Her Mother's Child
by Peter Jensen 


Introduction 

It is a privilege that we, the publishers, present this epic study into the 
basic institutions of marriage and the family and their slowly crumbling 
facades. We are indebted to Mr. Jensen for portraying the consequences of 
American middle-class upbringing as the winds of our changing times scatter 
the traditional values and its members must search for new, more meaningful 
relationships. 

The two heroines of this candid, shocking account are Vivian and Patty 
Stalker, two females much like others found in our cities and suburbs and 
countryside of America-and yet, torn by their differing attitudes and 
ethics, they are adrift, unable to love and be loved in a happy, close 
mother-daughter situation. The divorced Vivian Stalker has been raised 
Puritanically, and when her husband rejected her sexually, she considered 
that there was something wrong with her rather than him for being as 
sexually alive as she was-for being, essentially, what God intended her to 
be, a woman. 

Nor can her child, Patty, fathom a healthy role of sexuality. Her subsequent 
awakening to sensual maturity is in itself a powerful story about the 
dilemma of a young teen-ager taught to reject sex, and it is a sad fact of 
everyday life that she, as well as her mother, are personifications of many 
women who suffer the damning agonies of denying their procreational forces, 
and it is only after long and torturous of their lives that Patty and Vivian 
make an adjustment to each other and themselves. 

We are grateful to Peter Jensen for portraying so realistically this 
crossroads of decision, being fearless enough to show the end result as it 
would logically and emotionally evolve under the circumstances. There are 
those who would negate the conclusions he reaches, but they are the same 
narrow-minded people who are to blame for setting up the very milieu which 
cause such climactic turmoil. Read and ponder, for within these pages is the 
essence of modern day society. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER I 

The sun was a hot, angry red blister in the blue skin of the afternoon sky, 
and the winds which normally cooled the western shore of Majorca were mere 
whispers, no more than reminders of what they should have been. The Spanish 
island baked in the Mediterranean Sea, broiled with a basting of thousands 
of sweating tourists which flooded its beaches and night-clubs. They milled 
along the cobblestone streets, thronged the harbor, crammed the tour boats 
and busses, and bought thousands of-pesetas of worthless leather knickknacks 
and fake pearl jewelry. 

like seagulls, Vivian Stalker thought as she looked out of her hotel window 
at them. like a mess of goddamned seagulls, walking up and down in that 
peculiar gait meaning they have nowhere to go and nothing on their minds, 
stopping now and then to peer nearsightedly at something bright and shiny, 
something gaudy which might make them cock their heads and scratch for 
money. And I'm no better, she thought; I'm one of them, determined to get 
lobster red to show I was out in that blast-furnace heat, adamantly "having 
a good time." 

Vivian Stalker-the ex-Mrs. Vivian Stalker, stood at the window, her legs 
apart and her back arched, her hands on her bikini-covered hips, and 
wondered what had ever possessed her to come this far away from New York 
City. She wasn't having a good time, she was having a lousy one, and she had 
a good mind to return on the next direct Iberia flight and punch the travel 
agent who'd talked her into the two-week get-away-from-it-all right square 
in his mouth. 

Vivian was still bitter and caustic, the result of a wretched divorce from a 
man she'd stopped loving years ago, ever since he'd stopped being a man. It 
had been as if the marriage was over every night, when the door to the 
bedroom had been shut, and a woman like Vivian couldn't take the neglect of 
her sexual desires, her insistent sensual fires which needed so much to keep 
them banked. Vivian wasn't an old woman, still quite a ways under forty, 
having married young when she'd learned that Cleveland Stalker had made her 
pregnant. But Cleve had always thought that the child had been some kind of 
trick to trap him into matrimony, and ever since that fateful ceremony in 
Maryland seventeen years ago, he'd cut her off from the devotionmental and 
physical-that she so desperately required as a strong, full woman. She'd 
tried, Lord knows how she tried, to be a good, loving wife to CI eve. Vivian 
had worked hard in and around the house, learning how to cook, how to dress, 
how to take care of her figure, and no matter how many times she'd been put 
down by him, she attempted to come back cheerfully, sprightly, ready and 
eager in case that he would relent and love her. Still firm of figure, her 
breasts taut, her waist supple, her thighs and legs shapelier than many 
younger girls', she knew that many men envied Cleve for having such a 
well-preserved wife. But try as she might to interest him in paying 
attention and showing her the affection that her nature demanded, she might 
have well been an old hag. 

She looked down now at her almost naked body, going over the divorce in her 
mind, rubbing the palms of her hands over her glistening skin still moist 
from suntan oil. I've a good body, she said to herself as she had so many 
times in the past. I really do, but it's never brought me any happiness in 
all the years of my marriage. Best that it's over with, but. . . 

She moaned, a soft whimper of regret, because for all of her needs, she 
hadn't changed her style of life by shedding Cleve. She had been raised 
strictly and puritanically, and she had no intention of becoming like so 
many other divorcees, a sexual toy for men on the prowl. She could have had 
all the sex she'd wanted by cheating on Cleve, but she never had, though the 
temptation and opportunities had been available and desirable. In fact, she 
admitted, glancing once more out of the window, it had been an especially 
easy and tempting attraction of Josh McPhereson which had directly led to 
the divorce, and the snarling, hate-filled accusation by Cleve in court. 
She'd tried to deny the charge, but the words-Whore! Slut!-still woke her in 
the middle of the night, shivering and ashamed. 

She attempted to shift her thoughts to the outside world again, and her 
attention focused on the bikini-clad beauties lounging around the pool three 
stories below, and of the dark-tanned young men in their skimpy, stretched 
swimming trunks. It had been like that, she dreamily thought: it had been in 
swimsuits while around the pool at her home when the final act to break up 
her marriage had happened. Her hands slowly, unconsciously rose along her 
smooth, satiny sides again, up along her ribs and to her throbbing, heated 
breasts barely covered by the blue cloth of her bandanna bikini. She 
squeezed her breasts lightly, remembering how Josh had squeezed them so 
tenderly, lovingly, those few months back. 

It had been one of those really warm days which happen now and then in 
spring, and she'd been out sunning herself all alone in the enclosed back 
yard. Patty, her daughter, had been in school, Cleve at work, and her 
housewife chores had been done. She had been wearing the same blue suit as 
she had on now, and rum-and-coke had been lulling her to a dazed kind of 
relaxation as she sipped the drink she'd made for herself and lay on the 
chaise lounge. Josh was her next-door neighbor, a virile, heavy-chested man 
a year or so older than she. He'd come over to borrow some ice ... What 
happened next? It was all so hazy. One moment she'd been sitting there 
looking at him, feeling an odd tingling in her loins, and the next thing she 
knew she'd been on her back on the lounge, Josh stretched out beside her, 
kissing her passionately. She'd been able to feel the hard bulge in his 
pants, revealing his urge, and soon their kisses had achieved a plane of 
sexuality she'd been unable to control. All of her pent-up frustrations had 
risen to the surface in an explosion of desire for that man, a man she'd 
known she didn't love but for some awful, perverse reason suddenly wanted 
desperately. She remembered his hands on her full, pulsing breasts, tweaking 
her nipples until they had been hard as diamond chips, and how she'd made no 
attempt to stop him from undoing the tie-straps, wanting to believe that 
going this far was all right. Then had come the tender, tingling sensations 
of his fingers tracing over the hot, naked flesh of her breasts, his 
pinching of her nakedly exposed nipples which had made her moan and gasp, so 
she hadn't caught his hand as it had taunted her smooth, flat stomach and 
moved downward over her pubic mound to the inside of her quivering thighs, 
and in one smooth, unhesitating execution, had worked straight under the 
thin wisp of crotch band cloth to the moist and ready lips of her vagina. A 
dryness crept in her throat as she remembered again how close she'd come to 
being an adulteress, how she'd damn near lost her head entirely as her 
next-door neighbor had tenderly massaged her clitoris and wormed his fingers 
deep into the seething opening of her vagina up between her wide-splayed 
legs. 

And the dryness in her throat hardened into a lump as she remembered what 
had stopped her that fateful afternoon-the high-pitched, horrified squeal of 
Patty, and the sickening realization that her sixteen-year-old daughter was 
home early, and was standing on the flagstone patio twenty feet away, her 
eyes wide open in shock, her schoolbooks scattered on the ground where she'd 
dropped them... 

Patty. A tremor of remorse assailed the mother, and she stepped away from 
the window, dropping her arms listlessly to her sides. She crossed to the 
credenza where bottles of Spanish gin and tonic and an ice bucket were on a 
silver tray, and mixed a drink with unsteady hands. She sipped the cooling 
drink, the alcohol allowing her momentary calmness. She drank again, long 
and heavily, as she had been doing ever since that fateful afternoon. 

Patty. Daddy's girl, she was. A lovely and spoiled (by Cleve) young girl, 
built in her mother's image but made in her father's mold. Even worse than 
the way he'd gotten back at Vivian by denying her physical love, Cleve had 
shown his resentment toward his wife by systematically pitting her against 
her daughter. He'd coveted Patty, and the inexperienced, guileless girl had 
become a pawn in his war against her. Every chance he'd gotten he'd 
downgraded Vivian in front of her child, and behind her back-God only knew 
what he'd been feeding Patty when she'd not been around to defend herself. 
The result had been predictable. Patty had grown to resent her mother, to 
consider her almost as an outsider in an otherwise idyllic life with her 
father. Naturally, finding her mother almost naked and in the arms of 
another man had sent Patty directly to her father, and her father had found 
the wedge with which to break the ties that had bound them. 

Ironically, the divorce court had awarded Patty to Vivian, the charge of 
adultery not enough to make her an unfit mother, though there had been a 
stern warning that if she proved to be a woman of "loose morals" Cleve could 
petition for custody. That was the rationale behind the trip, a hoped-for 
reconciliation between them in an atmosphere far removed from Kings-wood 
Estates in Connecticut, but so far it had been a dismal failure. Vivian 
turned, mixing a fresh drink, and listened to the shower in the bathroom. 
Under the spray was her daughter, defiant and hateful as ever, soaping down 
her young, teen-age body after a lazy day around the pool-a day which should 
have been pleasant for both of them and would have been except that Patty 
had been out to prove she didn't need or want her mother. 

Patty had made sure that a young but obviously experienced boy Vivian 
estimated to be in his early twenties had picked her up. He had been all 
over her with his eyes and leers, and in a few short minutes from now he was 
going to call at the room to take her out to some of the discotheques, and 
then--? Vivian shuddered at the thought of her innocent daughter in the 
clutches of some Majorcan Romeo. The date had been accepted by Patty as a 
way of striking back at her mother, and Vivian knew this, but she also knew 
that the brash folly of her daughter could lead to serious trouble. 

And she didn't know how to avoid it. 

* * * 

Patty Stalker briskly scrubbed herself under the hot, steaming spray of the 
needle shower, using a sponge to lather her body free of the suntan oil 
she'd shared with her mother, running the soap over her breasts and thighs 
lazily, her mind intent on the boy she was going out with shortly. Her 
nipples seemed to stiffen at the thought of the good-looking, muscular Larry 
Jensen in his striped bathing suit, his curly brown hair and sparkling dark 
eyes as they'd stared blatantly at her and had made her feel as if he was 
undressing her on the spot, right there as she'd been lying on the towel. It 
had been exciting, sitting there, knowing how her mother resented him as 
he'd told all about himself, and the way she had felt a weird, spontaneous 
response to him. He was just twenty-one, a good age for her, and even though 
he'd been so forward to her, Patty reflected that all the boys she'd known 
back in the States were just as bad. Only maybe here, on this vacation 
island, they didn't try to hide it so much, were more open and 
unsophisticated-and that appealed to her. 

Not that she'd allow him to do anything to her. She was sure she could 
handle him; she was from the States, wasn't she? She could certainly repulse 
any crude advance of some Summer romancer, and she wasn't about to become 
the perverted sex-machine that her mother was. She'd save herself for a man 
who loved her and was willing to put a gold ring on her finger to prove 
it-and that was a few years in the future. And when she did get married, 
Patty vowed that she would honor her vows, not like that bitch of a wife 
poor Daddy got stuck with. The mere thought of seeing her mother in the arms 
of that beastly next-door neighbor made her livid with fury all over again. 
Damn that judge who couldn't understand about her and Daddy, how much better 
it would be if Daddy had custody of his daughter who loved him so much ... 
Damn Mother too... 

The young girl turned off the water and stepped out of the tub enclosure, 
reaching for a fluffy towel with which to dry herself. She looked at herself 
as she rubbed the towel up and down her tender young skin, at the way her 
firm, round breasts jiggled from the rubbing and her rose-crested nipples 
grew larger and distended from the inadvertent manipulations, as she opened 
her slim and well-shaped legs to dry the thin little cuntal valley with its 
virginal pink slit. She liked the way the towel parted her blonde pubic hair 
and showed off her coral-smooth flesh and the small clitoris which nestled 
so invitingly in the lips of her cunt. Seeing it there gave her a sudden 
jump inwardly, a tingling in the loins that always precluded her guilty 
thoughts always lost-whether she should tease her finger up and down her 
pussy until tiny little prickles of pleasure came billowing through every 
fiber of her body. She never put her finger all the way up inside, even 
though the tiny, fuzzy-lined mouth of her innocent, pulsating little cuntal 
orifice flowered open so provocatively, seemingly wanting to suck her finger 
up into its impatiently waiting depths. But somehow she'd always managed to 
resist that, for it was there, inside her, that her husband would be the 
first; yet now, staring down and seeing the twitching vaginal lips swell 
with unwanted and automatic desire, seeing the beginning droplets of 
feminine excitement form on them like dew on the petals of a rose, she 
shivered at the way she couldn't control her chemistry, her glandular 
changes into puberty. 

She was so like her mother, she moaned sadly. Both of them were natural 
blondes; both had the same provocative and womanly figures men so desire, 
with only her mother slightly larger in her breasts and thighs; flat 
stomachs and cute, provocatively formed navels; downy-soft strands of silken 
pubic hair curling down over their vaginas; shapely tapering legs to small 
feet. She was so like her mother, and more than physically. It made her skin 
crawl just to think about it, and yet Patty couldn't deny that the times 
she'd seen her mother naked-as happens now and then in even the most modest 
of families she'd been drawn to study the lovely and provocative nakedness 
displayed unknowingly before her. 

Patty had seen many naked girls in the showers and pajama parties of her 
high-school life, and she'd never reacted with curiosity or even mild 
interest. But there, between her mother's legs, her father had been once 
many years before, and her mother had accepted his penis and urged it until 
his seed had spewed forth and conceived her. That was the headifying 
difference between them-one knew her father sexually and the other didn't, 
and when the overwhelming need for release struck Patty, such as after a 
heavy date when she'd allowed herself to be worked up to an excited pitch, 
she knew as she lay on her bed afterwards and played with her hungering 
little vagina, that her sex drives were every bit as strong as her mother's. 

And to be that close to someone you despise is a terrible thing, she 
thought. Well, I'll show her. I'll get back for every minute she made 
father's life miserable. And for openers, going out with Larry Jensen is a 
real stab. 

As she entered the bedroom which she shared with her mother, she noticed the 
small travel-clock on the bureau, saw that in her reverie, she'd wasted too 
much time. She didn't want to be late, allow her mother to get her claws 
into Larry when he arrived, so she immediately began to dress, dropping the 
towel and rummaging through her suitcase for clean clothes. Nakedly, she 
found a pair of panties, with which she covered her taut, white from the sun 
striped buttocks, pulling the scanty nylon up so far that the softly curling 
mouth of her cunt was snuggly showing through. She snapped on a bra, caught 
the sight of her tight panties and the split of full, young vaginal lips, 
and another surge of tiny, lasciviously exciting ripples passed through her, 
her body once more blending dangerously into the sensuality which had 
gripped her while drying. She quickly slipped into her tan blouse and 
mini-skirt, and picked up her comb to untangle her golden, wheat-colored 
hair. As she looked in the mirror and brushed the long, wavy locks, she saw 
that her skirt clung tightly to her buttocks and was more than half way up 
her slightly tanned thighs, with small creases in front where her legs 
joined her hips. With sudden awareness she realized that she could almost 
see the lips of her vagina. Another forbidden thrill passed through her, 
followed by a blush as she attempted to stop her wandering thoughts. 

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, the young teenage girl opened the 
door to the living room and stepped out to face her mother. There she is, 
Patty thought with a ripple of disgust, over by the credenza, drinking more 
liquor. She's really hitting the bottle, ever since the divorce; good, maybe 
she'll become an alcoholic, and then Daddy can come and take me away. 

Vivian turned on unsteady feet, staring somewhat bleary-eyed after the 
strong sun and stronger gin. Her heart ached at the sight of her child, 
knowing the gulf which separated them, and yet she felt she still had to be 
the parent. "Patty...." 

"Yes?" 

Coldness, utter iciness. Vivian shivered in spite of the Spanish heat. 
"Patty, I ... I want you to think about what you're doing." 

"I have." The girl sauntered over to the window Vivian had recently left and 
stared out, her back to her mother. "I think I'll like going out with Larry. 
He's so much fun to be with. Not like others I can name." 

"Please, Patty. Let's try to get along. I know you resent me, but I am your 
mother." Vivian crossed to her child, but Patty only shrugged her shoulder 
and turned away. "Patty, listen to me. 

"Listen to what? You're my mother? Only biologically. What kind of mother 
would do what you did? Or weren't you thinking then?" Patty's tone cut 
through Vivian, wounding her deeply. 

"You don't understand. Your father...." 

"Don't start in on telling me how he didn't love you. Who could love 
somebody like you." 

"Patty!" 

The girl swiveled around, eyes flashing with anger and indignation. "Who are 
you to tell me not to go out with Larry, or any other boy I want to? You 
don't seem to be able to control yourself with the neighbors, much less 
strange men, and I'm not married, Mother. Don't forget that. 

Whatever I do tonight with Larry, I'm not married!" 

"Patty, don't...." Vivian didn't know how to phrase what inside she so 
ardently dreaded. "Patty, be angry with me, but don't do anything you'll 
regret later. I ... made a mistake, but don't you." 

"I'll do what I please, and it pleases me to do what you don't want me to." 
She looked her mother up and down, noting with dead satisfaction that tears 
were beginning to form in the woman's eyes, and her mouth was quivering from 
grief. "I suppose the next thing you'll tell me is that I don't look right, 
that I'm not dressed well enough in this too-short of a dress and tight 
blouse. Isn't that what you've always told me about this outfit?" 

"Patty, please! You know-" 

"Well, it's a darn sight more than you had on when you were with Mr. 
McPherson. Or can't you remember him, because of all the other men you've 
been with on the sly? You were almost naked, Mother dear; how's that for a 
wild outfit?" 

"Patty Stalker, I won't have you talking to me this way." 

"Then send me back to Daddy, and you won't have to hear it." 

"That's not the answer. You can't go on hating me, thinking I'm some lewd 
devil. Life isn't all black or white, it's just because you're so young you 
think that way. Give me a chance, Patty, please. Try to see my side, just a 
little. There are "thou-shall-nots" which, if broken, can break up a 
marriage. Well, I almost broke one, but I swear to you I never did, never 
even got myself in such a sitiation like that before. But there are also 
"thou-shalts" to a marriage which keep it together, and your father, for all 
his good points, didn't keep some of the most important ones, and-" 

Her talk was cut off by the sudden rapping on the hall door. Patty, trying 
hard not to hear her mother, not to understand her, said: "I'll get it," and 
hurried to the door. 

"Oh, hello, Larry. Come on in." Patty's in-sides churned with strange, 
desire inciting thoughts as she looked up at her date. A tingle started in 
her belly and tightly closed vaginal slit, just as it had while she'd been 
drying after her shower. He was so much ... male, standing there, grinning 
at her lewdly, and she was drawn to him in a purely physical way, while 
repelled mentally, and the mixture coiled through her body as if looking for 
a place to unwind suddenly. 

"Hi, Patty. Evening, Mrs. Stalker." Larry Jensen walked almost predatorily 
into the living room, with an arrogant kind of easy grace that grated 
Vivian's nerves and heightened Patty's excitement. He stood near the false 
mantel, his hips thrust forward slightly and his legs apart, and locked his 
fingers in his belt right above the pockets, his fingers pointing down 
toward his genitals. 

The tall, deeply bronzed youth was dressed in a wild, powder-blue 
double-breasted jacket with a paisley-print neckerchief around his 
open-throat lace shirt. His striped pants were tapered and svelte over 
well-developed thighs and legs, tight around the crotch-far too tight, 
Vivian thought primly-for the fabric showed his penis outline prominently. 
Larry had a smooth, boyish face, and his hair was long in the current style, 
neatly trimmed around his collar. His nose was long and Romanesque, his 
mouth thin and at the moment curled up in a smile of sorts, and his eyes 
were deep-set and almost burning. 

His mind was alive with the ill-disguised lust he had for the sweet, 
innocent body of young Patty Stalker. He watched her in her tiny skirt and 
stretched blouse as she walked beside him back into the room, and then 
crossed to pick up her coat from the couch that was across the way, and he 
thought about what her smooth skin would feel like under his hands, those 
soft, full lips opening wide to his own, that tight and perfectly defined 
young pelvis grinding into his own burgeoning loins-Damn! She was one fine 
little piece, and he knew that she liked him, and intuitively he figured her 
as a virgin all hot for her first taste of cock. Well, he'd have to go slow 
and set everything up just right, or he'd scare her away, but if she's made 
up her mind to get laid like so many chicks these days do, then what more 
logical choice for her first than him? Hot damn! He had all he could do to 
stop his cock from leaping into full erection at the lasciviously exciting 
idea of popping her cherry! Hot damn, hot damn! 

"About ready, huh?" He grinned broadly. "I never knew a girl before who was 
ready on time. You're something different all right." 

Patty giggled at the off-hand compliment. "You wait and see. I may have a 
bunch of surprises for you, Larry." 

"I bet you have," he drawled in reply. 

Vivian stifled the groan which was threatening to burst her chest: She 
managed to calm her voice, and with a modicum of pleasantness, asked the 
boy, "Where are you planning to go tonight?" 

"Well, Mrs. Stalker, since it's a little early to go dancing yet-the discos 
don't start jumping until ten-thirty at the earliest-I thought about taking 
your daughter out for dinner. You haven't eaten yet, have you, Patty?" 

"No, I'd love to try some real Spanish food." 

"Not Spanish, but Majorcan!" Larry said. "Great little restaurant called El 
Olivo, run by a pair of real kooks. I think you'll like them and the food. 
Then afterwards, we'll go to Sergeant Pepper's, or El Rodeo, or maybe to one 
that I like a lot called J & B." 

"When do you plan to be back? That sounds awfully late to me," the mother 
said in a doubt-filled voice. 

"Well, now, I couldn't rightly say, but." 

"Never mind, Larry," Patty cut in. "Late, Mother. Don't expect me in until 
you see me, and I don't expect to find you up when I do come back." 

"But-" Vivian was caught unprepared for her child's attack. 

"Let's go, Larry." Patty started for the door, ahead of the boy. 
"Good-night, Mother, dear," she said firmly. 

"Uh, so long, Mrs. Stalker," Larry said as the girl dragged him out of the 
living room. "Nice to have met you again." 

The door slammed, and then there was the sound of feet fading down the hall 
toward the bank of elevators. 

"She ... she's gone," Vivian moaned to the uncaring walls. She tried to 
fight back the tears, but was unable to, and they poured down her face and 
dripped from her trembling chin. "She's gone...." 

She had never felt so totally alone, so utterly alienated, so fully rejected 
in all her life. Her daughter couldn't have been more open with her contempt 
if she'd spit on her! Vivian swallowed heavily and crossed to the liquor 
once again, letting the gin soothe her as it had before. The apartment was 
so quiet it was like a tomb, the silence oppressive to her ears, its 
emptiness like the emptiness of her heart and thus a sacrilege to her. She 
slumped down on the couch and drank, then refilled and sipped her gin and 
tonic, as there was no more unless she called room service. She'd emptied 
the bottle in two days. 

She sighed, wondering if it would be worth the effort to call room service, 
then decided not to. The alcohol was making things nicely fuzzy and she 
realized that if she wasn't going to get totally drunk and morbid, she was 
going to have to eat something, and soon. Eat? Who was hungry at a time like 
this? More tears welled in her eyes, and she blinked rapidly to stop the 
flow. She was going to have to force herself to put something besides gin in 
her stomach. 

Slowly, mechanically, the worried young mother rose and teetered on her 
wobbly legs, grasping the arm of the couch with her hand for support. 
Without thinking, she took the other room key-the first key being in Patty's 
purse-and placed her glass down on the table carefully the way an inebriated 
person will do. Then she walked to the door and out into the hall. It wasn't 
until she was in the elevator and going down to the dining room on the main 
floor that Vivian realized she was still in her revealing bikini. But by 
that time it didn't seem to matter enough to go all the way back upstairs to 
change. She wasn't sure she could do it, anyway, until she got something 
solid in her. What the hell, she told herself, waving an arm crazily in a 
gesture of defiance. I'm a guest in this hotel; let them take me as I am. 
I've got enough trouble. 

