The Campaign Girl
by Waldo Fremeyer


FOREWORD 

"The worst thing in this world," wrote American author Mark Twain, "is to be 
neither beast nor fowl in the middle of a buffalo stampede!" The noted 
humorist was referring to politicians and their predilection for pinning 
party tags on people during crises, but there is a validity to his statement 
that applies to everyone in our society. 

Author Waldo Fremeyer has used this quotation as a beginning for his 
exciting new novel about a virginal young girl who simply does not belong in 
either of the two worlds she inhabits. Her life's work is with teenagers: 
rough, vital, sexually liberated (even to the point of orgies), these kids 
simply do not dig the young teacher's strict moralistic code of ethics. 

The other world which Beth Moore inhabits is the political world of 
hypocrisy, false promises, and broken humans who have been stripped of all 
dignity and hope by an unfeeling society. 

That the sympathetic young teacher will eventually have to make a decision 
between the two conflicting societies is all too evident to the observant 
reader right from the beginning. In many ways, even though she does not 
condone their sexually promiscuous behavior, she identifies with the young. 
They, on the other hand, see her as a naive do-gooder, a politician's 
girlfriend, a person to be exploited and later preyed upon. Somehow-healthy 
young animals that they are-the teenagers sense instinctively that there is 
something wrong with Beth Moore's emotional makeup ... there is something 
smoky and unfocused about her eyes when she is watching them play, something 
sensually seductive emanating from her voluptuous body when she knows they 
are watching her. 

The events build rapidly in Mr. Fremeyer's novel as beautiful Beth Moore 
volunteers to drive a campaign truck into the ghetto area to work for the 
election of a man who will help "the little people and the have-nots". This, 
Beth thinks, is all she wants out of life: to help people. But it is not 
until the lovely brunette finds herself involved with a teenaged gang leader 
in a deserted tenement house that the young girl really discovers what she 
wants out of life ... and her entire life is changed as a result of it. 

This book is about people who inhabit the slums and streets of one of 
America's largest cities. It is, at times, brutal and uncompromising. Its 
language is succinct, candid, gutsy. It may, therefore, offend some readers 
who are not used to adult theme literature. For that reason we do not 
recommend the book to those who are easily offended or to the immature 
reader. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Beth Moore sat behind the wheel of the political campaign bus, humming as 
she drove through the streets of Chicago. The window was open and her long 
dark hair was blowing carelessly in the breeze. The vivacious brunette knew 
that she would have to be careful, since she'd never driven a VW bus before. 
The vehicle wasn't that big, but it seemed awfully easy to over steer. 

She smiled, recalling now how she'd gotten the job and as she thought of the 
exciting months ahead working with the campaign trying to elect Attorney 
Claude Roberts for governor of Illinois. The favorite candidate of the 
liberal element, he had sent his campaign manager to the local University 
campus to enlist the students' aid in putting on a youth and 
minority-oriented campaign. 

Beth was a graduate English major, with a twenty-four year old voluptuous 
body that drove the men crazy. She had long black hair, clear blue eyes, and 
sensually rounded hips that swayed in time to some secret music when she 
walked. She was aware of her natural beauty although she was very prim and 
reserved. Still a virgin by choice, the long-legged brunette wondered if 
there was something wrong with her. Men just didn't interest her, although 
there were times she felt strange quivering sensations in the pit of her 
belly when she tutored the young ghetto boys in what was euphemistically 
called "bone-head" English. 

Beth had always been interested in helping the minority, poverty-stricken 
people; thus when she read about Claude Roberts' far-reaching plans 
concerning the ghetto area, she'd immediately decided to offer her help. The 
notice had been on the bulletin board in the University employment office. 
The many jobs included one that really interested her, one that she felt she 
could do easily. The Roberts' campaign needed someone to drive a bus with a 
loudspeaker into the depressed areas. Someone who could speak well in public 
and had a special feeling for minority people. 

The first thing the campaign manager, James Benson noticed about the 
beautiful young girl who had come into his office was her sensual body. The 
grizzled political veteran knew this ghetto job was going to be a rigorous 
haul and momentarily wondered if she'd be able to take it. Although his 
sensitivities told him that she was a seriously dedicated girl who believed 
in a cause, he knew it was unusual for a young woman as beautiful as she to 
offer to take a bus into the ghetto. But, they needed someone to get the 
votes, and it was possible that she would be better than a man. She could 
enlist the sympathies of the women, and the men would follow blind just to 
get a look at her lushly ripened breasts and seductively swaying buttocks. 
After talking to her for fifteen minutes, Benson decided she would do. 

"Miss Moore, I feel it my duty to tell you that the people you're going to 
be in contact with during the next few months are different from what you're 
used to. Oh, I know you've worked with the young people there, but you've 
never been alone before. So be careful." Benson said as he handed her the 
key to the beige colored bus. 

"Don't worry about me, Mr. Benson. I can take care of myself. And I promise 
I'll do everything I can to elect Claude Roberts." 

The attractive brunette smiled as she took the keys and shivered a little 
with excitement. This was a whole new concept for her. She'd worked in 
political campaigns many times, walking from door to door, but never 
anything as sophisticated as this. It was going to be great! Further, she 
could give the depressed men and women the assurance they needed because she 
really believed in the candidate. He was going to give poor and needy the 
pride and respect they so desperately deserved. He was the only man! 

"This is where we want you to go today," Benson had said. "You'll take five 
other students with you and drop them off at their assigned streets, and 
then you will go to your designated location." The campaign manager 
instructed her, pointing to a map on the wall of the office. "The map and 
your itinerary are in that envelope and we expect you to follow it. That way 
we always know where to find you and Mr. Roberts can use it in his speeches. 
If someone should decide to go check it out, you'd better be where he says 
you are. You're the main character in this project. While the other students 
are going from door to door, you will use the loudspeaker to call everyone's 
attention to Roberts' campaign platform." 

"I understand," Beth said, "and I realize the responsibility of the job. If 
someone should ask a question I can't answer, do you have a telephone number 
they can call?" 

"Let them use the telephone in the bus to call this number, but it's also 
listed on the pamphlets. And if you should need anything ... or if someone 
gives you a bad time, feel free to call anytime," James Benson said, a pang 
of guilt crossing his mind as he instinctively knew she was much too 
innocent-too much of an idealist-for this tough a job. "I mean if the street 
gangs make it tough for you, just call. Now, go get 'em!" 

"Thanks again, Mr. Benson," the young brunette said, feeling proud of her 
selection. 

Beth had left James Benson's office and gone directly to the Student Affairs 
office, picked up the five students who were going with her, and after 
introductions she drove across town and dropped each student at his assigned 
street. It was going to be a great summer they'd all decided, and Beth was 
anxious to get started. 

Now all alone, she swung the bus into a side street after driving away from 
the last stop, and brushed the hair from her eyes and slowed down so she 
could see the name of the cross street. Baker Street! That was the one she 
was looking for. There was supposed to be a factory close by, and she was 
going to be near there at noon when the workers were coming and going for 
lunch. She frowned as she searched for the number of the right building and 
smiled with relief when she saw the building up ahead with men and women 
milling around. 

Somewhat apprehensive and uncertain, she drew up into the parking lot and 
stopped in a vacant space. Immediately she began to spiel off the planned 
speech and the campaign platform. She saw that most of the workers continued 
on their way without listening, but a few came to stand beside the bus. She 
had no sooner turned off the loudspeaker when she saw a bearded face peering 
in the open window at her. 

"Hey, lady! What's it all about?" 

"I'm campaigning for Attorney Claude Roberts for governor of our wonderful 
state," she said, confidently grinning at the now smiling face. 

"Well, I'm Jack Lowe, and I'm a foreman here. I don't know about the rest of 
my friends, but I think they're all a bunch of goddamn crooks." 

"That might be true of our current governor, but it isn't true with Mr. 
Roberts," Beth said, undaunted. "He's an honest upstanding man, and if he's 
elected, he'll see that you have better working conditions, better working 
privileges, and more than that, he believes in equality ... civil rights for 
all people." 

"Whewwwwwww," Jack whistled. "That's a mouthful for a little girl like you! 
You really believe all that crap, honey?" 

"I most certainly do! I believe in Mr. Roberts," Beth said indignantly. 

"What's your name, baby doll?" 

"I'm Beth Moore and I'm a student at the University." 

"Well, Beth, if I thought you were right, I'd be the first man to vote for 
your Attorney Claude Roberts," Jack Lowe growled. 

"I hope you do, Mr. Lowe, for I guarantee you I wouldn't be working for him 
if he wasn't a sincere, honest man." Beth reached over, picked up a hand 
full of leaflets, and got out of the bus. Standing among the tough looking 
men and women, she momentarily worried about what Mr. Benson had said. She 
felt the antagonism of the women as they looked at her expensive clothes, 
but the men were all staring in open admiration. 

Jack took her arm and led her from one person to the other, introducing her 
as she handed each of them a printed pamphlet. Under-lined for this area was 
the number one item, explaining the candidate's civil rights promises. 

"Promises ... promises ... we don't want promises, we want action," one 
muscular blonde woman snapped. 

"Then give Mr. Roberts a chance and he'll give you action," Beth said 
sweetly. 

"Come on over here, you pretty little thing, and have a beer with us, tell 
us more," Lowe said. 

"I'm sorry, but I don't drink," she stammered, staring now for the first 
time around the circle of faces and saw the leering smiles on their faces. 
There were only two other females, and the rest were men. It wasn't 
difficult to see what the men were thinking about, and the women were just 
about the toughest females she'd ever seen in her whole life. Abruptly the 
naive brunette decided she'd better get back in the bus and drive away from 
here. 

"Now, honey, if you want us to vote for your governor, then you'd better be 
friendly. What's wrong, don't you like us poor folks?" 

"Of course, I like you! I wouldn't be here if I didn't," she said almost 
angrily as she turned and faced them again. 

"Okay, then, have a beer," the factory foreman thrust a bottle into her 
hands, as all the men laughed. 

Beth closed her eyes and downed the beer as quickly as possible, gasping for 
breath and choking on the taste of it. "Thank you," she said, no longer 
smiling at anyone, then turned and started back to the VW bus to leave. 

"Where you going?" Jack said as he hurried to her side. 

"To another street, and give out leaflets. I'll be back again," she stated 
uneasily, and opened the door to the bus. 

"Okay, honey," the bearded young foreman said as he brazenly patted her 
smoothly rounded buttocks which were barely covered by her short mini-skirt. 

"Don't do that," she snapped, shoving his hand away. 

The other men had moved up to stand in a circle around her, and while Jack 
Lowe doubled up in laughter, she felt another hand reach under her skirt and 
caress her thigh. Swinging around in black anger, she hissed, "I said don't 
do that. What's wrong with you?" 

Without waiting for a reply, she jumped into the bus and slammed the door 
behind her. The lock sounded loud and violent as she shoved it down and 
heard the men laughing at her. She felt soiled and disappointed at the way 
they treated her. Oh God! Didn't they realize that she was only trying to 
help them? 

She backed the bus out of the parking lot and roared down the street. She 
was so angry, that she didn't see the name of the street she was supposed to 
take. After driving for a half hour, she decided she was lost and turned 
around to go back down Baker Street. Twenty minutes later she saw a high 
school up ahead and students leaving the campus. She pulled over to the curb 
where a group of young boys were standing and rolled down the window, "Hey," 
she yelled. "Can you tell me where Whitten Street is?" 

One handsome young boy sauntered up to the bus, his hands shoved down in the 
pockets of his faded blue-jeans. Beth thought he was pretty typical of the 
area: tall and lean with smiling eyes and long dark hair with a "go to hell" 
attitude often achieved by teenagers. She felt his warmly glowing eyes 
taking in her short skirt and naked thighs as he stared into the VW window. 

"What you want on Whitten Street?" the young boy asked casually, still 
openly staring at her naked thighs. 

"I must have missed the street. I'm working for the governor's campaign. See 
the writing on the side of the bus?" 

The teenager stepped back and read, "Vote for Mr. Claude Roberts, the 
working man's governor." He turned to the group of snickering boys standing 
at the curb and pointed at the bus. "How about that? The 'working man's 
governor'? Where's he stand on legalizing dope?" The gang laughed gleefully 
as the youth made a mock salute toward the enlarged photo of Roberts, then 
turned back to the girl driving the VW bus. "Why you working for a dumb 
thing like that?" he demanded as he moved back to the window. "I can think 
of much better things for a gal like you to be doing." 

"Look, I'm Beth Moore," she said impatiently, "I'm a student at the 
University, and I'm campaigning for Mr. Roberts because I believe in him! 
Now, would you please tell me where Whitten Street is?" 

"Howdy, Beth. I'm Joe Wilson, and I'm a student at yonder high school," he 
grinned as he pointed at the unpainted school building. 

"All right, Joe...." 

"That's my name, Beth," he interrupted before she could finish her sentence. 

"Well, here, I'd like you and your friends to have these pamphlets. You can 
take them home to your parents and ask them to vote for Mr. Roberts," she 
said, trying to get the confidence of the young boy. He was probably a very 
nice youth, but like most teenagers of today, they were smart-alecs. She 
decided to appeal to his better nature. 

"Please, Joe! I have to find Whitten Street. I promised I'd be there right 
now, and I'm lost. Won't you help me?" 

"Yeah, sure! I'll help you. I live near Whitten Street. I'll even take you 
there," he grinned. "Just let me give these papers to my friends and I'm 
ready." 

Thank God, Beth thought as she sighed and watched the campaign material 
being passed from one boy to the other until they were all reading the 
brochures. Reaching across the seat, she unlocked the other door. The youth 
quickly pulled it wide and hopped in beside her. 

"I really appreciate this, Joe," the young campaign worker said, putting the 
bus in gear and heading in the direction he indicated. "I still don't 
understand how I could get so lost." 

"It's easy down here. There's too many people living in the ghetto," the 
young boy said bitterly. 

"Well, if Mr. Roberts is elected, he's going to change all that. He has some 
great ideas for clearing out these dirty old tenement houses." 

"Yeah, I'll just bet! Shit, you can't believe all that crap!" 

"I do! And you should, too! If only you people would trust a man who's 
trying to help you," Beth said wearily. 

"You mean us people? What makes us so different from you? I guess because we 
don't have much money makes us all criminals." 

"Look, I don't want to fight with you, Joe. I'm just trying to help 
underprivileged people who live in rat-infested poverty. Can't you 
understand that?" 

"I'm sorry. It's not something I can talk about without getting pissed." The 
young boy sighed and then added, "We're almost there." 

"That's a relief. I really screwed up, didn't I?" Beth laughed and was happy 
to see the man-child beside her grin in response. He had probably never 
known what it was to have a decent place to live or plenty of good food to 
eat. The youngsters in the ghetto seemed to grow up faster and tougher than 
the boys and girls in middle-class homes. 

"There's the place where you want to go," Joe said, pointing to a building 
on the corner. "If you turn here you'll be on Whitten Street; and I live in 
the next block." 

"Thank you so much! You've been just great," Beth reached over and patted 
his knee. Feeling the warm contact of the boy's muscular leg beneath his 
jeans, she jerked her hand back to the steering wheel as if she had been 
burned. And for some reason she found herself trembling in confusion. 

"Say, the men won't be leaving the factory for a half hour," Joe said. "Why 
don't you find a good parking place and come see my old lady? You can tell 
her all about this Mr. Roberts that's gonna make her life so much easier." 

"Why that's a great idea! I'll park in the front of the factory here. But, I 
have to be back before they start leaving." 

"Sure, you can hear the whistle blowing all over the neighborhood," the 
teenager said with a sly grin on his young face. He'd see that this juicy 
do-gooder chick got back all right,. . but not until he found out what the 
sweet little bitch had up under her panties. 

The naive young campaign worker didn't know it, but she was now in the hands 
of Whitten Street's better known con-artists! The tenement where she was 
going was vacant-a condemned building. Joe and his gang of teenage 
delinquents used it to hide out when an occasional victim complained to the 
cops and the heat was on. They only took people to their so-called 
"club-house" who wouldn't dare complain. 

"Come on," the youth said as she took the key from the ignition and put it 
in her purse while at the same time stuffing it with pamphlets. "I'll give 
you a beer while you talk to my old lady." 

"That's sweet of you, Joe. It's nice of you to be this kind to me." 

As they walked down the cluttered sidewalk, and then up the dirty worn-out 
stairway, Beth shuddered at the thought of anyone living in a place like 
this. Oh God! No wonder she was working for Claude Roberts' election. He 
would change all this. Pausing for a second at the second landing, she said, 
"Joe! Does your mother work?" 

"Nah! We're on welfare." 

"Then you should be able to afford a better place than this," she said 
indignantly. 

"Look, Beth, I have six brothers and sisters, and my grandma and grandpa 
live with us. Does that explain it?" Joe was acting, but he was doing a good 
job of it. His gang made enough money from pushing drugs and an occasional 
till-tap or mugging to keep them supplied with the necessities of life, but 
he did have six brothers and sisters, and they did live in a tenement house 
with only three bedroom rooms for the whole family. Where else could they 
find a place they could afford for that many people? 

"My God! I never knew." The impulsive gasp of compassion escaped Beth's 
throat. 

"Ah, it's okay! You get used to it," Joe said as he took the naive young 
girl's arm and went up the stairway to the third landing. 

That was where the gang kept their headquarters! They were standing in front 
of the door before the dark-haired woman realized she hadn't heard a single 
sound in the building. She vaguely wondered why it was quiet if there were 
so many children there, but she shook her premonition off, and innocently 
followed the young boy through the now open door and into the room. There 
was two closed doors leading from the room they were now in, and Beth was 
shocked at the few pieces of furniture scattered around the walls. 

Suddenly, she heard a low moan that made her jump. "What was that?" she 
asked. 

"Just the kids playing, I guess," he said with a grin. Christ, no one could 
be as dumb as this broad. 

"But it sounded like someone is sick!" 

"I wouldn't worry about it," Joe took her hand and said, "Come on, let's 
see." 

Beth shivered at the cunning grin that suddenly creased the young boy's 
face. Momentarily she doubted that he could be trusted, but then, that was 
ridiculous! After all, he had offered to introduce her to his mother. She 
followed him to the door and he cracked it, keeping his hand on the 
doorknob. She saw a room full of litter and there were two dirty mattresses 
on the floor. She could see at least three teenagers and beer cans were 
scattered all around. It was terrible! No one had to live like this! No one! 

The young campaign worker tried to open the door wider, but Joe held it and 
nodded for her to lean forward for a better view. She peered through the 
crack and gasped at the lewd scene inside the room. The figures of a young 
boy and girl were nakedly entwined on the mattress nearest the door. With 
growing disbelief, Beth stared at the lean body of the teenage girl as she 
giggled lasciviously and pulled away from the boy's reach. She had long 
blonde hair and her budding young breasts were glistening from the boy's 
saliva. The young man grabbed her, and Beth saw his naked loins with his 
hard youthful penis standing up proudly against his tautened belly. They 
began kissing passionately with their mouths wide open as the girl squirmed 
under him, encouraging him as he massaged her teenage breasts, and rubbed 
his lust-hardened erection against her naked thigh. 

Shocked and ashamed, Beth watched as the other youth joined them on the 
mattress. He rolled over to lay beside the two naked youngsters while at the 
same time stroking his own long hard penis in a slow and obscene manner. 
Opening her eyes, the young girl on the soiled mattress saw the second boy, 
and she reached out to encircle her fingers around his virilely pulsing 
penis and started rhythmically pumping up and down. Wantonly then, she 
spread her legs, revealing the pink, wetly gleaming slit of her hair-lined 
little vagina. 

As Beth stared in horrified fascination, she saw the first young boy slide 
down the full length of the girl's nakedly writhing body and bury his face 
in the moist flesh up between her legs. The three teenagers wantonly 
cavorted on the mattress, unaware of the two pairs of eyes staring through 
the crack of the door. 

"Stick your tongue in my cunt, Max," the teenage girl cried, lifting her 
hips in obscene invitation. 

Beth regained her senses enough to jerk back away from the door only to 
collide with Joe who was now standing behind her, looking over her shoulder. 
"Be quiet and don't make any noise," he whispered. Roughly, he held her in 
place as he clutched her around the waist and placed his knee between her 
slightly spread legs. Beth could do nothing but gawk at the carnality being 
performed in the room in front of her. Never in her virginal life had she 
thought of things like this actually happening with fourteen and fifteen 
year-olds. She'd heard of kids talking about it, but she thought they were 
just imagining the thing ... or high on drugs! 

The young campaign worker knew she should stop them, but she couldn't move. 
It was just as though she were glued to the spot with Joe holding her up 
from behind. Vaguely, she wondered why she was even staying here watching 
the lewd spectacle. The obscene event was making her feel weak, and in spite 
of her horror, she could feel her own vagina beginning to throb with a wet 
excitement. 

The one boy still lay beside the writhing couple stroking his hard jerking 
penis, watching his friend fuck his tongue in and out of the girl's 
widespread vagina. Then, groaning in lewd hunger, she reached over, grabbed 
his long slender cock and pulled it toward her wetly ovaled mouth. A second 
later, she closed her eyes in rapture and began sucking greedily, her naked 
body writhing in abandonment as she spread her thighs still wider and 
doubled her knees up allowing the rapier-like tongue to probe deeper into 
her moistly glistening pussy. 

As her ecstasy became too much for her, the young blonde pulled her lewdly 
sucking mouth off the second boy's saliva-coated cock and groaned, "Keep 
doing it, Max ... lick it harder ... oh, lover ... harder." her rounded 
buttocks began to plunge up and down, thrusting them high up into the 
devouring mouth of the youth. "Don't stop ... don't ever stop eating my 
pussy, Max baby," she wailed. Her head tossed back and forth in lewd delight 
for a moment, and then she motioned to the other boy to return to her 
obscenely opened mouth. 

Beth stared in hypnotic shock as her own irregular breath came fast and 
rasping while the naked teenage girl on the mattress in the other room 
squirmed into a bend-double position. Her wetly ovaled lips slowly slid over 
the lust-swollen cock-head of the boys' long hard cock, and she took the 
full length up inside her mouth. Her lips tightened around the thick 
pulsating shaft and she began sucking with a wanton hunger. Slowly, she 
moved her hips in time to the youthful penis fucking in and out of her 
mouth, while at the same time the boy she called Max thrust his tongue back 
and forth in her moistly heated cunt. The three naked youngsters writhed in 
carnal bliss, creating an obscene tantalizing rhythm that was contagious in 
its excitement. 

