The Inquisitive Daughter
by Greg Nillson 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Here comes Mr. Stanton," commented Wanda, the cleaning lady, leaning on her 
mop and nudging her co-worker, George, who was busily occupied with emptying 
the ashtrays next to the company elevator. "He's such a nice man, and so 
pleasant to everybody!" 

"Hell, Wanda, I could be pleasant, too, with his dough. You got any idea 
what that guy makes a year?" grumbled the perpetually discontented George in 
reply. 

"Oh, now you're being mean! Mr. Stanton has his troubles too, y'know. 
Imagine bringing up that lovely daughter of his all by himself after his 
dear wife passed away!" 

"Now y'got somethin' there. I'd be a lot pleasanter if my ol' lady passed 
away and I had a good looking broad like his daughter around the house." 

"George! Now I was talking with old Mister Matthews once while I was 
cleaning his office, and he told me that Mr. Stanton made his success in the 
good old-fashioned American way, worked his way through school, never ran 
around with the ladies, was always honest ..." 

"Yeah, he's a friggin' Abraham Lincoln and he's only vice-president for 
sales," objected George, having listened to Tom Stanton's virtues for more 
years than he cared to recall. "Now let's take young Mister Bart Matthews, 
who happens to be president of this here company even if his old man still 
hangs around the office. Young Matthews flunks out of school, runs around 
with ladies who ain't exactly ladies, and is about half as honest as I am, 
which ain't very! And he makes twice what Stanton makes an' nobody shits on 
him either the way they do on your buddy Stanton. Now that's what I call the 
good old-fashioned way!" 

"Hush, here he comes!" warned the cleaning lady, energetically running her 
mop over the smooth marble floors of the Matthews Building Materials 
Corporation while her colleague unenthusiastically swept out the elevator. 

"Morning Wanda," Tom Stanton greeted them pleasantly. "And how's that 
beautiful wife of yours, George?" 

"Good morning, Mr. Stanton," the two employees chorused simultaneously as 
the executive stepped onto the elevator. "Very fine, thank you," 

"He's still very young-looking and handsome too," sighed Wanda as the 
elevator doors closed and the vice-president for sales disappeared from 
sight. "Imagine, living alone when he could have almost any woman he wanted! 
But he seems to be happy anyway. Did ya' notice the way he smiled at us?" 

"I dunno what he's got to smile about," grumbled George, still unsatisfied. 
"You heard that sales are down another couple a' points?" 

* * * 

No, Wanda had not heard, but the Board of Directors was fully informed on 
the matter and very worried, since things were steadily getting slightly 
worse instead of better with the Matthews Building Materials Corporation (of 
MBM. as it was called in the business). Mr. Matthews Senior, who had retired 
from the presidency of the company to become Chairman of the Board of 
Directors, thought it was just a downward trend which would correct itself 
with time, but his son was of a distinctly different opinion. 

Part of the secret of Tom Stanton's success in life came from the fact that 
he looked so much like what he was supposed to be: an honest corporation 
executive, the type of guy who wanted to treat customers fairly and hang 
onto them, soft-spoken, well-mannered and handsome. At forty-five, his hair 
was greying dramatically and Tom had taken to wearing it slightly longer 
than was customary, largely because of his daughter's insistence that it was 
square these days to have short hair. Milly, in fact had become the central 
interest in Stanton's life since the death of his wife a decade before. 
Deciding not to re-marry immediately, the executive had gone to enormous 
personal expense to make sure that the girl lacked for nothing, spending all 
his free time with her and working hard to assure himself that she developed 
into a proper decent young woman. The years since his wife's death had gone 
by quickly, and other women had ceased to play much of a role in his life; 
he thought about getting married again someday, but the right woman never 
seemed to present herself and the gossips in his office had just about given 
up on him as a possible source of good juicy stories. As he walked into the 
Board room, Stanton squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and reminded 
himself one last time not to lose his temper when young Bart Matthews went 
into his act. "Young" Matthews was well into his forties, about the same age 
as Tom himself, but he would be regarded as a kid until his elderly father 
died, and as far as Tom was concerned, he still behaved like the spoiled 
brat he had been twenty years ago when the two of them had gone to work for 
the old man. Tom knew he was going to get a working over today, there was no 
question about that; the important thing was to keep calm and hang on to his 
principles at all cost. 

"It's not that the bottom has fallen out," Bart Matthews was proclaiming to 
the Board as Stanton entered. "But we lose a couple of percentage points to 
the competition every time we balance the books. If something isn't done to 
correct this trend, we are going to have some angry stockholders on our 
backs before long." 

"I'd like to hear Tom's ideas on the subject." said the old man, his voice 
gone soft with age. "Sit down, Tom." 

"Yeah, tell us why your boys aren't out there hustling the product anymore," 
sneered Matthews Junior accusingly. "We're all listening!" 

Tom ignored him and deliberately lighted a filter cigarette to calm his 
nerves while he considered an appropriate answer to this insulting question. 

"My boys are hustling as much as they ever were," he replied slowly. "I 
think our problem lies in the declining quality of the product. I passed the 
old Jenkins School the other day, the one we built just after the War, and 
the building looks like it'll stand there forever, yet some of the projects 
we've sold cement for in the last couple of years are already starting to 
look like they're ready for the wrecker. We've cheapened our product so much 
that it's no better than the stuff the competition makes." 

"Exactly my point!" Matthews Junior shouted across the table at him. "If the 
products are the same, the difference is salesmanship, which is where we're 
falling down! We haven't changed our sales techniques since 1945 and it's a 
whole new ball game these days." 

"Salesmanship can't be substituted for quality," Tom argued back, trying to 
keep the irritation out of his voice. "My salesmen are all competent men, 
known and respected in this community and builders are always coming to us 
for technical advice. And then we have to try to sell them cement that falls 
apart in a couple of years, so they take our free advice and buy their 
cement some place else! We were the leaders in this business for twenty 
years until we started saving money on quality and dumping it into cheap 
advertisement!" 

The young Bart Matthews snarled at this direct challenge to his authority, 
glaring angrily at his vice-president. Everyone knew that Matthews would 
have gotten rid of Tom years ago, had his father permitted it, and the 
expensive new advertising campaign had been the president's own idea. 

"I think we're losing sight of the basic point," the president reminded 
everyone, keeping his temper under control with an obvious show of 
difficulty. "Our competitors are out giving the client the old hard sell and 
we can't afford to do any differently. Now take the Madison Cement Works, 
for example, when they entertain a customer, he gets the works: girls, 
booze, maybe a little something under the table, anything he wants. How can 
we hold out against competition like that? It's a new business, Tom, and 
unless we get with it, we're going under!" 

"Are you suggesting I hire a bunch of prostitutes to sell cement?" Stanton 
snapped flatly, looking his opponent straight in the eye. 

"The Madison bunch are hustling a lot of cement, Tom, and if that's what we 
have to do to make our sales index start rising again, then that's what we 
should do. I don't want to know about it, of course. Sales are your 
department." 

"I refuse to stoop to that kind of merchandising," Stanton replied evenly. 
"No matter what happens to the sales index. I remember when this firm was 
famous for square dealing." 

"Son, Tom's good reputation is one of the mainstays of this corporation," 
objected the old man, coming to Stanton's rescue. "Folks trust him in these 
parts and if he starts getting involved in that kind of business, we'll lose 
our business and our self-respect, too." 

"Yeah, we can talk about our self-respect when we file for bankruptcy," 
growled Matthews Junior menacingly, looking across the mahogany table at his 
long-time rival with genuine dislike. "All I've got to say is this: if we 
don't start scoring some touch-downs, I'm gonna make some changes in the 
line-up! Do it anyway you find acceptable to your delicate morals, Stanton, 
but get those sales moving!" 

* * * 

God, what a day! Tom Stanton complained to himself as he maneuvered the big 
company car through the heavy six o'clock traffic towards his spacious and 
comfortable home in an exclusive suburb of town. Damn Matthews anyway! With 
his father sitting right there, he dares to suggest we use call girls to 
sell products! Well, I'm too old to start pimping for a living now! 

And you're also too old to get another job, he reminded himself soberly, 
pulling out to avoid a kid on a motorscooter and thinking of how difficult 
it would be if he were to lose his job with MBM. At forty-five, he would 
have to work like mad to get another position, probably at half the salary. 
The mortgage on their luxurious new home would fall through and Milly's 
college education might be cut short. His whole life would be changed . . . 

But everybody else in town was using girls! Matthews had been perfectly 
right on that score, and Stanton knew from personal experience what a 
depraved, insidious business it was. There had been the time when he had 
gone as the MBM representative to the building materials convention in 
Chicago, under orders to dig up some cheaper sources of raw materials. A lot 
of buyers had attended the convention and he had gone about his business 
intelligently, visiting - everyone who was competing for his business, 
studying samples and making careful notes. That night at the party he had 
met the girl . . . 

"Hey Tom, are you leaving already?" she called to him as he slipped on his 
coat and hunted around for his umbrella. Stanton had smiled back at the 
woman, trying to remember when and where they had been introduced. Certainly 
this was not a woman one was likely to forget easily: she had the voluptuous 
body of a Greek goddess who has somehow miraculously come to life and 
stepped down off her pedestal, wearing a short, form-fitting party dress 
which barely hid her high-set, well rounded breasts, the fabric thin enough 
to reveal the tiny protuberant nipples swaying temptingly as she moved. 

"Yeah, got a big day tomorrow," he apologized, not remembering who she was 
and deciding that he had already drunk one drink too many. Obviously they 
had been introduced at some point during the evening or she would not have 
known his name. 

"So do I. Could you drop me off at my place? The city isn't safe for a woman 
at night. " 

When the taxi arrived at the door of her apartment, the girl - whose name 
turned out to be Laura - decided that it was not even safe for a girl to 
enter her apartment alone, and she persuaded Stanton to dismiss the cab and 
come up for a night cap. Tom was not a naive man and the meaning of her 
invitation was perfectly clear to him, but he shrugged his shoulders and 
followed her into the attractive apartment. After all, he reminded himself. 
You've been living without a woman for almost ten years now. You're single 
and not bad-looking for a grey-haired forty-five year old executive. Why not 
have a little fun when the opportunity presents itself? 

And the opportunity presented itself almost immediately. As soon as the door 
closed behind them, the girl melted into his arms, pressing her lush young 
body against his and offering her wetly parted lips to be kissed. Tom felt 
his desire coming alive again after all the years of deprivation and he 
returned her kiss passionately, his tongue snaking agilely into her open 
mouth. The sharp full tips of her widely spaced breasts were jutting firmly 
into his chest and the protruding mound of her pussy beneath her thin dress 
was rubbing directly and sensuously against his jerking, slowly awakening 
penis. 

A little rusty from lack of practice, he fumbled with the zipper on the back 
of her dress, drawing it slowly down to the small of her back just above the 
soft rise of her smoothly rounded buttocks. Laura was wasting no time, her 
own hands diving boldly into his groin where she fondled his long stiffening 
cock with expert fingers until the corporation executive thought he was 
going to go straight out of his mind with simple lust. Tom had not been this 
excited in years and he felt his body trembling with passion as he slipped 
the flimsy mini-dress off the girl's milk-white shoulders and let it fall to 
the floor, leaving her sensually ripened body cold only in a tiny 
transparent pair of panties. With amazing speed, his own clothing seemed to 
melt off his body and within another moment, the two of them were writhing 
nakedly together on the bed, their hands all over each other's bodies. 

"Oh Tom!" she gasped hungrily. "This has never happened to me before . . . I 
mean . . . I just saw you there at the party and the most incredible feeling 
came over me . . . 

But her words were interrupted as the wildly excited man flung his hard 
athletic body down on top of her warm nakedness and squirmed between her 
outstretched legs, his massively erect cock already stiff and ready for 
action, and his tongue spearing wetly down into her throat. The eagerly 
willing girl responded with all the lascivious energy in her voluptuous 
young body, thrusting her pelvis wantonly up at him and using the fingers of 
both hands to spread apart the palpitating, hair-lined lips of her pussy. 
Her ripely firm breasts cushioning his chest, Laura jackknifed her knees up 
as high as she could to open her wetly waiting cunt to him even farther, 
using one of her hands to pull his eagerly erected cock into the soft 
moistness of her fiery young pussy. 

"Ahhhhhhhh!" she moaned in pure happiness as his lust-stiffened penis came 
skewering into her already lubricated vagina, plunging with one smooth 
powerful stroke all the way to the sensitive tip of her cervix. 

But Stanton had been out of practice too long, and with a feeling of despair 
he knew in a minute that he was not going to be able to sustain this wildly 
exciting pace much longer. Jerking spastically in and out of her softly 
clasping cunt, he could feel his churning hot sperm begin to gather deep 
inside his over-stimulated body, preparing to rush through the narrow 
passageway of his frantically jerking cock embedded deep into the welcoming 
depths of this strange woman's body. No sooner had the thought entered his 
mind, than it began to happen to him! Inexorably, his hot sticky sperm 
flooded out of his balls, his madly pumping cock spurting as he ejaculated 
violently into her with the young girl groaning as the hot searing cum 
filled her wetly quivering cunt to overflowing. 

He feared that she was disappointed in him and unsatisfied, but she gave no 
sign of it; and she lovingly rolled him over onto his back, covering his 
sweating torso with wet hungry kisses. Bit by bit, Laura's moistly warm 
mouth dropped lower and lower until he felt her wetly searching lips invade 
his groin and begin gently kissing the limply deflated rod of his penis. No 
one had ever done this to him before, and the executive's mind almost went 
into orbit as he felt her take his soft exhausted cock between her gently 
nibbling lips and nurse it carefully and persistently back to life. 

The two of them went on all night, hardly speaking to one another in their 
hurry to cram as much love-making as possible into the hours before dawn. 
Just before sunrise, they drifted off into a tired happy sleep, and when Tom 
awoke, he realized he was already late for his first appointment. 

"Oh Lord," he groaned, not really too distressed over the situation. "Right 
now I'm supposed to be talking about cement to the president of the Billings 
Company!" 

Instantly, the girl was in his arms, pressing her erect little nipples 
temptingly into his chest, her hands once again caressing his long sluggish 
penis into activity. 

"Darling, forget about the Billings people," she cooed at him softly. "We 
can take care of you from now on. " 

"Who is 'we'?" Tom demanded in confusion. 

"You silly thing! I told you last night I worked for J. L. Farber and 
Company! How could you possibly think of going to those terrible people at 
Billings after all that's happened between us?" 

"I ... I didn't realize . . . " Stanton stammered, trying to get his keen 
businessman's mind working again after this depraved night of sexuality. 
"But the Farber Company . . . your prices are way too high, and the stuff 
you sell is second-rate! I can get a much better deal for my company almost 
anywhere else!" 

"Forget about your silly company, darling and think about yourself," she 
urged him, running her softly tantalizing lips down his chest towards his 
hard erect penis. "Sign a contract with us and we'll take care of you, baby, 
and Laura's available anytime you come to town. We keep our customers happy 
and our stuff may be second-rate, but I'm not!" 

Suddenly Tom shook his head and realized that he had been conned in the 
worst possible way. This woman had toyed with his emotions, prostituting 
herself happily for the good of the Farber Company, and the fantastic night 
they had spent together had been just another day in the office as far as 
she was concerned. 

"I'm sorry," he announced stiffly, pushing her firmly away and reaching for 
his pants. "I have an appointment with the Billings people this morning, and 
I'd better get over there because I expect to sign a contract with them!" 

"You'd better think twice," she flared angrily, finally showing her true 
personality. "We had some pictures taken last night while you were enjoying 
yourself with little Laura in this bed. Sign with us or Mrs. Stanton is 
going to get a very interesting photograph album delivered to her!" 

"You're almost ten years late," Tom informed her sadly as he knotted his tie 
and prepared to leave. "Mrs. Stanton is dead and I can't think of anyone 
else who'd be impressed with your dirty pictures. " 

* * * 

Stanton suddenly became conscious of the fact that the traffic light had 
changed from red to green and the cars behind him were angrily blowing their 
horns. Rapidly, he shifted the big car into gear and moved forward, shaking 
his head to drive away the thought of that unpleasant experience. To think 
that he had been on the verge of proposing marriage to Laura! What madness! 
Imagine bringing a vicious depraved woman like that home to be a mother to 
Milly! 

The roads were clearer once Tom Stanton passed the city limits and he 
lighted a cigarette and tried to relax for the last few miles to his home, 
wondering if his daughter would be there to greet him. For years he had been 
in the habit of racing home after his day's work was done to spend the 
evening with Milly, taking her to shows, listening to her latest 
long-playing record or simply sitting in front of the fire talking. Now he 
recognized sadly all that was changing. As a freshman student at the local 
college, Milly had homework to occupy her most days and - although Tom found 
it difficult to accept - she occasionally went out for the evening with some 
young man. As an intelligent up-to-date parent, Stanton realized that soon 
she would be settling down with one boy and ultimately getting married. Then 
she would leave him forever, stopping back on occasional Sunday afternoons 
to visit "Grandpa" and show him the kids. His son-in-law would pretend to 
listen to his opinions on politics and borrow money from him. And he would 
be alone. 

But his mood of unhappiness passed abruptly the moment he pulled into his 
alleyway and saw that Milly's beat-up old car was parked in front of the 
garage. His daughter was at home, which meant that they would have dinner 
together and possibly have time for a quiet chat before she plunged into her 
evening activities with her customary adolescent vigor. He opened the door 
and walked in, tossing his briefcase on the desk in the study and started up 
the stairs to his bedroom to freshen up for dinner. 

Halfway up the stairs, he froze as a figure appeared unexpectedly before 
him. It was a young woman, tall and blonde dressed only in a flimsy 
see-through brassiere and a pair of equally inadequate panties. She was 
standing at the door of the bathroom, speaking to Milly and obviously 
unaware of his presence. Tom was staggered for a moment, knowing he should 
do something to spare her from embarrassment and yet wondering who on earth 
she could possibly be. The girl was positively voluptuous, with unusually 
large, lust-inciting breasts, and yet her waist was slender and tapered, 
giving her the earth shaking appearance of one of those girls one sees in 
the center of a man's magazine. 

"I better get fixed up before your old man comes home," she was saying 
nonchalantly to Milly who was apparently in her bedroom. "Should I wear 
something sexy?" 

"A little bit but not too much," came Milly's cautioning voice. "Daddy's not 
as modern as he thinks he is, and we don't want to scare him." 

"I'll put on that blue miniskirt," decided the unknown young woman as she 
headed into the bathroom. "It shows a little bit but not enough to upset the 
old-timer." And then the apparition disappeared. 

Tom Stanton got a grip on his nerves and tiptoed back down the stairs, 
heading immediately for his study, where he fixed himself a quick drink. 
What on earth is happening here? he asked himself in confusion. What kind of 
girl is this anyway, and what is she doing in my home running around in her 
underwear? 

His questions were due to be answered shortly when the two girls knocked at 
his study. Milly, dark-skinned and black-haired entered first, leading the 
other girl by the hand. 

"Dad, I want you to meet my friend Glenda. Glenda, this is Dad." 

Glenda smiled easily and stepped forward to shake hands with Tom Stanton 
while the man's eyes widened with surprise as he took in the scene before 
him. The girl's dress was shorter than anything he had ever allowed Milly to 
wear, and she filled it completely, the tops of her proudly up thrust 
breasts clearly visible; and when she bent slightly to sit down, his 
staggered eyes took in a great deal more of her fleshy young breasts than 
just the tops. Her smoothly tapered thighs were almost completely exposed as 
she casually crossed her legs and lit a .cigarette. She was stunning, even 
though she could not have been a day over twenty, and Tom felt his heart 
quickening. 

The story came out very quickly. Glenda was in Milly's class at the college, 
and was running into money problems since her parents lived in another city 
and could not afford to do more than pay her tuition. In as much as the 
Stanton's had this big beautiful house and there were only two people living 
in it, Milly had decided that it would be a splendid idea for Glenda to come 
and live with them. The new girl could help with the dinner and the washing 
up and generally make herself useful to earn her keep, and it would be - as 
far as Milly was concerned - fun to have a girl friend around the house. 

Tom Stanton was torn by indecision as he considered the idea. No, it's 
obviously impossible, he told himself. For one thing, the presence of this 
gorgeous creature who was young enough to be his daughter around the house 
was liable to keep him in a permanent state of agitation, particularly if 
she made a habit of running around half-dressed. Also, she seemed tough and 
sophisticated beyond her years and, like any parent, Tom worried about the 
effect she might have on Milly's morals. His daughter had always been a good 
girl, and if she could hold out just a couple more years, she would be ready 
to marry . . . and then his worries would be over. But in the meantime, 
nineteen was a dangerous age for girls, especially when they possessed his 
daughter's quiet, winsome beauty and poise. Milly was a prize for some very 
worthy young man, and Stanton had been trying for years to insure that this 
prize would be delivered in prime condition. All things considered, the 
intelligent answer could only be no. That was the "intelligent answer", but 
his real answer came right from the gut. 

"Yes," he told them hesitantly. "I guess it would be okay . . . welcome to 
our house, Glenda." 

"Thanks, Tom," she told him brightly, inviting herself boldly to the use of 
his first name. "I'll try not to be any trouble." 

CHAPTER TWO 

Goddamnit, he really doesn't like me, Glenda was thinking as Tom Stanton 
nodded curtly to her on the way out to the car. For two weeks now I've been 
smiling at him as pretty as I can and fixing his coffee the way Milly says 
he likes it, and all I get are growls and nasty looks for my troubles. I 
wonder why? 

One thing is for sure; whether he likes me or not, this is the kind of life 
for old Glenda, the girl continued to think as she wandered through the 
elegant house. The maid picks up your clothes and washes them; I've got my 
own bathroom for the first time in my life, and a bed which is too soft to 
be true. Milly and her Dad eat like kings and that liquor closet is up to my 
standards. The folks back on the farm should see their daughter now! But 
I've got to solidify my position around here and make that old bastard like 
me by hook or by crook so I can stay here at least until I finish college. 

There were some very solid reasons why Tom Stanton was beginning to regret 
his decision to allow Glenda to become a permanent guest in their home. For 
one thing, the girl was definitely about a decade ahead of Milly in 
sophistication and worldliness; and in two weeks, Tom had already begun to 
detect the change in his daughter's behavior. A few days ago, he had caught 
her smoking a cigarette, but since he and Glenda both smoked, he had hardly 
been able to make a scene over this minor issue. Another time he had invaded 
Glenda's bathroom early one morning looking for razor blades and found 
instead a complete pharmacy of birth control equipment. The executive did 
not particularly care what Glenda did with her life, and if she wanted to 
have pre-marital sexual relations with men, that was her business. But as a 
parent, Stanton knew that the availability of birth control equipment would 
take the terror out of pre-marital sex for Milly as well, and who knew where 
that could lead? 

And, worst of all, Glenda seemed to regard him as a member of her own family 
and did not bother to cover herself adequately in his presence. She appeared 
routinely at breakfast with merely a flimsy dressing gown thrown over her 
nakedness, and when she bent over him to pour the coffee, the top buttons on 
the gown nearly always gave way under the stress of her ripe young breasts, 
treating him to the sight of her high perky nipples dangling tantalizingly 
above his cream and sugar. Tom Stanton was not anti-sex, not by a long shot, 
but Glenda was not being seductive or deliberately sexy since half the time 
her hair was still in curlers and last night's mascara was still smeared on 
her cheeks. No, she was just unconscious of him, probably thinking he was by 
now too old to have any sexual instincts left and therefore not someone she 
had to worry about. 

And, inevitably, she and Milly had begun to swap clothing despite the fact 
that Glenda was decidedly bigger in the breasts than Milly. Stanton liked 
looking at extreme miniskirts on other men's daughters, but he did not 
appreciate the same sight when a member of his family was concerned. But, 
once again, he could hardly object to a dress worn by Milly if it belonged 
to Glenda without hurting the other girl's feelings. It was an impossible 
situation! 

Disgruntled, Stanton parked his car in the space reserved for him behind the 
MBM Corporation Building and went up to his office to find a note on his 
desk asking him to stop by and see Bart Matthews. I wonder what the boy 
genius has got on his small but active mind today, he grumbled to himself, 
but Bart was the president of this company and Tom dutifully walked down the 
hall to his colleague's office. Bart's good looking secretary nodded at him 
casually as he entered, hardly looking up from the more important task of 
doing her nails. She doesn't have to worry about making a good impression on 
me, Stanton meditated bitterly, she can't type and she can't file and she 
can't take dictation, but she goes out with Matthews Junior a couple of 
times a week and manages to keep him happy in her own special way. 