The dining room wouldn't take her the way she was. Dresses and shoes only, 
Ma'am. The Can Juan Bar made no objections to a pretty lady in a blue 
bikini, however, and it was so much simpler to sit there and let them serve 
her drinks than worry about changing into a dress and shoes. So Vivian 
Stalker sat in the Can Juan Bar of the Hotel Phoenix, and drank her 
gin-and-tonics, trying to erase with its alcoholic effusions the ghosts of 
her past and present. 

 CHAPTER 2 

Sitting at another of the small, candle-lit tables was a stranger to Vivian 
Stalker, but not a stranger to the Hotel Phoenix. Bret Figueres sipped his 
Estrella Dorada beer, talking to Miguel, a young Spanish boy who waited on 
the tables, his eyes flickering now and then over to where the lovely woman 
was bent over her drink. 

"Miguel, who's the woman over there?" Figueres asked. "The one in the 
bathing suit, sitting in the corner all alone?" 

Sharp, white teeth flashed as the boy caught the man's interest. "Ah, senor, 
she is a pretty one, no? I will have to check, for she is very new here." 
Miguel rapped his metal tray with the knuckles of one fist, grinned again 
and hurried away. Miguel liked working for Bret Figueres; the man paid him 
well to be of such services, and inside his Latin heart, he had to admire 
the way Figueres moved in on all the pretty tourists who stayed at the 
hotel. It would have been enough just to help and learn from the master as 
he plied on all the lovely single women, but the tips, they were good too! 

Figueres had noticed Vivian almost from the moment she'd walked in the Can 
Juan Bar. He'd been immediately attracted to the way her tight, lithe 
buttocks moved under the small triangle of dark cloth, and his fingers 
suddenly ached to reach out and cup themselves around her white ass-moons, 
undulating sexily as she walked. And then he'd studied her face, with its 
full naturally red lips and uptilted nose with its freckles across the 
bridge, and the soft, swimming blue eyes and the shoulder-length blonde 
hair, and he salivated as he desired to rip her strained top away from her 
proud breasts and suckle them for a long, long time. He knew instinctively 
that she'd be fantastic in bed, that she'd fuck back at him and fuck back 
passionately. His penis throbbed painfully in the constrictions of his pants 
as he considered ways and means of approaching her, starting the downhill 
road that would end when his cock was buried in her tight, warmly moist cunt 
and she was begging for more ... more... 

"Senor!" 

"Yes, Miguel?" He turned back from his heated staring as the waiter stood 
hovering over him. "You found out about her?" 

"She is one Mrs. Vivian Stalker, from Connecticut. She is here with her 
daughter, staying in room 211." 

"No man with her? No husband?" 

"She has been here only for two days, senor. No husband registered, and I 
have not seen her in here before tonight." 

"Hmm." Figueres had an idea about the lovely Mrs. Stalker already. One, lack 
of husband but with daughter meant that she was probably a widow or 
more-likely, a divorcee. Women on a short spree away from their spouses 
rarely come with their children; he knew this from years of experience, of 
learning the hard way. Room 211 was one of the better suites, and Hotel 
Phoenix was one of the better hotels in Majorca, being on a cliff 
overlooking the wide bay and the central town of Palma. It added up in his 
mind that this woman had money, was in the throes of a possibly nasty 
separation, and as he studied her face again and saw the anguish and pain 
etched so clearly across her eyes, he figured that he was right. 

Vivian Stalker was ripe for plucking. 

It took a lot of money to stay in a hotel like the Phoenix-witness Mrs. 
Stalker-and his mind pored over ways of letting her pay for his stay as 
well, as he also thought of means of getting her into bed. Bret Figueres was 
an amoral, cruel man at heart, a type which are all too common to the sun 
and surf of the expensive play lands of the world. He had his counterpart in 
women who did the same, but few of either sex had ever combined such 
evilness both sexually and monetarily. It was more than a business for him, 
milking the stray females who crossed his pathhe gained much pleasure from 
humiliating them, crushing and hurting them as he sucked their souls right 
out of their unwilling bodies. He began to form a plan... 

Bret Figueres was a modern-day vampire, and he had set his lusting sights on 
Vivian Stalker as his next victim. 

"Miguel, what is the lady drinking?" he asked, placing a finger to his lips 
and leveling his eyes in concentration. 

"Gin-and-tonic, senor Figueres." 

"Have a supply including ice sent to her room immediately, only don't tell 
her. Add it to my bill." 

"At once. Do you wish me to introduce you, accidentally or otherwise?" 

"No, no that won't be necessary. She's had so much to drink now that I don't 
think she'll be much trouble in that way." Figueres slipped a hundred peseta 
note from the pile of change on the table and handed it to the boy. "Hop to 
it, Miguel." 

"Si, senor!" 

He scooped the rest of the change up, took his beer, and crossed to where 
Vivian was sitting. He coughed that cough meaning he was sorry to intrude, 
but thought he must. 

"Y-Yes?" Vivian looked up, startled slightly at the interruption. She saw 
through her alcoholic fog a handsome man with an air of genteel suaveness 
about him, an aura of gentlemanly sophistication like Cary Grant or Clark 
Gable. He had well-tanned, craggy features with a little 
moustache-pencil-thin and waxed, the same black color as his hair-across his 
upper lip. He smiled at her in a reassuring way, his eyes wrinkling at their 
corners and dimples appearing above his mouth, in his cheeks, his smile 
containing only the faint hint of superiority to it. Yes; just like Clark 
Gable, she thought for some strange reason. 

"May I sit down and join you?" His voice, she noticed, was warm and mellow, 
fitting the rest of his character perfectly. He was dressed casually, but 
with impeccable taste, in a yellow Italian knit shirt and matching slacks. 

"I'd prefer to be alone." 

"As you wish, but you looked as if you had a problem, and as we're both 
Americans...." He let the rest hang, seeing if she'd rise to the bait. 

"I ... I do?" The mother blinked, unnerved that her wretchedness had been so 
obvious to a stranger. 

"Well, I'm from New York, here all by myself," he said with a touch of 
humility. It was a lie-he had been here a long time, moving only during the 
winter season to the lusher fields of Switzerland and the ski resorts. "I 
guess you might say that I'm lonely too, and was naturally drawn to a fellow 
American who looked so-well, so sorry she'd come here." 

As he talked, he was sitting down, and before Vivian could protest, he was 
there, across from her, holding his beer in front of him with a sad 
expression on his face. Some of her resistance melted. "Really, Mr.-" 

"Figueres. Bret Figueres." 

"Really, Mr. Figueres, this is all very nice, but I'm not all alone. My 
daughter is here with me, and-" 

"Oh? Where is she?" 

"Out on a date." The truth made her shudder and choke, and closing her eyes 
for a minute, she reopened them and smiled tentatively at the man. "I guess 
it does show, doesn't it?" 

"Yes, it does." Figueres sighed and signaled Miguel for another round of 
drinks, again acting so quickly that it was done before the hapless woman 
could argue. "Just as mine does, I imagine. Sad thing, divorces." He glanced 
up to see what the reaction would be on her face, and gloated inwardly when 
he saw that he'd struck a nerve. "I'm trying to get over mine," he 
continued, manufacturing one lie after another, "and it's not working very 
well." 

The smoothly talking gigolo went on to tell about a fictitious wife from 
Manhattan and the time he'd had with her, all the while watching the 
reactions in the woman across from him. There was the gradual relaxation of 
Vivian's natural defenses as she began to sympathize with him over his 
plight, her own mind matching and dove-tailing what he was telling her with 
her experiences with Cleve. She didn't confess however; that would have been 
too much to do in front of the stranger, but she mentally fought back the 
urge to do so. Yet she was putty in the hands of such a skilled manipulator, 
for inexorably he channeled the discussion to the intimate parts of marriage 
and love, sensing as he went along the most subtle of her moods, knowing 
when to retreat or advance, just as he could sense that he would eventually 
be able to remove the bikini which covered her obviously little used pussy 
and delve into its sweetly waiting depths. 

Sometime along the line, she'd introduced herself, though she couldn't 
remember exactly when, and told him things on a general scale about herself. 
She felt uneasy in doing so, her mind whirling with confusion and too many 
gin-and-tonics at his sudden appearance and take-over. She wanted him to go 
away, not desiring to be thought of-even by herself-as a pickup; yet it was 
better with him here, talking to her. It hadn't been good to sit brooding, 
becoming more depressed by the minute. Yes, his company was better, she had 
to admit to herself, and she wasn't afraid of him, for as they sat drinking 
in an adult and civilized manner, she found herself appraising him with 
detached interest. Not as a potential sex mate-God forbid the thought!-but 
as a good-looking and very interesting gentleman friend. 

"I could use another beer, Vivian," Figueres said after some time. "And your 
glass is empty too." 

"No, no thank you. I'd better not." 

"Vivian, please. After all, we're living in the same hotel." 

"B-Bret. But please, I think it's time I went back to my room." Her head was 
spinning from the unaccustomed heavy amount of alcohol she'd had, especially 
the Spanish brands which are different than their stateside counterparts, 
and on her empty stomach, the gin had gone straight to her head. She 
realized belatedly that she was nearly too drunk to navigate, much besides 
being able to converse with Mr. Figueres-Bret-and she couldn't even recall 
the number of glasses she'd consumed. Worse, she really wasn't caring 
anymore, and that was the signal for her to stop, she knew. 

"Let me escort you to your room." 

"No ... I'm fine." But when she stood, Vivian staggered and almost fell; 
Figueres was there, catching her in his strong arms. "I ... I think I had 
one too many," she said, straightening. 

"Then don't say no," Figueres said with a grin, and quickly he grasped her 
by her arm and steered her to the door. Vivian, unsure of what was happening 
looked around, but as her feet gave way again, she was thankful for the 
man's courtesy, and without noticing it, she leaned against him. His way was 
so sincere, and his gesture so friendly without being wolfish. He was being 
nice, she decided, a perfectly nice man doing a favor. She gave him her key 
and allowed him to take her up in the elevator, feeling in the back of her 
mind that she must look and act the perfect fool in front of him. 

At the door of Room 211, she said: "Th-thank you, Bret. It was awfully good 
of you to see me here. I'll be all right now." 

A warm, somewhat quizzical smile played across Figueres' lips as he 
automatically roamed with his eyes the entire length of her supple, 
beautiful body. "Your daughter back, is that what you're afraid of? That she 
should see you with me?" 

Vivian blushed crimson at his taunting remarks. "No, of course not, Bret. 
Whatever gave you that idea?" 

"Oh, I don't know," he said vaguely. "But since there's nobody there to 
disapprove of your actions, then let me see you inside." 

"No-" But already the key was in the latch and the door open. She stumbled 
in the room after Figueres, confused by this inexplicable turn of events. 
"Please, Bret, you better go." 

"Vivian, I can't." Figueres turned and now his smile had turned to a frown 
of deep concern. "You're not a drinker, Vivian, I know that by the way 
you've been acting. You're very disturbed about something-a f t e r all, 
that's what brought me over to your table in the first place-and it's no 
good to keep it bottled up inside you." 

"No, Bret, please leave ... leave me alone. Please go. I-" 

"Sit down on the couch over there and let me fix you a drink," Figueres 
interrupted in an authoritative tone. He steered her gently to the couch and 
then returned to shut the door to the hall. 

"No, I.; . I...." 

"Yes, you can." Figueres walked to the fresh gin bottle and tonic, made a 
couple of drinks, then gave one to her and sat down beside her, not 
touching, but only studying her troubled face. "It's not right, a pretty 
woman like you, all tied up in knots. I know you couldn't talk about 
anything downstairs in the bar, what with so many people around, but here 
it's different." He set his drink down, and then reached in his shirt pocket 
as though reaching for a cigarette. He wasn't though; he didn't smoke. He 
clicked on the battery-operated miniature tape recorder which was cleverly 
disguised as a pack of Celtas Spanish cigarettes, making sure that the 
volume was up and the mike in the front of the pack was facing his hostess. 

A couple of things were beginning to bother Vivian, even through the almost 
drug-like haze of her drinking. One was the presence of the gin and tonic, 
for she seemed to recall that one of the reasons she'd left the room earlier 
was that the bottles were empty. What was more doing here now? She couldn't 
think, her mind was going around in too many circles to logically work out 
the puzzle. 

The other problem was that for some odd reason, Figueres' presence was 
making her uneasy in an ethereal fashion she couldn't quite fathom. She knew 
that there was nothing really wrong with him being in her room, even if 
Patty should return early, for in this day and age a lone woman is not 
considered bad if she enjoys the company of a nice man, as it might have 
been in her mother's day. She knew that nothing would happen, that Bret 
Figueres was the essence of discretion, but still there was that pervading 
air of something wrong, something deli-ciously wrong as if she was skirting 
danger and relishing it. She tried to think back, but as she recalled the 
conversation so far, there had been nothing portent about his talk or 
actions. But his request to have her tell all, to unburden her heart to him, 
was too much. She couldn't. She just couldn't, and she sipped her drink to 
keep from having to speak, afraid that in spite of her guard, she would 
blurt everything out to him. 

"Do you want to tell me about it, Vivian?" 

She shook her head violently, her hands clutching the glass. 

"Come on," he urged soothingly. "It always helps to talk about it, believe 
me. I did with you, and now I want you to return the favor and let me help 
you." 

Vivian suddenly felt very small and alone, and sorry that she'd allowed 
Figueres to stay. This man was a stranger-how could she talk to him? Yet how 
could she try to pretend nothing was the matter when there was, and she'd 
acted in need of solace and comfort and advice? "I ... I can't," she 
whispered. 

"Is it that terrible?" 

"T-To me, it is. I suppose to others it wouldn't be more than a joke, losing 
my husband the way I did, and alienating what little affection my daughter 
had for me. But-" She suddenly stopped, realizing that unintentionally, 
she'd started to tell Figueres about her life. She swallowed back more 
words, but the dam had been burst, and the liquor made her head swirl 
terribly. She couldn't think what to do, couldn't control any longer her 
emotions from breaking through her modesty. Everything was so mixed up. 
Tears brimmed in her eyes once more, and she was unable to stop herself from 
crying then, feeling so miserable, so confused, so hurt. She let the tears 
flow freely, sobbing brokenly without removing her hands from the glass. 

"There, there, my dear," Figueres said softly, and placed a comforting arm 
around her bare shoulder. She felt his touch and smelled the nearness of his 
skin and faint cologne, but the arm was strong and the cologne pleasant, and 
she allowed herself to be drawn to his chest. Figueres let the soft strands 
of her hair tickle his face as he murmured: "There, you see? Once you 
started it wasn't so bad after all. Come on, now, don't stop talking. Let it 
all come out. It'll be better this way, trust me...." 

And Vivian told him. She couldn't resist his persuasion, her own anguish. 
She told him in broken words about Cleve and Josh McPhereson and the names 
she'd been called in court, and about her child turning her back to her, and 
when she was done, she pressed her face tightly to his shirt and continued 
to cry. 

Bret Figueres felt her warm, resilient body pressed to his chest, felt her 
firm, rippling muscles of her shoulder beneath his circling arm, smelled the 
heady fragrance of her hair and flesh. She was going to be good, all right; 
she was really going to be good, and it was all he could do to keep from 
throwing her down on the cushions, spreading her legs, and fucking her right 
on the spot. But he still had to wait, to keep up the facade or he might 
destroy the confidence she was building in him. He sensed that she was open 
and ready for suggestion now-she was so ashamed and drunk-so instead of 
anything physical, he spoke soothingly to Vivian, closing the gap between 
them with carefully chosen words. 

"Vivian, listen to me. You're not the one at fault, it's that puritanical 
bastard of an ex-husband. He denied you life, physical love, the sweet joys 
of the senses, and what you did with your neighbor was a natural extension 
of being a woman. You weren't wrong or sinful. The sex act is only something 
dirty to the warped little minds who have tried to blot it out completely. 
Sex, masturbation, lust; in short anything and everything which has to do 
with penises and vaginas and t.he delights thereof are considered unholy by 
people like Cleve, and celibacy and virginity have been deemed virtues 
instead of the monstrous sins they are against the source of life. Well, 
times have changed, Vivian. There is now a healthy reaction against the 
sickness of this kind of insanity, and just because your ex-husband is fifty 
years behind times, is no reason to blame yourself for being what you are, a 
real woman." 

Figueres began to stroke the satiny smooth skin of her shoulder and upper 
arm, now, comfortingly, and with the same tone of voice but with different 
words, he continued to croon. "But don't think about it any longer, Vivian. 
Don't think about all those barren years you spent with him, without sex, 
without his penis and his hands on your vagina, caressing...." 

Vivian sucked in her breath sharply, stirred by the use of such lewd 
sounding words as "penis" and "vagina," she thought about resisting, but his 
words flowed like warm syrup, enveloping her in a dreamy torpor. She was 
aware that he was telling her not to think about it any more, but the 
visions were nonetheless there, and becoming clearer by the second. She 
didn't want to think about sex, God knew, but as he continued to drone on, 
she could not stop herself. She sobbed into the thin material of Figueres' 
shirt, finding a certain security in his masculine nearness and the gentle 
stroking of his hand on her bare shoulder and upper arm. 

Figueres could feel her firm warm breasts pressing against him, and the 
nipples hardening somewhat, and he knew that his words were having the 
desired effects on her. She was thinking about sex, just as he wanted her 
to, and the images were in turn causing unmistakable, if un-desired, 
arousal. "Don't think about a man's cock sliding in and out of you as you 
strain beneath him, spreading your legs wider and wider to reach your 
climax. Don't think about his mouth on your breasts, his tongue licking your 
nipples, your hard, excited nipples...." 

Perversely, Vivian felt twitching, excited sensations deep within her belly, 
and her vagina began to secrete tiny uninvited droplets of lubrication, 
moistening her pubic hair. Her nippled breasts grew throbbingly hard beneath 
her skimpy bikini top, and she tried to cease the tingling madness filling 
her blood by squeezing her legs together, but that only seemed to make 
matters worse. 

"You've been so long without a man, Vivian ... so long without a hard, 
man-size cock sliding in and out of your cunt, in and out until it shoots 
its cum deep into your belly. So long, Vivian ... but don't let yourself 
think, about it, or you'll only get yourself excited...." 

Figueres felt the young, bikini-clad woman trembling beneath his arm now, 
trembling with something more than her former misery, and he thought 
exultantly: She's ready, she's turned on and wants a man now ... and I'm 
going to do it! 

He continued to stroke her shoulder, taking the glass from her hands and 
placing it on the table before them. She'd stopped crying, and was now 
breathing faster, the heat of her breath searing his chest through the 
shirt. He brought his hand up and slid it along her naked back, down to the 
curve of her firmly quivering buttocks, then up along her spine. All the 
while, his words were bolder and bolder: "Don't think about making love, 
Vivian. No, of fucking, of a man's hard driving cock buried deep up in your 
pussy, fucking you ... fucking you...." 

He heard the sharp intake of her breath as she stiffened, and the convulsive 
kneading of his shirt by her hands-but she made no effort to pull away. He 
grinned widely to himself and kept teasingly caressing her breast, running 
his thumb and forefinger across the granite-hard nipple, his heart pounding 
in his chest, his cock swelling to agonizing erection in the cage of his 
pants. A warning voice tolled in Vivian's mind as she attempted to penetrate 
the aroused state his words had evoked, and yet, between the liquor 
releasing her carefully controlled emotions, and the way it dulled her 
sensibilities and fears, she found that somehow his hand on her breast 
didn't seem so wrong after all, that it felt good, like the hand of a father 
stroking a fevered child's body in an effort to calm it. His lewd, but 
strangely exciting, four-letter words spun and tumbled in her mind, making 
her want to believe that sex was all right, that what she had done with Josh 
McPhereson-what she was allowing to be done to her now was the clean, 
healthy way, and Cleve was wrong. 

Then his hands were under her bikini bra, lifting the cloth up, and in a 
surge of sudden fear, she gasped: "No ... no, stop that, Bret. No, what are 
you doing?" She tried to fight herself and the man, squirming away from his 
grasp, but in doing so, she turned her body and her mouth brushed against 
Figueres' lips. "No...." she mewled defenselessly, and then she found his 
mouth grinding against hers, as McPhereson's had the time before, completely 
engulfing her lips, flicking his tongue forward to entice her. I can't let 
this happen ... I can't ... I must control myself ... But the primeval urge 
she'd for so long a time denied boiled to the surface, and she let Figueres' 
tongue flick mercilessly in and out of her mouth and allowed him to untie 
her bra and free her full, proud breasts to his lustful exploring touch. He 
pinched her nipples and cupped the sensuously throbbing mounds of flesh, 
making her moan with excitement deep in her throat. Then his hands fell 
away, and began to roam the rest of her now spastically quivering flesh, and 
his head dipped down and sucked wetly on one breast, nipping her hardened 
nipple bud and causing her to whine feebly. 

"Please, Bret ... no...." she begged, sensing that she was emotionally to 
that same point she had been with her neighbor where she couldn't be the one 
to end this attack. But she might as well not have spoken, for his prowling 
hands were now all over her naked ribs and belly, then, without warning, 
slipped hotly between her abdomen and thin top of her bikini pants. His 
fingers went to the elastic hip band, swiftly moved inside, pushing the 
material ahead of him, and then touched the first, hot strands of her softly 
curling pubic fleece. 

Virginia jackknifed against him with the electric contact of his hand at her 
naked crotch; her whole being protested out and she started to oscillate 
violently on the couch, her mind and flesh two separate entities neither of 
which she could control. No ... this is wrong ... I'm not a whore, a slut :. 
. I have to stop him ... must stop him ... stop ... ahhhhhh! But the drunk 
and moaning young divorcee was incapable of pulling away from the delights 
Figueres was bringing her, for in truth, it was like running away from 
herself. She wanted his touch down between her legs, wanted his mouth on her 
breasts-even though she tried her best to deny the facts to herself, and her 
body, starved and unchained by the gin from its years of hunger, kept on 
pressing relentlessly for release. 

Figueres dipped his middle finger into the wet, trembling passage of 
Vivian's burning cunt, teasing the hardened button of her clitoris, playing 
with it and the soft, warm walls of her vaginal slit, reveling in the feel 
of her pussy and the vibrating arousal of her passions. Christ, he thought, 
she really turned on, even faster than he'd hoped. She must have been 
without cock for an awful long time, to get like this ... and when a woman 
gets as fired up as she is, there's nothing that can stop her! 

"No," she continued to protest. "My daughter ... I don't want my daughter to 
find me again like this ... please let me up, Bret...." 

But then he dropped her bikini pants on the floor and pressed tightly 
against him her now naked flesh, kissing her with wild fury and flattening 
and spreading her lips open until she uncontrollably splurged her tongue 
into his mouth. A frightened hollowness came alive in the pit of her belly, 
as she felt herself being transported up in his strong arms and across to 
the bedroom as if they were one together, her body moving with his rather 
than opposing it, her weakened state of resistance leaving her nothing to 
fight with as he lowered her defeated form onto the darkened room's bed. 

His hands once more began to explore her naked body, caressing the softly 
trembling swells of her breasts, splaying open the tender lips of her cunt 
again as he lay next to her. She groaned against him, unable to contain 
herself as she writhed on his fingers. 

"Bret, I ... we mustn't...." she panted in his face. "Oh God, we 
mustn't...." 

"We must, Vivian," he murmured in response. "It is what you want ... it is 
what you need...." 

Shame at what she was doing swept through her as she allowed the almost 
perfect stranger to probe deeper into the moistly throbbing hole up between 
her open thighs, whimpering as he wormed in two fingers, then three.. . . 

"You want to fuck me, don't you, Vivian?" Figueres whispered huskily. 

"No, please don't ask ... don't ask...." she wailed, afraid of the truth 
herself. 

But he had to ask, to get her words down on the tape recording so that he 
could use them against her later, and to heighten his own streak of 
maliciousness which curled in his stomach. But first-he slipped out of his 
pants and shirt, carefully laying the shirt next to them so that the 
microphone of the tape recorder would still pick up their sounds, then once 
again he pressed against the warm, urgent flesh of the young, excitedly 
trembling mother. Vivian jerked, feeling the huge hotness of his 
desire-hardened penis as it pressed into the smooth, naked flesh of her 
hips, and as his fingers continued to tease at her warm vaginal passage, 
burrowing deeper and deeper, she moaned and arched her neck, rolling her 
head from side to side and grinding her naked buttocks down hard into the 
mattress in a futile endeavor to escape his lewd assault on her nakedly 
exposed cunt. 

"No, no, no," she muttered and gnashed her teeth. Again, he was moving 
along, but this time he removed his fingers as he rolled on top her writhing 
flesh, leaving her unsatiated cunt alive with fire, his cock sliding close, 
dangerously close, to her pussy.... 