Beth's brain was in a turmoil. She felt as if she would faint if she had to 
look another second. Shifting her widespread feet, the campaign worker tried 
to move backwards, but Joe's groin was shoved against her from behind. With 
a sudden thrill, she realized she could feel his hardened cock beneath his 
clothing, pressing against her trembling buttocks. She was surprised to hear 
his breath rasping with the same excitement as her own. The lascivious scene 
inside the room was obscenely vulgar, but she could never admit that it was 
arousing her baser emotions. Still, though, there was no denying the heated 
moisture dripping from her hotly throbbing vagina and soaking the nylon 
crotchband of her bikini panties. 

Never in her whole life had she felt this aroused with the older boys and 
males she'd dated. She'd always been able to refuse the older ones because 
she simply didn't want them to make love to her. Now, however, she knew she 
was feeling raw animal lust and, in spite of her disgust at the perverted 
scene in the other room, it was easily the most exciting thing she'd ever 
seen. Somehow she'd always known that younger boys would someday arouse her 
to a sensual awakening. She could still remember the erotic tingles of 
expectation up and down her spine when the teenagers at the minority school 
where she'd tutored had used dirty four letter words. But there in school, 
she'd always done the proper thing and reprimanded them for being obscene, 
never admitting how their crude words had brought surge after surge of 
excitement to her wickedly tingling cunt. 

And now as she stared at the lewd scene of the two boys and the blonde 
teenage girl on the mattress in the next room, she became even more excited 
as the lewd tempo of oral sex increased. Too, Joe was adding to her arousal 
by pressing into her buttocks from behind, and she could feel her trembling 
thighs being forced further apart as he slid his knee back and forth, 
causing an ecstatic friction on her already flowing vagina. 

The young girl on the mattress in the other room had her lips tightly ovaled 
around the youthful penis inside her mouth; her eyes were closed in rapture 
as she writhing under Max's obscene tongue fucking. Beth began to 
unconsciously imitate her lewdly thrusting movements, slowly rotating her 
ass-cheeks back against Joe's rock-hard erection still inside his tight 
jeans. 

God, she was hot! This evil perverted scene was so contagiously wicked! With 
a sense of despair and growing hunger, the young brunette realized she would 
like to be doing what the teenage girl was doing on the mattress. She wanted 
to suck a warm pulsing penis; she wanted someone's tongue slipping in and 
out of her wildly throbbing vagina. The student campaign worker closed her 
eyes in shivering lust as she realized where her thoughts had led her. Oh 
God! Something bad was wrong with her! She had to be sick to just stand here 
and observe this perverted scene ... and if anyone found out about it, she'd 
be finished with the governor's campaign! 

Silently she fought the grip Joe had on her hips, trying desperately to get 
away, but an animal-like grunt filled her with frozen shock, and she ceased 
all movement as she stared back into the room beyond the cracked door. Then 
only dimly aware of what she was doing, she leaned forward again to see 
better, a movement that spread her smoothly rounded buttocks even wider. 

Joe immediately took full advantage of it, pressing his hard throbbing cock 
into her softly yielding ass-cheeks. Quickly, he unzipped the opening to his 
Levi's, and his erection jumped out as if it were spring-loaded. Quietly, he 
lifted the hem of the back of her shirt and pressed forward; there was 
nothing between his hardened flesh and the young woman's nylon covered 
buttocks. Wondering if she would protest, he placed both hands on her 
trembling breasts and eased forward, slowly pushing the head of his nakedly 
jerking penis against her desire-dampened panties, feeling his cock slipping 
along the nylon and her sleek inner thighs. Sawing back and forth, he could 
feel his lewd desire building inside him, and fought the momentary desire to 
throw her on the floor and rape the hell out of her right now. 

Beth's feverishly pulsating pussy lips were swelling and straining against 
the restricting band of her panties. Her vagina felt hot and wet, and her 
clitoris had become hard and throbbing. Oh God, she wanted to reach down and 
caress her love-starved pussy like she did at night when she was in bed 
alone, but she couldn't with Joe behind her. Now, she could feel his rigid 
teenage shaft sliding back and forth across her wetly heated vaginal slit, 
and she trembled uncontrollably, wanting him to slip it deep up inside her 
quivering cuntal passage. Oh, how she wanted it! Suddenly, her 
cock-hungering vagina took command of her body, and she began wantonly 
writhing with the overpowering need to be satisfied by this sixteen year old 
boy. Unaware of the gasping sounds escaping her lips, she began to moan with 
an obscene hunger. 

In the room in front of her, the boy with his pistoning young penis in the 
girl's hungrily sucking mouth was groaning as his body jerked faster, and 
Beth's eyes glazed with lust as the boy went wild, fucking the girl's wetly 
ovaled lips with a sadistic speed that threatened to choke her. The girl 
sucked harder hanging onto his youthful buttocks, pulling him forward with 
each thrust, forcing his penis deeper in her throat. 

Then it happened! "Suck harder ... harder! Oh shit, baby! Here comes a 
mouthful...." The boy's naked body went stiff, shaking in ecstatic spasms as 
he forcefully ejaculated his heated sperm in the girl's desperately sucking 
mouth. The teenage girl's throat worked faster and faster, swallowing and 
gasping for air to keep from choking, and then-still not satisfied she 
sucked and licked at the deflating cock, cleaning it of every drop of his 
hot young semen. 

Without warning, the boy called Max who had been voraciously licking at the 
blonde teenager's widespread cunt, climbed up over her breasts, placed his 
hard slender penis against her saliva-glistening cuntal slit and rammed his 
thickened shaft to the hilt deep up inside her taut little belly. 

Beth wanted to die! God, she was so turned-on that she was vibrating with 
obscene lust! She felt Joe remove his hands from her aching breasts, and she 
was helpless to prevent him from pulling the crevice between her quivering 
ass-cheeks open wide. A second later, the young campaign worker felt the 
damp nylon of her bikini panties being forced deep into her heatedly 
throbbing pussy slit. She didn't stop him, or even try! She wanted this 
handsome teenage boy to do it ... wanted his tender young penis shoved up 
inside her hungrily clasping cunt and fill her ... ease her need! She 
wiggled her buttocks backwards against the boy's hardened cock, forcing it 
to slide forward across her painfully distended clitoris. She gasped in lewd 
delight as a wave of rapture inundated her awkwardly posed body. 

Her eyelids fluttered in expectation as Joe pressed in harder, just as 
though he knew exactly what she wanted him to do; and the hot thrill-as his 
warmly pulsing penis touched her naked inner thigh-shivered through her 
loins. Her trembling became more pronounced as Joe slowly reached down and 
slid the narrow, passion-drenched crotchband of her panties aside. And then, 
his heated young cock made an electrifying contact with her moistly 
quivering pussy slit. 

At once he began thrusting back and forth in obscene abandon as his powerful 
hands locked on her panty-clad buttocks, holding her in place. 

Beth no longer had control of herself! She felt as if her mind would blank 
out when she felt his hot naked hardness rubbing against her sensitive 
clitoris and then back across her swollen vaginal lips, only to repeat the 
movement over and over again until she thought she would scream. Staring 
through lust-slitted eyes she could see the young blonde on the mattress in 
the room in front of her lewdly writhing with wide-split buttocks as Max's 
hard thrusting cock slammed in and out of her pussy in a staccato rhythm. 
And the frantically trembling brunette knew that was exactly what she wanted 
too. 

In the other room, the teenage girl threw back her head and cried out, "Oh 
shit ... ,yes, Max ... yes ... I dig it! Fuck me ... fuck me ... 
,Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, yes ... watch me, Don! Watch Max and me fuck!" she 
stammered to the naked young boy lying in a relaxed state beside her. 

Yes! Yes! Beth thought, do it to her ... fuck her while I watch! She tried 
to slow her breathing while Joe clasped her around the waist and slammed his 
long naked cock back and forth across her hotly throbbing vaginal slit. The 
very idea of a teenage boy doing these lewdly delightful things to her 
stoked the fire in the campaign worker's loins even higher while she watched 
the three naked teenagers on the mattress in the room in front of her. 

Beth stared in amazement as she saw the youth lying beside the girl, the one 
who had just come, in the blonde's mouth, getting another erection ... so 
soon! His slender young penis was already hard and standing up again, the 
cock-head touching the side of the girl's nakedly grinding ass-cheeks. 

Behind her, Joe let out a gurgling sigh of need as he reached down in front 
of her and slowly inserted the tip of his outstretched middle finger into 
her moistly throbbing cunt. At the same time, she felt him push his hotly 
pulsating penis against her anal opening, and she flinched as the 
lust-swollen tip tried to enter her puckered little hole. God! Even that 
felt good! She moaned softly in hunger as she ground her almost naked 
buttocks back against the handsome teenaged boy's hard pulsing cock. 

Joe grinned in lewd triumph as he gently stroked the twenty-four year old 
brunette's wildly twitching vaginal lips, making them become even wetter. 
Deliberately he ran his thumbnail over her erect little clitoris which he 
could feel straining out in definite need. Her uncontrolled groan was 
muffled by the panting youth who was fucking into the wanton young girl on 
the mattress. Beth heard the blonde moaning, "No ... ,not yet ... no, don't 
cum ... I'm not ready...." as she pumped her naked hips upward slamming her 
cuntal crevice into Max's exploding cock, fighting to achieve her own 
climax. 

At the same time, Joe was pressing closer in from behind Beth, his finger 
expertly fucking in and out of her widespread vagina while his rubbery 
cock-head pressed against her quivering rectal opening and slid back and 
forth through her soft satiny slit. Mindless to everything but the fact that 
what the young boy was doing to her felt better than anything she'd ever had 
in her whole life, Beth watched the girl shove Max off onto the mattress and 
quickly climb over the other teenager who was still stroking his renewed 
erection. Without hesitation or resistance, his slender cock slid up inside 
the kneeling blonde's wetly writhing pussy slit as she frantically ground 
her loins down against his virile hardness. 

Beth stared through lust-blurred eyes at the girl's greedily pumping hips as 
she slammed up and down on the boy's hardened penis. And then, she felt Joe 
behind her remove his finger and shift into a new position. She was so 
aroused now that when she felt his heatedly pulsating penis pushing at the 
virginal opening of her cuntal passage, she gasped with a gurgling wail. 
Eagerly, she leaned forward, wanting him to hurry up and put it in! To fill 
her love-starved cunt with his wonderful teenage flesh! Oh God! She had to 
get out of here and let him fuck her! All thought of her campaigning duties 
had been erased from her mind, and now there was nothing but her hungering 
desire to be relieved of this implacable hunger in her loins. 

Suddenly, she realized that all movement had stopped in the room and the 
blonde girl was saying, "I heard something!" 

Beth choked back the moan that threatened to escape her lust-constricted 
throat as she felt Joe's pulsating penis trying to penetrate her virginal 
pussy. Yet, she couldn't move, even though she knew she stood a chance of 
being seen. She didn't care! Oh God! Yes! That really was what she 
wanted-all three youths could make love to her ... fuck her! 

And then, just as she was about to push back and impale her virginal cunt on 
Joe's lurching hardness, she felt him pull away from her, his youthful penis 
jerking from her hungering slit. Turning in surprise, she gasped, "What is 
it?" 

"I just heard someone coming up the stairs," he forced his already wilting 
cock inside his pants and quickly zipped them up, and then exploded at her 
gaping stare, "Get your goddamned clothes straightened out. Hurry. It might 
be the cops!" 

His words were like cold water dashed in her face, but she quickly did as he 
ordered. No sooner had she moved back, letting her skirt fall into place, 
then he grabbed her by the hand and raced for the door. They were 
practically running down the steps when they saw two young boys and a girl 
who looked a tired thirteen coming up from the second floor landing. 

"Hi, Joe! Who's the skirt?" one of the boys asked, grinning lewdly. 

"None of your fucking business," he rasped as he pushed Beth in front of him 
and down the stairs. 

"Wait a minute," she said, "Let me get my breath." 

"Not until we're in your VW. We can finish what we started there. We'll fuck 
there." 

His obscene phrase shocked her back to complete reality, and by the time 
they arrived at the parked bus, Beth was able to rasp, "No! We won't finish 
anything. Now or ever!" 

"Aw, come on! I know you liked what we were doing." 

"Joe, it's not a nice thing to do. I admit I lost my head, but we shouldn't 
do awful things like that," she said, trembling almost uncontrollably. "I'm 
a virgin, and you almost ... in another few seconds, you would have ... 
you'd...." she couldn't finish the horrible words. 

"Well, I know you love it, and I'm gonna get me a piece of that tight little 
pussy ... like now!" He reached for the keys she was holding, but she jerked 
her hand away. 

"No! You'd better go, or I'll scream!" 

His eyes narrowed, "You aren't shitting! You would scream!" He shrugged in 
defeat. "Okay, babe, you win this time, but there'll be others! Don't you 
ever forget that! I guess I'll have to settle for a little of the stuff 
upstairs." He laughed as he walked back toward the house. 

Shivering with fear and disgust at her own unexpectedly lewd conduct, Beth 
opened the VW bus door and sat for a few minutes until she felt calm enough 
to drive. There was absolutely no way she could talk to voters this 
afternoon! 

She'd never be able to face all those leering male faces. Not after what had 
almost happened to her a few minutes before. My God, they'd surely be able 
to smell the animal heat on her, and it would be hours before her panties 
dried. 

The troubled campaign worker drove away from the curb, and headed toward the 
pick-up point for her fellow workers. She shuddered! Hopefully, this would 
be the last time she'd ever have to come to this awful street. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The next morning Beth awakened with a headache and felt as though she hadn't 
slept a wink all night. She'd tortured herself for hours trying to find an 
answer to her own lewd response to what had happened with Joe yesterday. God 
Almighty! She had to be sick and really need a psychiatrist to have 
encouraged the teenager the way she had. She could have forced him to let 
her go ... or run out the door and down the stairs before he could stop her! 
But, she hadn't! She had stood there and enjoyed every titillating second of 
the vile thing he was doing to her. But worst of all had been the undeniable 
fact that she wanted him to put his lust-hardened penis up inside her 
vagina, and had been actually disappointed when he'd taken it away. If they 
hadn't been interrupted the second they had, she would no longer be a 
virgin. She would have been deflowered by a teenaged boy she had met only 
moments before! 

Beth knew in her heart that she wouldn't have stopped Joe from shoving his 
lean hips forward and slowly sliding his wonderfully pulsating cock up into 
her belly. And that frightened her badly. Now, the troubled young brunette 
mentally made a promise that she'd never put herself in that position again. 
The men at the factory had been crude and insulting, but she'd been able to 
handle her emotions with the adults. But Joe? She'd been completely helpless 
around him, had been shamelessly aroused by the sight of the two other naked 
teenaged boys. No, in the future she'd have to be very careful when she was 
among young males and force herself to stay aloof. It was obvious to her now 
that her earlier predilection for ghetto boys hadn't been a momentary 
observation. She simply was not capable of controlling her attraction for 
teenage youths. 

The troubled brunette dragged herself out of bed and was just opening the 
bathroom door when the telephone rang. The deep professional voice of Mr. 
Benson penetrated her weary brain as he asked about her first day of 
campaigning. 

Suddenly she was blurting out all her doubts. "It was all right, I guess, 
but it's not easy to talk to those people. They don't believe a word I say, 
and they don't trust anyone," she sighed into the telephone and then 
continued, "I don't know Mr. Benson! I don't think they care who becomes 
governor." 

"Beth! Let's not be formal. Call me James since we are working together." 
The older man sensed the girl's anxiety. What the hell could have happened 
to change her enthusiasm so quickly? Thoughtfully, he added, "Now, look 
honey, ignore their tougliness. They're just human like you and me. You have 
to convince them there's a difference between Claude Roberts and the 
incumbent." 

"Okay, James! I'll try." 

"Listen! I think you should go back to the same streets again today. They've 
had time to think about what you said, and a quick follow-up might be just 
the thing to show them we mean business." 

"Again? Today? The same streets?" 

"What's wrong, Beth? Did something happen yesterday?" he asked curiously, 
the tone of her voice disturbing him. 

"No! Of course not! It's just that I came home very discouraged last night," 
she mumbled. "I'll be all right. I'll do whatever you say." 

"Okay. Take the other students to the new streets out-lined in your 
itinerary, but you go back to the same factories. Just the way you did 
yesterday. I'll call Roberts and tell him we've changed our plans, in case 
he's planning a street appearance somewhere." 

"I passed a high school and gave the students some pamphlets to take home to 
their parents," she said as an after thought. 

"That's great! I knew you'd take the initiative and reach more people than 
the average campaign worker." He was silent for a few seconds. Jesus, could 
some of those tough punks down there have given her a bad time? 

"Are you still there, Mr. Benson ... I mean James?" 

"Yeah, I was just thinking. Listen, if you ever have any trouble with the 
men, you get on that telephone right away and call me. I'll come running!" 

"Nothing's going to happen," she said with a false lilt to her voice, 
intuitively sensing that he'd suspected something was wrong. "I can still 
take care of myself ... in broad daylight!" 

"Till tomorrow then, goodbye!" 

Beth said so long and then hung up. She hurried to the bathroom and, after 
showering, dressed for the day. This time she wore clothes designed to hide 
her voluptuous body. But when the beautiful young girl stared in the mirror 
she realized she hadn't been very successful in concealing her lushly 
ripened curves. If anything, the capri pants-which looked molded to her 
body-accentuated her sensual femininity. 

* * * 

It wasn't until Beth had dropped off the volunteers from the University 
campus at their respective streets that she began to shiver with anxiety. 
The smiling courageous face she'd up on for the other campaign workers 
melted and was replaced with one white with apprehension. God! She was such 
a baby! Nothing could happen as long as she stayed in the bus. She'd hand 
out pamphlets through the open window today, keeping the door locked, and 
just drive around using the loudspeaker when she had nothing else to do. 

With renewed courage she drove into the parking lot of the factory she'd 
visited yesterday. Sitting behind the steering wheel, waiting for the men to 
come out for lunch, she noticed many things that she hadn't seen the day 
before. This belonged to a non-union rubber manufacturer. The grubby factory 
buildings looked almost palatial compared to the smoke-grimed filthy 
tenements that surrounded it. 

That was the big problem behind the ghetto, she thought, the money was in 
the hands of a few wealthy people and the poor didn't have a chance. Beth 
was far from being communistic, but she was a definite slogan-chanting 
liberal, and always had been. She hated the Viet Nam war and she hated the 
draft. She'd been in many anti-war demonstrations and worked with the Peace 
Committee. But, she didn't like drugs and that made her almost an outcast 
with most of her peers. She didn't particularly care, knowing she'd still 
have her intellect when the dope-heads couldn't hack it any longer. Besides, 
she'd never been very popular anyway. Most of her friends called her a book 
worm and ignored her after a few refusals to their invitations. 

But more than anything else, Beth hated poverty. Her eyes filled with tears 
at the thought that handsome young Joe had to live in that terrible house 
with his entire family. It was impossible for her to comprehend the way they 
must sleep, all together. My God! Maybe that had been his sister and two 
brothers fucking in that room yesterday. That would be ... incest! How 
terrible.... 

The young campaign worker shook herself out of the reverie when she saw the 
men and women begin pouring out of the building. Reaching for the speaker, 
she began her spiel about the generosity and integrity of the man she was 
working for, Attorney Claude Roberts. 

Her voice carried loud and strong as she saw a few of the hurrying masses 
pause to listen to what she was saying. Several of the men and women who had 
stood around the VW yesterday came over and greeted her with smiles. 

"Hi toots!" Jack Lowe reached through the window and patted her shoulder. 
"How's tricks, Babe?" 

Beth continued to speak into the loudspeaker, trying to ignore the big 
bearded man who was staring at her. Finally, announcing the final reason why 
the people should vote for Mr. Roberts for governor of Illinois, she pushed 
the "off" button on the microphone and sighed, "What'd you think of that, 
Mr. Lowe?" 

"Well, if that man does everything he says he's gonna do, he'll be a busy 
fucking governer," the tough-looking foreman growled. "I don't believe a 
word of that shit myself, but I believe you think he's an honest man." 

"But, I'm telling you he'll do everything he says," she snapped, angry at 
him for using obscenities in front of her. "He's going to speak on 
television tonight. Why don't you watch him at eight o'clock and judge for 
yourself?" 

"I might just do that, but I'll tell you something, honey. I'll vote for him 
anyway. You're such a cute little thing, I'd do anything and I do mean 
anything-you asked me to do." He grinned and reached down to pat her on the 
thigh. 

"Don't do that, Mr. Lowe. I'm not just some kind of street walker for you to 
paw at," she said indignantly. 

"I'm sure sorry, honey. I didn't do anything," Jack Lowe pulled his hand 
back in obvious surprise and with just a tone of asperity in his voice. 

"I just don't like the way you put your hands on me and use filthy words in 
your speech." Beth ignored him and reached for the printed leaflets to pass 
out the window to the men and women surrounding the bus. 

"Well, boys, we're not good enough for the young lady ... not educated 
enough ... or rich enough. Ain't that the way it always is," the young 
bearded foreman said as he stepped back from the window. 

"Yeah, they always say they want to help us, but all the time they're 
looking down their nose at us like we're some kind of cockroach," the same 
muscular blonde woman from the day before shouted as she spat on the hood of 
the bus. 

"I'm sorry, Jack. I didn't mean to give you that impression. I like you, but 
I simply don't understand you." Beth knew she had to placate the man in 
order to keep peace. She was on a mission of good will, and besides he 
seemed to be the spokesman for the other men and could influence them one 
way or another. Maybe this job was too much for her to handle! Right now 
they seemed just too rough and disgusting for her to feel sorry for. 

The young factory foreman stood silent while she distributed the pamphlets 
through the window, sullenly staring at her. She smiled at him as she drove 
away, and some of the men and women waved and yelled goodbye to her, but 
Jack Lowe stood with his arms by his side, still suffering from her 
put-down. 

The closer she came to the high school on Baker Street where she'd met Joe 
Wilson, the more her hands trembled. Oh, if she could just get past without 
seeing the youth, she might be able to handle the rest of the day. Traffic 
was heavy during the noon hour and she stayed in the right lane, as far away 
from the school building on the left as she could get. Trying to keep cars 
between her and the far curb, she was surprised to find she'd passed the 
area and was a block away from the school. Breathing a sigh of relief, she 
began to hum a catchy little tune while she searched for the right cross 
street. 

A few minutes later Beth parked the VW bus near the building on Whitten 
Street where Joe had told her to go yesterday, and pulled out her brown bag 
lunch. She'd found the street with little difficulty today and was proud of 
herself. 

