... like you were doing to Dickie 
Edwards yesterday?" Shelly questioned, her young dark-eyes showing a new 
luster. 

"Y-Yess ... like that ... " 

The girl shook her head. "No ... but I wanted to yesterday .. when I watched 
you!" she whispered, suddenly licking out with her tiny pink tongue to 
moisten her soft, feminine lips. "I was so damned hot that. . that I made 
myself cum right there in the hallway ... honest!" 

Jan stared down at the uninhibited, striking young face with its glowing 
dark-eyes, a further wave of sensual excitement sweeping through her at the 
lovely, naked teenager's lewd confession. She bent down and feverishly 
kissed Shelly's tongue-moistened lips, then whispered: "Would you really 
like to, Baby ... suck a boy's cock, I mean?" 

"I. . I. . yes, I think so if I was hot enough!" the girl stammered, her 
eyes beginning to question. "But I don't know if I could let him .. cum in 
my mouth...!" 

"Oh, you could, Darling!" Jan assured her. "My God, yes! You'd want him to! 
Once you begin to suck him you can't stop ... not until it squirts right 
into your mouth like ambrosia! Honest, Baby! There's nothing in the whole 
world like it..!" 

"Oh mother ... I don't know...!" Shelly managed in confusion. 

"Never mind," Jan whispered, laying a finger across her lap. "You've got to 
trust Jan now, Darling," she added, beginning to trace her finger intimately 
along the sparse, hair-lined pink crevice of the teenager's tight, 
moistening pussy as the other opened her thighs to her. Teasingly, Jan 
slipped the finger downward into the warm smooth cleft between her young 
full buttocks to caress the tiny pursed lips of her puckered anus. 

"Oohhh. . ohh, damn!" Shelly groaned, reaching to cup the older girl's lush, 
nakedbreast. "I-I'd trust you with any thing right now...!" 

Jan could hear her own heavy breathing in her chest. She said: "The ... the 
very feel of your warm, smooth skin ... it drives me wild, Baby! I-I never 
thought that another girl could do this to me ... but maybe, we're both 
finding out things .,!" 

"Yes ... I know! I feel that way too!" 

"I never dreamed that ... that I'd do what I'm going to, little girl," Jan 
choked, "but I'm going to ... just as you're going to suck cock! Do ... do 
you know what I mean, Darling?" 

Shelly nodded, her eyes wildly excited. "Y-Yes! Only, please ... please do 
it,. . and I'll do it to you!" she hissed up into Jan's panting face, 
watching and breathlessly waiting as the blonde girl began to slide down 
away ... down her trembling young passion-infused body . . 

Naked to the waist as usual, and wearing a pair of unevenly cut-off, faded 
pants, Felix Ronson went about his yard duties in customary juggernaut 
fashion. His blank, orfish face that might appear expressionless to a 
passer-by belied the intricate workings going on in his nubbin head. He was 
going to make her do it to him, he determinedly thought as he continued to 
diligently prune the hedge, just the way he'd watched her do it to that 
creep, Dickie Edwards yesterday. He was .going to shove it right into her 
mouth and ... and maybe he'd even fuck her, too! 

She was the prettiest woman he'd ever seen in his whole life, just as Shelly 
Carter who lived down the street from him was the prettiest girl! He thought 
about both of them a lot, about the way they'd look all naked with their 
white tits and asses exposed before him and their soft, hairy pussies 
between their legs. . but he'd never dreamed it possible that he might ever 
really see either one of them that way. And then, yesterday, when he'd been 
trimming the rose bush by Miss Arlen's bedroom window, he'd seen it all! 
There, both she and Edwards were on the bed without a stitch on, and she 
sucking his puny cock like crazy! Man, for a minute, he'd thought he was 
going to go right out of his skull watching them, and then he'd realized he 
was drooling again and he had his own hardened cock in his hand, stroking it 
as fast as he could! 

He realized that he wasn't very smart and that people around town called him 
Oaf, but maybe if he hadn't had to quit school in seventh grade to take care 
of his Ma, it would be a little bit different for him. Just because he 
didn't have book-learning though, wasn't to say that he was stupid about 
everything, his Ma said, and he knew she was right. He could take a car 
engine apart and put it back together as well as any garage machanic, and 
nobody could fix electrical things any better than he could. No sir, he 
wasn't as dumb as people figured, but he'd learned that sometimes it was 
better to let them think he was ... and even dumber, if they wanted to. 

For instance, half the night he'd lain awake in bed planning just how he was 
going to do it, what he would say to her and everything. Then, the idea had 
flashed to go see Dickie Edwards the first thing that morning and let him 
know that he'd seen the whole damned thing. Christ, what a shock that little 
fink had gotten as they stood in front of his big house and he'd just let 
him have it, both barrels ...! 

WH-What're you talking about, for crap sake?" Dickie had choked, like as if 
he was eating half of his words. "You must be nuts, Oaf. .!" 

"Don't call me that, you little bastard, or I'll plow you!" he'd growled 
right back at the punk, watching him shy off, plenty scared. "And I ain't 
nuts either! I saw you both ... her sucking your skinny cock and everything! 
What's more, you try to lie out of it and I'm going in and tell the whole 
story to your old-lady! Now what do you think of that, fink?" 

Felix grinned to himself while he went on with his pruning, occasionally 
wiping the spittal from his small, thick-lipped mouth as he thought about 
the whole wild scene. Shit, it hadn't taken the little squirt long to see 
he'd meant business. He'd been just about ready to bawl when Felix had said: 

"Okay ... you don't want me to say anything ... so I won't. But here's what 
you do: you come over to Miss Arlen's this morning with me. I'll be working 
there on the hedge. And the first chance we get, we're going in and you're 
going to tell her to suck me off, just the way she did to you! And if she 
doesn't, I'm going to blow the whole goddamned thing to your old-lady and 
everybody else...!" 

Man, had he squirmed and bleated on that, the nubbin-headed boy thought, his 
wet grin still broadening his oafish features. He'd come up with more damned 
reasons why it wouldn't work than Felix could count, even to the fact that 
Shelly Carter would be there doing the housework, but none of them had done 
him any good. Tears were in his little finky eyes when he'd finally 
understood that old Felix Ronson didn't intend to take no for an answer, and 
all the way to Miss Arlen's he'd felt his long, thick cock growing stiff as 
a log inside his shorts. 

Then, to top it off, he'd had to go into the kitchen for a drink of water 
and heard Shelly Carter on the telephone talking to Miss Arlen's students 
and telling them not to come for their lessons because she was sick. At 
first, he'd gotten a sinking feeling in his gut; that meant his plans were 
all going to fall through! He'd gone back out into the yard feeling lousy 
about the whole thing, and then he'd caught a glance of Miss Arlen through 
her bedroom window in one of those frilly negligee things. She was fixing 
herself a drink of booze and kind of smiling ... not looking like she was 
one damned bit sick! 

Yeah ... it was going to work after all, the big, thick-chested teenager 
thought, wiping at his wet, grinning lips as he looked up and saw Dickie 
Edwards walking reluctantly along the street toward him.... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Shelly Carter raised her head to watch in captivation as Jan suddenly 
nestled her beautiful, sensually excited face into the warm hollow between 
her receptively spread thighs. Wild and erotic sensations rippled through 
her tingling young loins and belly as she felt ardent kisses along the hot 
flesh of her soft inner thighs. Warm puffs of breath brushed at the smooth, 
sensitive skin ... and then followed the magic, wet contact of the blonde 
girl's tiny tongue hotly licking the pink, hair-lined crevice of her pussy 
as if experimentally ... simply licking in long grazing strokes that slowly 
grew more bold! From the bottom of the pink ribbon of moistened flesh to its 
very tip, the tiny tongue caressingly played, not entering, but causing the 
gasping teenager to raise her naked loins with each breathtaking up-lick of 
tongue against the ragged edges of her feverishly prickling cunt-lips. 

Shelly sensed the tiny hardened bud of her pink clitoris peeking out from 
it's hooded little reveling in the first spasmodic stab of erotic sensation 
as the loving, wet tongue knowingly grazed it. She gasped with a hissing 
sound, rolling her head back and forth on the pillow, while Jan, her 
lecherous drive all but consuming her, eased her tongue inside the clinging, 
raw flesh, drawing upward from its wet little vaginal mouth ... upward 
toward the palpitating bud of her tiny, quivering nerve plexus. 

The curvaceous teenager's throat began to insanely work and strain. She held 
her breath, then sharply exhaled at the deliriously ecstatic contact. . and 
suddenly, there came new delights! 

Jan, whose seething loins were aflame with hot tongues of increasing lust at 
the incredible, lecherous desire Shelly's enticing young body had kindled 
within her, hungrily pressed her hot lips closer. With them, she ravenously 
separated the moist, yielding mouth of the girl's tight, hair-fringed cunt, 
reaching upward with both hands at the same time to claim and massage her 
heaving, youthful breasts. She felt almost omniverous in her new passionate 
delight, her mouth open and hot, with nothing but seething tongue exploring 
the hot, wet cunt before it. She tongue-lashed the writhing teenager's tiny 
quivering clitoris, tongued everywhere in the hot, pink flesh of Shelly's 
throbbing pussy, wet with its flowing lubricating juices mixed with her own 
saliva. Lizzard-like, Jan's insane little tongue raced up the clutching 
channel of Shelly's burning vagina in thrusting, straining, swirling 
strokes, then invariable returned to the young girl's wildly palpitating 
clitoris. 

Shelly moaned uncontrollably, while ripples of lust-fired carnality 
convulsed her smooth, sensuous young flesh. She began to explosively gasp 
and drew back her legs, thrusting her open, teenaged cunt lewdly upward to 
bring the magic tongue tighter into the searing hot core of her naked white 
body. Jan was gasping, sucking air in short surges, never breaking the 
lecherously swirling contact of her eager mouth, tongue and lips. Even her 
nose was immersed in the wet, pink flesh of Shelly's steaming pussy.... 

"Oh ... ohhh, mother ... it's beautiful! Crazy wild beautiful!" Shelly 
choked, overwhelmed with the unbelievable sensations her golden-haired lover 
was bringing her. "Ooohh please ... don't ever stop! Oh God ... I-I think 
I'm going to flip it's so beautiful. .!" 

* * * 

Dickie Edwards had thought of every way possible to try and persuade Felix 
Ronson from going through with his repulsive plan, but nothing he could do 
or say would change the nubbin-headed boy's mind. Either he go into Miss 
Arlen's house with him right then and there, or expect that his old-lady was 
going to hear the whole goddamned story! 

Dickie was near sick with both fear and the thought of the hatred Miss Arlen 
was going to feel toward him from that day on. She'd never believe that he 
hadn't told Felix the whole story, he felt, and he knew she'd never forgive 
him! Oh ... and he liked her so much ... Next time, she was going to let him 
do all those things that she'd promised, too ...! 

"We'll go in through the kitchen," Felix said, leading the way. 

"Wait! Hadn't we better ring the bell?" Dickie questioned, hesitating. 
"Shelly's there and she'll answer the door...." 

"Shut up and come on, fink!" the big boy growled. "We're going to do this my 
way, remember? Okay ... so we go in the back door...!" 

They did, the older boy leading the way, with Dickie tremblingly following 
and wishing he were dead. They found the kitchen empty. Surprisingly light 
on his feet, Felix silently led the way through the house, pausing at the 
studio door to find it unoccupied before proceeding along the hallway toward 
the bedrooms. Reaching the nearly closed door of the room both knew to be 
the music teacher's, the thick-chested boy paused and listened. He leaned 
his ear close, then turned toward Dickie, his small eyes widening. 

"In there!" he whispered. "And she ain't alone, voices ... I heard 'em, 
hissing-like, and heavy breathing...! Christ maybe she's got somebody else 
in there today...!" 

Dickie refused to believe that and moved closer to listen. But there was no 
question ... he heard them, too ... only they both sounded like girl's 
whispering voices...! He couldn't resist gently pressing the slightly ajar 
door inward several inches ... until suddenly, he saw them reflected in the 
mirror of the vanity...! Oh man ... it was Miss Arlen and Shelly Carter, 
both naked and squirming wildly on the bed, with Miss Arlen right down 
between Shelly's spread legs ... eating her cunt like crazy! 

* * * 

"Ooohhhhh ... ohh mother...." Shelly moaned to the blonde-girl's sucking of 
her tiny, frenzied clitoris. Jan was nipping at it with her small, white 
teeth, sending almost violent spasms of erotic pleasure spiraling through 
her teenaged body. It was nearly maddening ... but bearably maddening! Then 
Jan's hot, wet tongue was sliding smoothly in and out of her dilated vagina 
once more, moistly rotating at its clasping, nibbling mouth, slipping deeply 
into the youthful clutching hole between her wide-spread legs. 

In her frantic twisting and squirming beneath Jan's lecherous onslaught, 
they had both moved around cross-wise on the bed, and unable to restrain 
herself any longer, the teenager whimpered: "Oh ... oh God ... turn around! 
I-I want to do it to you, too .'.!" 

Jan didn't hesitate, nor did her sucking mouth and licking tongue ever lose 
contact with the younger girl's seethingly wet pussy as she quickly 
manipulated her curvaceous nakedness up on all-fours, coming down over 
Shelly with her knees snug against her slender ribcage on either side. She 
pressed her lush, white buttocks back and down toward the young, eager face, 
feeling them part along with the flushed lips of her heatedly charged cunt, 
until her spread loins were but a tongue-length from the teenager's excited, 
moistened lips. 

The intoxicating sight of Jan's sparse, golden-sprinkled genitals wetly 
hovering above her face had a momentary hypnotic effect on Shelly's 
pot-glazed mind, and she feverishly stared at the proximity of its 
lust-firing intricacy. She licked out then, the enticing pink crevice with 
its frame of blonde curls like a magnate to her as she drew her trembling 
tongue through the hot, velvety length of it. She reached up and caught 
tightly to the yielding ovals of Jan's smooth, white buttocks, pulling her 
down closer while she ran the small oral member again and again through the 
searing liquid flesh. Eagerly, she explored the other's tiny, erect 
clitoris, her burning, moist vagina, the baby-like slit of her urethra, as 
her own insane passion mounted in her quaking belly and loins. 

Abruptly, she felt her legs being raised and pressed back with Jan's soft 
hands cupping the tremulous moons of her buttocks. Then, her lover's 
maddening tongue trailed downward through the smooth crevice of her ass to 
her anus! Wildly, it licked and stabbed, until suddenly it was firmly 
pressing into the small puckered hole, penetrating but a fraction of an inch 
... when the commotion all began ...! 

"Jesus Christ!" Felix Ronson choked, shoving open the door and grasping at 
the swollen length of penial flesh in the front of his pants when he just 
couldn't stand by and watch their licentious performance any longer. "I 
don't know about you, fink, but I'm going to join this party!" 

"My God...!" Jan gasped out in utter shock, raising her head to gape at the 
pair standing inside her bedroom doorway, their presence actually freezing 
her in her lurid position. "Oh, my God...!" 