"Vivian ... I've got to have you! I've got to fuck you!" he gasped in his 
own rising fever. 

"No, oh god, you'll hate me afterwards," she moaned, his crude obscenity 
sending a shock of lewd excitement through her as her vaginal lips quivered 
and throbbed with her need for him. "And, I'll hate myself, I know I will!" 
She groaned wetly against his mouth, even as he tried to squirm his penis 
between her defensively closed thighs. She kissed him hard as he continued 
to thrust his cock through the upper portion of her wet, hair-lined slit, 
fighting madly to reach the mouth of the smooth, pink passage she held from 
him, his every stroke sending a wild sensation as his prick finally burrowed 
its way through the tightly clasped flesh of her inner thighs to her vaginal 
lips. 

And when it did, when she felt the wetness of the first tentative drops of 
his seminal fluid ooze from his cock-head and mat her already moist pubic 
hair arid the long, iron-hard rod break through her tightly clamped inner 
thighs to nestle against her cuntal tunnel-then, at that precise moment, 
something snapped within her mind. Her blood-pounding needs overwhelmed her 
in an inferno of lust and eagerness, and she spread her legs wide to accept 
him, as she would have accepted her husband if Cleve had so wanted, and she 
arched her loins upwards in a mute, begging plea to be satisfied. 

But muteness wasn't enough for Bret Figueres. "Tell me now, Vivian!" he 
commanded teasingly. He looked down at her, down at the coral-tinged, 
blonde-curled pussy anticipatorily aching for his cock, completely abandoned 
off her modesty and womanly dignity as she splayed it wide for his benefit. 
"Go on, tell me what you want!" 

And in a voice that was strange and detached, she breathed out her answer to 
him-to him and his recorder-and the salacious words made his cock leap with 
intensity. Her words were alien and impossibly exciting on her lips and in 
her ears, words which brought about her final capitulation in mind as well 
as body, for she had to admit that she did want his cock inside her. 

She cried out: "I want you to fuck me, Bret! I want you to fuck me and keep 
on fucking me until I can't stand it anymore! I want you to fuck meeeeeee!" 

"And when I cum?" 

"Fill me up with your cum, Bret! Yes! Yes! Fuck me until you cum inside my 
cunt! Ohhhhh!" 

With a low growl of victory, the naked man lunged forward, his hips 
thrusting heavily as he drove through the soft curling pubic hair and into 
her waiting cunt and felt the hot, seething passage clasp out at his cock 
and absorb his naked flesh like a hungry, unfed child's mouth. She rocked 
beneath him from his attack, grunting out her passion, grinding her vagina 
up into his pelvis to take the full length of his massive penis into her 
waiting belly. She was warm and pulsing inside, and the excited secretions 
of her pussy walls helped him slide in easily, wetting his surging plunge. 
He thrust lustily until his sperm-heavy testicles thudded hard against her 
firm, upturned buttocks, and still he moved harder and faster, flexing his 
cock as she moaned out her helpless passion, imbedding his driving rod 
deeply into her open cunt. 

"Oh, God!" Figueres groaned. She was better than he'd anticipated! He ground 
savagely into her, feeling the pliant flesh of her warmly clenching pussy 
straining to meet his pounding jerks, and as he established a battering 
rhythm, she opened and closed her legs about his hips and labored 
frantically with her cunt muscles inside to climb his cock, her loins 
jerking high up off the bed. 

"Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh," she chanted mesmerically in his ear, lost in the 
wonderment of what she'd almost forgotten could be so good. She clamped her 
calves crab-like around his hips, only to slacken them and clamp them harder 
in a tempo matching his own pulsating beat. He increased his speed and 
stroke, spurred on by her wildness, drubbing into her savagely as his 
testicles beat against her upturned thighs. 

The young, newly divorced, mother began to babble incoherently, oblivious to 
where she was or what she was doing, whirling in the delicious storm of her 
desires. She drew her knees up as she raised herself even more fully to her 
unknown lover's brutal attack, her moistly spread vagina clasping hungrily 
around his hotly ramming penis as she rode his shaft wantonly, absolutely 
out of control, and never wanting the sensations to cease. 

"Harder! Oh, Bret, fuck me harder!" she screamed, and Figueres couldn't 
control the grin at the thought that every word, every moan and sigh, was 
being picked up on the small roll of tape so close to them. He was sure 
Vivian's cunt was going to rip down the middle, navel to anus, from his 
animal-like rampage of her vagina, and he knew then that he was soon going 
to explode from the pressure of his impending orgasm. God damn, he wasn't 
going to be able to hold out much longer! 

And unknown to them, lost as they were in their fusion of cock and cunt, 
neither Vivian Stalker or Bret Figueres took notice of the open doorway 
behind them, or of the dark shadow which had fleetingly crossed the living 
room and now stood in that doorway, the figure highlighted by the lights of 
the room behind her. They were totally oblivious to the young teenage girl 
who stood frozen in horrified shock, her tender features drained of blood, 
as she choked back an insane fury of loathing and horror, her vision 
swimming close to insanity. 

Patty Stalker, slumped against the doorway, aghast at what she was 
witnessing. Her own mother! Yes-her mother was just the bitch and slut Daddy 
said she was, and this time she couldn't deny it! 

 CHAPTER 3 

When young Patty left the hotel room with Larry Jensen, the boy had had to 
catch up with her by the elevators. "Hey," he said, "what's between you and 
your mom?" 

"Never mind," she replied crisply. 

"I mean, you and her fight like that all the time?" 

"I said never mind!" Then she realized that she didn't mean to snap at 
Larry, so to soften her words, she added: "Please, Larry, let's not spoil 
the evening talking about her. She's a bitch, that's all, and the sooner I 
can get out of high school and on my own, the better I'll like it. Okey?" 

Larry shrugged. "Okey...." 

Patty glanced at the boy, a light twinge of doubt in her mind now forming as 
they rode down to the lobby together. She was all alone with him, and 
although she was on the date to spite her mother, she was now w o n d e-r i 
n g whether or not she should have gone. She was a little afraid, not so 
much of Larry as of herself. At sixteen, she'd been out on enough dates to 
learn about pawing hands and determined grabs, and knew how to subdue the 
desires which had caused her dates to suddenly get bulges in their pants. 
But this time, there was a magical kind of chemistry happening to her as she 
stared at Larry and sensed his warm closeness, some ingredient that hadn't 
been there with the others, and she knew that she was going to have a hard 
time controlling her own desires should he make an effort to overcome her 
virginity. Was it him that did this to her, or was it because she was so far 
away from home? Or was it just that her own body was developing to maturity 
and it was time? Time-as one of her older girl-friends had told her, one day 
you're a girl, and the next you're ready to be a woman, all set for sex and 
everything, and God help the guy who's around when that happens. She gritted 
her teeth, trying to steel herself to resolve, and she guessed that it 
really didn't matter whether it was Larry or herself behind the quivering 
feelings in her breasts and between her legs-the important thing was that it 
was there, and she had to learn how to control it. Un-like her mother, who 
didn't seem to be able to at all. 

Besides, being out with Larry not only got back at her mother, it got her 
own mind off of her loathsome family life. 

The evening progressed wonderfully for her, and her doubts faded as the 
dinner was served all six courses of it-and she drank the Sangria wine. 
Usually she'd never have considered "throwing herself" at a boy as she had 
at Larry that afternoon, but she was only going to be here a couple of 
weeks, and there simply wasn't time to play too coy a game and be taken to 
all the exciting places she'd read about in the brochures. And Larry had 
been the perfect gentleman, talking a blue streak about all sorts of 
interesting things, and not the usual junk that boys she'd dated before 
constantly bored her with-cars, other girls, and more cars. No, Larry Jensen 
was a real find, she thought, and as far as she was concerned, she wasn't 
going to screw it up by playing too hard to get. Up to that point, however, 
when she could sense she couldn't control herself, and then things would 
stop. Still, she couldn't be too much of a tease-that was worst of all. 

Perhaps a kiss tonight, a little necking, and only after she'd been dancing 
until the clubs closed, and he'd be too tired to follow up with anything 
more. Later, like next week, when it was too late for him to get her any 
farther, she'd allow him to take her bra off and play with her titties. She 
liked that, and now in her high-school that was socially acceptable as a 
limit. Everything above the waist-nothing below. She'd found that her 
breasts were extremely sensitive, especially around her nipples, and she 
peripherally wondered if her mother was the same. She bet that she was, 
considering the way her mother liked men. 

El Olivo was a small, intimate restaurant, hidden away from the usual 
tourist area. It boasted a large olive tree in the middle of the floor, lots 
of little knickknacks hanging from its trunk-and one of the best chefs on 
the island. Larry Jensen settled back in a leather chair and ordered for 
Patty and himself, and the chef-who was owner and waiter as well-hurried 
away to mix up a starting pitcher of Sangria. Jensen chattered in a way 
calculated to put the teenager at ease, liking Patty and the way she smelled 
of Pond's and talcum powder, and the way she was so innocently in awe of the 
scenery around her as they had driven from the hotel to the restaurant. To 
Larry, the sweet girl was as good as in bed with him now; it would take a 
little effort, for she was obviously no round-heels pushover like so many of 
the Scandinavian girls who came to Majorca-but after she had made a 
production of refusing, she'd come around. He smirked to himself at the 
dark, lewd dreams of how, and in what ways, he was going to fuck this 
inexperienced little virgin. 

He'd even planned the dinner to help him seduce her, feeding hot-spiced and 
salty dishes one after another to her which insured that she would 
frequently and heavily drink the sangria, and leave it to an inexperienced 
girl to guzzle the sangria as though it was raspberry soda. One of the 
deadliest of Spanish inventions, it tasted like a mild sweet wine, never 
disclosing the Cointreau, the brandies, the fizz water which was added. 

"Lesh-Let's go dancing now, Larry," Patty bubbled after dinner. She'd become 
a little thick-headed, but passed it off as the fact that she was having a 
good time and was excited. They stepped out in the warm night after the boy 
paid for the meal, and she found that her mind cleared a little in the fresh 
air, not realizing that she was being slowly brought past the point where 
she would not care what she did. 

"Whoo!" she breathed, taking a deep gasp and clutching Larry's arm for 
support. "I think I had a little too much of that fruit punch!" 

"Naw, it was just the food. You're not used to it." 

"I ... hope I don't get sick." 

"You won't. Majorca is a very clean place, and the only time you have to 
watch out for the food is when they cook the food in aged olive oil. They 
don't at El Olivo, take my word for it." 

They started back toward the big town of Pal-ma-El Olivo being on its 
outskirts. Larry turned to the girl, smiling broadly. "I thought that you 
might like to go to the J&B Club now to dance." He pronounced J&B "Ee and 
Beh," the way the Spanish do. "It's got a fantastic view of the harbor, and 
is in a windmill. Good music, too, and sort of ... well, sort of romantic, 
if you'll pardon the expression." 

Patty giggled. "That's fine with me. So many of the discos are too big and 
noisy for my taste. Sure, let's go there." 

The night-club was on a bluff overlooking the bay, and surprisingly, it was 
very close to the Phoenix. But it was hidden on a side-street off an old 
part of the town, flanked by dark buildings and dingy apartments. The street 
widened out into a parking area-already lined with many other cars-and there 
were other clubs around the lot, with garish neon signs and raucous noise 
spilling out from their windows and doors. The club itself was still further 
on, down a narrow path, and at first Patty was a little hesitant in 
following Larry. Once inside, however, and she changed her mind entirely. 

It was a low-ceiling, red-plush draped grotto, she thought, the walls 
flat-white stucco and the floor of the usual tile from which everything in 
Majorca seemed to be made. The waiters were well-dressed and friendly, and 
the music, supplied by an excellent stereo system, was of the latest 
State-side hits. Larry got a low, roughhewn table right beside the windows, 
and Patty gazed enraptured out at the twinkling lights and the moon which 
was gilding the water and boats with a silver coating. 

"Gee, this is really a swell place, Larry," she breathed. "I'm sure glad you 
took me here." 

"Well, I like it because there aren't many tourists. If you look around 
you'll see that most of the dancers are Spanish or Majorcan; when they get 
all dolled up and take their girls out, they come here." He waved his hand 
in the general direction of the dance-floor, and Patty could see that he was 
right. "This is my third trip to Majorca, and the first time I went to all 
the traps, just like everybody else does, but then I found out about this 
place, and I keep coming back. Oh-here's the waiter. Order something." 

"I-I really don't want any more to drink, thank you." 

"You gotta have something, Patty. It's the rule." The boy waited a moment, 
saw the girl's indecision, and ordered for her. "Two champagne cocktails," 
he said in Spanish to the waiter. Again, he didn't bother to explain what 
was in the cocktail, besides champagne-Cointreau, apricot brandy, and an 
orange slice. It would be a good follow-up for the sangria, he figured... 

The music never ended, though it changed from fast numbers to slow ones, 
then evolved back into a string of fast ones again. They finished the 
cocktails, Patty finding hers delicious and as easy to take as the punch 
she'd had during dinner, and then she said she wanted to dance. She and 
Larry danced and danced, squirming and heaving in the exaggerated fertility 
rites labeled as modern rock, and she swung her arms until her young face 
was flushed and her head swam dizzily to the frenzied throb coming from the 
blasting speakers. In between, she retreated to the table and gulped down 
the seemingly never-ending supply of champagne cocktails until finally, 
utterly exhausted, she sat down for a long rest, the alcohol now churning 
heavily in her system, making her woozy and the room to revolve like a 
carrousel around her. 

"Another?" her smiling escort asked, pointing to her empty glass. 

"God, no, not for awhile. Let me catch my breath." 

"Here, have a cigarette," he offered, leaning over the table and extending a 
pack. "You do smoke, don't you?" 

"Not ... not very much," she answered tim-idly. 

"Well, you should have a Spanish cigarette. Try one, at least, just to say 
you've had one when you go back home." 

"Well-" she giggled again, feeling frightfully daring. "Well, all right." 
She took the rough, dark cigarette and put it hesitantly in her mouth; truth 
was, she hardly smoked at all, but this was special, and one wouldn't hurt 
her, and she didn't want to seem like a baby. 

"They're stronger in taste, but just as mild," Larry explained as he lit it. 
"Personally, I prefer them to American brands." 

Patty sucked in the first breath, inhaling the smoke and coughing it back 
up. She blushed as Larry laughed, and then inhaled again in determination. 
He was right-the tobacco was tastier, giving off a strange, sour-sweet aroma 
that was very pleasant. She exhaled, looking at the boy with a smile of 
triumph, and the room swam still faster in front of her. She looked then at 
the cigarette as if it had caused it, then shrugged and smoked it some more. 

The boy sat back, enjoying his own cigarette, and thought: What a stupid 
little girl. Spanish cigarette, my ass. If I'm caught with these, it's six 
years in the clink, no questions asked. Marijuana, that's what she's curling 
into her lungs; marijuana and ground up hashish, straight from Algeria. That 
ought to set her really free! 

The alcohol was pulsing through her blood now, and her brain was contented, 
spreading warm lethargy through her tender, young body. She never realized 
that she was smoking marijuana, as she might have in a different place and 
time-she took the boy's word for what she was smoking, and slowly it too, 
began to work its insidious effects on her. She felt good, staring out at 
the lapping water, laughing and talking with Larry in the night-club, not 
caring to decline the glass of champagne which somehow appeared in her hand. 
There was a delightful, tingling deep in her belly, so deep that she 
couldn't imagine its bottom, it was that deep... 

A more natural and familiar feeling filtered through to her, and clenching 
her thighs together, she stood up. "Where-where's the girls' room, Larry," 
she asked. "I think all that champagne has worked its way through me." 

He pointed to a low archway near the entrance. "Over there, next to the 
boys' room." 

She managed to make it to the toilet, relieving herself, and then washed her 
face, tipping the senora who was there twenty-five pesetas. Instead of 
returning to her table, however, she had the sudden urge to go outside for a 
moment, hoping that the clean air would lift the fog that was settling on 
her brain the way it had back at the restaurant. Without considering Larry, 
the marijuana and alcohol dulling her judgment, she nodded to the doorman 
and walked alone down the path to the parking lot, wiping the perspiration 
from her forehead and drawing deep breaths of coolness into her lungs. 

She walked quietly, sucking in the air and making a strong effort to focus 
her eyes as she moved between the lines of cars. Then, she paused, a sound 
coming from the car in front of her. Voices! Probably a couple of lovers, 
she thought dreamily, and she'd just pass them by. 

She took several more steps that brought her up behind the vehicle, and then 
she heard a man's voice say: "Spread your legs wider, honey, ohhh, let me 
kiss you there between them!" 

The answer was a feminine gasp and an exclamation of: "Ohh, Ducky! It's 
beautiful! Don't stop! Don't stop!" 

Patty's breath caught in her throat. There was the moon, and from its light 
showing through the open side-windows she was able to distinguish two 
half-nude bodies, locked in a sensual embrace of love-making that made her 
freeze with shock. The girl-not much older than she-was lying on her back 
with her legs raised high in the air, and the man was sliding down in the 
seat until his head was down between her thighs, his face even with her open 
loins; the girl clutched the hair of the man's head and with a desperate 
grinding of her pelvis, lifted her nakedly exposed pussy invitingly up to 
his face. Patty saw his tongue lash out and disappear into her soft, 
hair-lined vagina, then trembled with sudden concern as the girl cried out: 

"Ohhh, yes, darling! Lick it! Eat my pussy! Ohhhhh!" 

Patty couldn't believe her eyes or ears, and she stepped back, feeling a 
tightening sensation in the pit of her stomach, and she tried to blink her 
eyes to bring them into proper focus, to assure herself that she was just 
having an illusion brought on by the drinking. But the girl in the car 
groaned and once more Patty could see the man's tongue working slave-like in 
slobbering subjugation of the lovely girl's cunt, and she could see the 
contortions of her face above the white mounds of her bared, pulsing 
breasts. He brought his hand down into the naked crevice of the young girl's 
sensuously squirming buttocks and raised her thighs higher, so he could 
flick his tongue into the tight, puckered little hole of her anus, and Patty 
stared as if mesmerized by the sight; a long, low moan escaped the girl and 
she clenched her eyes tightly shut, her lips baring back over her teeth at 
the obvious sensations that were racing through her body. 

No ... no ... this wasn't her affair, the teenager rationalized, and she 
told herself to turn away and leave without them hearing her. But the 
salacious sight and sounds seemed to root her to the ground, for she had 
never seen two people naked like that before, and oddly, she suddenly found 
it affecting her in a way she'd have never dreamed possible. Instead of 
disgust and sickness, she felt a strange, light-fingered quivering between 
her thighs, and her mouth was hot and dry. The prurient sensations between 
her legs caused her to stand holding herself rigid and strained, and that 
made the growing wetness in the crotch band of her panties all the more 
apparent to her. Unconsciously, she reached down and stroked the front of 
her skirt where the vaginal secretions were flowing, sensuously touching her 
sensitively throbbing pubic mound as she experienced the passion-inciting 
scene before her in total fascination. The tiny, bud-like nipples of her 
breasts had begun to ache and tingle with an involuntary desire of their 
own, the marijuana and alcohol feeding the signals of her lust and arousal 
to her fevered brain with an intensity which threatened to engulf her. 
Abruptly, an electric charge shot through the girl and she nearly cried out 
her alarm as she felt a pair of hands slip around her from behind and clutch 
at her breasts. 

"Shhh, they'll hear you," the voice of her date, Larry Jensen, whispered in 
her ear. He drew her back against him, pressing her firmly rounded young 
buttocks back to his already hardening cock. "What a show, huh?" he 
continued, moving his penis in the crevice between her buttocks. "I was 
wondering where you'd gone, and the doorman said you were out here. I can 
see why. She's really getting herself sucked, ain't she?" 

"D-Don't talk that way," Patty hissed over her shoulder. "And take your 
hands off of me this instant!" she ordered, trying to squirm free from his 
fingers on her breasts, feeling once more the grinding of his slightly 
pulsating penis in the crevice of her buttocks, the pressure of her skirt in 
the soft, quivering divide. Suddenly the man in the car stopped, paused and 
then pulled away from the girl's cunt as he looked up in front of him. 

"You hear anything?" he asked in an English accent, craning his neck. Larry, 
still holding tightly to Patty's breasts, eased her back into the shadows. 

"No," said the girl. "But I don't give a damn, ducks. Come back here, let me 
suck your cock! ... Ohhhhhh." 

The figures in the car were silent and still for a moment, and Patty was 
certain that they'd been heard. And then the teenager's eyes riveted upon 
the lewdly locked couple, as she saw the man raise up and kneel over the 
front of the girl's face with his knees straddling her body on either side. 
His long, rigid cock stood out and she saw the girl come forward eagerly as 
he rubbed his penis' head against her lips, then the girl took the huge 
shaft in the warm wetness of her mouth as he tangled his fingers in her 
hair. The girl began a gentle nibbling motion, and Patty could see the tiny 
ridges of her soft pink mouth pulling back as he drew in and out, sliding 
his rock-hard cock deep into her sucking cavity. She watched, transfixed, as 
he rhythmically sawed in and out, never quite drawing out all the way, but 
leaving its tip just inside the pink flesh of her ovaled lips, and again she 
caught the little mewls and groans of pleasure... 

Patty squirmed lewdly in the throes of passion before her, and an exciting 
tingle darted menacingly between her own pulsating thighs once more. "See 
there, honey," Larry whispered in her ear, "she's cradling his balls now." 
Larry slipped his hand up inside her blouse, cupping her throbbing breasts 
hard as she gaped at the wet coupling of the two in the auto, and she had to 
clench her teeth to keep from muttering a helpless groan aloud. "See that?" 
he continued relentlessly. "She's nibbling on his cock like it was candy, 
and stroking his balls at the same time! Jesus! Her mouth looks like a fish 
out of water." 

"Oh God, don't say things like that!" she pleaded, the alcohol and marijuana 
she had unwittingly taken coursing through her blood and intensifying the 
sudden unchecked sensations which were beginning to surge through her 
against her will. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting with all her moral 
strength, but his soft fingers nipping teasingly at her nipples and the 
hardness of his penis grinding into the cleft of her buttocks brought forth 
soft moans of near submission from her lips. 

"Goddamn, you're luscious," Larry hissed into her ear. "You make that cunt 
in the car look like a hag, and look at all the fun she's having!" 

"Ohhh, don't...." Patty whimpered as she felt the lewd, delicious feelings 
rippling across her skin. "No one ... has ever done that to me!" 

"Always a first time," he whispered wetly into her ear, his fingers 
beginning to gather up the hem of her dress in front. "Always a first time 
for everything." 

"Don't do that, Larry ... Don't touch me there! You mustn't!" she sobbed, 
too conscious now of the heavy groans of passion coming from the car. She 
moaned and tried again to pull away, but she wasn't able to overcome the 
myriad of strange sensations building up in her belly against her will. 
Then, she gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her miniskirt 
reach the top of her thighs, letting the cool night air rush against them, 
and Larry's fingers suddenly come in hot searing contact with the softness 
of her naked thigh. A ravishing shock rippled along her legs as she felt him 
slip a finger slowly under the elastic leg band of her panties, and she 
tried to tear herself free, one hand moving his from her loins while her 
other clung atop the hand inside her blouse that was squeezing her breasts, 
but he was not to be denied and she whimpered as his fingertip found the 
narrow, sensitive slit of her vagina, parting the soft, sparsely growing 
pubic hair and making delightful contact with the tiny head of her now 
excitedly throbbing clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the undesired 
passions permeating her whole being, and she sucked in her breath to hold 
back a deep groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest. 

Oh, God! There was nothing she could do, and tears of shame and guilt 
cascaded warmly down her cheeks as to her horror she found her body reacting 
involuntarily to the maddening caresses of her breast and vagina. She was 
excessively wet down between her thighs, and she found her hips squirming in 
unintentional rhythm to the teasing of his finger running between her 
thighs. Weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, and then, 
unable to fight her raging emotions any longer, she allowed the boy to slip 
her flimsy bikini panties down over her full, ripe thighs, exposing to his 
lustful gaze behind her the beauty of her firm, quivering buttocks and the 
crevice dividing them with its soft, pubic hair covering that only partially 
concealed the now excitedly swollen lips of her virginal young pussy. 

"God, Larry ... please let me go. No boy has ever put his thing up inside me 
before...." 

The boy holding her from behind only laughed softly, loosening his own pants 
as his urge to fuck this hot bodied little teenager passed beyond all 
rational control. He'd planned to take some time with her, but seeing the 
opportunity, he couldn't avoid taking advantage of it. She'd been watching 
the couple and playing with her little cunt, and he'd known that she was 
hotter than the hinges of hell when he'd stepped up to her. His burgeoning 
cock, taunted by her and the couple, wouldn't have allowed him to stop his 
advances even if he'd wanted to-and now, the luck of the gods was with him, 
and shortly she would be bending over forward and receiving her first taste 
of cock. His! 