Nibbling at her food as her nerves slowly settled down from the earlier 
tension, Beth tried to analyze the poverty-stricken people in the ghetto. 
There was every minority race that you could think of living in these 
streets. She casually stared at the men and women as they trudged along the 
sidewalks. There were derelicts, obvious prostitutes propositioning the 
passing men, criminals, people on welfare, sick and disillusioned human 
beings with nowhere else to go ... and there were people who looked 
completely happy with their lot in life, people who seemed content in these 
squalid surroundings. The idealistic young girl felt tears well up in her 
eyes; she wanted to throw her arms around all of them and look into their 
faces and say, "I care about you-about what happens to you!" 

Oh God, she thought, there must be a way to equal out the prosperity in this 
country! If only Mr. Roberts could get elected it would be a step in the 
right direction. There had been times when she'd thought about going into 
welfare rather than become a teacher, then she decided she could do more 
good by working with the young people, encouraging them to get a good 
education and fight back. 

Suddenly, Beth realized she was listening to the factory whistle blowing. As 
the first workers began pouring out of the building, she reached for the 
microphone to give them the campaign propagandas. A large crowd of people 
gathered around the bus, and the serious looks on their faces gave Beth the 
impressions they were actually listening, hanging on to every word she said. 
When she finished speaking, she reached for the leaflets and, without 
thinking of her earlier resolve to keep the doors locked, got out of the bus 
and began to pass through the crowd. She smiled and greeted everyone, 
including the curious children who had stopped playing and ran to join the 
men and women. 

Then the majority of the group slowly dispersed, leaving the young campaign 
worker alone with only half a dozen or so tough looking characters. Beth 
looked around and was not at all pleased with the results of her efforts. 
Most of the printed pamphlets lay discarded in the streets. Now she returned 
to the bus and, once inside, sat listening to the few stragglers who were 
hanging around talking in loud voices, using the most obscene words Beth had 
ever heard. She shook her head and sighed at the ignorance of people who 
wouldn't listen or even try to find out the truth about the political 
candidates who represented them. They had evidently given up the idea that 
they would ever be anything but poor and depressed. 

Fighting back her tears of disappointment and frustration she reached for 
the ignition key, but her hand froze in mid-air at the sound of a voice 
behind her, "Hello, Pussycat!" 

"Joe! What are you doing here? How ... how did you get in?" The young 
campaign worker's voice choked in sudden fear as she turned and stared at 
the grinning teenager. , "Well, baby, while you were doing your Christian 
duty, I snuck inside and hid." He grinned up at her from his sitting 
position on the floor of the bus behind the driver's seat. 

"You get out ... right now!" Beth snapped, opening the door and pointing 
toward it. 

"Oh no ... not this time," the young boy smirked as he got up and moved to 
the passenger seat beside her. "You just start moving. I'll tell you where 
to go." 

"I won't do it, Joe! I'll call for help," she said, a quiver of burgeoning 
excitement at the same time shooting through her angry body. 

"I said get moving, and that's just what I mean! No one'll help you here, 
this is my territory! Shit, I'll just tell them you kidnapped me." Laughing 
at her apprehensive expression, he slowly slid his hand up her long slender 
thigh, enclosed in the tight capri pants. 

"Please, Joe!" she pleaded, all the time trying to figure a way out of her 
situation. "I have to go pick up the students who are working on the other 
streets." 

"You can beg later. As a matter-of-fact, I like a broad who begs to be 
fucked," he said, leering at her voluptuous body. 

"Don't talk to me like that! Look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I don't know 
what got into me, but I'm not like that. I ... I'm a lady!" 

"Good! I never fucked a lady before, pussycat, much less a virgin!" The 
young boy sat back in the seat and sighed, "You did say a real live virgin! 
I can't believe it!" 

"It's true! Please ... please get out and let me go." 

"No! No!" Joe snapped, "Now get moving before I ask someone to help Me!" 

Beth tried to protest once more, but Joe reached over and shoved his hand up 
between her legs and brutally pinched the outline of her fleshy vaginal lips 
under the capri pants. She winced at the pain, feeling a growing despair 
with the knowledge that the teenager could be cruel ... and would be, too, 
if she didn't do what he wanted. All Beth could do now was get off the 
street without creating an incident so she could protect Mr. Roberts' good 
name. What would people think about her employer if they were to find out 
about the lewd incident in the tenement house where Joe had taken her 
yesterday? 

With a deep sigh of resignation she started the engine and slowly drove 
away. She had driven only to the first stop light a block away when the 
youth told her to turn left. She made a quick turn and immediately was told 
to turn left again. Suddenly, she realized that they were in the alleyway to 
the building where Joe lived ... where she'd visited before. Her hands 
trembled on the wheel, and she frantically tried to think of a way out for 
both of them. A way to convince the boy that what he was doing was wrong, 
while at the same time, not insult him. 

"Look, Joe! I don't know why you're doing this, but it's wrong! Don't you 
know this is no way to help your people? Don't waste precious time! Use 
every minute to better yourself, get a good education and work to eliminate 
all ghettos." Her speech finished, she turned to look into his slitted eyes, 
and knew he wasn't buying a word she said. 

"Look, you fucking cunt, you might feed some screwballs with that shit, but 
not me! I know better," he rasped in a voice that sounded a hundred years 
old. 

"Joe! You shouldn't feel that way. You're only a little kid!" 

"A kid my eye! I'll show you what kind of kid I am when I get you inside on 
that mattress!" 

"I'm not going," she said firmly. "You'll have to drag me in and that would 
cause a little trouble, wouldn't it?" she smiled. 

"We'll see about that! How would you like me to place an anonymous phone 
call to the campaign headquarters of your fancy Mr. Claude Roberts? I'll 
tell him you're a child molester ... that you like to tease young boys! 
Remember? There were some witnesses of you and me coming downstairs 
yesterday." 

"Joe, you wouldn't do that ... would you?" she gasped, knowing she had to 
stop him at all costs. 

"You bet your cute little ass I would," he snapped. "Now get over there to 
that parking space and shut up." 

Beth saw the place where he was pointing and pulled to the curb, cutting off 
the engine. She was shaking with renewed fear, knowing now that there was no 
way out for her. The only thing she could do was try to keep him from 
actually raping her. Just at that moment she saw a young boy strolling up to 
the parked VW and straight toward the rolled down window where Joe sat. Oh 
God! Maybe she could get help from him. 

"Hi, man!" the strange youth greeted Joe. "You holding?" 

"Sure! Need some?" 

"Yeah, man! I'm real low down!" 

"How much?" Joe asked while digging his hand in his pocket. 

"Gimme a couple joints now, but I'd like about a dozen later if you got it," 
the youth said as he pulled out a couple of dollars and passed them through 
the window to Joe. The sale was made as Beth stared in amazement, too 
shocked to speak as she saw the passing of two brown cigarettes. 

"See ya!" Joe said as the other boy ran down the street. Then, turning to 
the gaping brunette, he rasped, "What the hell you gawking at?" 

"But ... but ... that was marijuana!" 

"So...." 

"You're a common dope pusher!" 

"What do ya mean common? Man, I got class," the teenager sounded tough and 
experienced, yet still had the laughter of a child. 

"You have class, all right," Beth sighed. "You're the classiest enemy poor 
people have. God, if they only knew the terrible damage you're doing to the 
other children, they'd kick you out of the city." 

"I take it you don't believe in drugs," he muttered as he reached for the 
door handle. "I suppose you're one of the bastards who don't want them to 
legalize grass. I just bet you are!" 

"You're right there, Joe. I hate what it does to kids ... and grown-ups too! 
I'd like to see every single pusher in jail! Including you!" 

"Well, that ain't gonna happen any time soon, so get out." He seemed to 
change his mind and slid back over beside her. Reaching across to the left 
door he opened it and growled, "Move!" 

There was nothing for Beth to do but get out or be dumped in the street. She 
stood by the side of the bus while Joe got out and took the keys from the 
ignition. "I'll keep these in case you get ideas!" 

"Joe! I'm begging you to let me go. I promise not to say a word about your 
selling drugs, or that you tried to force me. I'll forget all about it! 
Please!" 

Grabbing her by the arm he roughly pushed her across the street. They went 
into the rickety building where he'd taken her yesterday, and she knew it 
would be hopeless to scream. She meekly walked up the stairs beside him, 
shaking uncontrollably with a strange feeling that was a combination of fear 
and vague excitement at having Joe touch her again. 

They reached the third level and the youth quickly unlocked the closed door. 
He pushed her inside the room and followed her, relocking it behind him. 

"That should give me all the privacy I need," he snickered, "to fuck the 
shit outta you, Pussycat!" 

Beth glared at the youth and snapped, "Well, we'll just see about that. You 
can't make me! Not if I fight you!" 

"You won't fight for long," he answered, viciously grabbing the campaign 
worker by the arm and yanking her to the other room with the soiled 
mattresses on the floor. The same room where she'd seen the teenage orgy! 

"Take your clothes off," Joe ordered the older woman. "Unless, you want me 
to tear them off." 

"I'm not going to take anything off," she said as she sat down on the edge 
of the mattress. "You can try getting rough, but if you do, you'd better 
kill me because I swear I'll turn you in to the police ... no matter how 
much I like you." 

"Don't give me that shit. Nobody gives a damn about me; in your eyes I'm 
just a no-good punk." 

Impulsively, Beth reached out and grabbed his hand. "Joe! Joe ... Joe! Don't 
say that. Don't even think it! There's nothing to prevent you from becoming 
anything you want to be if you'll just work at it." She took a deep breath, 
her ripely straining breasts quivering with emotion under her sweater as her 
face softened. "And in spite of your gruff demeanor and dirty talk, you're a 
nice kid ... and I do like you ... as a human being!" 

"Okay, I'm a nice kid. You're right, I won't rape you. Let's have a smoke 
instead." Beth heard the tenderness in his voice, and it was such a change 
from his previous tone, that she stared at him in wonder. 

"You're really not so tough, are you?" she asked in a quiet voice. "You're 
just a lost little boy." 

"You could be right! I just do what I have to, Beth." He filled his voice 
wth self-pity, sat down beside her and bowed his head. There were more ways 
than one to get at this naive little bitch! 

"That's all I can do!" 

"I'm sorry, Joe! I know it's rough living in a place like this ... and being 
so poor. But selling drugs is not the answer." 

"It buys food for my entire family ... and medicine for my mother," he 
sighed deeply, sneaking a glance at the face of the distraught young girl, 
checking to see if his approach was working. 

Unaware of being conned, Beth patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'll 
help you. I'll try and find you a decent job to work at while you go to 
school, and when you finish high school I'll get you an EOP Grant at the 
University and see that you get a good education." 

"That's nice of you, Beth. I wish it was that easy." He slid closer to her 
and folded his hands in front of him. 

"It's okay! Trust me! I want to help you." Unknowingly, Beth was stroking 
his jean-covered thigh while she spoke, and she didn't really become aware 
of what she was doing until she felt an odd sensation flowing from her 
loins. Abruptly, brilliant images of the lewd orgy that was held here on 
this same mattress the day before began flickering through her mind. Oh God! 
It was as if the salacious spectacle had just happened! She was getting 
shamelessly excited again ... like she had yesterday when Joe was sawing his 
warmly pulsating cock across her sensitive vaginal slit. There was something 
erotically fascinating about sitting here and quietly talking to the boy who 
just a few minutes ago had threatened to rape her. She wasn't afraid any 
more ... not of Joe! But what about herself? She'd have to be very careful 
or she'd be the one doing the seducing. 

"I do trust you, Beth! I really do!" 

"How did you ever become involved with drugs? And selling them?" 

"I guess it just happened. A man asked me if I wanted to turn on when I was 
only twelve years old. I did, and then he asked me if I wanted a job." Joe 
lay back on the mattress, forcing a tear from his eyes. "I been selling ever 
since." 

"My God! Since you were twelve?" Beth was shocked. "How awful!" 

"Well, we needed the money for the other kids in the family. Ben, my six 
year old brother, is a cripple ... in a wheelchair." That news would have 
surprised several of the neighbor cops who had lost hundred yard dashes time 
after time while chasing the fleet-footed purse snatcher. 

"By the way," Beth suddenly thought of his family. "Where is your mother?" 

"That's something else! I lied to you about living here. Those kids you saw 
are from our club. We use this place for a clubhouse. I brought you up here 
yesterday to ball you." 

"Joe! Why?" Beth felt a surge of anger which was quickly suppressed by a 
deep compassion for the deprived dark-haired youth. "It's all right, though, 
you had the courage to admit you lied. That's the first step toward trusting 
me." 

Feeling very much at ease, she lay backwards on the mattress beside the 
young boy, and with a sigh she said, "I like you, Joe. I really do." 

The teenager stared at the naive campaign worker lying beside him, her firm 
upthrust breasts practically popping the buttons on the front of her 
pull-over sweater. He lifted himself up on his elbow and stared down at her 
long slender legs encased in the stretch pants. The sight of her protruding 
cuntal mound under the tight Capris inflamed the youth, and he felt his 
restlessly stirring cock beginning to harden. "I like you too, Beth. You 
really turn me on! Goddamn, how I dig your sweet bod!" 

"Joe! You're very handsome. You must have many girls, your own age," she 
said, impulsively kissing him on the cheek. 

"I like older girls, they're not so silly!" 

"It's probably because you had to grow up too fast." 

"Hey, let's light up!" 

"Joe!" Beth said with wavering voice, her throat constricted with an almost 
ungovernable desire to really kiss him, to feel his strong young hands 
caressing her again. No matter how wrong it was, she still felt a wicked 
enjoyment in being with the handsome teenager. He was so close that the 
warmth of his youthful body was filling her with excitement. "I'd better go! 
It's getting late and I have to take the students home ... the ones who are 
working for Mr. Roberts." 

"No! Please! Just a little while longer," Joe was thinking fast. "You ever 
been high?" 

"No! Never! It's wrong!" 

"Then how do you know it's bad?" 

"I just know." 

"Well, I say you don't. You're just like all the other people who come down 
here and expect us to take your word for what's good for us and what's bad 
... even when we know better. Even when we know you're lying to us." 

"Joe, it's been proven!" 

"By whom?" 

"By researchers ... by people who've worked with it." 

"Did they ever try it?" Joe asked belligerently. 

"Of course not. They know it's illegal." Beth had often thought of taking 
drugs under supervision just to find out what happened to your mind, but 
she'd never had the courage to go through with it. Some of her friends swore 
that it was no different from alcohol, but hating alcoholics as much as drug 
addicts had stopped her. 

"Unless you try it, you don't really know. Come on, let's have a joint." 

"No! I don't think so, Joe!" Beth said haltingly. 

"If you try it and still tell me it's bad, I'll quit selling it. I promise!" 
the young boy exclaimed excitedly, turning his face away from her so she 
couldn't see the cunning grin splitting his lips. He was just about to get 
sick at his stomach, molly-coddling the bitch. 

"Do you mean it? Really mean it? All I have to do is try it, and then you'll 
stop pushing?" 

"I swear it! Even though my family will suffer from the lack of money. 
Honest, Beth!" He sat up and stared directly into her dark blue eyes, his 
gaze never wavering. 

"If I thought you'd really stop, I'd do it," she said wonderingly. 

"I will ... I'll even write it down and sign it if you want me to," his 
words rushed out. 

Joe was already lighting the marijuana joint, knowing he had the silly bitch 
hooked. She was no different from all the other social worker do-gooders who 
stupidly thought they could con him into something he didn't want to do. 
Shit, they were a prime bunch of assholes-male and female-too fucking dumb 
to come in out of the rain. Wow, he could hardly wait to fuck this naive 
little cunt. But, first he'd make her want it so bad she'd beg for it; and 
if her actions of yesterday were any indication, she'd be begging damned 
soon. Christ, she was already turned on to him, he could tell that! 

"Okay, Joe, but remember you promised." 

Together they smoked the joint, Joe taking only short puffs while insisting 
that she take deep long draws on the cigarette. 

"How do you feel?" he asked. 

"The same," she said, puckering her eyebrows. "Is that really all there is 
to it?" 

"Yep! That's it," he grinned, knowing what was going to hit her in a few 
seconds. "Like it?" 

"Doesn't do a thing for me. Vastly overrated." 

Joe laughed and leaned over, grinding his already hardened cock against her 
pants-covered thigh while he kissed her passionately on the lips. 

Beth shivered with excitement and then reluctantly forced him away. She'd 
never felt like this before when a male kissed her. Now she whispered, "You 
shouldn't do that!" 

"But it felt good to you, didn't it?" Joe asked as he handed another joint 
to her and said, "You take the rest, I want to know exactly how you feel 
afterwards." 

"Okay!" Beth took the brown cigarette from the young boy's hand and smoked 
it down to a quarter inch when she felt it burning her fingers. 

"It's too short to finish. I think that's enough anyway." 

"Yeah, should be," Joe took the butt and threw it into an empty carton. 

"I ... I guess you're just going to ... to have to ... go straight," she 
said, wondering why it was so difficult to speak normally. Shaking her head, 
feeling her eyes go out of focus, she moaned, "Oh! My head feels funny. I 
must be getting sick!" Beth felt her entire body begin to relax while her 
mind seemed to become more alert. Joe's touch was more poignant and she 
thought she'd go out of her gourd if he didn't kiss her again. Abruptly, she 
had an almost uncontrollable desire to remove all of her clothes and let the 
handsome teenager see her body. But that was silly! Why would she want to be 
naked in front of Joe? Only minutes before she'd refused to do it. 

Gently, the boy slid his hand beneath the elastic waistband of her tightly 
fitting Capris and began to caress her taut little belly. She moaned and 
made little whimpering noises which might have been sounds of protest ... or 
pleasure. He was gonna go out of his fucking mind if he had to wait much 
longer. Slowly he lowered his hand to the top of her bikini panties and slid 
his fingers beneath the sheer nylon. He went only as far as her silken pussy 
hair, caressing it and watching her face. When the young campaign worker 
didn't fight him off, he knew she was ready to be fucked. 

"Hey, Beth," he mumbled. "Let's take our clothes off and relax." 

"Yes ... yes...." she whispered, her eyes still closed. Her body was 
tingling with lewd excitement and vaguely she wondered what was happening to 
her sensitivities. She knew it was a mistake but still she wanted to be 
naked with Joe ... and see his youthful body naked, too! 

Joe hurriedly removed his clothes. When he was completely undressed, he 
stood up and hovered over the brunette with his visibly throbbing cock 
standing up at an angle in front of him. 

Beth blinked up at him through drugged eyes, gasping in admiration at his 
beautiful teenaged penis and tight little testicles. Oh God! He was so 
wonderful, and with all her heart now, she wanted him to make love to her, 
to be the first male to penetrate her virginal vagina and fill her with his 
liquid love. 

Slowly, the campaign worker began to remove her own clothes. She was 
incapable of rushing as the boy had done. For some reason she felt as if 
everything was in slow motion, as though she was someone watching another 
man and woman on the mattress. When Joe offered to help her, she willingly 
let him take over. He quickly stripped the sweater over her confused head, 
and then, taking the waistband of her tightly fitting stretch pants, he slid 
them down her long slender legs along with the tiny bikini panties. He 
sucked in his breath in a long whistle when he saw her lush young nakedness. 
She was even more beautiful than he'd anticipated ... so white and soft! 

"My God, Pussycat, you're something else! I've never seen such a beautiful 
bod!" 

Beth's head was swimming as she felt the naked young boy fall on top of her, 
and when his mouth found her erect little nipple and began to suck with lewd 
hunger, she moaned with ecstasy. Then, he slid upwards across her full 
sensual mounds and lifted her head to kiss her on the mouth, his tongue 
probing her lips until she gladly parted them, all resistance gone from her 
drugged body. She felt his hot young tongue hungrily thrusting in and out of 
her mouth, and gradually she began sparring with her own tongue, fighting 
for supremacy over the youth. Beth found her nakedly tingling body 
responding in obscene lust, her hips lifting upwards in an obscene 
invitation to the teenager to do as he willed with her. 

Finally, Joe moved his mouth away, allowing them to breath freely once 
again, and whispered, "Baby, you're so fucking beautiful! I want to ball 
you. Shit, I'm gonna eat your pussy, and then fuck you." 

The lewd words partially penetrated her drugged mind and although she didn't 
understand why, she moaned dreamily, "Joe! We shouldn't! No!" 

"You're gonna love this, Pussycat! Really love it," he mumbled as he lowered 
his hand and covered her sparsely curling pussy hair again. He felt the 
fiery warmth beneath his palm and grinned in satisfaction when she let out 
another deep groan of undeniable need. 

"Oh God! It feels good!" Beth had no control over her words. She closed her 
eyes again as the teenage boy stroked her hair-lined cuntal slit. 

"You like that, don't you?" he asked, as her naked body began to grind 
involuntarily upward to the steady caressing movement of his hand. 

"Yes! Yes! Do it ... do it," she mumbled, unable to stop herself. 

Above her, Joe grinned as he took her hand and wrapped her limp fingers 
around his hot throbbing cock. As if she were dreaming and had no control 
over her consciousness, she saw his blurred face in front of her eyes, his 
youthful mouth split in a grin, his eyes closed, and she thought of him as 
just a little boy who needed to be loved. He wouldn't hurt her! Just love 
her! Her lust-filled body cried out and her drugged mind became a partner to 
her overpowering physical need. "Do it, Joe! Do it to me!" 

Joe kissed her wetly parted lips with Beth responding to the heat of his 
fire. Tearing his mouth away from hers, he whispered in her ear, "Tell me 
you want to ball with me. Say you want to be fucked!" 

"Fuck me ... fuck me ... I want you to fuck me," she chanted, the lewdness 
of her words stoking her own carnal fire even higher. Every ounce of her 
self control had been obliterated by the marijuana. She spread her slender 
legs even wider and moaned, "Fuck me any way you want to. Now!" 

Beth lay in a moaning writhing stupor, yet her sense of feeling was 
magnified to capacity as Joe sucked at her fleshy breasts, and flicked his 
tongue across her erect little nipples, causing them to grow into a greater 
hardness. Then, with a low groan, he began to nibble at each full upthrust 
mound, sending currents of wildly erotic pleasure down to her feverishly 
throbbing cunt. 

The teenaged youth was fairly vibrating with lust as he pulled the naked 
young campaign worker to a sitting position; he saw that her eyes were 
slitted with a lewd passion that made her a slave to his every command. 
"Before I suck you, suck my cock!" 

The excited boy rose to his knees and crawled closer to her face. Roughly he 
entwined his fingers in her long black hair and demanded, "Suck it! You know 
you like to suck cock!" 

With a frown of confusion on her face, the brunette reached out and 
tremblingly took the erect young hardness in her hands and felt its warm 
rigidity. My God! She'd never even touched a penis before, and now this boy 
was asking her to suck it like the blonde girl had done yesterday in this 
same room. She stared at the long white shaft of male flesh. It really was 
beautiful, and it had a heartbeat of its own, as it throbbed only inches 
from her lips. So, why not suck it? Her marijuana-soaked brain felt 
pinpricks of doubt, but she was too far gone to comprehend the obscenity she 
was considering. 

