LLP-381  Too Much Desire
(Paul Ramsey)


CHAPTER ONE 

A great Pacific roller started curling three hundred yards out to sea, 
sucked the water up before it as it gained momentum and feathered into white 
froth all along its fifty yards of length. The wave boiled higher and higher 
and sped toward the pilings below the Blue Note, finally crashing with a 
thunderous explosion into the underpinnings and swirling like soapsuds in a 
monstrous drain. 

"My God," Ted Dorsey whispered hoarsely to himself, putting aside his 
saxophone in awe, "that shook the floorboards loose." He turned to the 
others sitting at the otherwise deserted bar. "Winter is on its way. It's a 
good thing we're getting out of here." They looked at him and decided his 
comment didn't require an answer. 

He turned back to the window and saw another big one rushing in a little 
further south. He followed it all the way to the beach where it collapsed on 
the sand, exhausted. His eyes moved to the closed summer houses of Newport, 
and he ticked them off one by one. The pink and gray pile, almost obscured 
by shrubbery, belonged to leggy Nancy Haylock. He had spent more time before 
and after hours there than anywhere else. Every week she had a new shipment 
of female friends down from San Francisco and every party was wilder than 
the last. He licked his lips thinking about the one two weeks ago when four 
luscious Mills College freshmen had taken his whole group on in a wild no 
holds barred orgy. 

Next door to Nancy's place was an exposed terrace belonging to the Emery's 
house. The parties there had been quieter but just as interesting. He moved 
his gaze up the beach counting off practically every house as he remembered 
what had gone on there. All things considered, he decided it was a good 
summer. 

Besides all the extracurricular fun, his combo had gelled for the first time 
since he was pushing at the edge of the really big time ten years ago, when 
he was twenty-five, a saxophonist compared to the best. Desmond and Mulligan 
had both laid the compliments on him in the jazz magazines, and it had 
seemed nothing could stop him. Then he broke up with his frigid but 
voluptuous wife, and the big rock and roll boom folded most of the 
engagements for jazz groups, and - hell, he had to admit it, his style had 
started getting repetitious. 

But now he had found his head again, he had suffered one hell of a lot more, 
and he had brought together a new vigorous quartet. Rock seemed to be on its 
way out, and there might be room again for the right kind of jazz in the 
musical world. He had updated his sound enough to bring in some of the 
fervor that made rock big, and several recording companies had started 
sniffing around, not committing themselves, but interested. 

The summer gig at the Blue Note had paid well, had given him a good time, 
and the members of his group really worked well together. Only one thing was 
lacking now, and he would be ready to start the big ride to the top again, 
and this time he would make it, by God, or blow his brains out trying. He 
had to have a young girl singer. Not just any singer, either. A singer who 
had everything it takes -- looks, a voice, a feeling for the sex and 
suffering of the soul that is the root of all jazz, and an ability to create 
a whole world of emotion with each song. In other words, he thought, she has 
to be perfect, to lay the lyrics on the crowd as though she really believed 
what she was saying, that she was mouthing the words for the first time, and 
it's true. 

Not too much to ask, he thought wryly. To make it worse, the only sure thing 
would be an absolute unknown with all those attributes. He couldn't risk 
having it thought that his group sounded good because the singer was a 
recognized star who had pulled them together. 

The door opened at the far end of the bar, and he heard the sound of heels 
tapping over the parquet. Even without looking, he knew she was something 
because Ed the drummer, started a low growl in his throat. As he turned to 
watch the girl approach. Ruby Rogers, who played the piano and was the only 
female in the group announced, "Here's another one, Teddie." Her voice was 
flat and cold, which meant that she agreed with Ed. He turned all the way 
around -- saw Kathy Mills for the first time and felt his balls beginning to 
tighten. 

She was tall, with long beautifully tapered legs. As they scissored back and 
forth, carrying her toward him, her young thighs pushed against the short 
black skirt, showing him that they were firm all the way up. She moved with 
self-assurance, holding her shoulders back so that her full, firmly-shaped 
breasts pushed proudly against her thin white blouse where her blazer was 
open. She knew what she had was good and used it. Her ivory neck held her 
head in a slightly aloof manner but escaped giving her a disdainful look. He 
could have called her a blonde, except that her hair was more the color of 
light cornsilk. She had an untroubled looking forehead, and her blue eyes 
were set slightly farther apart than normal which gave her an exotic 
appearance even more startling because of her nose, small and turned up just 
enough that her dark nostrils would forever appear to be slightly flared, as 
if in excitement. Her wide, generous lips were parted and poised at the edge 
of a smile. She's beautiful, Ted said to himself, feeling his prick quiver 
like some wild animal awakening from sleep as she moved straight for him. 
She has class, style and bubbles with the flavors of sex. Let her be able to 
sing, that's all I ask. Let her have a voice.' And let me into her tight 
little pants just once before this day is through. 

When she was fifteen feet away and really smiling sweetly now, he ran his 
eyes appreciatively over her young body again. Level shoulders, firmly 
upthrust breasts, a waist smaller than he would have believed possible with 
such full promising hips and thighs. And her supplely curving calves were 
musical phrases imitating each other. 

