A Stepfather's Trade
by Hilliary Newcombe
(LLP-350)


FOREWORD 

Modern society is one of the greatest hypocrites of all times. In one 
breath, the dwellers of the 20th Century decry the "sexual degeneracy" of 
our world and the collapse of traditional ethics"ethics" which, in turn, had 
once been condemned when new. Yet, in as equally loud a voice, they 
collectively call for LoveLove between nations, between the "brothers" and 
"sisters" of our human race, between families, between Man and Woman. 

A fine and upstanding thought, this Love for all people. And yet, how can 
the search for meaning and compassion be without physical properties? How 
can the search for sensual experience and the need to give of oneself to the 
individual one feels strongly for, be demeaned? In short, how can Love and 
Sex be divorced from each other either in theory or practice? 

This, then, is the theme of Miss Hilliary Newcombe's new novel, A 
Step-Father's Trade. It is a soul-searching, brilliantly conceived and 
triumphantly executed story of humanity struggling against sociological 
pressures and moral teachings that are in direct conflict with its basic 
drives and emotions. It is a portrayal of Love at its ultimate, with 
relationships that might shock some of the more unenlightened readers, but 
whose candid and frank descriptions of reality are necessary to give full 
meaning and scope to the material. It is an epic of Youth at the crossroads 
and Marriage questioned as an institutiona drama of denial and fulfillment, 
of fear and retribution. 

We, the publishers, can truly say that this is the novel of today, and one 
of the most important works of literature to have been created in the past 
several decades. Miss Newcombe is to be highly and gratefully commended for 
her insight, her understanding and compassion. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Gee, take it off," Kathie Dobson urged her twin sister. "Take off your 
bikini and sunbathe nude like me!" 

The blonde-haired fifteen year old girl pirouetted nakedly on tiptoe in 
front of Sherry Dobson and let the warming sun caress her with its rays as 
if it were an imaginary lover. Then, sighing, she stretched out her arms and 
casually lay down on the large inflatable mattress which was spread out on 
the back porch of their stepfather's boxlike, two story home. 

Sherry blushed at the sight of her twin sister lying naked and unprotected 
on the mattress. It seemed so naughty somehow, and yet at the same time 
provocatively desirable. She'd never done anything like this before, always 
careful while growing up to be modest and properwhich might account for the 
fact thatthough as nubile and sensual looking as her twinshe considered her 
sister as being rather "wild" in her relations with boys. 

"For crying out loud, Sherry, you can't be that much of a prude!" Kathie 
giggled. 

"There's only the two of us here and fencing all around the house. Nobody 
can see you but meand I'm your own sister!" 

"Well ... " 

"I mean, not even Daddy's here today." 

"STEPdaddy, Kathie. He's not really our father." 

"No, but he's tried to be since Mom died, and you know it. Whatever he is, 
he's not here, is he? He's out drinking again, playing the horses like he 
always does on Sundays!" 

Sherry bit her lower lip with indecision, but already the invitation was too 
much to turn down. Her hands hesitantly unclasped the snaps of her bathing 
suit top. She blushed again at the delicious feeling of letting her taut 
young breasts be exposed this way, out in the open air as if she were a 
nudist or something crazy like that. She faltered a moment longer, cupping 
the flimsy cloth which dangled by its now untied strap and her firm, 
ivory-smooth breasts, feeling a hot flush of embarrassment all the way to 
her neck. "It is awfully hot this afternoon at that ... " 

"Sure it is, and you won't have another opportunity to sun like this until 
next week. 

Before you know it, the summer will be gone, and we'll be back in drudgy old 
school." Again Kathie giggled enticingly and patted a spot alongside of her. 
"Just think! When September comes, we'll show up in the gym showers with a 
tan all over! 

Won't the other kids be jealous?" 

"Oh! Oh, Kathie, nobody must see us like that!" 

"What a silly old fool you are, Sherry. We've got fine bods, ones we should 
be proud to show off!" 

There was genuine pride in the adolescent girl s voice as she admired her 
twin sister's shapely body standing above her. They were both sensationally 
welldeveloped for their ages, though they were not exact duplicates of each 
other. They were both the same size, weight and height, but what set them 
apart most obviously was Kathie's slightly darker blonde hair, which she 
normally wore loose-flowing about her shoulders. It was a casual accent for 
her pixie face, which was usually impish and sparkling with mischief. Her 
body had proud, uplifted breasts, about a half-cup larger than her twin's 
own full curvaceous mounds, and her waist was about an inch larger than 
Sherry's. Her buttocks were like two saucy melons, ripe and round, and she 
was well-proportioned to her smooth, tanned legs. The boys knew which twin 
was which just by looking carefullythough one word or action set the two 
girls apart more than mere physical details. Kathie had a more experienced 
way about her, yet there was also an air of innocence, for she was still a 
virgin, despite a number of very, very close calls. 

Sherry had more of a shy and tender manner to her, and her slightly thinner 
but still lush figure was graceful without being too delicate. Her hair was 
that one shade lighter than Kathie's, and she usually bobbed it in a 
pony-tail, which added an aura of little-girlish wonderment to her pale blue 
eyes. Her long-lined proportions and her hair done back made her seem to be 
a bit taller than Kathie, though this was imaginary, and so her ripened 
breasts and smooth rounded buttocks seemed more enticing and sensuous. And 
indeed, Sherry was well aware that her twin had twice the number of dates 
and was far more "relaxed" with boys than she, but somehow she couldn't seem 
to unwind and become the carefree teaser Kathie was, even though she 
secretly envied her sister for her abilities. 

"Well, I know you're right, Kathie," Sherry gushed as finally she dropped 
her bikini brassiere to the sun deck. "But still, I can't help feeling ... 
wicked about it!" And then she, too, giggled along with her twin sister, 
tentatively arching her back and displaying her breasts in all their 
alabaster splendor. 

"You sound as bad as ol' Miss Pomphrets, the librarian," Kathie joked. 
"Remember when she wouldn't check out that biology book to me because it had 
pictures of naked men in it?" The blonde-haired twin turned then, reaching 
for a half-consumed six-pack of beer. "C'mon! Now, take off those bottoms 
while I open another can of beer, and we'll have a real nice time soaking up 
sun and foam!" 

"Oh, no more beer for me," Sherry gasped. "That can and a half I've had 
already has gone right to my head! And what if dear Step-daddy discovers 
we've been swiping his stock?" 

"Aw, he's got so much beer in the refrigerator now, he'd never miss this 
mucheven if he were in condition to notice when he got home." She snapped 
the pop-top and guzzled some of the cool liquor as it gushed from the can 
lip, smiling with that mischievous grin up at her sister. 

Sherry smiled back and then swallowed involuntarily. Kathie's full rounded 
breasts were arched and thrusting as the girl tilted back her shoulders and 
head to drink. The firm, molded globes seemed to be offering themselves in 
eager supplication to whatever hands wished to caress them, to whatever 
fingers wished to harden the tiny red berries on their tips. And Sherry 
could see all of her twin's rich cuntal furrow between her widespread thighs 
now, and the fringe of blonde pubic hair was parted until all of her coral 
smooth vaginal slit was exposed, even to where her small budlike clitoris 
was visible. Viewing the provocatively exposed pussy gave Sherry a sudden 
jump inward, a wicked tingling in her still bikini-clad loins she could not 
understand. 

Dear Lord! Was it the beer she'd had already? She felt so hot, hotter than 
she should feel despite the sun, and spirits of any kind had always affected 
her this waywhat little she'd had in times before while tentatively 
experimenting with her sister. Well, she could see she would have to keep 
her head.... 

"What's the matter, Sherry?" 

"N-Nothing, Sis," the blonde-haired girl replied nervously. She smiled 
again, attempting to cover up the puzzling new sensations which had so 
suddenly and mysteriously flickered through her abdomen. "No, I guess I'm 
just thinking I'd better stop being of Miss Pomphrets!" 

Laughing now at her own shyness, and determined to ignore the strange 
emotions her developing body was beginning to taunt her with, the fifteen 
year old began to peel her bikini panties off. Quivering nevertheless with a 
sense of forbiddenness, she slowly eased the thin blue material down over 
her rounded white buttocks and long tapering legs.... 

The effect of her unconsciously seductive strip was electrifying on her 
sister. Kathie sucked in her breath, unable to take her eyes off the sparse 
curls of pubic hair that gradually became apparent as Sherry worked her 
little bikini down over her slender legs. She let her blue eyes wander with 
fond admiration down to her sister's taut, voluptuously full breasts with 
their pink quivering nipples becoming rigid in the warm sun like crimson 
marbles. Then she studied downwards, over Sherry's tautened belly and the 
tiny indentations of her navel and the gentle sloping to her thighs and the 
tantalizing triangle of softly curling hair that covered the hidden, 
virginal secrets of her pussy. 

Sure, Kathie had seen Sherry naked before-after all, they'd grown up 
together! But they had been brought up in an atmosphere of prudishness and 
body-being-evil, their mother being a Midwestern Baptist of the 
fundamentalist streak. The girls had been swaddled in clothes and censures 
almost from the time they discovered little boys have snake-like things 
between their legs and little girls don't. Whatever happened to their real 
father had always been something of a mystery to them, their mother reticent 
to discuss the matter; in later years, the girls decided that he must have 
gotten fed up with the stern, anti-sex attitude of his wife and left them 
soon after the twins were born. 

A bigger mystery to Kathie and Sherry, however, was how Mother ever married 
their stepfather, Harry Dobson. Dobson had beenand still wasa handsome, 
muscular individual, much sought after by the grass widows and older 
unmarrieds in their small town. But once the girls had matured sufficiently 
to comprehend the odd situation, they figured the last thing on earth their 
mother would have desired was a virile man. Moreover, they discovered that 
their stepfather had a very bad reputation in the community where he was 
known as a loud, brash drinker and gambler with a penchant for the obscene 
and lewd. Not exactly the perfect mate for a devout, church-going blue-nose, 
who'd grown even more sour and unresponsive after her first husband had 
deserted her! They had no way of knowing, though, that their mother was 
perhaps the prize beauty of the area, the voluptuous model from whom they'd 
inherited their own nubile, maturing loveliness. They had no way of knowing 
that back then, Harry Dobson had been goaded into a $ 100 bet by his 
drinking buddies that he could lay the unattainable woman, and that since he 
billed himself as the "man with the most," whom any chick would spread for, 
he'd taken up the contest. He looked upon their mother as the ultimate 
challenge to his prowess, and their mother regarded him as everything to 
avoid, as sin personified. But she was fascinated with him as a child is by 
fire, the true warmth of her feminine soul leading her on subconsciously the 
more she prayed for courage to resist him. But she couldn't stay away, 
despite his filthy and coarse habits and his grasping, neverending attacks 
upon her pure and wholesome flesh. But she wouldn't say YES to going to bed 
with him, either. 

No matter how many times Harry Dobson attempted to get into their mother's 
panties during those long, frustrating months of his courtship, she always 
managed to fight him off. His friends were mocking him, and his pride was 
taking a battering it had never known before, until ultimately nothing else 
mattered to him other than to screw her ... and the only way to do that was 
to marry her. Their mother fought that idea almost as valiantly, but her 
parents and acquaintances all thought it was a wonderful concept. Her 
parents were delighted with the idea that a man, ANY man, wanted to make an 
"honest woman" out of their daughter, whom one man had already deserted 
ignominiously, and who'd in their eyes become a town scandal. Her girl 
friends considered the match preferable because it would remove the 
potential temptation of an unattached woman around their own straying 
husbands, and in that catty way women can be, figured their erstwhile friend 
would be trapped with a worse mate than they'd already married. And Harry's 
so-called friends pushed for it because they thought it would be the 
funniest joke on the arrogant bastard that could possibly happen. Hell, it 
was worth losing the $100 bet just to see him tied down and branded. So 
everybody pushed for the marriage ... and before Dobson, the mother, or both 
of her twin daughters fully realized what was happening Kathie and Sherry 
were bridesmaids, decked out in Mary Jane dresses and flowers in their hair, 
gawking at their mother standing beside Mr. Dobson while a minister chanted 
at them. 

It was a marriage made in hell. The girls had been six at the time, and they 
both remembered the subsequent seven years as one long bickering fight 
between their mother and stepfather. If habits had been prissy before, they 
became downright nunnish in the new home, the girls not being allowed to be 
seen outside of their rooms or bathroom in anything less than full clothing. 
Bathing suits were singlepiece, even before they started puberty, their 
mother around with a hawk eye as if afraid her new husband was about to 
attack her fledgling daughters. Harry Dobson preferred his women experienced 
and stacked, so the problem never arose, and not once had he ever tried 
fooling around with them. But Kathie and Sherry grew up learning a vast and 
profane vocabulary, as in drunken rages, their stepfather would insist on 
his conjugal rights in the marriage bed. The battle royals would come 
through the closed doors and thick walls as if they weren't there, though 
the girls were still too young to fully appreciate the harried, frustrated 
agony Dobson was experiencing. They couldn't understand completely why 
"Daddy"as he wanted them to call himseemed frozen out of his bed but locked 
in the house. The police called whenever he stormed out at night. 

Two years ago, their mother died. It was a tragic accident, a stumbling over 
a stool on the cellar stairs, which resulted in a broken neck. The girls 
were a little puzzled about that, considering the stool was normally kept in 
the upstairs bathroom, and the cellar light had never burned out before, but 
their stepfather asked them not to day anything, and they didn't, for fear 
of being beaten by "Step-Daddy." So Mother was buried, and since then, 
they'd been largely on their own. Harry Dobson was out most of the time, day 
and night, making up for lost time. They were allowed to do whatever they 
wanted for the most part, and Kathie seeming to have more of her real 
father's spirited blood in her than Sherry did, was straining the limits 
with her wild, uninhibited dating and occasional drinking. And Sherry, no 
longer shackled by their mother's Victorian oppressiveness, was feeling 
increasingly feisty as well. 

But the ghost of their maternal upbringing still clung to them, a deeply 
instilled morality which had kept them virgins and which could not be 
overthrown in so short a time. Kathie was, if only subconsciously, working 
on it, though, and this naked sunbathing out in the open was just another 
experiment in her restless quest for experience and maturity. And gazing up 
at her twin sister and viewing the abandoned display of her fresh young 
body, she couldn't help thinking how exciting Sherry looked! It had to do 
with the time and place and the setting, for this wasn't in the bathroom or 
their separate bedrooms, or even in the gym showers at school! 

This was ... well, it was delightfully wicked, just as Sherry said, and it 
made her tingle all over with the stimulation of being so daring. And best 
of all, Sherry was doing it too, and Kathie couldn't help thinking how 
innocent and yet at the same time immodest her lithe twin sister seemed in 
her nymph-like pose over her! Oh, if only their mother were alive and could 
see them now ...! 

Laughing with self-consciousness, Sherry held her naked pose, naively 
unaware of how intently her sister was watching her. Her thumbs were pressed 
against her softly flaring hips, fingers splayed across her belly in an 
unknowingly provocative stance. 

"Oh, it does feel good to be nude this way," she giggled. 

"I told you so! Can you feel the wind?" 

"Yes, yes, there's a breeze coming over the fence and it's like cool little 
feathers all over me!" 

"I feel it on my breasts. Can you?" 

"Yes!" Sherry glanced down at her nakedly protruding breasts, seeing how her 
red nipples were standing out to the massaging caress of the wind. "Mmmmmm!" 

"My titties are very sensitive; did I ever tell you that, Sherry? I bet 
yours are too, especially around the nipples." 

Sherry blushed, having the strange forbidden desire to reach up and tweak 
her nipples and make them still harder. "You ... never told me that before, 
Kathie," she whispered, choking down her immoral thoughts. "But you're 
right! They are!" 

"And can you feel the breeze between your legs, Sis? You know, right through 
your pubic hair and against the flesh of your pussy?" 

"Kathie!" Sherry gasped, "What a thing to say!" But she couldn't help 
shivering with the knowledge that she could feel the refreshing wind playing 
gently with the soft curling hairs of her pubic mound, whispering 
delightfully between the crevice of her buttocks and up along the 
involuntarily swelling lips of her dully pulsing vagina. 

Shamed by her own imprudence now, she sat down on the large, wide mattress 
beside her twin, and despite her promise to go slow on the beer, she 
accepted the open can and drank. The hot summer day and an oddly parched 
throat she suddenly felt were making her thirstier than normal. The two 
fifteen year olds talked as they drank their stepfather's beer, and then 
feeling heady as another can was consumed, Sherry stretched out full length 
on the mat and cradled her face in her arms. The brilliant sun roasted her 
fair skin, especially the pale stripes across her breasts and thighs where 
her bikini normally covered her. The beer seemed to ferment in her blood 
stream from the heat, but she didn't care ... nothing mattered as the sun 
drew all the energy out of her, her mind drowsing in semi-consciousness. It 
was good like this, without any restricting clothes on, she had to admit ... 
it truly was.... 

"Sherry...?" 

"Mmmm?" 

"You know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking it would be wild to have a couple 
of boys here with us!" Kathie saw her sister's sudden expression of shock 
and dismay, and she smiled broadly before going on. "Don't worry, just 
wishful thinking. But it would be sort of neat, wouldn't it? I was just 
lying here dreaming of what it would be like, us two all naked and a couple 
of guysolder guys, you know, like seniors or somethingdrinking beer with us. 

"You mean ... You mean, they'd be naked too?" 

"Sure! And they could look at us and we could look at them, maybe standing 
over us, with their legs spread apart so we could see all of their things 
... their cocks." 

"Oh!" Sherry gulped, tensing in momentary shock at the obscene slang word 
for penis. But then she recalled the pictures she'd seen in books when 
they'd had to take Sex Education class, and how the line drawings had shown 
handsome youths with their penises standing out ready for "penetration" into 
the woman.... 

"Cock, Sherry," Kathie repeated lewdly. "Cock, just like we've got cunts ... 
Cocks and their balls, and then maybe they'd lie down and try to make love 
to us. Fuck us, Sherry." 

"D-Don't talk that way, Sis!" Sherry pleaded, but her mind, lightened by the 
beer, was whirling with the same depraved image as her twin droned on the 
obscenities of her young imagination. 

"Fuck you and me, the two of us together being fucked right here on the 
mattress! I wonder what it feels like, with a cock up inside me," Kathie 
said, and Sherry watched stupefied as her sister splayed her legs wide and 
pointed her finger toward her widespread pussy. "One of these days I'm going 
to find out, Sherry. One of these days I'm going to let Frank or Jim or 
maybe even Timmy VanDoren get me so excited on a date I'll let him go all 
the way with me!" 

"You-You wouldn't really, Sis! What would Daddy say?" 

"Hell, what would he knowor care? I bet he's getting his ashes hauled 
regularly by those girls down at that tavern he goes to all the time." 
Kathie laughed and rolled on her side so that she was facing Sherry. "I'd 
better stop thinking that way or I'll make myself all horny," she said, 
smiling, and then leaned her head against her elbow before going on in a 
lower voice. "I've never seen a full-grown cock, just those little peters on 
the boy babies we sit for. Maybe I wouldn't really go all the waythe word 
gets around awful fast once you do, y'knowbut I'd like to see one, just 
once, big and fat and hard. Tell me the truth, Sherry. Wouldn't you? I mean, 
truly?" 

Sherry felt very open and vulnerable, but the tone in her sister's voice was 
one of sincerity, and the beer had weakened her usual reticence until she 
felt the urge to be candid. "Do you ... you promise never to say a word if I 
tell you a secret?" 

"Tell me what?" 

"Promise?" 

"Sure, Sis, you know that! C'mon, spill!" 

"Well ... I-I've seen one!" 

"No! You mean a boy's cock? A real boy's cock?" 

Sherry nodded, confessing: "Itit frightened me!" 

She leaned up on her elbows, her golden hair fanning out like a shining veil 
and framing her small, cherubic face. Her large blue eyes were opened wide, 
and she looked hesitant and scared even to be mentioning it. 

"Frightened you? How could it frighten you?" 

"He ... didn't know I saw it, and might've caught me looking!" 

"You never told me this before," Kathie said, in a slightly distrusting 
tone. "I don't believe you! Who was the guy?" 

"It was...." Sherry took a deep trembling breath. "It was Step-Daddy's!" 

For a short instant, Kathie didn't say anything at all, and then she asked 
in a stunned voice: "You mean our stepfather's? You saw his prick?" 

"Uh-huh." 

"And it was hard?" 

Again Sherry nodded, a tight, thick lump forming in her constricted throat. 
"Hard like a rock! It was ... last week when it happened; you remember, the 
night he didn't come home until very early the next morning. I woke up when 
he came into the house, I guess it was about five o'clock, and I had to go 
to the bathroom. Well, I got out of bed and put my robe on, but when I got 
out in the hall, he was just going into the bathroom himself! The hall was 
very dark and the bathroom light was on, so I could see him but he couldn't 
see me. He was naked, naked as we are now, and I think he was still pretty 
drunk. Anyway, he walked across to the bathroom, and his ... thing was 
sticking straight out in front of him, like a big spear pointing the way!" 

"What did you do?" 

"Nothing! I just stood there, like I was rooted!" 

"And what did he do?" 

"He went in and left the door open, and I could see him leaning over the 
toilet, cursing while he ... he ... " 

"He pissed. I bet that's what he had, a piss-hard-on!" Kathie laughed 
delightedly, clapping her hands. "Oh boy! Tell me, what did it look like?" 

"Well, it was about this long," Sherry said, gesturing with her hands in an 
exaggerated distance. "And it was all red like his nose gets when he's 
drinking, and about this big around. Big blunt head on it too, like a 
mushroom cap!" 

Kathie wasn't aware of it, but she was starting to caress her tingling 
breasts as her twin sister described their stepfather's erection. She could 
sense a weird moisture forming between the throbbing, hair-covered lips of 
her young vagina, the erotic conversation making her tremble in her loins 
with desire and a sense of envy that Sherry had seen his cock, and not her. 

"And did you watch him piss?" she asked eagerly, her blue eyes dancing with 
arousal. "Did you?" 

"I couldn't help it! If I moved, he'd have heard me, so I stayed where I was 
and watched him hold his penis down and a big stream of ... piss splashed 
all over the toilet, because he couldn't bend it down far enough. That's why 
he was cursing!" 

"Oh Lordy, Lordy, I wish I'd been there!" Kathie said, giggling. "I'd have 
liked watching him! I wouldn't have been a scairdy cat like you," she 
scoffed. "I'd have" Suddenly the familiar sound of their stepfather's Ford 
pulling into the driveway stopped her in mid-sentence. 

"It's Step-Daddy!" Sherry said, gasping. 

"He's home early!" Kathie said, scrambling to her feet. "Quick! Clean up the 
beer cans and let's get to our rooms before he catches us like this!" 

Frantic with haste, the two young girls scooped their bikinis together, 
knowing there wasn't enough time to put them on if they were to clean up the 
evidence of their drinking. They cradled the swimsuits and the beer cans in 
their arms, dashing wildly on bare feet through the living room glass door 
and up the stairs to the second floor, hearing behind them the garage door 
slam closed. Panting, the naked twins rushed into Sherry's bedroom, which 
was the closest, closing the door behind them. They threw the beer cans on 
the bed, hiding them under the covers as best they could while Harry Dobson 
started up the stairs, and then, holding their breaths, they stood like 
frozen nude statues as he walked past the door.... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

It was too damned hot for a man to be outside, Harry Dobson growled to 
himself as he strode up the stairs of his house. The wretchedly steaming 
afternoon drained a man of his strength and good humor, leaving behind a 
parch-dry shell, a broiled lobster shell with all the meat sweated out of 
him and eyes red and shiny as if boiled in a vat of tokay. If he'd had the 
brains God gave an ice cube, he'd be back in the dim, air-conditioned bliss 
of Jack's Trap, instead of feeling as if he'd crawled across the Sahara, the 
interior of his Ford sedan having been like an oven, even after he'd rolled 
down all the windows. But he was no longer a welcomed patron at Jack's, not 
until he coughed up some more money. The day bartender had told him Jack had 
cut off his credit, and Harry hadn't even been able to get a small glass of 
beer on the cuff before he'd left the tavern. And that was after he'd 
dropped all his dough in the horse parlor in back of the place, discreetly 
run by Slapsy Jim Rule. 

Damn those horses. That's all; just plain goddamn those flea-bitten nags. 
He'd tried everything to dope the races that day, but it was worse than 
usual, his wallet plucked clean by the end of the third race instead of 
lasting all the way through the seventh. 

The goats he'd picked had been so slow that they'd had to be shoveled off 
the track to make room for the next race, and the last one, the one he'd 
tripled his bet on to make up for the first two losses, had stricken with a 
fit of momentary paralysis that left him acting like a statue as the 
starting gate opened. Slapsy Jim loved him. Why not? Harry was an inveterate 
gambler and in spite of endless years of consistently losing more than half 
his meager weekly paycheck on the races, he still had a great difficulty 
knowing just where he stood at the close of the last race. Harry had no mind 
for figures at allnot the kind that add up in columns. Get the kind that 
swivel in skirts, and that was another matter, his eyes much better at 
picking good form in women than horses. 