"Wh-What is it?" Shelly questioned, the tone of Jan's exclaimation sending a 
sinking wave of nausea racing through her. Desperately, she tried to strain 
her neck to see from where she lay imprisoned beneath the blonde girl's 
spread loins. "Tell me, what's happened...?" 

"Fuck, Shelly baby, I'll tell you what it's all about!" the big, 
nubbin-headed boy said, grinning and sniggering as he lewdly clutched at the 
heavy rod of hardness bulging out the front of his cut-off pants. 
Droolingly, he added: "Right, Dickie? We ain't just going to tell 'em, we're 
going to show 'em, ain't we...?" 

Dickie wasn't certain whether he was more aghast, hurt, or crazy incited by 
what he had seen taking place on the bed, and even now, with the way they 
were still nakedly entangled with each other, their mouths glistening wet 
from eating one another's frigging cunt! At first, he'd felt just like 
crying right out at the sight of Miss Arlen licking Shelly Carter's pussy; 
he was that jealous, but in seconds, as his own cock began to stretch and 
harden, another vengeful sensation of lust swept through him! 

"Yeah ... that's right, Felix ... we're going to show 'em!" he replied, 
starting to pull at his own clothes when he saw the bigger boy quickly 
slipping his pants off and his long, thick cock thrusting out from between 
his legs like a tent-pole. 

"My God! What do you think you're doing?" Jan half-choked, still unable to 
move in her stupefied shock, even as her gaping eyes locked on the poling 
thickness of Felix Ronson's overgrown length of solid hardness. She was 
hardly aware of Shelly's frightened young body that was helplessly squirming 
in under her, trying to free herself from her lewdly exposed position. "Stop 
it. . both of you...! Put on those clothes and get out of my house! I-I'll 
call the police ... I swear I will...!" 

"Oh shit, Miss Arlen, you ain't going to call no one and you know it!" Felix 
said, lustfully palming his heavy, thrusting young cock, beginning to stroke 
its thick foreskin back and forth as he moved slowly toward the bed. "Just 
don't try to be ornery with me because you think I don't know anything. 
Maybe ... maybe I don't know much in book stuff, but I know I saw you 
sucking Edward's cock here yesterday ... and you were just eatin' Shelby's 
cunt! Now, you're going to do something for me, because there ain't no way 
you can get out of it!" 

Once more, Jan half-whimpered in helpless entrapment, well aware that 
everything the oafish boy had said was unquestionably true! There was 
absolutely nothing that either she or the teenaged girl beneath her could 
do! They had been caught cold in their salacious act, and there was nowhere 
for either of them to turn. Then, as she was trying to think of some way to 
make it easier on Shelly, even as her lecherous eyes remained fixed on the 
thick-chested boy's long, rod of heavy-veined hardness in his lewdly 
stroking hand, the girl beneath her partially whispered: 

"I-I'm not afraid, Jan ... if you're not! R-Remember what we were talking 
about at first, and ... and you said I'd love it...?" 

"Y-Yes, Baby ... I remember ... but are you sure?" Jan stammered, new 
sensations of lecherous desire beginning to ripple through her at the lovely 
young teenager's words. She couldn't resist placing a warm kiss on the open 
pink crevice of Shelly's wet pussy as she waited for the girl's answer. 

A sensual shudder rippled through the youthful teenager's naked white body 
at Jan's unhidden, affectionate gesture, and in her own passion she replied 
in kind, tickling the raw, moistened flesh of the older girl's flushed cunt 
with her tiny pink tongue. Then, she said: "I'm sure ... honest!" 

"Man, oh man!" Dickie gasped, kicking off his shorts and clutching at his 
own stiffened cock as he moved around on the opposite side of the bed to 
stare down at Shelly's attractive face smothered in Miss Arlen's spread, wet 
loins. Crap, he'd never seen anything like this! She'd actually had her 
little tongue right inside the music teacher's pink pussy! And now, she was 
laying her head back until it was near-dangling off the edge of the bed as 
her eyes looked up at him. 

"Come on, Dickie ... bring it up here nice and close so I can kiss it for 
you!" Shelly hissed up at him. 

Jan couldn't resist cranning her neck around to watch, while Felix moved to 
where he could see also, and Dickie -edged in close until his young, 
throbbing penis was right over Shelly's mouth, his teenaged balls dangling 
above her eyes and nose. The boy spread his legs wide to get over her face 
as she tilted her head back and with one hand grasping his cock and pulling 
it down, the naked girl slipped her open moist lips over its head, pressing 
back its foreskin at the same time as she began to suck. 

Incredible sensations of lecherous heat raged through Jan's intensively 
seething loins at the bizarre sight, while Dickie gasped out in his excited 
young lust and Shelly began to hum and moan around his young embedded cock 
in her mouth. At the same time, the older girl felt Shelly's small, gentle 
hand begin to finger the steaming, open crevice between her widespread 
thighs, slithering in and out of her clasping vagina and occasionally 
grazing her tiny, erect clitoris. 

So overwhelming were the erotic sensations charging through Jan from the 
beautiful girl's manipulations to her inflamed cunt, that she hardly heard 
the moaning sounds and panting breaths around her. Instead, she reached out 
for Felix's length of hardened cock, clasping it possessively and stroking 
its heavy outer layer of skin back and forth as she gently guided the boy 
toward her. When he was close enough, she pressed the foreskin back, 
exposing the spongy, blood-filled head, then quickly plunged her mouth onto 
its viscidly smooth thickness! 

"Uuggnnnhhh...!" the big boy gasped, staring down at the fusion of his 
hardened penis with her face and at the oval of her lush lips clasping 
tightly around it as her tongue began to lash and swirl hotly over the 
pulsating knob! Then, before he could hardly get his balance and shove it 
further into her mouth, Jan had withdrawn her lips and pointed the wet tip 
at Shelly's tight, pink cunt between the wide-spread thighs that the 
blonde-girl still held raised. 

"Come closer, Darling! You're going to fuck Shelly with this handsome cock!" 
Jan lustfully ordered as the big boy stumbled forward, his drolling lips 
hanging in a slackened looseness. "And I'll help!" she added, guiding his 
pulsating cock-head toward the snug little mouth of the younger girl's pink, 
wet vagina. With the splayed fingers of one hand, Jan parted the swollen, 
flushed pussy-lips wide, while with the other, she drew the tip of Felix's 
thick young cock up through it, insinuating it finally at the tight little 
channel-mouth. She felt the curvaceous teenager's lovely white body tremble 
in anticipation beneath her, the girl's soft, vulnerable loins quivering to 
the sensual titillation. . and then, as Jan continued to clasp the long rod 
of hardness, she said: "Now, easy ... push it into her, Darling! We'll fuck 
her for a little while and then I'll suck it some more! First her pussy, 
then her mouth, and her pussy again...!" 

The taste and feel of Dickie's hardened cock in her mouth while she 
finger-fucked Jan, and Felix began to push his thick cock into her hot, 
wanting pussy, was about to drive Shelly right out of her mind with 
fantastic sensations of intoxicating passion. The effects of the pot had 
worn thin, but she hardly felt the necessity of it with the intensive 
sensorial lust sweeping through her in wave after wave. Ardently, she licked 
and sucked at the piquant-tasting sweetness of Dickie's delicious, hardened 
cock, her tongue pointedly exploring the tiny slit at its end to savor the 
drops of spicy fluid it unexpectedly emitted. With her free hand, she 
caressed and cupped his young, sperm-filling balls which were dangling above 
her face, at last, reluctantly sucking off the tip of his cock and leveling 
it with Jan's throbbing, pink pussy. 

She started to speak, but the breathtaking entrance of Felix's thick 
hardness into the tight, wet passage of her hotly clasping pussy momentarily 
whipped her breath away. She groaned out with the stretching, erotic pain 
the huge length of swollen penial-flesh sent skyrocketing through her naked 
young body, clutching harshly at Dickie's cock in his hand as the overgrown 
boy-prick charged like a searing lance up into the confines of her 
half-cringing belly. 

"Ohmottherrr...!" she uncontrollably wailed, as Dickie cried out to her 
clutching hand squeezing his penis, and the lecherous blonde-girl tried to 
soothe her. 

"It's all right, Baby! It'll only hurt for a minute! My God, it's a 
beautiful cock ... beautiful! And it's buried right to his balls in your 
sweet pussy! I can see it all ... I'm that close! Wait,. . I'm going to lick 
your clitoris while he fucks you, Darling! That'll make it better ... and 
... hurry! Put Dickie's cock in my cunt! We can lick them while they fuck 
us! Do it, Baby ... now!" 

Oh crap! He was fucking her. . actually fucking her, Dickie staggeringly 
realized as Shelly guided his cock between the hot, hair-lined lips of Miss 
Arlen's wet, pink pussy and softly hissed up at him to, "Fuck her, Dickie 
love, fuck her!" 

His brain spun in a kaleidoscope of youthfully fired desire, none of it 
making sense to him as he uncontrollably gave himself to the carnal demands 
of his own body, as well as the naked white feminine salacities of the two 
females they were gratifying. The hot, liquid depths of Miss Arlen's 
clasping cunt-channel had absorbed and sucked his cock into its seething 
warmth as if it were a separate entity in itself! Shelly had no more than 
introduced the blood-engorged head of his pulsating hardness when the 
rounded white mounds of Miss Arlen's full buttocks had pressed back at him, 
opening further to lewdly expose the tiny puckered hole of her ass, while 
her pussy seemed to clutchingly grasp at his cock and draw it right up 
inside her! 

Wildly, he fucked! The gnawing had already begun in the depths of his 
testicles, and then as he tried to frantically estabhsh a rhythm, he felt 
Shelly's soft, moistened lips encircling his balls, trying to suck them into 
her hot, wet mouth! At the same time, he sensed her finger moving into Miss 
Arlen's pussy-hole, right along with his cock! Crap almighty ... there'd 
never been anything like this ... ever, he knew ...! 

In all and any of her wildest seductions, Jan had never known such 
passionate lechery the likes of which were permeating her entire being at 
that moment. To control three youthful darlings in such a sensual 
captivation of passion was beyond anything she might have dreamed! They, 
like her, were wild with the lustful desires raging inside them! She felt 
the gentle hardness of Dickie's cock almost frustratingly charging into her 
clasping cuntal passage, and she thrust her knowing, wanting buttocks back 
onto it. At the same time, she knew the delight of Shelly's finger 
accompaning it, swirling and massaging the walls of her pussy-channel and 
flicking at her tingling clitoris. 

"Now, Darling! I want to suck it!" Jan gasped, forcing her hand against the 
give of Felix's hairy pelvis and extracting his cock from Shelly's pussy. 
Eagerly, she sucked it into her mouth once it was free, tonguing the wet 
cuntal secretions coating its hardness with fanatical lust. She grasped his 
hips in a push-pull motion to make him understand she wanted his fucking of 
her face. He did! Almost brutally, Felix rammed into her mouth while she 
sucked it down into her throat, simultaneously cupping and massaging his 
cum-filled balls with a hunger that was driving her insane! 

It was then that Shelly plunged her finger into Jan's rectum. The 
blonde-beauty gasped around the mouthful of throbbing hardness she sucked, 
aware that suddenly her pussy-channel was empty, and she surmised that 
Shelly was sucking him! 

Felix could only stare down at the whole unbelievable show as it took place, 
watching his glistening cock go from Shelly Carter's tight pink cunt to Miss 
Arlen's clasping, sucking mouth! He knew he couldn't stand it much longer, 
that the wild sensation in his balls warned that he was going to blow his 
cum damned soon! He didn't know, or even care about any of the rest of them, 
only that the pressure in his loins was beginning to roar like an 
old-fashioned freight train! Fuck ... it was all too much for him! Maybe he 
didn't know what he was talking about after all! Maybe he was a goddamned 
stoop! But. . but, that hardly mattered! Christ, he was going to cuummmm! 

"Oh. . oh shit!" he exclaimed as Jan knowingly sucked on his pulsating 
length of ierkina hardness. "I-I'm going tooooo...! I-I'm cuummiiinngg!" 

Frantically, Jan cupped his huge, teenaged balls, knowing without his 
admission that it was time! She plunged the length of his long, thick cock 
into her throat and wildly sucked, suddenly feeling Dickie's young throbbing 
hardness again stabbing at the mouth of her womb as Shelly finger-fucked her 
ass. 

My God...! It was heaven ... heaven! She, also, was going to cum ... to 
unleash the erotic sensations charging wildly back and forth inside her! Oh 
... Her beautiful darlings! 

It burst for her, almost simultaneously with "Felix's convulsing cock 
plunging and squirting in the depths of her throat! His thick penis began to 
spew the hot issue of his cum in wild spurts of gushing, creamy liquid, 
while her own pussy convulsed and pulled at Dickie's young cock! 

"They're cumming!" Shelly gasped. "Can you, Darling?" 

"Y-Yeah ... crap, yes! I gotta .,. I gotta!" 

Maddening sensations raced through Shelly as she grasped his solid young 
cock, pulling it from Jan's cunt and hungrily thrusting it into her mouth! 
She sensed it convulse as she ran her tongue over it and passionately 
sucked, abruptly feeling Jan's fingers playing beautifully in her steamingly 
wet, spread-open pussy and taunting her tiny clitoris! 

Even had the music teacher's fingers not been there to tip her over, Shelly 
knew that she would have climaxed the very moment Dickie's sweet-tasting 
cock began to shoot its hot cum into her mouth! Her blonde employer had been 
right! There was nothing like it, she glazedly realized, as she voraciously 
sucked the flooding jets of his delicious hot sperm filling her mouth and 
throat with delectable gushes that she feverishly swallowed into her 
convulsing belly ...! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Mavis Edwards sat gawking at her husband in absolute amazement. The severly 
attractive woman was not quite certain whether she had heard her dentist 
spouse correctly, or not. My God, he had to be pulling her leg! It was some 
sort of nauseating joke he'd warpedly decided to spring on her ...! 

You can't be serious, Gus!" she exclaimed, gaping across the living room at 
where he sat nibbling on the olive from his martini. "You must be drunk!" 

"Of course I'm serious ... and I'm a hell of a long ways from being drunk on 
one cocktail!" he replied, angered by her immediate rejection of his little 
bomb without at least hearing him out. Hell, he'd known before he ever 
opened his mouth that she wasn't going to leap at the suggestion, but he had 
hopes of her listening to the pros and cons before turning thumbs-down and 
staring at him as if he'd suddenly become a satyr. "And for Christ's sake, 
stop looking at me as if I'd just raped your sister! The idea has merit 
whether you buy it or not...." 

"Merit...! My God, what's wrong with you, Gus? D-Do you realize what you're 
proposing ... a ... a wife swapping party?" his ash-rimmed eyed, 
chestnut-haired wife gasped as she continued to stare at him in shocked 
disbelief. "I-I just can't. . can't believe it! Are ... have we become so 
... so stale together that we have to resort to ... to outright debauchery?" 

"Oh, horseshit, Mavis!" Gus Edwards disgustedly spat. "And suppose you 
answer your own question! Lately, anything remotely connected with sensual 
filfillment and that sex act we muscle through once a week is purely 
coincidental, and you know it!" 