"Dorsey?" she said to him and stopped, looking directly at him with those 
marvelous eyes, and he couldn't believe his ears. 

Her soft feminine voice caught at his shorts-entrapped groin like a grinning 
fishhook pulling at the throbbing head of his huge penis. 

When Kathy had opened the door and saw the musicians sitting at the far end 
of the deserted bar, she took hold of herself and walked as though she had 
all the confidence in the world. A minute before she had been scared stiff, 
but she sensed she would be on stage until she left the club, and she began 
playing to them immediately. She took in who was there at a glance. One 
short man was sitting with his back to the bar, one elbow on the bar itself, 
his hand curled around a drink. He had curly blond hair and a masculine face 
that was not handsome but had a rugged look that made him appealing in a 
certain way. She could tell that he was short because he had to stretch his 
leg to balance a toe on the floor from the barstool. Next to him sat a 
youngish woman with her well-shaped legs crossed and both of her feet 
resting on the highest rung of the stool, her round dimpled knees skewered 
to one side, revealing almost all of her black-stockinged thigh and the edge 
of black silk panties. The woman was pretty, but in a way that would 
disappear soon, now that her flush of youth was leaving her. She had wavy 
brown hair, an oval face with large brown eyes and a small heart-shaped 
mouth. She was hunched so that it was difficult to tell whether she had good 
breasts or not, but Kathy was willing to bet they were small and hard. The 
other heavier man stood with his back to her, dressed in a blue suit and a 
white turtleneck sweater. He was tall and had black curly hair that was very 
thick and wavy. From the way he stood and the strong-looking neck, Kathy 
knew he was Ted Dorsey. He started to turn as the brown-haired woman at the 
bar said something, and Kathy braced herself. She had heard his name and 
listened to his records since she first started singing. He was one of her 
favorite musicians and now she was going to actually speak to him in the 
flesh, even sing for him. She used her old trick of holding on to her 
confidence as he continued to turn slowly and look at her. 

She thought of her youthfully-firm body, which she knew was beautiful, and 
she concentrated on each curving part of it as she always did when she sang. 
She felt the firm pink nipples of her full breasts sliding silkily on the 
cool material of her encasing nylon brassiere, felt her short skirt sliding 
suggestively on the rounded tops of her resiliently firm thighs as she 
pushed them enticingly forward with each step, seeking more contact between 
her glowing skin and her softly clinging skirt. She thought of her rounded 
buttocks slipping warmly against each other, up and down, up and down as she 
walked. Her long blonde hair which had never been touched by a beauty 
operator, brushed teasingly at the dusky nape of her neck and over her thin 
seashell ears. 

By the time she had mentally run over the look of her body, she was close 
enough to smile openly. She exhaled completely through her nose and spoke in 
a breathy whisper she had learned men liked to hear from pretty women. 

"Mr. Dorsey?" she said almost flirtingly and thrust out her hand, making at 
the same time the smallest forward motion with her inviting young pelvis in 
the instinctive female gesture. A ribald curious light flickered momentarily 
behind his dark brown eyes, and she knew she had made the desired 
impression, even too much so, and she recoiled inwardly from his 
lewdly-inquiring glimpse at her. Now if she could only sing as well as she 
knew she was able to... Don't get stage fright now, Kathy, she silently 
scolded herself. 

Ted didn't feel like wasting any time talking. He just had to find out what 
this incredibly-endowed young chick could do on stage. He introduced her 
perfunctorily to the others and then motioned imperially for the musicians 
to get on the stand. 

Kathy was taken aback by his impatience to get started. She watched the 
slender brown-haired woman with insulting eyes and a suggestive walk move to 
take her seat at the piano. The short devil-faced red-haired man winked 
knowingly at her and took his place at the drums. 

Ted could tell that although the girl had a hell of a lot of composure, she 
was nervous. As he put on his neck cord and reached for his sax, he asked 
her a few questions to try to put her more at ease. He couldn't keep his 
eyes off the billowing front of her blouse as he spoke to her, and she 
blushed slightly as if she were nearly accustomed to being looked at that 
way. 

"How old are you, Kathy?" he asked, trying to keep his voice even. 

"Nineteen," she answered, then seemed to think this was too young and 
quickly added, "but I've been singing for a long time. Four years with a 
college combo from Cal. We've even played Newport twice." 

"That's great. You must know the repertory then." He took his position at 
the side of the stand next to the piano. The young girl hesitated a minute 
and then stepped boldly onto the podium. 

When she took the step upward to the raised podium, her skirt slid up her 
firmly-fleshed white thighs, and he could see the softly-flaring flesh of 
her buttocks. 

"I think I know the repertory," she breathed, "but I'm best on Christy-type 
ballads." 

"That's fine, but you understand we have to do all styles, and turn 
everything into something that sounds like nobody else. I'm sure you can 
handle it once you get the feel of our sounds." 