"I want to suck your wonderful penis," she crooned. "I want to ... I really, 
really want to!" The excitement of hearing her vulgar declaration filled her 
love-starved body with renewed longing, and she abruptly realized she meant 
it with all her heart. 

Caressing his hotly pulsating cock, the girl pulled it close to her 
half-open and suddenly salivating mouth, and gave it an experimental lick. 
She felt Joe forcing it tighter against her lips but she pushed his hips 
back so she could look at his penis again. It was visibly throbbing and had 
one tiny drop of his fresh young sperm oozing from the slit at the end of 
his cock-head. And then without further hesitation, she licked the full hot 
length of his youthful hardness, tasting the pungent drop of semen. That's 
what it would taste like if he came in my mouth! The thought of it was 
lewdly overpowering, and with a low deep-throated moan, Beth willingly 
opened her lips and let his warmly pulsating cock slide slowly in, filling 
her mouth, sliding backward into her throat until she was afraid she'd choke 
to death. A second later, he slowly withdrew, pulling it back out all the 
way until only the lust-swollen cock-head was between her tightly ovaled 
lips. 

It was wonderful! Beth wished there was someone standing at the door to 
watch them, as she'd watched yesterday while the three teenagers were on the 
mattress making love. 

Quickly, Joe began fucking in and out of her wetly gripping mouth while she 
sucked and nibbled his hard, saliva-moistened penis. The youth began a 
frantic thrusting back and forth into her mouth, groaning out his passion, 
"Suck harder, cunt! Suck it harder!" 

The hotly aroused brunette did as he ordered, sucking on the rigid shaft of 
teenaged flesh. 

With a gurgling cry, the boy pushed Beth to her back on the dirty mattress, 
unable to tolerate her inexperienced slowness. He couldn't wait any longer. 
"Split 'em, Pussycat, I want to eat some of your sweet pussy while you suck 
my cock." 

Beth did as she was told and spread her legs out wide. She felt the cool air 
hit her moistly heated cuntal slit and felt more naked and obscene than 
before. Her eyes followed the naked Joe as he knelt upside down above her, 
straddling her head, his long slender penis directly in front of her face. 
Hungrily she took it again and stroked it in her hand; her little pink 
tongue reaching for the mushroom-like head. Joe leaned down over her nakedly 
squirming body and, without warning, licked his tongue the entire hair-lined 
length of her wetly quivering cunt. 

"Aaagggghhhhhhh!" Beth shrieked in rapture and stiffened in lewd delight as 
the wildly overpowering sensations rippled outward from between her legs. A 
second later, she raised her head and let his rapidly pounding cock slide 
back into her mouth. Her lips ovaled tightly around it, and her hands 
instinctively cupped and caressed his tight little balls, and she moaned and 
groaned as his tongue wormed its tantalizing way around inside her 
ecstatically trembling pussy, driving her out of her mind. 

Beth jerked her knees back up as far as she could, just as she'd seen the 
naked teenaged girl doing last evening. And then, she felt Joe's wetly 
heated tongue locate her sensitive little clitoris. She jumped and mumbled 
out her ecstasy as he began nibbling at the erect nerve ending. No longer 
was she the prim and reserved young lady she'd been earlier today. Oh God! 
She was nothing more than a bitch in heat now, and she never wanted this 
forbidden delight to stop. She never wanted him to end it! Let it go on 
forever and ever! And, she would suck his hotly throbbing penis until it 
filled her mouth with his fresh young cum. 

Suddenly, unexpectedly, her orgasm hit her with all the force of an 
earthquake. She pulled her mouth away from his pistoning cock and stammered 
in disbelief, "Cum ... cumming? I ... I ... I'm ccu-cummming!" 

Never before had she believed such fantastic pleasure could come from a 
male! It was even greater than when she brought herself to climax with her 
fingers! Even though her nakedly thrusting body was convulsing in orgasm, 
she returned her mouth to the boy's wonderfully rigid penis and began to 
suck harder, her naked ass-cheeks twisting down against the soiled mattress 
as she sought to get away from the maddening onslaught of his probing 
tongue. She writhed in a mindless passion as Joe clung to her wildly jerking 
buttocks and bit down on her sensitive clitoris. Even though she was wailing 
around his cock-shaft, he continued to nibble at her thinly bearded vaginal 
lips and fuck the full length of his tongue into the heatedly twitching 
depths of her pussy because he knew he was driving her insane! 

With a gasping cry, Beth flailed her head sideways, causing his 
saliva-coated penis to slip from her mouth. Her drugged mind was near to 
freaking out from too much pleasure as Joe quickly reversed his position and 
crawled between her trembling legs. He was breathing like a runaway stallion 
as he guided his wetly glistening cock to the virginal opening of her 
wide-split cunt. 

Without hesitation, the slender rod of boyish flesh slid up into her tight 
vaginal slit and began its relentless journey into the resisting depths of 
her belly. She felt the pain-pleasure as it stretched the tight virginal 
passageway, then ripped her hymen as if the membrane were tissue paper. With 
that last barrier gone, he rammed forward, his hotly throbbing penis sliding 
in to the hilt and filling her to the utmost. She gasped and cried out, 
"Joe! It hurts! It hurts!" Yet even as she was protesting, the pain was 
already evaporating under the seething heat of her own illicit desire for 
this handsome teenaged youth. 

The hotly aroused boy began fucking into her tightly clasping pussy like a 
maniac, sadistically slamming his hardened cock in and out in a staccato 
rhythm. He ignored her pleas to be gentle as the tightness of her wetly 
pulsing vaginal passage wrapped around his shaft. Shit, the little bitch's 
cunt felt so good he couldn't stop. 

As the discomfort passed, Beth felt a wildly ecstatic thrill of lewd delight 
fill her loins. She locked her arms around the youth and instinctively 
thrust her hips up and down, wanting every inch of his pleasure-giving penis 
up inside her love-starved cunt. The friction of his hardened rod of flesh 
sliding back and forth across her sensitive clitoris drove her to the edge 
of climax, and then it happened again! She opened her mouth in surprise and 
then let out a wail that echoed off the walls of the dilapidated tenement 
house. "Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh! Ooohhhhhhhh! Fuck! Oh Fuck! Aiiieeeeeee! I'm 
... c-cu-cummming ... again ... again!" 

Above her, Joe thrust even deeper into her convulsing cuntal passage, his 
handsome young face deformed with the power of his lust. He wanted to cum 
... had to cum ... and yet, he didn't want to end it so soon. Her pussy was 
so goddamned good! And the tightest cunt he'd ever fucked! They were both 
covered with the sweat of passion as they hung onto each other for dear 
life, mindlessly slamming against each other as Joe headed for his 
explosion. . 

Beth moaned continuously now, her third orgasm hitting her just as she heard 
Joe groan out his own climax from above her. Their mouths locked in a 
drowning kiss as the young boy's wildly jerking cock burst into a fountain 
of white-hot cum deep up inside her ravaged cunt, spewing again and again 
until with a moan of rapture the naked brunette lost consciousness with 
Joe's ejaculating penis still buried deep in her spasming belly, and still 
pumping its youthful sperm into her womb. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The next morning Beth awoke in her own bed, and with a purring sigh, pulled 
the covers tightly around her neck. She was warm ... and soft ... and happy! 
She felt as if she were in heaven! But heaven faded with the first ring of 
the telephone! And with its shrill summons, she abruptly remembered most of 
what had happened yesterday. Her happiness evaporated-guilt and shame 
replaced it. 

"Good morning, young lady. Aren't you up yet?" she heard James Benson on the 
other end of the line. 

"No ... not yet." 

"Then, you'd better get going," he said as she came wide awake. "How did it 
go yesterday?" 

"Fine ... fine," she stammered. 

"Did you get hung up somewhere?" the campaign manager asked. 

"No! Why?" Beth asked nervously. 

"One of the other students called me this morning and quit. He said you were 
late, and he didn't want to wait around on dark streets for you." 

"That's silly. I wasn't that late," she snapped, unthinking. 

"Oh, I know. He said he was afraid of street gangs. I'm not blaming you," 
James Benson said, clearing his throat. "He also said some boys gave him a 
rough time ... nothing serious, just a little pushing and shoving, and a 
couple threats. You had any trouble yet?" 

"No ... no, not a bit," she said too quickly. 

"Well, I was just wondering. I have another student to take his place, so 
it's all right. You know where to go today, right?" 

"Yes, James. Look ... ah ... I'm sorry I was late last night, but I got 
lost," she lied, unable to tell him anymore. 

"Don't worry, Beth. I was afraid something might have happened ... maybe 
trouble with the street gangs." James Benson replied. There was something in 
her tone yesterday and again today that sounded like she was worried. But, 
there was nothing he could do if she wouldn't tell him. 

"It was a good day yesterday, and I'll do even better today," the young 
volunteer responded, resolving to stay far away from Whitten Street. 

"Good girl. Now, call if you need me." 

"Thank you, James," she said as she hung up the receiver. 

Beth's hand shook so badly she stared at it with sudden horror. Did Mr. 
Benson suspect something was wrong? What had she said to the students when 
she finally picked them up and took them back to the University? Actually, 
as she remembered back, it was evident that she had barely spoken to them, 
simply saying she'd gotten lost. God! What was she going to do! She was 
getting in too deep! 

The young brunette sat down on the edge of the bed and let tears of shame 
and regret overtake her dissipated body. She felt the soreness of her 
ravaged vagina, and tried to remember if there was any pain last night. 
Instinctively, she knew she'd never be the same again. Her sob of remorse 
filled the room as she dropped her face to the pillow and thought of the way 
she'd let Joe talk her into smoking pot. Oh God! How stupid could she be! 
She'd been so sure of herself that she'd taken the chance to becoming an 
addict just to prove a point to a boy who was nothing but a conniving drug 
pusher who-at sixteen-was far more knowledgeable in the ways of the world 
than she would ever be. 

Joe had told her that she'd love marijuana. She hadn't enjoyed or loved the 
filthy weed, but she had ended up by begging him to ... to fuck her, and 
she'd loved every moment of it. Oh no! She couldn't have done that! Not Beth 
Moore! She wasn't like that! Or was she? It was all so confusing! Now all 
she wanted to do was run away and hide somewhere. Her guilt etched itself in 
her brain. She had been entrusted with a responsible job, and she had blown 
the whole thing in one stupid half-hour. 

After two hours of thinking about the impossible situation she'd gotten 
herself into, Beth knew she'd never be able to go back to the ghetto. If Joe 
was like all other males, he'd feel he had a proprietary interest in her. 
She sighed in despair. What were the alternatives? Her mind was a cauldron 
of confusion and shame. She couldn't seem to think straight any longer. 
Maybe ... if she had a drink. Everyone always told her it helped to make 
things look better. Quickly she went to the tiny kitchen off the living room 
and took down a dusty bottle of Vodka. She'd almost forgotten it was there. 
A boyfriend had brought it one evening three years ago when he came to have 
dinner with her, but when she'd refused to hop in bed with him, he'd left in 
a fit of anger. The bottle had never been opened! 

With trembling hands, the long-haired brunette tore the top off and filled a 
glass with the clear liquid, unaware of the danger of drinking straight 
Vodka. At first, she sipped the strong liquor, but when her thoughts 
crystallized and she decided her only course was to call Mr. Benson and tell 
him she was resigning, she downed the last of the Vodka in the glass. A 
second later, she poured another half a tumbler of the straight liquor. 

The alcohol miraculously had relaxed her up-tight nerves, and she felt a 
warmth spreading throughout her entire body as she dialed campaign 
headquarters. 

She felt like giggling, but that wouldn't be lady-like. She was floating on 
a cloud of laughter and everything seemed far away. 

"Hello," Benson spoke in a business-oriented manner and even with the 
influence of the alcohol, Beth had to gather all her courage as she said, 
"James, I had to call you again, because in the interest of your campaign, I 
think I'd better resign and let someone else drive the bus." 

"Where are you, Beth?" he asked quietly, recognizing by her voice that 
something was wrong with the young girl. 

"I'm at my apartment," she felt a wave of weakness wash over her and she 
dropped to the chair beside the telephone. 

"Can you tell me why you want to quit?" 

"No ... I'd rather not," her voice beginning to break. Oh hell! She couldn't 
start crying ... not now. "It's personal. I just don't want to work for you 
anymore." 

"Okay, Beth. I'll call the student office and tell them the bus isn't going 
today;" he said thoughtfully, then added, "Could I come talk to you?" 

"No-no, I ... I don't think so," she stammered, not wanting to see him or 
anyone else today. "It won't do any good. I'll bring the bus to your office 
this afternoon." 

"All right. What time?" 

"I don't know. Later today," she said quickly as her eyes blurred. She was 
having difficulty speaking as the full effects of the Vodka hit her. "I'll 
... I'll see you ... later." 

The second she hung up the receiver, the weeping young campaign volunteer 
began to giggle. Well, that was over with, and she had nothing to worry 
about. Now, she could do just what she wanted and not hurt anyone ... but 
herself! 

Reeling from side to side, Beth stumbled back to the bed and fell across it, 
barely conscious as the room began spinning around as though it was in outer 
space. Damn! That Vodka really packed a wallop! But, it did make you feel 
good! Almost as good as the marijuana she'd smoked with Joe. 

With the thought of the handsome youth, she smiled, a crooked grin splitting 
her lips as she slid her hands down her curving sides, sliding over her taut 
little gown-covered belly and dropping down to the darkened "vee" of her 
hair-covered pussy. Sliding her fingers across the gown-protected slit of 
her vagina, she let the tip of her middle finger press inward. The exciting 
twinges began to penetrate her alcohol fogged mind, and she moaned as she 
realized that the previously locked door had been opened to her sexual 
desire. A door that once opened to her sexual desire. A door that once 
opened can never be bolted again. Now, she needed to be loved! But not by a 
man! A teenage boy ... two little boys ... three youthful boys ... or even 
more! 

Yes ... that was all she needed to make her happy.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Beth opened her eyes and saw muted light coming through the window. She sat 
up but quickly dropped her head back down on the pillow. Oh my God! What a 
headache! Still slightly drunk, she slowly opened her eyes again and sudden 
awareness hit her with clarity. She was supposed to take the VW bus back to 
the campaign office! Oh shit! What time was it? 

With slitted eyes she stared at her watch and gasped with the realization 
that she'd slept most of the day. It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and 
the campaign office was probably already closed. Pulling herself out of bed, 
she cautiously stooped and picked up her clothes from the floor where she'd 
dropped them last night. Sure that her head was going to split wide open, 
but knowing she had to get the bus back to James Benson so he wouldn't come 
around looking for it, she began to dress. Her hands shook and she thought 
of having to explain her reasons for resigning. She stumbled to the bathroom 
and combed her hair, put on lipstick and found her resolve to handle the 
situation quickly and efficiently had deserted her. Hopefully the campaign 
manager had already left and she could just park the bus and leave a note. 
That would be the best way to do it, but if she ran into Benson he'd want to 
know everything! Maybe she needed another drink of Vodka to give her renewed 
courage! Also, it might help settle her spinning head. 

Quickly she went to the kitchen where she'd left the bottle and poured about 
two inches of the clear liquid in the glass. Grimacing from the smell, she 
took a sip and shuddered! It felt like she was going to throw up every drop. 
Holding her nose with one hand, the young brunette lifted the glass and 
downed the burning Vodka in two swallows, then choking and spluttering she 
rushed to the sink and drank a glass of water. Her eyes were watering from 
the alcohol. Wow! That was powerful stuff, she thought as she felt the 
glowing warmth spreading deep inside her stomach. 

A few minutes later with renewed false-courage, Beth smiled as she left the 
apartment determined to get it over with. The Vodka had made her feel as 
though the problem was not as momentous as she'd earlier thought. As she 
drove along the street toward campaign headquarters, she knew that she was 
right to resign from the governor's campaign, because she couldn't take a 
chance on giving him any bad publicity. In her mind, she instinctively knew 
that if she met Joe again, her need for the handsome teenager's body would 
overcome all her sensible upbringing. He was so beautiful ... so wonderful, 
and he knew exactly what to do to satisfy her. 

Her alcohol-drugged mind refused to allow the pin-pricks of conscience to 
fill her with regret. For a moment she had lost her inhibitions and she was 
flying high again. Parking the bus in front of the campaign office, the 
curvaceous brunette stepped out onto the sidewalk. She thought about locking 
the van doors, but it was really too much trouble, so she shrugged her 
shoulders drunkenly and hurried through the glass doors, wanting to get this 
entire unpleasant scene over with as soon as possible. 

Swaying, she went up the elevator to the fourth floor and slowly tiptoed 
across the hallway to Benson's office door. She tried the handle, shushing 
herself and grinning as if in a conspiracy. The door opened and she peered 
into the room. Oh damn! The gray-haired political publicist was still behind 
the desk, waiting for her! She decided she might as well be bold and go in. 

"Hi! Sorry I'm late," she said smiling. 

James Benson looked up to see the dark-haired girl grinning crookedly at him 
and immediately sensed a strangeness about her. Returning her smile, he 
said, "I had things to do anyway. Come on, sit down and talk awhile." 

"There's nothing to say, Mr. Benson. I don't want to work for you anymore. I 
want O-U-T!" she swayed a bit and was forced to put her hands on the chair 
to support herself. 

"Why? What happened yesterday?" 

"It's a personal matter and I don't want to talk about it," she said firmly, 
nodding her head to give emphasis to the remark. 

"Okay, Beth. I won't say anymore now, but would you do something for me?" 

"Like what?" 

"Would you just take a couple days to think about it, and then if you still 
don't want to drive the bus, I'll accept your decision," he sighed, and then 
continued, "I sure hate to lose you. We've had a lot of telephone calls 
raving about you." 

"You have? Really?" 

"Yes, ma'm! I just hung up from talking to a man. He said you were 
absolutely great, and you should be commended for being interested in 
electing the right man." 

"Did he say who it was?" Beth asked suspiciously. God! If Joe ever called 
and got her address, she'd be in serious trouble. 

"No, he just wanted us to know that he and his friends were going to vote 
for Mr. Roberts." 

"Gee! And I thought they weren't listening." 

"That's not all. The call just before that one was a lady who wanted your 
address. She said that she and her husband wanted to write you a personal 
letter of thanks." 

"Did ... did you give it to her?" Beth had an unexplainable feeling of 
disaster, but she wasn't sure why. It was almost as if a warning bell was 
ringing in her brain. Thank Christ for little favors ... it was a woman and 
not a man! 

"Sure did! I'm positive you'll be hearing from her. Now, what do you say 
about taking a day or two to think about your resignation." 

"Okay, James, but I know it's still going to be the same decision. Since 
you've been so nice to me, I'll give it a lot of thought, though." The young 
brunette stood up from the desk and continued, "Thanks for everything." 

"Beth," he said as he reached out and took her by the hand. "Come here." 

As he pulled her toward him, Beth felt herself go off balance, and she 
stumbled against his leg before falling down on his lap. "Gee! I'm sorry! I 
guess I had too much to drink." 

"It was my fault," he mumbled. "I caught you unaware." 

"Maybe, but I did drink a lot of Vodka before I came here ... to get up 
enough courage to quit," she giggled. 

"Beth," the older man stammered, encouraged by her lack of movement away 
from him and becoming aroused by the feel of her softly rounded buttocks on 
his leg. "I like you. I don't want anything to happen to you. I feel 
responsible." 

"You shouldn't," she said as she impulsively placed a kiss on his forehead. 
And then, beneath her, she felt the campaign manager's cock growing into a 
rigid erection. She began shivering. It was frightening! Not at all like the 
excitement she felt with Joe! Nervously she jumped up and said, "I've got to 
go!" 

James Benson shrugged and said, "Come on, I'll take you home." 

"I'll be all right ... I'll get a bus." 

"Listen, Beth, I really do like you. Remember, if you should ever need me, 
I'll be there." He got up from the chair knowing he'd upset the young woman. 
As he stood she backed away from him wide-eyed. Jesus! The kid was really up 
tight about something. "Now come on. I'll drop you off at your door. You 
don't have to invite me in." 

"Well...." she relented. 

"That's settled then." 

The campaign manager took the keys from her outstretched hand and walked out 
of the building with her. When they pulled up in front of her apartment 
building, Beth sat with her hands folded in her lap for a second, and then 
said, ruefully "I'm sorry it was too much for me to handle." 

"I don't believe that. I know something must have happened, and someday I'll 
find out. If it's what I think it is, somebody's gonna pay." The older man 
sounded tough, she looked at his face-he could be mean, she thought. 

"I'll let you know what I decide." Beth wasn't going to talk to anyone about 
the incident in the ghetto with Joe Wilson, or he'd be in trouble, too. She 
put her hand out and shook his in a friendly fashion. 

"I'll stop by tomorrow evening to check on you ... just to make sure you're 
all right," he said, leaning forward and kissing her cheek. 

Beth jerked away from him, opened the car door and ran up the steps to the 
door of her building. James shrugged his shoulders and drove away, his mind 
busily trying to decide what had frightened the beautiful young girl away 
from the campaign. He was sure she'd been threatened in some way, but it 
could have been anything from sex to politics in the ghetto. Most likely 
she'd had a run-in with some street gang, and being a young impressive girl, 
she'd believed their idle threats. 

All he could do was wait for her to tell him. He wasn't lying when he told 
her he liked her, even though "like" wasn't a strong enough description for 
what he felt for the sensual young woman, and she sexually excited him in a 
way few females could. He wouldn't mind getting a piece of the action, but 
he still had the feeling she was an innocent. Jesus! Could she still be a 
virgin? She looked virginal. 

Suddenly he decided he'd drop by tomorrow night with a bottle and maybe 
things would just happen! She might not fuck, but she did drink ... that had 
been all too evident. Well, sometimes enough booze led to other things ... 

Yeh! Tomorrow night was a definite must! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Beth slept fitfully that night and, after staying in bed most of the 
following day too, she was determined to forget the events of the past few 
days, including the Vodka bottle in the kitchen cupboard. Whatever idiocy 
had possessed her to try and drown her problems simply wasn't powerful 
enough to make her go through another painful hangover. She knew that 
alcohol didn't work any more than drugs did for an addict. She'd had enough 
of both of them to last her a lifetime. 

Her head had finally stopped hurting during the day, and now she felt like 
having something to eat. Glancing at her watch she saw that it was almost 
six o'clock. The corner grocery store would be closing at six-thirty. 
Jumping out of bed she hurriedly slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt over 
her naked body and, picking up her purse from the dressing table, she rushed 
out the door, leaving it unlocked. 