Not that he could have done anything about a woman this Sunday. He was flat 
busted broke, in hock up to his ears with Slapsy Jim as well as Jack, and 
Slapsy wasn't as easy going about credit as Jack was about drinking on the 
tab. Harry was in trouble, deep trouble, and he knew it, and there wasn't 
anything else he could've done except leave the parlor and Jack's Trap and 
get into that kiln he called a car and go home. At least he had some cold 
beer in the fridge there. 

Harry Dobson was a tall, heavy-set man, not looking his full forty years, 
though some of his nut-brown hair was turning a distinguished silver around 
the temples. Despite all the beer he consumed, he was still well-built and 
without a paunch, his job as iron-monger at the foundry sweating out the 
suds his evenings piled on. He was still handsome and carried himself with 
that nervy self-assurance that a lot of girls thought very masculine, and 
when he scored (as he often did), he did his damndest to prove he was one 
mother of a stud. And shit! What he needed now were the eager arms and hot 
pliant cunt of just such a woman. But here he was instead, going home alone, 
and it made him madder than if he'd found a hole in the bottom of his 
bedpan. That's a laugh! he snorted as he stomped down the hall to the master 
bedroom. He was too busted broke to own a pot to piss in ... and if he did 
have one, Slapsy Jim would repossess it as part payment for what Harry owed 
him. 

He'd sworn that he'd never be in debt to his bookie, but he was ... and the 
noose was definitely tightening around his neck.... 

And Harry, absorbed in his own problems, assumed that his twin 
step-daughters were out somewhere, and not suspecting that they were nakedly 
standing holding their breaths as he passed the door to Sherry's bedroom. He 
went into his own room, making a swipe at the door and not caring that it 
didn't close all the way, tugging the tail of his yellow sports shirt out of 
his pants, wanting nothing more desperately than to get out of his sticky, 
sweat-stained clothes.... 

"What ... what are we going to do now?" Sherry whispered hesitantly, her 
eyes wide and fearful. 

"Shhh!" Kathie said, waving at her to be quiet. Her ear was pressed to the 
door now, her face cocked to one side with a strange intensity to her 
expression. "I think StepDaddy is taking his clothes off!" 

"What?" 

"I can hear him mumbling about a cold bath," Kathie went on, still 
concentrating on the sounds coming through the thin door panel. "He doesn't 
have the door to his room closed." 

"Well, let's get dressed too! You can wear something of mine, or ... or put 
your bikini back on." 

"Will you shut up, Sis?" Kathie licked her lips, her little blue eyes 
gleaming with excitement. "He's taking off his clothes and is going to have 
a bath, and his door is open! You know what that means?" 

"N-No," Sherry admitted, shaking her head. 

"That means we can see him naked!" 

"Hey, wait a minute! We can't just go out there, Kathie! He'll see us for 
sure, and you want him to catch us like this, without a stitch on?" 

"I want to see him nakedlike you did!" Kathie replied vehemently. "I want to 
see Step-Daddy's cock, Sherry! And I can, too, the same way you saw it that 
night, just by opening your door a little bit. I can peek right into his 
bedroom that way, and along the hall when he goes in the bathroom!" 

"Oh no, Kathie! D-Don't do that!" her sister pleaded, tugging at her arm. 

"Don't you want to see him naked again?" Kathie asked sharply, so aroused by 
the previous conversation and her own drunkenly salacious thoughts, that she 
was quivering now with expectation. "Or did you really ever see his cock?" 

"I did! I did!" 

"I think you were making it all up, Sherry, but I don't care! I want my 
chance now! 

You don't have to watch if you're scared," she added with a little sneer, 
and raised her hand to the door knob. "I'm just going to open it and take a 
peek, real quiet-like ... " 

"Oh, do be careful," Sherry moaned in low-toned fear. She was scared, but 
she had been telling her sister the truth, and now she was actually more 
frightened of arguing with Kathie. Then Step-Daddy would hear them for sure, 
and if he ever came in her room and found her naked like this, she'd simply 
die of humiliation! 

She watched in trembling anxiety as her twin silently turned the door-knob 
and opened it carefully. The hallway was dim, the drapes of the house having 
been pulled to keep out some of the sun's ferocious heat, but there was 
still plenty of light to see diagonally across to the master bedroom. The 
bathroom was next to it, directly across from Kathie's room, which was next 
to her own. 

As fearful as she was, however, young Sherry could not contain the same 
prurient curiosity which was egging Kathie on. She tiptoed up to the door 
and peeked along her sister's shoulder, gazing tentatively out of the room 
and into her Step-Daddy's. 

The door was open, and at first she could hear Harry growling to himself, 
and Sherry had to stifle a giggle, for no doubt the horse racing had gone 
badly for him as it usually did. 

"A little bit more and we'll be able to see all the way in there," Kathie 
hissed up at her sister, and she pulled the knob toward her to widen the gap 
they were spying through. 

The door hinges squeaked! 

Their hearts stopped in their young chests! Their stepfather must have heard 
it, it was so loud! But no, his snorting and swearing continued without 
letup, and Kathie again opened the door a little more. Their eager eyes 
adjusted to the light of the master bedroom, then they sucked in their 
breath, watching wide-eyed at the muscular body of their stepfather as he 
slowly took off his clothes! 

Already his shirt was unbuttoned, and he was picking at the sleeves of it, 
trying to get it off his burly arms. He was having trouble peeling it from 
his sweat-slick skin, but finally he slid it off his tanned torso and let it 
drop to the floor. Sherry knew she was doing wrong, standing in the doorway 
like this, for it had been an accident last week when she'd seen him naked, 
but this was being done on purpose! Yet an excited curiosity was gripping 
her, one which kept her frozen in forbidden fascination even though her mind 
told her to look away, and she continued to feast her eyes on her stepfather 
as he scratched his naked chest and yawned, unaware that his two twin 
stepdaughters were watching him. His naked back was to her, flesh and 
muscles rippling with male vigor, and then he was unbuckling his trousers, 
still cursing himself. He slid his wrinkled pants down his legs, then 
stepped out of them and threw them across the room with casual distain. He 
was wearing only the briefest of underpants now, which seemed to accentuate 
rather than mask his muscular buttocks and flanks. 

"I've already seen him in swimming trunks," Kathie snorted impatiently. "I 
want to see the rest of him now!" 

As if in answer to the young girl's demands, Harry began to ease down his 
underwear. They slipped down over his hips and thighs, dropping to his bare 
feet where he stepped out of them. His penis lay dormant, nestled against 
his flaccid testicles, and looked stubby and harmless. The dark pubic hair 
sprouted thickly around it, framing the sleeping flesh. 

"I thought you said it was big!" Kathie whispered. 

"It is!" Sherry hissed back defensively. "It's not jutting up and hard now, 
that's all! 

You remember what the text-books say about a man when he's soft!" 

Harry crossed to the dresser and surveyed himself in its mirror, and Sherry 
and Kathie had a difficult time suppressing their giggles as they peeped 
through the door at him. Harry ran his hands up and down his sides, sucking 
in his stomach and expanding his chest. Then he moved his hands over in 
front of his loins, cupping his scrotum with his left hand and stroking his 
penis with his right. To both girls' amazement, he flexed his buttocks, 
clenching and flaring the cheeks in unmistakable rhythm! 

Harry stood like that for a long moment, tugging playfully with his penis 
and watching himself do it in the mirror's reflection. For a moment he 
considered masturbating that way, looking at himself beat off until his 
hardened cock throbbed out its load of cum all over the bedroom carpet. But 
no ... sure as hell his stepdaughters would clean the room in a day or so 
and find a half-wiped pool of sticky goop on the floor and wonder what had 
spilled. And those two damned brats weren't all that innocent anymore, and 
there was a chance they'd recognize the odor and texture of the stain and 
know he jerked off like one of their pimple-faced boyfriends. 

But ohhhhh ... he felt as if his cum were backed up to his Adam's apple 
after what happened this noon! He backed up to the bed and lay down 
spread-legged on the coverlet, continuing to stroke his stiffening penis 
with his eyes shut and his erotic thoughts returning to Jack's Trap and 
Slapsy Jim Rule's horse parlor in back. Ahhh yes, and that sultry-eyed 
brunette bitch Slapsy Jim kept around to keep the horseplaying suckers 
interested between races. Her name was Delores; just Delores, and to hell 
with the last name, because if you were built as lushly as she was, you 
didn't need any last name to get around! Jesus, she couldn't have been over 
twenty years old, and Harry's personal guess was that she was closer to 
eighteen, but she had a set of bazooms that stuck out like rocket cones! 
Delores was designed along those Southern European lines which might cause 
her to become blowsy by the time she turned thirty, but for now she had it, 
and had it all together the right way! And fuck her if she didn't know how 
she turned on the guys! She'd come sashaying around wearing tight black 
short-shorts and a open-belly Bolero blouse that hugged her huge breasts 
like a second skin. It didn't seem to matter what she wore up top, she 
couldn't seem to hide those nipples showing through like push-buttons on an 
automatic sex-doll. And today, her pants had been so tight, he'd had the 
unnerving view of the girl's vaginal slit, a view he tried not to stare at 
unmannerly the whole time he was there dropping his money, knowing she was 
Slapsy Jim's broad and not available to mess around with. But how could a 
red-blooded guy not stare when the material followed the contours of her 
cunt lips and mound, creasing along the vertical line of her well-developed 
pussy? Shit, it was enough to make a bishop kick a hole through a stained 
glass window! 

And then at noon, prior to that third and disastrously final race when he'd 
lost everything, he'd been sitting out in Jack's, having a beer and eating a 
bowl of chili, the only food Jack served. He'd had the money then, though 
not enough to pay the long tab he'd run up at the bar. Delores had come 
wiggling out from the back room, looking bored with life and Slapsy Jim in 
particular, and snuggled in the booth beside him. Christ, but she'd gotten 
him excited, putting her hand on his leg way up high, almost to where his 
cock was, and he could tell she was all willing and set to go if he could 
figure out a way to fool Slapsy Jim. And she'd told him how much she liked 
him, seeing him around the place so much, and what a good time they could 
have together if he ever made it big with the horses. She'd told him that, 
for Christ's sake, right to his face, fluttering her eyelids and blowing him 
pouty kisses until he thought he was going to cream in his chili! 

Well, then he'd blown it all on the third race, and it would have to be 
another time and another day before he got into that sweet piece of ass. He 
had a feeling that if he ever did gaff her, she'd tear his leg off in her 
passion and beat him over the head with it! You could see she was nothing 
but a sex maniac on leash, and thinking about it now while lying naked on 
his bed, Harry Dobson involuntarily drew in a fevered breath at the 
unbelievable idea of fucking Delores. The thought of helpless moanings of 
pleasure bursting from her ripened lips goaded his penis up into rock-like 
hardness, and he could feel the blood in it pound with desire, tiny droplets 
of seminal fluid oozing from his sensitive cock-head and smearing hotly 
against his hand as he massaged it back and forth. 

Both young twins gasped as they saw their naked stepfather stroking his 
expanding penis in his fingers, and Kathie blinked her eyes in disbelief as 
she saw the once flaccid organ swell in size before her eyes. Sherry was 
righthis cock was large! 

How could any woman take a thing that size up between her thighs without 
splitting her belly in half? 

"Wh-What's he doing, Sis?" Sherry whispered, her eyes round like saucers. 

"I don't know for sure. Maybe he's beating his meat!" 

"What's that mean?" 

"Silly! That's like when a girl fingers her cunt until she cums, only it's 
when a guy fiddles with his penis instead!" 

"Ohhhhh...." Sherry nodded abstractedly, running her tongue over her lips. 
Her mouth was dry and she felt hot and clammy all over her naked body as she 
continued to watch. There was a curious burning sensation up between her 
legs, and she squeezed them tightly together in a frantic effort to quench 
it. She knew she should turn away, but she couldn't bear not to stare at the 
naked older man on the bedshe had to see every little detail! Her eyes still 
glued to his hotly stroking hand, she began to sway slightly in time to its 
rhythmic tempo. Her breasts were beginning to throb and unconsciously, she 
raised one hand and touched her small mounds with the palm of her hand. 
Tentatively she began to gently massage the little pink nipples which were 
involuntarily hardening and aching. 

Then Sherry heard a sigh from her sister next to-her, a barely audible mewl 
of pleasure, and glanced at Kathie for a moment. She was amazed to see that 
her twin had her hand caressing her breasts, her eyes glued on the bedroom 
across the hall. 

.. and it was then that Sherry fully realized what she was doing to herself 
in automatic response to the lewdly enticing scene. But as shamed and 
mortified as she was, she didn't stop fondling her nipples and breasts, 
letting the delicious sensations wash through her nerves as she turned her 
attention back to her stepfather rapidly stroking his long thick penis up 
and down. 

She remembered Kathie's explanation just now, and the words: like when a 
girl fingers her cunt. Sometimes at night or in the bath, she had played 
experimentally with her tender budding vagina, not really sure of what she 
was doing. Once or twice she had touched the electric button of her little 
clitoris, quivering with the resultant spasmodic sensations. But always, 
fear of discovery and a hesitation born of her mother's preachings had 
prevented her from going any further. Now, watching her naked stepfather on 
the bed, she knew she wanted to go furtherbut she didn't dare. Not with 
Kathie naked right next to her! 

Yet oh ... ohhhh, how a fire was growing inside of her slender young thighs! 
Her glance fell back on Kathie, who was now cupping her breast and rolling 
the hardened nipple between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, oblivious 
to everything except the man on the bed. And then to her shock, Sherry saw 
that Kathie's other hand was sliding fervently down between the soft blonde 
curls of her pubic mound! She didn't know what to do now! Her own twin 
sister wasn't too ashamed of fingering herself in front of her, and she 
wanted to do it so very much herself! Her nerve endings were a quivering 
mass of eagerness, ready to ignite at the merest touch ... and yet still the 
basic shyness that set the two girls apart as individuals made her hesitate 
and hold back.... 

Sherry compromised momentarily, squeezing her pulsating breasts with quick, 
circular motions, moving her palms over her awakening buds faster and faster 
to bring a little relief to her trembling, inexperienced young body. 

But her relief was short-lived. Yielding to the ache in her breasts only 
served to increase the fire that was now burning out of control in her naked 
loins. Almost humiliated at the surrender to her weaknesses, she slowly 
dropped her right hand to her warmly welcoming vaginal slit, and pressed her 
fingers against the sensitive layers of flesh. Tentatively, she probed 
through the sparse, baby-fine hair, and stroked the outer lips of her pussy 
with experimental gentleness. She slid her middle finger along the moistly 
swelling crevice in time to the rhythm of her stepfather's blatant strokings 
in the other room, her eyes locked hungrily on his upthrust erection and his 
hand that was curled around its thick, hardened shaft and rubbing its firmly 
swollen flesh back and forth ... back and forth.... 

Kathie looked over and saw what her sister was doing, and a wide, 
pleasurable smile lit her face as she continued to finger her own hot little 
cunt. Sherry was finally letting herself go! If it hadn't been for 
sunbathing in the nude and a little too much beer, the restraining walls 
would never have crumbled ... but they had, and watching Sherry finger 
herself was almost as arousing to the fifteen year old girl as seeing her 
naked stepfather playing with his penis! She reached over in an instant of 
impulsiveness and grabbed Sherry's wrist, halting her hand that was pressing 
her breast. 

"What...." Sherry began. 

"Shhh! Give me your hand, Sis!" Kathie hissed. She pulled her twin sister's 
arm toward her, and down along the curvaceous side of her naked body, then 
over her rippling flat belly in the direction of her cuntal mound. But 
Sherry, woken by force from her sensuous reverie, was suddenly frightened. 
Whatever Kathie had in mind, she didn't want to do it! 

"No ... no more, Kathie," she began to whimper. "Stop it! Please, stop 
whatever you're doing!" 

Kathie's only answer was to jerk Sherry's wrist harder, which caused the 
twin to almost fall over and sprawl headlong into the hallway. "Oh, look 
what you almost made me do!" Sherry whined. 

"C'mon, Sis! If you don't do what I want, I'll ... I'll tell Daddy you were 
spying on him the other night when he took a pee!" 

"But ... but we're both spying on him now!" 

"I'll tell him that you made me this time! And he'll believe me, because of 
the last time when you saw him!" 

In her distraught and drunkenly aroused state of mind, young Sherry was 
unable to think clearly. She did not see the underlying bluff to her twin 
sister's threats, only the thought of how angry her stepfather would be if 
he discovered the truth, and how humiliated she'd be to face him ... it was 
too much! 

"Oh, don't tell him ... I'll do it ... I'll do anything you want, Kathie!" 
Sherry moaned, and allowed her to guide her hand more gently now down along 
her inner thigh. Sherry involuntarily gasped as Kathie placed her fingers 
against softly curling pubic hair, and she felt the warm slippery wetness, a 
wetness just like her own, seeping from her twin sister's fevered cuntal 
lips. 

"Rub my pussy, Sherry," Kathie begged through clenched teeth. "Oh hurry, do! 
I can't stand it any longer.... 

Hesitantly, Sherry began to stroke the other girl's moistly heated vaginal 
slit, probing slightly into the finger-slickened crevice of her sister's 
tight little cunt. 

"Ahhhmmmm...." Kathie sighed, as shiver after thrill-tingling shiver coursed 
through her naked body. Sherry felt the hardened, engorged button of her 
twin's clitoris, and rubbed her finger experimentally against it. "Ohhhhh," 
Kathie moaned, her hips beginning to jerk. "Now you, Sherry. Finger yourself 
at the same time!" 

Sherry was afraid. All this was so new to her! She knew what they were doing 
was wrong, but she was enjoying what they were doing, and didn't want to 
stop! She heard her sister's breath come in short gasps as she searched in 
the warm hidden folds of her virginal cunt with her left hand. With her 
right hand still massaging her own cuntal passage, Sherry's thumb discovered 
the throbbing head of her clitoris and began to stroke it in tempo, and 
shivers of ecstasy raced through her aroused young body as she fingered both 
herself and Kathie next to her. 

A warm flush enveloped Sherry's naked flesh as she continued to manipulate 
her sensually awakened vagina in time to her stepfather's pistoning lewd 
movements up and down on his long rigid penis, her other finger freely 
caressing her sister's pussy. 

She could barely control the mewls of pleasure which were attempting to 
escape from her throat, caution leaving her, hardly anything mattering any 
longer but the fiery tingling deep in her young loins. 

She tested the tight resisting ring of both their cunts with her 
outstretched middle fingers. The tender flesh felt moist and elastic under 
her touch, and she pushed gently at the unwilling entrances. She felt Kathie 
gasp and shudder against her while she in turn winced in sudden pain as she 
probed the twin virginal openings, and then slowly she insinuated the tips 
of her fingers up inside the warm wet little holes. Chills and shivers ran 
up and down her back like icicles, raising goose bumps over her entire body 
which contrasted almost painfully with the warmth of her skin. 

The passionate sighs and moans coming from her stepfather were now more 
strangled and intense, and suddenly Sherry could resist her lewd temptations 
no longer! With a deep-throated gurgle, she rammed both fingers entirely up 
into the twin vaginal orifices, rotating her hand harder up against the 
jerking lips of Kathie's and her own youthful pussies. She felt the warm 
walls of their cunts closing in on her fingers and sighed as her rummaging 
brought new moans of joy from her sister and spasms of electric excitement 
shooting up through her. The fire was being quenched at last, but a new, 
more searing sensation was taking its placea growing hunger rearing and 
threatening to overpower her. Desperately, she finger-fucked herself and her 
sister, tears of delight coming to her eyes as she realized that her hands 
were not enough. She wanted more inside of her! 

Greedily, she stared at the huge fleshy erection which was jutting up from 
her stepfather's hairy loins as he stroked it to orgasm. She wanted a long 
hard cock like his deep up inside of her; that's why the ache would not go 
away! She wished, oh how she wished, that she was somehow twisting under a 
man who had a big thick penis like her Step-Daddy's to fill her tender young 
belly and make her feel better. 

"Ohhhhh Sherrryyyy," Kathie moaned against her, as she spasmodically 
undulated up against her twin sister's pumping finger. "You have ... have a 
natural rhythm, believe you me! 

If this is how good a tiny finger can make me feel, I can just bet the 
heaven a big hard cock would send me to...!" 

Still stroking his blood-pulsing cock in long, deliberately tantalizing 
strokes, Harry Dobson was totally oblivious to his two stepdaughters 
finger-fucking across the hall from his open bedroom door. He could feel his 
own naked buttocks tighten on the bedspread, and he groaned out loud as he 
pumped still harder on his burgeoning penis, imagining the rubbery blunt 
head pressing deeply into Delores's tight, twitching little cunt. His cock 
would fit so nicely in there and would work its way so perfectly against the 
wet, brunette-haired slit of her pussy flesh ... And now, now his balls were 
bursting with his cum, eager to splash into that lush bitch's belly and fill 
her womb to overflowing. Ah! Ah! Harry tried to control it, to fight it so 
he could dream of fucking Delores some morebut he couldn't! The floodgates 
of his climax were open, and his pelvis was grinding uncontrollably against 
the bed. He mesmerically continued stroking, buffeting the thick hardened 
shaft of his penis unmercifully between his fingers. His back arched and his 
hips thrust upwards in a mighty surgeand he was there! 

A bear-like howl erupted from his throat as he spewed his hot white semen 
high up into the air like an obscene fountain of milk. It gushed out in 
spurting torrents, splashing his chest, belly and legs, trickling down 
between his tightly clenched buttocks and matting the pubic hair around his 
ejaculating cock. Finally, when he had spewed out his last drop of sperm, he 
released his cum-covered fingers and sank back down against the mattress, 
temporarily satiated, his mouth hanging open slightly ... dreaming of 
Delores and her hot little cunt.... 

Sherry and Kathie were off their knees now and were lying on the floor of 
the other bedroom. They could both see in their mind's eye the creamy pools 
of male seed on their stepfather's stomach and loins, and they were cumming 
... cumming.... cumming in response! 

Closing her eyes, Kathie tried to imagine what it would be like with a cock 
fucking up into her instead of her sister's middle finger. But all she could 
feel was the tooslender, stabbing probe, and she moaned softly as the waves 
of heat gathered momentum inside of her belly. She opened her eyes again and 
fastened them on the energetic hand screwing up into her little pussy. She 
saw her young, developing cunt clinging hungrily to Sherry's finger on each 
withdrawal, the delicate pink hair-fringed edges pulling out with it, 
unwilling to let go, even for a moment. Again she closed her eyes, thinking 
only of a nice thick penis pistoning in and out, testicles pounding against 
her anus, her arms locked around a naked boy's neck and her legs straddling 
his thighs, her naked vagina upraised and defenseless before her 
dreamlover's ceaseless surging. 

"Oh, Sherry! Sherry! I'm there! I'm there!" she gasped. "I ... I'm 
cummmiiinnnggg.... 

!" 

Something was happening to Sherry, too. The heat inside her loins was a 
furnace now, and cloud after cloud of it swept through her flesh. Her hips 
were jerking strangely, and she felt as if she were drifting ... her head 
spinning around, and involuntarily her fingers dug deeper and deeper into 
both their cunts. To her surprise, she felt a gush of warmness flowing down 
over her hand that was thrusting up inside Kathie's pussy, and she gaped at 
her sister, beginning to shake as if beset with palsy. And then the cloud 
burst, raining sparks of erotic fire down on her, and she heard a moaningwas 
it herself?and she felt a wetness on the middle finger that was stroking her 
own tender cunt, secretions flowing like warm honey trickling down between 
her legs. This is it! This was her very first orgasm, and whyoh whyhad she 
been so foolish to deny herself this before? She wanted this wonderful new 
sensation to go on forever now ... ever and ever and ever ...! 

But finally it stopped as all good things must. A peacefulness took over in 
its stead, and she sighed contentedly, quivering as she sprawled naked on 
the floor of her bedroom. She could see her twin sister lying beside her, 
legs still spread wide, her mouth open and her hands pressing her breasts in 
silent joy. She could still see across the hall, and her stepfather's naked 
form half-comatose on the bed, sticky white liquid, dotting, his body around 
his now-limp penis. She could imagine how she herself looked at that moment, 
her face placid with an expression of utter tranquility. 

She felt differentmore knowledgeable, more grownup. She knew she would never 
be the same again, but she didn't care. She was still technically a virgin, 
but the seeds had been sown this afternoon to take care of that minor 
detail.... 

"Oh Sis, that was great!" Kathie sighed warmly. 

"Yes, yes it damned well was ... " 

"Ah, so now you're even swearing a little!" 

"I think quite a few things are going to change, sister dear. Let's rest 
here for a moment, and then ... " 

"And then?" 

"Then we'll talk about it ... on the bed this time!" 

Kathie giggled lightly, and stretching one foot, she gently closed the door 
of the bedroom with her toe. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Delores sat brushing her hair in front of her vanity, wearing nothing but a 
filmy babydoll top that was all but invisible over her swelling young 
curves. The nineteen year old was smugly contemplating her good 
fortune"fortune" being the perfect word to describe her situation. She had 
the plushest penthouse apartment the town had to offer, closets of clothes 
and dresses, and weekly trips to the beauty parlors and massage salons. She 
had as much spending money as she could ask for, and she made sure she asked 
for plenty, salting away half of it for the "rainy day" when the gravy train 
would grind to a halt and she'd be kicked off the caboose. 