"Ah, come in Tom," Bart Matthews interrupted his sullen contemplation of the 
secretary. "We've got a few things to talk about." 

"Let me guess! You want us to offer a pound of heroin with every ton of 
cement we sell?" 

"Tom, if you can sell cement by giving away heroin, then do it by all 
means," smiled Matthews grimly. "Glad to see you're finally getting the 
point. Look, my father has just left for Florida, so I've got him off my 
back for a couple of months and I want to see if I can't do something about 
the sales while he's away. Before he left, the old man delivered another one 
of his lectures about how your reputation is the mainstay of the company and 
all that bullshit, and he gave me an idea. Okay, you're Mr. Clean around 
here so let's use that reputation. I want you to give some parties in that 
big splendid house of yours and invite some of the people we should be 
selling to, but aren't. A little booze, maybe, some good times out there, 
possibly a girl or two and ..." 

Tom flared. "Ah! Besides becoming a pimp myself, you now want me to turn my 
home into a brothel!" 

"Stanton, I don't mean you have to let them screw in your bedroom, just 
entertain them in your house. You never mix socially with your clients 
anyway, and that's part of your job as Sales Manager." 

"And where am I supposed to find the girls? Can you picture me walking the 
streets looking for shady ladies who look like they could hustle a little 
cement? This business turns my stomach!" 

"All right, all right! I'll find the girls, you just provide the house, and 
naturally your expenses come out of the advertising budget. As far as the 
girls are concerned, that little bitch of a secretary of mine has had it too 
easy for too long, and maybe we can provide an opportunity for her to prove 
her loyalty to the company. And I know some other gals whose morals aren't 
as stern as yours." 

"Not in my home!" 

"Tom, have you forgotten who co-signed the mortgage with you when you bought 
that pleasure palace? We did. You lose your job and we withdraw our 
security, my friend, and you and Milly will be out on the street. Get smart, 
will you! My father isn't going to live forever, and if you and I aren't 
seeing eye to eye when he goes to his eternal reward, then you are minus a 
job, morals or no morals!" 

The argument endured for another hour and a half, but Tom knew he was losing 
and by the time he walked out past Bart's sluttish secretary (who was still 
doing her nails), they had agreed to hold a party in a week's time, inviting 
all of the big-wigs in the local construction industry. Bart Matthews was 
scheduled to arrive with a couple of young ladies whose morals were somewhat 
less rigid than MBM's cement, and if any of their potential customers felt 
like taking one of them home, Tom had decided that it was hardly his 
responsibility. He would have to invent some kind of story for getting 
Glenda and Milly out of the house that night. 

The rest of the day was spent on the telephone and sending out invitations, 
and by the time the executive arrived at home that night, several hours 
late, he felt tired and angry inside, knowing that he had fought a moral 
battle and lost . . . and had become a poorer man for it. 

Glenda greeted him at the door. 

"Tom! I was getting worried! Did you have a rough day at the office?" 

"Worse than usual," he snapped. "Where's Milly?" 

"She had to go to a meeting of the Library Committee at school. They're 
supposed to have a party afterwards and she said to tell you that she might 
be home a little late." 

"Oh great! Now I have to sit up half the night worrying about her!" 

"Now you don't have to do anything of the kind," Glenda told him as she 
helped him off with his coat. "Milly's a big girl now, Tom. You have to get 
used to the idea. I've got dinner in the oven for you, so why don't you take 
a nice relaxing bath and then come down for something to eat? I'll fix you a 
martini while you're getting your clothes off. 

There was something vaguely seductive about this offer, and Stanton nodded 
uneasily and headed for his bedroom to undress. He still didn't like Glenda 
and wanted her out of the house, but tonight he had other things to worry 
about, and it was comforting to have someone fussing over him after the 
brutal day he had spent at the office. And besides, there were no curlers in 
her hair and her mascara was in place. In fact, his daughter's girl friend 
was looking absolutely smashing with a rather severe high-necked dress which 
emphasized the voluptuous exciting lines of her seductive young figure and 
made her look several years older at the same time. Too bad she thinks I'm 
ninety years old, he daydreamed as he slipped on his dressing gown and 
headed for the bathroom. I could really use a little action tonight. It 
seems like it's been a long time . . . 

In the bathroom, the hot water was running into the tub and an ice-cold 
pitcher of martinis was sitting on the toilet seat. Now this is what I call 
service, Tom sighed, pouring himself a taller than usual glass and settling 
into the warm water. Hmmmmmm, just about the right amount of Vermouth too. 

"Dinner in thirty minutes?" came a soft voice at the door of the bathroom. 

"Sounds great!" Tom responded cheerfully, his worries and problems draining 
away as the alcohol re-invigorated his system. "Better make another pitcher 
of martinis." 

"That sounds really great!" agreed Glenda, her low husky voice a gentle 
purr. 

Maybe I should think about finding myself another wife, Stanton meditated as 
he ran the towel over his lean muscular body and studied himself in the 
mirror. Hell, with my health, I could live for another forty-five years. My 
muscles are still in good shape and my little friend down there doesn't look 
as if he's ready for the grave yet either. How about it, Mister, would you 
like to get back into business? he questioned, feeling slightly drunk and 
more than slightly ridiculous about conducting a serious dialogue with his 
own penis. 

Tom's cock was half-erected and jerking slightly for some reason and he 
abruptly realized that being alone in the house with this gorgeous young 
girl who was almost the same age as his daughter was exciting him against 
his will. Forget it, he reprimanded himself sharply. For one thing, she 
thinks of you as Father Time and furthermore, it would be dishonorable for 
you to make a pass at a young woman who is a guest in your home. 

Down in the kitchen, Glenda was working hard to make sure that this would be 
the finest dinner Tom Stanton had ever eaten. She did not know much about 
cooking, but she had followed several recipes in the cookbook religiously, 
hoping that candles and soft music would make up for whatever the meal 
lacked in quality. 

Stanton appeared, dressed casually in a pair of slacks and a shirt left open 
at the throat, and Glenda appraised him with an expert's eyes. Not bad, she 
thought craftily. Maybe this isn't going to be so painful after all. A guy 
like him must have a hell of a lot of experience in the sack, and if he 
makes little Glenda happy, then he can count on some regular action. But 
like it or not, I've got to get him into bed with me or I'll be out in the 
cold with winter coming on! 

"Would you like some wine with your dinner?" she asked sweetly as Tom sat 
down at his place in the dining room. "After such a hard day, maybe it would 
relax you." 

He agreed and watched as she filled his glass with the white clear liquid, 
feeling his nerves start to settle down once again as soft music wafted in 
from the record player. They chatted lightly over the meal and Stanton 
seemed to enjoy what he was eating despite Glenda's fears about its quality. 

"Ah, that was terrific!" he proclaimed as he finished, pushing himself away 
from the table and lighting Glenda's cigarette for her. 

Now more relaxed, he settled back in his chair and looked at the girl in a 
brand new light. "It's been a long time since I had a romantic dinner with 
wine, candles, and a pretty girl." 

"Oh, you're making yourself older than you are," she chided him. "I bet 
you've got girls tucked away in every corner." 

"Alas, I haven't," Tom confessed honestly. 

"Bringing up Milly has taken a lot of time over the past few years . . . why 
I've even forgotten how to dance!" 

"Now I know you're wrong," she said triumphantly, realizing that this was 
the perfect opening. "Come on, let's try it and I'll tell you whether you've 
forgotten or not." 

She melted instantly into his arms before he had the opportunity to object, 
and Tom felt his head spinning slightly, unable to decide whether this 
uneasiness was caused by all the alcohol he had consumed or the silken 
softness of her fully ripened breasts boldly pushing into his chest. 

Glenda was obviously not a girl who believed in keeping her distance, and 
she spread her legs slightly as they swayed to and fro with the music, 
allowing him to feel the tempting mound 

 of her wetly throbbing pussy as it rubbed insistently against the top of 
his thigh. Hearing him sigh involuntarily, the devious and seductive 18 year 
old blonde shifted her position slightly so that they were dancing belly to 
belly, the softness of her pubic region in direct contact with his thick, 
excited penis. He could feel his rapidly swelling cock jerking inside his 
pants, and Tom's face flushed with embarrassment. 

"Don't be shy," she commanded, pulling him even closer. "I'm not going to 
eat you . . . not yet anyway," and she giggled, letting this lewd joke slip 
out casually as if it were the most normal thing in the world. 

"Oh . . . well ..." he stumbled, not capable of thinking of an appropriate 
response to this lascivious remark. 

"You know, you're a very handsome man," she informed him, looking boldly 
into his face and running her fingers tantalizingly through his salt and 
pepper hair. "I think you've forgotten just how good-looking you are, and 
I'm afraid you've been having kind of an effect on me." 

"Really!" he croaked in surprise. "Well . . . I'm glad I can still have an 
effect on somebody. I don't seem to be able to sell cement anymore." 

"Oh, forget about cement, darling. Just listen to the music and think about 
us. Oh, the wine is going to my head! In another minute, I'm just going to 
be putty in your hands." 

Tom Stanton was not sure who was putty in whose hands just at this moment, 
but he closed his eyes and did as he was told, his hands slipping 
involuntarily lower and lower on the girl's back. Feeling no sign of a 
brassiere strap, an extra thrill of sensual excitement ran through his 
sex-starved body as he realized that the sensually alluring young girl was 
naked beneath her dress. 

"Oh, I'm tired. Let's sit on the couch," she pleaded, and without letting go 
of one another, the couple sank down onto the softness of the sofa, Tom's 
arms still wound tightly around her lust-inciting young figure. Tucking her 
head on his broad muscular shoulder, the girl kissed his neck and brazenly 
dropped her hand to his lap. Tom found himself protesting with unconvincing 
weakness as she began to stroke his now thickly bulging cock through his 
pants. 

"Oh, now I've excited you, Tom," she apologized as if this had all happened 
by accident. "How big and hard you are!" 

"We shouldn't really be doing this," he mumbled uncertainly, not yet fully 
convinced that any of this was really true. 

"Oh, I know we shouldn't but. . . sometimes people can't help themselves," 
she whispered in "his ear, guiding one of his trembling hands to the warm 
fullness of her softly ripened young breasts. "Yes, touch me there, 
darling." 

Stanton did as he was told, feeling like a dirty old man, but unable to 
resist the temptation posed by this sensuous, full-breasted, young woman who 
was so obviously offering him her splendid body. After all, he reasoned with 
himself, with all that contraceptive junk in the medicine cabinet, she must 
know what she's doing. I won't be the first by a long shot, and one more 
wouldn't hurt. But if Milly ever found out.. . 

"Oh Tom, I'm so hot I can hardly stand it," she interrupted his soul 
searching. "I want to take off my clothes now, darling. Please let me." 

Stanton's blood-engorged cock gave a special little jerk at the thought of 
her baring her lushly ripened body to him, and before he could give her 
permission, she had wiggled out of his arms and was standing boldly in front 
of him, silhouetted by the candlelight from the table, her arms reaching 
around behind her to unfasten the back of her long black dress. 

"Sometimes I think you just have to let your instincts take over, don't 
you?" she asked innocently as she slid the silky garment down off of her 
milk-white shoulders and let it hang loosely around her narrow waist, 
exposing to his widened eyes the two most beautifully formed breasts he had 
ever laid eyes on. She was undressing naturally and without embarrassment, 
as if she were alone in her bedroom with no one watching but the mirror on 
the wall. Then, trying to tease just a little, Glenda turned her back on him 
as she bent over to peel off her sheer nylon stockings, and the thin silken 
strip of her panties slipped temptingly into the narrow crevice between her 
smoothly rounded buttocks. She straightened up slowly with the poise of a 
ballet dancer, the full half-moons of her buttocks shimmering in the subdued 
light from the candles. 

Stanton was still a little staggered by this mysterious set of 
circumstances, not quite able | to convince himself that this lovely young I 
blonde intended to give her voluptuous body to I him. She was warm and 
supple and simply dripping with sex, and Stanton squirmed uneasily on the 
couch as he feasted his eyes I upon her nakedly sensual contours and his 
long | hard cock - now enlarged by a powerful; erection - jerked eagerly in 
his pants. One thing was perfectly clear; he could hardly turn back at this 
point, even if he had wanted to. His turned-on, over-excited body would 
hardly permit it. He was committed and the executive shook his head to drive 
away the last shreds of disbelief as he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. 

CHAPTER THREE 

When Glenda was perfectly naked, the young girl simply turned and took the 
astonished older man by the hand, leading him unresistingly towards his 
master bedroom. Tom Stanton followed her in a daze, unable to keep his 
staggered eyes off the smooth shining surfaces of her sensually swaying body 
and the exciting little dimples where her backbone disappeared teasingly 
into the lush valley between the twin fleshy globes of her buttocks. 

"Are you nervous?" she asked him with a mischievous grin, her voice low and 
husky as they reached the edge of the bed, and she turned around to run her 
fingers gently through his hair. "I can tell you're excited." 

"Can you?" he managed to respond. "How? Am I breathing hard?" 

With a soft lewd smile, she allowed her gaze to drop to the bulging front of 
his pants, and she patted his swelling manhood casually with her hand. 

"How can I tell? Let's say a little birdie told me," she giggled. "Let me 
undress you. I think it's more exciting that way, don't you?" 

"You seem to know what you're doing," he commented hoarsely as she dropped 
agilely to her knees in front of him to attack the buckle on his belt and 
with a deliberate tantalizing slowness drew down the zipper of his fly. 
Stanton had been about to ask her how many other men she'd had in her life, 
but it occurred to him that she might take offense at a careless remark of 
this kind. 

"What you're trying to ask me is whether I make a habit of doing this, 
aren't you," she smiled at him lustily as she lowered his pants, and then 
slipped her fingers underneath the elastic of his shorts to grasp his hotly 
pulsating penis. 

"Well, no . . . your private life is none of my business." 

"That's precisely what I was about to tell you," she said her voice still 
soft but obviously a little peeved. "When somebody gives you a present, 
lover, it's not very polite to ask a lot of questions." 

"Okay, no questions," he agreed quickly looking down at her nakedly 
voluptuous body as she knelt submissively before him, her delicate white 
hands rhythmically squeezing the warm throbbing hardness of his cock. From 
this position, he could study the large full mounds of her succulent 
breasts, their erect little nipples staring at him blindly like two unseeing 
eyes, and he found he could not resist the temptation to reach down and 
caress them lightly with his fingers, stimulating the buds to expand and 
become even more protuberant while the girl grinned up at him to show that 
he was forgiven. 

"Hmmmmmmm, I guess you know what you're doing, too," she crooned 
seductively, easing his white cotton undershorts down over his thighs and 
exposing his rigidly throbbing penis. She leaned forward quickly and kissed 
it, causing Tom's already thickly excited organ to jerk spasmodically, as if 
an electric current had suddenly been passed through it. His mind whirling 
with lust, Stanton decided he could not bear to wait another minute, and he 
raised her to her feet, tipping her over backwards onto the bed and throwing 
his hard panting body on top of hers. 

She seemed incredibly soft and supple as he lay on top of her, feeling her 
proudly upthrust breasts pushing against his chest. Glenda immediately 
pressed her thighs tightly together, capturing his heatedly throbbing cock 
between them and slowly and deliberately moved her long tapered legs back 
and forth, exciting him to the point where he feared he would cum unless she 
stopped. His long meaty cock was as hard as it had ever been in his life, 
and the thick white seminal fluid was already beginning to seep slowly from 
the glans at the hardened tip. Knowing that he would explode prematurely if 
he remained in this position for another minute, Stanton rolled off the girl 
and fervently ran his fingers over her warm naked body while she continued 
to massage his massively trembling cock with obviously experienced hands. 
Their hot eager mouths joined and her tongue came spearing into his, wetly 
searching for his tongue, and the two of them French kissed with rapidly 
growing passion for a long minute. 

"Hummmmmmm," she purred, her voice husky. "I see you haven't gotten out of 
practice." 

"Some things you don't forget," Tom responded, realizing that her lush young 
body was actually trembling in his arms with naked undisguised lust. Man, 
she's really turned on! the executive commented to himself. You never really 
know about these young girls. 

"Oh Tom," she groaned as he rubbed her sensuously warm breasts with his 
hands, tweaking and exciting her erectly swollen nipples until they looked 
ready to explode. "Do you want to do it really?" 

"Oh God, how can you doubt it at this state of the game?" he replied 
wondering if she was going to change her mind ... or if she had just been 
leading him on. 

"Then tell me," she begged. "I want to hear you say it." 

"I want to make love to you," he obliged. "Now!" 

"No, no, use the other word, the one men use! I want to hear you say it." 

Stanton hesitated, not quite believing his ears. He had heard that there 
were women who got excited by men who used obscene words, but in his limited 
previous sex experience, he had never run into one before. 

"I want to fuck you," he told her with a growl. "I want to put my cock in 
your cunt and fuck you until you can't walk. I want to hear you scream!" 

An eager tremor rustled through Glenda's young body like the wind blowing 
through a pile of dry leaves, and she closed her eyes and pressed her 
passionate nakedness even closer to him, her ripely quivering breasts 
crushing flat against the hardness of his chest. 

"Oh, yes, then do it," she murmured, now apparently half out of her mind 
with unsatisfied desire. "Fuck me, darling. Fuck my cunt." 

Her hand clung desperately to his hotly pulsating cock as he levered up over 
her, watching her wantonly spread her firm young thighs to receive him like 
the doors of a medieval castle thrown open to admit an honored guest. 
Glenda's eyes were shut tightly now, but her full sensuous mouth was 
working, mumbling obscenity after obscenity, some of those words Stanton, 
himself, had never heard before. The older man moved forward slowly, anxious 
not to seem clumsy or awkward, but the shamelessly aroused young blonde was 
helping him all the way, tightly gripping him by the thick leathery foreskin 
on his uncircumcised penis and guiding his hot throbbing hardness in the 
direction of her open, wetly waiting cunt. Only when his lust-swollen 
cock-head was resting snugly in the moist warmth of her narrow hair-lined 
vaginal slit did she release her hold on him. With a low groan of hunger, 
she arched her fleshy white buttocks boldly up off the mattress and reached 
beneath her trembling ass-cheeks, using her fingers to pull her wetly 
glistening vaginal lips slowly apart in order to give his rigidly throbbing 
cock the maximum amount of contact with the heated flesh of her tight little 
cunt. When the blunt heavy tip of his penis was in position, Glenda relaxed 
slightly, as if the battle was already won. There's no turning back for Mr. 
Thomas Stanton now, she was thinking triumphantly. Whether he knows it or 
not, he's just acquired an eighteen year old mistress and he's going to be 
very nice to her! 

Externally the conniving young woman still gave the impression of a girl 
completely beside herself with uncontrollable passion, and the fact that she 
was coolly calculating every move she made was cunningly disguised from 
view. But she groaned anyway as Tom angled his massively heated cock for 
position, and she lay there thinking that she would enjoy this little 
session, despite her ulterior financial motives, since Stanton's beautiful 
penis was one of the longest and hardest she had felt in a long time. She 
didn't care that he was old enough to be her father; she had been 
disappointed more than once by callow school boys who threw her on her back, 
bucked for a few seconds between her outstretched legs and then groaned and 
came before going back to the fraternity house to brag to all their friends 
about their latest conquest, leaving her still warm and unsatisfied. If old 
Tom could cut the mustard in the sack, she decided, he would get all the 
action he could handle! 

"Oh, you feel so good!" she praised him, closing her thighs tightly and 
again trapping his thick, rigid member between her legs. Then Stanton was 
half-again as big as any other man she had ever gone to bed with, and it 
crossed her mind suddenly that that his thickly aroused shaft might even 
hurt when he came skewering into her wetly prepared cunt, especially since 
he was too excited by now to take the time to be gentle. Her sharp 
fingernails clawed across his broad back, leaving little red paths where 
they passed, and she felt Tom Stanton respond by pushing his hands 
underneath her smoothly undulating buttocks, lifting her nakedly writhing 
body clear up off the bed with pure brute strength as he prepared to fuck 
her with all the strength in his sex-crazed body. 

Using the powerful muscles in his forearms, he carefully spread, apart the 
cheeks of her ripe young ass, opening up the whole flat plane of her moistly 
throbbing pussy to him, and began to torment her by moving the pulsating 
hardness of his cock up and down in the hot crevice between her legs, 
deliberately stimulating the erect little button of her clitoris. It was his 
turn to tease now, and he made the most of the opportunity, grinning 
savagely to himself as he heard her beginning to whimper with unashamed 
lust, gyrating her smoothly rounded buttocks in a desperate effort to 
capture his long, hotly pulsing cock and suck it inside of her hungrily 
waiting cunt. Without warning, her legs snaked up agilely on either side of 
his torso, encircling his lean muscular body completely, and she strained 
with the muscles in her thighs in a wild attempt to force him into the 
cuntal depths of her hungering body. Now the teenage blonde girl wanted it 
and she wanted it bad! 

"Oh, don't wait any longer, Tom. Fuck me now!" she pleaded in a genuine 
agony of expectation. Her heatedly aroused body was now on fire and the 
tortured young girl felt she would lose her mind if he delayed another 
minute. She realized full well that she had been the one to start this lewd 
game, and she had led him by the nose right up to the edge of the bed, but 
once they had gotten serious about this business, Stanton had taken charge 
with a real vengeance. 

When it finally happened, it was difficult to say whether he had entered her 
or Glenda had surrounded him with her hotly moistened pussy. As Tom moved 
forward, the desire-wracked girl tightly seized his thickly bulging cock 
with her delicate fingers and wildly thrust her loins up to meet him guiding 
his massively throbbing instrument expertly between the clasping pink lips 
of her already wetly lubricated cunt. The teasing was over! 

"OOOOOOh!" she groaned as he began to fill her with his heated hardness, 
feeling the tight elastic flesh of her cunt close joyfully over the 
lust-swollen tip of his long stiffened cock. Tom reminded himself that this 
was a young girl, with her vagina still very tight, and he resolved to enter 
her slowly and gently so as not to cause her undue pain. But his emotions 
ran away with him as he felt the honey-like interior of her hotly pulsating 
pussy clasping and palpitating powerfully around his thick rigid shaft, and 
he instinctively skewered forward, ramming all the way up inside her warm 
wetness with one savage stroke, pushing the futilely resisting internal 
flesh of her inflamed young cunt ahead of him like the prow of a boat 
cutting through the waves. With a jolt, he felt himself strike bottom, 
grunting as the hot blunted tip of his cock punched into her softly yielding 
cervix and his sperm-bloated balls slapped lewdly against the defenselessly 
upturned cheeks of her trembling young ass. 

"Aaaggghhh," Glenda groaned piteously, finding that he was a little more 
than she had bargained for, despite her wealth of previous experience, and 
the eighteen year-old blonde writhed and tossed beneath him, suddenly 
feeling pain as the thickness of his massively heated cock continued to 
stretch the walls of her tortured little cunt until she feared he would rip 
her into pieces. But Stanton was beside himself with lust and he ignored 
her, thrusting forward again and forcing a strangled cry to her lips. Then, 
seeing that he was hurting her, his fatherly instincts took over temporarily 
and he rested for a moment, waiting for her pain-wracked young body to 
adjust to the presence of his thick invading cock deep up inside her 
wide-stretched vagina. For an instant, he allowed himself to revel in the 
delicious thought that he had thoroughly conquered this gorgeous young 
woman. Yes, she had made the first move, but he would make the last one, and 
he had established very quickly who belonged on top and who would writhe in 
helpless, begging passion on the bottom. 

Then, slowly, he began to fuck gently in and out of her tightly clasping 
cunt, feeling the young girl's body relax as she began to accommodate the 
huge pulsating shaft moving inexorably in and out between her widespread 
thighs. He ground the thick hardness of his penis into the squirming warm 
flesh beneath him and listened with delight as groan after groan issued 
involuntarily from her wetly open mouth. But her wanton young body was 
finally starting to talk back, her hips rotating gradually and her back 
arching as she opened and closed her legs convulsively around his 
pile-driving cock. 

"Oh, it's good, Tom! It's so good!" she crooned to him. "I like to be hurt 
by a strong man like you. Do anything you want to me. I don't care!" 