"Oh yes. I've listened to you for years... " She stopped, embarrassed, 
thinking maybe she was insulting him by suggesting he was so much older than 
she was. She took a good look at his handsome face, however and saw that not 
only was he not old-looking as she had feared, but he was easily the 
handsomest man she had ever seen. Darkly thick eyebrows and hair, deep brown 
eyes that really looked at you, and a good strong nose above a sensual 
mouth. He had a squarish face that suggested brutal force, and there was a 
kind of demanding tenderness in his eyes. 

"Good. Then we'll probably get along fine," Ted said, and he counted out 
loud, "One, two. One, two, three, four," and the introduction started 
sultrily. 

At first Kathy was timidly frightened. He hadn't asked her what she wanted 
to sing, what key, nor did he tell her what song they were doing... but as 
they neared the end of the sixteen bars of intro insinuating languorousness 
into the notes, she had left her worries behind and knew where she was 
going. It was a song she had done a hundred times, and they must have 
guessed her range from her speaking voice because it was right on it. She 
heard the wildly-dissonant pickup chord and took a deep breath, hoisting her 
full-breasted mounds higher under her clinging blouse. Her eyes focused on 
the empty infinity beyond the room and began the mournful ballad "Love for 
Sale," taken at a tempo just fast enough to turn it into something an 
eager-limbed young prostitute might sing haughtily instead of the way a 
worn-out fleshy hooker might do it. 

Ted let his sax dangle uselessly from the neck cord, his strong hands 
wrapped around the caps and ridges lovingly and listened almost 
lasciviously, staring at the shapely back of the statuesque young girl. His 
heart jumped wildly after the first advertising call as she sang lustily: 
"Love for sale. Appetizing young love for sale. Love that is young and still 
unspoiled, love that is only slightly soiled... " Goddamn, he thought, Kathy 
Mills could sing convincingly, and she could turn the nearly lewd lyrics 
into a suggestive story. He moved stealthily so that he could watch her 
youthful face as she sang and keep his mind off the tautly-rounded buttocks 
bouncing almost indecently to the flailing beat. He wanted to hear every 
musical nuance before he started observing her lithe body moving so 
delectably. He could barely believe his ears; Jesus, she was good! And her 
innocent young face lived through the meaning of the stimulative words as 
though she were on the darkly sinister street hawking her luscious body to 
the luridly inquisitive passersby. He looked for telltale signs that she had 
memorized her facial expressions and bodily movements to go with the words, 
but everything seemed to be extemporaneous. She was clearly just a naive 
young girl, her ripe body lewdly obvious, but guardedly unavailable. 

After the first mesmerizing chorus, he cut in resolutely with the sax 
seconding her mood, and when she came in slidingly for the recap, he stayed 
with her to the wildly-climactic plea at the end, riding her beseeching 
phrases like a brutally angry lover answering her wanton cries. 

Kathy took it out to the end and held the last quivering tone with her head 
rocking defenselessly forward as if in defeat while the group closed solidly 
with a lewdly goading tag. They were silent for a few nervous seconds after 
the sounds finally died, and then she raised her young blonde head 
listlessly and looked at them questioningly. He said gruffly as he turned 
aggressively to the drummer, "Ed, run down to Sandy's and tell Hank to get 
up here pronto." 

Ed looked at him quizzically, but he did as he was told, glancing 
appreciatively at Kathy's firm young body as he unstraddled his hard perch 
behind the drum set. 

"While we wait, let's have a little talk, honey," Ted said huskily, taking 
her forcefully by her soft upper arm. 

Kathy felt the firm grasp of his masterful fingers on her skin and felt 
almost dizzy. He really seemed to like her singing, and his tone of 
affection made her slightly giddy. Her heart was hotly pounding in her 
slender throat as she walked hesitantly with him toward the bar. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The next morning Kathy was still incredulous. She woke up in her lonely room 
and looked out at the torpid sun-drenched beach, not wanting to get up, 
preferring to lie languidly alone and think about yesterday. She slowly 
pushed the confining sheet off with her feet and stretched voluptuously in 
the sunlight flooding the room. Her short, almost transparently-clinging 
nightdress hid practically nothing of her female charms. The firm peaks of 
her thrusting breasts formed small tents in the fabric with the tiny erect 
nipples serving as little struts. Her skin showed through the flimsy fabric, 
a smooth creamy-tan color. The dipping swirl of her tiny rounded navel moved 
evenly up and down with her light breathing, and her tautly-white stomach 
formed a slight arch to the small triangle of softly-curling, com-silk pubic 
hair, her full hips an eye-catching pain of fleshy parentheses enclosing 
that untouched triangle with its apex at the junction of the thighs. The 
young girl's eyes had a dreamy look, and her velvet-lipped mouth was 
slightly parted in an imitation of the little vertical smile on her vaginal 
lips up between her beautifully-curved legs. Kathy arched her back 
delightedly as she stretched, forcing her softly-fleshed breasts, and the 
rounded globes of her buttocks pressed firmly into the mattress. 