In the meantime, the duties for her free ride were light and pleasant, one 
hell of an advancement over the daily four-hour shift she'd worked at that 
whorehouse in Juarez. That's where Slapsy Jim Rule had found her, paid the 
madam for her release, and smuggled her across the border for his own 
private sweetcake. There were lots of nice things to be said for such an 
arrangement, Slapsy Jim often too busy to spend more than three or four 
nights a week with her, and only loaning her out occasionally to friends and 
business associates, who always slipped her a few extra dollars or presents 
for her trouble. And even though Slapsy Jim was way over twice her age, 
Delores had a certain fondness for the gangster, especially in comparison to 
some of the grubby customers she'd had to service while a prostitute. 

And of course, there were always the extra-curricular men to keep things 
lively and interesting, to stir her insatiable desire for sex. 

She wondered while she brushed her long, dark hair, just how many men had 
stirred her over the years. Too many to count, actually; they'd long since 
blurred into a composite picture of one huge impersonal cock drubbing into 
her welcoming cunt. It had begun so long ago, in the back room of the 
village bodega, in the state of Chihuahua, Mexico. She'd been twelve but 
already looking at least sixteen by her figure, and Juan Garcia had offered 
her candy, all the candy she wanted, just to be able to see her without any 
clothes on. And then to touch her with his tobacco-stained fingers. And 
being touched had excited the girl, causing her to instinctively thrust 
forward for more, and slide with undulating inexperienced rhythm along his 
clutching hand which was fondling her already hair-fringed pussy. And that 
was when Juan Garcia had dropped his pants and exposed himself, his penis 
long and hard and quivering, and in that instant Delores had known what it 
was all about, what she was designed for, and what her future would consist 
of. 

After Juan Garcia, there had been other men and boys, all panting anxiously, 
all willing to give anything to please her. And please her they all did, 
pleased her so much that she never gave a second thought about moving to the 
big town of Juarez and looking for a job in a house. Instinctively she knew 
she was young enough and pretty enough not to have to work out of the tents 
and cribs that lined the hill south of town, from which the old whores and 
diseased women begged for fucking in the dimness of their questionable 
shelters. But she also realized she wasn't sophisticated or educated enough 
to become a call-girl or professional high-class hotel fluff, so to the best 
house in Juarez she automatically went for an interview. 

The madam had told her to strip, then stand, prance, and spread her legs as 
if she were an animal being bid at auction. It was something Delores knew 
she'd have to get used to, this impersonal treatment of girls, and quickly 
did as she was ordered. 

The madam, fat and sluggish and wheezing of tequila, leaned back in her 
chair, eyes rolling excitedly. When Delores was bare down to her panties, 
which were special lace and almost transparent, the madam leaned forward and 
tugged them off for her. 

Delores let the woman, standing in front of her in proud exposure. And then 
the madam had slipped to her pudgy knees and licked Delores' sweet-smelling 
cunt, darting her drooling thick tongue through the dark hairs and up 
between the moistly pink vaginal lips to tickle and prod her clitoris and 
pussy hole. At first Delores was frightened and surprised, but then she 
began to enjoy it. She became turned on in a way she'd never been before, 
and thought it was real groovy. She clutched at the madam's straggly hair, 
forcing the tonguing deeper between her thighs, grinding her hips forward 
and spewing out her breath in heated gasps, until ... with a squeal of 
delight, she climaxed. 

She got the job. For as long as she plied the trade there, she was the 
madam's pet . 

. but now she was Slapsy Jim Rule's pet, ready to give him more sex than he 
could handle. Ready, willing, and able, so it was not surprising that when 
Slapsy Jim unlocked the front door of her apartment and walked into the 
bedroom now, she was receptive as ever to receive him. 

Receptive? Hell, she wanted him! 

She smiled at him in the mirror's reflection, then put her brush down and 
turned around. 

"Hi, honey. I thought you'd be here by now. What kept you?" 

Slapsy Jim glanced from the open bedroom windows to Delores. It was night 
now, and the town lights sparkled and flared in the clear black sky, and the 
noise of traffic drifted up from the boulevard below. Slapsy Jim liked the 
sights and sounds of evening in his town, but he liked the view of Delores 
better. His eyes flickered over her lushly uplifted breasts that were 
threatening to burst the confines of the babydolls, and then down lower to 
the enticing sweep of her long sleek thighs. Between her slightly spread 
legs he could clearly see her soft dark pussy hair and her vaginal lips 
glistening wetly through the gauzy layer of the gown. 

"I had to see Durrel for a shipment," he said, his voice like gravel pouring 
down a chute. 

"Getting some more marijuana in, lover?" Delores stood up and stretched 
lazily, smiling at him still more intently. 

"Yeah, some of the very best grade. I'll have a brick sent up for you 
tomorrow." He grinned crookedly, adding: "But you might say it's being used 
as more of an investment." 

"You've got something cooking," Delores accused him teasingly. "I can tell 
by that dirty look on your face." 

"You know me like a book, baby. You're dead rightand it's about that plan I 
was talking to you about earlier today." 

"Ah! And does this plan still include me?" 

"You bet it does! Just the way you like being included, too." 

Delores's dusky eyes glowed lasciviously. "So I'm to work some more on that 
deadbeat horseplayer, Harry Dobson. Lover, you should have seen him at noon 
today! I had him so hot, he just about lifted the table with his hard-on! 
But there's more to it than that, or you wouldn't be wasting fine grass on 
him. Who else?" 

"Those two tight-assed twin stepdaughters of his, that's who!" 

A throaty laugh came from the brunette-haired beauty. "So that's it! You 
want a little action with themas if you don't get enough to satisfy you 
around here." 

"Baby, you know I do," Slapsy Jim chuckled lewdly. "You're a goddamned 
nympho, that's what you are, but these two chicks are something else! All 
prime and ready, and never been fucked before. I could tell that the day 
they came in Jack's Trap looking for Harry. Virgins! I'll bet anything on 
that. Unpoked and raring to go, and you know how I love banging cherries!" 

"If I could sew my box up for you, lover, I would every night," Delores 
pouted mockingly. "But you go right ahead and I hope your plan works, 
because Harry looks like he might be pretty damned good in bed, too. Your 
idea better have both of us enjoying ourselves!" 

"Don't fret, baby. We'll both get our lumps." 

"Let's do some practicing now, lover," Delores hissed provocatively. "I've 
been waiting, you know...." Slapsy Jim swallowed thickly, watching the girl 
slowly push the straps of her babydoll tops from her shoulders with her 
fingers. Her pink little tongue slipped between her teeth to moisten her 
lips, her dark eyes hot with hunger as they stared meaningfully at him. With 
practiced ease, she shimmied her body, her proudly upthrust breasts dancing 
slightly without any sign of sag, and the flimsy white sheath slipped down 
to catch momentarily on their distended nipples. It hung there, and then she 
twitched and it slid still further until it puddled around her bare feet. 
She stood before him, naked and unadorned, in an obvious, panting state of 
sexual arousal. 

"Come to bed, lover," she whispered encouragingly. 

She moved her wasp-like waist in seductive contortions, her full, sensuous 
breasts bobbing with delightful impudence on her tanned chest. She was 
tanned all over, not even with the usual tiger stripes on her breasts and 
hips, the only contrasting shade to her body her reddish-brown nipples and 
the curly triangle of dark pubic hair, which was now gleaming wetly with her 
secretions. 

"Come on to bed...." Hot damn! Slapsy Jim Rule thought as he stared with 
trembling agitation. Delores is a natural talent! She can turn a man on and 
fuck him every which-way! He knew all about her various deductions of other 
men while she loved off himand he approved heartily; just as she approved 
whenever he wanted a stray piece of cunt like the two Dobson girls. He 
recalled with relish the orgies and mate-swapping they'd done together here 
in this apartment, and knew he'd latched onto the one girl who could please 
him entirely. 

Sometimes he wondered how a mug like him could have ever had the nerve to 
think a girl like Delores would stay around. He knew what he looked likehad 
known for almost fifty years nowand realized that he wasn't exactly Adonis. 
He knew he wasn't exactly ugly, either, and he'd tried over the years in the 
rackets to learn manners and etiquette, but his face was lean and sharp and 
his eyes were flat and cold as a snake's. There was a mixture of Mid-Eastern 
blood in his background, giving his skin a slight duskiness and his nose the 
shape of an eagle's beak. 

Because he'd worked himself up from the slums of Baltimore, having to kiss 
the ass of every punk who was one rung above him, his attempts to be 
courteous often came out sounding affected and ingratiating, as though he 
were a wheedling rugpeddler. But now there was Delores in his life, and with 
her at his side, he suddenly was respected in lots of other guys' eyes. They 
figured if he could land a cunt like her, there must be something more to 
him after all! She'd cost him a lot to bring her out of Juarez, and was 
still costing him a lot, but she was also making him a lot, too, helping his 
career as well as pocketbook. She paid her way ... though he was careful 
never to admit it to her. She might raise the price! 

And, dammit, she was about the only asset he had that was downright fun to 
own! 

Look at her now, he thought as he watched Delores stretch out nakedly on the 
bed with abandoned anticipation. Just look at the way she's begging for 
cock! His pants, already sticky from little drops of seminal emission caused 
by her seductive strip, now bulged with his blood-pounding erection. But 
stifling the impulse to fuck her, he moaned: "No ... No, I've got to go back 
out in a few minutes on business, and I want to tell you about my idea 
first." 

"Tell me afterwards," she cooed, cupping her breasts upward toward him in 
wanton offering. 

"No, now. I've got just enough time to change into a clean suit, and I want 
my plan to start tomorrow. You've got to know the details, Delores." 

"I refuse to listen unless you take your clothes off and sit down beside 
me." The dusky-eyed girl wiggled around on the bedspread, moaning further as 
her fingers dipped down to press against the warm cavern of her hungrily 
throbbing cunt. 

"C'mon, strip, lover. Strip for your baby ... " 

"Yeah, well, I've got to anyway to change, don't I?" Slapsy Jim unbuckled 
his trousers and threw his shirt and tic over his jacket on the chair. Have 
to keep control of myself, though. Too much to do tonight. But when he 
pulled his undershorts down, his cock leapt out in full hardness, trembling 
with lust. 

Delores stared lovingly at it, moistening her lips again with the tip of her 
tongue as if she were already tasting its pungent male seed. "Come on," she 
whispered throatily. 

"Come on and sit beside me." 

He did, but warned her: "First things first. Listen to me." 

"Sure I will, lover." Delores snaked out her left hand and closed it around 
his turgid penis. She rubbed it up and down, her tongue still licking along 
her lips, her eyes hot on the huge pulsing shaft and bulbous head and the 
wrinkled sac of his cum-filled testicles. "Sure, I'll listen. While I'm 
sucking you off ... " 

"Jesus, don't!" Slapsy Jim said firmly. He moved away, down to the foot of 
the bed, watching her undulate her hips and slide her fingers down now to 
her glistening vaginal slit. "Now, look. Harry Dobson owes me plenty, and he 
doesn't have the cash to pay off his gambling debts. I'm going to apply a 
little pressure to him tomorrow after he gets off work at that foundry, and 
offer to make him a trade." 

"His debts for his daughters, right?" Delores stretched out her legs and 
began to stroke his naked thigh with her big toe, wiggling her foot upwards 
so she could reach the fleshy pole of his hardened cock. "He'll never go for 
it, Slapsy lover. He may only be their stepfather, but he won't go for the 
deal." 

"I don't figure he will, not that way alone. That's where you come in, 
baby." He paused, and then a wicked leer parted his lips. "You sweeten the 
pot, the carrot that goes along with the stick. He gets you as well as his 
debts cleared, in exchange for me getting a swipe at his kids. And he's 
chomping at the bit to lay you, you know that. I think he'll buy the 
package." 

"So that's why you've wanted me to butter him up special." She watched 
gleefully as her strokings made Slapsy Jim shudder. He never could stay away 
from her for long. 

No man could ... "How far do I go with him this time, lover?" 

"Far as you have to. Or in your case, I'd say as far as you want to, just so 
long as he finally agrees to the swap." 

"Then don't worry about a thing, lover. He's good as sold already. Mmmm, and 
it might be lots of fun convincing him. I hope he puts up an argument." 

As she spoke, Delores moved her naked buttocks down the bed so she could 
once more seize Slapsy Jim's hotly pulsing penis. She stroked its thickened 
hardness with her fingers again, and before he could fend her off, she rose 
and pressed her naked young body against his, forcing him back in a supine 
position across the width of the bed. 

"Damn it, Delores, I'm trying to tell you what you've got to do tomorrow! 
Now, you go into action after I've had my little ah, talk with him, and that 
should" His explanation trailed off as Delores kissed him warmly along the 
side of his neck, into the hollow of his throat, down along his 
bronze-colored chest. She nuzzled the rigid tips of his male nipples, 
rolling her tongue back and forth across one and then the other. Finally she 
let her mouth roam down across the girth of his well-muscled stomach. Slapsy 
Jim groaned at her expert ministrations, and involuntarily thrust his hips 
up toward her. She scratched his swollen cock lightly with her fingernails 
and over his testicles, reaching under his trembling body to probe briefly 
at the puckered ring of his anus.... 

"Jesus," Slapsy Jim continued weakly. "We ... We have to get ... get the 
timing ... the timing just right ... or ... " 

Delores smiled wryly as she looked at him with half-lidded eyes. And then, 
on all fours now, she hovered over his erect penis, her head slowly lowering 
and her wetly parted lips closing over it, enveloping his hardness in the 
soft warmth of her salivafilled mouth. He lifted his head, unable to break 
away from the wildly erotic sensation, and he was all the more aroused as he 
watched the naked young girl slowly suck his cock deep in between her ovaled 
lips. 

"Go-wa, go-wa on-a," she mumbled around his pulsing thickness as she bobbed 
her face up and down in an oral simulation of a wetly clasping cunt. At the 
same time she twirled her tongue around the moist stickiness of its 
blood-engorged head, causing shudder after shudder of wild delight to ripple 
through his abdomen. 

"Uhhhhhh," the gangster panted. "You bitch! You're a goddamned bitch, baby, 
you . . 

. you know I ... can't go on!" He gritted his teeth, willing himself to 
remain on the subject, but it was no use, the thread of his concentration 
broken. Damn it, she'd won again! Slapsy Jim thought fuzzily, capitulating 
to the prurient sensations of her experienced mouth and fingers. She always 
won, always got her way sexually, and she knew all the tricks in the book 
and some that hadn't been written yet. "Ahhh," he panted, "If I miss my 
appointment with Morrison...." Slapsy Jim lay back and shut his eyes and 
.pretended it was pretty Kathie or Sherry Dobson sucking his penis. Well, if 
he had his way, it soon would be one or both of those luscious untouched 
girls sawing up and down in eagerness. He'd shoot his cum deep into the 
throats of Harry Dobson's stepdaughters, after fucking them first and 
ripping away their innocence ... And they'd love it, he just knew they would 
once they got started! 

"Suck me, Delores," he urged now. "Suck, suck, suck my prick!" 

The brunette girl slaved above his loins, her voluptuous young body 
glistening with the fine sheen of perspiration. The pressure grew and grew 
in the gangster's testicles, and he arched his buttocks upward in an effort 
to ram his long hard cock all the way down her greedily sucking throat. His 
impatient load of semen boiled inside him, building like a crazy whirling 
dervish toward its moment of ejaculation. His scrotum tightened.... 

And thenSlapsy Jim Rule groaned as the first stream of white-hot fire leapt 
along the passage of his wildly jerking cock. He gasped, his lips pulling 
back across his teeth as his burgeoning penis pulsed and flooded Delores's 
gluttonously sucking mouth, the heated sperm bloating out her cheeks until 
she was forced to concentrate on swallowing rather than milking. And all the 
while the naked nineteen year old girl mewled and crooned and tickled his 
balls, and used her fingers to taunt his frantically puckering anus. With 
one last groan, Slapsy Jim emptied the last of his cum, and his penis 
started to deflate in the hot vacuum created by her soft wet mouth. 

Delores kept on sucking, and then his cock slipped from between her lips, 
cleaned of every drop of his orgasm. Her belly felt warm and supremely 
filled, and she smiled like a contented feline after feeding itself to 
capacity. She lay with her head on his thigh, nibbling gently on the limp, 
useless penis in front of her, thinking about how to handle Harry Dobson 
tomorrow afternoon. She would do it with all the artistry and finesse of a 
first-class dramatic actresswhich in a sense, she was. 

It would be like taking candy from a child. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Harry Dobson walked out of the employees' entrance of the Culver Cast & 
Foundry Company, along with the other two hundred workers. The last whistle 
of the day had blown, and he was hot and sweaty from the constant heat 
pouring from the furnaces and hearths, as well as the excessive summer sun. 
He wanted to get home quickly and soak in a tub of tepid water, a six-pack 
of beer handy beside his elbow. 

Speaking of beer, he thought to himself as he headed toward the parking lot, 
he was going to have to have a talk with those stepdaughters of his. He had 
a suspicion they were pinching his beer, the little sneak-thieves unaware 
just how carefully he had to gauge the amount he bought each week so that 
his paycheck would stretch between losing horses. 

"Over here," a voice suddenly came from beside him. Dobson stopped, glancing 
to his right into a small, shadowed alcove where old castings were sometimes 
collected before being shipped to the slag heap. "Over here, Harry." 

"What? Who's there?" he said sharply, not in a very good humor. He saw a 
figure of a man silhouetted in the dimness. 

"A friend," the grating low voice said, and the dark image came closer, into 
the light. 

Dobson recognized the hulking, oversized man now. It was Garth McHugh, a 
bouncer at one of Slapsy Jim Rule's downtown clip joints, and all-around 
muscle for the gangster. Dobson heard other footsteps beside him suddenly, 
and turned again, this time seeing Slapsy Jim and another henchman, a 
gigantic black who used to be a heavy-weight contender before his brains got 
scrambled in the ring, and who like Delores, only went by one name: 
Balshazar. 

Slapsy Jim leaned against the brick wall beside Dobson glanced over his 
shoulder; the rest of the workers were gone now, down the street and 
hurrying to their cars. He was alone-except for these three. 

"What is this?" Dobson asked sharply, knowing damned well what it was about. 

"Well, Harry, I wanted a chance to talk to you," Slapsy Jim said smoothly. 

"I ... I'll drop by Jack's Trap in an hour," Dobson said nervously. "Sure, 
lemme get home and put a clean shirt on, and-" 

"No, I'm afraid it can't wait. You see, Harry, I've got a little problem I'm 
hoping you can help me solve." 

Harry gnawed his lower lip. Here it comes, he thought. 

"Yeah," Slapsy Jim said, looking like anything except a man with a problem, 
"it seems I'm up against some creditors who want some money I owe them. 
Things haven't been breaking too well for me lately, and so I have to raise 
some quick dough. So I thought I'd come around and see the guys who owe me. 
That's only natural, isn't it?" 

"Look, Slapsy, you don't have to razzle-dazzle me. I know you're holding a 
few chits of mine, but honest, I'll pay off as soon as I can. You know me. 
You can trust me." 

Slapsy Jim inspected his fingernails carefully. "It's not a matter of trust, 
Harry. If I didn't trust you, I'd never have given you credit in the first 
place." 

"Slapsy," Dobson said thickly, "you'll get paid, but I can't do it now. I 
just can't make it until the end of the month." 

"You pull down a good wage here, Harry." 

"Sure, but I'm in hock to the pension fund, I've got two stepdaughters to 
support, and a mortgage on the house. Hell, I can't even sell the Ford to 
pay you off. It's not worth the equity I've got in it. After Sunday's third 
race, I'm cleaned out. Give me a little more time to make good." 

Slapsy Jim Rule shook his head sadly. "Five hundred and fifty bucks, Harry. 
I need it, and I need it right now." 

"Two weeks, that's all I'm asking! Two weeks." 

"Harry, you know what happens to welchers?" The gangster's voice had the 
sound of rattlersof a quick and painful deathin it. 

"I'm not welching!" Dobson was becoming scared now, the foundry deserted 
except for the main office way around the other side. "Tell me what you want 
and I'll bust my ass to do it-but I can't print money on toilet paper!" 

"Sure, Harry, sure. Don't get excited. It's not good for your liver, is it, 
boys?" 

"Naw," McHugh growled. "No good for da libber." 

"Go down for de count dat way, fellah," Balshazar added. 

"Harry, you've been a good customer of mine, nice and steady, the kind a guy 
hates to lose. I don't want us to be on bad terms over a little matter like 
money. So I'll tell you what I'll do for you, seeing as you're such a good 
customer and everything like that there. I'll make a deal with you. I'll buy 
back your paper, the entire five-fifty without even discounting it. I'll buy 
it backor maybe I should say, I'll trade you for it." 

"Trade me? For what?" 

Slapsy Jim brushed his fingernails casually across his two-hundred dollar 
suit lapel. 

"For your daughters, Harry." 

"For my what?" 

"Your daughters, Kathie and Sherry. Or I guess they're stepdaughters, aren't 
they? 

It's not as if you were their real father. I'll make it straight across the 
boardone night with them, for what you owe me." 

Harry just stared at the gambler, almost too shocked to find words. "Are you 
serious? I'd never do such a rotten thing like that, handing them over for 
you to ... to ... " 

"Fuck is the word, I believe," Slapsy Jim said casually. "Well, I don't know 
why not, Harry. I mean, much besides how deeply in debt you are to me, look 
at it from their point of view. They're itching for some sex, you aren't so 
dumb not to have noticed thathell, that's obvious even to me, and I'm not 
around them all the time the way you areand it'd probably be better if they 
were broken in by an experienced man instead of fooling around with some 
ape-shit teenagers who'd end up tearing their clothes off in some drive-in 
passion pit and knocking them up. Anyway, I'm just a tired old man now, and 
I wouldn't be able to do much to them. They'd probably wear me to a nubbin 
in fifteen minutes. That works out to be about forty bucks a minute, a 
little less actually, which sounds reasonable for virgins these days." 

"A tired old man?" Harry exploded angrily. "Why you bastard, who're you 
putting on? 

You can't be all that tired to be able to hang onto Deloreswhy the hell do 
you want to screw my two kids with her around to crack your nuts?" 

Slapsy Jim shrugged noncommittally. "You know how it is, Harry. Variety is 
the spice of life and all that bullshit. Anyway, we're not talking about 
Delores. I'm making you an offer you can't refuse: set up your two girls and 
I wipe off your debt. That's all; I'll take my chances with them after you 
help set it up and leaveand I promise you, Harry, there won't be any rough 
stuff on my part. I like your stepdaughters, Harry, and all I want to do is 
show them how much I like them. Hell, they might just end up loving it for 
all you know." 

Dobson's eyes narrowed and there was a mean line around the corners of his 
mouth. He would have loved to grab the slick gangster by his fancy lapels 
and hit him until he was punch-drunk as Balshazar, but he didn't dare. 
Mainly because Balshazar was there, and McHugh along with him. But then came 
the glimmer of temptation, a small insidious devil whispering in his mind 
that it would be a quick and easy way out of his mess with Slapsy Jim. What 
did he owe those two beer-stealing brats anyway? Not much, and he'd been 
supporting their lazy asses for eight expensive years now. And Slapsy Jim 
was right; they were acting awfully damned boy-crazy lately, twitching their 
young bods around town like they were hot to be laid. 

Just set it up, that's all he would have to do ... If something backfired, 
it'd be Slapsy Jim who got in trouble, not him, because he wouldn't be 
around, would he? Yeah.... 

Shit, what was he thinking! Harry Dobson shook himself free of his salacious 
thoughts, angrier than ever for his momentary lapse. Snarling, he retorted: 
"Never, Slapsy! I don't care about what I owe you, I ain't trading my 
stepdaughters for no damned money! And especially to you!" 

"Meaning you don't care if you make me angry?" Slapsy Jim asked with 
deceptive mildness. 

"My kids aren't for sale!" 

"I like bums with guts, Harry," the gangster said. "Don't I, McHugh?" 

"Sure, Boss," McHugh said. He was grinning tightly. 

"Show Harry how much I like bums with guts," Slapsy Jim said. "Show him how 
much I like bums who can't pay their bills and turn down my offers." 

McHugh started shuffling further out of the alcove, his expression clearly 
stating he was going to adore showing Dobson how much his boss loved bums 
with guts. 

Dobson looked wildly around, but Slapsy Jim Rule and his other fighter, 
Balshazar, were too close to avoid if he tried running for it. 

The setting sun glinted off McHugh's right hand, and now Dobson realized 
that the man was wearing brass knuckles. He moved in closer, swinging at 
Dobson, but Dobson stepped back and easily avoided the punch, letting it 
pass harmlessly by his ear. Dobson waited until McHugh had extended his arm 
all the way, and then he stepped in against the thick-bodied bouncer and 
pasted him one on the jaw. McHugh stumbled backwards, hitting the brick wall 
of the alcove and lost his balance on some castings. His legs entangled, he 
went down on the dirty cement. 

"Always were a sucker for that, McHugh," Slapsy Jim said calmly, as if one 
of his men hadn't been knocked to the ground. McHugh rubbed his jaw 
speculatively, his beady eyes blazing with fury, and then he slowly got to 
his feet. 

"Pal, you is hash now," he threatened. Dobson chilled, figuring that between 
the three men he probably wasbut he wasn't giving them the pleasure on a 
silver platter. He started for McHugh again, hoping his best defense lay in 
a strong offense, thinking that perhaps if he moved quickly and powerfully 
enough, he might deck McHugh long enough to worry about Balshazar and Slapsy 
Jim. 