But Stanton was already doing the only thing he wanted to do, and he 
continued to fuck into her with long smooth strokes designed to arouse the 
voluptuous young blonde into a frenzy of passion. To improve upon his 
position, he slid his hands beneath the flexing warm globes of her 
ass-cheeks, lifting them up off the mattress and spreading the two 
half-moons even farther apart to increase his leverage. By accident, one of 
his fingers brushed across her tightly puckered anus, and instantly the girl 
reacted to this unintentional stimulation by winding her long legs tightly 
around his torso to give him even easier access to the more intimate 
portions of her wantonly aroused young body. 

"Yes, touch me there!" she begged, her voice lowered to a throaty whisper. 
"I don't care if it hurts! Stick your finger inside of me there!" 

This was all a new ball game as far as Tom was concerned, but he decided 
that perhaps the older generation could take a couple of pointers from the 
young and he obliged, using his outstretched middle finger to poke and prod 
at the tightly puckering hole, now moistened by her own hot secretions 
pouring copiously out of her wetly throbbing vagina. He pushed 
experimentally; feeling the narrow elastic ring give just a little, and then 
suddenly her sphincter muscles went slack allowing his worming finger to 
slide unimpeded inside the hot sponginess of her anus, plunging immediately 
as far as the first knuckle. 

"Ahhhhh!" she groaned. "It hurts! Do it!" 

Tom pushed again, his extended finger slithering in to the second knuckle, 
and the girl almost flew up off the bed as her tortured body reacted 
violently to this brutal double invasion of her loins. It would have taken a 
psychologist to explain why, but this depraved combination of pleasure and 
pain seemed to drive her farther and farther into ecstasy and she warbled 
continually into the man's ear as he sank his finger far up inside her 
cringing little backside all the way to the palm of his hand and began 
juggling it around unmercifully. 

"Oh yes, yes, now fuck me, Tom" she groaned. "Fuck me to death." 

Again, the executive was happy to oblige and he thrust his lust-thickened 
hardness into her wetly throbbing cunt with renewed energy, knowing she was 
already trembling on the verge of a frantically wild orgasm. His finger 
started to rhythmically piston in and out of the slowly widening opening to 
her rectum as he fucked into her simultaneously with his long thick cock, 
feeling her arms tighten around his neck and watching with pleasure as her 
long blonde hair flailed back and forth wildly on the pillow. 

This little bitch is really going into orbit now, he grinned to himself with 
satisfaction. Didn't realize I still had it in me! 

Glenda's breath was harsh and strong now, like a runner nearing the end of a 
race, and Stanton redoubled the tempo of his hotly penetrating stroke, 
thrusting into her with all the brute strength in his body, determined to 
make her cum in a way she would remember the rest of her life. An 
opportunity like this would probably never happen to him again, he reasoned 
because this little fucking session will change everything between us. She 
may even go away, or complain to her parents that I've seduced her. But 
whatever happens, it was worth it! 

"OOOhhh! Now! Now! Now!" she chanted wildly, her eyes rolling back in her 
head as her naked young body jackknifed almost in two, her legs crossing on 
top of his back while she frantically strained for that one last extra push 
which would send her spinning off into the sweet oblivion of orgasm. "Fuck 
hard, Tom . . . I'm . . . I'm . . . Aaaiiieee! I'm cum-m-m-m-ming!" 

The announcement was hardly necessary. The veins in her neck standing out 
like cords as she pulled her wildly trembling thighs back until her knees 
were virtually resting on the twin cushions of her fleshy young breasts, the 
whole of her wide-stretched, hotly quivering vaginal slit opened up to him 
to batter and plunder as he wished. Her buttocks were undulating insanely as 
the girl's scream of release suddenly echoed around the room when the spasms 
of her orgasm began rippling outward from her convulsing young cunt. 

Her nostrils flaring widely, Glenda dug her fingernails deep into Tom's 
sweating, muscular back and hung on for dear life, holding her breath for 
what seemed to be an eternity as she shuddered and moaned through her 
orgasm. Then slowly, her frantically trembling body began to relax, but the 
internal muscles of her wetly throbbing pussy continued to clasp and unclasp 
gratefully around his still rigid cock. Tom resisted the almost overpowering 
temptation to keep fucking wildly into her tight young pussy until he came 
himself, for he wanted to draw out his pleasure and make it last as long as 
possible . . . wanted to continue ramming his long hard cock into her hot 
little cunt until she begged him to cum. Even so, he had never had a session 
like this in his life, and he still found it difficult to believe that all 
of this was really happening to him . . . that he was so deeply embedded in 
the belly of one of his daughter's classmates. 

"Oh, that was wonderful," she breathed happily, running her fingers through 
his hair and kissing him in wet enthusiasm on the mouth. "No one has ever 
fucked me that good before, Tom. Never!" 

"The fun isn't over yet," he warned her with a grin of triumph. "Hang on, 
little girl!" 

"No wait! I want to do this my way. You've been in charge so far, and it's 
time you let someone else do the work." 

Tom assumed that she wanted to get on top, and so he obediently rolled over 
on his back. His wife had never enjoyed these little tricks, and so his 
experience was largely limited to the missionary position, but again he 
reminded himself that it was not necessarily true what they said about old 
dogs and new tricks. But instead of mounting him, Glenda gently eased his 
hard throbbing cock out of the warm moistness of her pussy and held it 
tenderly in her hands. 

"This is what they call a reward," she informed him brightly. "You made me 
happy and now I'm going to make you very happy. Has anyone ever done this 
for you before?" 

Tom was not yet entirely sure what it was that she had in mind, so he simply 
smiled back at her as if the answer to her question was too obvious to merit 
a reply. A sneaking suspicion was drifting into the back of his mind, but he 
dared not admit even to himself what he was hoping his reward would turn out 
to be. Not a girl this young, he was telling himself. Jesus! She couldn't 
possibly . .. 

Glenda tucked her knees up against the heavily dancing mounds of her breasts 
and spun neatly around on her buttocks before stretching languidly out again 
so that her wetly matted pubic hair was only inches from Stanton's face, the 
triangular "V" still damp from the heated outpouring of cuntal lubricants 
and her own cum. The young girl's head was resting on his thigh, and with 
her one free hand she began stroking the wetly glistening shaft of his 
penis, sliding the thick foreskin gently back and forth so tantalizingly 
that Stanton was sure he was going straight out of his mind. The ache in his 
loins was becoming stronger by the minute, and his eyes widened with 
surprise as the girl shifted her position again, getting up on her hands and 
knees to free both hands for the task ahead of her. Glenda hovered over him 
on all fours, giving her complete attention to what she was doing, the long 
strands of golden hair tickling his stomach as she slowly lowered her lovely 
face until her wetly parted lips were only a short distance from the tip of 
his painfully throbbing cock. 

With tantalizing slowness the blonde head dropped lower and lower, and 
Glenda's mouth opened in a lascivious grin as she heard a groan of 
uncontrolled passion escape from between Tom Stanton's tightly clenched 
teeth. His loins were undulating up and down in time with the movements of 
her hands, and suddenly her tongue flickered forward to wetly tease into the 
tiny slit on the end of his excitedly throbbing cock. Stanton sucked in his 
breath as his mind spun crazily off into space. 

She's really going to do it, he told himself jubilantly, My God, she's going 
to suck my cock! 

He was correct. The girl's head dropped a few inches closer to his groin and 
her wetly parted lips opened around his massive hardness before clamping 
down firmly on the sensitive, nerve-packed head of his penis, enclosing the 
tip inside of her mouth with a warm moist pressure. 

"Oh Lord!" he gasped in dismay, lifting his head up off the pillow to get a 
better look at what the nakedly kneeling girl above him was doing. His hard 
thick column of flesh was stuck halfway into her tightly compressed lips and 
her hands were as busy as her mouth as she gently massaged the sac of his 
sperm-churning testicles and stroked the wetly glistening base of his thick 
cock with her expert little fingers. 

His mind reeling with excitement, Stanton could feel the moist softness of 
her tongue swirling heatedly over the pulsating tip of his cock, arousing 
him beyond reason as the rapidly flicking end of her tongue slashed back and 
forth across the sensitively throbbing surface. Stanton found himself 
involuntarily moving, his buttocks flexing automatically up and down, 
fucking into the young blonde's hungrily sucking mouth. 

Glenda sensed that she was winning this lewd contest of wills and doubled 
her efforts to make him spew his white hot cum into her mouth, shifting her 
naked young body completely around so that she was crouched in a slave-like 
position between his legs, affording him a clear view of her two ripely 
swaying breasts as she eagerly bobbed her head up and down over his hotly 
pulsating cock. 

As her voracious sucking intensified and her hands rhythmically kneaded his 
sperm-filled balls, Tom felt the bursting point approaching rapidly, and 
knew that he could not possibly hold out for much longer. Great whirls of 
heat were starting to build up deep inside his frantically thrusting loins, 
and the sweat was dripping off his face as if he were inside a Turkish bath. 
It seemed inevitable that Glenda would choke with this massive pole of male 
flesh thrust so deeply into her wetly working young throat, but if the girl 
was feeling any discomfort, she gave no sign of it, sucking furiously away 
on his heatedly tingling penis as if her life depended on it, and there was 
nothing in the world she would rather do. 

Groaning with the maddening lust she was creating inside of him, Tom reached 
down and seized her beautiful blonde head between his hands, overcome by an 
irrational fear that she would pull away from him at the crucial moment and 
ruin everything. But there was no reason to be concerned; mews and hums of 
fervent passionate acceptance were bubbling steadily from the young woman's 
cock-filled mouth as she slaved over him and the man added his gasps to hers 
as he suddenly felt the warm illuming spurn begin to erupt up from deep in 
his body, spewing in thick hot spurts from the lust-swollen tip of his cock 
into the moistly sucking sanctuary of her mouth. 

"I'm cumming," he gasped. "Keep sucking . . . oh, Jesus . . . suck!" 

Glenda's cheeks expanded as if she were blowing up a balloon while hot 
streams of cum began spurting against the back of her mouth in a steady 
rhythmic torrent. All the years of sexual self-denial were behind him now, 
and the executive seemed to be making up for it in this one mad orgasm, his 
wildly jerking cock cumming endlessly into her eagerly gulping throat as if 
he would never stop. The girl loyally went on sucking to the end, her Adam's 
apple bobbing up and down frantically as she struggled to swallow every drop 
of this lust-inciting fluid. His hands wound cruelly into her hair as he 
thrust his massively ejaculating shaft into her mouth and throat as far as 
it was humanly possible to go, and she coughed and gurgled as his scalding 
hot cum puffed out and filled her cheeks to overflowing. 

Slowly, as his orgasm faded, his still jerking penis began softening and 
deflating, while the subserviently kneeling young blonde hungrily gulped the 
last lewd traces of sperm, licking her lips as if she had just devoured a 
quickly melting vanilla ice cream cone. 

Finally, she removed his limp wetly glistening cock from her exhausted 
mouth, a thin white string of cum still connecting her semen-smeared lips to 
the tip of his deflated cock. 

"Did you like your reward?" she looked up with a mischievous smile. 

"That was the most fantastic thing I've ever experienced. What can I do to 
earn another one?" he joked with her, propping his head up on a pillow. 

"Guess," she challenged him. "But first we have to get you back into shape. 

And before he could stop her, Glenda had ducked her head a second time and 
had opened her wetly glistening lips to enclose his long limp shaft. A 
second later she was once again hungrily sucking his virile thickness back 
to life. 

Tom Stanton lay back, looking at the ceiling as he felt his rapidly 
awakening cock begin to rise again to the occasion . . . and for just a 
split second before all reason left him again, he wondered what all of this 
was going to mean tomorrow. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

"How was your date?" 

"Ooooh, it was so exciting!" gushed Milly happily, wrinkling her nose with 
delight as she recalled her evening on the town. "If Daddy ever knew, he'd 
kill me! Did he seem suspicious during the evening?" 

"Nah, we talked for a couple of hours, and I got a couple of drinks into 
him. He was sleeping like a baby by the time you got in," reported Glenda, 
leaving out certain key details concerning her evening with Milly's father. 
"Where'd you go?" 

"Oh, first we had dinner at this super-romantic place with candles and 
Chianti bottles and that kind of thing. Afterwards he took me dancing over 
on the other side of town at a night club, and then we went to see a strip 
tease! Did you ever see one, Glenda?" 

"Yeah, once or twice," allowed the more sophisticated girl, inwardly' amused 
at her friend's naive excitement. "So? Did you let him get you into the 
sack?" 

"Into the sack? Oh, you mean did we make love? Now after all, Glenda, it was 
only our first date. What do you think I am?" 

"A woman," replied the blonde dryly. "A woman who went out with the best 
looking man on the football team. You aren't a virgin, are you?" 

"Well, not exactly ... I mean, no, but I didn't think the first time it was 
really proper to . . . besides, I'm not in love with him or anything, even 
if he is handsome." 

"Oh, you child!" scoffed Glenda, lighting herself a cigarette and offering 
one from her pack to Milly who hesitated and then accepted. "What difference 
does that make? You get a chance to start going around with a guy like that, 
and you should throw everything you've got at him. Besides, his old man is 
worth millions!" 

"I'm old-fashioned, I suppose," admitted Milly thoughtfully. "He did suggest 
that we stop back to his apartment for a night-cap, and I guess it wouldn't 
have killed me to have gone. But I keep thinking of what Daddy would think 
if he found out I went to bed with a boy once in awhile. It would break his 
heart." 

"And you're breaking mine," commented the other girl scornfully. "If that 
guy had asked me for a date, I'd have put out for him by about ten o'clock. 
Listen, honey, this is a mean world, and a girl's got to use the only weapon 
the Good Lord gave her. What you've got up between your legs will get you 
everything you want in life if you use it right." 

"How unromantic," complained the brunette. "I guess you're right, but I just 
hate the idea of putting my diaphragm in my purse and going out for the 
evening knowing in advance I'm going to end up in somebody's bed." 

"A diaphragm is all right, but if the idea turns you off, why don't you 
start on the pill? That way you never have to worry about it, and if the 
urge comes over you, just hop into bed and forget about it. Easy as pie!" 

"Oh sure, and can you see little me trotting down to the corner drugstore 
and asking the man for a bottle of birth control pills? I'd die of 
embarrassment!" 

"Glenda has an answer for everything!" the older girl proclaimed, hopping 
off the bed and walking swiftly to the medicine cabinet. How free and 
sophisticated she is, Milly was thinking as she watched her girl friend 
glide across the room. I'd give anything not to have all these terrible 
inhibitions! 

"Here," announced Glenda, throwing her friend a bottle of capsules. "Your 
first month's supply, and no embarrassment at all. I know a druggist who 
isn't too fussy about prescriptions, and we can get all we need from him. 
You take one of those with your orange juice every morning, kid, and you can 
screw to your heart's content." 

Milly examined the bottle carefully, still a little fearful about taking 
this bold a step. Tom Stanton's beautiful young daughter had lost her 
virginity a year before, and had been in bed with a couple of her boyfriends 
since; she had secretly been ashamed of what she was doing each time, and 
hadn't felt much pleasure during these experiences. But all the girls were 
doing it, some even in their freshman year of high school, and she had 
learned that boys gave up on a girl very quickly after they found out that 
she intended to hang onto her honor at all costs. They would be patient for 
a couple of dates, but if she still refused to get into the back seat after 
that, the word went out that she was a cock-teaser, and that was the end of 
her social life. 

"You keep them in your bathroom," Milly pleaded. "I'd be scared that Daddy 
might find them if they sit around my room. My poor father would have a 
heart attack. He's got enough troubles as it is." 

"What kind of troubles could your daddy possibly have?" wondered Glenda, 
secretly alarmed at this piece of information. Had she backed the wrong 
horse? "He's got all the money in the world, a top executive job and a 
beautiful house." 

"Oh, he had problems with his job," explained Stanton's daughter openly. 
"They've got a new president running his company, and this new guy thinks 
that sales should be higher than they are. Daddy says that if the product 
they sell were better, they'd sell more of it without any difficulty, but 
Mr. Matthew - that's Daddy's boss - keeps trying to get him to have big 
parties here and invite lots of beautiful women with low-cut dresses and 
that sort of thing. I guess Daddy's had to give in a little, because we're 
having a party in a couple of days ..." 

"We are! Oh Christ, and I don't have a dress! Why the hell didn't you tell 
me?" 

"Oh. . . well, I don't know that we're invited," Milly explained lamely. 
"Daddy just said he was having a party for some clients, and he seemed to be 
hinting that we should make ourselves scarce." 

"Nonsense! This is when he really needs us. Now what we should do is buy 
ourselves a couple of party dresses which will really knock those client's 
eyes out, something really sexy and cute. Gosh, I knew he was worried about 
something the other night, but I didn't realize it was this serious." 

"It's pretty serious," admitted Milly unhappily. "HE told me that if he 
didn't get sales moving again for MBM he would have to find another job. And 
that might be tough at his age." 

"Then we've got to help him," decided Glenda, an expression of firm 
resolution coming over her sensuous face. "We'll do anything if we have to." 

* * * 

Tom Stanton glanced over the living room, making sure one last time that 
everything was in place. The two girls had really done a job getting this 
house in order, he thought with satisfaction. For once, I hope the two of 
them stay out late until Matthews and his lady friends go home. It would be 
ghastly if they walked in and found some drunken client wrestling with a 
call girl on the couch, or if one of our potential buyers made a pass at 
Milly and I had to slug him! 

Shaking his head with displeasure at the whole idea, Stanton walked to the 
well stocked bar and poured himself an illegal pre-party drink. How many 
compromises am I going to have to make before this business is over? he 
asked himself sadly. Here I am, giving a party for clients to meet girls; a 
couple of days ago, I went to bed with a woman young enough to be my 
daughter. Where does it all stop? Would I really slug a customer who made a 
pass at Milly, or would I smile my shit-eating grin and just tap him lightly 
on the shoulder? The MBM Corporation seems to have more than a mortgage on 
my house; maybe they've got my balls in hock as well!" 

"When do the people arrive Daddy?" sang Milly as she swept into the living 
room, wearing a startling new cocktail dress. 

"Uhh, any minute now, honey," the executive stammered, his eyes widening as 
he took in this new version of his -daughter. For years he had wondered if 
she would ever grow out of the tomboy stage and put aside her dirty jeans 
for a normal dress. Now suddenly, she had been transformed into a raving 
beauty. With a shock, Stanton realized that he had not really looked at his 
daughter for a long time. She was no longer a little girl, and the dress she 
was wearing testified very plainly that she had developed into a spectacular 
young woman. Cut low across the bust-line, the thin material exposed the 
tops of her smooth white breasts and her high-set mounds jiggled sensuously 
as she moved, suggesting strongly that she was wearing nothing underneath. 
The hem of her skirt was so high that it just barely cleared her panties, 
and Stanton realized with dismay that Glenda must have had a hand in 
selecting this outfit. 

"You . .. you can't go out dressed like that!" he murmured, trying to regain 
his parental authority, and not knowing precisely how to express himself. 
"That dress is ... is ... " 

"The dress is lovely," Glenda finished the sentence for him authoritatively 
as she came into the room. "And don't worry, Tom, we aren't going anywhere. 
Milly and I wouldn't miss this party for the world. We're going to help you 
sell cement." 

Stanton took a deep breath and fumbled for a cigarette as he tried 
desperately to control his emotions and decide what to do in the face of 
this palace revolt. He had made it very clear to Milly that he wanted her 
out of the way tonight and here she was, challenging his authority as head 
of the house. Glenda was right behind her, and Tom knew perfectly well that 
the voluptuous teen-age blonde now had a rather special kind of hold on him. 
Last night she had crept into his room for the second time, and they had 
made the same form of passionate violent love. If she wanted to stay for the 
party, he could hardly order her out now, not after everything which had 
happened between them. 

If possible, the dress his young blonde mistress was wearing was more 
indecent than Milly's. Glenda was even bigger in the breasts than Milly, and 
her mini-dress was even more daring, revealing her large sensuous breasts 
almost to the nipple. Stanton felt a wave of lust sweep over him as he 
feasted his eyes on her, wondering if she would come to him tonight after 
the party and let him slowly undress her once again. 

"Sometimes these people get a little rough at these parties," he explained 
weakly, not knowing that his battle was already lost. "Construction people 
tend to be big tough guys and when they get a few drinks under their belts, 
there's no telling what might happen. And Matthews is likely to show up with 
a flock of disreputable women ..." 

"Oh, are you worried that Milly and I will get mixed up with your company 
call girls?" Glenda needled him, having guessed exactly what kind of a party 
this was going to be. "Don't worry, Tom. You've got two gals here who know 
how to handle themselves." 

Two hours later, Stanton was finding himself forced to admit that she was 
right. Most of his potential customers had gotten a fairly accurate idea of 
what kind of party this was going to be and come without their wives, while 
Bart Matthews had kept his word, showing up with five very attractive girls, 
plus his secretary, who was looking very put out at the whole idea. 

Milly and Glenda were busy the entire evening, circulating from group to 
group, keeping the conversation going and everyone's glass full to 
overflowing. Stanton had stocked up on the best booze available, knowing 
that construction people tend to be heavy drinkers, and he stood back in 
amazement as they put away quart after quart of whiskey. He hated to be left 
out of the fun, so the vice-president in charge of sales did his share of 
drinking too, and by midnight, Tom Stanton was feeling no pain whatsoever. 

* * * 

"Hey, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" 

"I won't even talk to you if you aren't buying MBM cement," rejoined Milly, 
looking coyly at the good looking young man who had approached her. She had 
not been conscious of him before, but once she concentrated on his face, she 
recognized that he was the son of Samuel Brooks, head of the biggest 
construction firm in the state. Brooks and Company had once purchased all of 
their building materials from MBM, but had inexplicably shifted their order 
a few years back. It had been the beginning of the downward trend in 
Matthew's fortunes, and Milly knew that if Brooks and Company signed a new 
order, some of the other companies might be tempted to follow suit. 

"MBM, eh! Well, I like to see a loyal daughter. Personally, I wouldn't 
promise a thing unless I had the virtues of your daddy's cement explained to 
me in person by someone as charming as you, and my old man just put me in 
charge of purchasing for the firm so I'm the guy to talk to. What do you say 
to a quiet drink afterwards, and you can tell me all about that splendid 
cement MBM makes?" 

Milly hesitated for a long minute. This man was about thirty, almost a 
decade older than she, and the offer of a "quiet drink" could mean a whole 
lot more than that to a person like him. He was rich, handsome, and 
self-assured, and he probably expected girls to yield to him instantly, 
particularly since he was still unmarried and a very eligible bachelor. She 
would undoubtedly have to fight him off, and Milly disliked that kind of 
scene. 

On the other hand, her daddy's job was obviously at stake, and Samuel Brooks 
Junior had the power to do something about it. What was it that Glenda had 
said a few days ago? The world was a mean place, and a woman had to use 
every weapon she had. If she could charm Sam Brooks and get his name on the 
dotted line, how happy her father would be! Naturally she wouldn't go as far 
as sleeping with him, even though she had faithfully been taking the birth 
control pills Glenda had given her. 

"Okay Sam," she agreed, smiling back up at him. "But you're going to have to 
buy some cement." 

"It's a deal. I think your friend Glenda is going too, and some other people 
as well. My apartment is a very nice place for late evening drinks." 

Hearing that Glenda would be there, Milly felt immediately reassured that 
everything would be all right. There was a mob of men clustered around the 
voluptuous blonde girl, all trying to peer down the front of her dress, and 
Glenda was laughing gaily, as if she had had a bit too much to drink, but 
Milly knew that her girl friend was really stone sober, and in full 
possession of herself every minute. She, too, was selling cement and nothing 
else, but she was a good actress, and Milly envied her self-assurance and 
sophistication. 

Stanton woke up from his private haze in time to see young Sam Brooks help 
Milly on with her jacket, but not in time to make much of a protest. They 
were going out for a late-night drink, the young couple called to him, and 
he was trapped between two hard drinking construction men who were still 
sober and dedicated enough to want to talk about the relative merits of MBM 
cement. 

"Don't be late," he managed to croak, knowing in his heart that this was 
another compromise he was making in order to hold his job. In the industry, 
Sam Brooks Junior had a slightly worse reputation than Bart Matthews as far 
as women were concerned, and no self-respecting father would let his 
daughter appear in public with him. 

"You're learning fast," came a sinister voice at his ear, and Tom turned to 
find himself face to face with Matthews himself. "This was a great party, 
Tom. Don't screw it up now, because I think your daughter and her friend are 
going to bring home the Brooks account and a few others as well." 