Ted Dorsey - she couldn't yet think of him as Ted, as he had insisted - told 
her she was the best singer he had heard in the try-outs. And he had said 
that more than twenty other young singers had answered the ad, some of them 
real professionals. Her body tingled with excitement when she remembered his 
deep voice telling her that approvingly. She had never wanted anything else 
but to sing, and to do it with a good group, to become famous, to make 
records and meet glamorous people. She had assumed from the moment he sent 
the drummer hurrying after the bass man that she was the one he wanted and 
it was all she could do to keep from thrilling out to him her unbounded joy. 
Then he had gotten right down to a proper business-like interview and ended 
up by giving her a rough statement of what would be expected of her if she 
were signed on. 

"I'm sure you are already aware of this, Kathy," he had said. "On this 
level, music is not a way of making a living, it's a way of life. You have 
to give everything you've got to the group, or you won't fit in. When we're 
together, we're really together, and while nobody's boss, we all agree to do 
the same things." 

She nodded her eager agreement, and felt shyly that there was a lot more to 
what he was saying than he was spelling out. She felt he was telling her she 
would have to give not only her voice, but her soul, her very inward being, 
and even her young body, over to him. Well, she thought, if that's what it 
takes, then I'm ready to do it, but she winced uncontrollably in her mind. 

He talked some more about the tour of one-night stands that was set up, and 
how they were to end up on a San Francisco TV Jazz Marathon for big money. 
The more he talked in his soft low voice, the more excited and incredulous 
she became. She was so deliriously happy she thought she would explode, and 
yet the insinuating maleness of his voice and masculine presence unnerved 
her. At one point she almost jumped up and grabbed him to kiss him and 
shout, "thank you, thank you"... but she fortunately was able to control 
herself. 

Then the drummer came back with the heavy-set sandy-haired bass player, 
Hank, and they played through set after set. 

She rolled slowly over onto her side on the bed as she remembered, pulling 
up her knee revealingly so that the softly-curling strands of young blonde 
pubic hair up between her firm-fleshed thighs showed at the top of her long, 
slimly-tapered legs. Her whole body was aching with a feverish joy from her 
singing success the day before, and she didn't know what to do to stop the 
tantalizing ache. She traced her fingers down over the flowing mound of her 
hip and traced the curve of her narrow waist up to her softly-fleshed 
breast, cupping it lightly in the palm of her hand. That felt a little bit 
better. 

She recalled that yesterday afternoon, after two hours of singing, she had 
been losing a little bit of ground - they had been at it for too long - and 
Ted called for a real steamer "Baby Loves Me So Well." She had felt she 
needed badly a fresh edge on her emotion for that tune and started thinking 
about Roger, the boy she had been in love with. 

"Roger," she had thought with a growing excitement. "Roger." He had been 
dating her for two years when he went to college, and when he formed his own 
group, she had started singing with them. Since then she had gone out only 
with him, and it was understood they would someday get married. It was 
getting more and more difficult to keep him from going too far with her, 
however, and she had persuaded her parents to let her work in Newport for 
the summer and think about what she wanted to do now that she was out of 
high school. Roger had been angry when she told him, but her parents were 
relieved, suspecting what was going on between her and him, and they agreed. 

While she had been singing "Baby Loves Me So Well" she had thought back to 
the last night she had gone out with Roger and the thought continued on with 
her now in the quietness of her room. After a movie, he had driven her again 
out to the edge of the hidden lake where they had always gone for petting. 
She didn't want to go, but he drove there resolutely. 

He started off as usual, telling her he loved her more than anything, softly 
kissing tenderly at the lobe of her ear. He knew that he could drive her 
nearly crazy and he always did it when she wasn't really in the mood to play 
around. She kept staring straight ahead to the moonlit lake while he 
whispered airily into the silkiness of her hair, praying inwardly that her 
body would refuse to respond to him as he ran his moistly-heated tongue 
around the inner folds of her ear. Soon she was nervously breathing a little 
faster, and he boldly pushed his hot tongue-tip as far as it would go into 
her invaded ear, at the same time moving his hand stealthily from her bare 
white shoulder to cup her fully-ripe breast still encased in her 
tightly-restraining brassiere. She could feel the pink-tipped nipple begin 
to harden under his gently-pinching fingers and the fiery glow begin up 
between her tightly-clenched thighs. It always made her so ashamed that she 
couldn't keep herself from being wildly excited when he touched her. She had 
been taught by her mother that she should never even let a boy's hands touch 
her body, but the young girl would nevertheless get so heated up in spite of 
herself that she would almost completely lose control. She would shamelessly 
begin to revel in whatever he tried to do to her. 

He teasingly urged the uprising nipple to a hardened firmness and ran his 
nibbling lips along the unprotected nape of her neck. Kathy twisted 
nervously in her seat with a small complaining moan, and Roger knew she was 
heatedly waking up to his caresses despite her hesitancy. 

"Honey... " he growled and reached under the warm back of her now-loosened 
blouse to unhook her protective brassiere. His sharp nails ran lightly over 
the bare skin of her naked back as he reached surely up to the clasp, and he 
felt her shudder in anticipation. The large bulge of his heavily-pulsing 
penis was already excitedly clamoring for attention in his imprisoning 
jockey shorts, but he did not want to rush her. She had been trying to ward 
off his advances too much lately; it really was as if she had gone as far as 
she was ever going to go with him. 