The trouble was, Dobson forgot that Balshazar was to one side of him, almost 
standing behind his back. There was a sudden sharp blow, like a kick, in the 
small of his back, and Dobson was sent teetering forward off balance. He met 
McHugh who was starting to bring up a cocked fist from down around his 
ankles. The brass knuckles caught Dobson squarely, and he flopped on the 
ground, ears ringing, hearing the swish of a kicking shoe sail past his 
head. He scrambled to his feet and turned, eyes blurred, and saw McHugh 
coming at him again. He tried to throw up his arm and duck, but the fist 
landed a second time, hurting worse than before. Dobson went down again, and 
this time a heavy brogue smashed into his ribs. He groaned, feeling like 
puking on the spot, and then he was kicked again, and he almost lost 
consciousness. He heard the silky voice of Slapsy Jim as if from a great 
distance. 

"Lay off, McHugh. Balshazar, help Harry to his feet." 

The blows and kicks ceased, but Dobson was in too much pain to be quite sure 
of that for a few minutes. He moved a little of the grimy cement, and then 
the husky black grabbed him by his shoulders and lifted him up as easily as 
if he were a rag doll. He almost passed out again, but gritted his teeth, 
leaning against Balshazar because he was incapable of anything else. 

"You hear me, Harry?" 

"I ... hear you, Slapsy," Dobson said. His own voice sounded as if it were 
filtered through a tin can. 

"You go home now, Harry and get a good night's sleep. Think over my 
suggestion, and see if you can't go along with my way of thinking. It would 
be a lot simpler for all of us." 

Fuck you, Slapsy, Dobson wanted to shout, but he didn't, knowing what would 
happen if he did, and not having the wind to form the words even if he could 
have said it. Balshazar sent him stumbling on his way, down the long 
sidewalk in the direction of his car, and Dobson lurched forward only half 
aware of what he was doing. He reached the Ford, fumbled with the door 
handle, and then sunk in the driver's seat gratefully. He sat there a long 
time, regaining his strength. 

After awhile, he started the car, then paused to unbutton his shirt. He 
examined his ribs, seeing that the skin was discoloring already and it hurt 
when he touched them. 

His face felt puffy and when he glanced in the rear view mirror, he saw he 
had the beginnings of a black eye. He was going to be a real sweetheart for 
the next few days. 

The drive home was slow and unsteady, his eyes still not focusing too well 
yet, but the fresh air billowing through the open windows helped revive him. 
He lit a cigarette and thought about his two stepdaughters, and how if they 
weren't so damned sexy looking, he wouldn't have found himself at Slapsy 
Jim's mercy. He was beginning to suspect that the gambler had deliberately 
sucked him into debt, just so the pressure could be applied. Again came the 
alluring thought: why not? The two girls were going to spread their legs one 
of these days soon anyway, and if they were going to give it away free, they 
might as well help their stepfather out of a jam. They owed him that much 
for all the years of free room and board, and the snotty talk he'd often had 
to take from them. But they didn't have to know about it ... nobody had to 
know about it other than Slapsy Jim and himself. And as far as he was 
concerned, there was a better than even chance that the fifteen year old 
twins wouldn't want to play Slapsy Jim's games, and guaranteed results 
hadn't been part of the deal, Slapsy Jim had made that clear. In fact, they 
might even blow the whistle on him for trying to squirrel around with them, 
and there'd Slapsy Jim be, up for statutory rape! 

Harry Dobson chuckled at the idea of the gangster being arrested. Hell, it 
might be worth it just to set it up to see if that would happen! 

He pulled into the driveway of his frame house and walked gingerly from his 
car up to the porch and into the living room. Every step hurt. The lights 
were on, but his stepdaughters were seemingly not around, though somebody 
else was, and she brightened up the room better than all the lamps on 
combined. 

Delores was lying on her stomach on the couch, her feet up in the air and 
her chin cupped in her hands. She was humming to herself, and on the coffee 
table was a nearly full bottle of scotch whiskey and two glasses. One of the 
glasses had a jigger of scotch in it and a lipstick imprint on its rim; the 
other glass was empty and seemed to be waiting. Waiting for him the way she 
was.... 

The brunette girl heard Dobson enter and rolled over on her side to smile up 
at him. 

"Hello there, Harry. I've been expecting you." 

Dobson just stood there, blinking with surprise. First Slapsy Jim had popped 
up out of nowhere, and now his girlfriend was lounging in his house as if 
she owned it! 

Christ, what was going on? "How did you get in?" he blurted. 

"The door," she said, waving at it. "It was unlocked. Come on over and share 
my bottle for a little drinky-poo with me, huh?" 

Dobson watched, his jaw unhinged, as she sensually sat up and tilted forward 
to pour a healthy dollop of scotch into the empty glass. She held it out to 
him invitingly, adding, "You look like you could use one, you know that? 
What happened to your face?" 

"I ran into your Old Man, Delores. Did he send you over here?" 

"Slapsy? Don't be silly. I'm here because he isn't ... and he doesn't know 
where I am." She patted the couch cushion next to her with her other hand. 
"Sit down, Harry. 

I won't bite youmuch!" 

Dobson stumbled forward a step and took the glass, still dazed and confused 
by this strange twist of fate. He tilted the glass and let the drink pour 
down his throat until he could feel the alcohol burn his stomach. Delores 
was right about one thing at least: the drink helped. He moved another step 
and sat down on the couch, not quite as close to Delores as she evidently 
wanted, but not exactly clinging to the arm-rest either. He stared at her, 
blinking, holding his glass steady while she poured another, still larger 
amount of scotch into it. 

"You've been fighting, Harry," she said, her eyes abnormally round. "I just 
adore men who fight. Were you fighting Slapsy over me?" 

"No," he answered thickly, sipping the scotch. "Listen, are you sure he-" 

"Oh, stop being so suspicious, Harry!" Delores protested, pouting prettily. 
"Slapsy did not send me here, if that's what you're thinking." And in her 
own mind, Delores was telling herself that she was speaking the truth. 
Slapsy had not sent her here to Harry's house, and he'd probably have 
kittens if he knew! 

"But ... But where are the kids?" 

"You mean your stepdaughters?" Again Delores waved her hand as if the matter 
was self-explanatory. "Oh, they're out with two boys on a date. I saw them 
downtown," she said airily, not adding that she was the one who'd arranged 
for two young men to suddenly run across Sherry and Kathie and talk them 
into going out that night. 

Delores thought her whole plan was much smarter than Slapsy's idea to 
"accidentally" meet Harry somewhere else and take him to her apartment. 
After all, Harry would more than likely go home after work, wouldn't he? 
Especially since he didn't have any money. And if he didn't, he could have 
been in any number of bars, and she wasn't about to traipse all over the 
town searching for him in every dive and bistro. 

No, it made much more sense to waylay him before he changed and went outif 
he was going to at alland that meant getting the girls out of the house for 
a few hours. 

Considering the number of boys around her own age whom she knew, Delores had 
no trouble finding a couple of handsome studs to do it as a favor, even 
though they'd complained when she insisted they couldn't try loving up the 
twins. It would be a fine pickle if Slapsy discovered his two "virgins" had 
been soundly fucked the night before! 

"But ... But I didn't give them permission to go out tonight!" Dobson 
complained, more bewildered now than ever. 

Delores' smile was full and captivating. "Girls are growing up much faster 
these days, Harry. Times have changed, and it's nothing for girls their age 
to be out on their own. I mean, look at me!" she giggled. "I'm only a little 
bit older than they are, and I can take care of myself very well." 

You can say that again! Harry thought, looking at her and taking a large 
swallow of scotch. Well, if Kathie and Sherry were out fooling aroundand he 
doubted that Delores would make an appearance here unless she knew for sure 
that they werehe guessed it just went to show that Slapsy Jim had a point. 
The twins were fair game despite their tender years. Jesus, girls hadn't 
been that freewheeling when he'd been a kiddamnit! 

"They won't be home for hours," Delores said. "So relax, Harry, relax and 
entertain me. I don't get much chance to be out by myself, you know. Slapsy 
watches me like a hawk." 

She sidled closer to him, bending one curvaceous leg up to prop beneath her 
buttocks on the couch. As usual, she was wearing short-shorts, and the way 
she was perched now, the material of her shorts tightened into the sharply 
defined slit between her thighs, making the folds of her inviting little 
cunt stand out in bas-relief. 

She leaned forward again to refill both glasses, and Harry noted that today 
the girl was wearing a blouse which was knotted beneath her magnificent 
breasts, leaving her midriff bare, and that the top two buttons were open so 
that he could see the firm tanned mounds of her breasts, with just the hint 
of the onyx hardness of her vibrant nipples. 

Harry gripped his glass tighter, feeling unnerved by the display of her 
charms, her too-young charms, but he was unable to take his eyes off the 
provocative swell of her breasts and pussy any more than he had been able to 
yesterday down at Slapsy Jim's horse parlor. His cock spasmed one time, and 
thenincredibly-again, and quickly he took a long, deep pull at the scotch, 
letting the liquor cool his growing interest. 

Jesus, he was in enough hot water with Slapsy as it was! He couldn't go 
screwing around with Delores on top of everything else! That could be 
tantamount to suicide! 

Ah ... but what a way to go! Harry tried to stifle his rising excitement, 
but in spite of his best efforts, he had to admit that the dark-haired girl 
was more than he could ignore. She exuded pure animal lust like some kind of 
musky perfume that encompassed her as she walked and talked and smiled. He 
was filled increasingly with the fearful desire to suddenly reach out and 
grab her, throw her down on the couch and tear her clothes off and fuck her 
caveman style. To hell with Slapsy Jim! 

To hell with himand it might just pay the bastard back a little for having 
had him beaten up! 

Harry felt his rapidly growing cock jerking more, strongly than ever now as 
he contemplated the erotic notions. He tried to will his penis limp, but it 
insistently grew rigid and bloated with sex-heated blood as his lewd ideas 
swirled through his mind. 

No ... No ... you don't dare hang the horns on a man like Slapsy Jim ... 
He'd kill you just as soon as look at you if he ever found out, and he 
probably would find out, even if Delores swore she wouldn't tell him. Think 
of something else ... anything else except how fine Delores' rich ruby twat 
would feel sliding wetly along my prick . . 

. But Harry had taken too much scotch too soon after the emotional and 
physical impact of his fight, and it seemed the more he wanted to deny his 
desires, the more they throbbed insistently in his loins. 

Shaken to the core now, the older man drained his glass and reached for the 
bottle, his faltering hand almost upsetting it. "H-Here, Delores, let me 
freshen your drink," he said, pouring. But the neck of the bottle rattled 
slightly against the lip of her glass as he noticed that her eyes weren't on 
her drink, but at the noticeable bulge in his pants! And the girl was 
smiling with wet, half-parted lips and fervid eyes, as if she were excited 
by his agonizing hard-on! "S-say when, Delores," he stammered. 

"That's fine, Harry," she purred, and then huskily, throatily, she added: 
"My, you must be having some terrible thoughts to have that happen." 

"W-what? What do you mean?" 

"You can't fool me, Harry," she whispered. "You've got a hard-on, don't you? 
Your pecker is about ready to burst, isn't it?" 

Harry's breath quickened at her licentious remarks. 

"You've got a nice big hard-on because you want to fuck me, don't you?" she 
continued. "That's right, isn't it? You want to fuck me ... You've wanted to 
fuck me for a long time, haven't you?" She touched his knee as she had the 
day before, and her fingers seemed to sear through the cloth of his pants. 
"Well, Harry?" And then she slid her hand higher, until she was actually 
touching the throbbing bulge between his legs! 

Harry almost dropped his drink from the convulsive reaction to her touch. 
"L-look, Delores, you don't know what you're starting! Jesus! You're 
Slapsy's girl, not mine ... " 

"I know," the girl breathed, still stroking his sensitive penis, encased 
though it was. 

"And I'm tired of him, Harry. I think he's getting tired of me, too, all the 
time talking about those stepdaughters of yours and how much he wants them 
instead. So I figure what's sauce for the gander is sauce for his goose; I 
have the same drives, the same interest in having a good time, so why 
shouldn't I enjoy Step-Daddy if he's going to enjoy the girls? And don't you 
want to fuck me, Harry? Don't you?" 

My God, this broad is going to drive me wild! Slapsy Jim must be out of his 
mind to give her up for Kathie and Sherry! "But-but the twins will never 
agree to having Slapsy Jim around, Delores!" Harry gasped. It was the last 
of his defenses, and he knew it, and he also knew it was a fight he 
desperately wanted to lose! Chreeeist, who wouldn't want to fuck this 
beautiful little bitch? Yet how could he argue that Slapsy Jim shouldn't try 
for his stepdaughters if he, Harry, took Delores? Oh God, it was enough to 
make his head spin! He had to stop this! 

"My kids won't let him fool around with them!" he panted, but his words 
sounded hollow and meaningless even to his own ears. Her erotic closeness 
and the sudden alcohol on top of his beating was arousing him to a place 
where he couldn't say no. 

The carnal vision of Kathie and Sherry crying out tormentedly under the long 
thick penis of Slapsy Jim, their anguished pleas for mercy that would go 
unheard while the gangster robbed each tight little body of its precious 
innocencethis mental picture still tormented him. But Christ, he wanted 
Delores, and if offering his stepdaughters on the chance they'd get laid 
would be payment to bang this voluptuous chick beside him, the price was 
almost worth it! 

And then he stiffened, his mind screaming that Delores was offering herself 
to him without a price tag! Yeah ... she was only trying to get back at 
Slapsy Jim, probably jealous of the kids because her man was mooning over 
them instead of her. But no . 

. not ... there had to be more to this! He glanced suspiciously at Delores 
as she crooned beside him, wondering what was really going on in back of her 
pretty little head. It could be a trap ... but how? Why? Shit, and even if 
it weren't, Slapsy Jim would crucify him if he screwed around with Delores! 
No, damnit, no, I can't do it ...! 

He jumped from the couch, standing with his back to the dark-haired girl, 
staring at the front Window and wondering vaguely if Slapsy Jim and his boys 
were lurking out there somewhere, ready to come pouncing through the door to 
catch him in the act. 

His heart was hammering in his chest and he was all too aware that his 
eagerly pounding cock was still concrete-hard in his pants, still seeping 
hot droplets of lubrication. But he had to compose himself, find away to get 
Delores to leave before something happened.... 

Her sultry voice whispered behind him. "Oh, Harryyy...." He turned, 
gathering his courage to say what had to be said, but when he saw her the 
words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open and his eyes bulged. 

She stood in front of the couch, completely naked. 

She had untied her blouse, unbuttoning the few remaining buttons and letting 
it drift to the carpet. Then she had quickly unzipped her brief shorts and 
shrugged them off in one fast movement, and since she was wearing neither 
brassiere nor panties, there were only her sandals to remove before she 
could call to him. She stood now with her legs spread lewdly apart, her head 
and shoulders pulled back, and her hands knuckled provocatively on her 
proud, bronzed hips. She was smiling at his shocked expression, her teeth 
bared and the pink, wet tip of her tongue showing. 

The moist, petal-like lips of her nakedly displayed vagina were presented in 
all their pink-tinged glory and the soft light of the living room splashed 
across the perfectly round, firmly molded breasts which jutted from her 
young body like succulent ripe fruit ready to be eaten. 

"Well, Harry? You still don't want me...?" 

He couldn't speak, only stare at her wanton poseand his cock was pulsating 
maddeningly in his trousers. He was transfixed, captured totally by the 
fascinating allure of this purely sex-oriented girl before him, and the 
lustful eagerness with which she was presenting her naked voluptuousness to 
him. 

Delores slid her fingers slowly, teasingly, down over her flaring hips, her 
hand grazing her soft resilient pubic hair and the wetly glistening slit up 
between her thighs. She began to stroke the coral-hued wet flesh of her 
vaginal crevice, baring her hardened little clitoris and delectable pussy 
for his benefit as rivulets of her sexually aroused lubrications dampen her 
quivering inner thighs. 

"I want you to fuck me, Harry," she crooned in cadence to her rubbing 
fingers. "I want you to shove that big wonderful cock I know you have up in 
my twat until I scream ... I want to milk your balls of all that delicious 
cum and feel you spurting it deep up inside my belly, and I want to...." On 
and on she intoned and her words of perverted obscenities made Harry more 
frenzied than ever. Her fingers fucking in and out of her own wetly gaping 
cunt excited him to a peak he'd never experienced before in his life! 

She trembled and her eyes clenched shut, and hot breath hissed through her 
tightly pursed lips. "Ohhhhhhh, how can you stand there and not want me, 
Harry! What more do I have to do? Please ... Please tell me you want to fuck 
me ... Please...." Her last appeal, couched a phony little girl's voice, 
drove Dobson frantic. Somehow this little bitch and her crooned obscenities, 
was far more erotic to him than any woman he had met in years. He did not 
realize that he was the victim of a finelytuned act on her part, learned 
over the years in the Juarez cat-house to cloud men's mind so that they 
could not see her for what she wasa whore. She played on his emotions as if 
they were harp-strings, and finally Harry could no longer contain himself. 
He couldn't have cared less now if Slapsy Jim were standing out on the porch 
with a submachine-gun crew; he was willing to take any chance if it meant 
sliding his painfully excited cock into Delores's hot little cunt. He wasn't 
even thinking of Slapsy Jim at all anymore as he groaned, "Oh God! Yes ... 
Yes! I want to fuck you." 

"How!" she cried back at him. "Tell me how, Harry!" 

"Deep! Deep and hard like you've never been fucked before!" 

"Oh, Harry!" she sighed. "Let's go to your bedroom and get your clothes off 
before I die!" 

Dobson grabbed her other hand and mutely, almost blindly, led her up the 
stairs and down the hall to his room, his mind and body afire with consuming 
passion. He took her to the large double bed, where she immediately lay down 
with her fine, slender legs wide apart. "Get naked, Harry," she whispered 
encouragingly up at him. "I want to see that big pecker of yours. I want to 
see how well hung you are. Show me what you're going to fuck me hard and 
deep with, Harry, show me!" 

With mindless, numbed fingers, Dobson undid his belt, took off his trousers, 
his shirt, and tore off his undershorts. He stood there before her, as if 
waiting for queenly approval, his thick, blood-raging shaft of manhood 
standing out from his hirsute loins. 

Ah, and just yesterday he was beating off while dreaming this was happening! 
Christ, he still couldn't quite believe it truly was now, right now, 
happening to him! 

He lay down on the bed beside her, dragging her sensuously squirming body 
over him with his arms, and moved one hand down to cup one smooth, rounded 
asscheek. Her naked young body was warm and eager against him, and as she 
raised her face to his and they kissed, their lips locked tightly together. 
Almost immediately, her hand searched down between their bellies to close 
around his rigidly swollen penis, making Harry gasp with delight. Delores 
crushed the entire length of her soft, satin-textured flesh against him, and 
her sensuous lips were yielding and yet at the same time demanding as she 
ground her hair-lined pussy into him until spasmodic chills were racing up 
and down his spine. 

The nineteen year old girl's hand guided Harry's huge throbbing cock between 
the lips of her desire-moistened vagina while he undulated his loins against 
her thighs in lustful urgency. She moved his hotly pulsating hardness along 
the pink valley of her cunt, parting her sparse pussy-hair with his 
blunt-tipped head, squeezing his sensitive shaft until it ached 
excruciatingly. 

He couldn't hold back any longer! He'd been teased to the limit of his 
admittedly weak endurance. Now he flicked his hips forward and with one 
cruel thrust drove his long thick penis into her wetly gaping pussy. They 
both groaned in lewd pleasure as his rock-hard shaft of male flesh raced up 
into her cunt, sinking into the full depth of her quivering belly. Her 
twitching vaginal walls were warm and tight around his rigid member as he 
fucked in and out of her wetly clasping pussy with powerful surges. 

He could feel his testicles bouncing off the rounded cheeks of her buttocks 
with each body-jolting thrust he made into her steaming little cunt. 

"Oh, Harrryyyyyyy...! Oh, you feel better than I thought!" Delores moaned, 
then smashed her lips against him and ground her tautly rippling belly up 
against his abdomen. Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small red 
welts in their path, and he in turn pushed his hands back and cupped her 
softly resilient ass-cheeks in his palms and pulled her open vaginal slit 
still wider for his pistoning cock. He moved harder and faster, insinuating 
his throbbing manhood up inside her tautly filled cunt to its total length, 
sensing her increasing passion and voluntary response with each passing 
second. Her hips and thighs rotated desperately against his naked loins 
while she raised her long lithe legs and locked them tightly around his 
body, her calves pulling him inside her still more. 

Harry Dobson was a wild, untamed beast, experiencing physical sex in its 
most basic form with this completely immoral and salacious young girl. His 
body strove to superhuman efforts as he worked to bring the both of them to 
magical crests of orgasm, grinding his pelvis into the squirming mass of 
moistly heated flesh as Delores strained back, arching herself inches off 
the squeaking bed in an effort to get more and more of his penis deeper and 
deeper up inside her cunt. The naked brunette moaned incoherently beneath 
his pounding cock, chanting the obscene song of intercourse as old as time 
itself as her legs opened and closed convulsively around his pumping thighs, 
her mouth gaping open, her long dark hair flailing from side to side. Nobody 
ever accused Delores of not enjoying her work! 

"Oh God yes! Yes! Make me scream, Harry! Shove your finger in my ass! Do it! 
Do it! 

I love it in the ass! Make me scream!" 

Harry reached between her rhythmically pumping ass-cheeks as he pistoned his 
cock into the wet heat of her smoothly clasping vagina. He stretched the 
crevice of her buttocks wider, searching for the tiny rosebud ring of her 
anus with his middle finger. He found itand a small trickle of warm moisture 
running from the clinging warm sheath of her fleshy vagina lubricated the 
sphincter muscle, making his probing easier. He pushed against the naked 
young girl's tightly puckering anus, feeling it resist elastically for a 
moment before the nether ring popped open and his finger sank in deep up to 
its first joint. Delores jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across 
the bed from the sudden impalement. 

"Ahhhhhh! It hurts! Yes! More, more! Ohhhhh, it feels so fucking good!" She 
screwed her wildly churning buttocks back on his finger in spite of the 
painor perhaps because of ituntil his palm was flat against her fleshy 
ass-cheeks. He rotated his outstretched finger inside the hot buttery depths 
of her rectum, and could feel through the thin membrane separating her two 
back passages, the underside of his pumping cock as he fucked in and out of 
her tightly clasping pussy. She opened her legs still wider to give him 
greater access to her ravished vagina and anus, mewling and begging for more 
all the while. 

Harry could feel his lust-swollen penis expand inside her belly until he was 
sure his insanely throbbing organ was going to explode from the exquisite 
pleasure. He began fucking her with even longer, harder strokings, his 
finger skewering her rectum to excite her still more fervently, and he could 
tell that she was near her orgasm as she gripped him tightly and gurgled 
deep in her throat from her abandoned spiraling to climax. 

Jesus, how she goes! he thought crazily to himself. She's like racing a 
Porsche when most women are Rambler station-wagons! Delores had to be the 
most incredible piece of ass he'd ever dipped his cock into, and he swore to 
himself as he felt his balls billowing with sperm, that this would not be 
the last time he fucked her! Oh Christ, he didn't care about his twin 
stepdaughters; he didn't care about Slapsy Jim's threats; he didn't care a 
hot damnation about anything except the lithely beautiful girl humping for 
her orgasm under him! His roiling cum was surging in his scrotum, begging 
for release, and he had to have her again after this no matter what the 
cost...! Yes! Yes! He had to ...! 

"I ... I'm there, Harry! Oh fuck, I'm cumminnnggggg!" Delores coughed 
suddenly, and mumbled incoherently until the sounds bubbling from her mouth 
were a mass of unintelligible syllables whose meaning was only known to 
herself. A low banshee wail pierced through the sounds of the squeaking 
springs and the two panting bodies slapping sweatily together, the young 
girl's nostrils flaring intently. Then she pulled back her thighs until the 
whole of her pink, cock-stretched little cunt was presented to Harry to 
batter and crush as he willed, while her stomach and breasts jerked and 
heaved against his belly and chest. 

Harry felt the warm, gushing slickness of her climax seethe and flow around 
his thundering cock as he battered brutally down against her. She locked 
herself up on his pole-like penis with all the power of her hips and thighs, 
her loins spasming convulsively against his belly. And then the great, 
swirling heat which had been building in his sperm-laden testicles became 
unbearable, and he groaned again and again, the hot thick splurge of semen 
beginning its frantic rush up along the tube on the underside of his cock. 
He began to spew stream after stream into her sucking young cunt in 
seemingly unending bursts, emptying his jism deep, deep up into the warm 
inner depths of her frantically milking cunt. He moaned his last final spurt 
an eternity later, and then his thickened cock began to deflate. Slowly he 
withdrew it from her wetly clasping pussy and his finger from her stretched 
rectal opening. Both finger and penis came out with soft popping sounds, his 
cock trailing thin gossamerlike threads of semen along her rippling belly as 
he rolled over beside her, his breath wheezing like a locomotive about to 
run out of steam. 

A long moment passed, and then Delores said quietly: "That was lovely, 
Harry. It really was. Even Slapsy doesn't fuck me that good." 