Fifteen minutes later, with a bag of groceries in her arms, she was humming 
as she walked along the sidewalk and took a deep breath of fresh air. She 
felt good for the first time in three days, and now she might be able to see 
James and continue with the campaign after all. If she controlled her sick 
desires for adolescent boys, she'd be an asset to Attorney Roberts' 
campaign; but if there was any chance of her name being involved in immoral 
activities it could ruin him. Maybe she'd make an appointment with the 
University psychologist and find out why she had this overpowering need for 
young boys ... while at the same time she felt so uneasy around men her own 
age or older. 

Beth knew she had a great future ahead of her, teaching underprivileged 
children; it would be such a shame to destroy it with this forbidden desire. 
She also knew she'd end up in jail if she were ever caught in a compromising 
position with an under-age youth. Jesus! She could have been imprisoned for 
what she and Joe had done together. Well, that would never happen again! 
Never! 

Everything seemed simple and easy until she opened the door to her apartment 
and saw Joe Wilson sitting on the sofa. She gasped, and stammered, "How ... 
where ... how did you find out where I live?" 

"Hi, Pussycat! Nothing to it," he grinned crookedly. "I just had a girl call 
and ask for your address. The boss-man was very obliging." 

"Oh no!" Weakly she stepped into the kitchen and set the bag of food down. 
Trembling with fear, yet feeling the familiar sensations of lewd excitement 
shivering through her body, she went to the sofa and sat down beside the 
young boy. "Joe! Listen to me! I'm sorry it happened, but it was the 
marijuana. You're wrong about grass not being dangerous. I proved it is." 

"Look, I just wanted to see you, and invite you to a party. Why weren't you 
driving the bus today?" he asked thoughtfully. "I thought you were going to 
be my girl." 

"Well, I'm not, and I'm not working for the political campaign any more. I 
quit because of what you did." She sighed and bowed her head in shame. 

"Well then, there's no reason why you can't come to the party with me. You 
are going to be my girl, Pussycat," he said as he reached out and caressed 
her bare arm. 

"Don't call me that stupid name! I'm not going anywhere with you, Joe." She 
jerked her arm away from him. "And I'm not going to let anything happen ... 
again. It was my fault for smoking the marijuana, but it won't happen 
again." 

"Oh?" 

"Furthermore, no one can ever know what happened between us. If you tell, 
I'll just say you raped me, and I was too frightened of your gang to report 
it." 

"I was afraid you'd feel that way," Joe commented with a rueful smile as he 
got up and went to the bathroom. "Come on out, fellows," he said, opening 
the bathroom door. 

Beth stared in dismay as three strange teenagers came into the room, all 
grinning in conspiracy. 

"How ... how did you get in?" she stammered as the four youths encircled 
her. 

"The door was left open for us after we were invited to a fuck party. That's 
our story, what's yours?" 

"Joe! You're a little monster!" 

"That wasn't what you were screaming the other evening. You said I was a 
real good fuck," he giggled obscenely and rubbed his hand back and forth 
across his bulging Levi's. "Besides, we brought a little pot along so you 
can relax." 

"If you don't all leave this instant, I'm going to scream. Do you hear me? 
Now get out." 

The youth stared at her and with a bored sigh, said, "Go ahead. You just do 
that. There's four of us, and we'll just say you invited us up for cookies 
and milk, and then you made us fuck you." The teenagers roared with 
laughter, shaking their heads, as one boy said, "Man, Joe, you're great! A 
real smart devil! Cookies and milk!" 

"You wouldn't dare," Beth gasped as she stared from one boy to the other. 

"There's only one way to find out! Scream your fucking head off!" Joe 
murmured as he lit a joint and puffed in the powerful smoke. At the same 
time the other boys lit up and Beth could smell the sweet thick odor of 
marijuana. 

"Please, Joe! I'm giving you one more chance to leave." She gasped and 
suddenly spun around as one youth moved to her side and caressed her firm 
upthrust breast through the fabric of her shirt. "Don't touch me!" 

"Aw, come on, Beth! Be a sport and take a smoke," Joe said as he held the 
lighted joint out in front of her mouth. 

"No! I won't." The campaign worker ran to the telephone and was just 
beginning to dial when she heard the boys talking. 

"We'd better decide what we're gonna say. Let's see! Corrupting our morals! 
Contributing to our delinquency! Or shall we just say she fucked us all 
silly the other day?" 

My God, they were right! If she called the police and the four boys stuck 
together with their lies, she would possibly be the one in big trouble. 
They'd sure as hell believe the boys! After all, who would be her witness 
against them? 

"Joe told us you fucked with him. We don't believe it, but he promised us 
he'd prove it to us," the smaller of the youths said as he forced the 
marijuana cigarette between her lips. The other boys stood around her while 
she held the joint loosely between her teeth, staring fixedly at the glowing 
end. "Go ahead, lady! Suck on it like you did Joe's cock." He wiggled his 
eyebrows and giggled. 

"I'll help her," Joe said as he reached out and caressed her hand. "Now, 
take a deep whiff and the rest will be easy." 

"Joe...." she moaned as she took the cigarette out of her mouth. "No! Please 
don't make me!" 

"Smoke it, bitch," Joe rasped as he grabbed her right breast and pinched the 
tiny nipple pressing against her shirt. 

"Oh! That hurts!" 

"It'll hurt worse than that if you don't do what I say," the teenager said 
forcefully. 

With the boys crowded around grinning lewdly at the fearfully trembling 
body, she knew it was no use to fight. Besides, the drug would dull her mind 
and make it easier for her to accept the uncontrollable desires that were 
already invading her dully throbbing loins. She lifted the joint to her lips 
and took a puff. She felt the hot burning smoke fill her lungs and coughed. 
The boys were right when they said no one would believe her anyway, so she 
might as well accept it. Resigned to her fate of the horrible yet exciting 
things to come, the dark-haired girl willingly smoked the entire marijuana 
cigarette while the boys stared at her waiting for her to get high. 

Once the decision had been made, Beth felt a masochistic excitement rippling 
deep inside her. How could she ever think young boys were nice? They were 
filthy-minded little animals just waiting to grow up into filthy-minded 
adult animals. How could anyone think they were innocent and needed 
understanding? They were nothing but little con-artists using their 
so-called innocence to get what they wanted from adults. Silently she cursed 
herself for not telling James Benson about what had happened to her in the 
tenement house. She could have told him confidentially and let him help her! 
But, now it was too late! 

"Let's get the fun started," Joe said as he began taking his clothes off. 
Grinning and giggling, the other boys followed him, dropping their shirts 
and pants in the middle of the floor. 

Beth sat down on the sofa, gaping open-mouthed at the naked bodies. She was 
surrounded by slender young cocks! All sizes! And all in a state of 
erection! She covered her face, and her shoulders shook with a combination 
of shame and lewd desire. But, she thought excitedly as the 
conscience-killing marijuana smoke deadened her inhibitions, of course she 
couldn't keep her eyes closed ... not when there were four beautifully 
swollen penises waiting to be caressed. Now she definitely felt the 
marijuana begin to take effect, and a soft warm glow filled her body. She 
heard the boys using vulgar four letter words, but the wanton hunger filling 
her drugged mind and loins was blocking out everything but her heated 
excitement. Her brain was becoming sluggish, and she felt as if she were 
going to pass out as she lay back on the sofa and stared at the 
lust-provoking sight of naked teenagers standing in front of her. With her 
last fading wisps of conscience and morality, the campaign girl abruptly 
realized she couldn't go through with this orgy-no matter how much she 
wanted to. 

Suddenly, she jumped up in a last effort to escape, but unable to balance 
herself, she fell helplessly to her knees on the carpet. Posed on all fours, 
Beth stared up at the beautiful young cocks throbbing in front of her face. 

"We're going to do all those things we did together, and a lot more! Are you 
ready to be fucked?" Joe whispered as he lewdly stroked his lust-hardened 
shaft. 

A forbidden thrill ran through Beth's dazed mind, and erotic sensations of 
lust so strong she had to catch her breath inundated her weakly trembling 
body. Her mind reeled and she fought to focus her drug-glazed eyes. One of 
the boys pressed the head of his warmly pulsating cock against her watering 
mouth, and she unconsciously ovaled her lips, remembering the taste of Joe's 
virile young semen. 

"Goddamnit, Jack," Joe ordered. "Wait until we get her naked." 

Beth stared through a fog of marijuana and passion as she felt the lips of 
her vagina swelling in throbbing hunger. Yes ... yes, it was true; she 
wanted these boys to make love to her! All at the same time! This was the 
most real thing in her life, and at the moment, she couldn't understand her 
reasons for fighting against it. 

Very well, she'd show them who the boss was! She'd let them do anything they 
wanted, and she'd do anything they told her, but at the same time they'd 
realize how much they needed her. She tried to take her clothes off, but her 
fingers didn't seem to work properly. 

"You do it, Joe ... honey," she said vacantly. "You take my clothes off!" 

Without a moment's hesitation, Joe reached down and lifted her shirt over 
her head, revealing her proudly upthrust breasts with their erect little 
nipples. Then, she stood up swaying drunkenly as he slid the tight jeans 
down over her sleekly flaring hips, buttocks, and down her long slender 
thighs. The boys gaped in awed silence at the slightly parted vaginal lips 
of her hair-lined pussy. 

"Now! What do you think of her, you guys?" Joe asked in pride, as he reached 
out and caressed the soft warm flesh of her naked ass-cheeks. 

"Shit, man! That's eating stuff!" 

Beth leaned helplessly against Joe and grinned in a friendly manner at the 
naked teenagers. Oh wow! They were all so beautiful ... so young ... so 
virile. There was a stunned silence as she put her arms around Joe Wilson 
and kissed him passionately on the mouth as she ground her hotly throbbing 
pussy against his long slender shaft. Gently, he tried to lead her backwards 
to the sofa, but she fell against it and then slid to the carpeted floor 
again. Giggling at her uncoordinated muscles, she stuttered, "I ... I'm ... 
so dizzy! I can't stand up." 

Joe dropped to his knees in front of her, his nakedly trembling body 
crouching between her widespread thighs. He spread the lips of her vagina 
with his thumbs as the other three boys moved in closer to the spectacle on 
the floor. The smooth pink flesh of her moistly flowing cunt was revealed in 
all its coral-hued splendor, and they could see her tiny little clitoris 
peeking out like some shy thing from its hiding place. 

"Look at that!" 

"She's ready!" 

"Let's fuck her!" The voices all blended into a chorus of lust as Beth lay 
on the floor too drugged to care about her nakedly displayed body. 

"First, she's going to beg for it," Joe whispered, slowly caressing her 
hotly quivering pussy. 

Beth could feel the lewd excitement taking command of her drugged body, and 
the only thing she cared about now was having all four youths making love to 
her ... catering to her sexual demands. Why not beg? If that made them 
happy, she'd beg all night just to keep them here with her. 

"Go ahead, do it ... oh Joe ... do it...." she said in a pleading voice, her 
quivering little cunt waiting expectantly for the pleasure that only the 
teenager's long slender cock could give her. 

"Do what? Shit, woman, I don't even know what you're talking about," Joe 
rasped. 

"Please! Fuck me ... fuck me! I want you to fuck me ... and then everyone 
can fuck me together! Fuck me! Yes, fuck me!" She heard the shameful words 
being repeated again and again, but instead of repulsing her, the lewdness 
of the request caused strange masochistic sensations to stroke her already 
smoldering carnality into a powerful blow-torch of lust. 

"Of course I'll fuck you," Joe hissed, his lust-slitted eyes staring at her 
widespread cunt. "I'm going to let my friends just watch. After I'm 
finished, they can fuck you, too!" 

Beth shuddered in obscene delight as his hands once again began fingering 
the sensitive flesh up between her widespread thighs, and then felt the 
youth's spongy cock-head forcing its way up into her tightly resisting 
cuntal passage. She began to moan with an overwhelming passion that 
threatened to blank out her mind as her wetly expanding vaginal passage 
filled with the hardened flesh of her sixteen year old lover. Pumping her 
naked buttocks up off the floor, she whimpered with the need to have the 
youth slam the entire length of his wonderfully rigid cock deep up inside 
her hungering pussy. 

She gurgled with lewd joy as Joe's long slender hardness slowly sank into 
her warmly welcoming cuntal slit. Then she began fucking back with a 
strength that almost threw the boy off her nakedly squirming body. 

"Oh shit, look at her go," someone whispered in a lust-constricted voice. 

"Yes! Give it to her, Joe! Gita-going boy, and give it all to her!" Beth 
heard the boys cheering him on. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard!" She joined the three youths in urging Joe to 
give it to her, as he thrust deeper up into her greedily sucking cunt and 
began fucking in and out of her clasping tightness while the brunette 
continued to writhe, groaning in lewd passion. "Faster ... deeper ... fuck 
me harder." 

Joe did as she instructed him. With a loud grunt, he cupped her wildly 
churning buttocks with both hands and pounded into her with all his youthful 
strength. Using the middle outstretched finger of his right hand, he found 
the tightly puckered hole of her anus and sadistically dug the tip into the 
rubbery little opening, causing Beth to cry out in sudden pain. 

But, the older woman was too excited to give in to the uncomfortable feeling 
in her rectum, and she obscenely lifted her hips in invitation to the 
thrusting cock of the teenaged boy. Beth only vaguely heard the cheers of 
the other youths now as her fiery vagina slid up and down around Joe's wetly 
glistening penis. Her super-sensitive little clitoris sent spasms of ecstasy 
through her love-starved body each time the hardened shaft rubbed across it. 

"Oh Fuck! Oh God ... your hot little cunt...." Joe gasped, his breathing 
loud and rasping. "I'm gonna ... cum ... cum ... cum...." 

"No! No! Not yet! Please don't stop," the lewdly groaning brunette begged. 

The young boy slammed his wildly jerking cock up into her wetly clasping 
pussy and, as he groaned in release, his ejaculating penis spurted out gush 
after gush of his warm virile sperm. Groaning happily, he collapsed on top 
of her still lunging body, his already deflating cock sliding from her 
greedily rotating slit, spewing cum across her naked thighs. 

"Get off! Joe, get off her! Oh shit, hurry," one of the youths gasped as he 
impatiently shoved the sixteen year old boy aside. He quickly fell on top of 
Beth's shamelessly squirming nakedness and with one smooth forward motion of 
his hips rammed his hardened young penis deep up inside her cum-filled cunt. 

Beth felt her vaginal passage being filled with delicious boy cock again, 
and she moaned with pleasure, "Yes! Yes! More, sweetie, fuck me some more." 

A second friend of Joe's was frantically jerking at his own eagerly 
pulsating cock when he rasped out in a lust-hoarsened voice, "Shit! I ain't 
waiting another fucking minute!" 

Beth saw the naked youth move in toward her head, and she could see his 
erectly pulsating penis with the tight little testicles beneath it. She 
reached out and cradled them tenderly in the palm of her hand. Teasingly, 
she moved her caressing fingers to the very tip of his rigidly swollen rod 
of flesh and began to massage the mushroomed head. 

"Fuck you, cunt! I want more than that," the boy groaned. With a grunt of 
desire, he dropped to his knees and shoved the swollen tip against her lips. 
"Suck my cock!" 

Obediently, the dark-haired campaign worker opened her mouth and licked the 
angry-looking shaft with her soft warm tongue, then slowly slid her wetly 
ovaled lips up the full length of his lust-stiffened boy-flesh. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhh!" The young boy went berserk and moved closer to her face, 
his back to the naked youth who was energetically fucking into her clasping 
vaginal passage. With his knees pressed tightly against her head, he thrust 
rapidly in and out of her warm wet mouth, feeling her tongue swirling around 
and around his hardness. He shivered with lusting greed, knowing he'd soon 
pop his lid from the powerful sensations enveloping his young body. 

Beth felt the unknown boy fucking into her greedily sucking cunt, his 
fingernails digging into her buttocks, and then she heard him groaning out 
his climax. "Aaaggghhhh! She's so tight ... so good! Oh Fuck! Oh-ohhhhhhhhhh 
... ffuuccckkkk!" 

He fell to the floor beside her, his limp boy-flesh sliding from her 
cum-inundated pussy, only to be replaced immediately by the waiting 
boy-cock. Beth pumped her hips high up against the virilely pulsating penis 
now filling her vagina, fighting for her own orgasm, but the young boys were 
coming and going so fast that she'd been unable to reach that illusive apex. 
Each time she felt the first twinges of her climax, the teenager would get 
excited and cum, leaving her still hungering for more. Somehow the lewdness 
of this beautiful dark-haired older woman so salaciously bucking up and down 
on the floor drove the boys to quick satisfying orgasms, the like of which 
they'd never experienced before with high school girls. 

Slowly Beth opened her lust-glazed eyes and stared up at the warmly 
throbbing cock sliding in and out of her gratefully receiving vaginal 
passage. Beside them on the floor, Joe and the other youth lay lewdly 
grinning at the orgy being enacted in front of them. 

The knowledge that she was being watched while being fucked in the mouth and 
vagina at the same time was all the older woman needed to trigger her 
long-delayed climax. She could feel the young boy trembling as she sucked 
voraciously on his slender hardness. Wanting him to cum with her, she began 
throwing her face harder against his loins and suddenly, the hot sticky cum 
exploded into her mouth. She swallowed frantically as her throat emptied and 
filled again with his heated jism. Then her own orgasm struck-and her lust 
was like a savage wild animal shaking something caught between its jaws. She 
stiffened and then convulsed in ecstasy. 

Beth's sobbing wail of rapture forced the young man's still ejaculating 
penis out of her mouth, and his cum splattered against her face and neck as 
her nakedly jerking body doubled up with an overpowering climax. She gasped 
in a frenzied lust-hoarsened voice as the youth between her wide-spread 
loins grunted and began emptying his own cum-filled balls deep inside her 
already sperm-slickened vagina. And then, after a moment, she collapsed onto 
the carpet, completely spent and her drugged mind swirled in ecstasy. 

Awareness slowly returned and with it the realization that one of the boys 
was fucking her again, his youthful penis thrusting deep up into her still 
quivering pussy. A lascivious grin split her cum-smeared lips as she 
stammered, "You guys are wonderful! You're all mine!" 

She motioned to Joe who was now sitting on the floor beside her, caressing 
the firm upthrust mounds of her naked breasts, and with a gentle whisper, 
said, "Come here, baby! Let me suck your beautiful cock until it gets hard 
again." 

Although the sixteen year old boy was near to exhaustion, he straddled her 
chest and pressed the tip of his slender penis against her wetly parted 
lips. His excitement got too much for him and he began sadistically shoving 
his pulsating hardness deep down her throat. Beth gagged and fought to get 
her breath, but Joe held her arms to her sides while he slammed again and 
again into the depths of her hotly spasming throat. 

Finally, with tightly ovaled lips, Beth forced Joe to slow down and she 
breathed steadily as he fucked in and out of her soft moist mouth. She 
swirled her dancing tongue around and around his sensitive cock-head and 
grinned in satisfaction as he came to a quick violent climax, roaring out 
his pleasure, "Shit! Fuck! Aaagggghhhhhh! I'm cumming ... I'm cumming, you 
cocksucking bitch! I. ... I ... Aaaagggghhhhhhhh!" 

The other boy fucking into her tightly clasping vagina ejaculated his 
virilely heated semen at the same time, and Beth felt yet another powerful 
climax rip through her own nakedly writhing body. Oh God! she thought, I 
can't take any more ... my mind is blown! I can't even think! With a sigh as 
though someone had let the air out of her, she collapsed into a state of 
unconsciousness. 

The four boys lay sprawled around the voluptuous young brunette, breathing 
heavily with eyes closed and minds unaware of their surroundings. They had 
fucked and been sucked until all their strength had ebbed from their 
youthful bodies. 

A few minutes later Joe sat up and groaned wearily, "We'd better get the 
hell out of here, you guys!" 

"Listen, Joe," one of the teenagers said as he lit up another marijuana 
cigarette, "The next time let's bring a camera, and get some pictures of 
this hot little cunt." 

"Hey, man, groovy!" Joe answered as he took the joint from the boy and took 
a deep drag. He was as weak as a kitten and needed something to give him 
strength to move. "We could probably make more money with "fuck pictures" 
than pushing." 

"Great!" the other boys chorused. 

Beth heard the teenage youths talking, and her mind cleared enough to 
understand what they were saying, but it was difficult for her to associate 
herself with the person they were talking about. The drugged feeling had 
almost disappeared when she opened her eyes to stare at the disarray of 
naked young boys surrounding her. Damn! It was all true! She was nothing but 
a whoring bitch! A female corrupter of teenage boys! 

"Say, Pussycat," Joe whispered as he saw her open her eyes. "How about 
posing for us?" 

Beth could only nod her head as the lewd thought of being photographed with 
the naked boys penetrated her conscious mind. She had been fucked half to 
death by them, and it would be useless to say no to this final debasement. 
They would somehow find a way to do it, even if she denied them the right. 
They would never leave her alone ... not now! They would use her body again 
and again no matter what she said. But, still, the idea was lewdly exciting, 
and she smiled as she thought of the scenes to come. They could take all the 
pictures they wanted. She'd give these little boys something to look at. 

She sat up, opened her legs and used her hands to lewdly spread her 
hair-lined vaginal lips, exposing the pink flesh of her cum-soaked pussy, 
and said, "How about this pose?" 

Suddenly out of the corner of her eyes she caught the silhouette of a man 
standing just inside the door of her apartment! The young campaign volunteer 
froze with fear, her mouth gaping in shock. Oh God! Who? How long had he 
been watching? Why was he so quiet ... and still? 

The boys followed her stricken gaze and guiltily jumped to their feet when 
they saw the darkened shadow of the man. "Who the fuck is he?" Joe snapped 
as he stared at the figure, surprised and suddenly unsure of himself. 

Beth's mouth was still open, and her fear-widened eyes were glued to the 
man, unable to turn away. She tried to cover her nakedness with her hands as 
she drew her legs tightly together. And then with a cry of anguish, she 
crawled across the floor to where her clothes had been carelessly discarded. 
Just as she reached the crumpled shirt, she froze into immobility at the 
sound of the angry voice: 

"What's going on here?" James Benson roared, still standing in front of the 
door, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. 

The four teenagers had grabbed their clothes, and before Beth realized it, 
they were fully dressed and moving toward the door. She stared with stunned 
eyes at her former boss who was now advancing menacingly through the room to 
the spot where she sat trembling in frightened humiliation. 

"I asked what you're doing? Can't any of you tough little punks speak?" the 
campaign manager asked the white-faced boys. 

"Uh ... uh ... uh...." Joe stammered, and while the older man waited for an 
explanation, the youths whirled and dashed toward the door, disappearing 
like frightened rabbits into the hallway. 