"See them?" he hissed excitedly. "See the couple? Well, we're going to join 
them, Patty. Right here. Ohhh, I've got to have you, or I'll burst my 
balls!" 

The girl mewled in abjectness. She had seen the boy behind her slide his 
pants down from the corner of her eye, saw his thick, hard cock in his hand 
and then felt him wedge its fleshy hardness between her legs. In a 
last-ditch effort to stop him from ramming his penis into her, she reached 
behind her and grabbed hold of his naked rod, using all of her muscles to 
keep it from entering her from back between her thighs. God! It was huge! 
She had never been aware how large and hard an erect penis could be, her 
only views of cocks being the small little things on the boy babies she'd 
changed while babysitting. God, it would kill her to put that monster in her 
pussy, it would split her virginal cunt in half-but the feel of it throbbing 
in her hand sent new chills of forbidden desire racing up and down her nerve 
strands. Instinctively, she began to stroke and massage the hot, impatient 
member, rubbing the foreskin tantalizing back and forth, and she heard Larry 
grind his teeth and grunt between explosive breaths. Then she felt a cold 
wetness on her bare thigh, and wondered if he had come, but his prick was 
still hard as steel; it must be the lubricant that men produce... 

"Jesus, don't ... don't do that, or I'll cum! Ohhhh!" he gasped frantically. 
"I can't wait any longer, I tell you!" He fought madly to reach the mouth of 
her hair-lined little vaginal slit with the tip of his penis, yet all the 
while Patty was squeezing and jerking at it with her hand in a desperate 
fight to save herself. Suddenly, he gave forth a harsh groan as though stuck 
with an arrow in his back, and she felt his prick expand and contract in her 
hand, and the helpless gasps of passion poured out of the boy. A hot, sticky 
fluid erupted thickly from his lustfully throbbing cock-head, splashing 
wetly against her naked buttocks and inner thighs, running down her legs to 
her shoes. "You did it! You jerked me off! Damn! Damn! Damn!" 

He seemed to collapse then, panting and sobbing as a child might. Patty 
turned around, saw his jumping penis as the last squirts of its wasting 
semen trickled out and onto the ground, and then she looked at the white 
liquid covering on her legs, and she felt the moisture of it on her 
backsides. But she couldn't touch it, couldn't do anything but stare at the 
drying cum which was before her, and at the boy's slowly deflating penis 
glistening wetly in the moonlight. 

In her mortification, all she could think of saying was: "Take me back to 
the hotel, Larry. Please." 

"Oh, Jesus, Patty, I'm sorry, Larry said. "I.. . 

I don't know what came over me." 

"It's all right. It ... it was as much my fault as yours," the teenager said 
dully. She should have done more, she chastised herself mentally; she should 
have controlled the situation by walking away from the couple-who were still 
moaning and writhing in the back seat of the car-and this would have never 
happened. She felt soiled and humiliated beyond endurance, and she couldn't 
understand what had possessed her, much less what had happened to Larry. But 
Larry was a man, and it was to be expected-she was a girl, and for her there 
was no excuse. She only wanted to be alone and have a chance to think. "Just 
take me back to the hotel. Or I'll walk. Honest, I will." 

Larry Jensen sighed, realizing that he'd blown his chances by being over 
eager and too insistent. That made him want this sweet little cherry all the 
more, and in a false display of chagrin and remorse, he pulled his shorts 
and trousers back in place, zipped them up, and said mournfully: "Yeah, 
Patty. I guess you're right. You'll never want to see me again, I can tell." 

"I didn't say that, Larry." 

"Then ... you do?" 

"I ... don't know, Larry, I just can't say. I don't hate you, but after 
what's happened-" 

"It happened, that's all, Patty. We both got carried away, that's all." 

Patty thought about it for a few moments as they walked away, still 
uncomfortable from the drying male sperm on her legs, but not willing to 
even pick up her wet and stained panties and wipe the moisture from her 
skin. She felt that he was telling the truth, and in spite of all that had 
taken place, she had a gnawing desire to see him again. 

"Tomorrow," he urged, holding the door to his small car for her. 

"All right, Larry, we'll talk about it tomorrow, at the hotel. But take me 
there now!" 

"Sure, Patty," the boy said, grinning. There'd be another time, another 
chance...."Sure, anything you say!" 

 CHAPTER 4 

The young, teenage girl, still shaken from her close call at losing her 
virginity, told her date good-night when the elevator reached her floor. It 
was still early in the night, but she was exhausted mentally and physically 
and all she wanted to do was go to bed. Alone. 

Larry had tried to talk her out of going home right away, saying that once 
they were back at the Phoenix, they could have a drink in the Can Juan Bar 
or go up to his room-which, he told her, was 504, on the other side of the 
hotel from hers-but she'd persevered and he let her off after she'd promised 
once again to see him the next day at the pool. She had nearly been raped 
while witnessing the perversions of two unknown people, had seen her first 
erect male penis, and had been ejaculated upon-she was hurt and confused 
from it all, but she knew that it had only been an explosion of the moment 
and nothing to permanently get upset about. But the thing which made her 
shudder with anguish was her own loss of control. It had taken everything 
she had had to stop herself, and she wanted more than anything a chance to 
examine what had happened in the light of her own feelings so that next time 
she was with Larry-or any other boy she was strongly attracted to-she could 
avoid the situation entirely. She trembled as she fitted the key in the 
room's door, the marijuana and sangria and champagne still filling her blood 
with tingling effervescence, still gripping her in a partial desire to go 
back to Larry and lose her hard-fought-for virginity on quaking impulse. 

She hoped that she had gotten all of Larry's hot, sticky semen off of her 
thighs and buttocks-she had wiped herself in the privacy of his car with a 
rag he kept there-and as she stepped in the living room, she wanted to find 
that her mother was asleep, that she wouldn't be caught like this and have 
to endure a lecture and quiz. But the lights in the room were all on, even 
though her mother was nowhere to be seen. Strange, Patty thought, frowning 
and brushing the front of her skirt reflexively. Very strange ... drinks on 
the table, not finished, and her mother's bikini lying on the floor, 
discarded in a rag-like heap. Then she caught the light from the crack of 
the bedroom door, which wasn't entirely closed, and she decided that her 
mother had gone to bed, possibly drunk. She took a deep breath and walked 
across to the bedroom, fearing the explanations she'd have to make as she 
undressed and got ready to go to sleep. 

A harsh male groan stopped her. It was a sound like the, man in the car! 
Then another, followed by her mother's slurred voice, too muffled to be 
distinct, but also reminding Patty of the couple she'd so recently seen. My 
God! What was going on in there! Her whole body tensed as she slowly pushed 
the bedroom door open, and inch at a time. The darkness hid the sight for a 
few seconds, but then her eyes accustomed themselves to the dimness, 
highlighted as it was by the spillage of light from the living room behind 
her. But the strange yet familiar sounds of heavy rushed breathing and 
squeaking springs continued unabated. And then Patty saw-and the horrified 
young girl sucked in her breath in a gasp of shock. There was a couple in 
there fucking! 

Patty was certain that she was going to faint! She wanted to rush in and 
tear them apart, and to claw and bite and scream until she drove them like 
the animals they were far, far apart. She tried to blot the scene from her 
eyes, but as before, she found herself frozen-only this time it was worse, a 
thousand times worse! That wan her mother in there! Not some unknown girl of 
doubtful morals, but her own mother! With a strange man she'd obviously 
picked up in the few short hours while Patty had been out! 

The foot of the swaying bed was pointed directly toward the door, affording 
the teenage girl an even better view-this time of sexual intercourse itself! 
She could see the stranger's thick, hard cock disappearing and reappearing 
with hard, desire-driven thrusts into her mother's hungrily swallowing 
vagina, while her mother's legs were splayed out wide on either side of his 
pumping body, kicking high and then folding back down over his driving 
buttocks to pull him tighter to him. Patty could see the tendons standing 
out on her mother's inner thighs, just as she had with the girl's thighs, 
but un-like before, the man's hands were cupping her naked white buttocks 
with savage strength that cut red, bloodless lines into the taut flesh. He 
squeezed the firmly rounded moons together mercilessly, forcing the walls of 
her mother's vagina closer around his rigidly impaling cock, and Patty could 
see the thinly parted pubic hairs as they grazed teasingly against the 
narrow, sperm-filled ridge that ran the length of the strange man's fleshy, 
moistly glistening shaft. 

The horrified girl shook her head, trying to clear the haze of alcohol and 
drugs which covered her mind. My God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle 
of unadulterated lust before-for while the pagan display between those 
people in the car and her own inexcusable actions were bad, this was actual 
fucking ... and by her own mother and a perfect stranger! She couldn't shake 
that one, shattering thought: her mother was everything her father had ever 
told her she was-a bitch! a slut! a nymphomaniac rolling over on her back 
with any gutter rat who could get a hard on! What a bunch of crap all her 
talk had been about never having been fucked by another man while married to 
Daddy! There she was, the hypocritical whore! Patty couldn't stand it, 
watching this awful, naked lusting! But she couldn't pull away, for while 
the other scene had temporarily hypnotized the young girl, this sight 
totally ruptured every sinew of her mind, breaking through the crust of her 
immature control, and she found herself listening and staring at the 
depravity with that same light-feathered quivering beginning in her stomach 
and loins. 

It was almost as if ... as if she was being excited by seeing her own mother 
getting fucked half senseless! God, oh God ... the girl kept repeating 
inside her brain ... What's happening to me? 

Then the man stopped his powerful lunges and laughed his wicked laugh again. 
"Say it," he demanded of the mother. "Say that you want me to fuck you!" 

"I did, Bret! I did it before!" 

"Say it again! Beg for my cock to cum inside you!" 

"Yes! Yes, shoot it up inside me and fill me up! Fuck me, Bret!" 

Patty watched in horrified fascination at the gleaming expanse of penis 
which throbbed lasciviously in the dimness, at the way her mother lurched 
and rolled for more of it inside her cunt, and then she saw as the man-she 
now knew his name to be Bret-as he sunk his blue-veined penis once more into 
her mother, and the woman emit a low, almost painful wail that made the 
young horror-stricken daughter wince from the harsh force it echoed. And as 
she continued to watch her mother being fucked mercilessly, the last 
vestiges of control which had prevented her from losing her virginity with 
Larry Jensen melted away, for as she watched wide-eyed, she was 
subconsciously identifying with her mother, and she could empathetically 
feel each surge of the man's penis as if it were in her own desire inflamed 
pussy, and when her mother moaned and writhed, goose bumps rippled across 
Patty's now heaving breasts, making her nipples distend and ache. 

Her right hand slid down along her trembling body, down the flat plane of 
her stomach to her skirt, then up underneath to where-the honey-colored 
curls of her moistly throbbing pussy were tingling with uncontrollable 
excitement, and unable to contain herself, she placed her other hand on her 
breast, rubbing her thumb and forefinger gently around the bra-encased 
nipple as Larry had done. Her own mewlings were unheard by her mother and 
the stranger as they thrashed on the bed in wild sexual abandonment. Patty 
gathered her skirt and slowly slid to the floor and sprawled on the carpet, 
her naked thighs and moist, pink cuntal hole exposed to the same soft light 
and cooling air as the nude lovers' flesh was. She splayed her legs wide and 
lowered her hand to her vaginal lips as she had done before, only this time 
she knew that she was sinning far more than any time in the past. She wasn't 
alone now, but was playing with herself while watching the salacious raping 
of her own mother's widespread vagina. 

Her mother placed her own hands on Bret's glistening, hollowing buttocks, 
her fingers spreading and whitening from the pressure of pulling him 
gluttonously to her, while below, her cunt flowered open in welcome 
acceptance. Small piteous pleas rolled from her lips, and Patty held her 
breath as she watched and heard, seeing that both her mother and the man 
were puffing wildly and small rivulets of sweat were streaming down both 
their bodies. 

Patty rubbed her pussy harder and harder, her fingers sliding in and out, 
teasing her hardened clitoris, and she felt wave after wave of consuming 
pleasure ripple through her. She dropped her left hand from her breast then, 
insinuating one, then two, then three fingers into her moist, vaginal tunnel 
for the first time ever, intent as she was staring at the wild, uninhibited 
sex act on the bed. "Ohhhhh!" 

"Yes, Vivian! Yes! I'm almost there, toooo!" 

Want to cum ... want to cum too ... the daughter's crazed mind chanted, 
imagining the man's lewdly grinding cock inside her. She heard an unearthly 
gurgle come from her mother's throat as the woman's buttocks slowed their 
wide scramble for completion and began small, spasmodic jerks up tight 
against the penis which was buried deep in her cunt. At the same time, the 
stranger groaned above her and thrust as hard as he could inside her belly, 
and Patty saw his testicles and loins throb with his release of milky white 
sperm. For the second time that night, the young teenager watched as creamy 
fluid cascaded around pink, smooth flesh, this time spewing from her 
mother's vaginal lips to run down the widespread crevice of her buttocks to 
the sheets below. And this time, her own climax was set off, and her vagina 
filled with her orgasmic secretions to the point of dribbling down her own 
wetly trembling pussy lips onto the rug below. She strained in her release 
until she thought her limbs would fall off, squeezing her cunt with both 
hands tightly over and over in spasming tempo. Then, drained and exhausted, 
the girl collapsed on the floor, breathing harshly. 

She peered through dull eyes and heard through ringing ears as she made out 
her mother and the man cradling each other in their naked arms, still 
oblivious in their aftermath that they were being spied upon. The man panted 
for his breath, as her mother whimpered and writhed uncontrollably beneath 
him. 

"You ... you want more, don't you?" he gasped at last. 

"Ohhhh, it felt so good, Bret. So damned good...." 

"Give ... give me a rest, and I'll be ready to go again." 

"Yes, yes ... Ohhhhh, I can't wait...." 

The lewd conversation jarred the young, shock-dazed daughter back to sanity, 
her own orgasm having temporarily released her from her driven desires. Her 
fingers froze between her legs and then she slowly removed them, her whole 
being whirling with shock and loathing. She stood, letting her skirt fall 
back to cover her shame, staring for a last time at the couple on the bed as 
they fell apart and cuddled one another, her mother fondling tenderly the 
man's now limp penis and his emptied sac of testicles while he sucked one 
large breast and played teasingly with her open cunt. Then she turned and 
fled, stifling a terrible cry of horror. She stumbled through tear-blinded 
eyes toward the door, feeling lost and soiled, and as the hall door swung 
silently shut behind her, she heard a loud, mocking shriek of laughter come 
from the direction of the bedroom. They were at it again, and would be the 
rest of the night, she was sure. 

Where could she go? What could she do now? She couldn't go back, ever 
again-she couldn't face her mother, not after having seen her being fucked 
half crazy by that man. And the remembrance of her own wicked reaction 
brought fresh tears to her eyes. What could she do? She'd left her purse on 
the table beside the drinks, and now she couldn't even get back in the room 
because the key was there. Not that she would have if she could-she vowed 
never, because her mother might catch her the next time and try to stop her, 
fill her full of more lies about sex and men. No, Patty had to think of 
something else. 

Larry! 

The thought came to her like a flash. He'd understand if anybody would. 
Maybe she could borrow enough money to fly back home to Daddy, or at least 
enough to phone him long distance! She wracked her memory for the room he'd 
said that he was in, then remembered-504. She punched the elevator button 
and impatiently waited for the car to arrive to take her up and away 
forever, feeling she owed her mother nothing, not even loyalty or love; 
Larry was the only thing she had left on this miserable island resort, in 
spite of his crudeness toward her that evening. She had to make him help 
her, for she knew somehow that the entire train of her life was changed now. 
Oh God, why did she have to catch her mother with that horrid man ? 
Nothing-nothing would ever be the same ever again! 

"Larry! Larry!" she yelled, pounding on the door of his room with tight, 
small fists. "Oh, please, Larry! Open up!" 

At first, there was no answer, and Patty had a terrible sinking sensation 
that her only hope wasn't there, that he'd gone out again. "Larry! Larry!" 
she cried out again, tears streaming down her cheeks and ruining the light 
make-up she'd applied before her date with him. 

"All right! All right! In a minute!" came a muffled reply from inside, and 
then she heard a shuffling of feet and a grumbling curse. The door opened 
and Larry Jensen stood in the entrance, blinking owlishly, his hair messed 
up and his face puffed with sleep. He was tightening the belt to a short, 
cotton bathrobe, his bare legs and feet sticking out from below. Patty's 
heart stopped for an instant, for she unconsciously knew that the boy was 
naked underneath as well, but then she swallowed, figuring that it didn't 
make any difference how he was dressed-he was there! 

"Patty!" the boy said, startled as he recognized the girl. 

"Oh, Larry, let me in," she babbled frantically. "You must!" 

"Sure, sure, but-" he frowned quizzically as he held the door open for her. 
"Are you sick? What's wrong?" he asked as he saw the anguish which was plain 
on the pretty teenager's face. "Did something happen between you and your 
mother?" 

She nodded convulsively, wringing her hands abjectly. "You've got to help 
me, Larry. I'm never going back to her. Never!" 

"Jesus!" Larry licked his lips, still confused and thick-headed from his 
sleep. He'd just dozed off, after a few more belts of liquor, when the 
girl's insistent rapping had interrupted his dreams. "Well ... well, sit 
down and tell me about it." 

Patty was about to, in a soft easy-chair next to the couch, when another 
voice called out from the bedroom. "Larry? Who the hell is it out there with 
you?" 

Patty sucked in his breath, looking with wide, trembling eyes at the boy, 
placing one hand across her mouth as she sucked in her breath. "Who--? " 

"That's my roommate," Larry said, jerking a thumb in the direction of the 
bedroom. "Claude and me, we go on vacations together. Saves money, and you 
know," he added with a shrug. 

More fun that way. We do ... lots of things together." He smirked faintly, 
but the nuance passed by the girl, as upset as she was at the moment. 

"Larry!" the man's voice was more insistent. "If it's a chick, don't hog her 
to yourself. Introduce me!" 

"Right, Claude." He grinned at Patty as he said to his friend, "It's the 
girl I was telling you about. Patty Stalker, from 211." 

"Oh, her!" Claude responded in an odd tone. 

"C'mon," Larry said to Patty, "I guess I forgot to mention Claude earlier, 
but let's make up for that. Then you can tell us what the matter is. Okay?" 

"I ... I can't do that, Larry! Not with your friend there!" Patty blushed, 
embarrassed at the thought of even confiding to Larry, though she knew she'd 
probably have to in order for him to help her. "It's ... it's too awful!" 

"Nonsense," the boy argued, taking her hand. "Claude is. my best friend, I 
tell you. No secrets between us, and if you need help, he's got a good brain 
for figuring out ways of doing things. All sorts of things." He urged' her 
toward the bedroom. "Claude can't come out here, as he doesn't have a 
bathrobe like I have. You'll have to meet him in there." He grinned, seeing 
the girl's reluctance. "C'mon, Patty. He won't bite. Much." 

The bedroom was exactly like the one in 211, only smaller and not quite as 
imagine in its decor. 

There were two single beds, a small nightstand and lamp between them; the 
lamp was on, and a husky, squat boy was sitting up in the bed, sheets 
covering him from the waist down. He was naked above, and Patty shivered as 
she saw his tanned chest with its mass of dark, curly hair that covered it, 
and the pug-like face which was grinning widely at her, with its flat, 
broken nose and lumpy ears and melon cheeks and tiny, pig-like eyes. Claude 
reminded her in that split second of introduction as a hairy boar. 

"So this is little Miss Stalker, is it," the boy called Claude chuckled, and 
Patty saw his upper lip curl and a tightness started in her throat. He 
seemed to be staring at her hungrily, she thought, as if he was tearing her 
clothes off on the spot, and suddenly she felt cold and vulnerable as well, 
the tightness spreading downward, constricting the muscles of her stomach. 
"Well, well, you sure are lovely, Miss Stalker," Claude complimented her, 
but somehow his words took on a dirty, ugly meaning. 

"She's in some kind of mess, Claude," Larry told him. "Maybe we can help 
her." 

"Yeah ... maybe we can." His small eyes seemed to sparkle, and his thick 
rubbery lips glistened as he ran a wet, pink tongue over them. "Maybe we 
can." 

"Patty? You want to tell us now?" Larry asked, still gripping her arm. 

The teenager took one more look at Claude sitting in the bed, and suddenly 
she couldn't blurt out the truth, not in front of this perfect stranger. "No 
... no, I made a mistake, Larry," she said hastily. "I ... shouldn't have 
bothered you. I'm sorry. I-" 

"Don't be stupid, Patty. We want to help you, don't we, Claude?" 

"Sure," the other boy breathed huskily. "Always want to help a nice girl 
like you...." His voice took on a sinister quality. 

"No, please ... let me go. Please let me go!" A rising fear gripped her, 
though she wasn't sure why she suddenly felt threatened. 

"Don't hold out, baby," Larry said in a soothing tone, his grip firming on 
her arm. "Who else besides us is there? You're all alone on Majorca, and 
you're going to have to tell someone. Trust us, baby." 

Patty glanced at Larry, saw his cold grin, and shuddered. But he was right, 
she was all alone now that she'd left her mother, and the boys said they 
would help her. ... Even if they wouldn't, she could leave afterwards, 
having lost nothing except a little more pride perhaps. 

"Well. . . ? " Larry grunted. 

"I ... don't know how to start ... it was all so horrible. ... After we said 
good-night, Larry, I went in, but Mother wasn't in the living room, though 
the lights were on ... I heard a noise in the bedroom, then...." 

The shaken teenage girl went on in a dull, flat tone, telling the whole 
sordid story from the beginning, endeavoring to skip over the part where 
she'd masturbated. She noticed as the boys' red-rimmed eyes grew more beady 
with obvious sexual excitement as she talked. Finally, she finished, and 
hanging her head so that she would not have to look at the burning eyes 
probing to her very soul, she waited for them to speak. 

"So ... that's the story, eh?" Larry asked. 

"Yes. I want to go home to Daddy." 

"She wants to go home to Daddy," Larry said in a mocking tone. 

"And just because she saw her mother being fucked shitless by some guy," 
Claude added. 

"Don't talk like that!" Patty said, flaming with indignation. 

"Fuck," Claude sneered. "And shit and cunt and cock and balls." 

"LL a r r y," she moaned. "You understand, don't you?" 

"Sure, baby, sure I do." And then he snickered lewdly. "But like Claude 
says, you gotta call it as you sees it, and you saw your old lady fucking. 
Not that I can figure why you're so het up and mad about it." 

"She's my mother!" Patty almost screamed, feeling she was losing contact 
with reality with the way the conversation was going. "She was like some 
rutting animal in there with that man!" 

"More like she was a woman, I'd say," Larry replied. "She was having a great 
time and not hurting anybody-except you, and she didn't know you were there. 
What the hell, sex is good clean fun. Why shouldn't your mother let that guy 
fuck her?" 

"Of all the sick things to say!" Patty cried. "I never-" 

"I know you've never, baby," Larry cackled, "and that's why you're so mad at 
her. You're the one who doesn't understand, and I'm sort of surprised, 
Patty, because we're the kids who live in the free generation. We picket and 
demonstrate and fight the cops for freedom, right? Well, why shouldn't we be 
free inside as well as out?" 

"like my mother, you mean," Patty snapped. 

"Well, I don't know about her, because she's of the generation which thinks 
sex is dirty. She's probably got lots of problems, and after being fucked, 
beats her breasts and cries over it." 

"Stop it, Larry! Stop talking this way!" She pressed her hands over her 
ears, her mind spinning with confusion. "I tell you, I saw her, and it was 
the most terrible thing I've ever seen in my life!" 

"Sure it was," Claude snickered from the bed. "That's why you stood and 
watched for so long, isn't it?" He laughed lasciviously at the girl. "Cut 
the crap, will you? You got a great big kick out of watching her and the man 
fucking there, didn't you?" 

"No," the young teenager answered too quickly. "I was sickened." 

"Afterwards, maybe," Larry said. "But Claude's right. It's exciting to see 
other people fucking, Patty. That's why you got so hot this evening, when 
you were staring at that couple sucking each other." 

"Larry!" she gasped, blushing. "You didn't tell-" 

"Claude's my best friend, Patty," Larry said. "Sure I told him." 

"Oh no ... Oh no...." she moaned, dazed and confused. He and Claude were 
wrong ... or were they? She had been excited by watching her mother and that 
man, just as she'd been excited earlier, but this went against every 
ingrained ethic her darling Father had ever taught her. Oh, God, she didn't 
know what to do, what to think; the vast, boiling anger toward her mother 
was subsiding a little, caught as she was in this new situation, but she 
still felt bitter and resentful toward her. She wasn't going back there to 
live, she knew that ... but that was all she knew. "Don't ... don't talk 
about it anymore, please," she begged, feeling the onset of new tears. "Just 
help me, will you?" 

"Do you think we can help her, Claude?" 