"OH ... oh, my God...! I-I don't believe it. .!" Mavis choked, as much 
caught up in an immediate sense of aroused guilt by his lewd proposal as she 
was egotistically humiliated. Had he known of her little shopping trip 
side-affairs, that would have been one thing, but to suggest such an 
arrangement to his christian wife whom he had no reason to doubt, was quite 
another, and nothing short of a belittling insult! "Of course...! It's been 
right there under my nose all the time and I never saw it! Helen,. . Helen 
Trumble! That's it, isn't it? You want to get at Helen!" 

Her use of the phrase want to get at quickly assured the dentist that she 
was in the dark concerning Helen and his secret monthly get-togethers, 
reinforcing his confidence. He said, with a graphic smile: "I wouldn't 
exactly kick her out of bed, but that's not to admit that I've been haunted 
with the obsession either. Hell, what is it they say about variety being the 
spice of life? And I think we've reached that milestone, Mavis. Anyway, 
better with friends than a couple we don't know ... that's what I say...." 

"Oh...! Goddamn you!" the infuriated woman bitterly spat at him in her 
uncontrollable disparagement. The guilt she had felt only seconds before had 
rapidly dissipated in the heat of her outraged pride. To hurt him ... to cut 
him at any cost was all she could think of. "It's no wonder our own son is 
turning into a ... a pervert!" 

She might have carved a chunk out of his belly with a knife; it wouldn't 
have affected him any more! Not that he was so close to Dickie, but the boy 
was his son! With a slap that cracked the stem of the sheer crystal, Gus 
Edwards brought the delicate martini glass down hard against the table. 
"What the hell are you saying, woman?" 

"Yes! You heard me right, Dr. Edwards!" Mavis' acrid tongue lashed. 
"Something has corrupted our little boy, and up until now I didn't realize 
what! You! The poor lamb isn't to blame for a ... a depravity that he's 
inherited from his sire...!" 

"Goddamnit, Mavis, what're you getting at, anyway?" the big, white-haired 
man fumed, bolting to his feet, his liquor-tainted grey eyes blazing in 
mounting anger. "My son a pervert? What a horrible fucking thing to say!" 

"You see ... you see? There you go with your filthy mouth!" the incensed 
woman half screamed in her wrath. "Is it any wonder that our baby sits and 
plays with himself half the time? You should have see the foul handkerchief 
I found tucked behind his bedroom mirror! Stiff and yellow with his young 
.,. Oh God ... you know what I'm talking about, Gus Edwards! Ooohhh ... what 
have I done to deserve this...?" 

"For Christ sake, shut up the martyr act for a minute!" the big man sharply 
ordered. "Let's clarify this ... this pervert accusation you just made!" 

"Well what more clarification do you want than what I just told you?" His 
wife bitingly snapped. "That vile handkerchief that he'd used time after 
time...!" 

"For your information, woman, masturbation is not a perverted act! It's as 
normal as a good piece of ass, which I might add, would be goddamned 
abnormal for you!" he furiously charged. "And don't tell me you never 
fingered yourself. For all I know, that's probably what's the matter with 
you ... too fucking much private fingering!" 

"Oh! Oh ... you ... you vile bastard! How dare you say such a thing to me?" 
Mavis squealed, her face blanching. "After what you just proposed, you 
accuse me of a thing like that?" 

"Any mother who'd call her son perverse because he masturbates like a normal 
boy does, has got to have something wrong with her thinking!" he threw at 
her, stumbling in his own rage. "I don't know what queered that brain of 
yours, unless it was playing with your own self too much! And what ever I 
proposed, forget it, Mavis ... just forget it! I'd rather buy one of Harry 
Evan's whores a couple of times a month! At least, they know how to pretend 
a good fuck...!" 

"A good fuck! That's all you think of, isn't it? You ... you depraved 
whoremaster!" his blazing-eyed wife spat, having all she could do to keep 
from spewing out what she had been forced to sink to for sexual 
gratification. "Well, you better just listen to a little bit more before you 
go off half-cocked, Dr. Edwards! You can call me whatever you like, but you 
can't deny the facts! Don't you suppose I know why you wanted Dickie to take 
music lessons from Janice Arlen? Do I look that stupid ... just because I go 
to church?" 

Gus stared at her from the bar where he had gone for a new glass and 
replenishment from the martini decanter. What the hell was she getting at 
now? "For Christ sake, what's that girl got to do with it?" 

"Plenty, and you were so damned insistent that Dickie take piano from her!" 
Mavis bitterly blamed. "Don't you suppose I could see through that?" 

"Through what?" 

"Oh damn, Gus! Stop acting as if I were some sort of ignoramus, will you? 
All of you, every man in the neighborhood, has sniffed along behind her any 
chance you got! What do you think we wives are, anyway, absolute idiots?" 
she blindly poked, feeling herself crawling onto solid ground, even though 
she knew what she said was unfounded. She read the astonished look in his 
bloodshot, grey-eyes and knew that she'd completely tongue-tied him. "All 
right, you want to see ... to know what a mother bases her fears on! I'll 
show you, then! Though I had no intentions of it, and that's the truth! It's 
high time you wonderful fathers learned first-hand what devoted wives and 
mothers have to fear...!" 

Gus Edwards gaped after his wife as she leaped from her chair and stormed 
from the room, her ridiculous allegation regarding Janice Arlen still 
spinning in his brain. Hell yes, he'd looked at her plenty ... had even 
imagined what it might be like crawling between those young white thighs of 
hers, but he'd had no fixation about her! Christ, he wasn't stupid enough to 
think that a young chick like her would have anything to do with the likes 
of him. That was a whore's game, and she was no whore. Helen Trumble was one 
thing, but Janice Arlen? 

"Here! Look at these!" Mavis said, stomping into the room holding forth what 
undoubtedly were a pair of black bikini panties. "Well ... take them and 
look at them, Doctor!" 

Gus did, their sheer nylon softness sending a little electric-like charge of 
arousal soaring through him. He looked down as he fondled them in his big 
hands. "Well...? What am I supposed to 

"Just this, father! They were hidden under the mattress of your son's bed! 
And they belong to Janice Arlen!" 

Gus stared into his wife's distorted, yet almost triumphant, face. He 
suddenly felt totally inadequate, though he wasn't quite sure why, except 
that he knew that his wife of twenty-years would never have made that 
statement if she were not sure. Abruptly, his own licentious suggestion to 
her in the beginning came back to him and he sensed a wave of shame wash 
through him. Christ, she wasn't that type of woman ... though, he couldn't 
help wishing that she were! But he still had Helen once or twice a month .,. 
and he ought to be thankful he had a wife and mother at home looking after 
things! He gaped down at the flimsy little garment in his hand, the thought 
occurring to him that they could belong to anyone! With a jerk of his eye, 
he said: 

"How the hell can you tell whom they belong to? By the contours of the 
ass-covering?" Gus questioned, his anger subsiding into actual curiosity. 

Mavis' smile was more satisfying than vindictive. "Look," she said, 
snatching the panties from him and holding them up, displayed so that he 
couldn't help but see the embroidered initials. "J.A.," she half-hissed. 
"And how many women or girls do you know in Shale Canyon with those 
initials. . girls or women that Dickie would know?" 

"Well. . maybe ... maybe, he found them ... or took them out of her clothes 
hamper...?" 

"And that's a perversity, Doctor!" his wife shot at him. "On the other hand, 
maybe he didn't take them from the clothes hamper! He could have taken them 
from her ... now couldn't he?" 

For a long moment, Gus Edwards stared at his gleaming-eyed wife. Christ, he 
couldn't believe that. The kid was only fourteen ... and taking the panties 
off a dish like Jan Arlen...? He started to turn away at the same time as he 
made a gesture of ridicule, but she caught at his arm and held him. 

"Well...?" he managed, what do you want me to say. 

"I want you to act like a father with a son who has a problem!" she shot 
back at him. "My God, you can't call a thing like this normal, Gus! Either 
that woman has some ... some sort of hold over him, or Dickie has come by 
some terribly debased ideas 

"Ail right. . I'll have a talk with him!" 

"No!" she strongly insisted. "He has no idea that I found these, and I 
intend to put them back where he hid them. You will talk to Janice Arlen and 
get her story! We women already have decided that she's a bad influence in 
the community. But before we act, we'll wait to see what you learn ... and I 
trust that you'll keep your head in that learning?" 

"Oh Christ, Mavis," Gus disgustedly answered, his revulsion as much of 
himself as with her. Damn, he'd really blown it, hadn't he? Hoping she'd 
lend herself to something as worldly as a swap arrangement. . and he really 
loved her, too. But the idea of Frank Trumble fucking her had, in the 
beginning, given him a hell of a fired feeling. Now, he wasn't so sure. That 
goddamned kid ... was he going to give him trouble ... after he'd just 
spoken at the City Club luncheon about youth and their parents that guide 
them? "Let's not make mountains of molehills, eh? There's a perfectly 
legitimate answer for these ... these things," he said, handing the panties 
back to her a second time. 

"Of course ... of course, Gus ... if you say so," Mavis replied, her voice 
retiring to its more soft tones. "You know I wouldn't have bothered you with 
this if I didn't think ... it was necessary." 

"Naturally," he replied, drinking from his glass and sitting down. 
"Naturally ... that's what husbands and fathers are for...." 

She smiled over at him. "You can be an awful ogre ... but I love you, 
Darling." 

"Love ... yes ... that's what makes us tick, isn't it, Baby?" 

"We both know it is ... love and spice and everything nice...." 

Her husband picked up his ears at the word 'spice'. "You mean, you'll 
consider my idea about the swap...?" 

"No, Darling! I mean, I'll forgive you for making it. I don't intend sharing 
my husband with any woman, not even Helen Trumble! And you should love me 
all the more for that...." 

There was more, but Gus Edwards did little outside of smile at the right 
time and hold his wife's hand. In between, he thought a great deal of his 
son, and more warming thoughts of Jan Arlen whom he had never really let 
pique his desire before. She, to his way of thinking, had always been Frank 
Trumble's mind-bender ... suddenly, she was twisting his! Of course, there 
was a simple answer regarding Dickie, and he had his own way of finding out 
a few things that might be pertinent. He'd owned an apartment building in 
the Canyon for years and the Ronson boy, who worked for her, had once worked 
for him. The fact was that he could have had the boy sent-up for stealing 
but hadn't...? He'd have a talk with Felix ... though, he couldn't take a 
great deal of stock in anything the oaf said. All the same, he'd talk with 
him.... 

Not until she was in bed, did Mavis give concentrated thought to the 
proposition Gus had presented. He had been serious, actually suggesting a 
wife-swapping party between them and the Trumbles! God, she thought, as her 
husband slept, it really wouldn't be that bad would it? Frank had his little 
traits that amused her; it was just that she'd never thought of him as a 
lover! But, he could be ... couldn't he? Yes! He certainly could ... only, 
how did she backtrack now, now with all the things she had said and done! 
God ... God, Mavis, you are a hyprocrite after all, she sleepily thought as 
tiny fermentations quivered in her belly. 

* * * 

Four doors away in a second semi-luxurious home, Frank Trumble mixed himself 
a scotch-soda while his wife watched from her chair. He spoke with his back 
to the attractive, red-headed girl with the pale-blue eyes who sat watching 
his every move as if he were about to steal the silverware. 

"I swung it, Baby . .just the way we planned .. and before I was finished I 
had Gus thinking it was his idea. But, no shit, he looked as if he'd just 
swallowed a golf-ball!" 

Helen couldn't restrain her nervous little laugh of titillation. Poor Frank, 
he thought he'd smoothly put the whole thing over with Gus, when in truth, 
she had called her occasional lover at his office and had him all primed for 
her husband's approach. Actually, she had feared that Gus might get the 
wrong impression when Frank came off with it, thinking that he'd found out 
about their L.A. meetings, and unnecessarily give their well-kept secret 
away. Now, she breathed a little inner-sigh of relief; Gus had undoubtedly 
carried it off to perfection. 

She still couldn't help the flush to her cheeks whenever she thought of it 
or they discussed the wild, sensuous plan. In fact, she'd probably looked to 
Frank as if she'd just swallowed a golf-ball when he'd casually began to 
hint at the idea of a swap arrangement with the Edwards, and right in the 
middle of their listless sex party the night before. Not that going to bed 
with Gus was going to be anything new to her, but having both Frank's and 
Mavis' sanction would make it more pleasurable and less risky. Besides, 
there was always the possibility of membership expansion, and that could 
offer some exciting, unexplored anenues of diversion ... If...? 

"Well, am I to assume that Gus went for the plan, Darling?" Helen asked, 
sipping at a vodka-tonic and playing her part to the hilt. 

"Like I said, I had him thinking it was his idea," Frank Trumble grinningly 
replied as he walked to a chair and eased down into it. "But he wasn't sure 
how Mavis was going to take to it. You know how she is, he says, with her 
crazy church crap...." 

"And that's just What it is, too...!" Helen derided. "She'd like to give the 
impression that she and Gus have the perfect sexual relationship, but I have 
my own opinions on that." 

"Come on, that's no way to talk about your best friend," Frank said, still 
grinning. 

"And the woman you want to go to bed with,. . let's not forget that part of 
it," Helen jealousy jibed, the thought of her husband and Mavis Edwards 
making naked love together the one aspect of the arrangement she hadn't 
found too palatable. Frankly, it wasn't so much the thought of him actually 
doing it to her as it was the realization that he wanted to. After all, he 
was her husband.... 

"Hey, do I detect a note of jealousy in that tone of yours?" he teased, then 
sipped at his drink. "I thought we both agreed that there'd be none of that. 
A little change of scenery might fire some new zest in both of us ... isn't 
that what you said, Baby?" 

"That, Darling, was what you said, remember?" Helen quickly corrected. "I 
merely agreed that if it was what you wanted I was willing to try it." 

Frank Trumble shrugged. "Same thing. . anyway, it's all set but the final 
arrangements, providing Mavis doesn't throw a wrench in the works." 

"And she's very liable to do that," the attractive red-head snapped. "That 
would be typical of Mavis ... pretend to be awe-stricken by the whole 
'lurid' idea. Of course, it would be just an act, but she seems to delight 
in taking the contrary side of any issue ... the way she did yesterday when 
we girl's got together to discuss that music teacher, Jan Arlen." 

Frank immediately picked up his ears at the mention of the gorgeous blonde's 
name. "What about Jan Arlen?" he questioned. 

"Well, the day before, Jenny Evans, Mavis and I were sort of analyzing the 
lovely blonde doll. . you know, the fact that she doesn't have male friends, 
is seldom seen anyplace, and so on. Quite honestly, we were wondering if she 
was a good influence in the neighborhood, working with the children...." 

"A good influence?" Frank interrupted, sensing his ire beginning to rouse. 
"Now, who and hell came off with that bit of shit?" 

"Thank you, husband for interrupting! And I came off with that bit of shit!" 
Helen snapped. "But if you'll just be gentleman enough to hear me out 
first...?" 

"Okay, okay, go on ... I'm listening." 

"Thank you again, Helen sarcastically replied. "Anyway, Mavis immediately 
took sides with the girl, pretending that she couldn't understand why we 
should be so concerned...." 