"My daughter was not included in the deal!" the outraged father stormed. 

"Looks to me like she included herself, buddy," commented Matthews dryly. 
"Don't glare at me! She's not on the payroll, and she is free, white, and 
over twenty-one." 

"She's not even over twenty-one; both of them are just eighteen ..." 
muttered Stanton, but Matthews merely turned away with a lewd chuckle 
leaving Tom to wave half-heartedly good-by to his only daughter. She's on 
her own from now on, he thought unhappily. Whatever happens is her 
responsibility. I've raised her as well as I could ... if I failed, then I 
failed. 

"There are good things to drink!" proclaimed Sam Brooks with a courtly 
gesture of his arm, "and good things to eat, and entertainment as well. 
Ladies and Gentlemen, make yourselves at home." 

Milly looked around the young man's apartment in amazement. She had always 
lived well with her father, but this man really had an apartment fit for a 
king. In front of the fireplace, there was a semi-circle of cushions and 
couches and the rug itself was as soft as a mattress, giving her the 
sensation of walking on a bed. Her head was spinning a little from the 
whiskey she had covertly been drinking over the course of the evening, and 
feeling slightly naughty, she kicked off her shoes and allowed her feet to 
enjoy the soft luxurious comfort of the rug. Glenda promptly did the same, 
and before long, everyone in the group was taking off their shoes, and the 
men removed their coats and ties. 

Milly was grateful to observe that she and Glenda were not the only two 
girls at the party. All of the women who had come with Matthews had 
accompanied one of her father's potential clients, and for a moment, Milly 
wondered how it was that everything had worked out so neatly. 

Then she realized the obvious truth; it had been planned that way. All of 
these people were respectable married men, and here they were in the middle 
of the night in a bachelor apartment with a bunch of very loose looking 
girls. It really looked like the makings of an orgy, and for a moment, Milly 
felt a shudder of apprehension sweep over her. 

"You aren't cold, are you?" inquired Sam Brooks gently. "Come sit over here 
by the fire and keep warm. Besides, you want to get a good seat for the 
film." 

"The film?" inquired Milly in surprise. "You mean you're going to show 
movies?" She seated herself on the rug, tugging her inadequate skirt down 
over her fully exposed thighs, and looked up at her host in wonder. 

"Yes, I collect certain kinds of very special exotic films, and I think 
you'll enjoy the one I've selected for tonight. It comes from France, and I 
don't think you've ever seen anything quite like it." 

"What an intellectual you are," noted Glenda sarcastically. "Collecting 
films!" 

Glenda was sitting next to Milly on the rug and in the confusion of the 
evening, the young brunette felt good about having her best friend close at 
hand. Glenda seemed to have paired off with the president of a medium-sized 
building firm who was holding her hand very affectionately, a fact which 
caused Milly to raise a shocked eyebrow. Something in Sam's voice had hinted 
that his "exotic" films were in fact pornographic movies, and Milly's heart 
skipped a beat as she thought about watching such a thing. Naturally, her 
father would disapprove, but she was beginning to think that Daddy knew less 
about real life than he thought he did. Her previous love affairs had been 
mildly pleasant, even if the college boys she had gone to bed with did not 
seem to know much more than she did about lovemaking. Daddy would not have 
approved, but she had done it anyway, and she was still in one piece. 

She also knew that her father was unhappy about the idea of her going out 
for a late-late date with these people, but she was having fun again, and 
what Daddy didn't know, she reasoned, wouldn't hurt him. The lights went out 
and Milly felt Sam's arm slip around her shoulders. It was a pleasant 
sensation and she leaned back against his chest. 

"It'll be a few minutes before they get the projector going," said Sam, 
explaining the delay. "In the meanwhile, does anyone care for one of these?" 

In the dim light, Milly could see that he was holding out a pack of 
cigarettes. However the package was blank, with no advertisement, and there 
was no way to tell what brand they were. 

"Are those what I think they are?" grinned Glenda. 

"Why don't you take one and see," challenged Sam. "Here Milly, light up." 

But Milly was putting two and two together and coming up with marijuana. 
This had been the subject of many long and serious lectures by her father, 
who had practically terrorized her with the dreadful consequences of having 
anything to do with drugs. Some of the kids at school smoked it and even 
boasted about it later, but Milly did not travel with that kind of crowd, 
and she had never before actually been faced with the temptation. 

"I don't think I'd better," she quavered, thinking of her father's wrath if 
this ever became known to him, not to mention what the drug might do to her. 

"Oh come on, Milly, don't be such a baby," whispered Glenda emphatically. 
"This just gives you a pleasant little buzz. I've smoked it lots of times." 

Not wanting to seem like an unsophisticated little hick, Milly found herself 
reluctantly accepting one of Sam's cigarettes and leaning forward as he 
touched a flame to the tip. The taste was strong and pleasant, and since the 
roof did not fall in with the first puff, she decided that Daddy had been 
wrong again, and leaned back against the man's chest, now feeling more 
relaxed and happy. One strap of her dress had slipped down off of her 
smoothly rounded shoulder, lowering the bust line of her dress, but it felt 
good since the dress had been too tight anyway, and she felt more relaxed 
than ever. The screen in front of them flickered and the film began. 

There were no titles or names of actors and the opening frames simply showed 
a young, pleasant faced man wandering down a street in what looked to be 
some foreign country. The camera paused as the youth stopped in front of a 
door, comparing the street number on the building with something written on 
a piece of paper which he held in his hand. Satisfied that he had found the 
correct address, he smiled and entered the building. Inside, there was a 
large spacious room filled with girls, all very attractive and sitting 
around in various stages of undress, leading Milly to assume that this was 
intended to be one of those famous European brothels which were still legal 
in some parts of the continent. 

Slowly, the man scanned the room, obviously intent upon selecting the most 
attractive woman available to be his partner. Then, having made his choice, 
he walked decisively towards a slender young waif who seemed terrified at 
finding herself working in a house of prostitution probably driven there by 
poverty and the fear of starvation. Gently, the actor raised her to her 
feet, and she led him submissively off into a bedroom. 

"Now comes the interesting part," commented Sam pulling her even closer in 
the dim half light from the projector and whispering in her ear. "How are 
you coming with that cigarette? Feeling anything yet?" 

"I'm thirsty," Milly complained. "It tastes good but it makes me want to 
drink." 

"Nothing easier," responded Sam quickly, handing her a glass of whiskey and 
soda and capitalizing on the occasion to allow his hand to drop carelessly 
over the front of her dress, landing, as if by accident, on the girl's 
firmly ripened young breast. It occurred to Milly to remove it, but the 
marijuana was relaxing her completely now, and she told herself to stop 
being childish. Sam could hardly try anything serious here in a room full of 
people, and he was probably unconscious himself of exactly where his hand 
was resting. 

In fact, the hand felt good there, and she sensed a tingling at the base of 
her spine which she was experienced enough to recognize as the beginnings of 
sexual excitement. She had felt the exact same feeling the last time she had 
gone to bed with one of her boyfriends, and she remembered how disappointed 
she had been later, when the young man had failed to live up to the 
expectations he had aroused in her. But there was movement on the screen, 
and for a few moments, she was able to forget her own situation and 
concentrate on what was happening in front of her. 

The girl and her customer were now alone in the room and slowly the poor 
bedraggled young prostitute began to do what she knew was required of her, 
removing her ragged clothing bit by bit while she kept her eyes focused on 
the young man's sensuous face as if she were begging him to be gentle with 
her. 

Milly's eyes widened as the girl's naked young body was revealed to the 
prying eye of the camera. Despite the fact that her legs and arms were thin 
to the point of skinniness, her figure was actually amazingly well 
developed, with enormous pointed breasts emerging from her emaciated rib 
cage. As the prostitute's brassiere fell to the floor, a gasp of excited 
surprise came from Sam Brooks' friends, and all eyes in the room were 
focused on these high proud breasts topped by turgid quivering nipples. The 
girl then raised her arms over her head to undo her long shining black hair, 
unconsciously increasing the arch of her breasts with this natural movement. 

Curious to see how her girlfriend was reacting to all of this, Milly's eyes 
stole over to her left where Glenda was sitting with a company president, a 
man named Max. To her dismay, she observed that the two of them had 
apparently become very good friends indeed, since Glenda was lying back 
comfortably against Max's chest, her short skirt having floated so high up 
on her long tapered thighs that her pink bikini panties and their little 
black lace edges were visible to anyone who cared to look that way. But the 
real shock was farther up! Glenda's dress buttoned down the front, except 
that it was not buttoned anymore; Max's hand was moving nimbly down between 
her large sensuous breasts, unfastening button after button until he had 
exposed her to the waist. And Glenda seemed to be totally unconscious of 
what he was doing! 

She looked completely at ease as Max's thick fingers prowled around under 
her dress, and she was smoking her marijuana cigarette and gazing happily at 
the screen as if this were the most natural thing in the world. 

Shock registered on Milly's face, but there seemed to be nothing she could 
or should do about the situation. For one thing, her head was starting to 
spin very pleasantly as a result of the combination of liquor and marijuana. 
For another thing, she was not really in a position to feel morally superior 
to Glenda, since Sam's hand was making free with her own dress. Young Brooks 
had deftly slipped his fingers under the thin fabric of her neckline and 
before she could intercept him, his hand had snaked agilely down the front 
of her dress, capturing the soft pointed mound of her right breast between 
his fingers and sending a wanton shiver of excitement up her spine. 

Milly knew perfectly well she should tell him to keep his hands to himself, 
but somehow she could not force the words to her lips. The movie was 
exciting her after all, and the erotic sensation of his hands on her 
sensitively erect nipple was causing jolts of pleasure to ripple through her 
body as her eyes followed the lewd action going on before her on the screen. 
Besides, this man held the keys to make her father a success again and 
guarantee their financial future. She was not exactly a virgin any more, she 
told herself, and if it made him happy to feel her breasts, then it was a 
small enough sacrifice to make. 

The actress on the screen was totally naked now and the camera roamed 
lasciviously over her nubile young form as she reclined nervously on the big 
bed waiting for her young customer to finish undressing and come to her. 
There was a lewd grin on the customer's face, and his eyes twinkled as if he 
knew some little secret which the girl did not. Then he dropped his pants to 
the floor and started nakedly towards the cowering young girl. The camera 
swiveled around to view his penis, an enormously long thick shaft which 
stuck boldly out in front of him like the stump of a tree. 

Milly inhaled sharply as she caught sight of this massive instrument, 
realizing that in her previous encounters with naked men, she had always 
been too shy to look directly at their groins. She had felt their hardened 
flesh, naturally, as they had entered her vagina, but she had never had the 
impression that a man's penis was quite this big. 

"Pretty well hung," commented Sam from beside her as if he was reading her 
mind and giving her turgid swollen little nipple a friendly tweak as he 
spoke. "In this kind of film, an actor is not necessarily chosen for his 
acting ability. Watch what happens now. This'll blow your mind, if the 
marijuana hasn't already done it." 

Moving with self assurance and calmness, the customer arranged the naked 
young prostitute on the bed, spreading her legs wide apart to give the 
camera a full view of the "vee" shaped triangle of pussy hair at the base of 
her tautly tensed stomach. Then he deliberately inched his hand into the 
smoothly trembling pink flesh up between her outstretched legs and began to 
open her wetly throbbing vagina up like a man unfolding a blossom, using his 
thumbs and forefingers to spread apart the moist pink flesh surrounding her 
tiny tightened clitoris. 

Milly wondered if the camera could get any closer than it already was, since 
the lens seemed to be only a matter of inches away from the throbbing, 
shamefully denuded intimacy of the girl's body. She, herself, hardly dared 
to move for fear of displaying to the people around her how seriously all of 
this was beginning to affect her. Completely embarrassed, she felt the 
heated secretions of arousal in her own excited young body were starting to 
flow, and she sensed unhappily that the crotch of her panties was becoming 
wet as a result. Out of the corner of her eyes she stole a glance at Glenda 
and found that her brunette roommate was fast becoming too involved with her 
male companion, Max, to pay attention to the film. Glenda's long tapering 
legs were stretched out wide in front of her as she leaned back against the 
man's broad chest, and he had one hand buried up under the hem of her dress 
while the other continued to caress her ripely naked breasts, not making any 
particular attempt to hide what he was doing. Glenda's cocktail dress had 
slipped completely off one shoulder now as Max openly caressed her, 
revealing one totally naked, perfectly formed breast for anyone in the room 
to look at. Surprisingly enough, no one was paying much attention. All of 
the women in the room were gradually being stripped by the men they were 
with, and the whole scene looked just about as lascivious and depraved as 
the movie they were supposed to be watching. 

Glenda moaned slightly as Max's hand plunged farther up under her dress, 
dragging the skirt up with it so that Milly could see that his entire hand 
had insinuated itself beneath the tight elastic leg band of her panties, and 
was cupping the delicate vaginal mound. Milly colored involuntarily, but she 
was as fascinated by this open scene of depravity as she was repelled by it, 
and she instinctively moved closer to Sam Brooks as if he would protect her 
from such things. Glenda seemed to be totally unaware that anyone was 
looking at her, and the teenage brunette's buttocks were grinding 
lasciviously as the businessman roughly dug his outstretched middle finger 
into the wetly sensitive flesh around her cunt. Both she and Max seemed to 
be completely unconscious of the spectacle on the screen before them, seemed 
uncaring that there were witnesses. 

Milly took a deep drag on the marijuana cigarette to steady her nerves, 
wondering precisely when and how she ought to call a halt to these 
proceedings. Unfortunately, these men were all her father's colleagues and 
if she irritated them by breaking up their party, MBM would lose business 
instead of gaining it. She should have known better than to come here 
tonight, but she had counted on Glenda keeping her wits together and doing 
the thinking for both of them as usual. 

As she glanced around the room, her fears that the party was degenerating 
into an orgy were confirmed in the worst possible way. She was the only girl 
in the apartment who was not already half naked, and despite the darkness, 
she could see that many couples were already locked in lewd sensual 
embraces, some of them actually making love on the floor right there in 
front of everyone! The haze of marijuana smoke hung heavily over the room, 
filtering into her lungs whether she dragged on her cigarette or not, and 
Milly felt her self control and willpower slipping away bit by bit. Sam's 
hand was now making tantalizing movements against her ripely sensitive 
breasts, and with a deft movement of his other hand, he managed to unzip the 
back of her dress a few inches to allow him fuller access to the softly 
yielding globes of her tender young bosom. 

"Look now," Sam commanded softly, and Milly glanced up at the screen on time 
to see the client move to the edge of the bed. 

He pulled the girl up on her hands and knees facing him. His huge muscular 
cock was bouncing slowly up and down as he cruelly flexed it in her face a 
look of fear and humiliation swept into the nakedly kneeling young 
prostitute's eyes as his massively rigid penis dangled threateningly only an 
inch or two away from her wetly parted lips. The man wrapped one heavy hand 
around the thick shaft of his cock, and he slowly and tormentingly pulled 
back the skin to reveal the large red blood-filled tip of his cock. Then, 
his smile becoming broader, he moved forward, bringing the moistly throbbing 
cock-head into direct contact with her delicate little lips. 

Obviously afraid to move or protest, the prostitute held still while he 
degraded her by running the glans licentiously over the soft surface of her 
tightly closed lips. Reluctance to do what he asked of her was plainly 
visible on the prostitute's face, but she knew there was no way out for her 
now. With an expression of resignation, her mouth dropped limply open and 
the client flicked forward with his hips, expertly lodging the long rigid 
shaft of his pulsating cock within the moist sanctuary of her lips. 

"Oh!" Milly murmured in a state of alarm. Her idea of a dirty movie had been 
a strip tease on film, or perhaps even men and women pretending to make 
love. But there was nothing pretended about this! She had read about the act 
of oral intercourse, and even talked about it once in awhile with her 
girlfriends at school, but she had really never seen it before, and the 
sight shocked her profoundly. But the movie was doing more than offending 
her moral sense; unfortunately it was also arousing her, and a violent 
shiver ran through her heatedly excited young body. 

"What's the matter?" inquired Sam Brooks sympathetically. "Is it getting to 
you?" 

"It's just that... I never saw anything quite like this before," she 
stammered, certain that he was going to think her a naive little hick who 
belonged back in grammar school. 

"I find this kind of thing very interesting, particularly from a scientific 
point of view," Brooks explained, whispering in her ear so as not to disturb 
the others. "We all have our own sex lives, and sometimes they can get 
pretty dull unless we get some stimulation from outside. A movie like this 
gives you ideas you can experiment with the next time you have the 
opportunity, and suggests some new positions and techniques you can try out 
on your partner. I think that sex is like a brand new science that we are 
just beginning to explore and understand, don't you?" 

"Oh yes," agreed Milly quickly, bewildered by all this erudite sounding 
nonsense. "It's just that ..." 

"Now this position, for example. It's called oral intercourse in the medical 
books, or a "blow-job" in everyday talk, and I bet you didn't know that a 
certain percentage of women are able to achieve orgasm while they're doing 
it." 

"I didn't know that," the girl answered, a little overwhelmed. 

"Well, examine your own experience. Don't you feel a certain amount of 
pleasure when you're engaged in oral intercourse?" 

"I've never done it." 

"Now, there you are! And the next time you go to bed with one of your 
boyfriends, you can experiment a little and see if you like it. Watch the 
girl and see what happens." 

Whether the actress impersonating a prostitute in the film was acting or 
behaving as she would in real life was impossible to tell, but what happened 
on the screen seemed to confirm what Sam Brooks had been saying. 

The beautiful young prostitute seemed to be warming up to the whole idea, 
her hands reaching up between his muscular thighs and cupping the softness 
of his sperm-bloated testicles between her gentle fingers. While she sucked 
on the pulsating hardness of his cock she stroked him passionately, the 
piston of flesh moving inexorably in and out between the red, wetly 
glistening lips of her cruelly stretched mouth. Gradually, the man's 
movements became more violent, his buttocks tensing and straining as he 
drove his hard pumping cock deeper and deeper into the young woman's willing 
throat. On the sound track could be heard gurgles and grunts of pleasure and 
submission as she sucked on him hungrily, now apparently determined to draw 
every drop of the life giving, lust-exciting semen out of his body into 
hers. The prostitute's arms were wrapped tightly around his back, and the 
audience could see her muscles strain as she struggled to pull him even 
farther into the hot vacuum of her wildly sucking mouth. 

"Now watch," counseled Sam, panting a little from excitement as he spoke. 
"This is the good part." 

At least for the actor, this was the good part indeed. With a groan, the 
young client wound his hands into the girl's long hair, holding her head in 
a death-grip as he began ramming in and out of her greedily sucking mouth 
with all the fury of a madman. The girl's hand left his testicles and snaked 
rapidly down between her own widely spread legs where she plunged three 
fingers directly into the moist throbbing opening of her vagina and began 
finger-fucking herself with quick hard movements. Simultaneously, the 
youthful customer groaned as his hot searing sperm gushed out from the tip 
of his hard driving cock into the depths of her wildly gulping throat. Most 
of his long thick penis was deep inside of her mouth and throat now, and all 
that was visible on the screen were the wisps of pubic hair which appeared 
on either side of his cum-glistening shaft. 

Milly felt a strange frightening change come over her body as she watched 
this wildly perverse act of love, and she found herself unconsciously 
sucking at the marijuana cigarette in rhythm with the young girl's rapidly 
working throat, in a desperate effort to get a hold of herself. This crowd 
of construction men and their women was way too fast for her, she knew 
perfectly well now, and it was clear as day that Sam Brooks expected to take 
her to bed immediately after the film was over, but somehow she sat there 
immobilized while the business man unzipped the rest of her dress and 
proceeded to play freely with her rapidly rising and falling breasts. 

On her left, the man named Max was enjoying himself to the fullest with 
Glenda, his wetly pistoning finger buried deeply up between the blonde 
girl's legs, while he ducked his head to tease her succulent young breasts 
with his sharp white teeth. Try as she might, Milly couldn't keep her eyes 
off them or the lascivious scene up on the screen in front of her. Even when 
the film flickered and went blank, that final cataclysmic orgasm remained 
emblazoned on her mind and refused to go away. 

On her right, she could feel that young Sam Brooks was getting edgy, anxious 
to proceed with the evening's entertainment. His hands crawled over her 
warmly excited breasts like a prowling pair of predatory animals, 
occasionally drifting down over her smooth white stomach in an effort to 
sneak beneath the tight elastic waistband of her panties, each time he 
sought entrance to her panties, she caught the offending hand and dragged it 
away, but she knew perfectly well that her resistance was running down . . . 
and the man by her side was unusually persistent. Something would have to 
give soon! 

But Glenda and her newly acquired friend Max, ran out of patience first. 
Tucking his shirt tails into his pants and standing in a half-crouch to 
conceal the enormous, almost painful erection in his pants, Max pulled 
Glenda unresistingly to her feet and dragged her off in the direction of-a 
bedroom. Holding her dress up over her heavily swaying breasts with one 
hand, Glenda followed, apparently eager to go with him. 

"Where are they going?" hissed Milly in some alarm. She had been prepared to 
sit through almost anything so long as Glenda was nearby, but she was 
frightened at the idea of being left alone in this room full of nakedly 
writhing, groping bodies. 

"To the bedroom, I imagine," replied Sam Brooks dryly. 

"But. . . but Glenda and I are supposed to stay together ..." Milly 
stammered, knowing how silly this must be sounding. 

"No problem. It's a double bedroom. We can slip around to the other one and 
watch them through the door." 

This made very little sense to Milly, but she nodded in agreement, wanting 
only to be near Glenda in case something happened and she needed help in a 
hurry. Following her girlfriend's example, the young brunette held her 
unzipped dress in place with one hand and followed her host through the mob 
as he stepped cautiously over one lewdly entwined couple who had completely 
thrown caution to the winds and were fucking madly in front of the 
fireplace, both of them stark naked. 

Milly gazed at them with horror written on her face. "Oh my God!" she 
murmured, feeling dizzy from the effect of the alcohol, marijuana, and her 
own heated arousal. She stared as the man's great white penis stroked wetly 
in and out of the woman's frantically undulating vagina. "Oh . . . my God!" 
the young girl repeated, and then rushed after Sam Brooks Junior, as if he 
were the only one who could save her now. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The apartment was large and labyrinthine, and Milly quickly lost her sense 
of direction as Sam Brooks led her through a series of rooms, finally 
entering a well furnished and elegant bedroom. 

"They're in the next room," he whispered, motioning her towards a farther 
door. "Let's have a quick peek and see what they're up to." 

"Oh Sam, I don't think we should," Milly protested nervously, still feeling 
the maddening tingles of forbidden pleasure racing through her over 
stimulated body as she found herself alone in a bedroom with a strange man. 
"Suppose they're . . . they're . . . doing it?" 

"All the better," chuckled the sophisticated young businessman. "We might 
pick up some new techniques, although I doubt that my old friend Max has got 
much of anything to teach me." 

The young man's apartment was filled with rather loud music from the living 
room, and there seemed to be little danger of their being overheard, so 
Milly reluctantly surrendered and followed him to the other door to the 
bedroom. Sam opened it a crack, having switched off the lights behind them, 
and together they peered into the other room. 

It was worse than she had expected! 

With the light burning brightly by the bedside, Glenda had already rid 
herself of the rest of her clothing and was lying nakedly spread-eagled on 
the big double bed, not more than six feet away from where Milly and Sam 
huddled in the shadows. The businessman named Max had seemed fat and 
unpleasant with all his clothing on, but naked, Milly could see that his 
body was firm and extraordinarily well muscled, and they watched him as he 
knelt almost respectfully on the bed between Glenda's outstretched legs, 
running his tongue and lips hungrily up over her freely offered body. The 
blonde girl's erect little nipples were already wetly glistening, indicating 
that he had already paid his respects to that portion of her voluptuously 
tempting body, and now Max was concentrating all his lascivious efforts on 
the sensitive pubic area up between her long, smoothly tapered legs. 

Glenda looked like a woman who had just lost her mind; she was lewdly 
writhing and twisting on the bed almost as if she were in pain, while the 
man sucked and licked noisily at her vulnerably, wetly groveling pussy. 