Harry didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He 
had satisfied a truly sensual bitch after having lusted for her since the 
moment he first laid eyes on her voluptuous nineteen year old body. He felt 
a certain power, a certain complacency, a much-needed bolstering for his 
masculine ego. He felt the young girl stirring again, and then she was 
kneeling beside him, smiling down with wicked promise of more times to come. 

She said softly: "I'm going to teach you things you never knew existed, 
Harry. I can and you know I can; don't let the fact I'm only nineteen fool 
you into thinking I can't. But ... do you really want me to?" 

Dobson ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry as a tremor 
coursed through his loins. Jesus, he wasn't fooled by her age. It was 
obvious she hadn't been a virgin since the doctor slapped her at birth, and 
he bet she had been training for sex ever since, morning, noon, and 
especially night. "Yeah...." he croaked eagerly. 

"Teach me, kid! Teach me now!" 

"Oh, I can't teach you now, Harry!" Delores giggled hopping off the bed. She 
stood with her hands on her hips, head tilted saucily to one side, her eyes 
twinkling merrily. 

"Your stepdaughters could come home any minute-" 

"They won't! They won't!" 

"and besides, I have to get back to Slapsy before he starts missing me. 
We'll have to put it off until another time. I'm awfully sorry, Harry, but 
you've got to understand." 

"Ohhh," Dobson groaned, the sound coming out like the death rattle of a very 
old man. "But when, Delores? When can I see you again? Jesus, it's got to be 
soon!" 

Delores put on an expression of concentration, which wasn't very deep at the 
best of times, and placed a finger against her chin. "Well, let me see. I 
think it makes a difference where as well as when, Harry. I mean, it isn't 
too safe here in this house because Kathie and Sherry are usually around." 

"But sometimes they go on dates!" Dobson said. 'Then I'm home all alone!" 

"Yes, but when, Harry? It was just an accident we were able to be together 
today, and I can't just come over any old time on short notice. In fact, 
it's hard for me to get out at all without Slapsy along, and I don't suppose 
you want that." 

Harry groaned again and threw his arm over his eyes, shivering violently as 
he considered the tortures Slapsy Jim would subject him to, totally unaware 
of the true situation between Delores and her keeper. The shrewd young 
brunette was counting on his ignorance, so he wouldn't know about how easily 
she could come and go and sleep with whomever she desired-or Slapsy wanted. 
She gazed down at the naked, muscular man she'd just been fucked by, and a 
little tingle of anticipation quivered up between her legs. Harry had been 
good, she hadn't been lying about that ... and she did want him again. Too 
bad Harry wasn't rich and smart, so he instead of Slapsy could keep her in 
the style to which she'd become accustomed! 

"NO, I'd say our best bet is to come to my apartment when Slapsy is sure not 
to be there," Delores went on. "The problem, of course, is to make sure he 
won't be there." 

"He's got business at night, doesn't he?" 

"Sometimes ... but you never can tell about how long that will last. I 
couldn't take a chance on his business nights." 

"Well ... what about other times?" 

"You mean other girls?" Delores laughed delightedly. "With me to keep him 
happy, he doesn't have the poop to bother about other girls. Except maybe 
your stepdaughters, that is. He sure is interested in them, Harry, and if he 
were here...." Delores paused, allowing the nugget of new temptation, Jo 
slowly filter through Harry's anguished mind. As it indeed did ... If Slapsy 
Jim were here with Kathie and Sherry ... The concept burned through Harry 
Dobson's trembling brain, the sequence of possibilities snapping into place 
one after another. If he, Harry, set it up the way Slapsy Jim wanted, then 
Slapsy Jim would be here all evening trying to lay the girls ... And if 
Slapsy Jim were here, part of the deal was that Harry wouldn't be ... And if 
Harry couldn't be here, he had to be someplace else ... And what better 
place to be than between the widespread thighs of this hot little bitch, up 
at her place...? Dobson suddenly sat up, his eyes wide. Could he? Could he 
really go through with it? Kathie and Sherry ... His stepdaughters' names 
echoed again and again in his mind, and a small part of him tried to make 
the guilt and shame come; but the viriley aroused man fought the emotions 
away with ease. He stared longingly at Delores, feeling the warm heat of her 
naked young body, and smelling the musk of her passion and the permeating 
odor of their consummated love-making. Could he make the trade just to have 
another crack at her supremely fuckable body? And get out of debt at the 
same time? He shuddered. Once the decision was made, everything else fell 
into place! 

"Listen," he babbled, crawling toward her across the bed. "I've got an idea. 
Slapsy wants my stepdaughters, and that's why we had the ah, 
misunderstanding this afternoon. He propositioned me about them. So let's 
let him try, Delores." 

The girl feigned a look of incomprehension. "I don't see ... " 

"Sure! It's simple! Slapsy Jim is phoning me tomorrow to see if I'll let 
him. So I'll tell him I changed my mind and will help set things up tomorrow 
night, and I will! When things get going and he wants to be left on his own, 
I'll leave and come over to your apartment!" 

Delores openly giggled now. "Oh, I like that! He thinks he'll be putting one 
over on mebut I'll be getting back at him all the same! Tit for tat! Yes, 
let's do it!" 

"Tomorrow," Harry said huskily, almost dreaming of it now. "Tomorrow night 
you can teach me everything!" 

"I'm going to kiss your lovely cock until it grows hard in my mouth, Harry," 
she promised earnestly. "Then I'll suck you off for awhile. Would you like 
that, Harry?" 

"Yes ... oh yes!" 

"After that, we'll take a towel and go out on the roof patio where nobody 
can see us. 

We'll sixty-nine under the open sky. Won't that be fun?" 

"Stop! Christ, I can't take anymore!" Harry pleaded-passionately. "I'm 
getting a hardon again. Come here, Delores, just for a quicky!" 

"Silly!" Delores giggled. "You know we can't risk it. I have to get dressed 
now! Where did I leave my clothes? Oh, I remember, downstairs." She pranced 
in lithe nakedness over to the door, and then turned to say goodbye. "You 
don't have to see me out, Harry, I can find the way. It sure was a pleasant 
way to spend the afternoon, and I'm really looking forward to tomorrow 
night. That is, if you set Slapsy up with your stepdaughters." 

"I will! Oh, I promise I will!" Harry groaned fighting, an almost 
irresistible urge to leap out of bed and tackle her. "I will if I have to 
tie those brats spread-eagled and naked to the bedposts for him! I'll be at 
your apartment just as soon as lean!" 

"I'll be waiting with bells on, Harry!" The naked young girl said lightly, 
and then with a wave of her hand and a wiggle of her luscious buttocks, she 
was gone. 

Harry slumped feverishly down on the bed, hearing her bare feet tripping 
down the steps while she hummed to herself again. Oh God, oh God, if he 
didn't have the hots for that broad worse than ever! Fucking her once was 
like eating a single potato chipit couldn't be left just there! Damn, lying 
here with another erection even more huge and pulsing than the last one was 
driving him mad! It was enough to make a grown man cry with frustration ...! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Slapsy Jim Rule, for all his aching desire to delve into the tight little 
cunts of Kathie and Sherry Dobson, knew that to suddenly hit the twins with 
his lewd proposals would sour an otherwise wonderful setup. He had learned 
the secret of timing, of how to mix sugar and vinegar so as to get what he 
wantedas witnessed by Harry's abrupt reversal and his agreement to help him 
tonight. He'd learned well the lessons of how to trick an unwilling little 
bed-partner not only into bed, but into becoming a seething, hungrily 
demanding partner as well. And tonight he was going to have his finest hour! 
He was going to attempt to conquer not one, but two lovely nymph virgins, 
both at the same time! 

But the gangster was having a difficult time controlling his turgid cock 
from leaping into full erection just at the sight of the fifteen year old 
twins, for they were as delicate as heather mist to him, the way they 
half-lidded their eyes and sensuously cast them downwards when he talked to 
them. They were dressed alike this evening, the only way he could tell the 
difference between them being that Kathie had her golden hair down and 
Sherry had hers tied with a ribbon in a ponytail. But the attire combined 
wasn't sufficient to clothe a modest teenager of his generation, their taut 
young breasts barely concealed in open-throated mini-dresses and see-through 
brassieres. 

The dresses were fashioned to look like men's shirts without sleeves, their 
long "tails" barely covering their tight round buttocks as they sat on 
either side of him on the long living room couch. When they weren't careful, 
Slapsy Jim could catch glimpses of their panty-covered pubic mounds, the 
thin white nylon tucking provocatively into the crevices of their vaginal 
slits and leaving most of their thighs and hips completely naked. 

Just looking at them, the conscienceless gangster longed to tear his own 
clothes off and thrust his hard, throbbing penis into their narrow, teasing 
pussies, one after another, all night long. But he knew this was not the 
moment, even if their stepfather Harry weren't still in the room with them, 
sitting in an armchair all pale and nervous as if expecting a baby. No, 
before the physical conquest of their tender nubile flesh, there had to come 
a stage of mental submission, a lessening of the barriers they automatically 
erected toward adults. But when that spirit of softness was reached.... 

Ahhhhhh! 

"I'm so glad you asked me to stay," Slapsy Jim purred over the coffee table 
at Harry Dobson. "Y'know, a guy like me doesn't get too much of a chance to 
have a homecooked meal and then sit around in a nice family atmosphere." 

"Glad to have you," Harry responded hollowly. "Yes, as I told the girls 
earlier, we don't get much chance to entertain, and I wanted them to really 
show what fine young ladies they are for you." 

"We know what good friends you and Daddy are," Sherry said politely. 

"Well, I hope we'll become just as good friends, my dear," Slapsy Jim said 
warmly, "I'd like that." 

"But we don't play the horses," Kathie giggled. 

"Oh-ho! Did you hear that, Harry?" Slapsy Jim chuckled good-naturedly. "They 
must think terrible things of me now!" 

"No, no! I'm sure they don't," Harry answered quickly. But secretly, in his 
heart, he prayed that they did think terrible things of Slapsy Jim and 
wouldn't trust him as far as he could throw him. The whole evening was 
getting out of hand, he thought, and he wasn't sure he could bring himself 
to go when Slapsy Jim finally gave him the high-sign to leave them alone. A 
despairing urge to stay and watch his stepdaughters' helpless defilements 
gripped him with revulsion ... but then the image of the sensuously naked 
Delores waiting for him flashed through his mind. He picked up his drink and 
gulped its contents quickly down, trying to dismiss the ambivalent chills 
that raced through his tormented brain, and he reached for another cigarette 
even before the last one was stubbed out in the over-full ashtray on the 
table beside him. 

But the torturing horns of his dilemma continued to pester his mind. All he 
had to do was look at the smugly grinning gambler between his two 
stepdaughters, and he'd conjure up the image of Slapsy Jim naked, this thick 
long cock and heavy testicles swaying as he violated the quivering unclothed 
bodies of Kathie and Sherry ... and then his mind would distort in his 
mental eye the vision of Delores, taut-breasted and desire-hot, her dark 
pubic hair a fleecy moist blanket around her pink fleshy cunt and 
soft-skinned inner thighs. 

God, I must be sick ... I can't allow this to happen ... I must stop Slapsy 
Jim and myself ... I mustbut how? Nothing actually wrong or perverted had 
taken place yet, and in fact, the evening had been going along very smoothly 
and pleasantly. That's what made it seem to Harry that it had already gone 
too far ... the fact that everything had been going along like well-oiled 
clockwork, just as Slapsy Jim had boastfully prophesied it would. What could 
he do? Throw Slapsy Jim out? That wouldn't solve anything but only delay 
matters and probably make them worse. To go to the cops would mean he would 
have to admit his own wretched part in the affair, and then everybody would 
know what kind of corrupting stepfather he'd allowed himself to become. 
Everybodyincluding the twins. Kathie and Sherry would be repulsed, brand him 
as a pervert and rightly so; he would be like so much shit to their eyes. 

And they could even leave him if they weren't taken away by the authorities 
first. 

No, Harry was trapped and he knew it. Once he'd agreed to allow Slapsy Jim 
his try, he'd gone too far. He'd started the wheels in motion, and now there 
wasn't a thing he could do other than go along for the ride with everybody 
else and hope they all didn't crash in some terrible disaster. He really 
couldn't be blamed for it, not with the dual pressures of his debts and 
Delores, and Slapsy Jim certainly was handling everything with a sureness 
and deftness that all but guaranteed his own safety. The gangster had 
planned his strategy with a care for the details, almost as if it were a 
major war campaign. 

The supper, for instance, had been a stroke of genius. Harry would have 
never thought about the differences a menu could make, but Slapsy Jim had, 
and had told Harry what to "suggest" to the girls to prepare. It was Mexican 
food, easily cooked and fun for them to do, so that part was greeted with 
enthusiasm. And all the salt and spices and hot peppers that went with the 
recipes caused one hell of a thirst. So Slapsy Jim, who just happened to 
have brought along an assortment of expensive hard liquor, had mixed up a 
nice batch of Mexican sangria spiked with vodka to drink along with the 
food. 

Leave it to inexperienced teenagers like Kathie and Sherry to guzzle the 
sangria as it if were an inoffensive sweet wine. The chilled red liquor went 
down so smoothly ... and they never caught the other tastes the base of red 
wine hidthe Cointreau, the regular and apricot brandies, the vodka, a little 
bit of lemon-lime fizz to get it into their bloodstreams faster.... 

... And then the dishes and pots were stacked in the kitchen sink, and 
everybody had lazily grouped in the living room digesting the meal. The 
sangria pitcher had long since been depleted, and again Slapsy Jim had taken 
affairs in hand and announced he'd concoct his own special after-dinner 
drink. He'd once been a bartender, he told them, and knew all about the 
specialties to perk up an evening. Kathie and Sherry were both thrilled by 
having sophisticated mixed drinks and cocktails in the house instead of 
cheap beer and were more than happy to show him where the glasses and a 
clean pitcher was and help break out more ice from the refrigerator. Slapsy 
Jim failed to tell them, however, that his after-dinner drink used 151 proof 
purple rum, a rum of high potency and known for its aphrodisiac qualities. 
He masked its heavy alcohol taste liberally with a tangy, Bacardi-like 
flavoring, so that the final product hit like a mailed fist hidden in a 
velvet glove.... 

... Now one round of his refreshing drinks had been served, and Slapsy Jim 
was pleased to see that Harry had not only finished an extra glass but was 
now reaching for another refill. Good ... the drunker Harry got, the less 
trouble he might cause to disrupt the evening. "Harry," he said as he topped 
everybody's glass from the large iced pitcher he held, "Harry, not only do 
you have two beautiful stepdaughters, but they's very good cooks as well." 

Sherry blushed. "Thank you," she said, lowering her eyes. 

"You sure is a lucky man, Harry," Slapsy Jim continued, favoring the two 
teenagers with a profligate smile, his eyes traveling the full width and 
breadth of their alabaster bodies. "Aren't you?" 

"Y-Yeah," Harry swallowed, still nervous and afraid. 

"You ARE lucky," Kathie said, correcting Slapsy Jim's grammar, emboldened by 
the amount of liquor she'd consumed. 

"Kathie's going to be an English teacher," Sherry explained. 

"I'd say she's one already," Slapsy Jim laughed. "Good for you, Kathie. You 
might help your stepfather and me stop being so ignorant. Here, drink up and 
have some more." 

"Well, I don't know ... " 

"Sure! It's very light. You can tell that because there's hardly any taste 
of alcohol in it, and besides, it's not as if you were out drinking 
someplace. You're in your own home, and I think you two are getting quite 
grown up enough to learn what liquor is all about, right, Harry?" 

"Sure, sure. Anything you say, Slapsy Jim." 

Kathie picked up her glass, proud that somebody as important as Slapsy Jim 
Rule thought she was almost a woman. The drink he'd mixed was tart, and it 
was true she could hardly detect any liquor in it, and it was really very 
tasty. She had been a little hesitant because she didn't care for the taste 
of hard liquor much, and she'd had so much to drink at supper, but she was 
glad she wouldn't have to pretend to like his specialty. 

"Go ahead, Sherry," she urged her twin sister. "Drink along with me. We 
won't have another chance like this." 

"You can say that again," their stepfather commented. "After tonight, it's 
back to beer around here." 

Both girls blinked, realizing that he had discovered their filching of his 
beer, but he didn't seem to be angry about it, so they looked at each other 
and giggled. "It is very delicious," Sherry complimented. "I like it a lot, 
Mr. Rule." 

"Ah, I thought it might appeal to you, my dears," Slapsy Jim said suavely, 
and then added, "But please, call me Slapsy." 

"All right, Mr.I mean, Slapsy," Sherry said. 

"Gee, if you don't mind my asking, where did you get that nickname?" 

"Oh, I don't mind explaining at all, Kathie," the older gangster said. "When 
I was not much older than you two, I was on a date with the richest girl in 
town. She wasn't very pretty, in fact she was downright fat, but at that 
time I was very poor and didn't have much choice. Yes sir, it was our first 
and only date because one thing led to something else, and she ended up 
slapping me in front of the entire school during a dance. Everybody saw it." 

"Oh, I bet you were embarrassed!" Sherry gasped. 

"I was. But I probably deserved it," Slapsy Jim chuckled ruefully. "But the 
thing was, it got me angry. So I slapped her back and knocked her for a 
loop! Well, it caused a big scandal as you can imagine. In those days, a boy 
couldn't slap a girl, especially not a rich one. I was suspended for two 
weeks and got a hiding from my father, but the name sort of stuck ever after 
that. I bet that happens at your school, too." 

"It does," Kathie said, sipping her drink eagerly. "Why, not long ago, 
George Manglesdorf was caught...." The young blonde twin continued to relate 
the gossip of the previous school year, and now that she and Sherry had 
found a common ground on which to converse with Slapsy Jim, a rapport soon 
grew between the three of them. Soon, all sorts of interesting stories and 
opinions were being discussed, from Kathie's bad French to Sherry's desire 
to cruise around the world on a tramp steamer. Both teenage girls glowed 
with the headying influence of the potent liquors, and the prideful thought 
that they were conversing and drinking just as if they were grownups at a 
cocktail party. 

When their stepfather had first told them that Slapsy Jim Rule was coming 
for dinner, and then later when the notorious gambler had actually arrived, 
Kathie and Sherry had been bothered by the man in some inexplicable way. 

In an instinctive fashion they couldn't quite put their finger on, they 
sensed a pervading air of something wrong, as if his presence meant a 
brushing with fate, a skirting of danger. But Slapsy Jim had been the very 
soul of gentlemanly manner, very respectful and yet fun to be with at the 
same time, giving no basis for their apprehensions. 

Now, after a couple of hours of steady drinking, the inexperienced 
adolescent twins mentally shrugged off their hesitations. Slapsy Jim had 
proved to be witty and artful on a dozen different subjects which interested 
them, and even his only slightly naughty jokes hadn't been too risque or 
offensive. So as Kathie and Sherry talked and drank with him, each decided 
to relax and stop being wet blankets and that the sensations in the depths 
of her belly were the result of one too many glasses of sangria or his 
special after-dinner mix. What the hell, Kathie decided; this was better 
than watching television alone with Sherry! 

And the carnal, lust-raging Slapsy Jim Rule caught the almost imperceptible 
relaxing of the young twins' natural defenses and gloated inwardly with a 
satyr's evil satisfaction. He glanced meaningfully over at Harry Dobson, who 
was now slouched morosely in his chair, another cigarette dangling from his 
fingers. He jerked his head slightly when Harry looked up at him, indicating 
that it was time for the stepfather to leave. Get the hell out, he seemed to 
be saying with his nod; Get the hell out so I can fuck these virgin chicks! 

Harry lowered his glass and hesitantly placed it empty on the table. He 
sighed, thinking, I shouldn't ... but this isn't turning out so bad after 
all. The girls have been acting like young ladies all evening, and I don't 
think Slapsy Jim will get very far with them. Christ! I hope not. But 
meantime I'll be scoring for sure with HIS broad, and my cock is itching for 
Delores something fierce! Hell, I hope I don't get caught fucking around 
with her; Slapsy Jim will put my ass in a sling a mile wide ... Goddamn, I 
wish I didn't lose my head over that little piece, but every time I think of 
Delores, I get hornier than a three-peckered billy goat in heat.... 

Harry stood up, shaking his head to try and clear some of the alcoholic 
fuzziness from his brain. He'd had too much to drink, but there wasn't 
anything he could do about that now, any more than there was anything he 
could do about leaving Slapsy Jim with his twin stepdaughters. He reached 
for a cigarette and found his last pack was empty. Well, at least he 
wouldn't have to fish around for an excuse to leave! 

"Damn," he muttered, "I'm out of cigarettes. I'll go down to the corner 
drugstore and pick up a fresh carton. You don't mind if I leave you for a 
few minutes, Slapsy Jim?" 

"No, no not at all," the gangster said expansively. "I'm sure Kathie and 
Sherry will keep me well entertained." 

"Sure, Daddy," Kathie chimed in. "Go right ahead. We'll be okay! Mr.that is, 
Slapsy is very interesting to talk to." 

"Good," Harry said tightly. "I'm glad to hear it." 

He started for the front door and had almost reached the knob when Slapsy 
Jim called out, "Oh, Harry." 

"Yes?" 

"Would you do me a favor?" 

"Sure, what is it?" 

"I hate asking, but McHugh is bringing some papers I need to Jack's Trap. 
I'd sure appreciate it is you'd swing down that way and pick them up. The 
only trouble is, McHugh might not be there yet." 

"It's okay, Slapsy. I'll wait for him if he isn't around." 

"Good. Tell Jack to put any drinks you have on my account." 

"Thanks," Jim said and went out the door. Well, maybe he could get the 
drinks free, but the story about the papers was pure blarney; Slapsy Jim was 
just saying it so that he'd have a reason not to come back for a long time. 
He wasn't planning tobut he wasn't planning to waste time lapping up free 
booze, either. The image of Delores tonguing his cock speeded him up, and he 
ran to the car and backed it out of the driveway, peeling rubber, and he 
tore off down the street in the direction of her penthouse apartment.... 

... With Harry gone, the stage was set for his seduction, just as Slapsy Jim 
had been planning for days now. Yes, he was going to enjoy this evening now 
that the two girls' stepfather had made his excuses and left them all alone. 
A slight twinge of anticipation rippled between the gambler's thighs as he 
pictured young Kathie and Sherry naked before him. 

"Well," he said warmly, turning his attention to the teenage innocents 
sitting on either side of him, "Harry could be gone for quite awhile, if 
McHugh isn't there on time. We might as well spend the time drinking, eh?" 

Kathie tipped her glass to his, and then Sherry did too in a silent salute 
to the evening ahead. They took deep swallows of the rum punch, their eyes 
sparkling with inebriation over the rims of their drinks. The three of them 
continued to talk awhile, the twins becoming louder and more boisterous as 
the different liquors flowed insinuatingly through their blood, making them 
drunker than they fully realized at the moment. When they'd finished their 
drinks and the last of the pitcher had been emptied into their glasses, 
Slapsy Jim sat back and took a leather-covered cigarette case from his 
pocket. 

"This is just a little secret between you and me," he said in a hushed 
conspiratorial voice. "I had cigarettes all along. 

Kathie giggled, stifling a burp. "And you didn't tell our stepfather you had 
them? Meanie! Why not?" 

"Well, they're sort of special cigarettes," Slapsy Jim explained, opening 
the case. It was rich gold inside, with a blue velvet stretch-band holding 
the cigarettes tight. They were thin and brown-papered, without filters, and 
neither Kathie or Sherry had ever seen any like them before. They watched as 
Slapsy Jim took one out and lit it with a matching pocket lighter. 

"What kind are they?" Sherry asked innocently. 

"Mexican, my dear," Slapsy Jim said, exhaling. "The soil down there grows a 
special type of, ah, tobacco." 

Kathie sniffed the cloud of smoke as it dispersed overhead. There was a 
strange odor to it, a sharp and yet sweet fragrance which was unfamiliar and 
made her wrinkle her nose. 

They sure smell funny," she commented. "You sure they're Mexican, Slapsy, 
and not some kind of Indian incense you're burning?" 

"Oh, they're Mexican, all right," Slapsy Jim chuckled. "The very best 
Mexican marijuana money can find." 

"Marijuana!" both girls gasped in shock. 

"I ... I've heard about that stuff," Kathie said. "It makes you do crazy 
things and go on dope." 

"Nonsense!" the gangster scoffed. "Why, I've been smoking grass for years, 
my lovely, even before it was proclaimed illegal by the government, way back 
before World War II. It doesn't make you do anything you wouldn't normally 
do, and it doesn't make you sleepy or dull like alcohol. It just leaves you 
mellow and feeling smooth. But a lot of people don't know this, which is why 
I waited until your stepfather was gone to light up. Would you like to try 
one?" 

He opened the cigarette case again and offered each of the twins a chance to 
take one out. The young girls looked at the hand-rolled cigarettes and then 
at themselves, and without speaking they realized that they had to make a 
decision about this. 

Although they knew of kids at their school who smoked pot, they 
hesitatedbecause this was something dark and of unknown consequences. 

"What's the matter?" Slapsy Jim said smoothly. "You two smoke regular 
cigarettes, don't you?" 

"S-Sure," Sherry admitted. "But we've never tried m-marijuana before." She 
wished now that she hadn't taken so many glasses of sangria and the 
rum-punch, because she was having trouble thinking clearly. The room seemed 
to be suddenly very warm, and pressing down on her forehead and eyes. 