"And neither can I...." 

"Will you please shut up until I'm finished!" Helen angrily spat, while her 
husband shifted uneasily in his chair. She sighed and continued. "After 
thinking it over myself, I agreed with her. Just why should we be so 
concerned? After all, the girl minds her own business, and we would do well 
to do the same...." 

"Now, you're making sense," Frank said, gulping at his drink. 

His wife merely glared at him. 'To finish my story, yesterday, Mavis came 
over here with fin. in her eyes. She had taken the complete opposite stand 
from mine. Janice Aden had to be run out of Shale Canyon and the sooner the 
better! She was a menace, a bad influence, and I don't know what all...." 

"But why? What the hell did the girl do?" Frank questioned, leaning forward 
in his chair with concern. 

"That part, I never learned. Your. . your future bed-partner refused to tell 
me," his wife informed with a little smirk. 

"Well what do you think it was?" 

"I have no idea ... except what I said about Mavis in the first place," 
Helen said. "I think she argues for the sake of argument, and that she has 
to take the controversial side of any issue. In short, I believe she's 
sexually frustrated and a hyprocrite! Being at variance with anyone and 
everything, along with, as Gus puts it, her church crap, is the way she gets 
her kicks." 

"Oh hell, I can't go along with that, Helen...." 

"Of course you can't Darling, not when you have designs on getting inside 
her little panties," his wife snidely purred. "But you're going to find out 
that I'm right just the same'" 

"So what about the Arlen girl? What was decided?" he pressed, ignoring her 
jibe. 

"Nothing was decided. I flatly told Mavis that I withtracted every thing I'd 
said about her and that I wasn't going to harass the poor girl in anyway." 

"And what did Mavis say?" 

"Nothing. She merely stormed out of here in a hell of a huff ... but later, 
she called me and apologized for her actions," Helen finished, taking 
another long sip from her drink. 

Frank Trumble grunted to himself. "Well. . she'll get over that. . what ever 
was eating her," he said, drinking from his own glass. "And don't worry, 
Gus'll wheedle her into our swap party." A lewd grin broadened his slender 
face. "He's had his eyes on you for too long, Baby, to let Mavis stop him 
now." 

Helen felt her breath catch in her throat. She stared at her husband's 
shrewd eyes for a long moment, wondering what depths of meaning he behind 
his statement ... and just how much he really did know about her and Gus 
Edwards? 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

More than the revulsion was the utter, gripping fear that filled Jan Arlen 
in the wake of Jenny Evan's early visit. It was Saturday and she had 
scheduled no students; plus, it was Shelly Carter's day off, the only two 
things she could be thankful for on that horrifying morning. The unexpected 
presence of the heavily made-up fat woman at her door immediately added to 
the almost nauseating emotions which had plagued her since awakening. For 
the first time in all of her lustful seductions, she knew the feeling of 
remorse ... remorse built on apprehension, for certainly, this time she had 
blindly compromised herself! 

In the past, she had always managed to maintain the upper-hand in her 
lecherous games, but suddenly, all of that had changed. Not that either of 
the boys were apt to take advantage of her; anyway, she felt confident that 
she could handle them, but Shelly was another story. Hadn't the shrewd 
teenager openly spoken of blackmail? 

It was the latter dreaded thought which had brought the voluptuous blonde 
music teacher to her abrupt decision. She would sever all ties in Shale 
Canyon and leave there immediately, before the girl returned to work on 
Monday! In fact, she had already set about packing and planning where she 
would go and the movement of her things, when the unexpected caller appeared 
at her door! 

Now, in the aftermath of that loathsome experience, Jan slumped heavily into 
a chair, a water-glass half-filled with straight vodka in her hand. Dear 
God, if she ever needed something to calm her, she needed it at that moment! 
She still couldn't believe the ugly woman's deplorable proposition, which 
was nothing more than blackmail, either! But even worse was the way she had 
come by her accusations, admittedly watching her house and brazenly peeping 
in her window during broad daylight! Whether that was true or not, Jan had 
no way of knowing, but the fact that her allegations were near-accurate was 
enough to strike terror in her! As the parrot-nosed woman had so arrogantly 
put it, "I'm sure you will agree, my dear, that getting the truth out of 
those young people wouldn't be too much of a problem for the 
authorities...." 

Jan had been too shocked to answer her, but if there'd been any doubt 
concerning the thick-lipped woman's abhorrent intentions, they were 
short-lived when she lay her pudgy hand on the naked flesh of Jan's arm and 
applied gentle, meaningful pressure. " ... Though, there's no need for 
alarm," she had gone on, her red-rouged lips spreading in a lewd smile. "I 
feel certain that you and I think a great deal alike ... and will get on 
well together, don't you, dear ..?" 

Just the memory of the vile woman's intolerable touch to her naked flesh 
made Jan cringe in revulsion. She gulped at her drink, taking half of it as 
she tried to remember what she had screamed at Jenny Evans. Something 
terrible, and evidently it had been affective, for the ugly woman had 
stormed from her house with blazing eyes, promising revenge the likes of 
which she'd never even imagined ...! 

Dear God, if she hadn't already been certain enough, there was no doubt in 
her mind now but what she had to leave there, and as soon as possible. Yet, 
at the same time, there was a question of money to be considered. Oh, she 
had enough to get out of the Canyon without any difficulties, but to set 
herself up somewhere so that she could teach was another matter.... 

The jangle of her telephone startled the blonde girl into leaping to her 
feet. She gasped out a sigh when she realized what it was. My God, was she 
that close to panic...? It rang again as she stood there staring across the 
room at it. Should she answer...? Could it be more trouble for her...? 

She had moved across the room and picked up the instrument before she 
realized what she was doing. With her hand over the mouthpiece, she placed 
it to her ear and listened.... 

"Hello ... hello ... this is the long distance operator. . hello," an 
efficient female voice informed. "Hello.... 

"Y-Yes...."Jan weakly stammered. 

"Long distance calling for Miss Janice Arlen." 

"Th-This is she...." 

"Miss Janice Arlen?" the voice skillfully repeated. 

"Yes, this is Janice Arlen...." 

"We have your party," the operator said. "Go ahead, sir." 

Then, a male voice said: "Jan...? Is that you, Jan,...?" 

It was a strange mixture of joy and confused anxiety that raced through the 
curvaceous girl's entire being as she recognized his voice. For a moment, 
her words wouldn't come and he kept repeating his question...."Y-Yes ... Ken 
... it's me" she finally choked out. 

"Damn! I-I can't believe it! At last ... I've ran you down!" his words of 
elation came clearly to her as if he were next door. "You have no idea what 
I've been through trying to locate you, girl! H-How are you, for God's sake 
... say something so that I can hear your voice!" 

Jan couldn't help but laugh, a warm sensation of growing delight washing 
through her at his excitement. "I-I'm fine, Ken. How are you?" 

"Right at this minute, just about out of my mind with joy!" he quickly 
answered. "Damn baby, I've been trying to find you for months! Why did you 
run out on me like that? Didn't you know it would just about kill me?" 

"I-I thought it was best. . after what had happened...." 

"Best! Christ, you couldn't have done anything worse to me if you tried!" he 
half-whined in that peculiar way of his that had invariably aroused the 
maternal female in her. "Jan ... listen darling, I've got to see you and 
talk to you! I don't care what happened between us ... in fact, I don't even 
remember what it was! We belong together, Honey ... you must know that by 
now...!" 

He said more, but Jan hardly heard him. Her brain was suddenly too filled 
with the realization that he, Ken Rivers, was her salvation from the 
terrible situation confronting her ...! 

"Jan...? Jan, are you still there...?" 

"Yes, Ken, I'm still here ... listening," she said, adopting an even softer 
tone of warmth. "Where are you calling from?" 

"San Francisco, but I can be there in hours!" he hastily assured her. "I 
should be able to get a flight out of here without too much difficulty ... 
Look, I'll be there no later than this evening, Darling ... and we've got to 
talk! Christ, Jan,.,. . I love you...!" 

She hadn't expected that. Again, for a long moment, the beautiful blonde 
girl hesitated to answer. Her brain reeled. My God, how could she think of 
such feelings at a time like this? Love...? All that she knew was that she 
needed him, and at any price at that moment ...! 

"Y-Yes .. please come, Ken ... I'll be waiting for you,. . only hurry ... 
darling!" she heard herself say, then bit at her petulant lower-lip. 

"Christ!" she heard him gasp. "Just you sit tight, Baby, and I'll be thnre 
as fast as that plane can fly! And honey, I meant it, I love you!" 

"I-I know, Ken ... I know," she managed, avoiding the expected reply. "Don't 
waste any more time, Darling. Just get here as soon as possible!" 

"Your wish is my command, Angel!" he tritely replied, his voice filled with 
exuberance. "Now, give me your address so that I won't be stumbling all over 
that burg . ." 

She had, then slowly cradled the phone before returning to her chair to pick 
up her drink. Automatically, she swallowed at its contents, feeling it burn 
soothingly in her belly. God ... what had she done? Using him ... yes, 
that's what it was called! She was going to use him ... and he still loved 
her, after what she'd done to him! But .,. where else could she turn? She 
had no one ... and she had to think of herself ... didn't she...? 

* * * 

Jan had drank several more raw vodkas while she packed valises and planned 
her receptance of Ken Rivers. The liquor had considerably spiked her 
courage, say nothing of the way she would handle her ex-boyfriend-lover. 
Beyond that, it had artifically broadened her philosophy regarding any 
obligation she might have to him. After all, it was a dog-eat-dog world, 
wasn't it? And that fat lesbian bitch, daring to approach her the way she 
had? Just the thought was enough to make her want to vomit! She would be 
well rid of this nauseating neighborhood of animals, and her beloved Ken was 
going to help her do that! 

She had just sat upon and secured a suitcase when the doorbell interrupted 
her thoughts. Probably the dry-cleaning, she thought, unhesitatingly walking 
from her bedroom toward the right, the effects of the vodka and Ken's 
expected appearance wiping away most of her apprehension. It was too early 
for her ex-lover's arrival, and about time the cleaners made then Saturday 
delivery. 

With a smile, Jan jerked open the door, hardly prepared for whom she saw. 
She wore only panties and a light robe thrown loosely around her since 
morning, but at the faint recognition of them, she immediately drew it 
tighter together at her throat. Gus Edwards, she recognized immediately, 
being Dickie's father, but the other two were hazy in her mind. She took a 
step backwards, noting that her student's father was hardly smiling, and 
managed: 

"Yes ... can I help you, gentlemen?" 

"I wouldn't be surprised but what you could!" Gus said, then grabbed the 
knob of the screened-door, jerking it open. With his eyes on her, but 
twisting his head, he burlesquely added: 

"Come along, gentlemen! Please come in...!" 

Jan had no choice but to back away from their uninvited invasion, though she 
was stammering for words, a sense of knotting tightness clutching at her 
belly. 

"Don't trouble yourself with questions, Miss Arlen," Gus cut her short, his 
watery grey-eyes licentiously sweeping over her. "These gentlemen are Mr. 
Trumble and Mr. Evans, stalwart pillars of the community ... the community 
you've chosen to play naughty with, Miss Arlen ... and with my son, yet!" 

"I-I don't understand." Jan stupidly managed, quivers of fear evident in her 
voice. "There ... there must be some mistake....!" 

"There is, baby, and you made it!" Gus Edwards snapped pulling the tiny pair 
of black, nylon-panties he'd taken from beneath his son's mattress from his 
pocket and tossing them at her. "Those will fit that lush ass of yours, I'll 
wager, and the initials match just fine. Dickie had them tucked away, and 
needless to say when his mother found them it raised our curiosity . 

"He ... he must have stolen them ... my God!" Jan gasped, numbly staring at 
the wispy garment in her hands. 

"Ordinarily, I'd buy that, bitch!" Gus spat at her, his watery grey-eyes 
blazing with mounting lust as he watched her back across the room away from 
him and his two companions. "But it so happened that the three of us were 
having lunch together and a boy named Felix Ronson was walking by. To make a 
long story short, for twenty-bucks he spilled his guts ... and that's why 
we're here! It seems that you, among other things, like to suck cocks ... 
little boy-cocks,.. is that right, cunt?" 

"Ooooohh ... God almighty...!" Jan choked, her knees jelling and her brain 
beginning to frantically reel. Wildly, her eyes jerked from one leering face 
to the other as she fell backwards a step, her cheeks paling. 

"Let me warn you of your rights, Miss Arlen," Harry Evans, the bald-headed, 
fat attorney sniggeringly taunted. "Anything you say can be held against 
you; however, you may call the police if you like ... or in lieu of that, 
accept the punishment of this hastily, thrown-together tribunal. I assure 
you, we'll take into consideration the fact that you're a delicate and 
luscious female specimen who prefers boy's cocks to men's ... but then, 
perhaps when we've finished you'll realize the error of your ways and be 
ready to face sex in a more normal fashion...." 

"Yeah, like fucking and sucking men instead of kids," Frank Trumble lewdly 
added. "Now, let's get off the shit and get to the meat of the problem .,. 
gentlemen!" 

Jan could only moan out her awe-stricken horror at their foul words and 
obvious intentions. She was swaying dangerously on her feet, almost 
welcoming the supporting arms of Gus Edwards and Frank Trumble as they 
caught at each of her own. The robe she had held loosely around her fell 
partially open and suddenly she felt each of their big, hot hands clutching 
at the supple flesh of her naked breasts, as they held her upright with 
their arms locked through hers. Again, she moaned to their squeezing, pawing 
hands mauling the unprotected resilient mounds, the sudden smell of their 
liquor-tainted breaths sending further jolts of fear racing through her. 

"Christ, she's got the kind of tits I knew she'd have .,. lush and firm!" 
Frank Trumble lewdly commented. "But I never thought I was going to get my 
hands on them ... which just shows how wrong a guy can be, eh? You can't 
imagine, baby, how long I've wanted to get a hold of these like this! And 
get my stiff cock in that sweet pussy of yours...!" 

"Before this day's over, she's going to know the meaning of the word cock!" 
Gus Edwards luridly put in. "Only it'll be man-sized cock, no kid stuff! 
I'll bet she'll get enough prick inside her to last a lifetime, eh 
gentlemen?" 

"Oh ... oh God ... no, please don't.,.?" Jan whimperingly begged as they 
continued to cruelly abuse her exposed, sensitive breasts, then began to 
walk her toward her bedroom. "Ooohh ... please stop...?" 

"What's the matter, bitch, not woman enough to handle a man?" Gus threw at 
her. "Now if we were teenaged kids it'd be okay, is that it? You'd have all 
of our young cocks out by this time, licking and sucking them like the 
fucking witch you are!" 

"I'm afraid your wasting your time, Miss Arlen," Harry Evans said with a 
vulgar laugh. "It'll be easier for you if you cooperate and strip to the 
task. Otherwise, we'll have to do it for you and rape that sweet ass of 
yours to our heart's content. Now, which way do you prefer, my dear, because 
you're going to get it one way or the other?" 