The other boy put his hands behind his head and stretched back, grinning 
suggestively at the girl. "I dunno," he smirked. "I guess we could. That is, 
if she will help us." 

"Wh ... what do you mean?" she asked hesitantly. 

Larry smiled, his fingers tightening on her arm. "Aw, c'mon, Patty, you're 
smarter than that." 

The young girl's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had just turned 
over. She got the meaning all right. There was the little question regarding 
what they had in mind, only what was to happen should she be agreeable. 
Still, she sought to play naive. "If ... if I help you, as you put it ... 
what happens afterwards?" 

"You can stay here with us or phone your Daddy, or anything you want. We'll 
take care of the money you spend. Deal?" 

Patty felt her mouth twisting into a harsh smile of bitterness. The ghastly 
truth that she was being asked to bargain her virginity for freedom from her 
mother seemed inconceivable to her, yet it was happening. Coming to Larry 
had been the worst mistake of her life, and now she had to figure a way of 
getting out of his clutches before he used brutal force to have his fun with 
her. And he'd said "we," which meant that his horrible friend, Claude, would 
also want to join in on the ravishment of her defenseless body. Suddenly she 
felt nauseous, as vivid memories of Bret's huge cock slithering in and out 
of her mother's cunt flooded her mind, for Claude was the counterpart of 
that man. Momentarily she feared that she was going to be sick, the blood 
draining from her face. 

"No ... no ... no...." she whimpered in futile protest. 

"She doesn't want to help us, Larry," Claude said. "I guess we'll just have 
to convince her it's the right way of doing things, eh?" Suddenly he jerked 
back the sheet which had been covering his loins, and Patty's face contorted 
in horror at the long, thick, glistening cock that sprang up in full sight 
from between his legs. It was monstrous and webbed all along the underside 
with heavy, throbbing veins, giving grim advance warning of the lustful 
state he had worked himself up to listening to her. Her eyes trailed a slow 
path along his torso, up to his face, a piteous and useless plea nestled in 
them, pleading for mercy. There Was none. Nothing but a cold and unyielding 
face stared back at her. She turned away, and sucked in her breath, for 
Larry had dropped his robe to the floor now, too, and was similarly standing 
with his penis straight out in fevered erection, a droplet of emission 
already forming at the eye of his cock-head. She gaped in transfixed horror 
at the projecting rod of flesh she so well remembered. 

"It can't be! It just can't!" Patty whined, shaking her head in utter 
disbelief. "Wh-what are you two going to do...? " she heard herself ask 
foolishly. 

Snickers and thin, lewd smiles came at her for answer, while she stared 
incredulously at the grinning, expectant faces, one to the other, as Larry 
and Claude obscenely stroked their lust-hardened penises and advanced on 
her. 

"I'll ... I'll scream if you touch me," she warned hysterically. 

"Go ahead, scream all you want. The walls are thick and the Spanish are used 
to tourists making strange noises at night." Larry chuckled. "You want to 
take your clothes off by yourself, or you want us to for you?" Patty read 
the obvious enjoyment he was deriving from the brutal torment he was 
subjecting her to. 

The teenager was wild with fear, the lingering effect of the alcohol and 
marijuana not protecting her mind from the horrid truth of what was 
happening to her. 

She was going to be raped! 

Raped by two vicious boys who thought and acted like animals, with no 
thought or care for her as a human being. Her buttocks quivered convulsively 
from the terrifying thought of what her fate would surely be in a few short 
minutes, for there was nothing in the world that could save her. Her fate 
had been sealed the moment she saw the first stream of light from under her 
mother's bedroom door, and there was no way of turning back now. 

 CHAPTER 5 

Patty leaped for the door, her body and still partially drugged brain 
reacting to one last desperate bid for escape. She lunged, but Larry caught 
her easily, holding her while she struggled feebly. She cringed away from 
him in utter revulsion, the poignant smell of his nakedly perspiring body 
nearly nauseating her. 

"Get her goddamned clothes off!" Claude snarled from the bed. 

"I get to fuck her first!" Larry said. 

"Fine, because I'll fuck her in the mouth!" 

"I told you I was sorry about tonight, Patty," Larry spit viciously, "but 
the only thing I'm really sorry about is that you stopped me from fucking 
you earlier. Well, I ain't going to be so nice about it this time...." He 
began to pull at her clothes and Claude's voice warned him to be careful and 
not to rip anything in case she complained about it later. "Remember, she's 
doing this of her own accord, right? Don't want no Guardia Civil nosing our 
way...." 

Weakly, Patty rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, and then, 
Larry's hands began to paw at her breasts, buttocks and loins, obscenely 
stripping her blouse and skirt from her. Dear God, there was nothing she 
could do! She was helpless and outnumbered, alone and completely at their 
mercy to do with as they wished, as rough hands forced her back on the bed, 
pulling her legs from beneath her until she was lying flat on her back with 
both Larry and Claude holding her down, each with an arm and a leg, so that 
she was spread-eagled before them. Then Larry let go and clambered on the 
bed, standing brazenly over her, looking down with his hands on his hips, 
his hefty, erect cock hovering menacingly, his hairy, sperm-swollen sac of 
testicles hanging like heavy gourds at its base. 

"There," he said. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Now, you just let yourself go 
a little, like the gal back in the car when that hungry bastard was licking 
her cunt. Remember how she wriggled and groaned, pulling her legs way back 
and shoving her pussy up into his face, so he could run his tongue right up 
through her slit?" 

Patty watched wild-eyed as he bent over her then, drinking in her naked 
loveliness, his lust-twisted face unbelievably cruel. She could barely 
breathe as Claude still held her trapped, the wafts of air she could suck in 
her tortured lungs pungent with male odor. Then she froze in terror as the 
boy she'd trusted slowly dropped to his knees between her wide-spread 
thighs, his lickerish eyes feasting on the vision of her golden, 
fleece-covered vagina. As his head moved forward to her tender, untouched 
young cunt, the realization of what he was going to do struck her, and she 
made a muffled groan against it. "No ... not that ... No...! " 

"Go ahead, Larry," Claude urged breathlessly. "Can't you see how bad she 
wants it? Go on! Lick her goddamned cunt!" 

A convulsive spasm jerked her thigh and stomach muscles as she felt his warm 
wet lips pressing into the soft naked flesh of her belly. She tried to 
cringe from the boy's touch, but his sudden wet contact sent an unwanted 
chill racing the length of her spine. Then she sensed the moistly teasing 
tongue tracing downward to the triangle at the juncture of her thighs, and 
the spreading of her soft blonde pubic hair with his thumbs as his tongue 
laced snake-like into the moist, tight slit of her cunt. A shudder rippled 
through her at the electrifying union of his thick tongue and her clitoris. 
Roughly he clamped his sweating palms against the tender insides of her 
thighs as he opened her vaginal slit wider to him, and she forced her head 
up, her eyes open wide in abject terror to look down and see him hunched on 
all fours down between her wide-stretched legs, grinning up at her between 
her proud, upstanding breasts like a beast of prey pouncing on its helpless 
victim and devouring it in savage feast. The pink flesh of her nakedly 
trembling vagina was presented to the boy in defenseless sacrifice, her 
humiliation complete as she watched his tongue slowly circle his lips in 
nervous preparation for the ravishment which was about to take place. 

Again, he placed his palms flat against the insides of her thighs, his 
thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt as with torturingly 
slow outward movement he drew the ragged pink lips apart, exposing the wet, 
pink valley between her helplessly aching legs to the mercy of him and the 
lascivious gaze of his friend, Claude. Claude oohed and aahed and harshly 
sucked in his breath as he stared over her at her defenselessly palpitating 
vagina, and then with an animal-like groan, Larry dropped his head and 
buried the full length of his long slippery tongue into the softly tingling 
walls of her wide-splayed pussy. 

The young virgin convulsed, a shivering moan escaping from deep in her 
chest. Her buttocks ground hard down into the bedspread, as she endeavored 
to escape the shaggy-haired youth's attack, but with a maddening suck of his 
lips, he drew the tiny, erect clitoris wetly into his hot, wet mouth and 
nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth until she cried out in 
spontaneous reaction. 

Patty whimpered wildly under his depraved assault, her head still raised, 
watching in horrified fascination this nightmare that was actually happening 
to her as the boy's head rocked up and down in greedy delight between her 
nakedly-spread legs below. It can't be! It can't be! she thought to herself 
again, groaning over and over in open mortification, her face falling back 
down on the mattress and her hair flailing from side to side on the coverlet 
while his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of 
her cunt. Yet, in spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrid things 
being done to her defenseless genitals, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure 
began to purl deep down in her belly and her firm round breasts jiggled 
sensuously from the buffeting her lower body was undergoing. The alcohol and 
marijuana, stilling momentarily in her system by the shocks she'd undergone 
in the last few hours were only banked coals ready to burst her body into 
sexual flame again, and the whirlpools of sensations coursing through her 
from Larry's manipulations were fanning those coals into red-hot 
conflagration. 

She tried to fight back with all of her strength. Dear God, she must not 
succumb as she had when seeing her mother and that man nakedly fucking on 
the bed-she must not let her body betray her again! She mustn't! 

But suddenly, without warning, the hungrily sucking boy's tongue snaked 
forward and burrowed up into her virginal pussy like her fingers had 
earlier, and a lewdly rising pleasure spiraled crazily up her spine to the 
base of her skull where it shattered in a cascade of wild, scintillating 
explosions, the hot meteors raining down and taunting her whole being. Her 
body jerked involuntarily upwards, burying Larry's tongue and mouth deeper 
up between her open thighs, for fire was rapidly replacing fear ... what was 
happening to her? She had come alive as never before, and demons danced 
wickedly along the inner softnesses of her thighs in wicked freedom as her 
buttocks undulated desperately into the bed beneath her. She frantically 
tried to quell the searing hot lashes of flame licking maddeningly at her 
naked, quivering torso, but her pleas to Larry, Claude, and God above were 
futile. The aphrodisiac qualities of the marijuana and the inhibitional 
deadening qualities of the liquor surged ever stronger about the pink, wetly 
trembling lips of her naked vagina! 

"Fuck her, dammit!" Claude ordered harshly. "Jesus, I can't stand it, you 
down there like that! Fuck her now, Larry!" 

And then Larry's mouth left her open cunt and slid up over her trembling 
belly, his penis moving along the inside of her legs as his naked body moved 
upwards to her face. He ground his tongue for a moment into her navel, 
raising soft mewls and gasps from her now opened mouth, and again, she 
sought to fight back, but it was as if she was paralyzed. He moved higher, 
and she sucked in her breath as his moist lips fastened tightly on an 
excitedly erected nipple and began a gentle sucking pressure on it. His 
hands eased over the firmness of her belly and thighs, brushing the soft 
velvety pubic hair, now wet and matted from his saliva and her unwanted 
secretions, until she prickled between her legs and gasped in delight. His 
fingers plied the tender lips of her vagina open as his mouth had, and she 
groaned, unable to contain herself as she writhed helplessly down into the 
mattress from his touch, trying to protest in words that would not come as 
his mouth continued to play and tease maddeningly around her heaving 
breasts, moving from one to another, his tongue trailing wetly through the 
narrow fleshy valley between them. Then the boy between her legs inched 
still higher and his lips and tongue kissed her shoulders, sending telltale 
goose bumps of inner reaction racing over her flesh, and she knew that she 
must fight back, but didn't know how. 

Then Larry, grunting his reply to his friend, forced his hard, thick prick 
between her thighs and forced her legs wider out on the bed as he guided his 
hard rubbery shaft forward and parted the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. 
Patty tossed her head, closing her eyes with a shudder of horror and 
humiliation as she felt its first electric contact against the sensitive, 
ragged edges of her involuntarily flowing pussy, holding her breath for what 
seemed to be an eternity, petrified in her abject subjugation to the boys' 
every whim. 

"Ohhhh, noooo! I don't want you to ... I don't want-" she gasped suddenly as 
she felt the hard pressure against the tight elastic opening of her 
helplessly exposed little pussy as he pushed. "Agggg!" she cried out as the 
tip of his slippery cock-head stretched cruelly the tiny resilient passage, 
and she felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost 
unbearable pressure. 

"Ohhhh, God, nooo!" she screamed. "You're hurting me! You're hurting me!" 
She jerked her eyes open and saw the sadistically excited grins of both 
boys, especially of Larry, who was above her, his teeth flashing weirdly in 
the light. Dear God, he was killing her, and he was reveling in it, 
relishing the sight of her suffering beneath the torment of his slow, 
relentless penetration into her young virginal pussy. Then another, more 
strange, grin twisted his face, a contortion of sheer raw lust, as if he 
could barely stand it any longer, this debauched sight of her innocent young 
body naked and spread wide beneath him, the head of his young, lustfully 
virile cock disappearing into the soft blonde curls of her pain-wracked 
cunt. 

"Jeez," he grimaced, "you're tight! Oh, I've got to fuck you now, or I'll 
cum all over your cunt like before!" 

He came down heavily upon her then, his weight crushing her breasts against 
her chest as he thrust his hips forward with an insanely inspired motion. 
His long, sleek cock rammed into her cunt with a battering fury, pushing the 
soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in pressured waves before it, and 
there was no stopping him until with a loud groan, his balls slapped heavily 
into the inner cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks. 

"Oh God! Oh God!" the younger teenage girl wailed beneath him. She had never 
been entered before by anything larger than a finger, and that only an hour 
or so earlier-and now she was filled to the bursting point in one, savage 
lunge! Her vaginal passage felt as if his plunging cock had ripped it into a 
thousand tiny shreds, for he had thrust into her without mercy or thought of 
injury, the lust-hardened head of his cock shattering her hymen as if it 
were tissue paper. And now his prick lay sunk deep in her belly, filling her 
insides with living fire, and there wasn't one small ridge of his hard flesh 
that she could not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft, tender walls 
of her cunt; Larry's penis was a thundering weapon enclosed in the warm 
sheath of her no longer virginal cunt like a sword driven deep into an 
enemy's naked bowels. 

He lay immobile for a moment, his face directly above hers. Patty, too, 
remained immobile, afraid to stir for fear of the agony it would cause. 
Silence, except for their labored breathing and the slobbering hissing of 
the other boy, Claude, as he watched enraptured, hung in the air for a long 
interval-then the girl felt a throb from deep within her, the breadth and 
length of his penis jerking as he flexed it inside her pain-seared vagina. 

"Agggg," she grunted breathlessly, her face twisting in pained contortion 
with the shooting torture. 

"That's a right tight little pussy, all right," Claude harped with an 
excited snicker. 

"But I'm going to stretch it out for her," Larry grunted in answer, looking 
down at her straining features and unwilling to leave even a tiny spark of 
pride left in the proud little teenager. "I'll leave my mark on her so 
she'll never forget the guy who got her precious little cherry!" 

And then clamping his mouth wetly over hers, he began a slow rocking motion 
between her thighs. The agony was like hundreds of poison darts stabbing her 
naked, sensitive flesh, wounding her soft, inflamed cuntal passage as his 
movement widened the tight narrowness of her innocent vagina with each 
short, smooth stroke he took, and she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath 
him. So this was what fucking was like, her mind told her wretchedly. This 
was what a man's penis inside feels like ... How could anybody want it, much 
less go crazy for it, like my mother does? 

But her body was as if severed from her anguished brain, for as the boy 
continued to pump delightedly into her tightly squeezing vaginal flesh, lewd 
flames of desire began sparking through her blood in involuntary reaction, 
and she wilted under the influence, losing her last will to fight. She 
realized in sudden horror, that in spite of the repugnance and humiliation 
she felt in her head, she was surrendering totally to this maniacal boy 
fucking her up between her open legs. The mere thought sent obscene chills 
of lewd sensation running along the base of her spine as she responded 
unwantedly to the slow, methodical rhythm of young Larry Jensen's cock 
skewering relentlessly into her now open little belly. 

The muscles and sinews of her legs and torso began to twist and writhe 
beneath him and she groaned incessantly up into the moisture of his mouth, 
shoving her tongue with an abrupt abandonment deep into his throat as faint 
mewls of servile acceptance raised deep from her throat in lascivious 
torrents. Her face was wrung with passion, her mouth open wide, her neck 
straining, her nostrils flaring as a light sweat burst out onto her forehead 
under the now disheveled ash-blonde hair. She subconsciously flexed and 
relaxed the naked curves of her moving buttocks as Jensen slipped his hands 
back and cupped them harshly, thrusting up into her now gratefully accepting 
cunt with greater frenzy, and she pulled her thighs back a little more, the 
moist wet hole of her pussy opening wider to receive his cock to greater and 
greater depths. 

The maddening pain was easing now, and her legs on either side of his 
impaling shaft of flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled response, 
and she closed her eyes again, slavering her tongue up into his young mouth, 
low hums of pleasure rumbling in her chest and belly. She felt the cords in 
her neck and thighs stand out hard and tense, and she mentally pictured him 
fucking her, seeing in her mind's eye the similarity between them and the 
muscles she'd viewed on that stranger who had been fucking her mother, and 
that made her writhe and squirm under the boy with a renewed fervency of 
feeling. There was no longer any conscious thought but the beginning delight 
she was starting to experience, and the morbid sensation of being beneath 
this young rapist who was fucking her against her will while his friend 
stood by and watched. 

Jensen slaved above her, prodded on by the wild urgings of his insanely 
aroused roommate, and he moved with longer and harder strokes that drew his 
cock nearly out of her now hotly clasping young vagina on the backstroke, 
only to plunge forward again into her uptilted buttocks until he felt the 
harsh slap of his testicles against the exposed crevice of her anus. He 
traced his fingers down the smoothly rounded moons of her backside until he 
found the small, puckered rectal hole nestled defensively below, and he 
wormed his middle finger in through the tight ring with a sudden, quick 
movement, feeling the soft, rubbery flesh yielding reluctantly to his 
assault. 

Oh God, it hurt! Patty gasped and then held her breath as the boy thrust 
harder, this time, as he mercilessly outraged her defenseless little anus. 
But he gave no quarter, even as she cried out her pain, working his finger 
lewdly around inside, stretching the rectum wider and wider as he ground his 
hardened cock ever deeper into her upturned vagina. She made guttural noises 
in her chest, whimpers of pain hissing through her tightly clenched teeth, 
but then these slowly subsided to greater and greater moans of hedonistic 
pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the unnatural 
invasion--just as her virginal cunt had moments before. 

Then, Larry smiled a cocky grin of triumph down into her desire-contorted 
face and dropped his lips to her again, shoving his tongue deeply into her 
now excitedly sucking mouth as she began to skewer her own cunt and rectum 
shamelessly back against his finger and penis. He probed her depths 
methodically with all three of his sensual members, sending new charges of 
obscene delight shivering through her. Oh, God, she was incredibly impaled, 
she thought helplessly, between his stone-hard penis throbbing in her 
vibrant cunt and his finger shoved tightly in her ass-hole, and his tongue 
deep in her mouth-and the thought raised further moanings from her as she 
twisted and squealed wantonly under this triple ravishment of her naked, now 
totally surrendered young flesh. 

Again, he quickened his stroke, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and 
deep, his cock boring up against the hidden, unexplored recesses of her 
womb. She was a mass of exquisite fire, and her loins blazed at her mind, 
overpowering all thought other than that of the magnificent pressure 
building inside of her. She was vaguely aware now of the hands of the other 
boy who had been watching running over her like firebrands, and of his wetly 
slavering lips and the hot friction of his body as he swarmed over her as 
well, panting and mewling his own demands as Larry Jensen fucked her from 
above. This was it! Somehow, she never thought it would happen to her and 
only a few hours ago, with 

Larry, she'd denied herself this sublime heaven! Oh, God, she'd been so 
wrong! She'd been wrong about everything! She panted and writhed wildly now, 
hearing both of the boys as they breathed harshly and hotly. Larry's cock 
was a huge, unrelenting beast raging and taunting her, making her tingle 
from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, and it was a dream ... a 
wonderful, lovely dream! Oh, it was beautiful.. . ! 

Claude could take no more of the lascivious view before him. He wanted to 
join in before they came, had to join in before his balls exploded from the 
boiling swirl of male sperm which was built up in them. With quick, 
trembling motions, he scooted up to where Larry and Patty were kissing, and 
getting down on all fours, he hissed: "Stop kissing her, Larry, and give me 
a little room! I want her to suck my cock now!" 

Larry immediately moved a little to one side, allowing his friend access to 
the lovely teenager's passionately gaping mouth. Share and share alike, that 
was their motto, and by damned Claude had been good enough to share his 
women when he had them-anyway, the more the merrier was how Larry looked at 
things, especially sex. "Go to it, Claude!" he said as he rose to a push-up 
position above her. 

The other boy placed both legs over her straining body, positioning himself 
with his buttocks above her breasts, his knees snug into her armpits, his 
lustfully throbbing penis dangling above her face. 

"Now ... it's my turn, honey," he croaked down at the girl. Claude took her 
head between his hands firmly and maneuvered it so that her mouth was level 
with the blunt head of his cock. "Suck it, you little bitch! Suck it good!" 

Ripples of horror skyrocketed through Patty's flesh as she stared at the 
kneeling boy and his lust-swollen penis, and she wanted to cry and gag as it 
jerked toward her mouth like some large evil python snaking out from a dark 
lair of thick, curly hair. 

"Suck it, I said!" Claude yelled, unable to contain himself a moment longer. 
He'd tried to wait until Larry signaled him, but the sounds and sights of 
their wet, rhythmic fucking noises had worked his pulsing cock to where 
nothing but those tender young virgin lips around it would satisfy. He 
flexed his buttocks, the slippery head of his penis leaving a wet trail 
across Patty's smooth, flushed cheek and chin, and then with impatience, he 
used his fingers to pry her clenched teeth apart, his cock jumping to slide 
along her lipstick-covered lips. "Suck!" 

At first, the deeply impaled young teenager did the normal thing and 
struggled, rolling her head from side to side in an effort to avoid taking 
the boy's cock in her mouth, but it was hopeless. Claude had her in too 
strong a grip, and Larry was assaulting her vagina and rectum still harder 
now, twisting his finger around in her rectum, stretching it until the pain 
in her back passage blended with the powerful pleasures coursing through her 
hotly clasping pussy. She let her mouth slack open memorably as the flames 
of her pleasurable sensations licked at her soul, and Claude plunged his 
desire-hardened cock all the way down into her vainly resisting throat. 

Patty gagged as the excitedly grinning boy rammed his penis to the back of 
her mouth almost gagging her, her roundly ovaled lips brushing the short, 
wiry hair of his young pelvis, his testicles slapping against her 
saliva-moistened chin. She fought for breath, managing to catch it on the 
out-stroke of his monstrous assault. 

Oh, God help me the teenage girl groaned inwardly as the two boys pummeled 
her lust-driven body back and forth between them, and then once again, the 
mental vision of her helplessness, the thought of them buffeting her 
mercilessly this way, strangely incited her passions to a higher plane. The 
desire deep inside her belly, incited by the alcohol and drugs she'd taken, 
became a rabid torrent and she ground her buttocks lewdly up beneath her in 
a teasing circular motion, constricting with her cunt muscles the hot, 
fleshy penis pumping into her, squeezing back with her rectal muscles the 
burrowing finger in her anus. She wanted to exploit everything to the 
fullest, for suddenly, nothing mattered but the sweet agony of the lovely 
swirling sensations shattering every inch of her naked flesh. A strange, 
masochistic madness possessed her as she lay helpless beneath Larry's 
hard-driving cock fucking into her cunt and his finger worming back between 
and into her open buttocks in a wild abandonment as she writhed and bucked 
beneath them, using the whole of her body and mouth as a welcome receptacle 
for their obscene, crazed lust. 

"Milk my balls!" Claude rasped down at her. "Take them gentle-like, and 
suck, baby, suck!" 

Patty cupped his dangling, semen-filled testicles and sucked demon-like, not 
because he had ordered her to, but because she couldn't resist it. Her head 
bobbed up and down his turgid penis like a machine, the sadistic joy of 
being so whorishly used permeating her body in tingling submissiveness. She 
mewled out around her lips which were locked tightly around his throbbing 
cock as it slid in and out, and she knew that at any moment he was going to 
pump his lewd white sperm into her mouth until it ran from the edges of her 
lips in thin white rivulets-and instead of the revulsion at the idea, as she 
had experienced before when seeing the cum spurting from Larry's penis or 
the warm male liquid which had inundated her mother's cunt and spilled out 
onto the bed, she thought of it as the most wonderful thing which could 
happen in the whole world! 

She wanted to be saturated in sticky white sperm, until it spluttered out of 
her flooded cunt to dribble down her already thickly covered thighs, and 
wanted to grovel in it, swallow it until her whole body was as filled as her 
pussy! She wanted to stretch her body, and she sucked insatiably at the hard 
prick in her mouth, swirling her tongue hungrily over the first cock she'd 
ever tasted, thrusting her loins back against the wailing Larry Jensen to 
get every fraction of his passion-hardened penis up into her hungrily 
clenching little pussy. 