The brassiere was loose now, useless, and he furtively slipped his demanding 
hand under her smooth, white-skinned arm and firmly cupped her quivering 
breast, the hard little nipple warm and firmly erect between his grasping 
second and third fingers. Kathy made a low-stricken sound deep in her throat 
and twisted her eager young body so that her legs were pressed tightly 
against his. Her heatedly-heaving pelvis began little circular movements 
which she could barely control, though she reviled herself violently for her 
shameless reaction to his hands. 

His gentle tweaking of her cresting nipple flared a torch-like sensation up 
into her moistly-heated vagina, and Kathy reserved a part of her mind to 
stop him with before he could go too far. She could feel her racing pulse 
throbbing almost unbearable between her tightly-clenching thighs and she 
rubbed her knees together to brazenly squeeze the hot pleasure-point up 
between the now fully-moistened lips of her cunt. The trembling young girl 
pressed her hotly-perspiring hands on the back of Roger's neck and heatedly 
pulled his wetly-sucking mouth from her naked breast up to her lips, feeling 
the cool night air flowing over her saliva-wet nipple. Her searching tongue 
thrust immediately through his half-open mouth and sought his own, their 
sexually-heated saliva mixing wetly. Roger's tongue snaked forward, pushing 
hers back and she closed her teeth on it loosely, sucking at it voraciously 
as she wanted it touching her all the way back in her throat. He was 
breathing heavily on her silken cheek, and this excited her even more. She 
groaned hopelessly up into his mouth and pressed her back into the comer of 
the seat, pulling him with her, and she spread her legs wide apart, one knee 
high up on the back of the seat, the other stretched out full length under 
the dashboard. The hotly-aroused young man began grinding his eager pelvis 
slowly and hungrily into the hot steaming vee of her loins, and pressed his 
hard male organ forcefully against her widespread young loins. He could feel 
the torrid sexual heat being generated by her sensuously-aroused cunt all 
the way through her restraining panties and his trousers. 

Roger held both her full, desire-swollen young breasts in his massaging 
hands now, his own chest pressing urgently against them as he unrestrainedly 
ground and rubbed his rock-hard penis against her eager, panty-covered 
vaginal slit. His sperm-bloated testicles were on fire, filling with a hot 
impatience, swelling his lust-hardened penis with even more of the great but 
unbearable hardness inside his tightly-filling shorts. 

Kathy was panting in frenzied excitement when he suddenly rolled on his side 
on the seat and pulled her down roughly beside him, slipping her blouse and 
loose bra up to her now-exposed armpits, revealing her firmly-ripened 
breasts in all their naked glory, the small pink nipples nearly bursting in 
aching hardness. At the same time he put his head down closer to the heaving 
white orbs and began circling the tiny erect nipples with his 
wetly-quivering tongue, occasionally nipping the firm red buds in his teeth. 
His insistent hand caressed the soft inner flesh of her thighs and pressed 
into her hotly-pulsing crevice to feel the warm vaginal juices dampening the 
crotchband of her thin nylon panties. 

"Ohhhhh... Roger. Nooooooo. I can't stand it!" she moaned, helplessly, her 
eyes closed tightly, her head thrown back in shameless abandon. "Press your 
fingers harder against my panties down there!" 

Kathy could feel her erectly-throbbing clitoris jerking hotly against his 
pressing hand, and she ground her loins wantonly up into it, rhythmically 
churning her firmly-rounded hips on the seat below. His wet lips were 
burning her globular white breasts, and she brushed them up against his 
face, feeling his nose and his chin sinking into her tautly-resilient flesh. 
Against her smooth thigh, his virile, lust-hardened young cock rubbed up and 
down, up and down, and she pushed her hips forward into the thickly-bulging 
shaft of flesh as he groaned deliciously in pleasure over the savory feasts 
of her naked breasts. 

"Spread your legs wide!" Roger ordered suddenly, hissing against her 
hardened nipple, and he fitted two fingers into the hotly-wet slit up 
between her legs, pressing them lengthwise over the moist little cuntal 
opening. She pulled down on his invading fingers as hard as she could, and 
the quivering insides of her smooth fleshy thighs shuddered in ecstasy. He 
turned his hand and slipped his out-stretched middle finger under the tight 
elastic legband of her panties and into the softly-curling pubic hair now 
wet with her perspiration and excitedly-flowing vaginal juices. The girl 
shivered in uncontrollable excitement and arched her narrow back as the 
probing fingers moved maddenly around the moistly-swollen lips of her narrow 
back as the probing fingers moved maddenly around the moistly-swollen lips 
of her narrow little cuntal opening, teasing at the thin, blonde-curling 
pubic hair, flicking hotly across the passion-drenched slit. Finally she 
jerked her rolling pelvis upward and forced his fingers further under her 
panties to touch the sensitively-vibrant clitoris; he circled it lightly 
before slipping his middle finger deep down into the well-lubricated mouth 
of her eager young cunt. 