Dear God in heaven! She was helpless ... there was nothing she could do to 
defend herself against them, Jan realized in creeping despair. They meant 
every lewd word that they had so foully spewed in her face, their lust 
visually apparent in the swollen bulges at the front of their trousers. 

All of the lecherous exploits on her young prey were about to be reinacted 
upon her own vulnerable body...! Retribution...! Ohhh ...! 

For a brief moment, she thought of screaming and breaking for the door, but 
quickly gave up the idea. They would easily catch her ... and where could 
she run to, anyway? Even if she reached help the truth was bound to come 
out! It was hopeless; they had her right where they wanted her and knew it! 
The only thing she could do was make it as easy on herself as possible ... 
and hope to God they'd show some mercy! 

"Here, let me offer you gentlemen a helping hand," Harry Evans said when 
they were inside her bedroom. He moved forward in front of where she stood 
between Frank and Gus who were still squeezing and kneading the soft white 
flesh of her naked breasts. He spread the robe wide open to see the tiny 
pair of white nylon panties she wore, and as she stood there with her face 
turned away from him, the fat, bald man knelt to roll their wispy sheerness 
down over the rounded curve of her smooth white hips and along the full 
columns of her naked, shapely legs. 

"Christ!" he choked. "She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen! 
Th-Those tits...!" 

"And legs...!" Frank Trumble hissed. "Just look at those gorgeous thighs!" 

"Fuck let me get a better gander here," Gus said, letting free of her arm 
and moving around in front of her as Harry slowly got to his feet. "J-Jesus 
Christ! What a dish ... and that pouting cunt sprinkled with all that blonde 
pussy-hair! Goddamn .,. let's get her on the bed where we can get at her! My 
cock's so fucking hard it's getting brittle!" 

Jan made no effort to fight them as they removed her robe, and a sadistic 
twinge of excitement charged through Gus when he realized that she was 
resolving herself to what was coming. Goddamn, and to think that his 
fourteen year old kid had been playing with this! Shit, he didn't blame him! 
The sexy bitch was a mind bender .,.! 

Someone pressed her back onto the bed; she didn't resist, but lie back, 
jerking her eyes from one to the other of them ... greenish-grey eyes that 
were widened in frightened abasement, while her small white teeth worriedly 
nibbled at her lower-hp. Then, her breath caught, hitching in her throat as 
she watched Gus Edward's big, red-veined face lower above her, his huge hand 
reaching down between her legs toward her exposed genitals. 

"Come on, spread 'em open, bitch!" he lewdly hissed. "Time for canoe 
inspection!" 

Too frightened to refuse, Jan slowly spread her full white thighs apart for 
him, revealing the thin pink ribbon of her secret flesh to all of their 
salaciously leering eyes. She gasped painfully then as he dug one thick 
finger into her, thrusting it right up her unprepared vaginal passage to the 
heavy palm of his brutal hand and mercilessly routed the sensitively tender 
raw flesh. 

"Aaauuuggg ... please .,. stop! Please stop!" she pleaded, pressing her 
naked buttocks down into the mattress in an effort to escape his painful, 
obscene penetration between her thighs. 

Frank Trumble lustfully chuckled, his thin face twisted in a course grin as 
he eagerly gaped at his dentist friend's thick finger drubbing into the 
pink-fleshed hole in her golden-hair fringed loins. Goddamn, she was a 
curvaceous bitch! No wonder the fucking kids were letting her suck them off! 
Who wouldn't for Christ's sake? 

"Listen, let's go into her, damnit!" he said, pulling at his clothes. "I 
don't know about you gentlemen, but my cock's been aching to be buried 
inside that sweet pussy for too long!" He never took his hungry eyes from 
her voluptuous, naked body while he stripped his things away, the sight of 
Gus finger-fucking her cunt helping to build his fired lust. Christ, how a 
beautiful bitch like her could stay unmarried was beyond him. If only they 
could figure some way to work her into their swap plans, but the wives would 
never buy that.... 

"Hey, how about one of you gentlemen trying to find some booze?" Gus 
suggested, suddenly withdrawing his cruel, violating finger and 
straightening to stare down at Jan's lovely white nakedness. "I could use a 
belt or two before sinking my cock in this kid sucker. And for your 
information, boys, that's as tight a pussy as you're going to find any 
where...." 

Jan sighed in relief from the pain once he'd pulled his abusing finger out 
of her tormented channel. She continued to lay as if petrified, watching as 
he, too, began to undress. God, she hoped that at least they would give her 
a drink; there was small doubt but what she was going to need it.... 

"I'll see what I can find," Harry Evans offered. "All I ask is that you 
reserve that sweet mouth for my cock, gentlemen. I'm tired of having no one 
but whores suck it. . and I have the feeling that Miss Arlen will perform a 
splendid job for me...." 

"Go on, find the liquor, you honey-throated bastard," Frank chuckled after 
him as abruptly he dropped his shorts. "And don't worry, we'll save you a 
hole .,...." 

Jan hardly heard their lewd conversation. Her eyes were dreadedly fastened 
on the slender man's revealed naked body, with the long, thick cock jutting 
menacingly out from his lean, hairy loins. Though men's penises were not 
foreign to her, it had been a long time ... actually since Ken .,. . that 
she'd seen one, and she hadn't remembered their being the length and 
thickness of this! A shudder rippled through her and she sensed her insides 
cringing at the thought of it worming into her. His bloated balls swayed 
between his muscled thighs, and suddenly he was grinning, dropping his hand 
to lewdly stroke the heavy foreskin back and forth over the purple, bulbous 
head, when he caught her eyes fixed on it. 

"Like it, baby? It's man-sized, eh? Think you can take more of it?" he 
luridly taunted. 'Tell me, which hole would you like it in?" 

"And this one, too, bitch?" Gus Edwards chimed in, unleashing his even 
longer, thicker length of moistened, red-knobbed hardness. "We'll let you 
decide just how you want them placed, cunt or asshole, though it shouldn't 
make much difference, seeing that you're going to get them three at once!" 

"All I could find is vodka, but at least we won't go dry," the bald, fat man 
said, re-entering the room. "Well, I see you gentlemen are prepared for 
action, with weapons at full tilt and all. If you'll just open this bottle 
while I strip and join you...?" 

Gus Edwards took the bottle and uncapped it, raising it thirstily to his 
lips, while the attorney began to remove his things. 

Frank Trumble reached for the bottle and Gus lowered it, wiping the back of 
his hand over his lips as he fought for breath. "All right. . all right, how 
do you want yours, Frank?" 

"Just remember," Harry Evans reminded, kicking off his pants. "I have first 
option of her luscious mouth. I can already feel those soft, ripe lips 
wrapped around my hardened prick." 

"Well, seeing she isn't going to decide for us, I still have a hankering to 
work it into that puffy-lipped cunt, at least, the first time," Frank 
salaciously repeated. 

"So ... that doesn't leave me much choice, but the idea intrigues me," the 
dentist said with a lewd grin. "To be honest about it, Mavis won't buy me 
fucking her ass, and it so happens that I've always had a penchant for that 
entrance. I'll bet a gold incisor crown against anything you guys want to 
put up that this luscious bitch has got the most perfect little sodomizing 
hole you ever laid your eyes on, though!" 

Even as she trembled in uncontrollable debased fear, their foul and lewd 
words, plus their meaning and intentions, were having an effect on Jan that 
she couldn't begin to understand. Dear God, even the repulsive sight of 
Harry Evan's naked, pusy body with its smaller, poling rod of hardness 
sticking thickly out from beneath the overhang of his belly, sent 
unfathomable chills racing through her. The utterly obscene abuses they 
intended to commit on her defenseless body with lecherous, planned lust had 
set off ripples of masochistic excitement in her belly and loins that she 
couldn't believe! God, what was happening to her, anyway? 

"Please ... may I have a drink, too?" she asked, looking from one to the 
other. 

Gus grabbed the bottle from Harry Evans, while Frank Trumble grinned and 
went on stroking his long, thick cock. 

"Why of course you can, you lovely blonde-haired cunt!" the dentist leered, 
walking to the bed and sitting down beside her. Frank moved around to the 
other side and the lawyer seated himself at the foot. "I was just thinking 
that maybe you ought to have a little uplife to see you through the fucking 
orgy of your life, baby!" 

Jan nervously swallowed, almost sorry she'd asked as she reached for the 
bottle. Gus grinned and brushed her hands away, grasping it firmly as Frank 
did the same to the other. 

"Harry, you better come up and hold her head," Gus said, watching the fat 
man sniggeringly crawling up the bed. "If the bitch wants a drink ... we'll 
give her just that, eh?" 

Once more, a sinking sensation of utter helplessness engulfed Jan as she 
watched Dickie's father tilt the bottle up to her lips ... lips which she 
couldn't move away from between the lawyer's vise-like hands holding to 
either side of her face. Then, Gus began to spill the vodka into her mouth! 

She tried to squirm and resist, holding her teeth clenched tight, but the 
big dentist pinched her nose until she had to gasp for breath, and a torrent 
of the burning liquor flowed in a forceful, swallowing stream into her 
belly! Again and again, they repeated the cruel act, laughing like drunken 
animals. Then, they really began their vindictive punishment while she lay 
defenselessly beneath them! 

Almost immediately, Jan sensed the potent liquor surging into her 
blood-stream. They freed her and amongst themselves, finished off the 
bottle, while she lie there, staring at each of them in turn, gasping at 
their naked, middle-aged bodies and huge cocks, a drugged feeling of lewd 
sensuality gradually overtaking her. In all truth, she knew that she would 
normally want no part of them ... any one of them ... but there was hardly a 
thread of truth left in her! God, she was nearly already as stupefied from 
the amount of vodka they'd forced down her as were they ... and maybe she 
should be thankful ...! 

She erotically trembled, while simultaneously, she futilly tried to control 
the growing masochistic passion sweeping through her. God, was it possible? 
Knowing what they intended to do to her? 

Her thoughts were shattered as suddenly she realized that Frank Trumble was 
crawling onto the bed and spreading her unresisting, naked white thighs, his 
huge cock pointed directly at her moistening pussy. 

"God ahead and tee off, Frank." Gus drunkenly invited. "I want her primed 
and anxious when I slip this aching prick into her ass!" 

Jan momentarily thought of Ken being on his way there, and tossed her head 
from side to side in emotional confusion. Through dimmed eyes, she then saw 
the slender man raised above her, between her wide-spread legs, holding the 
thick length of his penis in his hand, then pushing forward to taunt the 
spread-open, moistening pink flesh of her pussy with its hardened, spongy 
head. The immediate contact of its satiny, warm tip against the tingling 
flesh of her vaginal lips provoked sensuous fermentations to instantly 
spiral through her. 

"Oooohhh...." she unrestrainably moaned. "OOOOOoohh .. God!" 

"Fuck ... wait a minute!" Gus Edwards luridly exclaimed. "I want to see her 
asshole! Turn her over for a moment! Let me get a look at that puckered 
little gem!" 

They did, and Jan made no effort to struggle against them. Instead, she 
rolled onto her stomach like a wanton bitch, willingly presenting them with 
the full, white mounds of her rounded ass, her thighs spread-open for Frank 
Trumble to play between. 

"Damn, you do love cock, don't you baby?" Frank hissed, still between her 
legs and brushing his thick cock-head from her moistening flushed cunt-lips, 
upward through the deep and smooth, hairless crevice dividing her kissing 
ass-cheeks. "Even man-cock! How about that? I guess the teenagers haven't 
got it all sewed-up after all, have they?" 

"Ohhhh ... oh Lord!" Jan passionately moaned. 

The vodka, keenly flowed in her bloodstream, performing its usual reaction. 
Her pussy was suddenly inflamed with excitement, her need for fulfillment, 
as always, blinding any reasoning power she might still faintly possess. 
God, it was wild ... maddening! She'd go out of her mind if he didn't do 
something besides tease her cunt with the damp, rubbery head of his hardened 
cock! 

"You like that, don't you baby?" he half whispered, smoothing one hand along 
her outer thigh and watching Gus spread open the white mounds of her 
rounded, full ass-cheeks to expose the tiny, puckered rosette of her pink 
asshole. 

"Christ, did you ever see anything like that?" the dentist gasped. "Look at 
those tiny lips ... like a baby's mouth ... and just waiting for my cock!" 

"Ooohhh ... I-I can't stand it any longer...!" Jan moaningly admitted, 
reaching back for Frank's taunting rod of hardness. "P-Put it in me! 
Ooooohhh yes, please? Fuck me with it! That's what you came for, wasn't it? 
Then, do it. . do it! Fuck me!" 

Frank Trumble felt a surge of lust race through him that he couldn't ignore, 
and quickly he moved to turn her back over. Christ, what a breath-taking 
girl she was! If Helen was just half as much woman, he wouldn't be thinking 
about any goddamned swap meets! Oh shit. .! 

Jan uncontrollably drew up her legs and clutched at his lean shoulders, 
digging her nails into the hard flesh, the ragged, swollen lips of her 
incited cunt searching for his cock as she writhed her hips and raised her 
buttocks in an effort to help. "Oh God ... yes ... yesss! Give it to me now 
... nowwww!" 

Jan felt him eagerly insinuating the tip of his thick cock into her now wet, 
pulsating vaginal mouth, and slowly her eyes began to open wide as he 
brought the unfamiliar, expanding pressure to bear at the dilated opening. 
God ... oh God, his cock was big! She started to protest, but with a flexing 
motion of his hips, he forced the huge head inside the snug, elasticized 
entrance, stretching the yielding flesh like she'd never known, and she 
could do little more than feebly whimper out.. 

"Ooohhh!" she moaned, the guttural sound coming from the depth of her soul. 
.! "Yesss . .fuck me. . oh God, fuck me, please...?" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Though the Evans home was a good city block from the cul-de-sac where Jan's 
house was situated, the view from the former living room window was such 
that Jenny Evans could watch all movements to and from the music teacher's 
residence. The parrot-nosed woman had been wrathfully doing exactly that 
since her scathing treatment by the blonde girl shortly before, her 
vindictive mind furiously scheming in her rebuffed rage. 

It was following her fourth or fifth glass of port, she wasn't certain any 
longer as to number, that she saw them go in, her thick-lipped mouth falling 
loosely open in absolute amazement. There was no question who they were! Her 
eyesight was not that bad! But their reason for being there was what stymied 
her, and what she was at that very moment trying to determine, along with 
the two women who had come right over after her urgent call. 

"You can believe me, girls! There's positively no doubt but what those three 
men were our husbands, and they've been in there for at least forty-five 
minutes!" the heavily made-up fat woman insidiously whispered to the pair of 
drinking staring women on either side of her. "Maybe one of you can come up 
with the reason behind their visit, but I'm certainly in the dark...." 

"Well, I'm not!" Mavis Edwards snapped, her ash-rimmed eyes beginning to 
glare as she continued to watch the blonde music teacher's house. She gulped 
at her uncut scotch and added: "I think it's about time that I told you two 
about the pantie issue and my Dickie, then you'll see why I suddenly became 
alarmed over Janice Arlen .,.!" 