Deserted, Beth lay shivering with shame, a large puddle of congealed sperm 
beneath her naked buttocks. Suddenly, she began to sob and was soon weeping 
hysterically, "They made ... they made ... they made me do it! Oh God! They 
made me do it!" 

"Beth! Why didn't you tell me what happened in the ghetto? That is what 
happened, isn't it?" James Benson whispered, deeply shaken. 

"Yes! But, I couldn't! I couldn't tell you," she mumbled. "They said they'd 
tell the police I molested them ... and they drugged me...." 

The older man lifted her nakedly trembling body from the carpet and carried 
her to the bathroom. "Take a shower and wash that filth off! I'll put you to 
bed before I go." 

Much later Benson had gotten her quieted down and settled into bed. He 
thought she was finally asleep, but when he let go of her hand and got up 
from the chair where he'd been sitting beside her for almost an hour, she 
moaned, "Please don't leave me alone! I'm afraid! Don't leave me, James, 
it'll just happen again if I'm alone." 

"All right, Beth. I'll stay as long as you need me." He had such an 
overwhelming feeling of guilt about letting the naive young woman drive the 
campaign bus that he felt obligated to try to protect her from further 
abuse. But there was another thing involved: he had seen her enjoying all 
that fucking before she knew he was there. By God, she was a female who 
obviously dug sex. If so, he was going to get his share! 

He'd give her a chance to get over the horrible things she'd been forced to 
do while under the influence of drugs, and then he'd show her what making 
love was really like. The things he'd seen while standing immobile in front 
of her apartment door ... goddamnit! It was all he could do to keep from 
ripping his clothes off and jumping into bed with her right now! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Two weeks had passed since that terrible night when James Benson found Beth 
nakedly displaying herself to the boys on the floor of her apartment. True 
to his word the campaign manager didn't leave her alone. With her consent, 
he'd taken her to his house, and the emotionally confused young brunette had 
been there ever since. He pampered her like a fragile mistress, but not once 
had the older man tried to make love to her, because every time he touched 
the troubled young girl she reacted with such revulsion to the touch that 
he'd wondered if maybe he hadn't been wrong about her seeming to enjoy the 
ravishment by the four little hoodlums. But, like most politicians, he was a 
very patient man, and he bided his time while the voluptuous dark-haired 
girl slept alone in the guest bedroom. 

Early one morning, in the beginning of the third week, Beth awakened to a 
beautifully sunshiny day, and the serenity of t'xe morning made her wish it 
would last forevei. She knew that sooner or later she'd have to go back to 
her own apartment, but the thought of it made her tremble with fear, while 
at the same time, a lewd excitement shivered through her body at the sudden 
vision of Joe Wilson and his teenaged friends finding out that she was back. 
She could almost see them walking arrogantly through the door of her 
apartment, taking over as if they owned it. If Beth had been honest with 
herself, she would have admitted that the lewd hunger was daily growing in 
the pit of her belly and her desire increasing with each passing hour for 
the virile young boys to come and find her. 

In one way, the beautiful twenty-four year old woman had accepted the fact 
that her mind was sick, and that she needed psychiatric help; and yet, she'd 
convinced James Benson that she hated what the boys did to her. She had 
promised him she'd never smoke marijuana, again, even if they killed her. 
But in the sterile silence of her lonely room, her need to be loved grew 
like a hot house rose in the heat of her long suppressed passion. 

So it was, on this morning of the third week that Beth-for the first time 
since that fateful night-suddenly felt alive, and her mind refused to deny 
any longer the existence of her gnawing carnal hunger. She could almost feel 
Joe's slender erection throbbing up inside her love-starved vagina! And now, 
through the smoking vapours of her own heated passion, she could feel 
another wonderfully hardened teenage penis in her mouth. She shuddered once, 
violently, and then said loudly, "No! No! No!" 

The distraught young girl didn't hear the older man opening the bedroom door 
until he spoke, "Did I just hear you cry out?" he asked, his face a mask of 
concern. "I thought you might need some coffee," he added as he placed the 
tray on the bedside table. 

"I ... I was just dreaming," she whispered, still shaken by her lustful 
desires. 

"Not again!" he sighed as he sat down on the bed beside her. "Beth, it might 
help you forget the terrible things they did to you if you learned how 
wonderful sex can really be. I want to love you." 

"Oh God, no!" She quickly sat up, the sheet falling down to reveal her 
quivering young breasts. She'd momentarily forgotten about waking during the 
night and being too warm in her long-sleeved nylon gown. Now, she remembered 
that she'd taken it off and dropped it beside the bed. 

Benson's control snapped at the sight of her lushly ripened nakedness. With 
a gasp of lewd desire, he reached out and tenderly caressed the soft satiny 
skin of her upthrust breasts. "You're so beautiful, darling. I want to hold 
you, comfort you, and caress you." 

"No ... no ... oh God, no, James. You can't!" She pulled the sheet up to her 
chin and fell back on the bed. 

"I've waited a long time, Beth! I've been good to you, and I realized that 
you needed to forget about what happened, but we can't wait any longer." He 
groaned with an obscene hunger and dropped his face downward to nuzzle her 
sheet-covered breasts. 

The frightened brunette tried to push him away, but as soon as she let go of 
the sheet, he yanked the covering off to bare her naked torso. Dropping his 
mouth to her goose-pimpled nipple, he took her little pink nub between his 
lips and swirled his probing tongue around her sensitive flesh. 

"Oh ... don't! Please, James!" She fought him with all her strength, but he 
held her hands tightly against the bed and continued the lust-provoking 
nibbling of her erect little nipples. 

"There ... there, don't be nervous. It's going to be all right. You'll see," 
he crooned as he lifted his head and stared Nat her fear-contorted face. 
"Just relax! I'll take care of you." 

Beth felt a shudder of revulsion pass through her at the touch of his hand 
on her naked breasts, and then she gasped in fright and frantically shook 
her head as the older man stood up and unfastened the robe he was wearing, 
revealing his naked well-kept body beneath the loose garment. She knew he 
always wore pajamas to bed, so he'd actually come into the room planning to 
rape her! 

"Wh ... what are you going to do...." 

"Relax, darling. It's okay! I'm gonna show you how wonderful love-making can 
be if it's done by someone who cares for you," the campaign manager soothed, 
as he climbed into bed beside the terrified girl's nakedly trembling body. 

Beth lay unmoving as Benson pressed his warm wet mouth to her lips and 
passionately kissed her while caressing her sensitive breasts and tweaking 
her nipples into hardness. In total disbelief, Beth stared wide-eyed at the 
adult male body whose intimate touches both excited her and repelled her at 
the same time. 

"I ... I thought you were different," she stammered stupidly. 

"I am ... shhhhhhhh! Just relax and let me love you," James Benson 
whispered, his long v thick cock was hard and throbbing menacingly against 
the girl's naked thigh. 

"You're so beautiful! You excited me the first time you came into my 
office," he gasped. 

"Then why? Why did you pretend to help me ... to be my friend?" 

"I didn't pretend! I have helped you. I am helping you now! I will help you 
by teaching you the joy of sex." 

"No! I won't let you! I won't," she mumbled as she struggled against his 
muscular body, trying to get away. Again, she fought with all her strength, 
but the dark-haired girl was helpless against the political campaigner's 
powerful arms now holding her down on the bed. She had no choice but to 
accept the cruel punishment. She should have known he was just like all the 
rest. He'd said he wanted to "protect" her from the teenagers, and all the 
time he'd been planning to do the same thing they had done. Besides, here 
she was in his house, sleeping in his bed, and she'd willingly come to live 
with him! He probably thought she'd be grateful and want him to love her. 

Knowing that no one would ever believe that he'd forced her into making 
love, Beth slowly relaxed under the pressure of his mouth, and then, his 
probing tongue was plunging in and out between her teeth like a tiny red 
penis. She felt the first tremors of excitement shooting through her nakedly 
trembling belly as James caressed her now responding body. It felt good! It 
actually felt good! 

Slowly, he removed his lips from hers and lowered his face to her taut 
little nipple again, hungrily sucking it up into his mouth. And then, 
teasingly he slid his hand down her curving waist, all the way to her 
tightly clenched thighs. Playing with the sparsely curling hair that covered 
her throbbing pussy mound, the experienced older man twisted it around his 
finger and then let it slip away before reverently covering her quivering 
cuntal flesh with the palm of his hand. 

The tantalizing caresses spread delightful sensations throughout her body, 
emanating from her already moistening vagina! Oh Jesus! Maybe she was wrong! 
Was it possible to be just as wonderful with an adult male as it was with 
Joe and his teenage gang? Since she had no choice but to accept the older 
man's advances, she might as well try to enjoy it. 

James felt her voluptuous young body relax even more, and he moved over her, 
wrapping his legs around her slowly moving hips. He could feel the soft 
matte of her hair-lined pussy lips brushing across his painfully hardened 
shaft. Shit, she was enough to drive a man out of his head, he thought as he 
slid his eagerly pulsating penis up and down the entire wetly heated length 
of her cuntal furrow. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, baby! If you only knew how exciting you are," he 
muttered hoarsely. "How good your hot little pussy feels." 

Beth's breathing quickened and rasped from her lust-constricted throat as 
Benson continued to shower kisses on her warmly tingling breasts, moving 
downward in a sliding motion until his lips were just above her belly 
button. He dipped the end of his rapier-like tongue into the little dimple 
and then, quickly slid his nibbling mouth downward until he was directly 
over her passion-dampened slit. Slowly, he teased at her now slightly spread 
cuntal lips and took a deep appreciative breath, smelling her warmly 
perfumed cunt. 

Groaning with lewd hunger as he knelt between her widespread trembling legs, 
he forced her knees up and back, and then lowered his extended tongue to the 
wetly throbbing portal of her femaledom. A great shudder of obvious pleasure 
shook the naked young girl's body as his tongue found her sensitively 
quivering clitoris and gently sucked it up into his warm wet mouth. A wave 
of disgust and shame tried to penetrate her brain as she thought of the 
obscene tonguing, but the lewd excitement was too powerful for her 
sensibilities to fight. 

Now he was forcing her thighs even further back, until her knees touched her 
shoulders. He stared at her succulent vaginal flesh for a second, then 
drooling, he buried his face in the warm moist crevice of her pussy. Licking 
and sucking mindlessly, while his fingers tweaked at her distended nipples, 
he hungrily fucked his probing tongue in and out of her tight little vaginal 
slit. 

"Ooohhhhhhhhh ... oooohhhhhhhhh, yes...." Beth moaned uncontrollably. 
Memories flooded her tortured brain ... memories of a young boy's penis 
bringing her the same pleasure and unthinkingly, she reached down and 
grasped the campaign manager's head, grinding her steaming cunt up against 
his assaulting mouth. The wonderful sensation up between her lewdly spread 
thighs was the greatest, and momentarily she thought only of a teenage boy, 
pretending Joe Wilson was the male tongue-fucking her. 

"Oooooommmmhhhhhh! More! Yes, yes! Aaagghhh," Beth gasped, thrusting her 
wetly throbbing vagina up against the older man's bobbing face. 

The delicious licking of her quivering young cunt enveloped her nakedly 
writhing body with lewd hunger, and she wanted it to continue, go on 
forever. Suddenly, she felt his outstretched finger slide into the crevice 
between her thrusting buttocks and groaned with pleasure as he began to 
caress her tiny little rectum. That felt good! Then he forced the tip 
forward, penetrating the tight spincter muscle guarding her anal passage. 
The pain in her virginal hole blended with the uncontrollable surges of 
erotic excitement rippling out from her feverishly throbbing vagina, and she 
began to pint uncaringly. 

A strange sadistic glow spread across James Benson's face as he felt her 
ass-cheeks pushing eagerly back against his hand, and he thrust his finger 
in deeper, widely stretching her tightly pulsating anus. By God, she was an 
anal erotic as well as being at hot little bitch. 

Gasping from the pain, a madness overtook Beth and she wanted to be hurt, 
wanted to be punished for her perverted behavior with the teenage boys. 
Impaled on Benson's long probing tongue fucking in and out of her throbbing 
cuntal passage, and his outstretched middle finger sawing back and forth in 
her painfully widened rectum, the young campaign worker felt a wild 
masochistic ecstasy seething deep inside her taut little belly. Nothing 
mattered now but the wonderful delirium of the exciting sensations sweeping 
through her lust-tortured body. There was nothing else in the whole world 
except this crazed hunger in her loins as she writhed between the man's 
finger and tongue. 

"OoolmWmhhhh," she moaned, "I can't stand it! James! Please! I'm dying ... 
it's too much! Too good! Harder! Harder! Aaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhh!" 

The political publicist worked frantically, feeling her softly curling 
pussy-hair brushing against his cheeks. Goddamn, he'd never seen anyone as 
hot as this beautiful little bitch! She was really turned on now! The way 
her ass-cheeks were pivoting around on the bed and the way she was holding 
his face tight against her wildly quivering cunt proved she'd really wanted 
to be fucked all the time. He stared up into her lust-contorted face, and 
suddenly the thought hit him that maybe she had asked the boys to fuck her 
... maybe she was just a little whore after all! But he didn't care ... not 
now! His snake-like tongue plunged back and forth into her fiery little hole 
as his speeded rhythm drove her into a frantic writhing movement. He wanted 
her to beg him to shove his painfully throbbing cock up inside her 
mouth-watering cunt. 

He continued to nibble at Beth's hardened little clitoris as a low guttural 
groan exploded from her tightly clenched teeth. Her soft satiny thighs 
gripped his head in a bone-crushing convulsion, and he could feel her 
moistly pulsing flesh as it quivered against his long teasing tongue, 
attempting to imprison it deep inside her tight little vagina while her 
puckering anus sucked like a feeding fish's mouth at his extended finger. He 
pressed his saliva-filled mouth down into her pulsating slit, and used his 
nose to rub against the sensitive little nub of her clitoris. Excitedly, he 
breathed in the pungent odor of her flowing cuntal juices and felt his cock 
lurch into an even greater hardness. He knew he couldn't control his desire 
much longer ... he had to have release. 

Beth was now lost in the hunger of her love-starved body, and every muscle 
strained upward toward the overpowering sensations up between her legs. 
She'd never dreamed that a grown man could bring her such pleasure! She'd 
never wanted one before! But, this was wonderful. 

"Ooohhhhhhhh! Aaaaagggghhhhhhhh," she panted, splaying her knees as wide as 
humanly possible in her bent-double position. "Oh God! Don't stop! Eat my 
pussy! Lick my cunt! Shove your finger deeper in my asshole! Aaaaaggghhhh!" 

James fucked his sodomizing finger in and out of her widely stretched anus, 
probing the soft mushy lining while he thrust his tongue in and out of the 
greedily sucking passage of her vagina. She was ready to be fucked now! She 
hadn't asked him to, but he was ready and couldn't wait any longer. 

Beth felt her climax rushing to an apex of pleasure that threatened to blow 
her mind. The waves of release were already washing over her nakedly 
writhing body, and she mewled as the obscene pleasure of her orgasm hit her 
again and again, tearing her body apart with ecstasy. 

"I ... I'm cumming! I'm ccuuummmmming! Aaaiiiieeeeee!" She wailed in wanton 
rapture, but even at this height there was something missing ... a terrible 
emptiness in her belly. 

Grinning in lewd triumph at the knowledge he had tongue-fucked her to 
orgasm, Benson withdrew his finger from her tightly clenching anus, and then 
lifted his face from her flowing slit. The young girl gasped as the cool air 
hit her hotly spasming vaginal passage. Her physical strength had drained 
from her body, and she was unable to fight him as he climbed over her 
satiated form. He kissed her flat little belly and then slid his lewdly 
licking tongue upward to her nakedly heaving breasts. 

The older man had just placed the tip of his lust-thickened penis at the 
entrance to her quivering pussy when she blinked in alarm completely alert 
and anxious. 

"What are you doing?" she gasped. 

"What the hell do you think I'm doing," he rasped. "I'm gonna fuck you. My 
cock's just about to explode." 

"No ... no ... not that!" 

"Why the hell not? he asked as he shoved hard and his heavy body fell on top 
of her, pinning her trembling buttocks to the mattress below. With one 
masterful shove, his long thick cock slid up into her wetly resisting pussy, 
ramming in until the throbbing shaft was buried to the hilt and his 
cum-filled balls slapping against her defenselessly upturned ass-cheeks. 

"Oh God! Ooohhhhhhhhhh," she whimpered, feeling her quivering vaginal 
passage being completely filled with his lust-thickened penis. "Oh God! No!" 

He ignored her pleas, unable to stop new even if his life depended on it. 
Shit! Her beautiful little cunt was so tight that he couldn't move his 
wildly throbbing cock without cumming! After a second or two he slowly 
inched his lust-hardened shaft outward until just the cock-head was buried 
in her soft warm slit. Then, ever so slowly, he pushed it back up inside her 
hotly trembling cunt until it was completely ensheathed in her clasping 
vaginal flesh. 

But, James Benson had waited too long! His overpowering lust took control, 
and suddenly he began a sadistic sawing motion in and out of Beth's 
wide-stretched vaginal passage, mercilessly slamming against her squirming 
body beneath him. Quickly, he came to his climax, cumming in a never-ending 
stream of pent-up sperm that splattered like hot lead up against her cuntal 
walls. 

Beth felt the explosion of his cumming inside her, and the tears filled her 
eyes with relief ... relief that it was all over! She lay beneath the man's 
spasming body unfeeling and disappointed. He wasn't her friend! He just 
wanted to use her body for a receptacle to empty his male sperm. When he 
collapsed to the bed beside her, she knew she'd have to leave his house 
today. She couldn't stay any longer and refuse him the use of her body. And 
besides that, she knew for sure now that the only male for her was a young 
boy like Joe Wilson. Joe! 

She would find him and tell him she needed him ... wanted him! Wanted him 
... and his friends ... to fuck her, to treat her as their own special 
whore. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

After the campaign manager had left the house for the office, Beth dressed 
and packed her belongings in the one case she'd brought with her. There was 
nothing left behind to indicate that she was leaving for good, and 
furthermore, she didn't care what James Benson thought. He'd never find her! 
Not if she had anything to do with it. He had been good to her at first, but 
it had been erased by the few minutes in her bed earlier this morning. 

She stopped at her own apartment just long enough to leave her things, and 
then went to the bus stop a block away. She had only one thing on her mind, 
and that was to find Joe. Suddenly, she thought of what she was doing and 
began to tremble with a pang of embarrassment. If she did the right thing 
she'd go back to her apartment and stay far away from her young friend. She 
should fight the terrible forbidden urge to be with the handsome teenager. 
How could she even think of becoming involved with him again? If the police 
ever found out, they'd arrest her and send her to jail ... for contributing 
to the delinquency of the juvenile boys. 

That thought made her smile at the ridiculous law. It would be impossible 
for anyone to corrupt Joe. An experienced lover at sixteen ... a drug 
pusher, and even willing to deal in pornography! Contribute to his 
delinquency? That was the biggest joke of the year! Maybe there should be a 
law against contributing to the delinquency of an adult. As she sat on the 
bench waiting for the" bus, she let her thoughts wander from the moment, and 
she fell to thinking about her future. She would apply for a teaching 
position at a school in the ghetto, and then she could see Joe any time she 
wanted to ... or maybe she'd have a whole stable of young boys. 

The bus dropped her on Whitten Street at four o'clock, and suddenly doubts 
began to assail her again. What if Joe didn't want to see her? He must have 
lots of girls! As she walked toward the door of the condemned tenement 
building, the beautiful brunette began to tremble with uncertainty and 
disgust. It was also possible that his parents would find out about their 
affair and report her, too. 

All her courage deserted her the second she saw the door of the deserted 
tenement in front of her. Quickly, she turned and hurried down the street 
... away from the room where the teenager had taught her to enjoy sex with 
him. 

Seeing a coffee shop, she went inside and ordered a cup of hot black coffee, 
then with trembling hands began to sip the strong liquid. Slowly, her mind 
cleared enough for her to see things in a sensible light, and she was 
shocked at the unbelievable thing she'd almost done. Oh God! She'd wanted to 
go crawling to the youth and beg him to use her again! 

But, thank goodness, she'd stopped herself before it was too late! Suddenly, 
the lonely brunette knew what she had to do. She needed professional help, 
and it was just about time she faced facts and asked for it. Somewhere in 
her past something had happened to make her crave young boys. She'd been 
orphaned at the age of six when her parents were killed in an accident, and 
she'd gone to live with an old-maid aunt. She could still remember how Aunt 
Maude had hugged and fondled her young cousin Bill when he visited them for 
the weekend, but she could never remember being hugged by anyone. She'd 
hated both Bill and her aunt because she always felt left out and unloved. 
They practically ignored her while they stayed in the bedroom most of the 
time. 

Now, she remembered the times she'd secretly cried herself to sleep as a 
teenager, wishing that Bill would love her. He was the only boy she'd known 
since her aunt refused to allow her to date boys. Aunt Maude told her all 
about men and the way they took advantage of a girl. She shivered as she 
remembered the fear she felt when a boy even talked to her in high school. 
She was sure they were going to rape her right in the hallway. Just like 
Aunt Maude had told her they would. 

Sitting at the table drinking coffee across the street from the tenement 
clubhouse of the young gang, Beth reluctantly admitted to herself that her 
problems could have started then. She used to lie in bed and caress her 
warmly pulsing vagina at night, pretending it was Bill doing it. Afterwards, 
she lay shivering with guilt and fear that her aunt would find out about 
what she did to herself. 

Strange, that after all these years she should think about Bill and Aunt 
Maude. She thought she'd put it all out of her mind a long time ago. If only 
her parents had lived she might be a normal woman like the other girls she'd 
known in college. Convinced of her urgent need for professional help, the 
young brunette felt a heavy load being lifted from her heart. 

Her decision made, the troubled twenty-four year old woman motioned for the 
waitress. She was determined to see the University counselor this very 
afternoon, taking no chances in changing her mind. Beth was digging in her 
purse for change to pay for the coffee when she heard a voice she thought 
she recognized talking to the man at the cash register. 

Slowly she turned to look at the familiar group of four boys who had crowded 
into the coffee shop, and she almost cried out in suffering. It was Joe and 
his gang! Beth felt like a trapped rat, and the trap was closing in on her. 
She sank back against the chair and tried to hide her face, but it was too 
late. Joe had caught sight of the long black hair and had already 
recognized. 

, "Hey, man! Look who's here! Whatcha doing, Pussycat, waiting for us?" he 
asked slyly as he sat down at the table beside her. 