"It's better for you than alcohol," Slapsy Jim pressed on. "Go on ... your 
stepfather won't be home for a long time." He pulled long on his marijuana 
cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs, the acrid, tainted smell was 
thick and cloying to the twins. 

Kathie stared at the brown cigarettes, sensing that awful temptation to 
indulge in something forbidden, even against one's better judgment. Slapsy 
Jim had been treating them like grown-ups tonight, and here he was urging 
them to try marijuana, just as though he were entertaining two adult women. 
She sure didn't want to seem like a little kid now! Her adolescent rebellion 
and all the alcohol she'd drank weakened her normal good sense, until at 
last, she said hesitantly: "Well ... I-I'll take a puff, maybe. If Sherry 
will, too." 

"Sure, sure she will," Slapsy said confidently. "Won't you Sherry?" 

"Well, I ... " 

"And if you don't like it, just stop! But I bet you will like it!" He took 
out two of the fattest cigarettes and handed one each to the twins. Sherry, 
still wavering with indecision, watched as her sister leaned forward with 
the cigarette between her lips, so the older man could light it for her. 
Then Kathie drew hard and the roughly packed "tobacco" glowed brightly. 

"Hey, I'm doing it!" Kathie said to Sherry, her voice triumphant that she'd 
been the first of them to try this new forbidden experience. "Go on, Sherry, 
don't be chicken." 

"I'm waiting," Slapsy Jim said, his lighter still burning. 

Sherry put the marijuana cigarette in her mouth and lit it from the lighter. 
"Tastes lousy," she said. 

"Draw easy for awhile and give it a chance," Slapsy Jim directed. "You won't 
settle for anything less afterwards." 

Kathie coughed. "I don't feel anything." 

"You will," the venal gangster promised. 

Sherry inhaled deeply again and held her breath, letting the smoke swirl in 
her lung until she thought she would burst. She let the smoke out and Slapsy 
Jim laughed. 

"That's it! That's the way to do it if you want to get stoned." 

Kathie reached for her glass and drank heavily. "This stuff makes me 
thirsty." 

"Gee, it isn't so bad!" Sherry said, smiling at Slapsy Jim. "No sirreeee, 
not baaaaddd at alll." She giggled in a high squeak. 

"Glad you like it," he replied expansively. "Drink up and smoke up, girls. I 
can always get you more where these joints came from!" 

Toward the end of the marijuana cigarette, Sherry began to float and knew 
she must be floating because she felt so good like never before. She was 
without a care in the world as she floated up, up to the ceiling, so light 
and nimble-.-Kathie felt as if her hands were far away, about ten miles from 
her arms, and this made her laugh. She had to laugh, and the little grass 
that she'd smoked had nothing to do with whether something was funny or 
notor did it? 

"How's it going?" Slapsy Jim asked them. 

"Like I'm on the moon," Sherry breathed. "I never felt so good. I want 
another." 

"And how about you, Kathie?" Slapsy Jim asked the other twin as he gave 
Sherry her second cigarette. 

It was difficult for Kathie to focus, but she managed to hold her head still 
by pressing against her jaws. She peered gravely at the older man, who 
watched back with an amused expression. "You've got two heads," she said 
slowly. "So does Sherry. Two people with four headsfar out!" She giggled 
again, her voice high and piercing. 

"Wee! Gimme another, too! I could spend the whole vacation on a high like 
this!" 

"What do you normally do on your vacation?" Slapsy Jim asked nonchalantly. 

"Well, there isn't a hell of a lot to do, really," Kathie replied, lighting 
up again. "Fool around, mostly." 

"Sun-bathe a lot?" 

"Sure," she said with a giggle. "Once we even did it without suits! We did 
that Sunday afternoon, right out on the porch! We took off everything and 
drank some of Step-Daddy's precious beer, and had a grand time, didn't we, 
Sherry?" 

Sherry nodded, blushing scarlet. In spite of the marijuana loosening her 
reserves, she thought maybe Kathie was being a little to intimate, and she 
could feel her cheeks burn as she thought of their nakedness ... and what 
had followed later, when their stepfather had returned. God! She hoped 
Kathie wouldn't blurt out about what they did then! 

"And you go out on dates, don't you?" the older man asked, his voice 
becoming tight with expectancy. "Dates at night with boys? They take you to 
movies and things?" 

Sherry nodded, answering quickly to make sure the subject stayed off Sunday 
afternoon's events. "Yeah, mostly to drive-ins." 

"But no steady boyfriends, my dear?" 

"Naw," Kathie said with a toss of her head. "We like playing the field." 

"You mean, you like playing around, I bet," Slapsy Jim chuckled lewdly. "You 
get there and neck up a storm with the boys, kissing them and hugging them 
and letting them feel you!" 

"Oh, Slapsy!" Kathie gasped, and this time even she turned crimson in 
embarrassment. "Don't talk that way!" 

"Talk that way ... about what?" 

"About ... about ... " 

"Sex? What do you know about sex, my little lady?" 

"More than you think," she replied haughtily, and drew on the marijuana to 
hide her abashment. "Yeah, m-more than you think! It ... it's just that it 
isn't polite to talk about it." 

"Why, Kathie, I'm surprised at you," the older man said in mocking tones, 
knowing the marijuana was confusing their immature minds until they didn't 
know whether they were coming or going. "Everybody has sex livesyou, your 
sister, me, even your stepfatherand there's no use trying to hide the fact 
or pretending it's somehow nasty." He chortled again, envisioning the 
obscene thought of the local kids pawing both twins' firm, eager breasts in 
the darkness of parked cars. They were still virgins, though; shit, he could 
almost smell their little hymens stretched across their untouched little 
pussies. Well, if he had his way, they'd sure know a lot more about 
sexstraight from his hard-throbbing cock! 

The seducing gambler stubbed out his marijuana cigarette and put his arms 
around the back of the couch, touching the twin teenagers' shoulders 
lightly, so as not to distress them. "Yes, you're luckier nowadays than when 
I was growing up," he continued in the same soft, soothing voice. "There's 
sexual freedom now, and sex is talked about and shown everywhere you go. 
Look at the advertisements, the books, the movies you go to on your dates." 
He gently stroked their arms now, watching greedily while they sucked in the 
marijuana smoke in stuporous enjoyment, and then he said in still lower and 
more intimate a tone: "But if it bothers you, we won't talk about sex. We 
won't even think about it anymore. We won't thing about how all those boys 
you date are so eager to kiss you ... eager to touch your breasts ... eager 
to hold you tight and feel up between your legs...." Slapsy Jim could sense 
the twin sets of pulsing breasts harden beneath their thin mini-dresses, and 
he knew his words were having the desired effect on both girls' 
inexperienced minds. Kathie and Sherry were thinking about it, just as all 
growing girls thought about sex, especially virgins who'd lay awake nights 
wondering what it was all about and how it felt. 

And his words were creating images in their drugged and liquor-distorted 
heads, causing them unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in their nubile young 
bodies. It's working, he thought gleefully. I'm going to fuck these sweet 
little cherries yet tonight ...! 

"Don't think about how boys press against you, and you can feel them hard 
... hard against your bellies as they rub themselves against you. Don't 
think about what you feel that's so hard, their penises, those hard penises 
that are aching to slip up into you right there where you are...." His lewd 
talking, intoned as it was so mesmerically, was un-nerving the pretty virgin 
girls. This was happening so shortly after Sunday's initiation into the ways 
of sex, and their minds were confused and uncertain, the alcohol and 
marijuana fogging their perceptions and sense of impending danger ... they 
inhaled their cigarettes, the drugging smoke a soothing balm which swept 
away their inhibitions and dulled their natural fears. They could feel 
Slapsy Jim's hands against their shoulders, pulling them toward him in a 
casual way, but somehow his touch felt good to them now, and they cradled in 
the warmth of the older man's arms, listening to his hypnotically droning 
obscenities. The pungent aroma of his masculine body and his gently stroking 
hand on their naked arms were beginning to give soft, feathery tingles of 
excitement in their pubic regions. Kathie tightened her inner thighs, and 
Sherry squirmed her sensuous young buttocks slightly into the cushion to 
choke off the unwanted agitations that were tingling down there.... 

"We won't think about how boys finger your skirts and unbutton your blouses 
and creep their hands up your trembling legs to search for your panties. We 
won't think about how you have to fight yourselves not to give in, not to 
let them undress you and kiss your pretty breasts and thighs...." He 
continued to gently stroke their velvety skin while speaking his soporific 
words. 

He knew that though he was telling them not to think about it, the longer he 
did, the bigger the images would grow in their drugged young minds. God, it 
was going to be so good! The blood in his lust-thickened penis was pounding 
like a jackhammer now, and his cum-filled testicles ached with anticipation 
of the way their tight virginal cunts were going to feel throbbing around 
the hardness of his cock! Nothing like a little grass to get the ass, he 
always said......" And don't think about when you're naked and look at 
yourselves and wonder how a man would feel inside your bellies. Don't think 
about how you watch your nipples harden when you rub them with your fingers, 
or how you lie in bed with your legs spread apart, and let your hand move 
over your sweet little pussies, touching.... touching down between your hair 
to the soft, sensitive lips that are yearning to be loved...." Kathie tried 
to will herself not to, but the twitching in her belly and the hot moistness 
which was seeping around her wetly pulsating vagina-was beginning to 
overpower her. She moaned softly and all the while Slapsy Jim kept 
whispering lewd words, words constantly bolder and more corrupting......" 
Your moist pink pussy, and your fingers rubbing up and down along the tender 
slit while you dream of letting your boyfriends do it for you ... don't 
think about the way you feel, arching, straining to climaxas you dream of 
boys, your fingers deep inside your pussy that desires more ... desires a 
nice hard cock to slip inside it and pump up and down ... up and down until 
you cum ... no, don't you two passionate girls allow your minds to think 
about that...." Sherry was breathing faster and faster, and then casually 
Slapsy Jim brought his hand down and lightly touched one swelling breast, 
rubbing his palm slowly over it. 

She gasped and shuddered, and convulsively stiffened from his blatant touch, 
but he didn't stop and somehow she didn't want him to ... and the words he'd 
spoken about necking and petting on dates, and the frustrations she'd felt 
when she'd not allowed the boys to have their way with her, and the 
remembrances of her fingering both Kathie and herself and how wonderful it 
feltthey all seemed to make his fingers feel even nicer as they massaged her 
tender firm breast. She had to admit as she surrendered to his caress, that 
for an older man, Slapsy Jim certainly felt good to her, so very, very 
goooddd.... 

Slapsy Jim could feel both twins trembling in his arms with their erotic 
thoughts, and he gloated to himself that now was the time to strike! The 
conscience-deadening marijuana and the alcohol in their blood were all 
working magically on their basic natures, breaking down the barriers of 
modesty and baring the wild young females buried underneath. He couldn't 
control his eagerly jerking cock from leaping into full erection at the idea 
of sliding his long hard penis up inside the two tight little pussies 
quavering uncontrollably on the couch. Damn, he couldn't wait another 
minute! The fifteen year old blondes were panting with every word he cooed 
in their ears, and if there was ever going to be a moment to make his play 
for them, it was right now! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

SlapsyJim Race wished that somehow he'd been born with two cocks. That way 
he could fuck both twins simultaneously! How he was forced to make the 
agonizing decision of which young teenager would receive his thickened 
hardness first. If the gangster had been aware of Kathie's slightly wilder 
streak to her nature, he would have chosen her as the better bet to begin 
the festivities; however, he was ignorant of this, and so arbitrarily picked 
the girl on his right, since he was right-handed. The girl sitting on his 
right was Sherry. He leaned closer to the pony-tailed blonde and whispered 
enticingly into her ear: "Yes, Sherry, my dear ... Don't think of how good 
it would be to be fucked ... Don't think how much you want a man's cock 
inside you and know what it feels like to be a real woman ... Don't think 
how much you want me to fuck you ... fuck you here, now ... with your sister 
watching you...." Sherry could sense the slick heated moisture flowing 
faster between her tightly pressed thighs, and she involuntarily ground her 
buttocks down against the couch cushion to quiet the lascivious tingle. She 
squirmed, feeling the brush of Slapsy Jim's fingers lightly on her throbbing 
breast, and without consciously desiring to, she relaxed against it. She 
smoked the last of her second marijuana cigarette, making no protest as he 
softly stroked her tender flesh that was cupped so thinly by her tiny dress 
and sheer-net brassiere. 

His fingers feel good, she thought to herself. And it doesn't hurt anything 
... He wouldn't really try to fuck me here while Sis is watching. He's only 
saying that to frighten me, to make me believe I'm actually thinking such 
awful things like having him fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me.... 

And because she was thinking these lewd and erotically salacious ideas in 
her drugwarped mind, she squirmed her ripe young buttocks uneasily against 
the cushion again, feeling the round edge push her panties up in her crevice 
and between her moistly swelling vaginal lips. She could feel a strange 
heated wetness spreading rapidly between her thighs as he whispered more 
obscenities in her ear, and she spread them slightly to gain greater contact 
with the couch. She roughness of the material brushed against her tiny, 
rising clitoris through the flimsy fabric of her white nylon panties, 
intensifying the stimulation caused by his lewdness, the liquor, and the 
marijuana. 

Slapsy Jim's hand came down to rest on her thinly covered lap now. Sherry 
froze momentarily from the unexpected contact moving so unobtrusively over 
her sensitive flesh, then quickly dropped her hand to restrain him, not 
daring to glance over to see what Kathie was doing. She tried to hold the 
older man back, but he moved by force, kneading the softness of her belly 
and teasing the light sprinkling of pubic hair at the base of her abdomen, 
his fingers gently rotating against her quivering cuntal mound. 

The flood between the highly aroused girl's thighs was wetting the bottom of 
her dress now, and she could feel the warm moisture on the soft cheeks of 
her buttocks. 

As Slapsy Jim's hands worked more firmly, teasing mercilessly at the top of 
her tightly pressed thighs, Sherry could feel her breath coming in short, 
labored gasps, and she twisted down into the couch again, attempting to 
extinguish the fire that was growing with throbbing intensity between her 
slender, trembling legs. 

Slapsy Jim continued to describe in lewd, lust-inciting terms the actions he 
could perform on her if she so desired. His lips dropped to her ear and he 
whispered moist entreaties to herusing words she had not heard outside the 
gym locker room at school, and only then by the rowdiest of the senior class 
girls. Sherry tightly clenched her thighs together to overcome the 
temptation building within her. In her drugand alcohol-dimmed mind, she knew 
that something was happening inside of her that had never happened before. 
She was in danger of losing her head to this handsome but much older adult, 
and surrender to him right in front of her twin sister! She had to stop it! 
She had tobefore she lost all her strength to fight off the implacable 
cravings that were starting to tug at the very core of her being! 

"Slapsy!" she whispered almost hysterically. "Please no!" The young girl 
wrenched away from his hand, tearing it almost painfully from the softness 
of her inner thighs. 

"D-Don't touch me like that! No one ever has before!" 

"Always a first time for everything, my dear," the lecherous gangster 
chuckled. He dropped his hand further down between the tightly clenched 
thighs to the passiondrenched contour of her wetly throbbing pussy. "We can 
all have a little fun tonight, Sherry. You and me and your sister, Kathie. I 
have my other hand on her breast, can you see that, my lovely? I'm squeezing 
her tittie, and she's loving it while she smokes her marijuana. Just like 
you're loving it when I touch you between the legs. 

Raise your dress, Sherry, and let me touch your sweet little pussy better 
... " 

"No, no, I can't let you! Please don't!" she sobbed, conscious of what 
surrender would mean. She moaned and pulled away, seeing out of the corner 
of her eyes that the older man was telling the truth about Kathie. His left 
hand was inside Kathie's shirt-dress, and her head was back with her eyes 
dreamily closed while he freely. 

..fondled her brassiere-clad breasts. The twin moaned and once more pulled 
away, using all of her willpower to overcome the strange, unwanted 
sensations that were building stronger in the hollow pit of her virginal 
belly. Dear Lord, as nice as it was.... it was wrong, wrong! Where was 
Step-Daddy? Oh God, she wished her stepfather was back home to help her now! 
Why did he have to stay away so long? 

"My beautiful sweet, you know you're not happy remaining pure and still a 
girl," Slapsy Jim whispered lewdly. "You want to become a woman, with all 
that a woman should be ... and I'm here ready to make you one, right now 
this very night!" 

Sherry gasped and held her breath, as to her humiliation and horror, she 
could feel herself inexorably reacting to the maddening caresses on her 
love-starved pubic mound beneath the thin summer frock. She was hot and wet 
between her thighs, as her ripely fleshed hips suddenly began squirming in 
rhythm to the light teasing of his fingers rummaging down between her narrow 
cuntal furrow. Oh ... oh ... now he was sticking his outstretched middle 
finger up underneath her panty legband. 

"Oh God, Slapsy, Mr. Rule ... don't do this to us, to me!" she pleaded 
frantically, not knowing fully what she was saying in her torment and 
confusion. "I ... I can't stand it!" 

"Spread your legs a little, my dear," Slapsy Jim breathed insistently into 
her ear. 

"Spread your legs and hike your dress up so I can finger-fuck you!" 

His obscene command burned through the drugged miasma in her immature mind, 
and the full impact of his lewd command suddenly hit her with its evil 
implications. 

She couldn't let him! No! No matter how much she wanted to try sex, or how 
much Kathie was enjoying having her breasts played with, she couldn't allow 
this wicked man to go any further! 

"Oh God, nooooooo!" she cried out in panic, and wrench free of his 
corrupting embrace. She had to stop this awful scene and had to do it 
quickly, or it would be too late! She jumped up, tears blinding her eyes, 
and lurched from the couch. 

"No!" she screamed again. "No, never!" 

But then she stumbled against the coffee table in front of the couch, 
upsetting the empty pitcher and losing her own staggering balance. A huge 
hand reached up and grasped her long-flowing pony-tail, and Slapsy Jim 
snarled: "Gotcha, kid!" 

Sherry stumbled to one knee from the violence of his whip-like grab, her 
head spinning with the force of his strength. Unable to stand, she toppled 
over in a humiliating heap of flying arms and legs, sprawling on her back 
with her little minidress up around her firm young thighs and her arms and 
legs spreading high and wide in the air. She could only look up with dazed, 
terrified eyes as the brutal man who'd once been so friendly and nice leapt 
up in smug delight. He hovered over her, and the incredible horror of her 
complete helplessness, of the entire abominable situation struck her 
tortured mind. Dear Lord, she and Kathie were all alone with this cruel 
gangster! 

Kathie had also snapped out of her drunken and drug-induced arousal. She sat 
up with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open in shock, staring with 
disbelief at the sight of the muscular Slapsy Jim Rule standing like a 
conquering savage over the cringing figure of her twin sister. She couldn't 
believe what he was doing or saying! 

How could he be so crude, so obscene, when he'd been so gentlemanly before? 
It had all been a trick! 

"Help me!" Kathie heard Sherry cry out in tearful fright. "Oh, help! Help!" 

"You scream again, my dear," Slapsy Jim snarled in warning, "and you'll find 
out why I got my nickname!" 

Kathie was almost as terror-stricken as her sister, but she managed to slip 
partially off the couch, hoping to make a run for the front door and seek 
the help of some neighbors, the help she and Sherry needed so desperately 
now. But then the cruel gambler spun around, glaring at her, snapping: 
"Where the hell you think you're going, Sweetie?" And then, as if to answer 
his own question, he leveled a finger at Kathie and threatened: "You leave 
this room, and so help me Christ you'll come back to find your twin with a 
broken neck!" 

"You ... You wouldn't dare!" she gasped, blanching. 

"You want to take the risk? Now siddown and make yourself comfortable. Hell, 
you might just learn something!" 

A ghostly tremor rippled through Katie as she stared wildly at the 
flashing-eyed man. 

"G-Get out!" she ordered in last-ditch defiance. "Get out of this house or 
I'll ... I'll call the police!" 

"You pick up the phone, and I'll break two necks! Hers ... and then yours!" 

Sherry's brain whirled from the humiliation of listening to this vile, 
depraved man's lewd threats. "You ... you must be insane!" 

"We'll see who's insane in a few minutes!" Slapsy chuckled with obscene 
promise. 

"There was a time to be nice and easy, but now it's time to get down to 
brass tacks. 

Well, now that I know you're both hot to fuckand you are, deep down in your 
heartsI'm not about to let some silly hysteria ruin a fine time for all of 
us!" 

Both girls shook desperately, gaping at the derisively-smirking man. He 
wasn't kidding! He was really serious about wanting to fuck them! Kathie 
shuddered at the concept of lying under this brutal gangster's cock buried 
deep up inside her defenseless vagina, for though she was tingling with 
sexual arousal, she knew she'd rather die than suffer the humiliation of 
rape by this man, here in their own home. 

Sherry moaned in rising despair, her body trembling fearfully as she cowered 
on the floor, the flesh of her exposed arms and legs breaking out in a cold 
sweat of goosebumps. 

"No!" she blurted frantically. "No, I don't want you to do it to me! I never 
gave you that idea! You're making it up! I'll never let you! Never!" 

"Who the hell says you have any choice about it?" Slapsy Jim snarled, and 
reached down toward the quaking girl. He grabbed her thin summer dress and 
gave it a ferocious tug, and every button popped open down its front. 

Sherry gasped as he ripped the now useless garment from around her ripe 
young body, unable to defend herself when he hooked his finger in the 
elastic support between the cups of her see-through brassiere. He gave 
another painful wrench, and the two firm mounds of her developing breasts 
came into direct contact with the cold carpeting. Her nipples sprang into 
involuntary hardness, their tiny, berry-like tips throbbing from the sudden, 
humiliating exposure. The smooth, velvet-like softness of her skin was 
broken only by the pair of sheer white nylon panties that stretched tautly 
over her quivering hips. Silken tufts of her soft blonde pubic hair 
protruded from beneath the tight elastic of the legbands, the rounded cheeks 
of her youthful buttocks shaking visibly beneath the lust-crazed eyes of the 
older man. 

Sherry was wild with fear now as she crouched low on her stomach. Even the 
deadening effects of the marijuana could not protect the cute fifteen year 
old from the horrible truth of what was happening to her. Oh God, if only it 
hadn't happened the way it did! If only she'd had greater control over 
herself and not drunk all the liquor and smoked his evil cigarettes! If only 
her stepfather hadn't felt she and Kathie were old enough to take care of 
themselves and left them alone with this gangster! A thousand "if only's" 
rippled through her tormented mind, when suddenly she was jerked back to 
reality by the brutal touch of Slapsy Jim's hands running up the sides of 
her almost naked body. He was crouching down beside her now, rounding his 
fingers over the curving flare of her hips for a moment before sliding them 
slowly and harshly up to the slimness of her waist. She moaned as his hands 
coursed over the trembling spheres of her buttocks and cupped their maturing 
ripeness with lewd delight. 

Slapsy Jim's eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands pulled 
and squeezed at her firm young thighs. Then with sudden impatience, he drew 
his fingers up to the elastic waist band at the top of her panties and began 
to peel the flimsy white nylon down over the curves of her ass-cheeks. When 
the silky material caught in the crevice between her tightly clenching legs, 
he gave a savage jerk, shredding the panties into useless threads. 

He laughed and held the tattered remnants of cloth up in the air, then 
tossed the panties to her twin sister who was still frozen in horror on the 
edge of the couch. 

"Here, kiddo. Now watch the action!" 

Kathie sucked in her breath with horror as the panties fluttered to the 
floor next to her feet. "No, don't do it to her! Please! I ... I'll do 
whatever you want, but she ... she's not ready yet! Leave her alone and take 
me!" 

Slapsy Jim grinned sadistically. "Hell, what do you mean, not ready yet? 
Look at her, sprawled there naked, her little titties hard and her nipples 
sticking out, and her cunt still flowing from when I was trying to tickle 
it! The hell she's not ready!" 

"I ... I can take it," Sherry whispered to her sister. She tilted her chin 
up proudly in defiance, even though her firm young thighs and buttocks were 
flinching in fear from the expectation of the cruel penis that would soon be 
sliding wetly between her legs. 

"If you can do it, so can I, Sis. We're twins, aren't we? Anyway, if ... If 
you're willing to save me, then I ... I should do the same," she whimpered. 
She glanced down at her nakedness, and she could feel her flesh prickle with 
the horror of what was to follow. But if Kathie could make such an offer on 
her behalf, she would somehow find the strength to do so, too. She was no 
better than her twin, no better at all, and she had to share the punishment 
and degradation. 

"Don't sorry, Kathie," she added in a soft, anguished voice. "Maybe 
Step-Daddy will come back in time. If he doesn't ... well, we'll see it 
through together." 

"That's the spirit, my lovely!" the older man breathed with burgeoning lust. 
"And the first thing we'll see together is that nice tight cunt of yours! 
Spread your legs, baby!" 

Sherry tried to stiffen her naked body more and press herself flat against 
the carpet. 

Bitter tears of anguish and fear ran from her cheeks, wetting the rug under 
her face as she felt the hateful gambler bending over her. 

Slapsy Jim raised his hand and brought it down hard against Sherry's 
trembling white ass-cheeks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed 
like a rifle shot through the living room, and Sherry's scream came an 
instant later. 