Kathy shuddered and sighed even as she recoiled from the brutal force of his 
remorseless probing, and then pushed her heatedly-quivering pussy back down 
onto the impaling middle finger. He shoved at the hotly-pulsating little 
hole, and felt it sucking hungrily back at his fingertips. Her hips were 
grinding wildly up against him now, and her beautifully-curved breasts were 
heaving their fleshy whiteness into contact with his avid face as he nipped 
and sucked at the hard, bud-like nipples harder and harder. 

At last he felt what he was aching for! Kathy had begun scrabbling at his 
beltline, trying to get under to grab his throbbing blood-filled cock. He 
shifted to help her and in his lust-swollen balls he felt a sudden flash of 
heat from the boiling semen building up inside them. Then she unbuckled his 
belt and her self-willed fingers slipped slowly down inside his enclosing 
shorts, her pink-lacquered nails rubbing lightly through the crisp dark hair 
on his belly until they found and circled around the heatedly-pulsating tip 
of his long hard penis. 

"Ohhhhhh, God," he groaned. "Squeeze it, honey. Play with it!" 

Slowly, tantalizingly, she ran her nails all around the thick pulsing head 
of his cock and pinched it from time to time, making wantonly-incoherent 
sounds in her throat as she twisted impatiently on the seat. She explored 
the rubbery skin of the blunted head and etched her pink nails around the 
sensitive crown, the soft palm of her hand pressing teasingly against the 
ever-moistening tip of his long hard rigidness. 

Kathy stopped writhing for a moment as she concentrated lewdly on his 
stone-hard member, making a circle of her fingers that moved tantalizingly 
and slowly down the full fiery length of his lust-hardened rod until she 
felt the bristling hair on his swollen testicles. Gently, with great 
consideration for his pleasure, she cupped his aching balls in her hand and 
squeezed them. 

It felt so good to him that it actually hurt, and his now slightly-oozing 
cockhead trembled against her forearm. As the young girl began stroking and 
pulling more intensely at his balls, pausing sometimes to clasp the 
excitedly-quivering penis and massage the loose outer skin up and down, he 
continued carefully stroking her hotly-wet cunt, his middle finger worming 
farther up inside the moisture-covered lips of the pink vertical opening 
until it finally reached all the way up to the flat of his palm into the 
greedily-sucking vagina. He pulled reluctantly away from the inward suction 
to press forward with his hot, intruding knuckles all the way up against her 
heatedly vibrating clitoris. 

Kathy squirmed on his insistent finger, and Roger was suddenly inflamed 
beyond control. He slipped his pants and shorts down a little more at the 
same time, then leaned over her grinning lewdly as he kissed her 
wetly-glistening lips, all the while holding his stiffly-throbbing penis in 
his band. Pulling her panty-crotchband aside again, he searched for the 
throbbing passion-soaked slit with his thumb and touched the head of his 
painfully burning penis to her virginal young pussy, feeling the hot cuntal 
fluids wet and heated against the tips of it. He began moving it up and down 
the entire moistly-pulsating vaginal slit, probing teasingly to bring a 
reaction from the young girl. 

Kathy found his penis in her fingers and explored it with the same sense of 
obscene wonder she had the first time she had allowed her hand to be put 
there. Now that she knew his cock well, knew what he liked for her hands to 
do to him, knew what it would do when taken to the raging limit, his 
massively-throbbing shaft inflamed her young body even more than his 
hot-palmed hands could ever do. 

She found the tiny thin slit in the end of it and used her thumb to rub the 
flowing juices around the pulsing tip. She stroked down the full vibrating 
length of the excitedly-quivering rod and palmed their heavy, sperm-filled 
softness. She thought of what people called the penis - "prick," 

"cock," 

"dick," and her already wildly-quivering vagina grew even hotter and wetter. 

Not "vagina," she thought, with a thrill of forbidden excitement, he's 
playing with my "pussy." He's finger-fucking my cunt! And I'm tickling his 
cock and balls! She wondered wickedly what he would think if she used those 
dirty words out loud, but she didn't dare shape the words with her mouth. 
His worming finger was urging her moist young pussy to open wide and suck 
wetly against his hand as the heatedly-sucking lips of his mouth nipped at 
her tingling, pebble-hard nipples. Roger pushed her back flat onto the 
plastic-covered car seat and leaned forward to pull down his trousers all 
the way off so she could get to his excitedly-jerking cock more easily. She 
knew instinctively that he would soon be cumming now, and wanted it to go on 
longer. She saw the rock-hard length come free of its restraints and stand 
up eagerly pulsating in the moonlight, the love juice lubricating its 
shining tip. She wanted him to get back to her hungrily-waiting pussy now, 
and bring her to a rocketing climax, and she closed her eyes tightly, 
thinking prick, cunt, pussy, cock, tits. She felt him moving back into 
place. Something blunt and hard was nosing against the entrance of her open, 
curl-fringed cunt-lips. 

"No! Roger, no! I won't let you... " She felt the invading tip of his 
heavily-pulsating cock touch the hot, aching little spot between her 
wide-stretched legs and almost let him do it, almost let herself think he 
was pushing with his finger, so much did she want his virile, 
desire-hardened young cock to come into her. She pushed him away by his hip 
bones and sat up, her large swollen breasts squeezing tightly against each 
other. 