This was precisely the salacious scene that Milly had wanted to avoid 
seeing, but now that she was confronted with it, the trembling young girl 
knew that she lacked the will power to drag her eyes away. Watching the 
actress in the movie had been a brand new experience for her, but what was 
happening before her widened eyes right now was entirely different. Glenda 
was her friend, someone she knew very well and respected, and here she was 
obscenely sprawled on a bed with an almost complete stranger's hungrily 
lapping tongue licking at her naked, young vagina. Leaning forward to get a 
better view, Milly braced her shoulders against an easy chair and suddenly 
felt Sam Brooks move agilely into position behind her. The man was smoking 
another marijuana cigarette and when he offered her a drag, she accepted 
without thinking about the consequences, putting the dangerous narcotic to 
her lips and sucking in as deeply as she could. A feeling of intense, 
floating relaxation flowed through her excited young body as the rich 
aromatic oriental drug filtered steadily into her bloodstream, adding to the 
clouds in her mind and to the emotions already provoked by the obscene movie 
they had witnessed. 

And after another few puffs, she found herself almost enjoying the 
situation. One had to admit that Glenda was a beautiful woman, and the naked 
young blonde seemed to realize it herself as she stretched out so sensually 
on the bed, receiving the wet offerings of Max's warmly moistened lips on 
her pussy like a goddess accepts sacrifices burnt for her on an altar. 
Glenda's eyes were wide open, but Milly correctly guessed that her girl 
friend was in no condition to take notice of what was going on around her 
since her gaze was lust-dazed and glassy. Max was working over her like a 
slave now, lashing at her hotly swollen vaginal lips with his tongue and 
using his fingers to pry her tight young cunt open even farther as his lips 
coursed wetly over the fleshy outer flanges of her cuntal lips. The light 
was not good, but Milly could still detect the daintily throbbing bud of 
Glenda's erect little clitoris, seeing the tiny nerve bud jerk and convulse 
every time the man's tongue washed lewdly over it. 

With a numb feeling of agreeable surprise, Milly noticed that her own 
heatedly aroused body was becoming more sensitive with every passing minute, 
swaying unconsciously back and forth in time with the lewd writhings of the 
two naked people on the bed before her. 

Sam Brooks was standing directly behind her now, his hands resting casually 
on her hips, and as he pressed his groin into the cleft of her smoothly 
rounded buttocks felt the throbbing hardness confined in his pants thrusting 
urgently against her tightly clenched ass cheeks. For some reason, the lewd 
sensation failed to upset her; she was happy knowing he was there, 
protecting her and she made no objection when his hands once again began to 
roam lasciviously over her drugged young body. After all she rationalized, 
he had touched her breasts before and gone no farther. Why should she let it 
upset her now? Besides, his caresses felt better and better as time went on, 
and the same hungering fluttery sensation she had experienced while watching 
the movie seemed to be coming back all over again, stronger and more intense 
than ever. Sam reached agilely around her waist, cupped both of her ripely 
swaying breasts in his hands, and began to massage them gently with a slow 
circular motion that Milly felt particularly relaxing. 

Having had no prior experience with the effects of marijuana mixed with 
alcohol, the young brunette had no way of judging precisely how high she 
was. All she knew was the fact that she felt wonderful and happy, since Sam 
would certainly sign a large order with MBM the first thing in the morning 
and her father's job would be safe again. She would never tell him of the 
sacrifice she had made on his behalf, but she and Glenda would know and that 
would be enough. 

While following Sam into the bedroom, Milly had taken the trouble to zip her 
dress up once again, but now she felt the zipper being lowered, this time 
all the way down to the base of her spine. Before she could react in some 
way to this bold initiative, Sam's hands returned immediately to the attack, 
this time sweeping over her nakedly aroused breasts until his exploring 
fingers located her sensitively hardened nipples, squeezing them gently 
between his thumb and forefinger. Milly gasped a little as unexpected 
rivulets of wildly erotic pleasure trickled over her inexperienced body, and 
for a moment she worried that her involuntary sound might have alerted the 
two lovers in the next room. 

But Max and Glenda were much too involved with their own affairs to pay much 
attention to idle sounds from another room, and Milly frankly doubted that 
either one of them would have minded a drum and bugle corps marching past 
the foot of the bed. Having roused her into an absolute fury of passion with 
his ruthless wet sucking of her hotly palpitating pussy, Max obviously now 
had better things in mind, and the burly business man began inching his way 
slowly up the length of her wantonly writhing body, running his tongue wetly 
over the flat smooth plane of her stomach as he moved upward. As he rose up 
off the bed, Milly could see the man's long thick cock protruding from his 
groin like the cannon on a battle ship, its hard meaty shaft surrounded by a 
forest of dense black pubic hair. Instinctively she shivered at the sight, 
and Sam responded by pushing his impatiently throbbing cock even harder 
against the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks. 

As Max levered up over her young blonde friend, Milly assumed that he was 
going to plough brutally into her defenseless, wetly waiting vagina; but for 
some reason, he delayed even longer, inching forward until his buttocks 
rested lightly on the base of her rib cage. He bent then and fastened his 
lips harshly over her mouth, his body almost doubled in two. The kiss ended 
and he pushed even farther forward until the rubbery scarlet tip of his 
murderously thick cock dangled menacingly only a few inches from Glenda's 
openly panting mouth. Not one to lose the slightest opportunity, the robust 
businessman reached carefully behind him as he rested his naked buttocks on 
her full sensuous breasts, his fingers finding their way directly to the 
moist pink flanges of her cunt. He used his outstretched middle finger to 
skewer directly into the wetly sensitive pussy opening up between her legs, 
rotating his hand rapidly to give her the maximum of sexual stimulation. 

By this point, Glenda was in a shamelessly aroused state which could only be 
described as nearly hysterical, and her long voluptuous young body kept 
jerking and quivering spasmodically as if an electric current were being 
passed steadily through her veins. Milly could see that she was 
halfheartedly trying to struggle away from this humiliating, teasing 
position, but the man was heavy and strong and he pinned her easily to the 
bed, a lewd sadistic grin circling across his broad face as he used his one 
free hand to maneuver his hotly pulsating cock toward Glenda's panting 
mouth. In a slow tormenting circle, Max rubbed the hard bulbous head of his 
penis over her wetly trembling lips. It took some time for Milly to realize 
that the same obscene act she had seen on film a few minutes before was 
actually going to be repeated right now in front of her very eyes. 

But Glenda was not quite so slow to get the idea, having guessed from the 
beginning precisely what the older businessman wanted. As Max's 
lust-stiffened cock waved lewdly in her direction, her tongue stabbed out 
teasingly and began licking at the tiny opening in the red, heatedly 
pulsating cock-head. As she lifted her head off the mattress, Max 
accommodatingly placed a pillow behind her neck, simultaneously moving 
forward with his hips to make everything as easy as possible. 

Milly found she was breathing really hard now, as if it was she herself who 
was being forced into this perverse, unnatural act and not her girl friend. 
Sensing her growing excitement, Sam's hands began to explore farther afield, 
trailing down over her stomach and slipping unimpeded under the elastic 
waistband of her white little panties. Milly's natural reaction was to suck 
her breath in sharply, causing her stomach to become momentarily concave and 
Sam capitalized on the situation by driving his hand clear down into the 
moist "vee" of her narrow, hair-lined cuntal slit. Her half-naked body 
jerked convulsively as she felt his fingers caressing her in this most 
intimate part of her inexperienced young body, but she was pinned neatly 
between Sam's pulsating groin from behind and his hand rummaging up between 
her legs. She was helpless to move in any direction, and unable to object 
vocally without being overheard by Max and Glenda. 

Milly was fumbling with his wrist and trying to pull him away, when Sam 
suddenly found what he was looking for, and she felt his fingers close over 
her excitedly throbbing clitoris. He fondled it gently, twirling it back and 
forth between forefinger and thumb, sending wave after wave of hot ecstasy 
flooding through her loins. Suddenly all of their combined emotions and 
stimulations were too much to fight, and her quivering young body went slack 
as she realized that her resistance was at an end. She could feel Sam's 
powerfully throbbing penis pressing urgently into her from behind, and every 
time she moved to escape from some new act of aggression, she seemed to give 
him another opening to exploit. It was an impossible situation and the 
marijuana had so jumbled her brain that she was no longer capable of 
thinking clearly enough to get away. 

But their silent struggles were interrupted by a sudden wet sucking noise 
from the other room, and both Sam and Milly looked up startled to see what 
was going on. Max, smiling like the devil himself, had risen up on his 
knees, straightening his body and ramming his thick turgid cock deeply into 
Glenda's moistly gaping mouth! To Milly it seemed like a physical certainty 
that her girl friend would choke to death on the massive thickness thrust so 
violently into her throat, but in fact, the depraved young blonde showed no 
sign of discomfort, and went promptly to work, hungrily sucking away at his 
thick pistoning shaft as if she had waited all her life for this one moment 
of perfect bliss. 

Milly was half horrified and half fascinated, and it had never really 
occurred to her before that scenes like this actually took place in real 
life, much less that she would ever be a concealed witness to one. Max was 
riding Glenda like a horseman sits astride a mare, one hand wound into the 
girl's long blonde hair while two fingers of the other were buried obscenely 
in the moistly throbbing depths of her wide-open cunt. Sam and Milly were 
perfectly situated for a clear view of everything that was going on, and 
each time Max ruthlessly thrust his rigidly pulsing cock into the girl's 
tightly ovalled mouth they could see her cheeks billowing out like a 
balloon, her eyes glazed with a dreamy off-in-space look which Milly had 
never seen before. For some strange reason, Milly found herself wiping her 
tongue around inside of her own mouth as if she were trying the idea out 
herself, and she knew that the hot flow of cuntal lubricant down her sleek 
inner thighs was increasing to the point where her panties were soaked and 
the tops of her nylons were wet. 

Sam Brooks, standing behind her, gazed down at his prize with a sense of 
real sexual satisfaction. He had gone to the party tonight expecting to get 
laid, all right, that much had been clear from the kind of invitation he had 
received. But it had never crossed his mind that he would wind up with 
something as young and tender as Tom Stanton's daughter. Of course, she 
wasn't exactly a virgin anymore, but who wanted virgins anyway? But he could 
feel that her little cunt was still tight and firm, indicating that she had 
been to bed only a couple of times. She obviously was still fairly innocent 
and inexperienced, which was exactly the way Sam liked his women. 

But he still found it difficult to believe his luck! Milly was bending over 
submissively in front of him, her dress hanging loosely around her waist and 
her smoothly curved young buttocks rotating eagerly around in tight little 
circles as if they were begging for another caress. And besides being wildly 
excited by the show staged by Max and Glenda, the beautiful teenaged 
brunette was stoned out of her mind on marijuana. What more was he waiting 
for? A written invitation? 

Moving carefully and slowly so as not to jar her out of this delicate mood 
of surrender, Sam pushed the silken folds of her short skirt up over her 
waist and gently slid the soft white panties down over the smoothly 
shimmering globes of her buttocks. At this point he braced himself for some 
stormy indignant reaction, but instead the girl did nothing, perhaps sensing 
that what was coming was already in the cards and knowing that there was no 
longer any possibility of backing away. 

Milly was not yet resigned to the humiliating prospect of being fucked 
standing up like this, bent nakedly over the back of an easy chair while 
they watched another couple commit obscene acts, but no words formed in her 
mouth as she felt herself slowly being stripped by this man, and her muscles 
felt so weak and rubbery, forcing her to spread her feet a little farther 
apart for better support. A deep red blush of shame covered her face as she 
felt the warm sensuous air in the room sweep over her nakedly exposed body. 
She felt ridiculous and humiliated in this shameful position with her whole 
naked backside sticking up. Why, it was just like waving a red flag in the 
face of a bull. He was going to do it to her; she knew that positively now. 
A part of her mind was shrieking at her to run away before it was too late, 
while her shamelessly aroused body demanded she stay and be fulfilled. 

Then she heard the metallic rasp of a zipper being undone, and she knew that 
any hope she might have had of escaping was now smashed forever. But his 
next move was entirely unexpected. Milly expected him to come skewering into 
her, and she braced herself against the chair, fearfully awaiting his hotly 
throbbing cock's first violent thrust into her wetly waiting cunt. 

Instead of immediately fucking into her, Sam Brooks lewdly grinned and 
dropped to his knees behind her, pressing his face to the shadowy inviting 
crevice between her fleshy, half-moon buttocks. His wetly heated tongue 
snaked out agilely, bathing the length and breadth of her cringing anal 
crevice from top to bottom. Milly was completely unprepared for this sudden 
stimulation and her knees almost gave out from under her as his tongue 
returned to the attack and finally stabbed indecently into the tightly 
puckered ring of her anus. 

"Oh no," she muttered, still sufficiently in possession of her wits to keep 
her voice down. The wildly tantalizing licking was driving her insane, 
particularly whenever Sam's long wet tongue reached all the way forward to 
stimulate the tiny trembling bud of her clitoris. Soon he was running his 
tongue agonizingly around the sensitively quivering lips of her pulsating 
wet vagina and causing her entire body to tremble violently as if she had 
suddenly been stricken with a chill. She had never known any sensation quite 
as intense as this before, and the waves of forbidden pleasure which were 
sweeping repeatedly over her nakedly over-stimulated body robbed her of any 
self-control she might still have possessed. Wild erotic fantasies and 
dreams seemed to invade her mind and refused to be driven away and she found 
herself imagining that she was lying on her back on the bed along side of 
Glenda with Tom's heatedly throbbing cock stuck brutally into her softly 
yielding mouth. Her whole heatedly aroused body was tingling with a wild 
lewd joy, and for a moment, she thought she was going to have her first 
orgasm in her life . . . even before he had the opportunity to stick his 
wonderfully thick penis into her wetly eager vagina. 

Abruptly, Sam stopped licking and for a moment her body was filled with the 
irrational fear that he had suddenly gotten bored and was going to go away 
and leave her in this painful state of arousal. Then she felt him rising to 
his feet and pressing in at her from behind again, and her mind was 
possessed with a new kind of fear. As his massively pulsing cock came into 
contact with the wetly sensitive flesh up between her legs, the 
inexperienced young woman for the first time felt the enormity of his long 
thick penis challenging the entrance to her tight little vagina, and she 
suddenly realized just how big he was. 

Her nakedly white buttocks cringed away from the relentless rubbery tip 
which was attempting to invade her wetly throbbing vaginal cleft from the 
rear, but Sam pressed forward insistently while her mind went into orbit 
with apprehension. 

He's too big, she told herself in alarm. None of the boys at school were 
ever this size! He'll hurt me! 

Slowly his fingers prepared the way, guiding the hot head of the blunt heavy 
instrument to the softly trembling cuntal flesh and opening her up even 
farther with his fingers separating her tautly tensed pussy. 

"I can't!" she whispered in agony. "It's too ... too big." 

"I haven't killed anyone yet," Sam chuckled callously from behind her. "What 
you little girls got between your legs doesn't break that easily. It's 
stronger than your Daddy's cement." 

"Ohhhhh!" she sighed, feeling him put the hotly throbbing tip of his long 
harsh shaft against the tightly-clasped elastic rim of her vagina. She 
squeezed, hoping to hold him out by brute force, but the man was far to 
clever for her. Knowing that her vaginal muscles were frail and weak, he 
simply kept up the pressure until she was involuntarily forced to relax, and 
then pushed forward, worming his way past the quivering, widely stretched 
lips of her cunt and into the hotly throbbing interior passage, spreading 
and forcing wide the delicate sensitive flesh of her vagina as his cock 
moved inexorably ahead. 

"AAAAHHHHHH!" she grunted, making a desperate effort not to cry aloud. The 
man's mighty penis felt like the shaft of a tree being thrust up inside of 
her, and the walls of her cunt seemed to be screaming silent screams of pain 
while the man inched steadily forward, never giving her time to adapt 
herself to this enormous presence inside of her. 

Trying hopelessly to distract herself from her misery, Milly's eyes focused 
on the scene in the next room where Glenda was still doing her best to coax 
the warm, male semen out of Max's body and into her own. Her girl friend's 
soft active lips were clasped hungrily around the white shaft of the man's 
penis as it sawed rhythmically in and out of her open mouth and Max was 
smiling with unconcealed delight as he looked down on her cock-stuffed face, 
watching her lick and kiss his tingling super-stimulated penis like a child 
with an ice cream cone on a hot day. His fingers were still buried deep 
inside Glenda's freely-flowing cunt, and the whole bottom half of her body 
was a blur of motion as the girl thrust her loins repeatedly up to meet his 
marauding hand, exciting herself more and more by the moment. On her face 
was an expression of pure delight and Milly could see random droplets of 
seminal liquid trickling down her cheeks and onto the pillow. The two of 
them looked like a pair of sex lunatics who belonged in an asylum somewhere! 

But Sam was wasting no time watching other people and bracing himself 
against the girl's slender hips, he began to fuck slowly in and out, moving 
gently to avoid hurting her any more than was necessary. In fact, the pain 
was steadily diminishing now for Milly, as Sam had predicted it would, and a 
strange new mood of recklessness and abandon was creeping over her body, 
aided and abetted by the quantity of alcohol and marijuana swimming in her 
blood stream. A sane quiet voice in the back of her head told her quite 
clearly that this was all wrong, but the sensations emanating steadily from 
the base of her spine conveyed different instructions and she obeyed, 
wiggling her buttocks seductively around in tight little circles as the man 
fucked rhythmically up into her. 

"Yes," she suddenly muttered at him. "Yes, do it like that!" 

Sam was not a man who had to be told twice in circumstances like this and he 
spread his legs far apart for better balance and began fucking harder and 
deeper into her with long smooth strokes, feeling like a king as he towered 
over the submissively shivering girl. Inside of her, he could feel his huge, 
rock-hard cock pushing aside the soft fleshy walls of her vagina and 
plunging deeper and deeper into her body with every pile-driving stroke. 

There was something of the sadist in Sam Brooks, like most spoiled young men 
who have been rich from birth, and he deliberately dug his sharp fingernails 
into the delicate white skin of her thighs, purposely causing her pain, and 
grinning fiendishly as she responded by groaning piteously beneath him. 
Then, using his knees, he forced her legs even farther apart, spreading and 
stretching even wider the tender half-moons of her buttocks in an effort to 
fuck her all the way up to the bottom of her belly. His attempt was 
successful and in an instant, he felt the heavy, blood-engorged tip of his 
cock brushing roughly against the softly resisting flesh of her cervix deep 
up inside her flowering vagina. 

The young man knew instinctively that she had never been fucked quite this 
deep before and he cruelly decided to give her everything he had and make 
her cum so that she would remember it all her life, so that whenever she got 
it by another man she would have to compare him with Sam Brooks. 

Milly by this point was totally helpless, a willing victim in the hands of 
this older and vastly more experienced man, reduced to the point where she 
no longer really possessed a will of her own. The position she was in was 
somewhat uncomfortable, and she compensated by bending over even more 
resting her full, firmly pointed young breasts on the back of the chair and 
her head almost protruding into the next room where Max and Glenda continued 
to writhe obscenely together on the bed. 

Max's hard pummeling cock was still stuck deeply in Glenda's tightly ovalled 
mouth and the naked young blonde seemed to be sucking him more furiously 
than ever as his sperm-laden balls danced lewdly up against her chin with 
every ruthless stroke of his wetly glistening penis into her. Despite the 
fog in her mind, Milly could see clearly that the burly muscular man was 
straining at the point of an orgasm, and it suddenly occurred to her that 
when it happened, he would fill up her girl friend's open mouth with a 
torrent of thick hot sperm. He's going to cum right up into her throat! she 
realized with a growing sense of dismay. She'll drown! 

Her eyes opened wide as the strange perverse drama unfolded before her. With 
an animalistic snarl, Max suddenly seized Glenda's head in a vise-like grip, 
thrusting his wildly jerking penis as far down into her futilely protesting 
throat as was humanly possible. His face was red and the greying hair on his 
meaty chest seemed to be standing up on end, and Milly knew that his 
long-awaited orgasm was upon him. 

"Aahhh! Keep sucking, baby. Suck .. . suck . . . suck!" he growled, savagely 
fucking in and out of her tightly compressed lips. 

Simultaneously, Glenda's Adam's apple began to bob frantically up and down 
as she struggled to lose not a drop of the precious, life-giving liquid 
which was pouring in thinly spurting torrents deep into her willing 
accepting throat. Milly groaned inwardly as she watched her friend 
humiliated in this vile fashion, broken down to the lowest level of humanity 
by her own depraved lusts. 

Whatever else happens, she vowed to herself, I'll never never do that to a 
man, any man! But her thoughts were quickly distracted as she felt Sam 
beginning to make longer, harder strokes into her hotly pulsating cunt from 
behind. She moaned incoherently as he thrust steadily in and out of her 
hungering, tightly stretched vagina, his heavy, buttock-flattening strokes 
becoming faster and more violent by the minute. Excited more than she 
realized by what Max had done to Glenda, the young brunette began to react 
passionately now, her whole sensually awakened body twisting and writhing 
uncontrollably as she welcomed his pleasure-giving hardness deeper and 
deeper up into her wildly aroused belly. 

"Oh . . . oh, God!" she was able to groan, reaching back futilely with her 
hands in a vain attempt to touch him. She had never experienced anything 
remotely like this before, she realized, nothing like this madness, this 
self-abandon, this open, naked, undisguised lust. Was it the marijuana? Or 
the man? 

But her drug-dazed mind was too errant to give the matter any serious 
consideration, and Milly concentrated her thoughts on the wicked tingling 
sensation which was slowly working its way up from the hot steaming flesh 
between her legs and radiating steadily out in all directions, even up into 
the hotly throbbing buds of her nipples and back down again into her long, 
sleekly tapered legs which were beginning to jerk and tremble now as Sam's 
long thick cock fucked up into her hotly clasping young pussy from behind 
with all the strength in his body. 

"Oh God, do it to me," she groaned, now half out of her mind with 
unsatisfied lust. "Fuck me back there like that! Oh God! Fuck me back 
there!" 

Milly could hardly believe that it was herself speaking as she listened to 
the obscene words rolling lewdly from her mouth, but she was working her way 
slowly but surely towards a spectacularly explosive orgasm, the first of her 
young life. In her previous limited experience with sex, Milly had always 
had difficulty cumming, usually warming up too slowly for her partner and 
always being left disappointed afterwards as a result. This time, she knew 
she was going to make it, and she bore down as hard as she could, tensing 
the fluttering internal muscles of her vagina in order to increase the 
pressure on the man's heatedly pistoning cock and bring her wildly 
stimulated clitoris into contact with his lust-hardened shaft. 

It was a fatal error. Sam suddenly bent over her, placing his head on her 
naked back and uttering a low heart-felt groan as the warm swirling cum from 
deep within his body began its irreversible rush up the long narrow channel 
in his wildly jerking penis and started spitting convulsively into the 
heatedly clasping heart of her tight young cunt. Milly could feel it washing 
into her in hot, implaccable torrents, and a sense of black despair filled 
her as she realized she was going to be cheated one more time. 

"Sam! Please wait! I'm almost there. Keep fucking me! . . . No, Sam . . . oh 
. . . no!" she pleaded uselessly, knowing perfectly well that there was no 
way in the world he could hold himself back now. In a desperate last minute 
effort not to be left out of it, the lustfully hungering young woman ground 
her nakedly writhing buttocks back into his groin fiercely, rotating her 
buttocks around and around on the deflating shaft of his wildly ejaculating 
cock in a hopeless effort to give her that ounce of extra stimulation she 
needed to achieve her own fulfillment. 

Her efforts were destined to be in vain. Sam muttered an apology and slipped 
out of her, still hungrily twitching pussy with a lewdly wet sucking sound, 
his penis now soft and useless. There was an ache in her back from having 
held the same position for so long, Milly straightened up, feeling her skirt 
slip down over her hips and fall on the floor as she stood erect, leaving 
her totally naked. The girl was too miserable to care and she collapsed in 
drugged agony on the bed while Sam closed the door leading to the next room 
and turned back to her. 

"Hey, that was great, honey," he congratulated her as if they had just 
finished a rousing game of checkers. "Here, you have a drag or two on this 
joint while I make like a good host and see that everybody's glass is full. 
Give me a couple minutes to rest, and we'll have another try, okay?" 

Looking somewhat embarrassed at his failure (Milly gathered this sort of 
thing did not happen to him everyday), Sam Brooks slipped into his pants, 
handed her another lighted marijuana cigarette and quietly left the room. 

Her mind reeling in confusion, the brunette teenager rested nakedly on the 
top of the bed, aware that anyone could wander into the bedroom and see her 
in this exposed condition, but lacking the will power to get up and put her 
clothing on. She was so heatedly aroused and dissatisfied at this point that 
even her light flimsy miniskirt would have seemed like a coat of armor, and 
she could not bear the idea of covering her warm sweating skin just yet. 
Gradually the cigarette she was smoking reinforced the quantity of a 
narcotic already swimming in her bloodstream, and she felt her head sailing 
higher and higher while the room seemed to be rotating on an axis of its 
own. 