"Yeeeeeoooooowwww!" she cried out, whimpering against the searing sensation 
that seemed to cut all the way to the bone. 

"They don't call me Slapsy for nothing, toots! Now, when I said spread your 
legs, I meant spread your legs! Roll over on your back and spread them, you 
teasing little bitch!" 

She hesitated a second longer, and then slowly rolled her naked body over. 

Reluctantly, with tears of shame and horror still coursing freely down her 
cheeks, the innocent girl allowed her legs to bend outward in open 
invitation to the cruel ravishment about to take place. Her hair-fringed 
vaginal slit drew moistly open, exposing all of her virginal cunt which 
throbbed in abject surrender. 

"Mmmmm-mm!" Slapsy Jim said with relish. "That sweet bush of yours is just 
begging to be filled!" 

Sherry closed her eyes in disconsolate humiliation, knowing there was no 
hope for anything. She had the dreadful feeling that, if Kathie should try 
to get help or phone the police, Slapsy Jim would follow through with his 
stated threat to kill them. She heard the gangster unsnapping his trousers 
and then sliding them down to take them off. There was the rustle of his 
other clothing as he shed them right and left, and she clenched her eyes 
shut tighter with fear and trepidation. But then Slapsy Jim was kneeling 
beside her again, grabbing her by the hair and jerking her head up off the 
floor, forcing her eyes open in painful terror. 

"Take a peek, kid," he commanded her. "Take a peek at what's going to stuff 
that tight cherry of yours. Think you're big enough to take it all?" 

Sherry's face contorted in horror at the long thick erection which bobbed 
menacingly before her face. It was monstrous and webbed all along the 
underside with heavy pulsing blue veins, giving grim advance warning of the 
lustful state he had worked himself into. Her eyes trailed a slow path up 
the length of his naked hairy chest to his face, a futile plea nestled in 
them, begging for mercy. But there was none. Nothing but unbridled passion 
staring obscenely down at her. 

"Like it?" he tormented, twisting her blonde hair with one hand. "I said, do 
you like it?" 

"I love it! I love it!" she squealed through her pain and degradation. 

"Fine! Just so your sister knows you doso she won't think you need saving. 
That would be a very stupid move on her part." Then Slapsy Jim's hands were 
grasping harshly at her slender hips, holding them steady and apart as he 
crawled his body over hers. She could feel the rigid thickness of her penis 
impress itself into the .unwillingly widened crevice of her cunt, and she 
was unable to hold back a sob of fear, recalling the brutal size of it when 
he'd flaunted it before her eyes only seconds before. Dear God, no! She 
could never take it all! It would rip her virgin belly right down the 
center! Compared to him, her stepfather's erection had been small, and even 
that had given her shivers of apprehension the two times she'd seen it hard 
and long! She tried to jerk away, flattening her nakedly cringing buttocks 
down into the floor as low as she could go. 

But Slapsy was ready for her, and the gangster leaned over to press his 
hands down harshly on her shoulders, forcing the terrified blonde teenager 
to keep in the same position. She could hardly move an inch with his thick 
adult male body pressed between her wide-splayed thighs, while his huge 
man's cock-head probed menacingly into her cringing pink pussy. 

Meanwhile, Kathie had moved off the couch and was standing nearby, her 
clenched hand stuffed in her open mouth to keep herself from screaming. She 
tried to figure what to do next ... but if she didn't stay, Slapsy Jim was 
sure to kill her sister! She couldn't take the chance that the gangster was 
bluffing, that sort of man was very egotistical and liable to keep his word 
even if it meant his own capture. Kathie shivered with indecision and 
horror, staring through tear-blurred eyes at her helpless twin sister lying 
on the carpet, nakedly displayed in the lamp-light ... and the older man 
heaving down on top of her! He was going to rape her ... and there was 
nothing Kathie could do to prevent it! 

Slapsy Jim had Sherry pinned, and their feet faced Kathie so that she could 
see the wide-split crevice of her twin's defenseless little vagina. Sherry's 
slim white buttocks were smashed flat to the floor, and Kathie could see the 
man's huge hard penis insinuating closer to the pink cuntal slit which split 
her cringing inner thighs. Cringing reflexively, she watched spellbound as 
Slapsy Jim dropped his heavy weight all the way down on her sister, forcing 
the breath from her painfully stretched body. She stared at his pulsating 
hardness crushing into the soft giving flesh of her loins and heard him 
growl down at Sherry's contorted face"I'm going to fuck you so good you're 
going to beg for more! Yeah, you're going to beg ... and you're going to get 
it!" 

Sherry lay immobile under his heavy nakedness, her eyes fixed in horror on 
the working of his mouth spewing the obscenities down at her, their lewdness 
echoing and re-echoing against the walls of her immature mind. The depraving 
helplessness of her position caused a strange crazy fluttering deep in her 
belly intensifying each time Slapsy Jim shoved downward and attempted to 
skewer her fearfully cringing cunt with his long thick penis. 

But then he connected, and Sherry pleaded in a high voice, "Ohhhh! Oh! No, 
you're hurting me!" She felt the firmly resisting lips of her virgin cunt 
being pressured apart before the unyielding pressure of the gangster's 
lust-inflamed erection. "Ohhhh God! 

Stop! You're tearing me open!" 

"That's the whole idea, baby!" Slapsy Jim cackled from above her, levering 
down with all his strength. With a merciless forward thrust of his hips, he 
sent his lustthickened cock slicing into her innocent vagina with a roaring 
fury, pushing the moistly tender walls of her pussy in pressuring waves 
before it. His huge bloodengorged cock hit her pitifully stretched hymen and 
ripped through it like a red-hot poker through tissue paper. There was no 
stopping it until, with a loud feral groan, his lust-laden balls slapped 
sharply against the crevice between her quivering young thighs. 

"Agggghhh!" Sherry wailed beneath the man. She had never been entered with 
anything larger than her masturbating finger before, and now she was so 
FILLED! 

Her cunt felt as if his pile driver penis had ripped it into a thousand tiny 
shreds, and the agony was like little explosions of dynamite searing her 
tightly palpitating pussy as he immediately began to stroke in and out of 
her painfully stabbed cunt. With each pumping motion, the brutal gangster 
made, the subjugated teenager could only groan in hopeless defeat beneath 
his heavy body. 

Sobs of pain and misery bubbled from Sherry's pain-contorted lips, her 
entire slim body wet and burning as the cruel gambler levered up and drove 
the full length of his punishing shaft over and over into her tightly 
constricted vagina. The tiny ridges of her clasping pink flesh pulled out 
around the thick base of his penis as it withdrew for still another vicious 
surge far up into her belly. The mercilessly impaled fifteen year old girl 
trembled and her thighs convulsed periodically as extra-hard cock-thrusts 
burrowed into her tortured vagina. Above it all, the humiliated twin could 
hear the weeping moans of her witnessing sister and the grunting pants of 
her rapist. 

Then the leering Slapsy Jim bent closer and chuckled throatily in her ear, 
"Like it? 

You like my pecker stuffing your hole?" And then he hissed degradingly, "How 
does it feel with a man in you, little girl? You take on a boy next, and 
he's going to need tire chains for traction, you'll be reamed out so wide!" 

His mockeries and insults droned on in Sherry's ears, but astonishingly, she 
began to sense that the excruciating pain in her pussy was gradually easing 
a little. She could feel her ravaged cuntal muscles stretching in adjustment 
to the large, intruding hardness, relaxing to form a tight-fitting sheath of 
warm, wet flesh around his rhythmically stroking penis. Then, unwanted and 
unexpectedly, Sherry began to feel lewd little tingles of masochistic 
arousal mixing with the agony, and the pain becoming oddly pleasurable to 
her. She found herself involuntarily squirming her hips upward to meet the 
cruel impalement as Slapsy Jim surged downward into her tender cunt, and of 
their own volition, her cock-split thighs started squeezing around his 
lunging hips, her buttocks rotating in tiny clasping circles. Oh God! What 
was happening to her? She was actually beginning to like itwas actually 
beginning to fuck him back. 

As the brutal older man continued to pump his massive shaft into her with 
rapacious need, the fifteen year old blonde turned her face sideways to gasp 
fish-like for air. 

Her ripe young body was responding to the slowly mounting feelings of wanton 
delight, flames of lewd desire curling hotter and hotter through her moistly 
welcoming vagina. The pain was gradually fading away, being replaced by 
unhindered passion that seethed through her veins and mingled in her loins. 
She remembered that she had just lost her virginity ... but somehow that no 
longer seemed to matter as it had only moments before. Her hotly throbbing 
cunt was on fire and the huge pulsating cock buried so deeply up inside her 
tender womb felt so good ... so hard and strong and good ... She undulated 
her hips mindlessly, the tiny muscles of her now eagerly flowering cunt 
working with voracious hunger at the naked man's lust-pistoning cock. 

"Oohhhh," she whimpered, almost frightened in her naivete by this change in 
her emotions. "Oh God ... Oh God...." She closed her eyes now, slavering her 
tongue around her lips, low hums of velvety surrender emitting from her 
throat in place of her earlier tortured cries. She began to understand now 
... to fervently understand the delights of sex, and there was no longer the 
slightest thought of resistance as she submitted herself totally to the 
wicked sensations coursing through her skewered cunt. Her greedy young 
vagina seemed to open further in voracious supplication to the mercilessly 
pumping cock, swallowing the whole of Slapsy Jim's thickly ramming erection 
as he quickened his thrusting lunges into her adolescent pussy. 

"Fuck me, you shit! Ohhh, hear me! Hear me; I'm begging you to fuck me! 
Ohhhh, never stop fucking me, you filthy old man! Fuck meeee...!" 

.Kathie Dobson watched this humiliating surrender to corruption and 
defilement with swirling emotions. She could see her twin sister lying there 
on the floor with her legs spread wide apart, probably feeling more 
shamefully wicked and debauched than she had ever felt before in her fifteen 
years! The blonde teenager felt horror coursing through her at the thought 
of being subjected to that same thick penis and finding herself submitting 
willingly to its depraved desires. And yet, the sordid scene was somehow 
terribly exciting to her! God! How it was exciting to her! Kathie breathed 
raggedly as her eyes locked on Sherry's face, erotically stimulated by its 
contortions into the most perverted picture of ecstasy she had ever dreamed 
about! 

Lord! How Sherry must feel, she thought jealously. And I've never felt that 
with a man inside me ...! 

With every savage stroke Slapsy Jim's wetly glistening penis made into her 
sister's ecstatic vaginal passage, Kathie's breathing grew louder and 
harsher, and sweat began to trickle down the folds of her summer 
shirt-dress. Down between her nervously clenched thighs, her tight, still 
virgin pussy was starting to tingle, and a light quivering rose in her belly 
and breasts. She couldn't understand the change in her emotions any more 
than she could comprehend the change in Sherry's! It was almost as if ... as 
if she wished she were the one lying naked on the carpet, her legs spread 
wide and that bestial man's lust-bloated penis filling all of her body! 

God! She couldn't want that! It wasn't right! But Kathie watched in lurid 
fascination as the gleaming expanse of hardened male cock drubbed 
salaciously into her twin's eagerly yielding cunt. She was hardly able to 
breathe now, the insides of her mouth and throat seemingly filled with sand, 
and the prurient sensations up between her thighs were climbing in 
intensity, making a wetness which threatened to stain the front of her 
dress. Passion flowed through the honey-colored curls covering her moist 
young vagina, a slick heated moisture caused by the erotically enticing 
spectacle taking place only a few feet from her and the throbbing agony of 
need building in her cunt and hardening breasts. 

Slowly, as if controlled by a mind of its own, Kathie's right hand slid 
along her trembling body, undoing the few buttons Slapsy Jim had left 
untouched when fondling her breasts inside her dress. She slipped out of her 
dress, letting it fall to the floor, and then stood for a moment in just her 
panties and brassiere, her eyes still firmly glued to the way her sister was 
lurching and jerking her naked pussy up to swallow more of the older man's 
penis. She drew down her panties then and unclasped her brassiere, and as 
totally naked as her twin nowKathie slowly slid down on the carpet beside 
the rutting couple, her thighs and moist pink cuntal slit exposed to the 
same soft light and cooling air as the writhing couple in front of her. 

She widened her legs and lowered her hand to her vagina, knowing that she 
was sinning far more than any time in the past. She wasn't just with her 
sister now in the privacy of their bedroom, but masturbating while watching 
Sherry being fucked by this lewd rapacious gangster! 

Sherry mewled piteously, her vagina flowering wider open in welcome relief 
as at last she felt the spiraling excitement of her climax. "Ohhh, I think 
... I think I'm going to cum, Mr. Rule! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me harder!" 

"Me too, kiddo!" came the raucous response. "I'm going to cum in you like a 
river!" 

Kathie rubbed her cunt faster and harder, her fingers sliding wetly in and 
out as waves of an all-consuming delight poured over her. She dropped her 
other hand then and insinuated first one, then two, and finally three 
fingers inside the tiny virginal hole up between her widespread legs, 
flicking her little clitoris at the same time. She continued to stare with 
bulging, desire-glazed eyes at the obscenely fucking duo, her inexperienced 
brain imagining a man's penis grinding smoothly up inside her. She heard an 
unearthly gurgle emit from her sister's mouth, and saw her slow her buttocks 
in their wild scramble for completion, beginning-instead, small spasmodic 
jerkings up against the hardened adult penis embedded so deeply in her 
teenaged cunt. At the same time Slapsy Jim groaned and thrust as hard as he 
could inside her twin sister's quivering white belly, and Kathy saw his 
testicles throb with his release of thickly spurting semen. 

The sensuously overwhelmed Sherry Dobson raised up her wriggling thighs from 
the carpet and pressed as tightly to Slapsy Jim's hairy loins as she could. 
She sighed blissfully as he poured his creamy sperm deep up inside her 
hungrily milking pussy, jerking and screwing against the frantically fucking 
man as bolts of her own orgasm shot through her to pierce her 
sensation-flooded mind. 

"Ahhhhh!" she squealed in delight, her climax covering her like a paralyzing 
blanket, and her wild cry of completion turned into a low earthly wail of 
ecstasy. Her legs grew limp, satiated with pleasure and release, and she lay 
nakedly back against the living room floor, Slapsy Jim moaning as he finally 
collapsed over her trembling young body. They both lay still for quite a 
long time. 

After awhile, the insanely ravaged teenager felt the heavy weight of the 
gangster lift from her, and the soft limpness of his deflating penis 
slipping with a moist sucking sound from the confines of her 
passion-drenched pussy. Her young body was beaten and bruised, yet as her 
swollen vaginal lips glistened with the last remainders of his cum, Sherry 
sighed dreamily, lost in her newly discovered world of sex. She could never 
return to her innocent virginal ways again, but she didn't seem to think 
that very important now. She had to admit she didn't miss the physical proof 
of her purity at all ... not now, not after she'd traded it for a better, 
more satisfying feeling of total sensuality. 

As Slapsy Jim rolled to one side of Sherry, spent for the moment, he caught 
a glimpse of the other fifteen year old twin out of the corner of his eye. 
Kathie was smiling with an odd mixture of pleading and sensuality at him, 
lying on her back with her legs spread wide apart. Her own hands manipulated 
ineffectually at the hair-lined slit between her splayed thighs, trying to 
reach the impossible heights of her sister's fulfillment. Every time before, 
her fingers had been enough, but not any longer. God! 

Now she had to have more, more, more...! Her passion spurred on by the 
delicious thought of Slapsy Jim's long hard penis skewering into her as 
divinely as he had screwed her sister, Kathie moaned through a 
lust-tightened throat"Fuck me now; fuck me in my cunt the way you fucked 
Sherry. That is ... that is if you're man enough to get hard again!" 

"I figured you two bitches would turn on to cock once you had your chance," 
the lecherous gambler chuckled. "A pair of ripe tomatoes if I ever met any, 
I swear! 

Whose little bitch are you, Kathie?" 

"Yours, Slapsy! Yours anytime you want me! Fuck me, Slapsy, fuck me and make 
me cum ... cum ... make me cum toooo!" 

"Well, give me a minute to rest, and I'll be ready to take you up on your 
offer!" 

"No, now, Slapsy! I must have you fuck me now!" Kathie's lust-fired body was 
growing white-hot with her frustrated desire, and she drew her legs up, her 
feet flat on the floor as she watched Slapsy Jim crawling toward her. "Fuck 
me, you big bastard," she hissed in her sex-driven madness. "Go on! You blew 
my mind on grass and made me watch my sister get it. so stick that wonderful 
prick of yours into MY cunt now!" 

"She-eit!" the gangster gasped, for over his years of experience, he'd never 
run into anything so wantonly wild and untamed as this girland she was still 
a virgin to boot! 

His eyes gleamed as he stared down at the obscenely undulating adolescent, 
already feeling his cock stirring into renewed hardness by the very lewdness 
of her demands. It quivered hard and straight with rejuvenated arousal, and 
he reached down to stroke it teasingly as he told her in his gravel 
voice"All right, baby, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you good." 

"Yes! Yes!" 

"But I'll fuck you different than I did your sister, seeing as you want it 
so bad. I'll fuck you a SPECIAL way, the way I really dig the most, just 
because I think you deserve it! Come on, Kathie, on your knees! Roll over 
and get up on all fours like a dog and waggle that fine young ass of yours 
up in the air!" 

"And then you'll fuck me? You'll fuck me like dogs do it?" she panted hotly, 
unable to contain her excitement. "Yes, then I'll fuck you!" the salacious 
gangster crowed with delight and inwardly he chuckled to himself, Yeah ... 
I'll fuck her in the ass! I'll take that ass-hole cherry first and then take 
her hymen! And five will get you ten she'll love it in the ass! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Harry Dobson lay next to Delores on the large towel, staring up at the late 
night sky which domed her penthouse patio. Now that the wild, abandoned 
sexual games had endedor at least, had ended until the impossibly ardent, 
insatiable young girl could resurrect his now flaccid cock for another 
roundHarry was thinking once again of his bargain with Slapsy Jim Rule. He 
was thinking of how badly he'd betrayed his stepdaughters' innocent trust in 
him, and abused his role as their guardian and protector. The thoughts 
brought the first lingering vestiges of shame to his mind, stirrings of 
guilt which would amplify later, he knew, and consume him with selfloathing 
at his inability to control his carnal instincts. 

Jesus, I'm a coward, he confessed to himself. I took the easy way out, just 
like I have all my life, always a pushover for an easy lay. How can I look 
my stepdaughters in the eye anymore? How can I face those dear, sweet, 
unsuspecting girls...? "A penny for your thoughts, Harry," Delores said 
beside him, rolling over onto her stomach and looking into his face as she 
propped herself up on her elbows. 

"Sure," Harry said bitterly. He didn't meet her eyes. 

"Oh," Delores said softly. "You're thinking about your kids, aren't you?" 

"Yeah, I guess I am." 

"And you're feeling hung-up about trading them for me, right? Guilty because 
your sweet brats are stuck with Slapsy Jim while you're up screwing his 
girl, right?" 

Harry felt color blotch his cheeks, and he turned his eyes to her angrily. 
Who did this bitch think she was, taunting him about Kathie and Sherry? 
"What difference does it make to you if I am thinking about them?" he 
demanded. 

Delores laughed softly. "I hate seeing a man think his wife or daughters are 
somehow purer and holier than other women," she said. "No woman belongs on a 
pedestal, Harry, as I found out when I was twelve. And when a man finds out, 
it's usually a ruder awakening than it is for the woman." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Just that I wouldn't be too terribly surprised if I were you, to learn that 
you're not the only member of your family to dig a good fuck." 

The heat flowed through his entire body, and he had to repress a desire to 
slap her for her obscene comment. His voice was low and menacing as he said: 
"You bitch! 

Just because you're a damned nympho, doesn't mean my kids are too!" 

"Doesn't it?" Delores asked amusedly. She moved her naked body provocatively 
next to him, like a predatory cat just awakening on a summer morning. 

"No, it doesn't! My stepdaughters are good kids!" 

"I bet they're goodonce Slapsy gets them going. Tell me, Harry," she asked 
lazily, "how much do you want to bet that Slapsy has banged both birds 
already and is on seconds?" 

"Why ... Why...." Harry shook his head, staring at her numbly. 

"Let's prove it, just so you can sleep nights without wondering, hm? Let's 
get dressed and drive over to your house, and then we'll see what we'll 
see." 

"No, we can't do that, Delores! Slapsy Jim might-" 

"He doesn't have to see us, silly. We can sneak in somehow." She licked her 
lips with eagerness, the prospect of spying on Harry's stepdaughters and her 
own lover arousing her prurient interest. She always got a kick out of 
watching sex, the sights and sounds of hotly fucking people nakedly writhing 
in abandonment tickling her libido to sensational heights. She knew Slapsy 
Jim wouldn't mind if she were there, and for all she could tell, Harry's 
kids wouldn't eitherbut it would be great fun for her to watch Harry's 
reaction, and see some of his hypocritical stuffing burst out. 

"Come on," she urged, "or are you afraid? Are you afraid that instead of 
proving me wrong, a peek in your house will prove me right?" 

"No, goddamn it!" Harry exploded. "I'm not afraid!" 

"Then get dressed," Delores said, standing up. She ran her hands slowly down 
her naked, sun-bronzed flanks. "Prove to me you're not afraid ... and I'll 
prove to you that your stepdaughters are just as much nymphos as I am!" 

"All right!" Harry snapped, gaining his own feet, fighting down another urge 
to hit this woman, this filthy, low-life bitch, who dared to talk about his 
stepchildren the way she was. "We'll go ... and when you see your Old Man 
has been unable to do anything with Kathie and Sherry, I'll expect an 
apology from you!" 

Delores smiled wisely, and turned and started for her penthouse patio's 
sliding glass door.... 

... Meanwhile, unknown to Harry, his fifteen year old blonde stepdaughter 
Kathie was kneeling on her hands and legs in front of the naked gangster, 
while Sherry stared at the two of them with bated breath. Somewhere deep in 
Kathie's drugged and sexladen mind, she knew she should be shamefully 
horrified, but instead her body was alive with deliciously wicked 
anticipation! It was sheer lunacy, allowing herself to be used by this 
horrid old man over twice her age while her fifteen year old sister watched! 
And even more terrible, to be unaccountably enjoying it! What had happened 
to her tonight ... what was going to happen...? "Wider, kid! As far apart as 
you can get them!" Slapsy Jim crowed, and obscenely the girl responded, 
spreading her slender thighs to the furthest extent on the living room 
carpet, until the whole of her tender maturing cunt was exposed to his 
corrupting gaze. 

"Ohhh, this is going to taste sweeter than honey," the lewdly lascivious 
gambler moaned. Kneeling between her legs behind her, he placed his thumbs 
firmly on her softly trembling vaginal lips and began a slow, tormenting 
outward pressure to peel them slowly apart. Then, with the thinly bearded 
mouth of her cunt uptilted and exposed to his lusting eyes, he dropped his 
head and buried the full length of his wet slippery tongue deeply into the 
warm virginal slit of the teenager's pussy. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Kathie sighed and moaned as the older man's tongue speared in 
and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of the 
shame and revulsion at the horrible perversion she knew was being done to 
her defenseless young vagina, wisps of forbidden sensation began to ripple 
in her belly while her tautly swaying breasts jiggled from the buffeting her 
naked body was undergoing. She felt Slapsy Jim behind her reach up over the 
quivering roundness of her upthrust buttocks and dig his thick fingers into 
the tenderness of her waist to pull her back still closer around his 
slavering tongue. 

"Ohhhhh, ahhhhhh! It feels ... soooo ... good!" she mewled again as the 
gangster laved his warm wet mouth deeper into her excitedly swollen pussy, 
expanding the fleshy pink crevice with every tantalizing lick he took. Oh 
Lord, how the man was debasing her! Treating her like one of his whores he'd 
picked up out of the gutter! A strange masochistic pleasure sparked through 
her loins at the wicked thought she was being abused far worse than her twin 
sister had been, for after he had licked and tongued her to total defeat, he 
would rape her with sadistic pleasure, and she would not even be able to put 
up the little amount of fight that Sherry had! The virginal fourteen year 
old wanted to be destroyed by his mouth and cock; she wanted to be sucked 
and fucked until she could never walk again! The obscene subjugation of her 
helplessly drugged form kneeling on the floor was driving her wild with 
lustinciting sensations! 

"Ohhhhhh yes! Yes, Slapsy!" she suddenly heard herself chant uncontrollably 
through her lust-contorted lips, the rhythm of his skewering tongue embedded 
so hotly in her cunt too much to resist. "Suck my pussy! Suck my pussy ... 
sooooogooooooddddd!" 

And so lost were she, Slapsy Jim, and her sister Sherry in their carnal 
bliss, that none of them heard an automobile pulling up outside.... 

... Harry quietly turned off the motor. He sat there for a moment staring at 
Slapsy Jim's new Lincoln Continental parked in front of him, his body 
suddenly tensing and a cold sweat starting up on his chest and under his 
arms. 

Delores said: "Round one goes for me," and laughed throatily, "he's still 
here.... probably having seconds ... " 

"You fucking slut!" he snarled. "Just because Slapsy Jim's car is still here 
doesn't mean they're doing anything!" 

"Doesn't it?" Delores asked. "Well, suppose we just have that little look to 
find out, hmm?" 