"Oh, God, Roger, I told you you could never do that. I want to still be a 
virgin when I marry. Take me home," she said, pulling down her blouse over 
the luscious white mounds of her breasts. 

"Honey, I'm dying, I've got to get in you... " 

"Home, I said." Her voice did not carry real conviction and Roger knew that 
this only meant that if he would settle for what they usually did, she would 
go along. He resigned himself to that, resenting her interruption, and 
resolved to get back at her somehow while he was persuading her to stay. 

When she relented, he suddenly kissed her hard, their tongues lashing hotly 
together in their mouths, her hands feverishly drawing his kneading fingers 
onto her breasts. He milked hungrily at the firmly-ripe breasts as she 
stroked his thick, long cock with both hands, dipping down lower to the 
softness of his balls with each lust-inciting stroke. 

"Now let's do it our way, honey," Kathy said. His mouth came away from hers 
as he thrust his aching groin into her working hands. 

She raised up higher on the seat and slipped her flimsy white panties down 
frantically over the smooth white globes of her buttocks, slowly inching 
them off, handing them finally to Roger. He reached out and dropped their 
silky softness, perfumed heavily by her hotly-boiling cunt, on the dashboard 
and leaned back against the door expectantly. She unbuttoned her blouse, 
letting the full white fruits of her breasts spill free, and pulled her 
skirt up to her waist. She leaned back seductively against the opposite door 
and looked at him with a wicked, suggestive little smile as she reached down 
to touch in the midst of her own hotly-steaming vaginal fluids with one hand 
while with the other she moved to stroke her own breasts. She pinched hard 
at one of the firm erect nipples and then at the other, still smiling at 
him, licking her lipstick-glistening lips. 

Roger watched her take off her silken panties, loving the look of her curved 
milk-white ass. She opened her blouse, revealing her perfect taut breasts 
there in his full view, her own fingers moving around on their nakedness. 

The cum seemed about to geyser its way right out of his sperm-filled balls, 
and when she touched the hair-lined lips of her hot little pussy, the turgid 
head of his long prick jerked and more of the clear white lava bubbled out 
of the open little slit in its swelling head. He knew that if he started 
jerking off now he would be cumming long before she was ready, and it was 
hard to keep his hands away. He squeezed his buttocks tightly together and 
concentrated on the way she had cupped her own vagina and was finger-fucking 
herself up between her open thighs. 

As she fondled her own breasts, her eyes ecstatically closed now, her 
fingers searching and finally finding her hot moist clitoris, the straining 
pink trigger of her cuntal slit, he knew she was such a hot piece of ass 
that someday she would surely give in to him. Her tongue-moistened lips were 
open wider now and she was breathing harder, her fingers rubbing her hot, 
eager young pussy and moving in a definite rhythm matched by the 
lewdly-displayed swaying of her hips. The firm globular mounds of her young 
ass-cheeks were grinding down against the car seat, and he wondered whether 
she could feel the cool sensation against the naked little hole of her anus. 
Tentatively, he touched the hotly-blazing length of his cock and she opened 
her eyes widely to look at his hand circling his own rigid maleness. 

"Yes, honey. Do that. I want to watch you do that while I... " She wanted to 
say something dirty but she was afraid of what he would think of her. 'Talk 
dirty to me about what we're doing, Roger, honey." 

She had never asked him to do that before, but she was so damned hot! Her 
hungrily-clasping little pussy was throbbing and gushing out all over her 
fingers, and her breasts felt like they would burst. She looked down and saw 
them, ripe white fruits with tiny erect nipples vibrating nakedly in the 
air. She saw Roger's hand curl around the rigidness of his cock and move up 
and down again. "Ohhhhh... I love to see you do that, Roger, I love to see 
your hand on your... " she stopped speaking again, not able to say the word 
out loud. 

"You love to see me skinning my cock back and forth," Roger snarled at her, 
a sudden note of frustrated cruelty in his voice. "Is that it? You don't 
want me to fuck you, you hot little bitch, but you like to spread your legs 
and finger-fuck yourself in front of me, don't you? You like to watch me 
jerking off my prick, and say things like 'fuck' and 'cock' but... " He felt 
the hot cum broiling menacingly deep down in his balls and he tightened his 
hand around it and started pumping his cock faster and harder. She was 
watching him with widely-bulging eyes and fingering her wide-stretched young 
pussy in a wanton frenzy r too, and she was squeezing her firm ripe breasts 
until it seemed that the two would burst and explode in his 
viciously-accusing face. 

"Ohhhh. Ohhhhhh. Kathy, Kathy, baby, I'm cumming. I'M CUMMMMMING!" 