Both Jenny Evans and Helen Trumble listened with rapt attention, while the 
chestnut-haired mother invectively unfolded her story, leaving no doubts in 
their minds that she suspected the curvaceous blonde of forbidden salacious 
acts. To Jenny Evans who had surmised as much and had gone so far as to 
pretend to Jan that she had actually peeked in her window and seen what was 
going on, the enlightening story was music to her ears. She had been right. 
. and the lovely blonde beauty wasn't going to find it so easy to spurn her 
advances the next time ... and there would be another time, she vowed, as 
little sensations of lustful incitement began to churn inside her. 

The effect on Helen Trumble was no less sensuously arousing, the lewd 
imaginings Mavis' tale inspired of the young blonde teacher carrying on with 
teenagers, whetting her liquor-sharpened, carnal appetite. But at the same 
time, there was a keen agitation of jealousy gnawing at her belly in the 
thought that the voluptuous girl might be seducing one or both of the two 
men in her life. Oddly enough, it wasn't her husband who held the priority 
either, but Gus Edwards, her now-and-then lover. Just what the hell were 
they doing at her house, this, or any time of the day? 

"Whatever is going on, I don't believe that I like it!" the red-headed woman 
finally said, her own pale-blue eyes beginning to angrily glow. "And I don't 
intend to sit back and wait for Frank's version of it, either!" 

Mavis watched her friend suddenly get to her feet. "Wh-what do you intend to 
do, Helen?" 

"I'm going down there and find out for myself ... and if what's going on is 
what I think it might be...!" The attractive red-head never finished her 
threat, because she wasn't quite certain what she would do. 

"And I'm going with you!" Jenny Evans said, rising unsteadily from the 
davenport. 

"A-All right. . we'll all go!" Mavis exclaimed, the thought of catching Gus 
in the act with another woman weirdly stimulating to her. "I-It's about time 
we found out just what is going on in this neighborhood...!" 

Frank Trumble couldn't restrain his little sadistic grin at Jan Arlen's 
astonished expression, followed by her soulful wail. He'd actually wormed 
his long, thick cock into her soft, warm passage no more than a begrudging 
inch. Christ, she was almost virgin-tight, a goddamned unusual delight to 
find in a grown woman! He heard Gus Edward's drunken laugh and saw Evans 
excitedly stroking his own fat, stubby prick. She hadn't had it much, he was 
sure of that, and as bad as she wanted it buried in her hot pussy right at 
that moment, he knew his entry was more than she'd bargained for. All of a 
sudden, she was twisting as she whimpered, trying to kick those gorgeous 
legs free as if to escape the unexpected torment of his impaling cock ...! 

Jan had unwittingly began to strike at him with her small fists, until his 
two naked associates easily held her arms pinioned to the bed. Dear God. . 
she had been so wrong! In her liquor-stupored desire, she had way 
over-estimated her capacity! His thick rod of hardened flesh was brutal 
beyond reason ... far too big for her small vagina! Oh Lord ... he was like 
a bull! She could never take him inside her! It. . it was ripping her tight 
channel mouth and .,. and the pain was horrible! 

"Aaauuggghh ... oohh pleaseee ... stop, my God! I-It's too big ... you're 
tearing meeee! 

Frank couldn't hold back his gross, sadistic laugh. Fuck, they had to think 
of a way to work her into their swap plans! Christ, he'd never get enough of 
her in one session! He raised up higher on his hands and flicked his hips 
once more, pressuring forward, his long, thick cock burrowing another few 
inches into her.... 

"OOuuuuuhggghh! God almighty! Unnhhh ... please stop ... take it out!" 

Harry Evans gleefully sniggered, watching wide-eyed as he continued to hold 
her arm secure and stroke himself at the same time. Damn, he couldn't 
imagine a mature girl who couldn't take any sized man. Barring his own 
sexless wife, all of the whores he had known over the years could swallow a 
tree-trunk in their over-worked cunts! He gaped as again, Frank wormed 
another inch or so into her tight, pink hole so beautifully framed with its 
golden curls between her full, wide-spread white thighs. Christ, evidently 
Gus had been right about the teenagers, and they were probably all who had 
ever fucked her! 

"Eeeiighghhh!" Jan squeaed in a high-pitched voice racked with pain. 

"So, how does it fee to have a man-sized cock inside that cunt-hole for a 
change, Miss Bitch, instead of all those boy-pricks?" Gus Edwards 
sadistically taunted her, delighting in her unhideable agony. "I don't get 
it. What seems to be the problem? A minute ago you were begging to be 
fucked," he went on, clutching at one of her rounded white breasts to knead 
the soft, yielding flesh then cruelly twist and pull at its tiny, hardened 
pink nipple. "Well,. . aren't you getting enough, yet baby?" 

"Oooohhh ... nnooo ... please stop!" Jan whimpered in breathtaking pain, 
tears beginning to flow from her glazed eyes. 

Goddamn, there was something in her voluptuously curved white body that had 
turned Frank on from the first moment he'd laid eyes on her. But he'd never 
entertained anymore than a dream of ever getting to her ... and her he was 
in a dream come true! He could still hardly believe he was wedged between 
her beautifully shaped legs, sinking his aching prick into her unbelievably 
tight pussy! Yet, it was true ... Christ yes! He had only to stare down at 
the distorted expression of torment that was slowly giving way to desire on 
her lovely face to know that it was true! Damn, the way she was holding her 
thighs raised and back once more for him, even in her agony ... and the 
twitching, biting tight lips of her stretching cunt ... shit yes, it was 
true, all right! Goddamn, he couldn't stand it any longer! 

With a quick movement, he levered himself up and pressed relentlessly into 
her, thrusting his thick length of hardened cock deep into the tightly 
resisting channel! The force of his plunge sent rippling little waves of her 
soft, pink vagina flesh before his plowing cock-head! There was no time for 
her to scream ... only to let out a choking gasp as his charging penetration 
whipped her breath away.... 

Jan convulsively jerked from the painfully erotic shock of his huge cock 
racing into her belly. It filled her like a pregnant mare, she vaguely 
reasoned amidst the array of scintilizing explosions of pleasureful torment 
flitting sensually through her brain. She could feel the hardened thick 
length of it hotly throbbing and flexing inside her, smoothing out every 
crevice and secret fold her tight passage possessed! She feared to breathe! 
Fervent pain stabbed with tingling sensations from her toes to her scalp, 
but most intensive from her knees to her buttocks and through her soft loins 
and quivering belly. God, he was actually in her all the way! She couldn't 
help but wonder if he'd torn something! Her unbelievable expanded pussy was 
trying to adjust. . if-if that were possible, she thought, as the 
masochistic fermentations began to strongly mount inside her once more. 

"Damnit, Frank, roll her over!" Gus Edwards drunkenly ordered. "I've waited 
long enough! Come on, pull out of her for a minute...!" 

Frank did, but reluctantly, while Jan opened her eyes in a drugged glaze of 
unexplainable disappointment, her liquor-drenched mind whirling in drunken 
confusion. Then, they were manhandling her naked body again, rolling her 
unresistingly over on the bed. 

Her soft buttocks quivered as Gus Edwards moved down and separated her long 
legs, assuming the position between them that Frank Trumble had commanded, 
spreading them widely and obscenely apart. Jan's brain fought for control 
over the stupifying effects of the vodka, until she finally begged: "Oooo 
... please ... don't? Ohhhh God ... please?" 

She tried to squirm away but it was simple for Frank and Harry Evans to hold 
her, and the bald attorney drily swallowed at the sight of the big dentist's 
huge hand running upward along the smooth, white flesh of her sensitive 
inner thighs. Then, he saw it reach the wet, pink crevice of her cunt that 
Frank had already stretched open, its fingers drawing teasingly through the 
moistened, velvety folds, and on up to the deeper crevice between the white 
mounds of her rounded buttocks. Finally, the big man put both hands to use 
in pressuring outward against the smoothly ovaled cheeks, parting them to 
expose thn tiny puckered hole of her pink anus nestled so goddamned 
defenselessly between. The smooth cleft was so deep and inviting that Harry 
trembled in his building, lustful excitement, and he clutched his throbbing 
cock tighter. 

The attorney's bugging eyes were only inches from Jan Arlen's trembling 
naked buttocks, and he watched in lewd fascination as the curvaceous blonde 
girl moaned, trying to hold closed the rounded white mounds against Gus' 
strong, probing hands. Of course, it was useless. With a sadistic snigger, 
the dentist ground his fingers into the tender, satiny-like flesh and she 
quickly gave in with an anxious cry of pain, relaxing them to let him have 
his way. 

Frank Trumble stared in flannel-throated lust as Gus Edwards pressed 
downward with a thick middle-finger at the raised pink ring of her sensitive 
anus. The blonde music teacher lurched and cried out at the sudden abusive 
invasion into her tight, spongy rectum; both he and Harry had to increase 
their hold on her, and again she whined as the thick finger probed lewdly 
into her resisting passage, sinking to the first knuckle-joint in the hot, 
rubbery hole. 

"Aaaugggg ... stop ... stop!" Jan gaspingly choked, fighting back by 
clenching her buttocks as tightly as she could. 

"Open your ass!" Open it, you baby-sucking cunt!" Gus foully snarled, 
thrusting mercilessly downward against the useless resistance she was 
putting up. Abruptly, his impaling finger plunged into the pried-open, 
elasticised channel to the palm of his big hand! She pitifully wailed her 
objection, yet nevertheless, relaxed the tensed naked mounds in complete 
surrender as she chewed at her lush lower-hp until she could taste the 
saltiness of her own blood. 

Jesus Christ! He couldn't do it, Frank drunkenly reasoned. Gus could never 
worm his thick cock into that tiny hole! He licked lustfully at his thin 
lips, watching as the dentist began to massage his lengthy rod of hardness 
in one hand while the other continued to rout and plunge the invading finger 
into her defenseless little asshole. 

"What the hell...." the real-estate broker unintentionally mumbled as he 
watched the lewd sight of Gus' finger obscenely stretching the inflaming 
baby-like mouth in preparation for the impossible entry he had in mind.... 

In drunken and unqualified emotions, Jan had helplessly felt strong hands 
opening the soft, quivering cheeks of her naked buttocks, prying them 
further apart. Reflexively, she had tried to clutch them together, but it 
was impossible beneath those hands. God, she had never felt more obscenely 
naked and exposed as she did at that moment before their lust-filled eyes. 
Then, as the unrelenting hands continued to force her buttocks apart, she 
felt the cooler air against their hotly perspiring inner-sides, and 
abruptly, the new pain from his salacious intrusion into her nether-hole had 
begun! Automatically, her muscle reaction had attempted to close against the 
depraved invasion, but instead she'd found her clutching passage gripping 
snugly at his licentious finger ...! 

"Fuck! Look at that luscious asshole work, gentlemen! What did I tell you! 
You ever see anything like that?" she heard Gus Edwards expound in drunken 
excitement. 

"Come on, Gus, make a little haste, will you?" Harry Evans impatiently 
pressed. 'This cock of mine, though smaller than you over-endowed studs, is 
nonetheless ready to split at its aching seams!" 

Gus chuckled at the attorney's words, then said: "Let's not get over-anxious 
and forget our basic goal, Harry. We want to be damned sure that our 
kid-sucking queen her really benefits from having three cocks crammed into 
her at the same time, don't we? After all, you'll agree that she's earned 
it?" he bitterly added. He thrust his finger into her unprotected, rubbery 
channel to the palm of his big hand again and again, causing her to 
chokingly grunt from deep in her chest. Unmercifully, he drubbed and sawed 
in and out of her vulnerably exposed anus, lewdly stretching the virginal 
passage with no feeling of mercy. 

Because she could do nothing else, Jan gave herself to the lascivious act in 
resigned surrender. If only she could faint, or if they would just beat her 
outright ... kill her ... whatever ... but she was so drunkenly conscious 
and masochistically confused! One moment she was alive inside with 
incredible sensations of unknown passion, and the next, stricken with shamed 
torment! And now, worse than all, she could see all of their luridly naked 
reflections in her vanity mirror! 

She lay prostrate on her stomach, completely at their mercy, Gus Edwards' 
powerful legs kneed between her own wide-spread thighs, forcing then lewdly 
open to reveal her accessible, naked genitals to all of them. She couldn't 
help but stare in mounting anxiety at the mirror when she saw him point the 
uncircumcised purple head of his hardened penis, aiming it directly at her 
crinkled little hole he had so lustfully stretched with his thick finger! 

Once more, he spread her yielding buttocks wide apart with his thumbs, 
levering further up over her and slowly drawing the moistened, bulbous head 
of his fleshy hardness between her wet tactile cunt-lips. She lurched at the 
erotic contact, her muscles tensing when he lay the entire length of his 
long, thick cock into the smoothly opened crevice of her ass. It's tip was 
poised at her snugly cringing anus, and she stared, stiffened in tautened 
dread. He maneuvered himself higher, working his hips forward, guiding the 
huge fiery-tipped knob directly at the tiny flexing hole ...! 

"You'll never forget this, Miss Bitch!" he hissed down at her breathless 
form "Lend yourself to it, cunt, because its going to last a long ti!" 

Jan felt his harsh hands smoothing over the soft flesh of her neck, 
shoulders and back, then beneath her to once again maul the erogenous mounds 
of her full, sensitive breasts. 

Oh God ... if it were only possible to scream out for help ... but she knew 
that it was not. There was nothing to do, but endure it. .! Inevitably, she 
felt the pressure of his massive cockhead ... sensed it pressing 
tormentingly against the ring of her tiny, inflamed anus! She caught at her 
breath and gaped with glazed eyes into the mirror to see the hardened rod of 
flesh burst salaciously beyond her tightly resisting sphincter as she felt 
the splitting, painful sensation! Uncontrollably, she gasped out, but more 
from the sight than the feel, as she saw the small opening obscenely 
stretching to slip over his massive cock like a tightly sheathing sleeve, 
absorbing the first inches of his heavy, sodomising cock! 

Spontaneously, the foreign torment spread through her like a raging fire! 
She saw his triumphant grin of lust at the others just before he thrust his 
thick hips sadistically downward, burrowing a good half of the turgid, 
fleshy rod into the defenseless channel of her chaste rectum! 

"Aaauuu ... ooouugghh .,. . myyy Godd!" Jan frantically strangled out, 
violently squirming and flailing her curvaceous body in its undefinable 
sensation of painful stimulation. Her lush white buttocks spasmed beneath 
his sodomizing assault, her every move and convulsive jerk impaling his huge 
cock deeper into her stretching ass-channel! 

"Go on, bitch! I love it this way!" Gus taunted. "Hold the cunt, gentlemen 
... just let her ass and hips move!" 

Jan whimpered out her weird pleasureful pain once more as the dentist forced 
her defenseless naked buttocks upward toward his impaling cock by clawing at 
the curve of her hips. His knees moved further in between her long legs to 
push them farther apart, spreading her yielding ass-cheeks even more to help 
his unending thick cock in its depraved tunneling into her grotesquely 
stretched rear passage. She sensed the uncontrollable tears hotly spilling 
from her eyes as the insane, erotic agony grew more intense, causing 
fantastic waves of sensual paroxysm to wildly rage within! Again, she looked 
at the mirror to see the lust-fumed faces of Frank Trumble and Harry Evans 
moving closer to observe the thick rod of Gus' hardness worming its way with 
animal relentlessness into the vulnerable channel of her helplessly expanded 
rectum ... ,until it'was unbelievably sunk to its thick, lengthy hilt! 