"Hey, all undressed and nowhere to go!" came a voice unexpectedly out of the 
dim light in the bedroom, and Milly's eyes popped open to see a man step 
forward and seat himself comfortably on the edge of the bed. He was as naked 
as she, and the young girl vaguely remembered having seen him earlier in the 
evening at her father's party, but could not recall his name. 

"Great party, uh?" he commented cheerfully, lighting a cigarette and making 
himself comfortable. Milly heartily wished he would go away and leave her to 
her misery. It was bad enough having made a slut out of herself, she was 
thinking, but to have gone the whole way only to be left in this 
dissatisfied condition was worse than anything. The girl's loins felt as if 
they were on fire, and she pressed her legs together so that the stranger 
could not see how excited she was. 

"I don't know if we got a chance to meet each other before," the man smiled 
at her. "You're Tom Stanton's kid, aren't you? Well I'm Ed Talbort from 
Talbort and Company. We used to do a lot of business with your old man a 
couple of years back." 

It was totally ridiculous, given the fact that the two of them were sitting 
stark naked on a bed in the middle of an orgy, but the manners Milly had 
driven into her over the years took over and she found herself extending her 
hand. 

"Glad to meet you, Mister Talbort," she said, feeling stupid about shaking 
hands under these circumstances. But Talbort, a blond-haired, lean-bodied 
man in his middle forties, failed to release her hand, instead pulling her 
naked body towards him. 

"Well, what'll it be, Milly? You like the straight stuff or would a little 
sixty-nine appeal to you? Ed Talbort at your service." 

But she never got a chance to reply. Having taken care of the formality of 
introduction, the construction man moved fast, flattening her quickly on the 
bed so that her legs were dangling off one side and her head was crammed up 
against the headboard. He threw his long hard body quickly on top of her, 
Milly noted for the first time that he was already fully aroused and ready 
for action, his long slender penis jutting out of the pubic hair in his 
groin like a spear half hidden in tall grass. 

Wasting no time on preliminaries, Ed lifted her smoothly rounded buttocks 
clear off the mattress, posing over her like a man about to do a set of 
push-ups while he maneuvered his lust-hardened cock into the wetly 
glistening plain of her already battered pussy. 

Milly shuddered, knowing deep in her heart that this was exactly what she 
wanted, and yet emotionally unable to accept this brisk, informal, 
unsentimental approach to something which was supposed to be as serious as 
sex. But right now she needed to be fucked much too badly to protest, 
rolling her head from side to side in frustration and shame as she felt the 
quick hot twinges of lust bubbling up again inside of her hotly pulsating 
vagina. 

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me" she murmured, knowing that she was now so deep in 
depravity that she would never be the same again, simultaneously lifting up 
her buttocks to make the sensuous invitation as explicit as possible. 

"Aaahh! That's it," she found herself screaming rapturously as Talbort's 
lean muscular body surged forward enthusiastically, his long, hungry cock 
slithering easily into her cum-lubricated cunt without the slightest 
difficulty. This time there was no pain at all, and Milly felt the heatedly 
clasping walls of her vagina close gratefully around the man's long 
skewering instrument, eagerly welcoming his throbbing hardness into the 
depths of her hungering little cunt. Shame and humiliation were things of 
the past now, and she groaned with relief at being once more filled by a 
man's wonderfully hard penis, her mouth opened wide in undisguised ecstasy. 
She had been close to cumming a few minutes before, and she only needed this 
other little nudge to send her sailing off the top. 

A self satisfied smile of pleasure spread over the man's face as he realized 
that this hot little bitch was already cumming, after he had been inside of 
her less than thirty seconds! It seemed impossible and yet the construction 
man was familiar enough with all the signs of a woman's climax and Milly was 
demonstrating every one of them. Her hands darted quickly out, capturing his 
nakedly surging buttocks as she struggled mightily to pull him even farther 
into her wildly straining pussy, wrapping her legs around his back with 
desperate strength and using her heels as spurs to goad him deeper, ever 
deeper into her wildly convulsing cunt! Her breath was short and harsh and 
the orgiastic releases from her wetly palpitating vagina flowed like the 
waters of a river, streaming out of her quivering little pussy and wetting 
his hard-driving cock before dripping onto the mattress below them. 

"I'm cummmmmming!" she gasped just once, as if further notification was 
necessary, and followed these words with a long low wail of utter release, 
screaming out the end to all the frustration and denial she had known all 
evening. 

Later, she was dimly conscious that there were other people in the room. 
Glenda was there, and Mac, as well as some of the other men from the party. 
There seemed to be an inexhaustible supply of liquor to drink and marijuana 
to smoke. Men came and went, throwing their bodies on top of hers, sometimes 
bringing her to an orgasm and sometimes not, but after a certain point, it 
no longer seemed to make much difference. 

The party broke up just before dawn, and Glenda took the wearily trembling 
teenager into the bathroom and helped her clean up enough for the trip home. 
Her father was asleep on the couch when the two girls entered and they 
covered him with a blanket and went to bed. 

CHAPTER SIX 

"Hey Ed, are you there?" 

"Don't scream into the telephone, man, I've got a splitting headache!" 

"I know, you acquired it last night at my place. This is Sam Brooks." 

"Oh, hi, Sam. Hey, that was one hell of a party! Your entertainment..." Ed 
Talbort glanced at his pretty young secretary who was bent over her electric 
typewriter; he wanted to avoid shocking her until they got to know each 
other better. "Your entertainment was certainly of the highest quality, 
shall we say." 

"Thanks, Ed. I can take credit for most of it, but the real highlight of the 
evening was quite unexpected. I saw you in there enjoying that little broad 
with the best of them. Congratulations, old man." 

"Ah, yes, I was able to deliver two shipments of the best quality materials 
I had available," replied Ed Talbort, trying to give his secretary the 
impression that the client was fully satisfied on both occasions. I would be 
happy to do business with her any time she's in need of further . . . shall 
we say, service." 

Sam Brooks chuckled lewdly, but he had something on his mind beyond 
reminiscing and he came quickly to the point. 

"Look, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, Ed. I don't know how 
sentimental you get about these things, but I think we ought to do a little 
something for the kid. She was in there trying to get some business for her 
old man, and you've got to admit she gave it everything she had." 

"I would say that the client's efforts were outstanding," Talbort agreed 
emphatically. "As an old construction man, I must say that I never saw 
things going up so fast in my life." 

"Right, and if we want her to put out like that again, I would suggest we 
throw a little business to the Matthews Company. We've both got projects 
underway, and an order for a couple hundred tons of cement wouldn't kill 
either of us." 

"Sam, I like to keep business and pleasure separated. The Matthews people 
used to make good stuff, but these days that cement isn't good enough for my 
purposes," Talbort objected. "I can't have my buildings falling on people 
just to keep Tom Stanton happy, even if he is the nicest guy in the 
business." 

"Yeah, I know, Ed-boy," argued Sam Brooks persuasively. "But we're going to 
write up Tom an order anyway, and use his stuff wherever it doesn't have to 
take much weight, with a couple of reinforcing rods thrown in to make sure 
it doesn't crumble too soon. If Tom doesn't bring in some business soon, 
Matthews is going to fire him on us, and if Tom leaves the business neither 
one of us will ever get a crack at his kid again." 

"MMMMM, you have a point there," conceded Talbort. "I guess maybe we could 
do the same, but I couldn't even think about a long-term contract. It'll 
have to be a one-shot affair." 

"Same here, but call 'em up anyway and place some kind of an order. I'm 
going to talk to some of the other boys, and if we all throw in a 
contribution, maybe we can schedule another party next week, if we've all 
recovered by then." 

"My firm is ready to start deliveries of our high quality product as soon as 
there is an . . . opening. Next week would be fine." 

"Good, Ed. Say hello to the missus and we'll be talking to you." Sam Brooks 
concluded and the two men broke off their conversation. 

"Mrs. Talbort is holding on the other line," announced the businessman's 
secretary, primly, sending her boss an understanding smile. "She seems upset 
about something." 

"I was out late last night working a very important deal," Talbort explained 
indignantly. "Can't women understand that business is business!" 

* * * 

"I'm satisfied, at least for a start," Matthews was saying, swinging his 
feet up on top of the mahogany desk and lighting one of the pungent 
irritating cigars Tom Stanton had learned to dislike during the years he and 
Matthews had worked together. "All the orders we got were just thank-you 
notes, really, all short term things. But, like I say, it's a start and it 
shows you what that kind of sales promotion technique can produce. I must 
say that your daughter and her girl friend helped enormously! Those two kids 
really put some life into the party and then, I could tell the boys were 
tickled pink to see them there." 

Stanton winced at the recollection, lighting a cigarette to steady his 
nerves. The construction men who had been entertained at his house a few 
nights before had thrown quite a bit of business his way, far more than he 
expected, and a lot more than was warranted by the party itself. After all, 
he had spent only a few hundred dollars on drinks and refreshments, and 
gotten back several thousand dollars' worth of profits for the company. 
Something about the whole business worried him, and in the back of his 
troubled mind, he still carried around the image of Milly and Glenda leaving 
the house dressed in those tempting, sexy outfits in the company of a gang 
of rough, rowdy construction men. He had tried to stay awake long enough to 
be conscious when they returned, but the alcohol had been too much for him 
and he had fallen asleep, never really finding out what time the two of them 
had gotten back in. 

So what had they done that night to earn him all those orders? He could 
hardly believe that either girl would have behaved improperly with that 
bunch of lechers, but then . . . 

But then Glenda, as he knew from pleasant personal experience, was not the 
most moral young lady in the world. The girl liked some action in the sack, 
despite her tender age, and he could well imagine her going to bed with a 
man just because she liked him. Or just because she wanted him to throw some 
business his way? There was a difference between having loose morals and 
deliberately using your body for profit! But did Glenda understand that 
difference? And why should she care whether the Matthews company got orders 
or not? 

She should care because she was broke, and if he got fired, she would be out 
in the cold, he reminded himself. The other day they had been out together 
and she had seen a dress she particularly liked in one of those 
sophisticated shops on Main Street. She had dragged him inside to watch her 
try it on, and then talked him into buying it for her. Since they had spent 
the previous night together, he had hardly been able to say no, even though 
the dress was expensive . . . was she using him? And if she thought she had 
found her gold mine, was she using her body with his customers to protect 
her investment? 

"Now I think we should follow this up with another party in about a week's 
time, maybe inviting a mixture of old reliable customers with some new 
people we've sold to before..." Matthews was saying, chewing on his cigar, 
but Stanton found it difficult to concentrate on this discussion, his mind 
working its way back inexorably to his daughter. 

And Milly? He had raised her as well and as carefully as it was possible for 
a single parent to do, but how far had he succeeded? She still seemed to be 
the same sweet little kid, she had always been, but there were some changes 
creeping into the way she behaved, changes Stanton did not like. Her dress 
had changed rather strikingly, for example. Time was when she had worn 
nothing but grubby jeans around the house and her idea of dressing up was to 
put on a clean sweater. Now she was investing most of her allowance in 
clothing and cosmetics, sporting see-through blouses and miniskirts too 
short to be believed. Both she and Glenda had taken to going around the 
house without brassieres, and while Tom found this sexy and eye-pleasing 
with Glenda, he was horribly shocked at the idea as far as his own daughter 
was concerned. And yet he could not bring himself to send her up to her room 
to put on a brassiere. 

Could Milly have . . . Stanton could not bring himself to formulate the 
thought, but he knew that the girl had been seriously worried about the 
possibility of his losing his job. Some misguided warped sense of loyalty, 
perhaps ... And what had caused this change in his daughter? The answer was 
clear; things had started to go bad when Glenda came to live with them, and 
if he had an ounce of responsibility left in him as a parent, Stanton knew 
that he should go straight home and tell the sensual young blonde to start 
packing her bags. 

And he also knew that he was going to do no such thing. A couple of times a 
week, when the girl did not have a date, she stole into his room at night 
and stayed with him until dawn. It had been a long time since he had been 
able to do as he liked with a woman, particularly one as young and 
voluptuous and uninhibited as Glenda, and he realized he no longer possessed 
the will-power to send her away. 

It would have been so much better if they were really in love, he decided, 
focusing his eyes on the bridge of Matthew's nose and trying to present the 
appearance of a man attentively following every word his boss was saying. 
But naturally, they were not in love. Glenda made no secret of the fact that 
she was hunting for a young rich man to marry her, but liked Tom's abilities 
in bed in the meantime. He could have saved his conscience a little bit by 
convincing himself that he was insanely in love with her, but it would not 
work. As far as he could tell, he did not even like the girl, really. There 
were a million things about her that irritated him, particularly the evil 
influence she was having over his daughter. She was not really very 
intelligent, and a serious discussion with her was impossible. She was 
sloppy to an unimaginable degree, leaving soiled articles of clothing all 
over the house, and despite her original promise to help with the housework, 
she had not washed a dish or swept a floor since the hour of her arrival. 

So why keep her around? 

I'll tell you why, he informed himself savagely. You'll keep her around as 
long as she'll stay because every time she walks by, your cock tries to 
climb right out of your pants! You'll keep her around, and you'll buy her 
presents and you'll make an absolute fool out of your dignified, forty-five 
year old self, because she's the best looking piece of ass you've ever had! 

Stanton suddenly realized that Matthews had stopped talking and was looking 
at him with an inquiring expression on his face. 

"Hey, Tom, are you feeling okay? I got the impression you were off on cloud 
nine just now." 

"Oh . . . yeah, no, I was listening . . . it's just that I was planning that 
party in my mind. Got a lot to think about these days, y'know ..." 

"With that chick you've got living up at your place," Matthews grinned 
lewdly, "I guess you probably do have a lot on your mind. I should have 
troubles like that! Sometimes I think that old honest Tom Stanton has a sex 
life that would make the rest of us jealous. How 'bout it, Tom? Don't tell 
me that little girl ain't, putting out for her room and board?" 

"How dare you..." Stanton sputtered indignantly, but the other man waved him 
off with a gesture of disgust. 

"Okay, okay, I didn't mean to doubt your precious morality, but if you ain't 
banging her, we ought to have your head examined. So we're set for the party 
next week? You'll get out the invitations?" 

* * * 

Milly woke up inside her head, but kept her eyes tightly closed, expecting 
that she would feel perfectly terrible. Last night she and Glenda had gone 
out on the town with a couple of young professors from the university. It 
had never occurred to her that a teacher would make a date with one of his 
female students, but the whole arrangement had been handled by Glenda, who 
assured her that it would be fun, and a little socializing with the faculty 
would do their marks no harm, particularly since the two of them had been 
doing very little studying lately. 

In fact, the two professors had been more than happy to socialize with a 
pair of attractive young coeds, and the socializing had gone on most of the 
night and finished in one of the teacher's apartments. The professors were 
both too square to have any marijuana around, so the foursome had done their 
work on alcohol. Milly dimly remembered winding up in bed with first one of 
the professors and then the other, and she had the vague impression that she 
had lost control over herself again, just as she had the night she spent at 
Sam Brooks' apartment. 

Precisely how she had gotten home and into bed, the young girl could not 
recall, but here she was lying naked between the sheets with no bones 
broken; Glenda, as usual, must have handled it somehow. But it was time to 
make the supreme effort and open her eyes. She had slept a long time and 
without raising her eyelids, she could tell that the sun in her room was 
bright, indicating that she had already missed at least two of her morning 
classes and would probably be late for the third. 

"Hey, beautiful! You go to sleep all day?" It was her girl friend's cheerful 
voice coming into the room, and as her eyes popped open, Milly discovered 
with a pleasant surprise that she felt marvelous. There was no trace of the 
expected hangover. 

"Boy, did we tie one on last night," the blonde girl commented, sitting down 
on the edge of the bed, dressed only in her skimpy filmy negligee. "How do 
you feel, kid?" 

"I don't know why, but I feel terrific," admitted Milly. "Orgies must be 
good for me." 

"What's good for you is getting laid regular, honey," confided Glenda with a 
lascivious grin. "All those skinny nervous dames over at school are 
suffering from advanced cases of horniness!" 

"Speaking of school, I gather we've missed a couple of classes," Milly 
observed, glancing at the alarm clock on the bedstand. "Daddy'll be furious 
if I flunk out of school." 

"Flunk? Kid, you and I are doing very well at school and don't worry about 
missing those morning classes. For starters, we've got "A's" in sociology 
and math, although I wouldn't tell you Daddy about it just yet in case he 
wonders how you know so soon." 

"How do you know so soon? Examinations won't be for another couple of months 
yet!" 

"Well, I had a little chat with both our dear professors last night under 
very intimate circumstances and they told me that we wouldn't have to worry 
about finals in their courses. It seems we earned our grades in a different 
fashion, but an "A" is an "A" no matter how you get it." 

"Oh, that sounds a little unethical," murmured Milly dubiously. 

"Of course it's unethical, baby, but we did it and we'd never have gotten 
those "A's" any other way. I can't make heads nor tails out of sociology and 
you can't even add up the check in a restaurant much less pass college 
mathematics." 

"We can't expect to sleep our way through college!" objected Milly, only 
half-convinced. 

"Why not! What matters is the little piece of paper they give you when you 
graduate, not how you got it. And screwing a professor is a whole lot more 
fun than listening to him lecture. That guy who teaches us English 
Composition patted my ass the other day. I think we'd better tackle him 
next, although he doesn't look like he'd be worth much in the sack." 

"Golly, is that your philosophy of life?" questioned Milly a little shocked. 
"You talk about sex as if it were a credit card you could use for anything! 
I mean, I hate to seem like a real square, Glenda, but. . . I'm not sure 
this is really the way we ought to do things. I mean if you really like a 
boy and want to go to bed with him, that's one thing, but letting someone 
make love to you just to get what you want out of him, seems too much like . 
. . like ..." 

"Go ahead and say it," smiled Glenda, not offended in the slightest. "It 
seems like prostitution, and that's more or less what it is. But what you 
don't realize, sweetie, is that everybody's a prostitute in one way or 
another. Take your father for example. Everybody says that Tom Stanton is a 
very moral guy and a pillar of the community and so on, but what does he do 
for a living? He sells cement!" 

"And that's prostitution according to you?" 

"Sure. Does he like selling cement? Not particularly. He'd be just as happy 
selling automobiles, or TV sets or carrots, but he happened to get started 
selling cement. And does he like his boss, Bart Matthews? No, he hates him. 
Is he nice to Bart Matthews? Yes, baby, he's very nice to Bart Matthews, and 
when Bart wants Tom to give a party with call girls in his own home, then 
Tom does just what he's told and smiles nicely at Bart while he's doing it. 
Why? He needs the money, just like we needed those "A's". You and me haven't 
got a thing to sell, Milly-honey, except ourselves, and so that's what we'll 
sell, and it's a hell of a lot more attractive than Tom's cement!" 

"I don't like to hear you talk about my father that way," objected Milly, 
her beautiful young face contracting into a pout. 

"That's because you're taking your time about growing up. How about that 
night of the party when we went off with that mob of sex-maniacs and your 
dear sweet Daddy stood there and let us go? Don't you think he had the 
slightest idea what was going to happen to us?" 

"No! I think he'd be scandalized; he'd be horrified!" sputtered Milly, now 
really upset, but thinking that there had to be some truth in what her 
friend was saying. 

"He would be? Don't you think he knew what kind of men they were? He's 
worked with them all his life, and he knew perfectly well what they had in 
mind when they walked the two of us out of here in the middle of the night. 
And Tom let us go because he needed their business to keep his job. And we 
helped him get that business by doing what we did. Wake up, girlie, the 
world is a place where you trade some things off for other things. Tom 
traded you for the night in exchange for some orders of cement, and you're 
no worse off for the bargain are you?" 

"I can't believe it! I mean what you're saying makes sense, but my father 
has always been so innocent about these things .. . sometimes I felt as if I 
were the adult in the family and not him. I always figured he thought I was 
still a nice little virgin ..." 

"You don't know Tom Stanton the way I do," laughed Glenda coyly, seeing that 
her argument was having its desired effect. 

"Well, you may be right in what you're saying, but I think I can claim to 
know my own father better than anyone else in the world, after all, I've 
lived with him for all these years ..." 

"But unless you're more of a swinger than I gave you credit for, you haven't 
made love to him," giggled Glenda with an expression of triumph on her face. 

"Well, of course, I haven't!" 

"Well, you should try him some time. He's about the best available!" 

"Glenda!" 

"Oh Milly, sometimes I think you've got the mind of a three year old. 
There's a door connecting his bedroom with mine. You don't think it stays 
closed all night, do you? I stop in and visit your Dad whenever I haven't 
got a date with someone else, and he really takes care of his house guests, 
I can assure you. Sometime he tires even me out, and I like sex more than 
anyone else I know." 

Milly fell silent for a few minutes, digesting this unexpected information. 
Like most children, she had long been in the habit of thinking of her father 
as a century or two older than he really was, and the idea that he might 
have an illicit sex life had never entered her mind. But once she got over 
the shock, the thought delighted her. They were like one big happy family! 
Glenda was her best friend and Daddy was the person she loved most in the 
world. The fact that the two of them were lovers made it all just about 
perfect. 

And besides that, the news that Tom Stanton liked a little fun in bed once 
in awhile took an enormous load off of her conscience. She had been feeling 
guilty about these sex sessions, thinking that her father would simply die 
if he knew about them. Glenda was suggesting that Tom Stanton actually did 
know and didn't mind, and this was a real relief. Naturally, there were some 
things you couldn't say to your father, but the fact that he knew made it 
all so much nicer! 

* * * 

Stanton pulled the cork out of a wine bottle, deliberately trying to get a 
little drunk, and a gurgling noise filled the kitchen as he swallowed a pint 
or so of the red intoxicating liquid. How much of my soul can I afford to 
give away, he was asking himself unhappily. What am I doing to my family? Is 
Milly really getting involved in orgies and sex parties? I've got to know! 

The phone rang in the kitchen and the business executive tensed suddenly and 
stepped behind the door so that whoever came to answer the ring would not 
know he was listening. He felt horribly ashamed of spying on his own 
daughter like this, but the question was torturing him endlessly, and he had 
to settle the doubt in his mind one way or another. 

"Hello, yeah, this is Glenda," came the voice of his blonde house guest as 
she lifted the receiver of the phone. "Why Sam Brooks! How nice to talk to 
you again! What's up, Sam? Besides that, I mean." 

At first, Tom Stanton assumed that Brooks was calling for him to discuss 
business, but when Glenda failed to call him to the phone, his suspicions 
were doubled, and he remained hidden behind the kitchen door. 

"No, Milly and I aren't doing anything tonight ... it sounds like fun ... 
oh, we can stay here if you want to. The liquor closet is full enough, and 
Tom's going out of town on a business trip." 

Stanton startled as he heard his own name mentioned, realizing that he 
himself had forgotten to tell the girls that his trip out of the city had 
been cancelled because the client had elected to come to town instead. The 
negotiations had taken place that afternoon, and Stanton was going nowhere 
that night. 

"Okay? Then we'll see you and your friend here about nine-thirty .. . he'd 
better be as good as you are, Sam . . . Bye now." 

They're planning a party here, he realized unhappily. God knows what that 
cocksman, Sam Brooks, has in mind for my daughter! Or does he want a repeat 
performance of something he's already had? What'll they do when I tell them 
I'm not going anywhere? 

Suddenly an idea filtered slowly into the executive's mind. It was shameful, 
the lowest most reprehensible thing he had ever done, but there was no other 
way out of this agony of doubt and indecision. He had to spy on them! 

The tools he needed were in the cellar. As soon as the two girls went out 
for the afternoon classes at the school, he could get started and by the 
time they returned for the evening, he would be "gone". 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Now I can go ahead and get a little bit drunker, Tom Stanton told himself 
heavily as he laid down his hammer and started piling his tools back into 
the chest. / deserve a drink after all that work and besides . . . besides, 
I don't think I can go through with this stone sober. 