Then she got her wish! 

At the same time her own climax began to rise to a crescendo, the cock 
fucking her in her cunt spurted its creamy hot charge deep up into her 
welcomely contracting belly, splashing violently against her vaginal walls 
and drizzling back out of her to trickle down the saturated, hair-covered 
cunt-lips against Larry's smoothly fucking loins. His balls massaged her 
anal crevice, causing the young girl to spasm forward, submerging the giant 
prick in her wildly sucking mouth to its very hilt. Then, it as well burst 
forth with sudden violence, flooding her mouth and throat with the 
deliciously pungent male liquid in a manner she had never dreamed possible, 
her cheeks bloating as she swallowed Claude's ejaculations excitedly, 
clasping her lips in a tightly fitted ring about the spurting shaft so she 
wouldn't lose a single drop of the hot, thick cum. But it was still too much 
for her, and some still dribbled from the corners of her mouth and down her 
chin, and she lashed out her tongue in a sweeping motion to wipe the spewing 
fluid back into her mouth as Claude's collapsed penis pulled free from her 
lips with a wet, sibilant sluicing sound. 

She skewered her buttocks back savagely onto the still pumping cock of the 
other boy, Larry, and his demoniacally rotating finger in her anus, and with 
a low, animalistic wail coming from between tightly gnashed teeth, she felt 
her own young and innocent body explode in a fantastic shower of raging 
sparks, wracking her entire being with a wild, uncontrolled ecstasy that 
sent her mind whirling madly through the voids of ecstatic space. 

She fell back, exhausted, the boys sprawling on either side of her. Her 
flesh was beaten and satiated; and then temporarily a sense of shame and 
remorse returned as she realized who she was and that she'd just been wildly 
fucked and no longer belonged to the select few known as virgins. But 
somehow, that didn't seem so important now; somehow, after having 
experienced the delightful secrets of sex and men, all of her resistance to 
losing her hymen seemed so much of a tempest in a teapot. She knew, in the 
hazy afterglow of her climax, that she could never be without the pleasures 
of sex again, but then- 

Suddenly, and without warning, her blissful world was shattered, as a wild, 
high-pitched cry reverberated in the small bedroom. She recognized the voice 
at once, and it turned her blood to ice water, and she sat up in a sudden 
jerk, her sexual torpor replaced by shame and humiliation. Patty Stalker 
looked directly at the door of the bedroom, and standing there with THAT man 
was her mother, with eyes as wide as could be. 

"Patty!" 

"Mother!" 

 CHAPTER 6 

Unknowing that her daughter had seen her with Bret Figueres, Vivian Stalker 
cried out her delirium while the man hammered above her, bringing her to her 
third or fourth-or was it her fifth?-orgasm. Beads of perspiration formed on 
her flesh, and she strained for her completion, just as she had for the many 
hours she'd been fucked by him, all her existence wrapped up in Figueres' 
giant cock buried deep in her cunt, pulsating with uncontrolled abandonment. 
She had no shame, no pride, no reality, only the lewd sensations as she 
obscenely begged the man to continue. 

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" she cried out in raptured freedom. 

"Do what?" he panted, thinking of his tape recording and gloating at how 
well she had innocently condemned herself with her salacious outcries. "Do 
what, Vivian?" 

"Ohhhh, fuck me! Fuck me!" The foul language burst from her lips, and the 
thought of her subjugation to this perfect stranger's lewd demands excited 
her further, and she groaned and ground her buttocks up tighter to his own 
surging loins. The young mother heaved with intense passion, the climaxes of 
before forgotten as if they'd never happened in the intense rapture that was 
spiraling like wildfire in her long denied loins. "Fuck meeee!" 

Christ, Figueres thought as he jammed into her with ever-increasing force, 
he'd never run into such a tigress before! She was insatiable, it seemed, 
exploding in orgasm under him and then hurtling herself wildly at him for 
more, ever more. It was as though he'd fed her Spanish Fly, the way she 
demanded cock. He grunted and hammered and felt the walls of her vagina seep 
the warm, sticky fluid of another beginning climax. She rose up and pressed 
herself against his pubic hair, rotating her cunt around him with renewed 
fire. 

"God ... God ... don't let this ever stop!" she screamed. Whore ... bitch 
... slut; she was all of these and more at that moment-she was a woman! A 
full-blooded woman twisting in the build-up of her latest orgasm. "I'm 
cumming ... it's happening again ... I'm going to cum again. ... I'm going 
to cummmmmmm!" 

She bucked beneath Figueres, maddeningly, wantonly, uncontrollably, and 
abruptly his plunging cock stiffened and spewed more great white spurts of 
hot male semen far back into the already inundated cavern of her tortured 
womb. A shudder of delight surged through her raw, nerve-tingling body and 
her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of the man's chest, 
their hardened nipples digging into him like buttons on a coat. She fucked 
back insanely until her climax poured over her like a breathtaking tidal 
wave of searing, incredible elation, roaring through her aroused body, the 
lips of her cunt working and sucking at his penis, her breath rasping in 
short, frenzied gasps, as the powerful lightning-like sensations jolted her 
into orgasm. 

Vivian's firm body fell back on the bed, then, her belly still churning from 
the unleashed tide of her passion. Never had such joy existed-her flesh had 
been fulfilled at last-and the shame and guilt was second place as she 
lazily let herself drift into merciful oblivion. 

"God damn," Figueres husked as he rolled from her, slipping his deflated 
penis from her cunt. "God damn, I guess you've finally had it for awhile, 
eh, baby?" 

She was only able to moan in reply, everything a hazy lavender fog. The 
years of sexual deprivation had taken their toll, making her utterly 
abandoned once she'd allowed herself to let go, and in a fury of excess, 
she'd tried to make up for her unwanted celibacy in one, huge burst of 
frenzied orgy. Now, for the moment, she was satiated beyond belief, and as 
Figueres rose from the bed and padded to the bathroom, she hardly heard him 
leave, and wasn't cognizant at all of the fact when he stopped beside his 
shirt and slyly turned off the tape recorder. She felt a strange sense of 
detachment, a grogginess, a flooding lethargy that prevented her from 
opening her eyes past a mere slit, and it seemed as though her limbs were 
severed from her torso. It was so good just to lie here, drifting.. . . 

Then, the alcohol partially worn off, the import of what she'd done burst 
through her, and she thought of who she was and whose thick cock it was that 
had so recently spewed its warm liquid sperm inside her shamelessly craving 
vagina. The impact hit her hard, and the traces of her sleepiness vanished 
as she sat up suddenly. "Ohhhh," she groaned aloud, her head like a block of 
molten lead and her muscles tied in spasming knots. "Ohhhh, no I didn't! I 
didn't!" 

The room empty, Figueres momentarily in the bathroom; Patty's mother 
staggered crazily from the wet, orgasm stained bed, thinking that perhaps it 
had all been a nightmare. She lurched against the bureau and stared at 
herself in the mirror. "No, no," she moaned thickly, it has to be a dream. 
It just has to be!" 

Yet heavy lines marred her fresh, clear skin, and her eyes were sunk deeply 
in their sockets as though she'd aged ten years in the last few hours. She 
looked down at her nakedly battered body and saw the mass of burnished marks 
and rose-colored bruises around her breasts and down between her inner 
thighs. Her rich, full dark-tipped breasts were nearly raw, and her genitals 
ached with a dull, continuous ache. Light exploration of her vagina proved 
to be exceedingly painful, as between swollen pink lips and matted blonde 
pubic hair, she felt the lingering wetness of Figueres' many ejaculations 
into her and the coagulated mixture of her own lubrications and secretions 
which covered her well-fucked cunt. She gripped the edge of the bureau from 
the sharp spasm of pain which lanced through her pussy and up into her belly 
as she moved her finger around in horror. 

"Oh God, it's true...." Her disgrace, she felt, showed like the hot sun of 
Majorca itself. What had happened to her? Why had she so basely succumbed to 
Bret Figueres? Her eyes puddled at the thought she might be pregnant ... a 
fitting punishment for being the woman her husband had always considered her 
to be. 

Then the toilet flushed, and the naked form of Bret Figueres came out of the 
bathroom, his cock swaying limply against his large, hairy scrotum. "I don't 
know about you, Vivian," he said heartily, coming up to her and cupping one 
breast familiarly, "But I've got to take a breather. You've worn me out!" 

"Ohhhhh, God," the young woman wailed, wrenching herself away from his 
grasp. 

Figueres frowned. "What's the matter? Didn't you like it?" 

"Of course I did," she said bitterly. "Didn't I show that enough times to 
you?" 

"Well, I'll even get better, I promise." 

"No ... no, there won't be another time. Bret." 

"Why not?" Figueres asked. "Are you angry?" 

"No," Vivian said. "I'm very satisfied, as a matter-of-fact. You were very 
good, and I'll remember it as long as I live ... but. it's finished. I ... 
don't want to see you again." 

"What's the matter, afraid your daughter will find out?" 

Vivian couldn't reply to his snide question, the anguish of her betrayal to 
all that she felt to be good and proper making her choke. 

"Or perhaps it's your ex-husband," Figueres went on. "If he knew about this, 
then he could take your kid away from you. Is that it?" 

Vivian turned, fear hitting her hard in the stomach. "You ... you'll keep 
this a secret, won't you?" 

"Well, now, I'm glad you asked that question, Vivian." 

"What ... what are you driving at, Bret?" The mother pressed herself against 
the bureau, a sudden clammy feeling of apprehension coming to her in 
reaction to the man's venal tone of voice. 

Figueres studied the blonde-haired woman for a moment, seeing her eyes 
glazed with fear and regret, her body trembling. Then he sauntered over to 
his shirt and brought out the miniature tape recorder, and he held it up in 
one hand. "See this, Vivian?" 

"Y-yes," she replied, a feeling as if a snake was crawling up her spine 
making her skin creep. "W-what about it?" 

"Listen." He flipped the top button; there was a high squeal as the tape 
rewound, then stopped at the beginning. He turned another knob on the 
recorder's face. From the speaker came: 

"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, BRET! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME AND KEEP ON FUCKING ME 
UNTIL I CAN'T STAND IT ANY MORE! I WANT YOU TO FUCK MEEEE!" 

"AND WHEN I CUM?" 

"FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM, BRET! YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME UNTIL YOU CUM INSIDE 
MY CUNT! OHHHH!" 

There was a cry from Bret, and then rustling of him and her on the bed. 
Vivian sucked in her breath as she listened, her face flushed. Smiling 
lewdly, Figueres flipped the tape onto fast forward, then stopped it again. 
Again, Vivian could hear the intense movement of the bed, groans and mewls 
and squeaks and thumps. Then: 

"HARDER! OH, BRET, FUCK ME HARDER!" 

Then a little farther on the reel, the horrified woman, still in shock from 
this incredibly vile recording, heard her guttural moans of passion. She 
stood thunderstruck and her face and breasts crimsoned with embarrassment 
and disbelief at listening to herself make love to the naked man across from 
her. 

"SAY IT! SAY THAT YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU!" 

"I DID, BRET! I DID BEFORE!" 

"SAY IT AGAIN! BEG FOR MY COCK TO CUM INSIDE YOU!" 

"YES! YES, SHOOT INSIDE ME AND FILL ME UP! FUCK ME, BRET!" 

Vivian's hands shook almost out of control, and she turned away and hung her 
head in humiliation and agony, attempting to blot out the ugly pictures 
forming in her mind as she recreated the scenes from the voices and sounds 
on the tape. She could even feel the rhythm again as she and Figueres 
twisting and churning, locked together in lewd intercourse on the tape. Her 
gasps and groans coupled with the squeaks of the bed made it all too clear, 
all too obscene. 

"Turn it off," she pleaded. "Please ... I can't stand any more." 

"What, and miss one of the best parts? Listen...." 

"I'M CUMMING! OH GOD, I'M CUMMIIIINNNGGGG! AHHHHHHHH!" There was a slight 
pause, then Vivian heard herself say again: "MORE, BRET! OH, I'VE GOT TO 
HAVE MORE! I'VE GOT TO HAVE MORE COCK! BRET, GET HARD AGAIN! FUCK ME ... 
FUCK MEEEEE!" 

"That was when you came the what-second or third time, Vivian?" Figueres 
chuckled lewdly. "Right after that, you told me about your husband being 
lousy in bed even when he took you, which you said was about once a 
leap-year." He chuckled again. "Very funny line, I must say. You want to 
hear it again?" 

"No ... no...." she blurted, dropping her head into her hands and sobbing 
like a small child. 

"Well, I think that's enough, actually," he said calmly. "It proves my 
point." 

Vivian couldn't reply, the utter shock now making her almost trance-like, 
her only sounds those of her weeping. Figueres watched the whiteness of her 
nakedly rounded buttocks as they quivered from the force of her crying, and 
he studied the delicious fullness of them. It was all he could do to keep 
from reaching over and clutching them with his hands, the obscene thoughts 
of once again sinking his cock up into her hot, steaming pussy shifting 
through his mind. He allowed her a few minutes for the initial reaction to 
wear off, and then he said smoothly: 

"What are we going to do about this tape, Vivian?" 

The mother managed to swallow her sobbing long enough to ask, "Wh-what do 
you mean? I ... I don't understand." 

"Well, if you think that your escapade on this tape is upsetting to you now, 
how would you like your husband or daughter to hear it? How you wanted me to 
fuck you over and over and how you told me about your ex-husband's sex life, 
how bad it was. Hmmm?" 

"You-you wouldn't!" 

"Not if we can come to some kind of arrangement, I suppose. We're both 
adults, aren't we, Vivian? I'm sure that if you try hard enough, you can 
think of ways of keeping me quiet." 

The horrified woman whirled around and cried out: "Blackmail!" She stared at 
him in total hatred. "You're nothing but a sick, degenerate blackmailer!" 

"Don't call me names, Vivian. I get angry very easily, and you don't want me 
to get angry, do you? You want to please me." He grinned and rubbed his 
hands together after placing the recorder back in his shirt pocket. "Call it 
business, Vivian. Business between intimate friends," he added with an 
arrogant snicker. 

The guilt-laden mother felt the room sway, her mind frozen in a disparaging, 
irrational state of panic, too confused and miserable to plan out a course 
of action. She wanted a drink, her throat parched and arid, a drink to 
steady her nerves and give her a few seconds in which to think. She mumbled: 
"L-let's go in the living room, Bret. I-I must have something to drink. 
Please." 

"Be my guest," he said, giving her an exaggerated bow and sweep of his hand 
in that direction. "It's your gin." 

She staggered in the other room, hastily mixing a fresh drink at the 
credenza, and without waiting, she lifted the glass shakily to her lips and 
sucked the strong gin and tonic gratefully down her throat. Figueres took a 
seat on the couch and crossed his legs, staring at her lush nakedness with a 
lascivious gaze. She lowered the glass, burning with shame, feeling dirty 
and filthy in her exposed nudeness. 

"Now then, feel better, Vivian? Good ... Let's consider you and me. I want 
something you've got, and you want me to give you something I have. A trade 
can be arranged." 

"Bret," she said hastily, clutching the glass as if for support. "Bret, I 
love my daughter very much. I have only this chance to make her see that I 
do love her, and her father was wrong about me. I ... want you to forget 
what happened between us this evening ... I've never been completely with 
any other man before except my husband before ... please give me the tape 
and go." 

"You joke." Figueres' voice was contemptuous and icy. 

Vivian stared wild-eyed at the greedy blackmailer, his eyes glowing like 
burnished wet olives in their sockets as he devoured her ripe thighs and 
trembling breasts. "Money ... I'll pay you money," the hapless young mother 
babbled. "How much do you want?" 

"Oh, quite a lot," he replied in an off-hand manner. "It's very expensive to 
live in Majorca the way I like to." But then he leered with a cruel smirk. 
"I also want you, Vivian, you and your wild-ass, swinging cunt. God, you're 
a regular mink in bed, and one of the best damned fucks I've ever had. Your 
hot little pussy is part of the price, I'm afraid." 

"Oh no! God, no!" Vivian moaned, and fell against the chair next to the 
credenza, toppling into its soft cushions in such a way that all of her 
ripe, hair-lined pussy was splayed wide to Figueres' lascivious stare. "I 
can't let you do it to him again, Bret ... I just can't!" 

"Oh, yes, you can," Figueres coaxed, thick lips shining as he licked them. 
"And you will; you're too damned beautifully built not to. I'm going to 
enjoy taking you all the rest of the time you're here on vacation. And 
you're not going to get that tape back until the full two weeks are up, 
either, just in case you think about leaving on the next plane out." 

The mother's mind whirled at the humiliation of sitting nakedly displayed 
for this horrible, depraved animal as he uttered his degrading demands, and 
frantically she attempted one last act of bravado, hoping to scare him into 
silence. She looked back at the man, steeling herself to be cold, her 
courage spurred by the gin she'd drunk and her desperation. 

"If you don't hand over that tape, Bret, I'm going to call the Spanish 
authorities. You're trying to blackmail me in the most despicable fashion 
imaginable, and I'll have you arrested as a sex offender on top of blackmail 
and coercion. I bet they haul you off to some cockroach hole in the ground 
and let you rot forever." 

His harsh, biting laughter cut off her threat like an axe through kindling 
wood. "Who are you kidding, Vivian? You report me, and you'll have to 
explain about how it happened-and that will lead to public scandal, which is 
far worse than the private disclosure I'm threatening you with." Figueres 
chortled at the tear-streaked mother and added: "Face facts, Vivian. I'm 
going to fuck you, and fuck you senseless anytime I want-and, get paid for 
doing it!" 

The evil man laughed loudly, and Vivian found that she had no come-back, 
nothing at all that she could say in her defense. She turned her face away 
again, unable to look at his gleefulness, and whimpered resignedly, knowing 
in her heart that there was no way she could defeat this foul snickering 
beast. She could do nothing except submit to his repugnant advances and pay 
him his black money, and hope-pray-that when her vacation was over, he'd 
keep his end of the bargain. She was entirely at his mercy. 

"Well, can I fuck anytime I want?" he demanded nasally. 

"Yes," she whispered. 

"Louder! I didn't hear you well enough, Vivian." 

"I said, yes! Yes, you can fuck me any time you want!" 

"Fine, fine. I'm sure right now you hate me, but when we get back into bed 
and I start fucking you again, you'll come around to my way of thinking. 
You'll see." 

She shuddered with the horror of allowing him to ravish her helpless 
genitals again-God, how had she ever thought him as attractive? 

"Ah, but you were too much, Vivian," Figueres sighed. "I haven't rested 
sufficiently to get another erection. Another five or ten minutes, and 
then-" He let the perverted threat hang in the air, chuckling again. "You 
have any cigarettes around here?" 

"I don't know," she answered dejectedly. "Maybe in my purse." She heard him 
rummage around in something, but was too lost to respond, still enveloped in 
the horror which she had been thrust into unwittingly. Then: "None in here, 
Vivian." 

She turned, confused. "But my purse is in the bedroom. What-" Air surged 
from her lungs as she saw the small, brown leather purse on the coffee 
table. She slumped back against the chair cushion, realizing what its 
presence meant in one blinding flash of incredulousness, her heart sinking 
even lower than it had been. That purse was the symbol of utter, final 
defeat of everything she hoped and lived for; Bret Figueres was a threat, 
but that purse--! 

"Oh God...." she groaned, blanching an ivory white. 

Figueres looked up, a quizzical look crossing his features. "You look sick, 
Vivian. What is it?" 

"That purse," she croaked. "That purse there...." 

"So?" 

"It's ... it's my daughter, Patty's." 

"I still don't see what's the matter." He looked at the purse, finding 
nothing remarkable about it, then back up to the mother. "So it's your 
daughter's purse. Why shouldn't it be here?" 

"Because ... because she took it with her when she left on her date, that's 
why." Vivian started to laugh then, a hysterical, giggling howl of insanity, 
rising higher and higher-until she collapsed, hunching forward into wracking 
sobs. "I ... I know she had it with her ... I know it!" 

"Well, what of it?" the man demanded, becoming both alarmed and distracted 
by this peculiar turn of events. "So she had it with her this evening. Stop 
it, Vivian, and explain this to me, you hear?" 

"Don't you see?" She said, swinging from crying back to her laughing. "Don't 
you see? You fool! You idiot! You and all of your imagine plans to get money 
from me! Useless! So much nonsense!" 

"Stop it or I'll slap your face! I swear I will!" Figueres leaped up, 
clenching his fist, his face ruddy with anger and frustration. 

"Haaaa! She was here, Bret! Now do you understand? She had to have come back 
sometime while we were in the bedroom, or her purse wouldn't be here now! 
She saw you fucking me Bret! She saw us naked!" 

Stunned, the blackmailer sat down heavily on the couch again. "She ... was 
here," he whispered tonelessly. 

"Yes, and she saw us! She must have come home early-, seen us, and in her 
haste, forgot her purse! She knows about me, Bret! You can't do a thing to 
me anymore I Your tape recording and threats are all empty, because she'll 
tell her father, just as she did before, and that will be the end of 
everything! You couldn't have done a better job on me if you'd tried! 
Haaaaaa!" 

Figueres, enraged at what was slipping through his fingers, and highly 
unnerved by Vivian's hysterics, jumped up again, took four long strides 
across to the babbling woman, and slapped her. He swung the flat of his hand 
across her face, his blow making a resounding sound that rocked her over 
onto her side and left a red imprint on her swollen cheek. "Get control of 
yourself!" he snapped. "You're acting insane!" 

Vivian felt as if her whole head was going to fly off, and her heart stopped 
as she fought for air. But his slap had brought her back again, and coldly 
she looked up at him. "I'm ... I'm all right now." 

"I'm ... sorry I had to hit you," he apologized. "I ... don't like to hit 
women." 

"I thought your kind would," she retorted, holding her burning cheek with 
the palm of her hand. 

"That's enough of that," he growled. "Now, where is she?" 

"Patty? How would I know? Anywhere, so long as it's away from me, I 
imagine." 

"Well, think! We have to find her!" 

"Why do you care, Bret?" she sneered. "I'm her mother." 

"Then start acting like one instead of a baby, will you? Hell, you don't 
imagine I want you to lose her, do you? I'm not heartless, for 

Christ's sake, only a businessman. And she's out there all upset and alone, 
and Lord only knows what kind of trouble she'll fall into if what you say is 
true. Anyway, whether you and your ex-husband battle over her until the next 
century, you still have to exist with her somehow. Don't you want a chance 
to explain?" 

"Yes ... yes, I do. Oh, Bret, I want to very, very much." 

"Then we have to find her, the sooner the better!" 

"But I don't know where she is, I tell you!" 

"Well ... you said that she was on a date. Who with? Do you know that?" 

"Some boy she met at the pool today." Vivian pressed the tips of her fingers 
to her temples, trying to clear the buzzing from her mind, to think 
logically and clearly. "His name was ... was Jensen. Larry Jensen." 

"Good. Maybe she stopped in to get something, and she's still with him. Do 
you know where he lives? Is he a resident or a tourist?" 

"He said ... Oh God, it's so hard to remember all of the conversation from 
this afternoon, so much has gone on since then." She groaned, bringing her 
naked legs up and squeezing her smooth-skinned thighs together, 
concentrating. "Let's see, he told Patty he was here from America, from 
Seattle I think. Yes, that's it ... and that he's staying here at the 
Phoenix!" 

"Good! Excellent," Figueres said. He hurried to the house phone and dialed 
the desk in the lobby. He was shaking in his concern, not as much for the 
reasons he gave to the mother-though he did feel sympathetically toward her 
plight-as for his own safety. He had to locate that damned kid before she 
went to the police, for in spite of what he'd told Vivian, he was in fear of 
the Guardia Civil and the Spanish jails, and a hysterical teenage girl 
telling all about him and her mother fucking in bed would send him away for 
a good many years. The authorities in Majorca are hardly ever seen, and 
never bother the tourists-unless there's trouble, and then they land with 
both boots and ask questions later, if ever. He had to try to stop that from 
happening, and beads of sweat peppered his forehead and chest as he 
impatiently waited for the line to answer. 

"Hello? Desk? Can you tell me if a Larry Jensen is registered here? ... 
Good. No, don't ring. Is his key there? Did you see him come in by any 
chance? ... Ah, excellent! Muchas gra-cias, senor!" Figueres hung up and 
turned to the mother with Abroad smile and a sigh of relief. "The desk," he 
explained. "They say he's in room 504. They saw him and your daughter enter 
some time ago, but that neither of them have left after that." 

"But that doesn't mean for sure." 

"No, but it gives us a starting point. If she isn't there, he might be able 
to tell us something that will help to locate her. Now, quickly, put on some 
clothes. No, there isn't time for that-every second counts," he contradicted 
himself feverishly. "A dressing gown, put that on. It isn't much, but what 
the hell, we're only going up three flights, and nobody will see you. 
Hurry!" 