She stopped jerking and struggling, realizing in a vague panicky incitement, 
that the lust-infusing torment was excruciating enough when she remained 
still! To move made it momentarily unbearable ... and there was no way to 
resist the perverted assault of these beasts whose only desire was to 
satisfy their sadistic passions! The agony, though unbelievable, was not 
insufferable, but in God's name, she couldn't imagine why! That she could 
feel any sensual arousal from such an obscene defilement was beyond belief 
... but she did ... God, yes ... she did! 

She could intricately feel the huge, solid intrusion poling into her back 
there, chafing and rubbing to a hot flame the tender raw flesh as he began 
to saw in and out of her. His hands gripped her rounded hips with a numbing 
pressure as he thrust into the depths of her unprotected rectum, each 
violent plunge raising a choking grunt from deep in her throat. She felt her 
face bathed with her tears as he pommeled between her obscenely spread 
buttocks in longer, smoother strokes, shoving the entire length of his long, 
thick cock right up her ass until she could feel his sperm-bloated balls 
slapping noisily against the exposed pink flesh of her wet pussy'. 

"How do you like it, Miss Bitch?" Gus hoarsely panted. "Can you taste it 
yet, or would you like a little more?" 

Oh God ... she couldn't speak ... just to breathe was a gasping effort! 
Then, in the mirror, she saw Frank Trumble moving around on the bed behind 
her, his eyes luridly gaping at the depraved union. She saw his hand 
reaching toward her, then hungrily clutching one of her full hanging 
breasts. The same hand brushed hotly down her naked body, greedily massaging 
and kneading the soft white flesh until she wondered if he was losing his 
mind in his drunken lust. 

"Goddamn, Gus ... turn her back over! I got to get into her!" he rasped at 
the dentist who was hypnotically concentrating on the thin pink ridges of 
inflamed flesh that pulled out from her grotesquely stretched anus each time 
he withdrew his thick, pulsating rod of hardness. 

Ooohhh ... now, it was coming ... further defilement. . and there was 
nothing she could do to stop them! The-the three, of them at once, they had 
said, and she vaguely remembered it now in her liquor-hazed brain! 
Impossible ... they'd kill her for sure...! Suddenly, Gus Edwards was 
squeezing his powerful hands into the sensitive flesh of her hips and 
tumbling them both backwards, his huge cock still buried in her forever 
stretched rectum! 

Jan groaned out her misery when he lifted her naked body as if she were 
weightless, drawing her back on top of him while he stretched out beneath 
her. The position brought her smooth hollowed back down against his hairy 
chest and stomach, her long legs licentiously splayed on the outer sides of 
his, while his huge, throbbing cock remained fused in its entirity to the 
very depths of her bowels. 

"Ooooo ... have some mercy ... please? Don't ... don't?" Jan pleaded in an 
unheeded, whimpering voice as Frank Trumble crawled up over her. Quickly, he 
forced his strong legs between hers and the dentist's, thrusting her full 
thighs even further apart and grasping his jerking, hard cock to guide it 
into the wet, open channel of her defenseless, exposed vagina again. 

"Baby, I couldn't stop if someone paid me a million bucks!" he lustfully 
hissed down into her tear-stained face. "It's the most luscious cunt I've 
ever fucked...!" 

"Aaaugghh ... stop it,. . stop! Are ... are you trying to k-kill me...?" she 
pitifully cried out, her breathing catching in her throat. She felt his 
long, thick cock slither up into her moist, cringing channel until his 
cum-inflated balls smack solidly against the wedged open cheeks of her 
buttocks to join the other raping penis imbedded deep in her ass! God, at 
the very least they were going to drive her mad! No woman could endure such 
punishment ... caught between two drunken, lust-filled men who were 
mercilessly fucking her at the same time, their hardened, angry cocks thrust 
beyond reason into her helpless, naked body, with only the slightest wall of 
tissue between her passages separating their thick, charging penises! If. . 
if only she could faint ... anything!" 

Harry Evans watched in a mesmerized, lascivious excitement all his own. He 
stroked his fat, aching cock while he stared at Frank fucking into her 
glistening, wet cunt with fury. At the same time Gus' hairy loins plunged up 
and down, lifting them ah off the bed ... in and out of her inflamed, lewdly 
stretched asshole with wild, powerful strokes. He gaped until they finally 
reached a cadence that buffetted her smoothly between them, and the 
dual-fucked, blonde lovely lay sandwiched limply to their frenzied 
ravishment of her voluptuous, naked body. 

Damn, it was unquestionably the most lust-inciting spectacle he had ever 
seen! His fat, middle-aged face was a mere inches from the pair of wet, 
thick cocks racing into Jan's stretched canals like a pair of lubricated 
pistons. His eyes excitedly bugged at the lengthy rods of thick hardness 
that were moistened from her own cuntal secretions, insanely fucking into 
her in harmonious rhythm. The frayed pink edges of her inner cunt being 
extracted by Frank's cock on the backstroke, to vanish inside once more when 
he thrust into her, lustfully fascinated him. The same lewd action was 
visible from Gus' thick rod of hardness sucking down out of her, tugging the 
clinging inflamed ridges of her clasping asshole with it, then fluidly 
disappearing as he lunged up into her until his heavy balls were wedge in 
the smooth cleft between her soft, white buttocks. Goddamn, he just couldn't 
sit by and watch any longer! He had to have a piece of her, too ...! 

Quickly, he stacked two pillows, then dropped down on his side on top of 
them, his stiff, throbbing cock even with Jan's liquor-slackened face. 

Though totally debased and near out of her mind, Jan erotically rolled her 
head back and forth on Gus Edward's thick, hairy chest, while his big hands 
tightly clutched at the soft resilient flesh of her swollen breasts. She 
felt only a great heat and splitting at her super-defiled loins, and every 
part of her seemed to be at those two burning channels they were lustfully 
stretching between her legs. Her lush lips opened and closed in confused 
emotions, and abruptly, she felt a hand brutally entwining in her long 
blonde-hair! It jerked her face to one side, and then there were fingers at 
her soft lips, prying open her mouth, a wet, spongy substance rubbing 
against them. Numbly she focused her eyes to see Harry's fat, hardened penis 
forcing its way into her mouth! 

Unresistingly, Jan allowed him to open her lips and slide his stiff, thick 
cock into the liquid heat of her mouth. God, she nebulously reasoned, at 
least this was one perversion she was completely familiar with ... and not 
wholly adverse to. She felt it glide along the length of her tongue, filling 
her mouth with its hot, throbbing hardness. If. . if only he would be 
half-way human about it! But instead, he firmly held to her head with his 
hand wound in her long hair and began to furiously pump into her face! She 
gagged as he shot the thick, rubbery head to the back of her throat, then 
down, its full length nearly disappearing between her educated, ovaled lips. 
She struggled for breath, catching small gasps of air on his outstrokes! 

Dear God ... had there ever been such punishing retribution on any one human 
being ... if she could any longer consider herself human? They were 
buffeting her amongst them like a back-alley whore, with ever intention of 
using her vulnerable, naked body as a human disposal for their drunken, 
lust-filled sperm ... and the longer it went on the more pronounced the 
masochistic sensations became inside her! 

The very helplessness of her lewd position as they obscenely raped her at 
every bodily entrance was erotically exciting her further with each passing 
second. She visualized each one, and all three, fucking into her together, 
until suddenly, a low, wanton moan escaped her ovaly clasping lips around 
Harry Evans' hardened cock pumping into her mouth. Reflexively, she began to 
undulate her lush, white buttocks while squeezing with her cunt and rectal 
muscles at the long, thick penises thrusting in heated rhythm into her 
seething passages. 

She found herself sucking more voraciously at the fat man's cock, her cheeks 
following and bloating with building licentious hunger. Suddenly, she was 
delighting in the exploring of its ridges and wrinkles as her wet little 
tongue feverishly licked at the blood-inflated head, the tip hotly probing 
into the tiny slit at its end. She felt with warm, gentle hands until she 
found his cum-swollen balls, eagerly cupping, then beginning to milk them 
with knowing tenderness. 

At the same time, Jan felt her hips of their own volition moving back and 
downward against Gus' thick, upthrusting cock that was racing up her 
stretched, tingling rectum; then ahead to meet and absorb Frank's 
blugeon-headed length of pulsating hardness which was plunging into her 
seethingly wet cunt! All sense of moral decency was obliterated from her 
brain in the sudden wave of ecstatic, masochistic sensations that were 
ravenously consuming her. Nothing mattered any longer only the wonderful 
stiff cocks wildly fucking into her, and she began to whorishly rock to 
their delicious attack, while she sucked Harry Evans' throbbing prick with 
avidly mounting passion! 

God ... as always, she wanted it to shoot into her mouth ... to swallow the 
scalding hot cum and feel it dribbling down her throat ... filling her 
quivering belly as those two long rods of pulsating cock-flesh racing into 
her would fill her steaming cunt and bizzarely stretched rectum . .,! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Jenny Evans rang the doorbell a second time and the three women stood 
together waiting, none of them actually expecting their summons to be 
answered. For a long moment they were silent, exchanging nothing but 
expression which were saying more than a barrage of words. At last, Helen 
pushed forward, to speak what the others were thinking. 

"I don't intend leaving here without satisfying my mind, ladies," the 
attractive red-head determinedly said. "Are you with me?" 

"Y-Yes...."Mavishesitantly answered. 

"Of course, we're with you, Helen!" the parrot-nosed Jenny Evans firmly 
snapped. "Open the door, dear ... if it isn't locked...." 

"I-It isn't, Helen replied, letting her voice drop to a near-whisper as the 
barrier gave inward before her. She hesitated, then cautiously moved inside 
for several feet into the empty living room. 

"That's th p studio over there,'. Mavis hissed, pointing toward the opened 
door and darkened room. 'There's no one there, either...." 

"Listen . .,!" Jenny Evans ordered, laying a quieting hand on Helen's arm. 
"Do you hear sounds..?" 

Both, in fact, all three did ... gasping and flesh-like slapping noises that 
were coming from down the hallway! 

"The bedrooms!" Helen hoarsely whispered, immediately leading the way as the 
commotion grew more audibly vivid to their approach, until they knew which 
room it was coming from before they stepped in front of the open doorway. 

Helen was the first to peek, her excitement racing through her in pulsing 
blood-rushes that were pounding in her own ears ... And then, she saw them! 
Automatically, her hand went to her mouth to stiffle the gasp of utter shock 
the awe-stricken salacious spectacle sent furiously charging through her! 
She withdrew her head and stood gaping at the ceiling in utter disbelief, 
trying to index the naked images in their obscene acts as her mind had 
pictured it in that brief matter of seconds! It was almost as if she dare 
not look again ... yet, she knew she was going to! My God, there was no 
question! The girl was ... was,.,, taking all three of them at once! 

"What is it...? Are they there?" Mavis hissed, managing to move out and 
around the red-head to see for herself. 

She, too, froze and covered her mouth with her hand, the effect of the four 
perspiring, naked white bodies fused together in a lurid, dovetailed 
conglomeration of sexual debauchery, whipping her breath away. But she 
didn't shy back; instead she gaped at her stripped husband's lewd position 
at the bottom of the De Sade-like, nakedly stacked bodies, his huge penis 
pistoning in and out of Jan Arlen's heaving white buttocks! My God ... he 
had its thick, hardened length thrust right up her ... her ... rectum! 

Jenny Evans hadn't waited for a turn to observe what she'd already surmised 
was a sexual carnival. She moved directly in front of the door and stood 
there, actually mesmerized by their lascivious orgy! It was not her nature 
to make outbursts, or lose control of herself in a crisis; her keen brain 
was too analytical. But at that specific moment, the voluptuous white body 
of the naked blonde music teacher commanded the aroused attention of all her 
senses. S-She was even more beautiful than the imaginings her brain had 
conjured in its secret moments! And ... and ... she was actually mouthing 
Harry's vile cock! W-What a horror for such a lovely creature to endure, she 
thought, even as her small eyes locked in fascination on her lush, ovaled 
lips clasping tightly around its thrusting hardness! Though she knew it was 
done, Jenny'd never see it, nor even considered it as an act a normal woman 
would lower herself to ... yet, there was a sensually inspiring tingle in 
her belly at the sight of it! 

Helen couldn't restrain her gasp of arousal as she brought her eyes back 
onto the obscene circus taking place on the bed. Though she had entered the 
house vindictively prepared to show her wrath, regardless of what they 
found, the sensual picture of the young curvaceous beauty giving her soft 
white body to all three of them simultaneously was rapidly unnerving her. 
Yet, she couldn't believe that Janice Arlen was that much of a wanton to 
make a practice of such acts. 

My God, what must it be like ... to be fucked by three men at every entrance 
at the same time! Agony ... bliss? 

The attractive red-head sensed a tremble rippling upward along her calves 
and thighs to shiver through her. And ... and to have Gus' cock shoved deep 
in her ass, she lustfully thought as she stared at his familiar, long, thick 
hardness tunneling upward into the naked girl's straining nether-hole! God, 
she was getting wet between her own legs just watching and ... and longing 
... Why ... why hadn't she ever made him do that to her? 

Their erotic, gasping moans and straining contortions had swept Mavis into a 
hypnotically staring trance. To see three lustful men pouring their passions 
into one, lone, defenseless girl had triggered wild sensations of arousal to 
spiral through her. Already, she was heatedly moist between her thighs at 
the sight of their combined, lewd nakedness and licentious acts ... but it 
was Jan's sucking of Harry's cock that was intensively firing her! 

My God ... it was true! She'd always wanted to suck a man until his cum 
spewed into her mouth! Yes, she had, hadn't she! Oh Frank ... I want to suck 
your cock ... yours ...! 

"Uuuummhh ... uuummhh!" Jan's full-mouthed moan brought all three of the 
incited onlookers to abrupt and unmoving silence. 

Oh yes ... yes ... ,Jan sensed as Harry's cock suddenly began to swell in 
her mouth and she wildly pulled at it. The rod of pulsating hardness 
exploded then as he vilely cursed. It gushed forth thick streams of creamy, 
pungent liquid into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting, while 
she swallowed to keep from choking on the continual spurts spewing 
ceaselessly from its jerking tip! 

Every wife in that fervently entranced audience watched as Jan drank his 
sperm in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the 
ejaculating organ so as not to lose even a drop of the fiery liquid! 

Jenny couldn't have stopped herself had she wanted to, nor could Mavis have 
pushed her hand away! The chestnut-haired woman felt it slipping up beneath 
her skirt and along her quivering hot thigh. She actually spread her legs to 
make it easier for the fat woman to tug her nylon-panties one side and sink 
a finger into her hot, wet cunt! 