Panting slightly from the unaccustomed exertion, Stanton stepped back and 
examined his handiwork, complimenting himself bitterly on a job well done. 
When the girls had kissed him good-by that afternoon and gone off to school, 
the executive had gone through his files and gotten out the original plans 
for the house which the builder had followed. Originally, they had planned 
on having a narrow corridor running the length of the building, linking the 
master bedroom with the living room, but after this passageway had actually 
been constructed, they had realized that it was a mistake, too long and too 
narrow to be attractive, and creating the necessity of several extra doors 
which would have served no earthly purpose. Rather than tear it down, 
Stanton had ordered it simply covered over, and for fifteen years, he had 
more or less forgotten that there was a narrow empty space extending between 
his bedroom and the rest of the house. 

Various times over the years, he had considered opening up the passageway, 
possibly for use as a closet, but he had never had the time and after his 
wife had died, there was no longer a shortage of closet space and the idea 
had been forgotten. But today he had remembered it, for the first time in a 
decade. Working carefully, he had knocked out the plaster in the back of his 
closet until the hole was big enough for him to crawl through into the 
abandoned corridor. Then he had prepared a white wooden door which would 
shield the entrance, reasoning that Milly would never notice it because she 
had no particular reason to go poking around in his closet. Observation into 
the other rooms in the house presented no problem since a series of 
ventilation grates opened into the deserted passageway and by taking a step 
or two, Stanton found that he commanded a view into both of the girl's 
bedrooms and the living room as well. 

His face white and his hands now starting to tremble, Tom Stanton took one 
last swig on his whiskey bottle and then raided the bar for a fresh quart to 
take with him into his spy's nest for the night. He would watch and see what 
there was to see. When the party was over, he could creep back into his own 
bedroom and explain to the girls in the morning that his client had taken 
sick unexpectedly and he had returned late. 

The rumble of Milly's old car warned him in time that the girls were 
returning, and he took one last look around to make sure there was nothing 
left outside which would compromise him and then crept into his refuge for 
the long wait. 

* * * 

"Where did you go last night?" "Oh," responded Glenda coyly. "You could say 
that I was out with a very important businessman." 

"Oh really? Anyone I know?" asked Milly, her curiosity piqued by this 
evasive answer. 

"Someone you know very well. In fact we had a long talk about you." 

"You did? I thought my ears were burning. Let's see, it couldn't have been 
daddy, because he was home last night. The poor dear. He must have looked at 
his watch one hundred times an hour, and he waited up for you until he fell 
asleep in the chair. You're cruel, Glenda, but tell me who you went out 
with. Was he attractive?" 

"Not very," admitted the tall blonde girl with a saucy shake of her head. "I 
don't go out with him because of his sex appeal. We talked business almost 
all night long. Naturally he had to make a pass at me after we made our 
little deal, but these days sex is like the rubber stamp on a contract." 

"Stop torturing me," pleaded Milly, now beside herself with interest. "Come 
on, Glenda, spill it." 

"Okay, okay, a girl can't have any secrets around here. Bart Matthews called 
me up for dinner and said he wanted to talk business, so I went along to see 
what was going on in his small but active mind." 

"Matthews! That horrible greasy little man! How could you let him touch 
you?" 

"I had to close my eyes," confessed Glenda. "Frankly, he isn't nearly as 
good in bed as your father, and I told him so." 

"No!" cried Milly in astonishment. "You told him about you and daddy? How 
could you?" 

"He got on my nerves, always criticizing Tom and saying he was over the 
hill. I just had to tell him. You should have seen the expression on his 
face." 

"But what did he want?" 

"I'm trying to tell you, but you keep interrupting me," protested Glenda. 
"He said you and I were better salesmen for his company than Tom was, and he 
wanted the two of us to keep at it. Apparently after that wild night we 
spent at Sam Brooks' place, the boys all got together and threw a couple of 
orders into the pot. It was something, but Matthews says they need some 
long-term contracts, and it's up to us to get them." 

"So what's your interest in this?" asked Milly suspiciously, not liking the 
idea of her girlfriend doing business behind her father's back. 

"Milly baby, that old jalopy of yours is fine for transportation, but I've 
got a hankering for something a little on the smart side. Bart's promised me 
a new sports car if we can get Sam Brooks to sign on the dotted line. And 
there's something in it for you, too. But we can't tell Tom about it, 
naturally. He'd blow his stack!" 

"He sure would," mused Milly a little sadly, unhappy at having to deceive 
her father like this. "And anyway, what can we do for Sam Brooks that we 
haven't already done? I don't know what happened to you the other night, but 
he turned me every way but loose, and all we got for it was a little tiny 
order, no more than a thank-you note. Maybe we should have held out a little 
longer." 

"No, we did just what we should have," Glenda assured her. "But the 
important thing is to play our cards right from here on. I get the 
impression that it's you Sam is really interested in, although if you must 
know he did a little business with me that night at his apartment, and he 
didn't look too unhappy about it afterwards. If he knew how to make love 
like Tom, I'd really go hunting for him. But unfortunately it's not me he's 
after, so everything depends on you." 

"Golly, what can I do? I guess at this point there's no reason to pretend 
I'm as pure as the driven snow, but except for letting him get me into bed, 
I can't think of any way of persuading him to sign a contract." 

"Look, let me worry about the business end of it. Just remember, when he 
gets here tonight, he's the boss. If he wants to strip you naked and whip 
you with a limp noodle, for Christ's sake let him." 

"Hmmmmm, sounds like fun," Milly grinned lasciviously at her friend. "Did 
you ever let a man whip you?" 

"Are you kidding? If a man ever took a whip to me, I'd kick him in the 
balls. There's only two things I don't go for in bed, baby, and one of them 
is whips." 

"And what's the other one?" 

"I don't go for the rear end stuff either," commented the sophisticated 
young woman, sprawling on the couch and lighting herself a cigarette before 
tossing the pack to Milly. "I had a boyfriend once who used to beg me to let 
him screw me in the ass, and every time I told him to go fuck himself. Any 
woman who'd let a man do a thing like that to her is really a whore." 

"I think so, too," shuddered Milly, who had frankly never even thought of 
the idea. "Hey, those guys are going to be arriving any minute now, and we 
aren't even dressed. Shall we go get beautiful?" 

"Seems a shame to bother getting dressed when we're gonna be naked again 
five minutes after they walk in the door, but I suppose you're right. Let's 
get suited up." 

* * * 

Stanton took a series of deep breaths, his back braced against the wall, 
trying to fight off the fainting sensation which had suddenly swept over 
him. When he recovered, he took a long pull on the whiskey bottle, feeling 
the harsh alcoholic liquid burn all the way down his throat and warm his 
stomach. 

So it was all true! His daughter, his one and only daughter, had turned out 
to be a perfect whore! And this was all Glenda's doing as well, he told 
himself, trembling from head to toes with rage. I should have kicked the 
Goddamn little tramp out of my house the moment I laid eyes on her! Now 
she's wormed right into the heart of our lives. She's corrupted my daughter! 
She goes behind my back and works deals with my boss! She's taking over my 
business! And she's got me running around in circles like a puppy chasing 
its own tail! 

Stanton paused for another long drink. He realized clearly that he had been 
hitting the bottle too much these days, and sometimes he found himself 
completely drunk by lunch time, but there was no other way of facing the 
shame and the humiliation of what was happening to him. From the 
conversation he had just overheard, he recognized that the two girls must 
have sexually entertained all the men at the party the other night. Not only 
was his daughter a whore, but all the construction men in town knew about 
it, and construction men are famous for bragging about their sex lives. 
Inside a month, there won't be a person in the building trade who doesn't 
know that you can fuck Tom Stanton's daughter if you order a little cement! 

He was disgraced, finished! He could never again face the people he had to 
deal with, and every time he looked at Bart Matthews, he would have to 
repress the desire to smash him in the jaw. What had happened to that lofty 
reputation for morality he used to have? It was gone. Glenda had dropped it 
on the floor and stepped on it! God, how he hated the girl! He would do now 
what he should have done a month ago. She would not spend another night 
under his roof. She was going and she was going now! 

But Stanton found it difficult to move, and he fortified himself with 
another swig from the bottle. What would he say? What would he do when she 
turned that mocking sexy smile on him and invited him into her bedroom? 

He knew perfectly well what he would do. He was trapped, doomed, and he knew 
it, and a drunken self-pitying tear ran down his cheeks as he sucked 
desperately on the whiskey bottle, wanting to knock himself out cold with 
the booze so he would no longer have to endure this torment. 

The doorbell rang. The opportunity to flee from his place of concealment was 
gone now, but Tom Stanton knew in his heart that he never had had the 
slightest intention of fleeing. He was going to see it all. . . no matter 
how much it hurt! 

* * * 

For a girl who had difficulty mastering the elements of sociology, Glenda 
had learned a lot about cement, and Milly could see that the tall blonde 
girl had been doing her homework. Sam Brooks had come with a friend and 
co-worker, a tall, handsome engineer named Pete, and as the four of them 
relaxed on the couch, the conversation kept coming back to the subject of 
the MBM Company and its money troubles. Pete, a big ex-football player with 
a strong swarthy face, insisted that Matthews cement was too weak to be used 
in any serious construction, and Glenda surprised them all by reciting facts 
and figures to prove the big engineer wrong. 

Milly was frankly tired of cement, and feeling nervous about the whole 
situation, she busied herself with the drinks, making sure everyone had a 
glass in their hand, and adjusting the volume of the record player while the 
other three joked and argued. Finally someone proposed that they dance and 
the lights were dimmed to create a more romantic atmosphere as Sam Brooks 
took Milly gently in his arms and began to waltz her across the living room 
rug. 

"I've been thinking a lot about that night at my place," he confided in her 
ear, as they danced. "When are we going to have a repeat performance?" 

Milly really hated herself for what she was saying, but the temptation was 
too strong to be resisted. 

"We appreciated that order you put in," she purred. "Even though it wasn't 
very big. When are we going to have a repeat performance of that?" 

Brooks chuckled, apparently not irritated at this bold mixing of business 
with pleasure. He had grown up in the tough construction business, and the 
young man was accustomed to having the best things in life, and paying for 
them as well. 

"Well, your buddy Glenda seems to think MBM cement is just what the doctor 
ordered. But I'll have to be convinced some more." 

"I'm just the gal to do the convincing," she whispered back at him 
seductively. "Hey look at those two!" 

Out of the corner of her eye, Milly had caught a glimpse of Glenda and Pete 
as they disappeared off in the direction of her bedroom. Feeling strangely 
light headed, Milly could not stop herself from giggling. One side of her 
was insisting that this was lewd and immoral behavior, but she could not 
deny that she was having fun, suddenly a really perverse idea swept 
irresistibly into her mind. The thought was the most depraved idea she had 
ever allowed herself to think, and she put it into words before she could 
stop herself. 

"Let's go with them," she urged, wantonly rubbing her pelvis in lewd 
invitation against his visibly bulging groin. "Glenda's got a big double bed 
. . . " 

Sam Brooks looked up in surprise, seeing that she was blushing violently at 
her own boldness, and slowly a lecherous grin spread over his face. 

"Two is company, and three's a crowd," he recited, "but four can be 
fantastic! Come on, let's go!" 

Tom Stanton sucked joylessly on the bottle as he watched his daughter take 
his client by the hand and lead him seductively off towards Glenda's room. / 
can't watch this, he told himself miserably. Not my own daughter . . . it's 
bad enough as it is... I ought to kill that bastard. But it's Milly who's 
leading the way . . . I've got to stop them . . . but if he signs a contract 
with us? ... I can't watch! 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

"I want to fuck you," Brooks said very softly as they stepped inside the 
darkened bedroom. "Tonight, I want to fuck you until you can't stand up 
anymore." 

The words were harsh and obscene, but instead of being repelled, Milly felt 
a shiver of wild excitement racing up and down her spine. Sam Brooks pulled 
her impulsively into his arms, and the young girl, surprised at her own 
boldness, found herself reaching down between their bodies to stroke his 
growing, rapidly swelling penis. She had never felt so totally wicked in her 
life, and the tiny hardened nipples on her breasts had already begun to 
tingle with excitement. Her eyes had adjusted to the light now, and she 
could see Glenda and Pete lewdly writhing on the bed together, but she had 
no time to worry about them. 

"Now first, I want you to strip," Brooks ordered, releasing his hold on her 
so that she could comply with his request. "I want you to take off all of 
your clothes!" 

For the first time, Milly realized that she was nervous. All of her other 
experiences in the field of sex had been hurried passionate affairs in the 
back seats of a car, except for the other night when Brooks had drugged her 
and then practically taken her by force. Now it was all different. She was 
being asked to do it in the cold blood, told to strip herself naked while he 
calmly stood there watching her! 

Her hands were moist with perspiration, but after a moment's fumbling, she 
slid the zipper slowly down the back of her dress, and shrugged the flimsy 
garment off of her shoulders. It dropped silently to the floor, leaving her 
clad only in her brassiere and panties. Sam's face was glowing with lust as 
he watched her ripe young breasts swell when she reached again behind her to 
unfasten the snap on the brassiere, which quickly joined her dress on the 
floor and freed her proudly upthrust mounds of flesh. 

The thought that she was going to jump into bed with this man and two other 
people at the same time sent chills of forbidden desire through her veins, 
and she could hear moans and sighs already coming from Glenda, indicating 
that Pete was already starting to make some progress. 

But Sam was not interested in being left behind, and his hands reached out 
in the darkness and explored her nakedly tempting flesh while Milly stood 
trembling before him. 

Flexing his knees, the young man dropped down in front of her, and gently 
eased the panties down over her gently curving hips, taking the opportunity 
to place a wet kiss on her warm, hair-covered vaginal mound before returning 
to his feet. Then he fastened his mouth over the tip of one firmly quivering 
breast and sucked it until Milly thought she was about to lose her mind ... 
all the while hastily removing his clothes to become as naked as she. 

"Come on," she told him urgently. "Let's get into bed! I can't wait another 
minute." 

"Hey, welcome aboard," cried Glenda gaily as Milly and Sam joined them on 
the mattress. "Hmmmmmmm, this makes for some very interesting possibilities 
..." 

"Indeed it does," commented Pete with a lascivious grin on his big handsome 
face. "Anybody feel like a daisy chain?" 

"Later," growled Brooks. "Right now I'm hotter than a pistol! All I want to 
do is fuck!" 

Milly was still wondering what a daisy chain was when the young man 
flattened her on the bed, practically flinging his hard muscular body on top 
of hers, his moistly heated mouth fastening again on one of her 
passion-peaked nipples. Meanwhile, his hands continued their sensual 
inspection of the mysteries of her naked young body, roaming down over the 
soft firmness of her belly and thighs while he sucked gently on the erect 
little nipple, bringing groan after groan to her wetly parted lips. Acting 
almost instinctively, Milly wrapped her trembling fingers around the hard 
muscular shaft of his penis, slowly pulling the thick and leathery skin back 
as far as it would go and exposing the gleaming red tip of his cock. But 
Brooks was not satisfied merely to kiss her lips and torment her nipples 
with his hotly hungering mouth; he dove even lower, thrusting a moist 
searing tongue into her belly button, and leaving a trail of excited nerve 
endings behind him as he worked his way methodically down over the flat 
plane of her stomach. 

Milly had resigned herself to this, and more, she offered no resistance when 
she felt the man gently pulling her faintly trembling thighs further apart 
while his fingers slowly invaded the sensitive wet flesh up between her 
outstretched thighs. Sam had turned himself upside down by now, and she 
clung desperately to his long pole-like penis as it throbbed near her face, 
feeling his hot breath tickling the eagerly pulsating outer lips of her 
excited young pussy. 

"Ohhhhh!" she breathed in ecstasy, feeling his tongue flick lightly into her 
moistly quivering vaginal opening, tickling the tiny pink bud of her 
clitoris which reacted to this provocation by throbbing in excitement. Using 
his fingers with the skill of a surgeon, Brooks carefully parted the pink, 
hair-lined lips of her pussy to reveal her warmly perfumed cuntal mouth. 

Milly felt her entire shamelessly aroused body jerk as his tongue seared 
into her wet vaginal opening and she gave his hotly throbbing penis an extra 
little squeeze of delight as her naked young torso bucked and strained in 
lewd eagerness under the merciless tongue-fucking he was giving her. 

"Oh, that's right..." she groaned, sensuously writhing now in pure pleasure. 
"Do it to me like that! Kiss my pussy!" She spoke without thinking about the 
couple in bed with them, but if Glenda and Pete heard her cries of passion, 
they gave no sign of it, too much involved in their own business to look 
after her. As she spoke, the over-stimulated girl jackknifed her legs up in 
the air to give Sam Brooks and his wetly fucking tongue complete access to 
her wildly aroused vagina. 

"Oh, Sam . . . oh . . . oh, God ... so beautiful," she crooned through her 
lust-contorted throat. 

A faint little voice in the back of her head told her that she was behaving 
like a whore and should be ashamed of herself, but since Glenda had come 
into her life, Milly was finding it easier everyday to ignore the voice of 
her conscience. As long as Daddy doesn't find out, she told herself happily, 
everything is just fine and, oh God! how good his tongue feels up there 
between my legs. Just so Daddy doesn't know! 

Unfortunately, Daddy was finding out. Huddled behind the ventilation grate, 
Tom Stanton watched the salacious spectacle go from bad to worse, becoming 
more wicked and perverse by the minute. The tormented father was drunk out 
of his mind by this time, and he only managed to stand up by supporting 
himself on a chair he had brought with him into the concealed corridor. He 
had been a reasonably happy man for so long that the executive was simply 
incapable of handling this sudden tragedy which had befallen his family. As 
far as he could see, his neat tidy little world was falling to pieces around 
him! He had given in on so many things, surrendering his principles, and now 
this was happening right before his eyes! There was his daughter, his only 
daughter, lying in bed with three other people with her long naked legs 
waving high in the air while a man obscenely knelt between her widespread 
thighs and thrust his tongue into her willingly open vagina! 

But it was worse than that, he recognized with a muffled sob. Despite his 
grief and despite his drunkenness, Stanton knew that his penis was standing 
rigidly on end. He was excited and it was not the sight of the voluptuously 
naked Glenda which was turning him on, it was Milly! 

His own daughter! 

Nothing in his past life had prepared him for this, and the corporation 
executive was stricken with the knowledge that he was worse than any of 
them. You are rotten at the core, he told himself. Corrupt! All these years 
of posing as Mr. Honest Tom Stanton, and you actually got to believe it 
yourself, didn't you! All right, Milly's a whore and there's not much you 
can do about that now. But even a whore is better than you are! A t least 
she's enjoying herself. But you! You're hiding behind a ventilation grate 
and watching her getting fucked and wanting to do it to her yourself, and 
what kind of a low-down pervert does that make you? 

There were no answers, except for the one in the bottom of the bottle, and 
Stanton tilted the whiskey again to his lips. He would pass out soon, he 
told himself. And then it would be over. 

The four of them were really getting whipped up now, and as Glenda thrashed 
around wildly on the bed with Pete, Milly felt miscellaneous arms and legs 
poking this way and that. Once she mistakenly planted a passionate kiss on 
her girl friend's elbow, thinking it was a portion of Sam's anatomy, and the 
bed rocked with hilarity as her mistake was made clear to her. But Sam 
Brooks was too serious about what he was doing to be distracted for long. 
Still burrowing energetically between her outstretched legs, his tongue 
lapped shamelessly over the tightly clenched opening to her anus, bringing a 
cry of unexpected pleasure to her lips. This was by far the most perverted 
thing she had ever let a man do to her, but tonight the rules seemed to have 
been suspended for the occasion. 

Then, bathing his finger in the freely flowing cuntal lubricant, Sam probed 
even deeper, playing lewdly with the taut elastic circle of her anus while 
his mouth returned to the attack against her lust-stiffened little clitoris. 
With a sudden skillful gesture, he pushed forward with the tip of his 
outstretched middle finger, penetrating her rectum to the first knuckle. It 
hurt, but it was a strange kind of pain, somewhere half-way between real 
discomfort and sexual pleasure. She grunted as he worked his finger around 
inside of her, gradually widening the narrow opening, realizing that she was 
starting to like it. 

The lust-stricken young brunette lay still, almost afraid to breathe for 
fear of spoiling the fantastic sensation which was rapidly taking possession 
of her shamelessly writhing body. Milly had never felt anything quite like 
this before and whole new worlds of sensuality seemed to be opening 
themselves up to her. Sam was going at her like a madman now, voraciously 
sucking her hotly throbbing pussy with a vengeance and rotating his 
marauding outstretched finger around in ever increasing circles in her 
tightly puckering rectum as she chanted and groaned rhythmically as he 
excited her to a mindless whimpering passion with every depraved technique 
he knew. 

Milly felt wild, like an animal who has just been captured in the jungle and 
is being broken for the first time by its trainer. Nothing else in the world 
mattered quite so much as the delicious dual impalement Sam was inflicting 
upon her helpless young body as he tongue-fucked her to a sweet oblivion 
while his finger thrust in and out of her wildly tingling rectum. Suddenly 
she found herself mumbling all the obscene words which flowed into her head. 

"Yes, oh fuck me like that! Use your finger! Deeper in my asshole! 
Aaaaaghhh. Lick me, suck my vagina . . . Oh . . . oh . . . OH!" she called 
to him, her voice strangely high and alien to her. 

Sam did as he was told, knowing that his turn was coming soon enough and 
wanting to see just how excited he could get Tom Stanton's relatively 
innocent daughter. She was a hot little bitch, all right, he told himself 
with satisfaction. And she is going to get even hotter before she cools, if 
Sam Brooks has anything to say about it! And if it cost him a thousand tons 
of cement, then it was cheap at that price. 

He flicked his wetly agile tongue even deeper into her frantically quivering 
cunt as he felt her belly begin to rise and fall, now completely out of 
control, her long tapered legs beginning to jerk spasmodically on either 
side of his head. She was teetering precariously on the brink of a powerful 
orgasm, and Sam knew just what he had to do to push her over the edge and 
send her sailing into space. Her heavy sensuous breasts were dancing wildly 
on her torso and her fingers wound madly into his hair. 

"Don't stop! she entreated him, her voice now low and husky, almost unheard 
above the wildly thrashing noises the four naked bodies were making on the 
bed. "Don't stop now! I'm almost ..." 

But she never got to finish the sentence. Her head suddenly stopped lashing 
back and forth on the pillow, and her whole body froze nakedly for a minute 
as a low gutteral scream came spilling out of her throat. 

"AAAIIIEEEEE! I'M CUMMING ... I'M CUMM-MM-MIING!" 

Milly felt as though her body were being turned inside out and she seemed to 
be able to sense each individual organ in her body vibrating and convulsing 
separately as the orgasm streaked through her nervous system, dominating 
every muscle and tissue in her entire being. The wetly pungent juices from 
deep inside of her wildly pulsating cunt began to flow out of her in a hot 
inexorable flood, gushing into Brook's face and onto the mattress below 
them. 

With one final heartfelt gasp, she collapsed back on the mattress, utterly 
and completely spent by her exertions. It had never been this good for her 
before, and she was overwhelmed by an enormous sense of gratitude. He could 
ask for anything he wanted now, she told herself. He had earned any kind of 
reward he cared to ask for! 

While she lay panting on the bed, her eyes staring blindly at the ceiling 
and her breath gradually returning to normal, Sam Brooks disengaged and 
worked his way back up her body until his lips found hers and they indulged 
in a long probing kiss. 

"Anything you want," she told him simply, whispering so that Glenda would 
not overhear this dangerous offer. "I'll do anything you want." 

"I want you to go down on me," he informed her without a moment's 
hesitation. "I want to feel that soft warm mouth of yours around my cock. Do 
you understand?" 

She understood. When she had made the extravagant offer of a few seconds 
before, it had not actually occurred to her that he would ask for anything 
quite so extreme, but she had promised and there was no backing out now. 

She only hoped she could do it properly, not having ever tried to do this to 
a man before. The idea did not particularly attract her, especially the 
thought of his using her mouth as a receptacle for his hot sticky cum, but 
basically it seemed little enough to do for a man who had just made her 
very, very happy. 

Nevertheless, she was surprised at her own courage as she inched her way 
down the bed, running her hands temptingly over the hard flat surface of his 
stomach. Next to them, Pete had gotten astride of Glenda and was riding her 
like a cowboy rides a bronco. There was no room to lay along side of Sam 
because of the presence of the other couple, so she crouched submissively 
between his outstretched legs, the thought of what she was about to do still 
rippling through her suddenly excited mind. Milly hardly knew how to begin, 
but Sam arched his loins up towards her, and she instinctively seized his 
long thick cock in her hands, drawing down the foreskin slowly and 
torturously in order to make him groan with pure animal pleasure. 