"Suppose we do just that!" Harry replied angrily, opening the car door and 
starting up the driveway. When Delores had caught up with him, he said: 
"There's a path that goes around the side of the house opposite the living 
room porch. We'll go that way, and the kitchen door should be unlocked." 

As they followed the path silently around the side of his house, Harry felt 
very uncomfortable at the idea of sneaking in to look at what was going on. 
If Slapsy Jim ever caught him doing that and especially with Delores along, 
he feared he'd not be able to run fast or far enough away to escape the 
gangster's wrath. Slapsy Jim's anger could be a very fatal diseasefor 
others! But damnit, Harry thought as he opened the kitchen door and slipped 
inside with Delores, here he was talked into something again, just like he 
was always allowing himself to be. Besides, his curiosity was provoked, as 
well as his pride in his stepchildren! He wanted to disprove Delores' filthy 
allegations, and this was the only way! 

They reached the other side of the kitchen, Delores slipping out of her 
shoes while Harry untied his own. Then, walking on bare feet, they-edged 
down the hallway toward the well-lighted living room. Just as Harry reached 
a position where he could see through the entranceway, a loud, wailing voice 
penetrated his ears, a voice that was recognizable even in its impassioned 
state. 

Kathie's voice, the voice of his fifteen year old stepdaughter was crying 
out: "Suck my pussy! Suck my pussy goooddddd!" 

What the hell? Harry thought, stepping closer. 

He took one wild, blinding glimpse, and his jaw dropped like shattered 
glass. His face grew beet red as he stared at the incredulous sight of 
Slapsy Jim's bobbing head almost completely absorbed by the writhing, 
nakedly undulating buttocks of Kathie, his tongue twirling at the 
youngster's wetly matted pubic fleece and pink, widespread vaginal crevice. 
The edges of her developing pussy slit quivered as the naked man clung 
greedily to them, nipping them, licking them, sliding his lips from the apex 
of the girl's throbbing clitoris to the tenderly peeking pink bud of her 
hairless little anus. 

And Sherry! There was his other blonde-haired brat gyrating naked as a 
jaybird while she watched them, fingering herself as if her hand was Slapsy 
Jim's hard, trembling erection! Jesus Christ, what kind of perverts had the 
gambler turned his stepdaughters into? What had he done to seduce and molest 
them this way? Illogical rage filtered through Harry, and he clenched his 
fists with hurt and chagrin. He didn't think of how he'd once let himself 
believe nothing would happen, or if it did, that it really wouldn't matter. 
He didn't remember how he'd rationalized the trade of his stepchildren for 
his debts and the chance to fuck Delores. No, the actual perverted sight of 
what he'd allowed hit him purely emotionally, not sensibly, and he was 
overwhelmed with the perverse desire to get back at his daughter's 
corrupter. He had to! 

But how? He tried to clear his head and think clearly, the torment of his 
despair and the alcohol he'd consumed confusing his mind. He knew he wanted 
to intervene and put an end to the wanton debauchery of his two young girls, 
but should he yell? Or run in and tear them apart without another word? But 
as he continued to stare in stupefied indecision, Harry found himself caught 
in increasingly mixed emotions. As repelled and angered as he was, he was 
becoming more and more aroused by the very lewdness of the actions. My God, 
how could he not react erotically to the wet sucking noises coming from 
Slapsy Jim's mouth as he plundered Kathie's succulent little pussy, and the 
savage cries of delight coming from Sherry as she watched and screwed 
herself with her finger-fucking hand? Delores had been right again: his 
stepdaughters were women, hot-blooded women writhing and twisting in the 
throes of sexual pleasure, and Harry felt his own penis involuntarily throb 
against his pants in obscene response to them. His testicles felt swollen 
and aching, and he could feel his breath becoming heated as gradually the 
prurient sensations overcame his initial sense of horror and loathing at 
watching his teenage twins enjoying themselves with an older man. 

"Christ!" he whispered shakily to Delores beside him. "I ... I can't take 
much more of this!" 

"I can't either," Delores moaned. Her breath was panting and her hands were 
shaking so badly that she wasn't sure she could control them. "Let's join 
in, Harry. Come on, I want more of that wonderful cock of yours!" 

"Delores, no ... I can't! Jesus! Not with my step kids out there and Slapsy 
Jim, too! 

We can't just walk in there!" 

"Here, then! Here in the hallway so we can still watch!" She licked her lips 
hungrily as she grinned down at the bulge in Harry's pants. "I can see you 
want to. I can tell. 

Your prick is hard as a steel rod!" 

"Noo, no...." Harry tried to protest, excitedly aware that Delores was 
taking no notice of his denials, but was working on her clothing, her skirt 
and blouse becoming puddles of color on the floor of the hall. He tensed as 
she unbuttoned his shirt and drew it off, even squeezing his thighs together 
to allow the passionate girl to slide his wetly stained undershorts down his 
quivering legs. They were naked now, as naked as the two adolescents and 
Slapsy Jim only a few feet away ... but did they dare do more? Lord, did 
they actually dare...? Then Delores was crouching down on her hands and 
knees the way Kathie was, and Harry felt the heat of his urgent arousal 
rising like a raging storm in his loins. He heard her plead: "Fuck me from 
behind, Harry. Fuck me from behind so we can watch everybody else at the 
same time!" 

"Yeah ... Yeah!" Harry murmured, the lewd words Delores used too much for 
him to overcome. He kneeled down behind the full round moons of her naked 
buttocks as they wavered in the dark before him. He could feel the moist 
opening of her clasping pussy as with his fingers he guided his thick rigid 
cock straight up between her obscenely parted thighs. He paused a moment to 
part the soft curls of her brunette pubic hair, now moist with excited 
secretions, and then with one long stroke, he smoothly rammed his lusting 
hardness all the way up Delores' hotly waiting cunt to the cushiony tip of 
her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance in the hungrily welcoming 
woman he was fucking, and Harry could feel the smooth, wet walls of her 
vagina clasping around his hard-driving penis so moistly and firmly that it 
almost drove him to orgasm then! 

"Ahhhhh," Delores sighed in a very low voice, feeling her entire insides 
flowering open to receive him deep into her desperately yearning womb. Her 
nakedly kneeling body followed Harry as he began to fuck harder up into her, 
her lewdly stretched buttocks moving in wild abandoned undulations before 
him. "Ohhhhh yes! Yes Harry, fuck me good while we watch your daughters 
getting it! Ahhhhh...!" 

In the other room Kathie continued to moan in lewd delight as she hunched 
before the frantically licking gangster. She thrashed and shivered in 
obscene cadence to his lashing tongue buried so deeply in her frantically 
pulsating cunt, and clenched her eyes tightly together while grinding her 
naked hips back over his greedy mouth, pressing her milking cuntal crevice 
against his lips in a lewd kiss of lust. Crazy electric sensations rocketed 
through her hotly quivering body with every nibble and taunt of Slapsy Jim's 
face against her steaming vaginal flesh. God, his exploring tongue was like 
a wriggling penis velvety prodding up between her open pussy and puckered 
anus! Penis ... God, cock! That's what she had to have now! His delightful 
cock! 

"Fuck me, fuck me now," she hissed back at the gangster. 

"You want it, little girl?" Slapsy Jim teased cruelly. 

"Yes, oh yes!" she cried out. "I want your cock in me!" 

He grinned triumphantly at her eagerness, knowing that in a few seconds 
she'd be singing another tune even louder. He knelt up behind her smoothly 
rounded young buttocks and worked the massive blunt head of his penis 
against the nakedly exposed lips of her saliva lubricated anus, doubting 
that in her inferno of desire she was even aware that he was going to fuck 
her in the rectum. And then Kathie felt his foreskin being stretched as his 
long, thick shaft was slowly pressured forward into the narrow quivering 
tunnel of her tongue-moistened anus. 

"Ohhhhh!" she grunted in surprise. "That hurts!" 

"It's going to hurt more before it gets better," Slapsy Jim replied 
gleefully. "But don't worry, you'll end up enjoying it just like your sister 
enjoyed it in the cunt! You'll get to love it in the ass, you'll see!" 

"Oh God!" she groaned. "No, I won't! I can't! It hurts too much! Please, 
fuck me the way you did Sherry! I can't take it like this!" 

"Push back, kiddo," the older gangster commanded heatedly. "And tell me you 
don't love my prick in your ass five minutes from now!" 

God, I'm skewered like a barbecued roast! she thought as he surged even 
deeper up into her vainly resisting little rectum. His immense cock, even 
larger in its second erection, rammed through her tight elastic opening and 
soared with merciless force into Kathie's virginal rectum, forcing the hotly 
clinging walls of rubbery flesh before it like an impossibly huge, 
destructive instrument of torture, burying itself up her defenselessly 
upturned anal channel until the savage pain blanketed her immature brain 
with excruciating agony. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh God! You're killing me!" Kathie screamed. 

The man's only answer was a lewd, contemptuous chuckle, and she dug her 
nails into her palms and bit her lower lip to try not to show the agony she 
felt, humiliated and bruised enough without his laughing taunts. To be 
fucked in the ass! God, how low had she fallen? And she was still a virgin 
in the other hole between her legs! Oh, the misery! Oh, the shame! But for 
all her pain and torment, the young girl began to find a small degree of 
erotic stimulation from his fucking her in the rectum as her belly became 
slightly accustomed to his thrusting cock. She felt oddly wet between her 
buttocks and her throbbing vaginal lips below-wet and morbidly ashamed, for 
she was being sodomized in front of her twin sister and knew it. She tried 
to concentrate on this horridly shameful fact, but as Slapsy Jim pumped jolt 
after jolt into her, she found that she was automatically squirming back on 
his fleshy shaft, heaving and undulating her shamelessly aroused young body, 
moving her firmly rounded young hips back in tiny welcoming circles as if 
she were actually delighting in his bestial invasion. 

With strange reversal of all she'd previously held sacred, the pain and 
misery faded from the youngster's mind, to be replaced by a weird, 
masochistic desire for more. It began to tingle through her loins, bringing 
her clitoris erect and quivering, the nipples of her distended breasts to 
hardness, and her wide-stretched rectum to a delightfully heated tunnel of 
pleasurable sensations. Her hips ground back with enjoyment, and with each 
forward heave of the hotly throbbing penis up into her rectal passage, 
Kathie was finding she was looking forward to the next surge. Slapsy Jim's 
cock was doing wonderful things to her, and she began to revel in the 
spiraling excitement that was churning in her loins more and more. 

Dear God, she was loving it! She was finding absolute lust in being fucked 
in the ass, just like he promised her she would! Deliriously she called 
back: "Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck me in the ass!" 

"Hump back harder!" Slapsy Jim yelled at her. "Ohh, kiddo, move that ass of 
yours!" 

"Yes! Yes!" Make me cum when you do!" Kathie heard herself say, wallowing 
deeper and deeper in the whole degenerate orgy. "Fuck me until we both 
cummmmm!" 

Sherry had been able to see all of the details, and had moaned in concert 
with Kathie's original squeals of pain when Slapsy Jim had first penetrated 
her twin sister's virginal anus. But now she detected that Kathie was 
beginning to enjoy the lewd rape of her tiny anal opening, just as she'd 
learned to love the gangster's fullgrown cock in her own well-fucked pussy. 
The sight of her sister's young body undulating in wild abandonment was too 
much for the girl, and as she continued to watch the obscene ravishment, she 
found that she was responding with the same rising desire as she'd felt when 
Slapsy Jim had been sucking Kathie's vaginal slit. 

Her belly churned and a tremendous charge of sensual emotion poured over 
her. Oh God, how could she not respond to it! 

The naked fifteen year old twin couldn't stop the excitement which inundated 
her, and seething with renewed passion, she slipped her fingers back into 
the opened wet slit of her pussy, hungry now to continue playing with 
herself while she viewed her subserviently kneeling sister being sodomized 
by the brutal gangster. She took her other hand and, raising up her hips, 
probed lower down until one finger found the tiny puckered anal canal below 
her tingling, sperm-wet cunt. Her secretions and Slapsy Jim's cum had 
lubricated the sensitive opening, and she wormed her finger salaciously 
through the clenching sphincter muscle, wincing from the slight pain. But 
then the pain seemed to vanish and a new, surprising pleasure billowed up 
from between her open thighs. Sherry ground her outstretched middle finger 
further into her anus until her entire palm was flat against her buttocks, 
and then she wriggled her hips back and forth unabashedly to be able to 
finger-fuck herself in both orifices simultaneously. Her own fingers pumping 
deeply in her hotly aroused vagina and rectum, Sherry stared with fervent 
eyes on her twin sister's churning ass-cheeks, soaking up the unbelievably 
lewd sight of the older man's long thick cock pistoning in and out of 
Kathie's tight little anus. 

... And staring from the dark hallway, Delores watched with mesmerized eyes 
while Harry savagely skewered his lust-hardened penis into her unquenchable 
cunt. The sight of first Kathie and then Sherry going stark raving mad with 
pain and pleasure was simply too much for the brunette girl to take! She had 
to have it just as they were having it! Nothing else would suddenly do for 
her! 

Delores desperately arched her naked loins up, dislodging Harry's still 
driving cock from her wetly throbbing cunt. She looked back at him, groaning 
eagerly: "Stuff it in my ass if you can! Quick! Shove your pecker into my 
ass the way Slapsy Jim is fucking your stepdaughter!" 

Harry needed no further encouragement. He gripped her squirming, 
sweat-streaked buttocks with one hand and placed his throbbing wet cock up 
against her tight anal opening with his other, holding her naked body steady 
as he thrust forward with all his might. 

"Ohhh! Uggghhh!" Delores groaned, fighting to keep from screaming out. She 
hadn't realized it would hurt this much! But she didn't have time to 
reconsider. Harry locked her tightly to him with both hands on her hips, his 
thick hardness embedded deeply up inside her quivering rectum. He plunged 
brutally into her belly, and after awhile, Delores found that magically it 
had stopped hurting so much. And as delicious sensations of newly discovered 
excitement began to take hold of her senses and shake her body with sensual 
fury, she saw through her lust-filmed eyes that the twin girls and Slapsy 
Jim were beginning to reach their peaks of orgasm.... 

"I ... I'm cumming, kiddo...!" Slapsy Jim hooted, cruelly fucking into 
Kathie from behind. His monstrous penis erupted with a stream of semen that 
burst up inside her tightly constricting rectum, and she squealed back at 
him: "Ohhhhh, fill me up! Fill me upppp!" She cried out incoherently as she 
felt the tidal wave of the older man's sperm soaring up her anal canal, and 
her own climax hit her with an atomic force in the pit of her stomach. The 
hot walls of her rectum gripped hungrily at the naked gangster's surging 
cock until it gave one final spasmodic belch and the last drop of cum had 
been squeezed from it. Her own climactic secretions gushed hotly from 
between her quivering legs, growing creamy and viscous with a mixture of 
Slapsy Jim's sperm oozing from around her sphincter muscle as it trickled 
lewdly down to the carpet below.... 

I want to cum too ... I want to cum too ... Sherry moaned over and over as 
she watched the vicious gambler's penis jerking into her sister's anus, 
filling Kathie's innocent belly with his obscene seed. And her own climax 
was set off then, her wideexposed cunt and anus charged with orgiastic 
excitement until her liquid passion was rivuleting down her own trembling 
inner thighs onto the carpet. She strained wildly in her release until she 
thought her buried fingers would be ripped off, squeezing her pussy and 
rectal hole with both hands tightly over and over. Then, drained and 
exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, breathing harshly. 

She saw Kathie and the sodomizing Slapsy Jim collapse in a spent heap, the 
gangster looking as if he'd been struck by lightning, while the 
blonde-haired girl sprawled forward to lie on the floor. Fifteen year old 
Kathie's legs were spread wide apart so that the tiny pink ridges of her 
ravaged anus could be seen wet and gleaming when the older man slipped his 
softening penis from her tightly clasping rectum. 

Kathie turned and looked directly at her sister Sherry, and a blissful smile 
creased her exhausted features. Sherry smiled back, and those two smiles 
said more than a thousand words of explanation could have conveyed, a mute 
message that the twins knew that it was just fine now. They both knew each 
other for what they'd become tonight, and what they would go on being if 
given the chance. It was entirely out in the open now, and the sisters were 
as soul-naked as well as body-naked ... and it was all right.... 

But suddenlyThe peace and quiet of the satiated aftermath was abruptly 
shattered by an earpiercing shriek of passion. "Eiiiiieeeeeeee!" came a 
high-pitched shrillness from the direction of the darkened hallway. Delores 
was no longer able to hold back her scream of completion as she felt Harry's 
penis suddenly expand and begin to shoot its heatedly gushing sperm far up 
inside her rectum. Harry groaned as he slaved above her, pumping his 
churning semen up into the warm buttery depths of her anal passage and in 
response, Delores's own orgasm shot up until she thought she was delirious. 
Dear Lord, this was the wildest ever in her seven years of fucking ...! 

"Eiiiiieeeehhhhhh!" she yelled out again in uncontainable delight, and when 
the sexdazed Harry released his hands from her hips, she slithered from 
around his deflating penis to flop dazedly on the floor. He caught a glimpse 
of the widestretched crevice between her buttocks, gleaming now with his cum 
in the shadowed light cast faintly from the living room. 

Delores' uncontrollable cry of orgasm, loud and tremulous as it was, didn't 
pass by Harry's fractured mind, even as his climax ejaculated into her 
rectum like speeding bullets. He had temporarily ignored his fears of being 
discovered as he'd bucked and jerked against the wildly straining girl 
before him, but now, as her screams of completion reverberated through the 
house and she slipped forward off his rapidly dwindling cock, reality 
returned with shocking clarity. Stunned momentarily motionless, he remained 
nakedly on his knees, sitting up that way as his feelings of delicious 
orgasm waned and were replaced by another emotion, by a sense of something 
worse. Fear. 

He looked directly ahead of him into the living room, and there, all staring 
back with eyes wide as saucers, were his two nakedly displayed stepdaughters 
and the evil Slapsy Jim. 

"Step-Daddy!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Kathie Dobson had been the first to react to Delores's cries of delight. She 
pivoted around on the carpet, unaware for a split second who had seen the 
three of them in their lewd triple climax just now, her mind shattered with 
the fright of being caught this way. Then, with terrifying clarity, she 
recognized the figure of her stepfather in the hallway. 

"Step-Daddy!" she yelped. 

"Oh no!" Sherry groaned. To be discovered like this by their stepfather! Oh 
God, this was the worst thing imaginable, and shaking the vestiges of her 
satiation from herself, she thought wildly of how to escape. Then her 
inexperienced emotions took another tumble as she saw her stepfather as he 
really was, not standing in gapingeyed horror at his stepchildren's 
indiscretions and ready to kill Slapsy Jim for having molested thembut as 
Harry Dobson really was! On his knees, perched shamefaced over the body of a 
strange naked girl! 

Kathie, too, comprehended then the whole incredibly obscene situation, 
seeing her stepfather's long, reddened, and glistening penis hovering like a 
divining rod above the still quivering buttocks of a brunette teenager not 
much older in years than she! 

In a single blinding flash, both twins realized that he'd been watching them 
being depravedly corrupted, while he fucked this other girl in some 
lascivious sexual encounter. 

Harry tottered upright, stumbling forward in abject humiliation. Even though 
he had caught his stepchildren naked and wanton, he knew now that it hadn't 
given him the right to do what he'd done with Delores. "Look, let me explain 
... " 

"You've been out there all the time!" Sherry gasped in horror. "You've been 
out there all the time, and never tried to save us!" 

"You got your kicks seeing us raped and humiliated!" Kathie accused in 
horror. "God, you're worse than Slapsy!" 

"I hate you! I hate you!" Sherry screamed in that overly righteous 
indignation only those who are guilty can muster. She whirled around, tears 
of loathing, hurt, and shame streaming in a torrent down her cheeks, and if 
it hadn't been for the quick, strong hand of Slapsy Jim restraining her, she 
would have fled from the room. 

"Not so fast, kiddo," the naked gangster growled from his sitting position 
on the carpet. "The evening's still not over." 

"Slapsy...." Harry faltered, his mouth parched dry. "Look, about Delores ... 
" 

"Fuck Delores," Slapsy Jim snapped as if dismissing her from the 
conversation, and then he added with a lewd chuckle: "Which is what you've 
been doing, so I see. 

Harry, I don't know what got into that pinpointed head of yours to come back 
and spy on us, but that ain't what's important now." 

"It ... It's not?" 

"Let me go!" Sherry whimpered, writhing in his grasp. "Let me go!" 

"Shut-up, you!" the gangster snarled menacingly, and then said to Harry: 
"Looks like we've got the makings of a sweet little orgy, I'd say. I mean, 
Delores is enough of a twist to take us both on together all night long, but 
hell, we've got your two stepdaughters handy and just starting to turn on, 
and it'd be a damn waste of good flesh to see all of this go to shame. 
Whaddya say, Harry? Break out some more of my booze, and we'll have a nice, 
long party, and hell ... come to think about it, one of the twins ain't been 
punctured in the pussy yet!" 

Kathy sucked in her breath, realizing that Slapsy Jim was referring 
especially to her. 

She couldn't reply at first, the only burning thought reeling through her 
mind that she simply couldn't willingly let this horrible gangster take her 
virginity now, not in front of her own stepfather! She heard with ringing 
ears as the man who'd been her and Sherry's guardian all these years cleared 
his throat, blinking his eyes with indecision. 

"Well, I don't know, Slapsy Jim ... " 

"I won't let you!" she hissed violently at the gangster. "I won't let you 
get near me ever again!" She-edged away from him, eyes wide with horror and 
fury. 

"Come here, bitch," Slapsy Jim commanded. "If I say you're going to fuck, 
you'll fuck. 

If I say you're going to suck, you'll suck. And the same goes for your twin 
sister!" 

It snapped then, the spontaneous bursting in Kathie's head that crashed the 
ugliness of the situation down over her mind with shattering force. She knew 
she had to get out, to run and run and never return, and spinning on her 
heel, she darted for the door. Slapsy leaned back and snagged her with his 
free hand. She turned and twisted in his grip, biting his hand as hard as 
she could. His howl of rage was only dim in her ears and her brain pounded 
with the insane, single desire to run ... run . . 

. 

Slapsy Jim clutched at her foot, but she was already racing naked for the 
front door, her breasts jiggling wildly and her lungs threatening to burst 
from fear and exertion. 

"Jesus, get her, Harry!" she heard behind her, and then she was at the door, 
charging outside and down the lawn and then along the empty, dark street.... 

"Damn, she always was fast," Harry panted as he stood naked by the door of 
his house. He watched the retreating form of his nude stepdaughter as she 
dashed away. "What are we going to do, Slapsy Jim?" 

"We've got to get her!" the gangster snarled. "Christ, we can't let her get 
away so she can blab about this!" 

"But ... we can't go out like this!" Harry protested. "We'd get arrested for 
indecent exposure!" He looked back into the living room, and the cluster of 
naked people. 

Slapsy Jim still held Sherry by her wrist, and Delores was standing 
fearfully toward the back, one hand pressed to her throat in a gesture of 
apprehension. 

Harry whined, "What are we going to do...?" 

... Kathie Dobson whimpered and cried as she ran along the street, sped on 
by the knowledge of what would happen if Slapsy Jim caught her, and the 
single idea made her uncaring that she was without clothing, without pride, 
without anything other than terror. Her legs felt as if made of rubber, and 
her breath was coming in short pantings as she reached the first 
intersection. She dashed across the road, not seeing the headlights of a 
slowly cruising automobile, or hearing the sudden screech of brakes. 

"Hey!" came a harsh masculine voice in surprise, and then the slam of a car 
door. 

Kathie just kept on running ... only to be clutched by two hands that held 
her like steel traps. 

"No! NO, no more!" she wailed frantically, terror-strickenly twisting and 
squirming to break away. But the hands and arms swallowed her waist in a 
massive bear-hug, almost choking the breath from her lungs. "Let me go! Let 
me go!" 

"Easy there! Easy there, girl! We're the police!" 

"Wh-what? Th-The police?" 

"On neighborhood patrol," a second man's voice said out of the mercifully 
dark night, and then a flashlight beam shown in her face. "Hey, Clyde, I 
know her! She's one of the Dobson girls!" 

"Get a blanket from the car, O'Malley. We can't have her running around 
naked like this." Clyde, the first patrolman, eased his grip somewhat, 
though still unsure if she'd try to break away. His voice was low but grave. 
"Now, what's this all about?" 

Kathie couldn't stop herself from sobbing wildly now, weeping convulsively 
as if drained of all her energy. Her words came out strangled and 
incomplete. "StepDaddy ... Oh God, no more ... No more there. Up the street, 
Step-Daddy and Slapsy Jim ... " 

"Slapsy Jim Rule!" O'Malley snarled, throwing a warm blanket around the 
naked girl's shoulders. "How I'd love to hang a rap on that bastard!" 

"M-my sister ... they've got her. He'll ... He'll do awful ... awful ... 
things to her. He's already raped her ... and me...." Clyde led the grieving 
girl to the squad car and gently placed in the back seat. He turned to his 
partner, face set in hardness. "O'Malley, drive up the street to the Dobson 
house. I think we better look into this." 

"Right." 

"And O'Malley?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Check your gun. I've a feeling Slapsy Jim isn't going to like our breaking 
in on his little party." 


THE END 