Beth looked up into the grinning face and fought the swirling tide of 
emotions that unsettled her mind. Quietly, she answered, "No! I had some 
business to take care of and stopped for a cup of coffee. That's all!" 

"Looks fishy to me," the youth said teasingly. "You sure you didn't come to 
get something ... something you left in our club house?" 

"No ... no ... I did not," she stammered as the other boys gathered around 
and began to snigger at her confusion. 

"Hey, Joe, let's show her the new camera we bought," one of the boys 
whispered. 

"Yeah! We bought it just for you," Joe said, leeringly. 

"That's too bad, because you wasted your money." Beth was shaken, but still 
felt she could fight her lewd desires. "I was just leaving, so goodbye." 

"Wait a minute," Joe grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the table as she 
got up and started to walk away. "Where you been the past two weeks?" 

"It's none of your business. Why should you care what I do with my time?" 

"That's gratitude! I make a special trip to your apartment every fucking day 
to look for you, and that's the thanks I get. I was worried about you." 

Beth dropped into the chair where she'd previously been sitting and with a 
pleading voice said, "Joe! Please let me go! Help me!" 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Pussycat," Joe hung his head and 
sighed, "Chick, I'm hung up on you, don't you know that?" 

The trembling young brunette woman stared at the teenage boy with haunted 
eyes. He couldn't mean what he was saying. It was wrong! She had to stop 
this madness! Still determined to fight the excitement that inundated her 
loins at the thought of Joe really liking her as she liked him, she said, 
"Joe! It's all wrong for you and me ... to...." she paused and stared around 
the leering faces of the other boys surrounding the table. She was too 
ashamed to finish what she was trying to say. 

"To what," Joe said stubbornly. 

"I ... I can't talk here ... in front of everyone," she mumbled. 

"Then come with me to the clubhouse where we can talk without being 
interrupted." 

"No! They'll follow us!" 

"No, they won't! I promise!" Joe crossed his heart in mock sincerity, and 
then turning to the boys, he winked broadly at them and snapped, "I don't 
want nobody to leave this place before I come back. Hear me?" 

"Yeah! Sure! Course!" the boys chorused. 

"Come on, Beth. Let's go talk about it." The youth got up and grabbed Beth's 
hand, trying to pull the voluptuous brunette out the door with him. 

"Wait a minute, Joe! Wait!" she snapped, holding back, forcing him to let go 
of her hand. "What's wrong?" 

"I don't know about being alone with you. I ... I don't trust you." 

"You really crush me, baby. You can trust me. I won't do anything you don't 
want me to. I just want to tell you how much I love you." 

"It won't do any good ... not this time. I'm not ever going to ... to ... do 
that with you again," she stammered. 

"O.K.! If that's the way it is, then I'll just have to accept it," the youth 
said regretfully as he stepped through the door and held it open for her. 

His sudden change of heart was too much for Beth's faltering emotions, and 
she followed him down the street. She wanted to explain to him how she felt 
and how wrong it was to do the obscene things they did that night, but the 
real problem was she couldn't trust herself. Of course, if she was going to 
try to overcome her emotional problems then she'd have to start being strong 
... it was time she started fighting her weakness for young boys. 

"Joe, you're sweet." She sighed in defeat and said, "Come on." She locked 
her arm through his and ran across the street toward the condemned tenement 
house. "I want to explain to you how I feel. What I'm going to do after I 
leave you." 

They stepped into the building and hurried up the rickety stairs, pausing in 
front of the door to the club rooms to catch their breath. 

"Whew! I'm not used to that," Beth coughed and smiled at the grinning youth. 

"Aw, that's nothing!" Joe answered as he opened the door and led her inside. 
"I'm locking the door. See!" He made a big point of letting her see the key 
turn in the lock and then leaving it there. 

"Thank you! I just want to talk alone." 

Together they went to the room where the mattresses were and sat down side 
by side, their shoulders touching. Beth felt the sudden contact through her 
dress and knew it was going to be tough refusing anything the young boy 
asked for. She would simply have to retain her cool, control her runaway 
emotions. 

"Hey! How about a smoke?" the teenager grinned at her as he took a joint out 
of his pocket. 

"No! Definitely not! Joe, I'm serious about what I said." 

"I know ... but, it wouldn't hurt anything." 

"Doesn't matter. I'm not smoking any grass, understand!" 

"Okay! Do you believe me when I say you've really fucked up my head?" he 
asked, staring into her eyes with a pained expression on his face. 

"I ... I don't know," Beth stammered and turned away from his child-like 
look. "I just know it can't happen again. It's wrong ... terribly wrong, 
Joe! I shouldn't have let it happen. It's all my fault, because I'm sick ... 
mentally sick!" 

"No ... you can't be. That's silly. There's nothing wrong with you. You're 
perfect," the youth said as he reached out and gently caressed her hair for 
a moment. 

"You're wrong! I am sick!" 

"Who says so? That old bastard who saw you balling?" he asked suspiciously. 
"Just because you dig fucking? That's why you're supposed to be sick?" 

"Yes, that's why I'm sick; but no, it wasn't that man. I think I'm sick." It 
was barely a whisper as Beth felt the tears begin to fill her blinking eyes. 

"Then half the population of the world is sick! If it's sick to like fucking 
and well to shoot people in wars, then I'm sick, and I'm glad ... glad ... 
glad! You hear? I'm glad!" 

Beth lay back across the mattress and covered her face, choking back the 
sobs that threatened to engulf her. Quickly, Joe lay beside her and tenderly 
took both her hands in his. He kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips, her 
chin, and then returned to her closed eyelids to repeat the process. 

"Beth! Listen to me. It's fun being with you, and yes, it's fun balling with 
you, too! Don't fight it! I think it's wonderful to be loved." 

"You're too nice to me! I'm really screwing up your life ... and mine. I ... 
I ... oh God help me." She yanked one hand away from his and then wrapped 
her arm around his neck, hungrily pulling the boy down against her trembling 
body, kissing him passionately on the lips. She really did need him, but she 
couldn't have him ... not a sixteen year old boy! 

Beth moaned in desperation as he slipped his hand inside the "V" of her 
dress and caressed her naked breasts, sending flames of lewd desire arching 
throughout her love-starved body.-Small shivers of wanton excitement raced 
through her erect little nipples as he rolled them into lust-provoking 
little nubs. She felt the heat of his rasping breath on her face as he 
kissed her slightly open mouth, plunging his warm wet tongue between her 
white teeth. Subconsciously, she thrust her own tongue forward and he sucked 
it deep into his mouth. Oh God! His kisses were like liquid fire. She should 
leave. Go now. Get away from him before it was too late. Already her vagina 
was throbbing out a heated liquid-the prelude to making love. 

The youth eased his mouth away from hers and whispered in her ear, "Let's 
take our clothes off, Pussycat." 

Instantly the danger of her impossible situation struck her. Again she 
thought about running away ... far away from this handsome teenager who 
drove her to the brink of insanity with his caresses. But, more than that, 
she wanted him to hold her in his strong young arms and satisfy this 
terrible craving in her belly. 

"Come on, please!" he said, sitting up on the mattress and removing his 
shirt. 

Weakly, she protested, staring at his naked chest as he began unzipping his 
tight Levi's and sliding them down his youthfully slender legs. Then, 
completely naked, he glued his mouth to hers again, his tongue moving deep 
into the soft moistness and sparring with hers. Unconsciously, she let her 
hand slide to his breast, her fingertips raking his tiny nipple, squeezing 
and rolling it as he had done to hers earlier. 

She felt his hand traveling up the tender flesh of her inner thigh beneath 
her mini skirt, and momentarily, her breath caught in her throat as his 
outstretched middle finger slid inside the tight elastic legband and parted 
the sensitive lips of her vagina to allow the tip of his finger to graze her 
already hardened clitoris. 

Beth froze as her brain fought for control. She couldn't do it! This was 
exactly what she didn't Want to do. She'd promised to fight it, and fight it 
she would. 

"No ... Joe ... no ... don't do that she gasped, struggling with renewed 
strength to get away from his tightly entwined arms. 

"Goddamnit, now what's wrong?" 

"Leave me alone! Let me go! I can't talk to you," she snapped, starting to 
get up off the mattress. 

Quickly, he reached out, caught her wrist in his hand, and shoved her 
backwards. The weight of his naked body pinned her to the soiled mattress 
beneath him as he growled in anger, "Shit, you're really a cock-teasing 
bitch! I was gonna be nice to you, but if you want it the hard way, then 
you're gonna get fucked like you never been fucked before." He hooked his 
fingers in the nylon of her bikini panties and tore them away from her loins 
with one savage jerk. 

"Oh God, no! I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to arouse you! Please, Joe ... 
please let me go!" she pleaded as hot tears of shame ran down her cheeks. 
The teenager's only answer was to shove her dress up over her hips and bunch 
it around her waist. Her ripely voluptuous thighs, the soft dark pussy hair, 
and the flatness of her white belly were visible to his leering eyes, and 
she felt his warmly throbbing penis being forced against her trembling 
vaginal slit as he spread her thighs apart with his knee. Then he raised her 
legs high, forcing them wider apart and used the thick rubbery head of his 
cock to part the fleshy pink lips of her fearfully quivering cunt. 

The helpless young campaign volunteer shuddered and moaned in undeniable 
delight as she felt the electrifying contact against the sensitive nub of 
her clitoris. And slowly then, the rigid shaft of boy-flesh began to sink 
deep into her involuntarily clutching passage. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh ... dear God help me...." Beth gasped in lewd excitement as 
his hotly throbbing penis filled her tight little pussy. 

"I gotta fuck you ... you fucking cunt...." Joe blurted as he began 
sadistically slamming into her with mindless abandon. 

He came down heavily on top of her, crushing her dress-covered breasts 
against his chest. He slammed into her with roaring fury, sending his long 
virile cock sliding all the way inside her wetly clasping cunt, pushing the 
soft moist flesh in pulsating waves of rapturous sensation in front of it. 
His tight little balls slapped rhythmically against her nakedly upturned 
ass-cheeks as he sawed his rigid shaft back and forth, thrusting deeper, 
ever deeper up into her belly. 

"Oh no! Oh Jesus!" she moaned beneath him as he speared into her 
mercilessly. It was like a warm wonderful pole of hard flesh being driven 
into her erotically throbbing vagina, and she could feel every tiny ridge on 
its stiffened length as it stroked in and out of the ecstatic hole up 
between her widespread legs. 

"Like it rough and hard?" he asked as he grinned down at her in sadistic 
delight. 

When she didn't answer, Joe snapped, "I asked you a question, you fucking 
cunt," he roared as he spread her thighs wider and slammed into her with a 
body-jolting lunge. 

"Yes ... yes ... Joe! Do whatever you want to ... punish me ... punish me 
for hurting you." 

"Beg me to fuck you ... like you did the last time." 

"Fuck me...." she said in an unfeeling monotone. 

"With the same spirit, pussycat. Like you really mean it." 

"Fuck me, you bastard ... fuck me hard! Fuck me...." she hissed, spitting 
out the lewd words as she raked her fingernails across his naked back. 

The youth yelped with pain as the blood oozed from the deep scratches, and 
he slapped her hard across the face. "Do that again, you whore, and I'll 
kill you," he snapped, then bit down on the dress covered nipple of her 
firmly upthrust breast. 

Beth didn't even cry out! Her degradation was surely complete now. She'd 
brought it all on herself and the only way to purge her sins was to let 
herself be punished ... tortured by the same youth she'd lusted for. She 
would fight the exciting pleasure and accept only the suffering. Her mind 
was strong enough to retain control over her body, and she intended to see 
that it did control it, no matter how good the boy lover might feel. 

She knew that Joe was waiting for her to stop resisting, signaling the 
moment when she would begin enjoying his vile treatment. But, this time he 
would have to wait until hell froze over! The agony in her mind made her 
moan uncaringly as the young boy clamped his mouth over hers, digging his 
wet tongue between her quivering lips. He began a slow rocking movement, 
fucking in and out between her widespread legs, his rock-hard cock scraping 
against every tingling nerve ending in her pussy. As the heated sensations 
spread throughout her involuntarily responding body, the tortured young 
woman instinctively knew she was fighting a losing battle against her lewd 
hunger. 

And it wasn't long before her hips began to buck wildly beneath the boy's 
naked body and she groaned incessantly up into the moisture of his mouth as 
she shoved her tongue, with mindless rhythm, deep into his throat. Loud 
passionate mewls of lewd delight were wrung from her lips as she strained 
her pulsating pussy up to meet his pistoning young penis. 

Joe slaved above the shamelessly aroused brunette, moving suddenly into 
longer deeper strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her hotly clasping 
vagina on the backstroke, and then slamming forward into her wide-split cunt 
until she felt the harsh slap of his sperm-laden testicles against the naked 
crevice of her anus. They tossed and rolled across the bed like two animals 
in the death throes, the movement forcing their lips to separate. 

Abruptly, Beth realized she was on top of the young boy and she clamped her 
knees against his slender sides holding him in place, suddenly taking 
control of their obscene motions. 

"Ummmmmmmm! Wanta be boss, huh?" he grinned up into her lust-contorted face. 

"Ooohhhhhhhh! Aaaahhhggghhhhhh," was the brunette's only reply as she 
bounced her wildly ecstatic pussy up and down on his rock-hard shaft of 
flesh. 

Smiling, Joe pulled her face back down to his lips and kissed her, plunging 
his tongue deep into her gasping throat while she twisted and wantonly 
spread her vaginal slit as wide as she could. Her circled pussy lips were 
throbbing with an excess of blood and were swollen almost twice their normal 
size as they lewdly sucked at his thickened hardness. 

After a moment, the naked teenager pulled his mouth away from hers again and 
lifted his head slightly in order to look down at her gaping hair-lined 
furrow. He watched his wetly glistening penis sliding in and out of her 
pouting pink cunt, her nibbling pussy lips clinging to his shaft as if 
reluctant to let it go. Then he looked up into her beautiful, lust-contorted 
face and saw her eyes grow vacant and smoky as she started the slow climb to 
orgasm. 

The sight was too much for the virile young boy and he quickened his 
thrusts, hot and deep up into her belly. The tormenting hunger up between 
her legs caused Beth to thrash above him, and she rode his hard young cock 
as if she couldn't get enough of it." 

"O o o h h h h h h h h h ... aaaaggg hhhhhhhhh...." she chanted as she raced 
the final lap to an insane climax, and felt his thickened shaft expanding 
inside her ecstatic vaginal passage. 

"Oh shit ... fuck ... oh shit ... I'm cum ... cummming," Joe roared as he 
grunted and groaned, his buttocks grinding up off the mattress, stabbing his 
wildly ejaculating cock upward into the hidden recesses of her womb. 

Beth was a blistering mass of delightful pleasure deep inside her loins as 
the overpowering pressure built inside her. She was only vaguely aware of 
the youth's fingers playing with her throbbing cuntal lips now, and the hot 
slippery friction-as he tweaked at her sensitive clitoris-threatened to 
unhinge her mind. 

"Harder ... harder ... Joe ... don't take it out," she gasped. "I'm about 
there. Keep fucking! Oh God, don't stop!" She breathed a grateful sigh when 
she felt his renewed erection. 

At that precise moment, two of the young boys who had accompanied Joe Wilson 
to her apartment that night came piling into the room where the couple were 
lewdly writhing on the dirty mattress. 

An obscene snicker penetrated Beth's lust-deafened mind, and her body 
momentarily froze in mid-stride as she stared around to see who it was. When 
she saw the hot glittering eyes of the two familiar teenagers, she felt her 
heart lurch painfully. Oh no! Joe had betrayed her again. He'd promised her. 
In spite of her initial rush of anger and disappointment, she felt the 
sudden jolt of lewd excitement-even greater than anything she had 
experienced before-as she realized someone was once again watching her fuck. 

Joe grinned up at the boys and raised his hand in salute. Immediately, one 
of them moved over beside the partially naked brunette and began to caress 
her sensually quivering buttocks. Standing about six feet away from Beth and 
the two boys, the lone boy stood with a camera in his hand. 

Beth felt the eager fingers tugging cruelly at her exposed ass-cheeks while 
one finger probed at her defenselessly puckered anus, teasing at the tiny 
opening as she began uncontrollably bouncing up and down on Joe's virile 
young cock again. She winced as an outstretched finger suddenly popped 
through the tightly surrounding nether-ring and dug at the spongy flesh 
inside. 

"Ooohhhhhhhhh ... yes ... yes ... hurt me ... destroy me ... torture me!" 
She spat out the words as she clenched her teeth in agony. 

And then, almost at once, the pain began subsiding and a tingling joy took 
over. The final debasement and ravishment of her rectum caused masochistic 
sensations of lewd pleasure to surge through her body. The one teenager 
hurriedly snapped a picture as the other youth removed his finger from her 
tightly puckering anus. Then, he lifted the skirt of the kneeling girl's 
dress, and pulled it upward over her nakedly swaying breasts. Beth lifted 
her arms high in the air, never missing a stroke as Joe's rigid penis 
punched up into her frantically quivering cunt from below. She was so 
aroused that she really wasn't consciously aware when the confining dress 
was pulled over her head and tossed to the floor. 

"Now, she'll be naked in the pictures." 

"Oh yes ... take my picture ... play with me ... fuck me ... do 
everything...." She moaned in mindless lust as the teenager's hand returned 
to caress every inch of her now naked flesh and she began reaching for that 
magic apex of sensation. Once again she was about to cum when suddenly the 
door splintered from a powerful blow outside, then with lock broken, crashed 
inward against the wall. 

"You goddamned whoring bitch," the sound of James Benson's deep angry voice 
was equal to the sting of a whip-lash. Everyone in the room froze. One youth 
had his hand glued to the naked girl's flesh while the other boy stared in 
transfixed horror, the camera dangling from his hand. Joe lay unmoving 
beneath Beth, his virile young cock beginning to wilt at the look of rage on 
the older man's face. 

Beth cowered down against the teenage boy beneath her, covering her head as 
if protecting herself from a blow. 

"You weren't satisfied with me! You had to have little kids," he rasped at 
the shivering brunette. "You perverted bitch!" 

Then, staring around at the teenagers, he snarled, "Up against the wall, you 
sons of bitches! I'm gonna show you assholes something you won't ever 
forget." The older man's angry voice vibrated through the room with 
demanding authority, and the two trembling teenagers moved back against the 
wall on the far side of the room, both looking as if they were about to 
bolt. 

"Please, James ... go away ... just go away," Beth looked up and pleaded. 

"You shut up, you stupid bitch," he snapped and then ordered, "You ... with 
the camera! Come here, you little shithead." 

The youth haltingly stepped forward and with trembling hand passed the 
camera to the angry man as he reached for it. With a violent movement, 
Benson slammed the instrument against the wall smashing it into many pieces. 
The boys all gasped as though in pain as the older man then viciously ground 
the jumbled wreckage into the floor with the heel of his shoe. 

"Now ... as for you, you little bastard," he pointed at Joe who was lying 
unmoving in fright beneath the badly trembling brunette. "You get to 
fucking! And I do mean F-U-C-K-I-N-G!" 

"But ... but...." Joe stammered. "I ... I ... " 

"Don't but me ... I said fuck ... N-O-W!" Benson rasped as he bent down and 
put his finger on the boy's nose, and added, "Get going!" 

Joe jumped in sudden fear. Jesus! This old son of a bitch was obviously a 
mean devil, and in his fucked-up state of mind, he might do anything. The 
ghetto youth was helpless without his knife, and there was no way to reach 
it in his pants pocket, so he'd better play along for the time being. The 
other guys were safe enough if they just stayed put, but would they help him 
if the old cocksucker became violent? Suddenly he doubted it, and he decided 
to cooperate. 

James Benson moved up behind Beth's nakedly shaking buttocks and felt his 
anger fading as he stared down at her beautiful curving ass-cheeks. God! She 
was an exciting bitch! Why the fuck couldn't she just be satisfied with him 
and leave the kids alone? He was a hellava lot better lover than a little 
boy! Suddenly, his anger returned full force and he hated her; yet, he 
wanted her, too! 

"You're nothing but a fucked up whore ... and I'm going to treat you like 
one," the older man said ominously through clenched teeth as he angrily 
lowered his hand to her sweat-streaked anal crevice and began probing at the 
tiny puckering hole with the tip of his outstretched finger. 

"Oh ... please." Beth moaned as her sphincter muscle tightened in frightened 
defense. 

"Shut up. I saw that little son of a bitch over there reaming out your 
asshole with his finger. Now let a man show you how it should be done." 

"Uh, Mr. whatever your name is," Joe said with mock bravery, "why don't you 
just leave, and we'll forget about you breaking our door down." 

"The shit you'll forget," the older man growled. "When I'm through with you, 
you little fuckheads won't ever forget me. I promise you that." 

Joe Wilson swallowed audibly and began fucking, as ordered. 

"Please, James! Let the boys go and you can do whatever you like with me," 
Beth pleaded. 

"Look, baby, they're as much to blame as you are. I'm going to show you what 
perversion really is, and they're going to watch. I'm gonna fuck you in the 
asshole, and if either one of the little shitheads try to leave, I'll do the 
same thing to them," Benson growled, feeling his long hard cock painfully 
pressing against his tight pants. The lewdness of what he was planning made 
his loins burn with obscene desire. "As for you, Joe, you little bastard, 
you're going to fuck her in the goddamn cunt while I'm blazing a trail up 
her rectum." 

"No! Oh, no! James ... please don't do that to me! I can't take your penis 
inside my anal passage. It'll split me wide open! You're too big," Beth was 
faint with fear. He had hurt her when he'd penetrated her vagina with his 
horribly thick shaft. Now, he would surely kill her if he tried to put it in 
her tiny little rectum. 

"Tough shit," he snorted. "Kid-fuckers should be tortured until they slowly 
die from the pain." 

"Mr...." Joe started to say, but wasn't allowed to finish his sentence. 

"Shut your trap, kid. Just stay quiet and fuck, and you'll be safe," the 
glaring campaign manager growled menacingly, his eyes looking strange. The 
thought of sodomizing this beautiful young woman had filled him with 
uncontrollable lust, and his semen-churning balls ached with an implacable 
desire. All he could think of was her tightly puckering little orifice 
peering up at him from between the soft white mounds of her ass-cheeks. 

Joe stared as the older man withdrew his hand, unfastened his pants, and 
quickly dropped them to the floor, not even bothering to take them off his 
feet. His thick rigid penis sprang out from his loins, and the huge, angrily 
inflamed cock-head was poised only inches from Beth's helplessly widespread 
naked buttocks. 