Without waiting for her, the blackmailer trotted into the bedroom and 
scooped his clothes up, putting them on in lightning speed. When he was 
done, Vivian was standing by the door in a Japanese print silk robe, a red 
plush rope tied around her. She was still reeling from the impact of 
everything, confused and trembling with emotion. A dull fog covered her 
eyes, as if her brain was registering only half of what was happening around 
her. 

Figueres grinned lewdly at her, stirred in spite of the emergency by the 
provocativeness of her naked body so lightly covered by the thin, gauzy 
wrap. He could see her nipples poke almost through the cloth, and the way 
the material hugged her curves, dipping into the soft blonde triangle of her 
vaginal mound. "Brother," he breathed, feeling a tingle in his loins, 
"brother, if we only had a little more time." 

Then, grabbing her hand, he almost pulled her off her feet as he rushed out 
the door and down the hall to the elevators. 

The car, when it arrived, was full of some drunken party-goers, the men 
dressed in white ties and black suits, the women coiffured and in long, 
formal gowns. They all stared at the odd couple, and blushing, Vivian hugged 
the thin, gossamer robe tightly around her body, which only seemed to 
accentuate her nudity underneath. The men's eyes ogled her shamelessly, one 
bald fellow licking his lips with a wet smacking sound. Young Patty's mother 
was grateful when the elevator reached the fifth floor and Figueres hustled 
her out and down to 504. 

"There, this is it," Figueres said, standing in front of the blank, wooden 
panel. He knocked once, but received no answer. He rapped harder a second 
time, and then the door swung open slightly, Larry, in his haste, having not 
checked to see that it had latched properly when he'd ushered Vivian's 
tender young daughter into his evil den. 

"It's ... It's open," Vivian said in a hushed voice. 

"There's something going on in there," the man said, listening intently. 
They could both make out the faint assortment of muffled groans and sighs 
coming from the other side of the door, and impulsively, the blackmailer 
pushed the door wider and stepped into the empty living room. 

"Bret, don't," the mother objected, for intuitively, dark foreboding about 
what was going on flooded her mind, and a certain unfamiliar luridness 
clutched at her belly and groin, making her want to turn and run away, to 
leave the apartment. 

"The hell I won't," Figueres said sharply, goaded on by his own fear of what 
might happen if he didn't find the daughter. To him, better a devil he 
didn't know than one he did ... He stepped across the room, Vivian clutching 
his arm for support and whimpering slightly in her anguished state of mind. 
They reached the bedroom, the door to which was wide open, and light spilled 
out from it in such a way as to figuratively spotlight the bed before them. 

"My God!" Figueres gasped, stepping back a pace in his shock. 

"Oh ... no ... no, not Patty!" the mother moaned, her sounds of suffering 
muffled by Figueres' body. "Not my darling child!" 

"They're ... they're fucking her like animals!" the man managed through the 
lump in his throat, for as worldly and blas' as he was, the carnality he was 
witnessing in his unpreparedness staggered even his jaded senses. "I don't 
believe it!" 

Vivian Stalker let her jaw drop and her eyes bulge, her heart leaping in her 
chest, and she began to shake uncontrollably and cringe from the debauchery 
that was displayed a few feet away. She couldn't comprehend it, and her 
brain spiraled convulsively. God, oh God ... she kept repeating aimlessly 
inside herself. God ... my daughter is a virgin ... she can't be part of 
this ... God, oh God.. . . 

It couldn't be her beloved daughter, that beautiful, darling little nymph 
with her golden hair and young, firm body sandwiched lewdly between Larry 
Jensen and that other boy! No, not her innocent Patty! But, God, she was, 
and Vivian sucked in her breath in absolute disbelief as lewdly, her young 
teenage daughter sucked with fish-ovaled lips around the strange boy's cock 
as he pumped wetly in and out. The mother mewled as she saw Larry reach down 
and skewer the girl's twitching anus with his finger as she writhed and 
undulated under him in demoniacal fervor, allowing herself to be buffeted 
like a limp rag between the two boys. Vivian was shattered to her very core 
as she took in all of the carnal scene of Jensen working animal-like in the 
wide-splayed cunt of her child's young tender body, and at the other boy 
fucking his lust-hardened cock into her mouth from above. She'd never 
dreamed of such rampant abuse of the flesh, and now she realized the full 
consequences of her actions with Bret. It was all too obvious that Patty was 
reacting wildly and insanely to having seen her fucking Bret earlier; that 
her daughter was striking back in mad and crazed desperation, and that this 
would never have happened if it hadn't been for her-Vivian's-inability to 
control her own emotions! Patty was punishing her by punishing herself, and 
that fact made the mother weep copiously and clutch at Figueres' arm with 
claw-like fingers. 

"You ... you have to stop them, Bret!" she pleaded. 

"But what-" 

His words were interrupted by a long, low howl coming from one of the boys, 
and transfixed, he and Vivian watched with bulging eyes as the one fucking 
Patty's mouth suddenly sunk the full length of his penis into her young, 
tender throat, and the girl choked and swallowed desperately as hot, thick 
sperm exploded out from between tightly locked lips. She sucked and 
swallowed, her cheeks and throat working feverishly, and then the boy 
fucking her cried out, and jerked his buttocks convulsively, and more semen 
flooded the teenager's soft, pink flesh and Vivian could see the telltale 
gushes of his sperm spill out from between her daughter's wide-stretched, 
hotly quivering legs. Then Patty stiffened as if in a cataleptic fit, 
mewling from deep in her belly-and as one, the three youngsters collapsed in 
quaking, uncontrolled satiation. 

The mother felt her face crimson, and unable to contain her anguish and 
guilt, she cried out her wretched torment in a piercing scream. 

"Oh god!" she wailed to the heavens. "Oh god!" 

And in response, her young, nakedly spread daughter jerked upright, her own 
mouth wide and her eyes like an owl's as she stared at Vivian. Her legs were 
in such a way that her matted pubic hair glistened wickedly in the light, 
Larry's cum a pearlescent contrast to her reddened skin and blonde silk 
curls. More semen dribbled obscenely from her lips and chin as she choked 
and sputtered for words, fright and pain etched in her dazzling eyes. 

Vivian stumbled forward, her arms outstretched in supplication. "Patty," she 
cried out. 

"Mother!" 

 CHAPTER 7 

Vivian stopped halfway across to her daughter, staring in utter disbelief at 
Patty, her outstretched arms like lead. She dropped her arms, sucking in hot 
breath as she viewed her innocent child's tender, swollen breasts and still 
throbbing, still demanding cunt. Another scream welled up in the mother's 
throat, and she put a fisted hand to her open mouth, biting her knuckles 
until they bled, her torture-glazed eyes bulging wider. 

She somehow managed to gasp out around her constricted dry throat: "Patty, 
Patty ... why? Why?" 

Little Patty fluttered her eyelids. "Mo ... Mo...." and though she tried to 
speak, her jaw moved up and down soundlessly as she locked her tear-blurred, 
puffed eyes on her mother's tormented features. She slowly staggered to her 
feet, the shock of having her mother find her losing her virginity in a 
screaming, crazed orgasm was too much for her to handle. She knew that 
although she had caught her mother, being fucked half crazy by the man who 
stood beside her-Bretthat still didn't give herself the right to do what 
she'd done with Larry and Claude. Tears of self abasement streamed down her 
young cheeks, and she tottered in shame, her face blanched the color of 
bleached flour. 

"Ohhhh, this is all my fault," Vivian wept openly. "All my fault. You saw me 
with Bret, and you're trying to fight back and purge yourself, and it's all 
my fault ... I'm so ashamed, Patty ... I'm not fit to be your mother...." 

The lovely young teenager looked at her mother, and then down at herself, at 
her fresh, smooth skin flushed a rosy hue from excitement, at her 
scarlet-tipped nipples and her alabaster breasts heaving and glistening with 
wet male sperm, at her pubic mound nestling between her clenched thighs, 
with their swollen, inflamed vaginal lips and abused, moistly glistening 
cunt. She looked at her whole, naked body and she found the courage somehow 
to comprehend the truth. 

"No," she said in a low, choking voice. "No, Mother, it's not all your 
fault. I wanted this-I don't know why, or why I couldn't control myself with 
these two boys-but I have to be honest and admit I wanted them to fill me 
with their cum. I didn't care who they were, just as long as they fucked me 
until I couldn't stand it anymore." 

Vivian swallowed hard and took another couple of steps to where her daughter 
was standing beside the bed. She didn't see or hear the three men in the 
room; her mind and soul was only intent upon her beloved Patty. Her child's 
lewd words struck fire in her, sending her belly churning and she knew that 
she had to say something to wash the blight of guilt from Patty's young 
mind. 

"You ... you don't mean that, darling. It is all my fault, for I started 
this whole sordid mess. You're young and inexperienced, and I ... I should 
have known better. I'm no better than your father called me, Patty ... I'm a 
slut. I'm not fit to live!" 

"Then ... neither am I, Mother." Patty gazed with new understanding at her 
mother, and all of the hate and resentment she had harbored for her over the 
years faded away. She had been hurt and angry before, but now that she had 
experienced real sex, knew what her father had withheld from her mother, she 
couldn't blame her any longer. "No, Daddy is wrong. You and I are alike, 
Mother dear, and we must face what we are-women-as we are-good and bad." 

Vivian took a moment to answer. She focused on Patty's pear-shaped breasts 
and thinly matted young pubic hair, and she slowly came to realize that 
Patty was no longer a child, that she couldn't close her eyes to the obvious 
fact that her daughter was responsive to the same sexual drives as she, and 
that her daughter was speaking with wisdom and honesty. 

"Is ... is that how you truly feel, Patty?" 

"Yes," came the soft reply. "Yes, that's how I feel, and I can only hope 
that we can both help one another from now on." 

"Oh, Patty!" Vivian cried out, and suddenly she and her young teenager were 
in one another's arms, hugging each other as tightly as they could, 
attempting to bridge the gap which had divided them for so long. "Then ... 
you can forgive me?" 

"There is nothing to forgive, Mother dear." She held onto the woman, her 
face pressed to the thin silk robe. "There never was anything to forgive, 
only I was too young and naive to know that. Now I do. I told you, we're one 
and the same, and we must go on from here. Love me, Mother, love me...." 

"I do ... I love you, Patty, and I want you to love me...." 

"Yes, Mother, I love you with all my heart. Oh, I've been such a fool...." 

Bret Figueres had been watching this, at first incredulously, and then with 
a certain cynicism. 

He ogled the young girl thoughtfully as tenderly Vivian cradled her abused, 
debauched daughter, aroused by the naked and excited body of the girl who 
was as fully developed as her mother, and his cock gave a painful lurch in 
his pants. God ... he'd like to fuck that young, sweet cunt as well as get 
into her mother's again, and he rubbed his hands up and down the sides of 
his pants in rising urgency, his eyes burning holes through the two women 
pressed so close together. Before-when Vivian had dropped the bombshell 
about her purse-he'd sublimated his craving for sex in his fear of being 
arrested, but after walking in on the daughter being fucked shitless by two 
guys at once, he could allow himself to relax, no longer afraid. Actually, 
he was feeling very safe, for she was just like her mother, and had no 
intention of going to the Guardia Civil; perhaps he could turn things around 
to his favor again and get into that luscious looking pussy of the child, 
maybe even make a mother-daughter combination out of it! Yes ... yes, that 
sounded very tempting. 

"A touching little scene, don't you think, boys?" he grinned callously. "A 
real heart-grabber if I ever saw one." 

Larry and Claude, feeling relieved at the fact that they were safe, 
snickered and cackled appreciatively. 

"Ought to be in the movies," Claude taunted. 

Vivian looked up, her cheeks red-hot with indignation. "Shut your filthy 
mouths, all of you." Then she said softly to her child: "Come on, Patty. Get 
your clothes and we'll go back to the room and talk things over. We'll work 
out all our problems." 

"Yes, Mother...." 

"Not so fast, Vivian," Figueres snapped, catching her arm. "The evening's 
still not over." 

"Let go of me, you ... you animal!" 

"I still have the recording," he said evilly. 

"What recording?" Patty asked innocently. 

"No, Bret, you can't hurt me with it now. Patty and I are together at last. 
You can't get at me any longer." 

But Figueres only laughed low and ugly. "I can't, can I? Your ex-husband 
still could use the tape you know; he'd take your daughter from you even if 
she doesn't want to leave. The judge will rule in his favor; remember his 
warning." 

"Oh God, no!" Vivian gasped. The threat was even more horrifying than 
before, now that she and Patty had found the love and devotion for each 
other that she had so long desired. "You wouldn't!" 

"Yes, I would," Figueres snarled. "I told you, I'm a businessman at heart. I 
helped you find your daughter, now she can help you earn that recording 
back. That is, if she wants to stay with you." 

"Of course I do," Patty said indignantly, then she demanded: "What is this 
recording you're talking about? Mother?" 

"Don't tell her, Bret, please don't. Leave her out of this, I beg you. Can't 
you see how much she's been through already?" 

"She seems to have weathered it better than you, my dear," the blackmailer 
hissed. He said to Patty: "I have a tape recording of me and your mother 
fucking. If I don't get my way, then the tape will get sent to your father, 
and you know what he'll do with it." 

Patty blanched, sucking in her breath. "Yes ... yes I know what he'll do. 
I'll have to go live with him, and I don't want to. I see now that he was 
the one wrong all these years, who poisoned the marriage and my love for 
Mother. He's a horrid man-I want to stay with Mother!" 

"Then you'd both better cooperate." He chortled demoniacally. "Right, boys?" 
he called out. 

"Right," Larry said enthusiastically. 

"God, this is a hot one!" Claude barked. 

"Ohhh, darling," Vivian moaned. "God forgive me. God forgive us both. This 
is horrible, horrible." 

"Don't ... don't worry, we'll get through it. We've got to, if we're going 
to stay together, and I know this beast would do what he threatens. We have 
no choice." 

"You're damned right, you don't," husked the man breathlessly. "Now, you, 
Vivian-get out of that dressing gown. I want to see that tender, lovely cunt 
of yours again." 

"Noooo, please don't make me," whimpered the young protective mother, but it 
was her only defiant gesture. Figueres reached out a grasping hand and tore 
the rope belt apart, letting the gown drape open, and then he yanked the 
thin cloth from around her shoulders, and the robe slipped from her arms to 
puddle in a heap on the floor like a fallen flag of surrender. Vivian locked 
her eyes on her daughter so she wouldn't have to see the man as he tore at 
his own buttons and snaps, shedding his pants and shirt in a frenzy, and 
then stood next to her with his immense, hard and glistening penis throbbing 
in full erection. 

"For a beginning, I want you two on the bed, playing with each other. Yeah, 
a real mother-daughter combination." He fingered the once-again aching sac 
of his testicles, the lewd and prurient thoughts kindling his lust-hardening 
cock to new rigidity. 

Vivian gasped in horror and revulsion at the perverted demand. Not only was 
Figueres desiring lesbianism, but with her own daughter! She couldn't! She 
regarded Patty once more, gulping with parched sobs as she studied the 
girl's breasts with their hard nipples, and then lower, to the hair-lined 
lips of her so recently fucked vagina and the dainty pink clitoris nestling 
in their wet, trembling folds. 

"Patty ... my darling...." she groaned. 

"Damn it, do it! Or I'll mail off that tape tonight!" 

The mother's arms went around her blonde-haired, quivering child even as she 
felt Patty's arms go around her, and stumbling, they went to the bed and lay 
down upon the soft covers, facing one another. They stared into each other's 
pained eyes, seeking solace in them, and Vivian knew that indeed, her 
daughter was like herself, having committed sins of the flesh, and were 
having committed sins of the flesh, and they were now caught helplessly in 
the enslaving blackmail of Bret Figueres' depravity. They pressed against 
one another, drawn by mutual needs, mutual goals, mutual love, and a mute 
bond of empathy and affection tied them closer together and helped blank out 
the hoarse urgings and lewd calls coming from the three males hovering over 
them. Things were a little less shame-together, they fought to hold their 
sanity as their breasts touched and their nipples pressed against the other. 

"Now, start making love to each other, you bitches!" Claude wheezed, his 
cock swollen with the lewd, perverted show he was watching. 

"Yeah, Patty," Larry added in a hoarse whisper. "You said you love your 
mother ... well, prove it!" 

Slowly, Patty pressed the soft, young curling fleece of her pubic hair into 
her mother's loins and arched her back, moaning in the bitterness of what 
had to be done for her-and her mother's-future. She kissed her, kissed her 
hard the way she'd kissed Larry, and found to her surprise that her mother's 
lips were enticingly agile and soft; and in spite of her guilt of knowing 
that her daughter was kissing her as if she was a lover, the mother 
responded, fluttering her tongue out and entering Patty's hot, still sperm 
filled mouth as she stiffened her resolve to cooperate. Patty sucked the 
pink, trembling tongue and found that she could not help running her hands 
over the fresh, firm skin of her mother, touching her naked breasts and 
nipples. They squirmed on the bed, locked in their incestual embrace, and 
Patty moved her hand lower, to caress one satiny, white buttock. 

Vivian, sensing that her daughter had steeled herself to go through with 
this depravity for her benefit, melted with deep love for her. She looked 
up, gasped at the ring of males who were leering down in vile delight, then 
she shut her eyes, hearing the sinful chuckling from above, and let swiftly 
flickering tongues and familiar soft fingers send out urgent, arousing 
messages, allowing her own fingers to rub along the tender, young backside 
next to her as she trembled with the strange forbiddenness of her 
degradation. 

"That's it! That's it!" the blackmailer prompted. 

"More! More!" chorused the excited, pagan young boys. 

Spurred on by the sex-crazed demands, Vivian and Patty caressed each other's 
breasts until they were swollen and throbbing with unwanted sensation and 
their nipples were four chips of stone biting into the other's tormented 
flesh. Vivian could feel her daughter's hot breath on her face and her mind 
cried out in a futile gesture of anguish, but her hands were moving of their 
own volition, down over the hot, fevered young hips, down to the naked, 
moist covering of soft curling pubic hair around Patty's quivering vaginal 
region. okay God ... Oh God... 

The teenager felt her mother's fingers seek out her pink, wet vaginal slit, 
and she groaned involuntarily from the teasing touch, undeniably pleasurable 
spasms of their contact with her flesh, and in response, she located her 
mother's clitoris with her extended middle finger and flicked at it as if 
she were masturbating herself. 

Larry drooled uncontrollably as he watched the mutually subjugated mother 
and daughter fondle each other's warm, wet, eagerly accepting cunts, and he 
glanced over at the man who had started all of this, remembering that his 
name was Bret. Figueres was sprawled beside the women as he reveled in the 
lewd display, his again rising cock pulsing as his hand stroked it lightly. 
Larry glanced up at his groaning roommate, caught the evil glint in Claude's 
lust-filmed eyes, and then in trembling urgency, he turned back to the man 
again. "God, Bret, I can't stand it like this! Get them to do something 
else! Get them to suck each other off!" 

"Yeah, kid, yeah...." Figueres panted obscenely. "You're on the ball, kid, 
you read my mind." He snickered in contempt for the women, and slapped the 
mother on one buttock. "You heard the boy, Vivian. Move around and start 
licking your daughter's cunt!" 

"No, please no...." Vivian mewled piteously, but her cry was cut short by 
Figueres. "You fucking bitch! You will, or you'll never get that tape back, 
you hear? Suck her, now I" 

"I ... can't! I just can't!" she wailed abjectly. 

"I will, mother dear ... I'd rather love you than one of them...." Patty 
mewled, and she began to slide away from Vivian's clasp, giving a shuddering 
whimper of dull abhorrence. Vivian raised her head to watch in 
half-revulsion, half-captivation as the trembling, naked form of her teenage 
child moved on all fours ... she didn't think that Patty could do it, even 
though she'd volunteered-but then she saw the girl position her lovely, 
moon-shaped buttocks beside her face, one leg up in the air and bent so that 
all of her barely mature vaginal slit from the hairless, puckered lips of 
her anus to the tender, moist folds of her tender young pussy was displayed 
openly to her eyes. 

Patty had always considered the act of oral love between women as incredibly 
abhorrent, one of those things which, as a little girl, she had never 
allowed herself to consider. But when she sucked in her breath and gazed 
sideways at the softly curling fleece of her mother's pubic hair, and at the 
enticing flesh just beyond which was honey-dewed with sparkling droplets of 
moisture that her tiny fingers had raised, and then breathed in the musky, 
perfumed scent of her cunt, Patty quivered excitedly, flicking out her 
tongue and teasing the fleshy valley spread before her. She heard her mother 
moan and raise her leg as Patty had hers, opening her cunt wider in unwanted 
reaction, her body twisting from side to side from the grazing tickle of her 
daughter's lips and mouth. Patty eased inside the wet, tingling cleft and 
found to her shock that she received an electrifying stimulation from the 
delicious contact, and she lashed out everywhere, her pink tongue and lips 
invading her mother's cunt, forgetting in her excitement where she was or 
what she was doing as she swallowed the sweet ambrosia of slippery female 
juices which were being secreted heavily. 

Her mother groaned deep from within her belly and began to pant explosively 
from the salacious passions which were involuntarily flowing out of her 
loins. She heard her daughter gasp for air and then bury even her nose back 
into the wildly quivering cavity of her vagina, and begged Patty to stop ... 
stop before it was too late ... but then the young girl's mother realized 
that it was too late, that she no longer just endured the agony and 
humiliation, and was actually enjoying the depraved immersion of her 
daughter's tongue in her naked genitals. 

"Oh, God ... Patty, that's enough ... oh, Patty ... please ... Ohhhh," she 
pleaded, twisting in the grip of her daughter's increasingly voracious 
tonguing, writhing as Patty refused to stop, shamefully aware that she 
herself was unable to break the open, nibbling mouth which was glued 
insanely to her responding cunt. Her pleas died in a strangled mixture of 
sobs and sighs, and her body convulsed as she wanted, and yet didn't want, 
her daughter to cease. 

She gazed at the proffered triangle of curly blonde pubic hair undulating a 
few inches from her, and at the swollen ruby vaginal lips of her daughter 
who was kissing her own cunt, and the lascivious sight became beautiful and 
sublime to the mother. She brushed her fingers along Patty's trembling 
abdomen, and saw little droplets of lubrication appear at the coral edges of 
the tender, young pussy slit, and the skin felt so good and warm to her 
touch ... Vivian let her hands rove freely, circling the girl's thighs and 
buttocks, though still she couldn't bring herself to dip into the pulsating 
crest of hair and flesh which was so invitingly open to her. She couldn't.. 
. 

And then she was before she realized fully what she was doing, clutching 
Patty's whitely rounded buttocks and drawing her face to them, letting her 
lips and mouth tangle in the light wisps of pubic curls with a near spastic 
urgency. Disgust surged through Vivian for a fleeting moment, but it was 
overridden by her love-by her physical love-for her daughter, and her tongue 
burrowed in the soft, gently pulsating pussy that pushed urgently against 
her mouth, licking molten swaths all the way from the child's anus to her 
vaginal hole and her tiny, quivering clitoris. 

"Ohhhh," Patty moaned out in a muffled voice. "Yes, Mother! Yes! Faster ... 
Faster ... Ohhhhh, Motherrrrr!" 

The passionate teenager strained her loins into her mother's face with all 
of her nubile strength and she salivated as never before as she tongued and 
kissed and sucked the clenching confines of Vivian's pulsing cunt. Patty 
felt as if she was being torn apart by fiery lust, and she thrust harder and 
harder, every inch of her flesh absorbed in the delicious sensations running 
rampant through her blood. 

The walls of Vivian's pussy grasped her daughter's tongue, and her clitoris 
trembled from the driving young teeth and lips. Her muscles flexed 
torturously along her inner thighs, as her untapped, unrestrained emotions 
hurtled her toward a fantastic climax. Yes ... yes ... she and Patty were 
going to cum together, by each other, and no longer was the mother ashamed 
or tormented by the way their love was being expressed. This was too good 
... too lovely to be wrong... 

"Ohhhhh, man, I gotta fuck one of them!" Claude screamed, rolling back and 
forth as if in great pain. "I gotta! I gotta! I can't stand just watching 
any longer!" 

"Yeah, Bret, yeah!" Larry intoned in similar frenzy. "Let's fuck them both 
now!" 

Figueres, his eyes like flashing beacons of perversion, chuckled 
lasciviously. "Take the mother, then. Take her any way you want-because 
you've had the daughter and I haven't." 

"Yeah ... yeah..., " Claude croaked. "I want to fuck her ... I gotta fuck 
her in that cunt ... You got to fuck a cunt last time, Larry." 

"She can suck me off, then," the other boy panted, crawling closer to 
Vivian. "Hell, Patty loves to suck cock ... I bet she does too. Ohhh, my 
balls are on fire just thinking about it!" 

"And I'll take the little girl the way I like the best," Figueres rasped. 
His mind raced with all sorts of lewd combinations, and his heart slammed in 
his chest, his loins fired with lasciviousness. He chortled gleefully. 
"Yeah, I'll take her my favorite way." 