She knew better than to take his hotly throbbing penis directly into her 
suddenly salivating mouth without a little foreplay, so she teased him by 
breathing softly on the sensitive surface of his lust-swollen cock-head. 
Then she placed both hands around his long thick shaft and began moving it 
back and forth across her wetly trembling lips in order to excite him a 
little more. Without volition, her tongue flicked out, swiping across the 
broad rubbery surface of his penis, causing his loins to buck upward at the 
sudden wetly heated contact. Milly found that the taste of his hotly, 
pulsing penis was strong and pungent, but not at all unpleasant, and she 
warmed to the task ahead of her. Ducking her head a little further, she 
gently enclosed the smooth quivering flesh of his cock inside the warm 
welcoming recesses of her mouth, finding that his instrument was already wet 
with tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping constantly from the scarlet 
glans. 

The strong, lust-inciting odor of his male pre-ejaculate aroused her even 
more, and the subserviently kneeling girl placed her hands directly at the 
stout base of his mighty erected cock as she eased his massive shaft 
directly into the dark waiting cavern of her mouth, hearing him grunt with 
anguished pleasure as her tightly ovalled lips slid up and down over the 
delicate nerve endings of his rigid penis. 

Tom Stanton propped himself up against the wall and peered drunkenly into 
the shadows of the bedroom, his eyes searching the darkness and trying to 
make some sense out of the obscene tangle of naked arms and legs in the 
room. Suddenly, he identified his daughter, the slender pale figure kneeling 
at the foot of the bed who seemed to be bent over the writhing body of his 
business associate, Sam Brooks. What was going on now? What new perversion 
had they thought up? If only the light were a little better . . . 

Stanton barely managed to restrain a cry of anguish as he realized precisely 
what was going on before him. Milly was cock-sucking Sam Brooks! The young 
man's penis was thrust up inside that delicate tender mouth which he was 
treating precisely as if it were just another cunt to shoot his hot male 
sperm into! It was more than the anguished father could bear, and suddenly 
he felt the world whirling around him and his head spinning wildly. 
Desperately gripping the stool, he managed to lower himself down on the 
floor, knowing that he was going to lose consciousness and not wanting to 
make a noise when his fainting body hit the floor. 

In the last seconds of awareness, Stanton realized that life could not go on 
like this. When he recovered, he would either kill himself, or do violence 
to someone else. Glenda was responsible ... he told himself as he passed 
out. Glenda is to blame . . . Everything is going to change! 

* * * 

"Hey, look at those two go at it, commented Glenda, languidly raising 
herself up on one elbow and surveying the lewd scene being enacted inches 
away from them on the bed as Milly Stanton hungrily sucked Sam's long thick 
cock, bobbing her head up and down over the wetly glistening shaft in an 
obscene act older than mankind. She and Pete had enjoyed themselves very 
thoroughly, but they had gotten a head start on the other couple and 
therefore finished first, although from the look of Pete's newly erected 
penis, it would not be long before they were ready to begin round two. 

The young engineer rose up on his hands and knees, his cock eagerly jerking 
as he watched Sam Brooks fuck brutally into Milly's cruelly stretched young 
mouth. As the young brunette labored submissively over Sam Brooks, the 
smoothly rounded cheeks of her naked buttocks waved temptingly back and 
forth in the air and a depraved idea popped into the engineer's mind. 

"Hey, we were talking about a daisy chain before," he proposed with a 
lecherous grin. "Wouldn't this be a good time to start?" 

Sam Brooks looked up as if he didn't understand, then he grinned as the 
flames of lust began burning even more fiercely in his loins as he imagined 
seeing the sex-crazed young girl violated from both directions 
simultaneously. 

"Go ahead," urged Glenda, wildly excited by the idea, and Sam Brooks nodded 
in agreement. No one thought of consulting Milly, who seemed to be half out 
of her mind with masochistic pleasure at being permitted to suck on this 
virilely pulsating penis. She was hunched on all fours over Brook's 
undulating loins, soft grateful hums of submissive pleasure issuing 
mindlessly from her throat. One glance told Pete and Glenda that Milly was 
no longer in a position to object to anything they decided to do to her now. 
All the morality her father had poured into her over the years had dropped 
away in a matter of weeks, leaving nothing but a solid core of hot 
implacable lust. This well-behaved, obedient daughter had turned into an 
enthusiastic whore overnight, and nothing was too lewd for her to do now. 

And Pete could not hold himself back a moment longer! Encouraged by Glenda, 
he crept into position behind the wantonly sucking young brunette, putting 
his hands on the warm, softly swaying flesh of her hips. Kneeling up to 
bring his massively hardened cock into position, he angled into her, 
quivering with an ungovernable excitement as he used his hands to pull apart 
the smoothly rounded ass-cheeks and reveal her defenseless, wetly glistening 
cuntal slit. Her tight little pussy was still moist and well lubricated from 
Sam Brook's tongue-fucking and the powerful orgasm which had hit her only a 
few minutes before, so Pete dipped one finger lewdly into the girl's wetly 
clasping vagina, like a timed swimmer testing the water before taking the 
plunge. 

Milly responded to this provocation with a deep throaty groan, but she never 
for a minute stopped sliding her tightly ovalled mouth up and down on the 
thick white cock, her firm white breasts dancing and swaying sensuously 
below her as she slaved over the businessman. She's hotter than a pistol, 
thought Pete happily, and the young engineer moved in close, guiding his 
long throbbing penis past the moistly warmed lips of her pussy and feeling 
her voluptuously kneeling body jerk suddenly as he slid neatly into the soft 
yielding cuntal opening up between her legs. Once the large meaty head of 
his cock had passed the tightly clasping lips of her cunt, he hesitated no 
longer, thrusting his hips forward with a powerful shove which rammed his 
massive shaft of hot male flesh all the way home into her torridly quivering 
little pussy. 

A low gurgling sound came from between Milly's wetly ovalled lips as she 
found herself hopelessly impaled between the two men, unable to move and 
pummeled back and forth like a rag doll. Sam Brooks held her head in his 
hands like a vise as he buried his hotly pulsating cock deeper and deeper in 
her frantically sucking throat, and from behind her Pete's fingernails were 
digging fiercely into the delicate flesh of her buttocks as he pounded 
ruthlessly into her tight young pussy with long deep strokes that grazed her 
sensitive cervix and made her want to scream with joy. 

Glenda never got bored with the sight of a man cumming, and now she eagerly 
leaned forward on her hands and knees, her cheek right next to Milly's 
hungrily sucking mouth, as Sam Brooks started to groan with the fury of his 
impending orgasm. Unconsciously the two men had adopted the same rhythm, 
screwing remorselessly in and out of the young brunette's mouth and cunt 
like two synchronized machines. Suddenly, Sam groaned like a man in pain, 
the powerful muscles in his neck standing out like cords, as the inexorable 
hot stream of semen erupted deep in his balls and came spraying endlessly 
out the tip of his cock to gush into the soft warm mouth of the kneeling 
girl. 

Glenda watched in glee as she saw her girl friend's tightly compressed lips 
strain desperately around the thick, wildly ejaculating shaft of Sam's cock. 
Milly gulped frantically, trying not to loose a drop of the hot searing 
liquid which was pouring so copiously into her mouth, her cheeks billowing 
out as the warm sanctuary of her mouth filled to overflowing with his hot 
milky cum. 

Despite the fact that he had emptied himself into Glenda's willing cunt only 
minutes before, Pete found himself once more trembling on the verge of an 
orgasm, and the sensation rushed over him too fast to be resisted. With his 
last rational thought he realized that Milly was cumming again, herself, and 
he decided to join the party. Closing his eyes, the young engineer felt his 
testicles explode like twin hand grenades and an enormous warmth seemed to 
be spreading over his body as he came with a steady stream of white hot cum 
into the girl's eagerly milking little cunt. 

For a long minute, the three exhausted people lay in a pile, too tired even 
to disentangle from one another. Sam's deflated, totally satisfied penis 
remained where it had been, in Milly's soft warm mouth, thin white strings 
of cum drooling down over her quivering lips and chin. The young brunette 
opened her eyes to see her friend grinning down at her. 

"Honey, you're learning fast," Glenda commented, lighting a cigarette and 
settling back against a pillow. "If only your Daddy could see you now!" 

CHAPTER NINE 

Wow, what an orgy, thought Glenda happily as she emerged from the bathroom, 
still naked, and walked bare-footed into her own bedroom. Those two loveable 
bastards must be made out of sperm! And that little Milly might be new at 
our kind of fun and games, but she's really making up for lost time. I never 
saw a girl turn on like that in my life. 

At three o'clock in the morning, Glenda had called a halt to the 
proceedings, declaring that she needed her beauty sleep. Milly, taking 
advantage of the fact that her father was safely out of town, had decided to 
go out with the two men in search of an all-night restaurant. Now the house 
was empty and the blonde-haired young woman moved through the shadow, 
already anticipating the pleasures of crawling nakedly beneath the sheets 
and drifting off to sleep. 

But suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. There was a man in her bed! 

"Surprised?" inquired Tom Stanton dryly, reaching out and switching on the 
lamp on the night stand. 

"Oh Tom," she babbled, for the first time in her life really caught off 
guard, and feeling her heart beginning to hammer in apprehension, "My 
goodness, how you scared me! What are you doing here?" 

"This is my house, remember?" he snarled, getting off the bed and walking 
toward her. In an instant the girl could see that something was terribly 
wrong. Tom reeked of alcohol, but there was nothing drunken in the way he 
walked and spoke. In fact, she had never seen him looking so cold and 
serious. And what was he doing here? The door had been locked from the 
inside ever since Pete and Sam had come in; if he was here now, it could 
only mean that he had been here all along. 

"Tom ..." she quavered nervously, seeing his eyes flash with anger. "How ... 
I mean, what brought you back so early? You seem different, Tom ..." 

"Everything is different," he informed her mysteriously. "You want to know 
what I've been doing tonight? I'll tell you, baby, Tom has been growing up! 
It took a long time, but I'm finally ready to play with the big boys!" 

Glenda's eyes widened as she saw him slowly removing the belt from around 
his waist. 

"Tom . . . you've been drinking . . . what are you going to do with that 
belt?" 

"There seems to be a question about who's in charge around here," he snapped 
at her viciously. "A little bit earlier this evening, you proclaimed that 
there were two things you'd never let a man do to you, remember?" 

A sickening feeling swept over the terrified blonde as she remembered what 
she had said boastfully to Milly. So he had been there all along! He knew 
everything! 

"Please ..." she whimpered, backing away from him slowly as he advanced on 
her menacingly, her hands outstretched in a futile attempt to protect her 
nakedly vulnerable body. 

"Well, I'm going to do both of them, baby. I'm going to whip the shit out of 
you and then I'm going to fuck you in the asshole!" he informed her 
brutally. "Because the whole world is about to change for you and me!" 

Glenda started to plead for mercy, somehow believing she could use her 
charms to wrap him around her little finger again, but the belt flashed 
unexpectedly through the air, catching her neatly along the side of one 
tender white flank and forcing a scream of agony to her lips. 

"Tom! Don't! Oh . . . God! Don't Tom!" 

"On your knees, bitch!" he hissed at her. "You're going to learn a little 
respect for your elders." 

For a moment, the frightened young blonde considered defying him, but when 
he raised his arm again to strike, she dropped hurriedly to her knees as he 
had commanded, her heavy voluptuous breasts quivering in fear as she knelt 
slavishly before him. 

But he hit her with the leather belt anyway, forcing her down to her hands 
and knees and calling her every foul, filthy name he could think of as she 
crawled around blindly on the floor, desperately trying to escape the 
painful sting of his belt. 

"No please, please, Tom, stop! I'll do anything you ask. Please, I'll be 
your slave. Don't hit me any more!" she groaned in agony. 

"Get up on the bed," he snarled finally, and the petrified young girl 
crawled painfully onto the mattress, her warm white skin now marred by long 
red welts. She lay trembling on her stomach, every ounce of resistance gone 
out of her, waiting for his next command. Behind her, she heard his pants 
fall to the floor as he stripped and she felt a harsh pressure on her knees 
as he pushed her legs roughly apart. 

"Spread 'em!" he ordered cruelly, hovering over her with the belt still 
clenched in his hand. 

"Please, Tom ..." she murmured in agony, but he cut her off sharply, his 
fingers snaking quickly into her long blonde hair. 

"Spread 'em, you fucking bitch, or I'll whip you till your skin falls off. 
You know what I want!" 

She knew. Trembling with fear, the teenaged blonde reached down with both 
hands, her body tensed and rigid for fear the belt would fall again, and her 
quaking fingers slowly spread the bruised half moons of her fearfully 
cringing buttocks apart, exposing her tightly puckered anus to his burning 
eyes. Glenda groaned piteously with the intense humiliation she was feeling; 
no man had ever treated her this way before, always in the past she had been 
one to give orders. But in the mood of this moment, she knew better than to 
defy Tom. He had suddenly changed into a brutal tyrant! Oh God, there was no 
telling what he could do to her. 

Dipping the tip of his outstretched middle finger into the warm moistness of 
her cunt, the enraged man moved quickly to the attack, stroking the damp 
crevice between her tightly clenched buttocks while he muttered profanity 
after profanity under his breath. Glenda held still, too terrified to speak, 
feeling his finger caress the tight nether ring guarding the entrance to her 
fearfully cowering rectum. She tightened her muscles in a desperate last 
minute attempt to hold him out, but the older man was too quick and too 
strong for her. With a sudden stabbing motion, he plunged his thick middle 
finger inside of her tautly tensed anus up to the first knuckle. 

"Agggghhhh!!!" she sobbed in agony. "God, Tom! Don't!" 

"Does it hurt?" he inquired cruelly. "This'll give you something to think 
about the next time you start to play around with other people's lives." 

Glenda's nakedly kneeling body jerked spasmodically as he rammed his finger 
even farther into her and began working it around in a tiny circle, 
expanding the entrance until it was large enough to admit a second finger. 
She groaned again and again, weeping loudly now, as he thrust his fingers in 
and out of her painfully stretched rectum, sucking in her breath frantically 
and fearing she would faint if he pushed them much deeper into her backside. 
Oh God! It was hard to believe that this horrible thing was really happening 
to her! Glenda prided herself on always being in charge as far as men were 
concerned. It had always been she to decide what they would do and how; but 
Tom Stanton was changing all that, and somewhere in the back of her mind she 
knew that he was changing it permanently. After this humiliating, degrading 
experience, she would never be able to control him again. Either she would 
have to leave, or admit that he was the boss and could do anything he 
pleased with her. 

"Oh please don't!" she pleaded loudly and near panic as she felt him 
position himself between her widespread legs. "It hurts, Tom! Oh ... God! 
Please, don't!" 

"It's just a little too tight," he grunted, ignoring her request. "Gotta 
stretch it out a little ..." 

There was no hope, the man was completely beside himself with rage, and this 
was the revenge he had chosen for himself; there was no escape! In her 
agony, the subserviently kneeling young blonde felt his hands opening her 
frantically trembling buttocks despite her desperate struggles to hold them 
together. Then he forced her legs even farther apart with his knees, and she 
actually felt the heat radiating from his penis even though it hadn't 
touched her yet. 

Feeling his massively hardened cock growing even more rigid from the 
perverse excitement of what he was about to do, Tom stared down at the 
trembling young blonde spread-eagled and helpless, her hands uselessly 
clenching the edges of the bed as he began probing remorselessly into the 
moistly heated crevice between her buttocks. Using his thumbs to position 
himself properly, the savagely aroused man placed the broad meaty tip of his 
cock directly against the soft rubbery circle of her tight little anus, 
pushing experimentally. 

"Nooooohhhhh!" she sobbed, realizing that there was no one in the house who 
could come to her rescue. "Pleeeeesssee, Tom!" But her moanings were 
interrupted by her scream of pain and a sharp obscene popping sound as the 
tightly resisting nether ring of her anus yielded before the overwhelming 
force of his long hard cock which slid all the way inside of her futilely 
clenched rectum with a body-jolting crash. 

The painfully impaled teenager screamed again and again, but he ignored her, 
and finally she lay as still as possible, trying to minimize the 
overpowering pain coming from her hideously stretched anus. The blunt 
invasion of his thick murderous cock was vibrating through every delicate 
fiber of her body, causing her legs to jerk convulsively as he began 
hammering his way even further into her vainly resisting rectum. Her eyes 
wide open in horror, the girl grunted submissively, trying to calm his 
anger, but nothing seemed to work with him. He wanted to bring her down to 
the lowest level of humanity, degrading her to the point where she could 
never again stand up to him. He was breaking her the way a rider breaks a 
horse, cruelly and deliberately. And suddenly, as she relaxed, she began 
sobbing loudly . . . she was broken to his will. . . and she would forever 
know it. 

Tom Stanton sensed that the last ounce of resistance had already flowed out 
of the weeping young blonde, and he began fucking into her tightly stretched 
anus with renewed energy, the night of hard drinking now behind him and 
forgotten. The sun was about ready to come up, and the thought that it would 
soon be day again filled him with a sense of conquest. The voluptuously 
kneeling teenaged girl was grunting in submission now, and he guessed that 
her backside had finally adjusted itself to the presence of his massive 
throbbing member in her rectum, and she was now working to make him cum. 

Glenda's hips were moving in tiny rotating circles as she undulated her 
submissively kneeling body back and forth against his thick impaling shaft. 
Her spirit was definitely broken now, he realized, and she was his to batter 
and abuse as he liked. His bloodshot eyes glittered with triumph as he 
watched the pink fragile lips of her anus cling to his thickly rampaging 
cock on the back stroke, only to disappear back inside of her tightly 
puckering rectum again on the forestroke. Now, at last, she was playing his 
game, for it was obvious that Glenda was beginning to accept and even enjoy 
this cruel sodomizing. 

Gasping for breath with her lips curled back over her teeth, the girl was 
bucking furiously back into the man who was assaulting her forever stretched 
anus from behind, her long blonde hair whipping wildly back and forth on the 
bed as her naked young body thrashed around recklessly. Tom Stanton sensed 
this sudden change of temperament and decided to capitalize upon it, ramming 
his wildly pulsating penis rapidly into her frantically puckering anus with 
all the strength in his body. His fingers dug into the smooth naked flesh of 
her hips and thighs as he pulled her close, to him, sadistically wanting to 
hurt her as much as he could. 

"Aaaaagggghhhh!!!" she groaned piteously, feeling his thick impaling rod 
begin to grow and swell again far up inside of her belly, as if he were in 
the process of having a second and even more massive erection on top of the 
first. 

"Oh cum . . . cum, darling," she pleaded with him, knowing she was beaten 
and only wanting to end it. A sense of wild masochistic pleasure was 
sweeping like a tornado over her, and she wanted to feel him pour the hot 
fiery jets of cum into her rectum, defiling her as she had never been 
defiled before. Her smoothly pumping buttocks waved maddeningly back and 
forth in front of him, and Tom Stanton felt the sperm rise up like the flood 
tide inside of his wildly aroused body and gush into the warm buttery depths 
of her softly throbbing anal passage, filling her to the bursting point with 
the heated wetness of his cum. And then, miraculously, the kneeling teenaged 
blonde was cumming too, screaming out her rapture as she fell forward, 
burying her face in the bedspread. 

With a groan which seemed to come from the soles of his feet, Stanton 
collapsed on top of her, her firmly rounded buttocks cushioning his pelvis 
and his slowly deflating cock still deeply buried in the dark forbidden 
sanctuary of her rectum. 

This is the bottom, he told himself soberly. Now I've gone as low as any man 
can go. There's only one way to go from here and that's up. And this time, 
I'll play the game by other rules. 

CHAPTER TEN 

"Here comes Mr. Stanton," said Wanda under her breath, nudging her co-worker 
George into activity. George reacted as if a fire had been lit underneath 
him, running his broom energetically over the floor next to the executive 
elevator. 

"Good Morning, Mr. Stanton," the two of them chorused loudly as the new 
president of Matthews Building Materials Incorporated stepped onto the 
elevator. The busy, silver-haired executive nodded curtly to his two 
employees, making a mental note to have the two of them replaced with 
younger people as soon as he got the chance. Wanda and George spent entirely 
too much time leaning on their brooms and gossiping, he decided, and firing 
a couple of old timers would put the terror into the rest of the staff, and 
increase production all around the office. Also, George and Wanda both knew 
him from his days as Mister Nice Guy, and the sooner that reputation was 
laid to rest, the happier he would be. 

"Well, what are you waiting for?" demanded George sarcastically, reverting 
immediately to his normal position of leaning tiredly on his broom. "Aren't 
you going to tell me what a wonderful man our Mister Stanton is?" 

"It's funny," Wanda commented philosophically as she emptied an ashtray. "He 
used to be such a kindly person. After Mr. Matthews left..." 

"You mean after Stanton torpedoed Matthews," contradicted the maintenance 
man curtly. "Who do you think tipped the Internal Revenue off to the fact 
that Bart Matthews was cheating on his income tax?" 

"Well, I don't see why it had to have been Mr. Stanton ..." 

"No? Well, who stepped into his job the moment they carted Matthews off to 
jail? Wise up, Wanda, your fair-haired boy has gotten to be a real tough son 
of a bitch in his old age." 

"You've got to admit he's been good for the company," insisted the cleaning 
lady stubbornly, sticking up for her hero. "From what I hear, sales have 
never been so good!" 

"Yeah, all it cost old Stanton was his daughter. After his kid married Sam 
Brooks, we started getting all their business, and I hear some funny stories 
about that wedding. Seems there was a shotgun or two involved!" 

"George! How can you say such a thing about such a nice young lady. I admit 
there have been some stories, but you know how people talk." 

"And that new secretary, Glenda whats-her-name! The blonde with the tits out 
to here? What do you think she does to earn her salary? From what I hear, 
your noble Mister Stanton has a long conference with her after every lunch." 

"I'd just like to know why he doesn't say hello to us anymore," wondered 
Wanda sadly, a tear running down her withered old cheek. "We used to be real 
good friends, Mr. Stanton and me." 

Tom Stanton arrived at his office and paused for a moment, looking at the 
title on the door as if he was still not totally convinced that it was true. 
So much had happened in a year! Bart had gone to jail; Milly had married Sam 
Brooks, and Glenda had come to work for him as his executive secretary. It 
was hard to believe, and yet it had been he who had arranged every bit of 
it. He pushed on the door and went in. Glenda was sitting at her desk doing 
her nails. 

"Don't you ever do any work?" he asked her acidly. 

"I'm sorry, Tom," she apologized quickly, putting the nail file out of sight 
and starting to peck at a letter. "It's just that you wanted me to take that 
Mr. Burrows to dinner tonight, and I wanted to look my best." 

"Shit, I'd forgotten about Burrows," the executive snapped in irritation. "I 
had another date lined up for you tonight with someone who could really 
throw some business our way. Burrows is small fish." 

"Do you want me to cancel out?" asked the blonde girl submissively, 
completely obedient to her master's orders. 

"Hell, no, we need the little fish as well as the big ones, but don't waste 
too much time with him. Feed him a couple of drinks at dinner and let him 
take you back to his hotel room if he feels horny, but just make sure he's 
in the mood to sign contracts tomorrow morning. And then get your ass back 
to the house, you hear? I may be needing a little something myself." 

"But what will you do about this other customer? Shall I call someone?" 

"Yeah, call Milly," decided Stanton briskly. "It's about time she did 
something to earn her keep." 

"Tom, darling, I don't want to interfere, but Milly's married now ... I 
mean, do you think it's fair to Sam to ... " 

"I didn't ask Milly to use her pussy to sell my products," snarled Stanton 
angrily. "It was her idea, or yours, if I remember correctly. And the owner 
of fifty-one percent of Sam Brooks Incorporated is none other than old Tom 
Stanton, so if her fucking bird-brain husband knows what's good for him, 
he'll do as he's told or he'll be walking the streets." 

Glenda nodded obediently and made a note on her pad to call Milly and inform 
her that she had a job to do tonight for the Matthews Building Materials 
Corporation. It never occurred to her to say "no" and it would not occur to 
Milly either. Nobody said "no" to Tom Stanton these days. 

Stanton closed the door behind him and stood with his hands behind his back, 
gazing out the window of his luxurious office over the city. He had beat 
them all now, he reminded himself. Sam Brooks, Matthews, Glenda, and even 
Milly. He was the lord and master of all he surveyed, a wealthy, powerful 
man. 

But there was just one little problem. 

Tom Stanton was not happy anymore. 


THE END