Benson shuffled closer to Beth's cringing ass-cheeks and used his right hand 
to separate the fleshy mounds while with the other hand he pointed the 
lust-swollen tip of his hardened shaft at the tiny opening to her rectum. He 
began pressing forward, then cursed as his penis slipped away. He 
repositioned his throbbing hardness and pushed again. Sweat popped out on 
his forehead as he strained forward in an effort to make penetration. But no 
matter how much pressure he exerted against the kneeling brunette's wildly 
quivering anus, he could not penetrate. 

"Beth, baby, you really do have a tight little asshole. But there are ways 
around that." The older man drew back about three inches and dipped the 
middle finger of his right hand in the heated flowing cuntal juices running 
down the inside of her shaking thighs. Then, he began to stroke the full 
deep slit between her buttocks with obscene glee, spreading the lubrication 
back and forth. Just as the terrified woman was beginning to relax, he 
suddenly rammed the tip of his finger just inside her tightly clenching 
rectum. 

"Oh my God, James ... don't ... that hurts...." she yelled with pain as she 
thrashed, trying to force the invading finger from her tortured hole. 

"No shit," James grinned, reveling at her cries of anguish. He felt the 
tight elastic sphincter muscle give way and his middle finger slid up to the 
first knuckle as the soft inner passage closed around his outstretched 
finger like a second skin. Jesus Christ, if it's that tight on my finger, 
what the hell is it going to feel like on my prick." 

"Oooooohhhhhh ... nooooooooo," Beth moaned as she clenched her buttocks as 
tightly as possible. 

No longer smiling, Benson pushed down with great force and his middle finger 
popped through the remaining muscles impaling her tight little hole until 
his palm was pressed against her nakedly trembling ass-cheeks. 

The tortured brunette wailed continuously now as the pain tore at her rear 
end and completed her humiliation. Through tear-dimmed eyes she saw the 
wide-eyed and obviously terrified young boys standing against the far wall, 
staring at the lewd spectacle in front of them. They were like frozen 
statues unable to move, and her face burned with shame as she helplessly 
knelt over Joe's naked body beneath her, while the political boss 
mercilessly impaled her rectum from behind. 

The older man began sawing his finger in and out of her tight anal passage, 
digging into her tender virginal flesh. A moment later, he forced still 
another finger into her wide-stretched anus, ignoring the pleas and tears of 
the suffering girl. 

Joe was glued to the mattress from the force of the powerful older man 
holding them in place, but also the salacious scene of Beth being fucked in 
the asshole by the man's outstretched fingers made his youthful cock begin 
to swell and grow into an even greater rigidity than before. Slowly, the 
youth began to move his newly excited erection, and soon he was plunging in 
and out of the kneeling brunette's hotly clasping pussy with ardent vigor. 

The pain had lessened now that Beth had adjusted to the relentlessly 
thrusting fingers deep inside her rectum and, in spite of her terror, she 
was soon moaning little animal sounds of pleasure as her suffering changed 
to lewd masochistic shivers of desire. When she felt Benson withdrawing his 
outstretched fingers from her tightly clenching anus, she felt a strange 
disappointment. An emptiness that needed to be filled with something. 

But as Joe began wildly slamming his virile young penis up into her 
throbbing vaginal cavern, the wanton dark-haired girl soon forgot about the 
emptiness in her puckering anal passage. The slender hardness thrusting in 
and out of her wildly rejoicing cunt, rubbing against her erect little 
clitoris on every wonderful stroke, was all she needed. All she ever wanted! 

Behind the nakedly kneeling brunette, James Benson placed both hands on her 
pumping ass-cheeks and used his thumbs to pull apart the soft glistening 
mounds to expose her wetly puckering hole. He slid his lurching cock back 
and forth through the freely flowing moisture from her pussy, preparing once 
again to enter her rectal passage. Momentarily he paused, then leaned 
forward again so that his swollen cock-head pressed against her tiny 
defenseless hole. 

Beth began to shake with fear-but at the same time she was inundated with 
obscene lust-as she felt the older man's long rigid cock pressed against her 
anal opening. Ohhhh God, he was going to split her from rectum to vagina 
with his huge rod of male flesh! She was on fire with desire, but only for 
the youthful penis already buried in her greedily sucking cunt. She didn't 
want Benson and his massive thickness invading her virginal cavity. 

With a lewd sigh of pleasure, the campaign manager brutally thrust his hips 
forward and, with one violent lunge, plunged his monstrous hardness far up 
inside Beth's anal passage, ramming mercilessly through the tight little 
opening, sadistically stretching the agonized sphincter muscles wide ... 
wide ... until he had buried his thick pulsating cock deep up inside her hot 
buttery rectum. 

"Aaaaghhhhhhhh!" Her shriek echoed throughout the room. 

Beth gasped with pain and felt her consciousness fading from the unbearable 
torture in her insidiously impaled anus. She fought to keep from fainting as 
she clenched her buttocks as tightly together as she could, trying to rid 
her bowels of the thickened shaft of male flesh. 

With one last shuddering growl of lewd delight, Benson rammed forward and 
his sperm-swollen balls slapped against her moist cuntal slit. It was only 
then that he realized he was as far inside her tight little hole as he could 
possibly go. He held her nakedly squirming buttocks against his bristly 
pubic hair and gasped for breath, the shivering heat of her virginal little 
rectum almost blowing his mind. 

The sadistic rape of her inflamed rectum threatened to unbalance the 
helplessly kneeling young girl. Never before had she been so agonizingly 
filled. His hot throbbing cock seemed to grow longer, pulsate faster, with 
each painful second. Then he brutally flicked the skewering instrument, 
forcing it even deeper up into her cringing sheath. 

"Aaaiiiiiieeeeee! No ... noooooo ... oh no! You're ripping meeeeee ... 
apart!" 

It was impossible for her to believe that the tormenting pain shaking her 
entire body could get any worse. But it did! She groaned again and again as 
James experimentally jabbed the head of his lust-thickened cock into the 
soft rubbery lining. Satisfied that he was as deep as he could go, he slowly 
withdrew his rock-hard shaft almost all the way out, feeling her anal lips 
pout out as they clung to his pulsating penis. Then; with lust-glazed eyes, 
he stared at the obscene spectacle as his wildly excited hardness slowly 
disappeared again deep inside her belly. 

"Goddamn! You're so tight! Oh fuck! Hey, you punks! Do you see your 
baby-fucking girlfriend getting it in the ass?" His eyes rolled back in his 
head and with a vicious grin on his face, he began to fuck out of control, 
sadistically sodomizing the loudly wailing girl. 

"Please ... James ... I beg you! Don't punish me any longer!" Beth wept as 
the pain destroyed any feeling of ecstasy she'd felt from the handsome 
teenager's virile young penis tightly embedded up inside her wetly clenching 
vagina. 

Joe could feel the older man's massive cock sawing back and forth against 
his smaller one up inside her belly, and he could hardly believe the 
lurching male above her was actually fucking the girl in the asshole. 
Staring at the carnality while slamming deep up into Beth's hotly twitching 
cunt from below, the youth's penis burgeoned out with a new excitement as he 
was forced into making hard and deep strokes. He knew that Beth really must 
be suffering from the painful sodomy, but his own lewd excitement overrode 
any desire to help her. Besides, the powerful older man would only knock the 
shit out of him if he tried. And that was enough reason to just lay there 
and fuck. He turned his face toward the two teenagers -lined up against the 
wall and a grin covered his youthful face as he saw their lewdly staring 
eyes burning in disbelief and carnal anticipation. 

"Take that ... and that ... and that...." James Benson snapped through 
gritted teeth as he slammed his hardened shaft in and out of the young 
woman's tortured rectum. "That's how you treat a whoring bitch, boys. You 
fuck them in the asshole and make them yell 'Uncle'." 

Benson's eyelids fluttered with uncontrollable pleasure as the nakedly 
kneeling brunette futilely twisted beneath him in an effort to throw him off 
balance and dislodge his pulsing thickness from her stretched anal opening. 
But Beth's frantic writhings only caused the brutal sodomy to worsen as she 
accidentally bucked her mercilessly impaled rectum backwards, ramming the 
thick rod of flesh further than ever into her forever-stretched anal 
passage. 

"Gggoooooo-ooooooddddd," she wailed out the last of her protests as she 
realized the helplessness of her position. 

She lay sandwiched between Joe and the naked man in total degradation; 
unable to move without having a lunging cock bury deeper into one of her 
completely filled passages. She was suffering impossible pain, but it was 
only ironic justice. She'd allowed her perversions to be satisfied, and now 
this awful punishment was being heaped on her tortured body without hope of 
ending it. 

Despair had dulled her brain to the point where it was almost a minute 
before the weeping young girl realized that the pain was lessening. She 
frowned. Had her mind just blocked it out? No! It was true! It didn't hurt 
any longer. Evidently her torn and stretched anus had grown accustomed to 
the thick length of cock buried deep up inside her belly. And then, as 
Benson began a steady sodomizing stroke in unison with Joe's youthful penis 
sawing back and forth inside her wetly clasping vagina from below, she even 
began to feel an unexplainable ripple of pleasure coming from her ravished 
hole nestled in the crevice between her quaking ass-cheeks. 

Her suffering groans became gurgling moans of lewd delight as her brain 
reeled with confused impressions. The older man's penis actually felt good 
shoved all the way up inside her stretched rectal channel! It was a dark 
forbidden perversion, but it did feel good now; and even though she was no 
longer suffering, her mind refused to accept the thought that she could 
actually be enjoying an act of sodomy. 

Her long dark hair shimmered across Joe's face below her as she bounced up 
and down, backwards and forwards, a sensual blur of rhythm, luxuriating in 
the lewd twin-fucking and the pleasure surging her forever-stretched rectum 
and the strange love of a teenage boy whose wonderfully throbbing penis was 
nudging her cervix on every stroke. 

"Oooohhhhh! Yessssss! Fuck me, Joe darling. And fuck my asshole, James, you 
bastard," she heard the lewd words pouring from her lust-constricted throat, 
but she had no control over them. 

Joe heard her mindless cry as she slammed downward onto his rock-hard cock, 
and then lift backwards against the older man's thick impaling penis. It was 
hard to believe that she was really asking to be sodomized. Maybe her 
fucking mind had finally snapped. The incredible pressure increased inside 
the youth's sperm-swollen testicles and almost drove him out of his mind as 
her enjoyment of the double ravishment became an undoubtable fact. 

"Shit ... oh shit ... aaagghhhhhh! Goddamnit! Your pussy is to tight ... and 
good ... and hot!" the youth moaned gleefully, knowing that his climax was 
going to overtake him in seconds. "Ooooohhhhhhh!" 

"Yes ... yessss ... fuck my cunt, Joe, darling ... my sweet little boy! 
Harder! Aaaggghhhhhh," the brunette wailed. 

"I'm about to blow my fucking head, Pussycat. Put your ass in gear if you 
want to cum with me," the teenager groaned as he used all his mental powers 
to hold off his impending orgasm. 

"That's it! Look at her go, you assholes. That's what a woman looks like 
when she's getting with it," Benson crowed lewdly as he gripped Beth's 
nakedly lurching hips, hanging on for dear life as she slammed backwards 
into his loins almost throwing him off balance on every stroke. "She's a 
goddamn fucking machine!" 

But his grin faded almost immediately, and he began panting as he pistoned 
his thick hardness deep into her wildly rotating buttocks. 

Beth moaned continuously now as the naked teenager impaled her hotly 
pulsating vagina from below while her boss from the campaign headquarters 
skewered her frantically puckering anus from behind. With a sure instinctive 
knowledge, the subserviently kneeling woman knew that she, too, was headed 
for a final explosion that would be greater than anything she'd ever 
experienced before in her life. 

Abruptly then, Beth felt a quivering in her writhing belly, and she began to 
buck with an insane strength between the young boy and the older man. Their 
naked flesh was covered with fine beads of sweat, and their bodies made wet 
slapping noises as they all three slammed together in an obscene dance of 
love. 

"Baby ... goddamn son of a bitch! Fuck, woman ... I'm gonna blow my lid ... 
Aaaaggghhhhhhh," Joe roared. 

Suddenly, both males quickened their thrusts, hot and throbbingly deep as 
the shamelessly excited brunette jerked her body uncaringly between them. 
They grunted and hissed, their lust-devoured bodies mingling as they writhed 
together, ready to explode with never-ending streams of warm white cum. 

Beth's naked swaying breasts were scraping back and forth across Joe's 
youthful chest as she squirmed up and down in ecstatic joy. And then, 
suddenly she was shaking, no longer in control of her body, lewdly vibrating 
from head to toe between the two sandwiching males. 

Her moistly throbbing little pussy opened up around the young boy's slender 
erection and warm spewing gushes of her cum flooded around his rapidly 
thrusting penis. Joe pistoned his hips up and down, rapidly fucking deep up 
inside her quivering belly as the lips of her tightly convulsing cunt worked 
and sucked at his desire-inflated cock as though trying to pull it out by 
the roots. 

"Oh God ... Oh Christ! Sweetheart ... harder ... fuck me harder ... I ... I 
... I'm cum-cu-cumming! Aaaaggghhhhhhh! I'm c-cumming," Beth wailed. 

At the same time, feeling as though her spasming sphincter muscles were 
squeezing the head off his thick pulsing cock, James groaned, "Mother fuck! 
Shit! I can't hold it! Uggghhhhh! Oooohhhhhhh! Damn! Here it comes! I'm 
cumming! It's all yours, darling!" 

He spewed his load of hot sticky cum high up into her wildly sucking rectum 
and continued to groan in lewd delight until every drop of life-giving sperm 
had been sucked from his slowly collapsing penis. 

Beth's throat was swollen and her breath rasped through her widened lips in 
short desperate moans as she felt the older man's wildly jerking cock 
explode deep up inside her ravished anus. The tight muscular lining of her 
vaginal passage clutched at Joe's youthfully ramming cock, and he growled in 
mind-blowing demand, "Aaaaggghhhhh! Shiiiiittt! Man, I'm gonna cum, too! I'm 
... I'm c-c-cumming!" 

Joe plunged deep into the older woman's tightly clasping pussy with all his 
virile strength, almost squeezing Benson's limply imprisoned flesh from her 
puckering rectal passage. The warm white jets of his fresh teenage semen 
flooded her quivering vagina just as he heard her scream out her second 
orgasm, "Oh ... oh ... I ... again, sweetie ... I'm cumming again!" 

Joe continued to slam his hardened cock in and out of her wetly twitching 
cunt until his youthful hardness grew soft and slid downward, backing out of 
the hot little hole with a lewd slurping sound, leaving a thin stream of cum 
flowing down over his naked loins beneath her. 

Beth's exhausted body quivered like a wounded animal, and she mumbled 
meaningless words of rapture as she felt the youth's virile boy-flesh 
sliding from her cum-inundated cunt. When she felt him completely withdraw, 
she collapsed on top of his stilled body. The foamy white sperm trickled out 
of her fluttering vaginal passage and puddled on his pubic hair before 
dropping onto the soiled mattress beneath their naked bodies. 

As their orgiastic fluids mixed, joining them together, she knew that the 
older man behind her didn't matter. He would never be a part of her future. 
She needed young boys, and that was all that she ever wanted. She needed the 
pure and sweet love of an innocent ... a teenager! Even if they weren't so 
innocent, or sweet, sometimes. 

The campaign manager withdrew from her ravished anus and sat back in 
exhaustion on the floor beside the mattress. As his heated cum flowed from 
her reddened hole and dripped down her trembling thighs, she turned and 
stared at his collapsed form. She didn't hate him for what he'd done, she 
didn't feel anything for him. He didn't exist as far as her future was 
concerned. 

Finally, she slid her body onto the bed beside the sixteen year old boy and 
whispered, "You're wonderful, Joe! I really like you." 

"Yeah! Well, I dig you, too! You're some fuck!" the youth grinned at her as 
his eyes closed in satisfaction. 

Uncaring now that James Benson was sitting on the floor near them, Joe 
pulled the naked brunette close to his youthful chest and held her tightly, 
passionately kissing her on the lips, knowing that he would want her again 
and again, even though she was much older than he. She was, without a doubt, 
the best fuck he'd ever had. And he'd taken her cherry, by God! Besides, now 
that he'd seen it happen, he wanted some of her asshole, too! His virile 
young cock began to stir with renewed interest as he thought of the tight 
little hole closing around his pulsing hardness. 

James Benson pulled his guilt-ridden body to his feet and stood staring at 
the two naked lovers curled together on the mattress in front of him. Too 
bad! He could be happy with Beth if she were different. She really dug sex. 
She'd even liked the painful sodomy he'd inflicted on her subserviently 
kneeling body. But, she only wanted teenagers, and that was something he 
couldn't tolerate. 

At least he could take her home and try to talk some sense into her head. He 
zipped up his pants and reached down to touch her on the naked shoulder as 
he said, "Come on, Beth. I'll take you home." 

"I'll see she gets home," Joe rasped. "You get the fuck out of here." 

At the sound of their leader's voice, the forgotten youths straightened up 
and moved a couple of steps toward the older man. Neither one of the boys 
spoke as they waited. They didn't want any part of the big man, but if he 
got violent, they would have to help Joe. 

"I'm taking her home, and you'll never see her again, you cocksucker," 
Benson roared. 

"You old bastard, I'm not afraid of you," Joe started to get up but the 
older man easily shoved him back on the mattress and ordered, "Get your 
clothes on, Beth." 

Without hesitation, the brunette began to grab up her clothes and quickly 
dressed. If she went peacefully he might not cause any trouble for her young 
friend. 

"Forget it, Joe," she said gently. "I'll go! But I'll see you later, honey." 

"O.K., if that's what you want," the youth shrugged and lay back on the 
soiled mattress with his eyes closed. 

After she was dressed, Benson took Beth by the arm and led her out of the 
room. Pausing at the door, he looked back just once, then closed the door 
behind him, muttering, "I'd like to beat the shit out of that cocky little 
bastard." 

Beth kept her eyes averted and humbly followed him to his car parked on the 
street in front of the tenement building. She didn't say it, but she thought 
the handsome youth had reason to be "cocky". 

"Beth," James Benson said as they drove toward her apartment, "Why don't you 
give up this screwed up desire for kids?" 

"No! I'm sorry ... but I can't." She sighed. 

"You can, but you don't want to. That's what you mean." 

"I guess you're right!" 

"You're sick! You need help." 

"Forget me, James! Forget that you ever knew me." 

"I'm sorry about tonight. I shouldn't have done that to you, but I was so 
mad at seeing you with that little shithead." 

"It's O.K. I'm not angry with you. I just don't want to see you again." 

"If that's what you want," Benson snapped. "But there's one thing I can do 
for you. You're not going to go back to that cocky little punk. He'll be 
peddling your ass around town before the week's out." 

"Calling him names won't help. I'll do whatever I like," she said wearily, 
not really sure how much damage this man could inflict on her and Joe 
Wilson. 

"No, you won't! If you do, I'll have both of you put in jail. Do you 
understand?" he threatened as he stopped the car at her apartment building. 
Beth stared at him, and knew in her suddenly saddened heart that he was 
capable of doing what he said. 

She could never see Joe again ... she'd have to leave Chicago and go far 
away where no one knew her. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

One evening after dinner, six months later, a radiant young woman was 
sitting across the table from three young boys at her rented house in the 
eastern district of Los Angeles. Beth was now a bleached blonde, having 
decided to change her looks as much as possible. She smiled as she now drank 
a toast from her wine glass, "To the best students in Los Angeles." 

"To our teacher," the three youths chorused as they winked at each other and 
drank from the glasses being held toward Beth. All three of them felt just 
as proud as their teacher. They'd gone from delinquents headed for reform 
school to straight "A" students in one semester. 

"Benny," Beth said, "I think your father is going to be a better student 
than you are. He's really smart." 

"Oh yeah," the youngster replied. "Well, he can be smarter than I am in 
school, but hell never be a better man." 

"You've even become a little braggert," Beth teased. "Well, shall we call 
him and have a contest?" 

"No! You might decide you don't like me if you ever got a look at my old 
man's horse cock." 

Beth ruffled his hair, "I doubt that ... besides, I was just teasing." 

"How come you waste time on old people anyway?" one of the other boys asked, 
his forehead wrinkled in thought. 

"It's not a waste. They needed someone to help them too. It's easy for you 
guys to learn because you're young and have all the facilities. Men and 
women who are already forty or fifty years old, and are uneducated, are 
ashamed to seek help. I want to cry every time I see them working so hard to 
learn to read and write." 

"You're a strange woman, Beth," the boy Benny said. "My old lady says she'll 
skin my head if I ever give you any trouble, and yet, you're fucking us." 

Beth smiled, but her heart was heavy as she said, "You have a wonderful 
mother, Benny. You should listen to her." 

"Hey, come on," the blond teenage boy who had been sitting silent during the 
conversation, said, "Let's forget about parents and think about us." 

Forcing herself to stay calm, the young woman got up from the table and the 
boys followed her to the den where she put a record on the turntable and 
walked over to the blond youth. Putting her arms around his waist she began 
to grind her hips against him and hum along with the rock music. 

"Baby," the youth whispered, rubbing his already hardened penis against her 
loins, reveling in the pressure of his virile erection as it became hot and 
hard against her leg. "Baby, let's fuck." 

Their hands met and held, then wordlessly they began to strip the clothes 
from their trembling bodies. As Beth led him to the bedroom and then pulled 
him down on top of her naked body sprawled in invitation on the bed, a frown 
creased her forehead, and her thoughts were confused. She was a very 
disturbed young woman tonight, but she couldn't let the boys know about her 
plans. 

"Something wrong, baby?" 

"Nothing ... not a thing, honey," she said as she tried to disguise the 
concern in her voice and grinned at the two youths standing in the open 
bedroom door waiting their turn. "Just make love to me. Give me a fuck to 
remember...." 

Beth's worries were all too real. She knew this would be the last time she 
saw her teenage friends in Los Angeles. All her projects to help educate the 
parents of her young boys would end. And it was her own fault. The parents 
had trusted her, and she'd betrayed them by seducing their young sons. 

Last night she'd had a visit from a male teacher from the same high school 
where she taught, and he'd told her that he knew she was having orgies with 
the teenagers. He assured her that if she'd let him in on the fun and games, 
he'd gladly keep quiet. 

She'd known even then, that it was all over here and she'd have to move on. 
She was incapable of appeasing the older man just to keep him quiet; and 
besides, it would only be a matter of time before he'd tell someone ... a 
friend who'd want to join in too. Again, she'd have to move somewhere where 
no one knew her. 

Would there never be an end to it? Always on the move! Well, maybe someday 
she'd go to a psychologist and get the help she'd needed for such a long 
time. But not soon ... a psychologist might cure her and, she thought in 
despair, I don't want to be cured because I'd die without them ... without 
their shy tender caresses ... their love.... 


THE END