"How?" moaned Vivian, fearing the worst. "How?" 

"In the ass!" Figueres crowed. "I'll fuck her in the ass!" 

"Noooooo!" groaned the tortured Vivian. "Not to my baby, take me that way! 
Take me-but leave my little girl alone!" 

"Never, Vivian, not if you want that tape! Haaaa!" And the evil blackmailer 
hovered over the defenseless form of the young, tender teenage girl, lusting 
with gloating eyes at the throbbing white buttocks wrapped tightly around 
her mother's anguished face. "Yeah, in the ass!" he taunted, and roughly, he 
grabbed Batty and tore her away from Vivian as the boys closed lustfully in 
on their naked prey. 

 CHAPTER 8 

Vivian couldn't believe the absolute pit of depravity into which she had 
unwittingly sent her daughter. Even though her passions were unnaturally 
aroused by Patty's loving tongue on her cunt, the mother was shocked by the 
impact of Figueres' words. God, he was going to sodomize her child right 
here, a few inches in front of her own face! The obscene thought made her 
groan and grind her heated hips into the bed, and looking at Patty, she saw 
that her daughter was going to go through with it, too far gone in 
humiliation and determination to resist. 

"Kneel up, little girl," Figueres commanded crudely, eager for this 
perversion. Patty hesitated, then rolled onto her knees and lifted her 
buttocks high, away from Vivian's warmly sucking mouth, and the mother 
groaned from the lewd sight of the man assuming a semi-squatting position 
behind the young girl's firm, white buttocks, poising his lust-hardened 
penis just above the crevice of her ass as he greedily ran his fingers over 
her thighs, pinching her flesh and parting her trembling backsides so that 
her tiny, virginal ass-hole was visible to Vivian's horrified eyes. Patty 
gave a momentary look of sadness to her mother, which Vivian could only 
return with tear-blurred eyes-and then suddenly she, too, was pulled into a 
lewd kneeling position, no longer able to see what was happening to her 
daughter as Larry Jensen crouched down in front of her on his knees, her 
vision entirely taken up by his bloated, throbbing testicles and his hard 
youthful penis as he held it before her with his hand. 

"Suck me, Mrs. Stalker," he ordered through gritted teeth. "I want you to 
suck me now, before I cum all over the bed!" 

All the horrified mother could see was that blood-engorged cock, its thick 
shaft glistening in the bright lights of the bedroom, and her stomach 
churned at the horrid thought of taking such a huge, wet, penis into her 
mouth. She'd never done such a perverted act-or had it done to her until 
tonight-for her ex-husband barely touched her at all, and when they had made 
love the few times he'd given in to her, it had been without any foreplay or 
variation. Not that she would have allowed it-the mere idea of kissing a 
man's penis was sickening and gagged her. But the young boy pressed his 
hands tightly to her ears, imprisoning her, making her stay still before the 
ever-nearing rod until the hard, spongy cock-head finally touched her lips, 
rubbing lightly across her teeth. The terrified woman hesitated, revolted by 
the thought of her mouth being used as a receptacle of lust by this boy, but 
then the lewd threats Figueres had made flashed through her mind again, and 
she parted her lips to receive the young, palpitating pole. To suck the 
boy's penis now only accentuated the horrible entrapment she and Patty were 
in, was the act of abhorrence which signified her anguish and capitulation 
to the obscene outrages which she had brought upon herself. 

Larry Jensen gasped and leaned forward, sliding his cock wetly up into the 
young girl's mother's mouth, and she tasted the male pungency of his' 
secretions as they filled the warm cavern between her cheeks. She would suck 
his cock, suck it hard and passionately until she had that damning reel of 
blackmail tape safely in her possession, and she could destroy forever this 
enslaving night of evil. She ran her tongue around and around the shaft of 
the boy's cock, flicking the tip into his tiny open slit at the head of his 
blunt penis, feeling him swell and pulsate with life. Yes, she would show 
him and 

Figueres, too, she drummed through her mind. She'd show them all that she 
could please; they wanted her to suck, then she'd suck ... they wanted a 
whore, then a whore she'd be, doing all the tricks a whore can do. Her 
tormented mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her position 
excusing the weird masochistic sensations that were beginning to rise in her 
belly and loins. 

Vivian Stalker sucked and licked in earnest supplication, and as she did the 
powerful stimulations her daughter's tongue had sent coursing through her 
body built again into a raging fire; a great shudder of revulsion passed 
through her as she realized what she was now avidly doing, the exquisite 
madness of being totally subjugated to their mercy coupled with her 
traitorously tingling vagina quickly overcame all opposing emotions. She 
felt the hair of his pubic area against her chin and lips, his testicles 
sweeping against her with each thrust, and as the previous sensations of 
abandoned lust grew again to hotly burn her seething pussy, nothing mattered 
but the ecstatic agony of swirling heat which once more seared her naked 
flesh. She swished her tongue with vengeance about his throbbing cock, the 
masochistic response of her helplessness permeating her soul and making her 
mewl submissively from around her sunken cheeks and her tightly ovaled mouth 
that was filled with pumping cock, and the young woman shivered inwardly in 
forbidden blissful delight. 

Patty saw her mother's lips nibbling with an eagerness as Larry thrust 
forward with his young, muscular hips and slid his wetly sheening cock in 
and out of the confines of her warm, wet mouth. The girl stared at the tiny 
ridged flesh pulled back from her mother's rounded lips in a burlesque of 
the sex act as the boy mercilessly fucked his rock-hard shaft into her 
voraciously accepting mouth, and she heard her moan and the boy order her to 
suck harder ... suck harder ... And once more the young, newly de-virginated 
daughter was caught in the overwhelming vortex of sexual passions, and she 
ground her buttocks back in open invitation to the man who had just fucked 
her mother, as Figueres continued to prod and fondle her excitedly pulsating 
little cunt with his fingers. 

Then Patty saw Claude move up behind her mother's sensuously writhing 
buttocks, and she gasped, sucking in her breath at the other boy's 
lust-contorted face. Her mother didn't seem to take any notice as the youth 
grabbed her undulating flesh and leaned over, thrusting his long, jutting 
penis roughly against the crevice of the older woman's white, now 
sweat-sheened ass. Her expanded cunt-slit was visibly pulsating with its 
lips parted anxiously, its wet, pink furrow pressed tightly together by the 
wriggling of her thighs up against his hungry loins. 

Then, Vivian too, was aware of the other boy behind her, as she felt the 
full length of her cuntal passage dilated in anticipation to the first, 
slight touch of Claude's cock-head. She flexed her pussy muscles together in 
automatic rejection, but the throb of her internal sinews only seemed to 
further incite the huge, young penis, and with a lunging cry, Claude plowed 
forward, spearing his cock into her vainly resisting pussy passage. Dear 
God, this isn't really happening! her mind kept repeating over and over-but 
it was, and she knew it. Her daughter's boyfriend's pungent young cock 
slithering in and out of her hungrily locked lips stung her flared nostrils 
and she began to insanely run her tongue faster over his pumping shaft, and 
Claude drew her harder to his loins as her moist, slippery vaginal hole 
flowered open still more to accept his virile young penis to greater and 
greater depths. The muscles of her neck and her chest were hard and tense as 
she writhed between the two monstrous cocks which skewered her between them 
like meat on a barbecue spit. 

And because Claude had moved her around so that he could enter her cunt from 
behind, she was once more able to view the heart-wrenching attack by 
Figueres on her young daughter's innocent rectum. It can't be ... it can't 
be ... she groaned to herself, her head bobbing greedily as she eyed Patty 
next to her. But in spite of the mother's terror and agony at the horrible 
things being done to her defenseless child, spontaneous excitement purled 
from her quaking belly and her firm round breasts jiggled sensuously from 
the buffeting she was undergoing. 

Sweat poured off the face of Bret Figueres as he hunched over the teenager's 
rounded buttocks and watched as the mother's mouth clasped tightly around 
the young boy's cock, and at the way the boy's testicles smacked 
resoundingly against her chin with each jerk of his thighs. And at the other 
end, the second boy, his eyes wide and rolling in ecstasy, was stroking his 
lust-throbbing penis in and out of Vivian's tight, elastic cunt. God! he 
thought heatedly, my balls are aching ! 

He slid to his knees behind Patty's wavering white loins and leaned forward, 
planting a warm, wet kiss with his thick, slavering lips on the thin, pink 
flesh which covered her protruding vagina. He felt the child quiver and 
heard her groan slightly from his moist contact, and then he ran his long, 
wet tongue slowly and teasingly down the full length of her tightly clenched 
crevice, just as her mother had done to her, and with gleaming eyes, 
Figueres saw Patty let the straining muscles of her inner thighs relax and 
the cheeks of her buttocks slip wider apart. 

"Ahhhh," Patty sighed as she found herself being unwillingly but 
irresistibly drawn into desiring more delicious and lewd sucklings-his mouth 
and tongue were almost as good as Mother's, she dreamily thought-and she 
shivered as the heat of her growing impetus caused by Figueres' curling and 
flicking wet manipulations caused her to screw her buttocks back against his 
teasingly licking face, her taut hip muscles making them hollow and contract 
around his cheeks. She was unable to prevent herself from writhing and 
churning in a lascivious dance of ravishment as the older man sucked at her 
with untamed lust that threatened to drive both of them crazy. Her pussy 
secreted excited lubrications which ran in warm trickles down her smooth 
inner legs to the bed, and the depraved man lapped up her sexual secretions 
and added them to his own saliva as he teasingly bathed her cunt and the 
tiny sphincter muscle of her fully exposed anal ring. 

Figueres sensed from the wild abandoned tempo of her youthful body that the 
daughter was capitulating, and he knew instinctively that it was time-time 
to ram his burgeoning cock into her innocent, softly working rectum, its 
tiny opening well lubricated by both his and her mother's saliva. He raised 
up behind her on his knees and taunted her cunt-with the violently quivering 
head of his blood-raging cock, her whimpers drifting back to him as he ran 
its insinuating tip between her wide-splayed vaginal lips. 

Then he moved upwards another inch, and the young girl moaned as he wormed 
the first, small portion of his blunt penis into her anus with a small pop 
as the tiny puckered hole gave way to his pressured assault. 

"Ohhhhh, God!" he heard the girl cry out, but still he continued his 
constant penetration of her viscous-coated rectum, until half of his massive 
penis was submerged inside the snugly tight aperture, savoring with pleasure 
the clenching fist of her burning entrails as they closed over his thick 
cock like a custom-made glove. 

"Aggghhh! Uhhhhh!" the little girl screamed, and she twisted her buttocks, 
trying to throw off the slowly invading penis, but Figueres held her firmly 
and with each buck of her body his prick was lodged another painful and 
cruel inch. Vivian held her breath and then groaned in empathetic response 
to her daughter as she saw Patty's tightly stretched little anal mouth 
clasping desperately at Figueres' throbbing shaft as he sunk still another 
inch of his rod inside, and the mother knew that Patty had no chance of 
fighting back. The blackmailer guided her with his massive hands on each 
outer side of her trembling, young thighs, bringing small piteous whimpers 
from the girl's open lips, and Vivian watched mesmerized, moaning in concert 
with Patty's mewls of agony, her eyes a few scant inches from where the 
man's hardened penis was stretching her backsides and pile-driving 
rapaciously into her anus. The mother saw every horrifying detail-the moist 
cock shaft wet with secretions drawing the ragged edges of her child's 
rectal muscle inside with it; the quivering and pain-flushed pink skin of 
her buttocks as she jerked and rotated in mindless torment-and Vivian was 
absorbed by the obscene spectacle of this man sodomizing her daughter on and 
on, screwing her from behind as Patty tried bravely to accept all of his 
lust-incensed penis. 

Patty thought crazily, it's all right ... it's all right ... as his cock 
buried itself in the vainly resisting barriers of her clutching anal 
passage, then suddenly he gave a quick, hip-thrusting stab, and she was 
suddenly filled with it all, as a wild, excruciating spasm of pain burst 
through her helplessly trapped flesh. a h h h h!" she screamed. "It hurts! 
You're killing me!" 

"Push back!" he commanded. "Push back, you young bitch!" 

She did, for she knew that every way was agony for her, and she opened her 
ass that final inch because she had been so ordered, and she stretched her 
tortured buttocks wider until she thought she would die. Figueres' vicious 
prick surged into her until his balls slapped harshly against the wetness of 
her up-turned vaginal slit, and then crooning with delight, he began to fuck 
rhythmically and mercilessly in and out. He watched as he kneeled above the 
girl's moon-shaped bottom, seeing the reddish skin of her round little anus 
draw back with his cock, grasping it as if it didn't want him to leave. At 
first the pressure had been unbearable, even for him, but now it was just 
right, promising to draw his sperm out of his testicles with the ferocity of 
a sucking whirlpool. He thrust forward again, hearing a howling cry of pain 
rip from the grimaced lips of the daughter's mouth, and his cock tingled 
with renewed fire. .He would cum soon, and into her lovely, once proudly 
virginal little buttocks. That would be the ultimate subjugation! Ohhhh, the 
Stalker women were going to earn that tape the hard way! Ohhhh! 

Patty dug her nails into her palms and bit her lower lip as the pain in her 
rectal passage tinued the cruel fucking of her anus, an odd mixture of 
stimulation and delight joined in, and she began to feel that his rape 
wasn't as painful as it had been when he'd first thrust his cock in her. The 
constant pumping was now mere discomfort, and she felt strangely wet and 
excited back between her buttocks and throbbing vaginal lips below-the agony 
was starting to be weirdly pleasurable to her! She tried to concentrate on 
this perverted response of hers, but Figueres thrust a buttock-splitting 
jolt into her just then, and astonished, the girl found that her rectum 
squirmed consciously back oh his fleshy shaft, heaving and undulating her 
body in tiny, welcoming circles. 

The young teenager couldn't halt the maddening excitement which was now 
permeating her whole body, and she began to mumble unintelligibly, wriggling 
her thighs salaciously back against his pummeling cock, unable to comprehend 
what was seething through her nerves, and too benumbed by her unquenchable 
lust-fire to question it. She could feel the increasing wetness in the 
crevice of her buttocks and try as she might, she couldn't feel that initial 
pain any longer, and she dropped her shoulders to the bed, pressing her 
firmly rounded young breasts hard down into the mattress and raising her 
buttocks higher in the air so that the hungrily surging penis could fuck up 
into her heaving rectum harder and deeper. 

Bret Figueres, seeing the young teenage daughter of the woman he had just 
fucked, obscenely accepting his cruel impalement of her anal tunnel, was 
drawn on like an infused satyr. He watched her beautiful young profile as 
the daughter's complexion flushed to a heated crimson and her blonde hair 
was strewn over her head as she unabashedly shook her head from side to 
side, teeth bared, her breasts jiggling. She was his! A slave, submitting to 
his will! He reached down and pulled the soft, pliant cheeks of her thinly 
perspiring buttocks apart and drove his cock into her with hard, ramming 
jerks, his aching testicles slapping against her quivering skin with flat, 
resounding whaps, heavy with the seed which had to be emptied soon or would 
split his balls in half from the excruciatingly delightful pleasure. 

Patty Stalker was crooning now, her mind filled with the horrible delights 
billowing from her cock-filled rectum, and she gyrated her pelvis against 
Figueres' hardness in an almost insane effort to widen herself for him, and 
she rested her arms on the bed, her beautiful light-haired pussy wet and 
glistening now. Vivian could see all of its long, pink slit from her teenage 
daughter's excitedly quivering little clitoris to her writhing buttocks 
where the blackmailing man was splitting them with his hard, pumping cock, 
his hands holding her buttocks apart with his urgent and spasming fingers 
while he ground his thick, sensitive shaft into the defenselessly upturned 
anus, his heavy balls pulsing in erotic view. Her now dually fucked mother 
continued to watch the lewd sodomizing of her child, and the fear, guilt, 
and hatreds were pushed out of her mind entirely, replaced by only one 
burning emotion-desire. Dear God, she was beginning to enjoy the sight of 
the depraved attack on her youngster's nakedly working little anus! Her 
belly churned and a tremendous wave of sensual excitement inundated her, and 
oh God-how could she not enjoy it! 

Vivian could not contain any longer the slightest vestige of her own 
resistance, and seething with new-found passion, she rode the hammering 
prick of the first young boy, Claude, while mewling as she sucked 
spasmodically the hot, hard penis of the second boy, Larry Jensen, as if she 
was some pagan horsewoman astride a racing steed, proud and haughty and 
determined. She heaved herself with increasing fury up and down the virile 
young cock filling her steaming cunt, her hips undulating madly, 
frantically, her left hand dipping between her legs to caress Claude's balls 
as they slammed against her smooth, moistly splayed thighs. Jensen's fingers 
were cruel and merciless as he leaned forward and clutched her swinging 
breasts, squeezing her nipples painfully with thumb and forefinger until she 
thought she would cry out in delight. Sweat streamed off them all as they 
all neared their bursting points. 

Patty stared at her mother in return, the tingling heat swirling through her 
cock-impaled anus almost too much to bear. She moved her left hand down 
under her, along her heaving belly and across her saturated pubic mound to 
the quivering button of her hotly pulsating clitoris. The girl rubbed her 
forefinger faster and faster over the tiny bud, feeling the spiraling heat 
of her climax approaching at a rapid pace now as new waves of desire from 
her own finger-fucking coursed through her. Faster and faster she rubbed her 
cunt, and faster and faster her hips churned against the moaning, panting 
Figueres who was fucking mercilessly, yet beautifully, into her rectum while 
she could see her own, loving mother being double-fucked wildly between the 
twin swollen cocks of the two younger boys. 

A smile-a different kind of smile than she'd had before-crossed the girl's 
lips, a smile for only her mother, a smile which told more than a thousand 
words. The mute message was seen by Vivian and understood: like mother, like 
daughter-and in that instant they were not only physically naked to each 
other, but soul-naked as well. It was all out in the open now, and they knew 
what they were, what they had always been deep in their hearts, and would 
always be from this night on. And they both knew it was all right, that 
whatever they did together would be accepted and enjoyed and returned, and 
nothing could ever come between them ever again. And so, released of mental 
pressures, the lovely mother and her young daughter abandoned themselves to 
the enticing pleasures of the three hard driving male penises which were 
sunk deep up in their mouth, cunt, and rectum and offering them so much 
pleasure. They strove pantingly for their orgasms, the heat and rapture 
building in their loins with intense headiness. Then- 

The boy named Claude cried out in a high howl, "I'm cumminggggg! Ahhhh!" He 
heaved to meet the pistoning of Vivian's hungrily working cunt as the first 
white-hot jets of his sticky white semen burst along his urethra tubes and 
filled the mother's tightly clasping womb to the overflowing. The fiery 
liquid gushed warm back against her cervix, commingling with her own rising 
orgasmic juices and the many earlier ejaculations of Figueres, flowing 
around his wildly jerking rod and making limpid pools of shining white 
fluids on the bedspread below her spastically quivering vagina. The mother 
felt the boiling jets of his cum, and the jerking of his penis as it 
ejaculated, and she thudded ever harder back against the boy, sucking 
demoniacally the cock in her mouth. Larry Jensen's hard, thickened rod 
disappeared into a strange, lengthening fusion with her face as he drove 
with hollowing buttocks, sinking his cock far into her mouth until his 
course pubic hair was pressed tight against her nose, his testicles dancing 
lewdly beneath as his own climax spurted out of his balls like a 
thundercloud out of the sky. 

And suddenly, the boy popped his cock from between her hungrily sucking 
lips, holding the huge, desire-inflated head about two inches away from her 
still widely ovaled mouth. Before she could protest, or close her 
desperately searching lips over his cock again, it spewed its hot, burning 
semen directly into the open cavern of her cheeks, the thick, quick spurts 
streaming from the eye of the tip like milk from a cow's udder, filling her 
waiting mouth to the brim. Vivian swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose 
any of it as her Adam's apple bobbed greedily in a desperate attempt to keep 
up with the throbbing ejaculations. Larry Jensen groaned at the obscene 
picture of the mother's self-inflicted humiliation below, and then his prick 
shot out a last, thin stream of semen and a thin string of whiteness ran 
from his penis to her glistening wet lips. As he watched wide-eyed, Vivian 
desperately moved forward to take his deflating shaft once more in her 
mouth, and he saw her spasm as her own orgasm hit her in a blinding flash. 
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned rapturously. 

"Fuck back!" Figueres screamed at Patty. "Fuck back harder!" 

"Ohhhhhh," the girl hissed wantonly as her mother's lover sodomized her 
mercilessly beneath him. "Fuck me harder tooooo! Oh God, fuck me harder!" 

Her lewd response was too much for him! Figueres threw back his head and 
yelled: "I'm there! Ohhhhh!" He thrust his cock's full length into her 
wide-stretched anus and his body convulsed, his mouth hanging slack, his 
vision clouded as he clawed at her buttocks with harsh, grasping fingers, 
pulling her moist, fevered crevice even farther apart to receive the total 
blast of his cumming. 

Patty felt the raging torrents of his sperm splash deep up into the hungrily 
welcoming depths of her open rectum, surging through her desire-wrenched 
body with the force of a fire hose, and the delectable sensation set off her 
own climax-a climax which made her cream out her spiraling pinnacle of 
release in a vast flow of rising female juices. They mingled wildly out 
around her splayed vaginal slit with his sperm, and dribbled out and down 
her smooth inner thighs. And beside her, her mother saw how she was being 
torn asunder by her orgastic upheaval, and Vivian thought to herself that 
this was her daughter's moment, that the man who had fucked her earlier that 
evening was now shooting his warm, wet load of male semen into her darling 
child's anus, and this thought made Vivian lightheaded with bliss. So good 
... so good.. . . 

They all lay panting and sighing, half-comatose from their fantastic 
releases. Patty was sprawled across the loins and chest of Bret Figueres, 
her own slim, but well-shaped young legs wide apart, a tempting view of her 
young pussy gleaming in the overhead lights. Vivian managed to crawl over 
the two boys and reach her daughter, and she took the child tenderly in her 
arms. 

"Patty, I love you," she murmured. 

"I love you too, Mother," the teenager crooned, and she fondly kissed the 
nipple of one still quivering breast. "We'll never be apart." 

"Yes, my child...." 

They lay resting, re-gathering their strength, and the two of them knew that 
the night was not over yet-that the games they would indulge in would go on. 
It was only a matter of who would make the first move to start things again, 
and they smiled at one another, looking forward to the next two weeks as 
they slaved to pay for that tape. They were both sure that in the end, 
they'd succeed, now that they were working together as a team. 

 CHAPTER 9 

Vivian Stalker was soaking in a tub of hot, soapy water, drowsily letting 
the morning pass. She slid languorously under the water, glad to be back in 
Connecticut even though her stay in Majorca had been so eventful and 
pleasant. No place like home, she thought dreamily.. . . 

Her reverie was interrupted by Patty, who entered the bathroom without 
knocking. She was smiling mischievously, her golden hair uncombed and her 
face heavy from sleeping. Nakedly, she padded to the tub and sat down on the 
rim, crossing her bare legs. 

"Good morning, darling," Vivian said. "Sleep well?" 

"Mmmmmm. How's your bath?" 

"Heavenly," the mother sighed. 

"I'll scrub your back, if you'll let me get in too," her impishly smiling 
daughter said, standing. Vivian looked up at her girl's taut young breasts 
as Patty yawned and stretched her arms over her head unashamedly, and a 
fever overtook the woman as she had to admit she loved Patty like this, with 
her trembling thighs and pink vagina provocatively uncovered. Since that 
fateful night in the young man, named Larry Jensen's, hotel room, they had 
both been free to explore and find new paths for their devotion to one 
another, neither of them saddled with false moralities or guilts, and they 
had promised one another that is how it would continue-with a little prudent 
care to avoid being discovered. 

The lovely teenager climbed into the tub and began to tantalizingly scrub 
her mother's back with the sponge, then moved around to tease Vivian's 
throbbing breasts and tweak her nipples. "You have that tape, Mother?" 

"Uhhuh. Bret gave it to me just before we boarded the plane. It's in my 
purse in the bedroom." 

"Good," Patty said in a hushed tone. "After the bath, why don't we go in 
there and listen to it? You know how excited it gets me to hear you and him 
fucking." She giggled and soaped harder, down in the triangle of her 
mother's cunt. "Then we can show that old bastard just what fucking is all 
about. Larry bought me a penis made out of hardwood as a going-away present. 
It's carved and everything, and has a little bulb at the end so I can squirt 
you full of warm milk when you cum, just like the real thing. He calls it a 
"dildo." You think you'd like that?" 

"Anything that you'd like, darling," Vivian said with a stirring of her 
loins. "Anything that would please you...." 

"That would please me, Mother. I'd like to fuck you." 

"Forever, Patty." 

"Yes, mother, forever and ever...." 


THE END