Helen watched Harry Evans fall away from the naked blonde-girl, staring at 
the small, viscid droplets seeping from the corners of her mouth, Harry's 
shrinking cock slithering uselessly from her still sucking lips. The thin, 
sticky strings of his white sperm that were stretching from them to his 
pulling away, flaccid cock, was what nearly tipped her over. But when she 
turned to see Jenny Evans fingering Mavis beneath her uplifted skirt, the 
latter's legs wide-spread, the red-head couldn't control herself. She began 
to pull at her clothing! 

. . I don't know what you two are going to do ... but I'm going to join this 
wild party!" she gasped, ignoring them as she tore her blouse away. "They've 
got what I want ... and I'm going to get some ... in fact, all I can take 
... and to hell with Shale Canyon and everybody in it!" 

"Oh shit!" Harry Evans choked in non-honeyed words as he recognized their 
audience. "Our wives. . it's our wives, gentlemen!" 

Both men gaped toward the women in the doorway, but had they been carrying 
loaded weapons at that point, their husbands would never have stopped. Then, 
Gus managed: All right, all right ... you've caught us cold ... and it won't 
do any good to tell the story behind it ... so ... so why the hell don't you 
join us, ladies? Let's inaugerate our swap-deal right here and now! Come on 
Mavis, baby, let's get naked and with it! You'll never be sorry...!" 

Jan, in her own overwhelming sensuality, could have been less concerned by 
the presence of the newcomers. "Ooo ... yes!" she began to hoarsely chant in 
the litany of the enraptured as she continued to respond in kind to each 
lunge into her steaming pussy and feverishly seared rectum. Furious, they 
became, fucking her mercilessly, with she giving them back in wantonness 
every burning stroke they delivered into her, until all three began to groan 
in an unintelligible maze of animalish, sexual abandon!" 

"Aaahhhh ... fuck me ... fuck me...! I can feel both of your cocks ramming 
into me! Ooohhh ... faster ... harder ... please?" the three, now naked, 
wives heard Jan lustfully beg as they excitedly crowded onto the edges of 
the bed to watch the voluptuous girl in her lewd position urging them on. 

While both Helen and Mavis inched closer, almost leaning over them in their 
intensively aroused desires, Jenny Evans dropped to her knees behind the 
partially bent-over form of the chestnut-haired Mavis to spread open with 
her hands the other's full white thighs and smoothly rounded buttocks. Mavis 
couldn't hold in her little sensuous gasp at the heated touch of Jenny's 
hands parting her willing legs and sensitive buttocks; nor could she resist 
bending further and pressing her hips back at the woman to help expose her 
incited cunt. She gasped out a second time when she felt Jenny's thumbs 
against the flushed lips of her hot, wet pussy, gently pressuring them open 
... and finally her moist, fiery tongue flicking into the damp, tingling 
crevice! 

"Harderrr ... give it to me ... ooohhh fuck mee . fuck meee!" Jan luridly 
begged as Helen Trumble watched her husband and lover's maddening ravishment 
of Jan's fervently undulating loins. There was no question but what the 
curvaceous girl was rapidly moving toward a vortex of cyclonic ecstasy, and 
the attractive, naked red-head couldn't resist the urge to smooth her hand 
down over her own soft belly through the silken, aburnish curls to dip her 
finger between the tingling lips of her wet, stimulated cunt. 

Though he had already emptied his sac of its vital semen, Harry Evans sensed 
his flaccid cock beginning to re-harden as he watched his fat wife lewdly 
eating Mavis Edwards lustfully presented cunt. He'd never known it for a 
fact, but he had always entertained the feeling that his Jenny leaned that 
way. Goddamn, and now that he was certain, wasn't that a blessing for him 
though? From now on he wouldn't have to pretend. Hell, he'd bring a couple 
of whores, or whoever, right into the house ... one for each of them! And 
then, he looked at Helen Trumble's fetching, naked curves in her arched 
observer's position, the sight of her fingers sunk in her own pink, wet cunt 
sending a jolt of stiffening-blood into his thick cock! Quickly, he 
scampered fro the bed and around it to come up behind the red-head. 

'it's only me, Helen!" he said, catching a hold on her curved white hips and 
attempting to lever them back toward his now poling cock. "Just old Harry 
coming to your obvious need! Bend over a little further, baby, and spread 
those lush thighs! This future judge is going to give you a little 
initiating fuck while you watch the show. Sound tempting?" 

Helen sensed a quivering sensation of excitement ripple through her at the 
intimate feel of the fat man's warm hands clutching at her naked hips. She 
didn't hesitate at his lascivious invitation, but instead, thrust her full 
buttocks back at him as she spread her legs and reached with the hand that 
was wet with her cuntal secretions to grasp his hot, swollen hardness. 

"Yesss, Harry ... you're a life-saver," she hissed back at him. "God, I'm so 
hot! Fuck me, darling ... fuck me gooooddd!" 

Out of the corner of her eye as she voraciously licked and sucked at Mavis' 
deliciously steaming pussy, Jenny Evans watched her lawyer-husband move up 
behind Helen's lovely, stooped nakedness. She saw the red-head grasp the fat 
length of his swollen cock and insert its purple head in the mouth of her 
pink, moistened cunt; then, as he lunged forward, Helen's lush buttocks 
charged backwards, grunts of pleasureful delight escaping both of them when 
it wetly rushed up into her! Excitedly, she licked and sucked at the liquid 
flesh of Mavis' hot pussy, while she stared at Harry wildly fucking into 
Helen's working white buttocks from behind, her own hand plunging down 
between her trembling thighs to finger the damp crevice of her burning cunt! 

To Jan in her insane, building climax, it seemed to go on forever ... the 
mounting, inimitable bliss of it. . the hands gripping and clutching at her 
as she lay completely and exotically impaled from the above and below! Her 
dazed brain reeled in a world of unparalleled sensations ... nothing else 
mattered but the tremendous pressure about to ecstatically burst inside 
her!" 

"NNooowww!" she wailed. "Please,. . together ... cum in me together! Oh God 
fill me ... fill me! Ooohhh ... I'm cuumminnnnggg!" 

Gus Edwards blurted out obscenities and simultaneously, Jan felt the thick, 
boiling liquid of his ejaculating sperm deep up into her rectal channel as 
her own orgasm seized her like an erotically clutching fist, sending unique 
spasms of pleasure rocketing through her! She could feel every throbbing 
contraction of his hardened, thick cock as it jerked out its load of 
scalding jism deep up into her very bowels! Then, Frank howled a vile oath 
and grunted savagely, while Jan pulled her thighs back as high and wide-open 
as she could, her breathing heaving from her lungs! His pumping cock began 
spitting its thick jets of hot semen into the hidden recesses of her 
quivering belly, her own orgasmic flow blending and puddling with his, an 
almost frantic convulsion of enchantment overwhelming her! 

All of this, Mavis watched in a near-mesmerized wave of sensual captivation. 
She had never see another girl in the throes of love-making, not even by one 
man, say nothing of three! It's effect on her was beyond any ordinary erotic 
stimulation she could imagine ... it was lustfully mind-shattering! Her 
fire-filled loins and belly churned with surges of pyramiding desire that 
Jenny Evans' hot, lashing tongue could never satisfy, though she was 
uncontrollably reveling in the woman's sucking and licking! Passionately, 
she thrust her spread-open cunt back at her friend's immersed face while she 
watched Frank's deflating cock feebly slop from the gasping blonde-girl's 
flooded vagina. He rolled toward her onto his back, until the glistening, 
limp length of his thick penis was directly below her and he sighed in 
close-eyed exhaustion. 

Had Gus been standing over her with a gun, Mavis couldn't have resisted. The 
delicious spectacle of his wet, Umber cock lying lifeless only inches below 
her was more of a temptation than she could withstand. Palpitations of 
flaming lust sped through her as she lay her hands on the hot, muscled flesh 
of his upper thigh and the soft, hairy warmth of his belly, then leaned down 
until her extended pink tongue was excitedly licking the cunt-wet length of 
his soft cock, from its base to the purple tip peeking from the fleshy 
sleeve of its enshrouding foreskin! 

Helen, caught up in the rousing sensation of Harry fucking into her from 
behind in a wanton performance that she'd never even visualized in her most 
lewd moments, fastened her pale-blue, lust-filled eyes on the sight of Gus 
lifting Jan Arlen bodily off him. Her point of vision was focused on his 
supple cock pulling from the girl's stretched rectum with a moist, sucking 
sound, until the naked beauty lay unmoving, her lovely long legs 
licentiously spread to the cool air brushing at her fulfilled loins. Her own 
tiny anus eagerly tingled as she thought of the forbidden delight that the 
blonde girl's had just known. God she wanted that! She wanted Gus to 
sodomize her! 

Wild, desire-filled sensations raced through the stooped-over red-head as 
she visualized the lewd entrancement of it, Harry Evan's thick, stubby cock 
enhancing her thoughts as he feverishly fucked into her. But his short 
length of swollen hardness would never satisfy her, she knew; already it was 
beginning to meaningly pulsate, his strokes quickening as he clutched 
tightly to the soft flesh of her backward-thrusting buttocks. She knew he 
was going to cum long before he dug his nails into the rounded arches of her 
undulating hips, and she clutched her cuntal muscles at his thrusting cock, 
hungrily milking it until he began to curse and fuck harder. Then, he shot 
it into her, an unbelievable loat of hot, spurting cum that she wouldn't 
have considered possible from a man of his age on his second orgasm in such 
a short time! Frantically, she thrust her wide-spread buttocks and clutching 
cunt back onto his spitting cock, wanting every drop of his sperm in her 
seething, unfulfilled cunt and belly! 

Realization had already probed beyond the veil of liquor-haze and expended 
lust within Jan. She had raised her lovely blonde head to look around and 
survey the wild orgy taking place in her bedroom. She was too spent to be 
awed, yet something of that nature rippled through her. Along with that came 
the knowledge that she was home free! There wasn't any way these people 
could ever hurt her ... not now! Was there...? She better be more sure! She 
started to sit up and heard Helen Trumble say: 

"I-I want you to do it, Gus! I want you ... you to fuck me in the ass ... 
the way you did to Jan!" 

"Christ," the big man grunted, his limp cock giving a little stir of 
approval. "I'll be happy to accommodate you, love, the very minute we get 
some starch back in this lazy fellow." 

"Maybe I can help," Jan said, rolling toward him and reaching for his cock 
to fondle and stroke as Harry's spent penis slipped out of Helen and he 
stumbled backwards falling into a chair. 

The attractive red-head crawled onto the bed then to join them, immediately 
reaching down to caress Gus' balls while Jan patiently worked his long, 
thick rod of flesh back into a state of solid hardness. 

"There," Jan said, as Gus watched the two naked girls manipulating his 
straining cock as if it belonged to them rather than him. "That ought to do 
the job nicely for you, dear ... but maybe you better get up on your knees 
and let me get you ready, too.." 

Helen glanced at Jan and saw the sensuous sparkle coming to life once more 
in the naked blonde's beautiful eyes, and a further ripple of excitement 
raced through her. She wasn't exactly certain what Jan meant, but she 
intended to find out as she quickly did what the other suggested. 

Gus watched open-mouthed while Helen with a little shudder, quickly moved 
around on the bed, then Jan got onto her hands and knees behind her, slowly 
moving her lovely face in toward the other's quivering, rounded white 
buttocks. Crazy jolts of lust began to gnaw at his belly and loins at the 
sight, his heavy cock achingly throbbing. 

Jan stared at the voluptuous sight of Helen's white nakedness lewdly 
kneeling before her and expectantly waiting, an unfamiliar sensation of 
lustful excitement spurring her on. They were lush and ovaled, white mounds 
of inviting flesh, the blonde-girl feverishly thought, and she could see the 
tiny, hairless opening of raised flesh as Helen lowered her shoulders to the 
bed, thrusting the enticing area back at her. Jan's eyes dropped to the wet 
crevice of her cunt with its auburnish hair-lined lips still pinkly opened 
from Harry's cock, drops of their mixed cum clinging to the raw flesh. She 
moved forward as if drawn by a powerful magnet, until the musky, perfumed 
scent reached her nostrils and she lashed out with her tiny tongue, going 
down deep toward Helen's trembling, little clitoris. 

While Gus watched in lustful fascination, Jan tongue-fucked the moaning 
Helen's cum-moistened pussy before traveling up the satin-smooth crevice 
separating her full, white buttocks to the crinkled mouth of her tiny anus. 
She then began to lick and probe at the little brownish hole, finally 
inserting a gentle finger while Helen's ass-mouth seemed to suck it right 
inside her. Then, the naked blonde teacher introduced a second finger, as 
Helen's yielding buttocks ground back onto them.... 

"She's ready now," Jan said, excitedly looking at Gus. "Doesn't it look 
inviting, though?" 

"Shit ... I think I'm going to blow my fucking mind!" Gus choked out as he 
struggled to his knees and Jan slipped her fingers from the red-head's tiny 
working rectum and caught hold of his thrusting cock. With her other hand, 
she reached around Helen's full, white thigh to tenderly finger her wet 
pussy. 

"Now, when I press it open, you push, Darling," Jan ordered him, worming the 
tip of his swollen cock into the little pink hole of Helen's ass. "Now, 
lover, shove! That's it ... harder...!" 

Gus hardly needed any instructions at this game, he thought, lunging his 
hips forward to drive his thick cock deep up into the sucking, hot channel 
of Helen's rectum and raising a guttural, deep-chested grunt from her. 

"Ooooo ... oh God ... ooohh!" she chanted as he began to saw into her. "Ohhh 
... yes ... yes fuck it, Darling fuck it good!" she went on, beginning to 
thrust her impaled buttocks wildly back at him .,. . 

While Jan watched in mounting, re-fired desire, she suddenly became aware 
that someone was spreading her legs open and she rolled onto her back to see 
the heavy, naked body of Jenny Evans moving onto the bed between them. Oddly 
enough, the woman's presence and what she intended to do, no longer reviled 
Jan, and receptively, she spread her full thighs wide, drawing them back to 
give the fat woman open access to her hot, wet loins. 

"Yes ... yes ... lick and suck it for me!" the blonde girl moaned, as beside 
them, Gus Edwards fucked wildly into Helen Trumble's heaving, white 
buttocks. Then, she saw Mavis Edwards and Frank Trumble on the floor, she on 
top of him and sucking his swollen cock, while he cupped her full buttocks 
and nestled his face into her wet loins.... 

And Harry Evans snored in a drunken, exhausted sleep, his fat naked body 
stretched out in her boudoir chair.... 

Ooooo ... what a beautiful orgy it was, Jan swimmingly thought, to the 
delightful mouthing of her cunt that Jenny Evans was administering! And it 
would never end ... never! This was only the beginning, she vaguely 
reasoned, knowing in her sensually excited brain that she would still have 
her little darlings, too, when she wanted them, as well as Ken, whom she was 
going to marry! 

Yes, Shale Canyon was going to be a wonderful place to live after all, and 
there was little doubt in her mind that amongst Helen, Mavis and herself, 
they would be able to persuade Ken of its wonders. Oh God ... yes ... what 
more could a girl ask for then a never-ending variety of love-making. . 
especially a sensual girl like herself? 


THE END