She leaned forward still rhythmically fingering herself and grasped for his 
hotly-bulging balls, kneading them feverishly while he came. She could feel 
them jerking and the cum throbbing up out of them and the lewdness of what 
she was doing made the rigid-soaked bud of her clitoris quiver wildly under 
her desperately-working fingers. She watched the huge expanding head of his 
crazily-pulsating rod flare and pulse uncontrollably as the cum spurted 
thickly out and grabbing them from the dashboard, he caught it in the white 
silky fabric of her tiny panties. He groaned deeply in his throat, still 
fucking the rigidly-throbbing cock into the silk of her panties around it as 
suddenly she felt the frenetic beginning of her own orgasm. 

"Ohhh, God, honey, I'm cumming too! I'm cumming too!" She leaned her blonde 
head back on the window of the car in obsessed abandon and thrust her 
desperately-quivering pussy out at him. She wanted him to see her doing this 
sinful thing, she wanted him to watch her finger-fucking herself, she knew 
it was dirty and forbidden and she wanted him to see her do it. She felt her 
orgasmic juices flooding out of the hot, open little slit of her cunt, 
flowing down over her hand. "I'm cumming. I'M CUMMMING! Blow on it, honey. 
I'm cummmmmmmming!" 

Her softly-round ass-cheeks jerked and quivered crazily as she rammed 
herself harder and harder upward, and then his head was down there by her 
exploding young cunt and he blew his hot breath over its 
desperately-grinding wetness as she finger-fucked herself wildly to 
ever-increasing heights of ecstasy. 

It was too good, it was almost more than she could bear, her tiny pink 
clitoris quivering insanely under the hot blast of her excited breath. The 
cum seemed to run out of every pore in her finger-ravaged loins. She thought 
she was through for a moment and clutched tightly at the wetly-flooded curls 
of her cunt-hair when Roger put his hand on top of hers and said, "Finger it 
more, you hot little bitch. Keep on finger-fucking. You like to finger-fuck 
your hot juicy little cunt, so do it, hot little bitch. Fuck it, finger-fuck 
it!" His hand pushed down against hers and the two of them had her eager 
young pussy going again -- and again, and again. 

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Roger, honey, baby, help me, help me finger-fuck myself! 
Help me cum! Ohhhhh, honey, I'm cumming again. I'm CUMMMMMING! Prick! Cunt! 
Cock! Balls! I'm CUMMMMING!" 

She felt every nerve-ending in her young body blossom into firecrackers of 
unbelievable ecstasy and her again hotly-exploding pussy pulsed like a 
blinking red light in between her passion-drained legs. She felt weak and 
leaned forward resting her head on Roger's legs, holding his now-limp cock 
in her cum-drenched hand. She thought she must have passed out for a few 
minutes, and when she came to herself she was afraid to raise her head and 
look at him. 

She kept her eyes closed and cursed herself unmercifully for losing control. 
How could she have said those awful, disgusting things in front of him? He 
must think she was a terrible person after that. Slowly she took her 
self-offending hand from his deflated penis and moved to the other side of 
the seat without facing him and began to recover her scattered clothes. 

She felt so horribly humiliated. She could barely control herself whenever 
Roger put his hands on her and she should know it now -- after all this 
time. And then to say all those filthy, unthinkable words! God, he must 
really think she was a slut. He had punished her himself by using those 
disgusting, vile words -- and she had liked it! 

He must have been dressing at the same time without her noticing it, because 
by the time she sat down fully-clothed in the seat, staring dully and 
ashamed at the lake in front of them, the engine roared to life and he 
whipped the car around and started driving away furiously without saying a 
word. 

When he squealed to a stop in front of her house, he turned to her and said, 
"Listen, Kathy, I've had about all of this I can take. Why don't we just 
skip seeing each other for a while. 

I mean, it's been fun, but I've about had it. Somebody is going to really 
fuck the hell out of you some day and I wouldn't mind being the one to do a 
good job of it, but I'm going to be free-wheeling for a while before I lose 
my temper completely and rape the crap out of you." 

She cried and told him he needn't worry, that she was so ashamed she didn't 
want to see him any more, and besides she was going away for the summer. 

He was racing the engine impatiently with his foot. She got out and closed 
the door with a bang. As she started the walk up to the dark house, he 
called her back and she leaned in at the window. 

"Better take these with you," he said, and threw the tiny bundle of silken 
white panties to her so that they struck her in the face and she could feel 
the wetness of his virile young cum smeared in them. Then he dug up the 
gravel on the drive as he sped off into the dark night. 

As she lay in bed thinking about that last night with Roger once again she 
found her neglected vagina coming to life and stole her hand slowly down 
between her thighs to relieve the aching and burning. That was almost two 
months ago, and now everything was different. Even though Roger had known 
where she was staying and probably had come to the beach many times, he had 
never tried to see her. That was even more humiliating, because secretly she 
hoped he would keep trying to make her let him do it to her. 

Anyway, she had thought about that humiliating, yet exquisitely-exciting 
night when she had used those awful fuck-words while she was singing with 
Ted Dorsey and his group, and she had impressed them with her special, 
steaming rendition of the song. She had ground the tight young curves of her 
dress-sheathed buttocks and hips around in the air as she was singing, and 
her pink lance-like tongue sucked and licked at the words as they came, 
while her out-thrust pelvis circled seductively around and around out toward 
the sparse audience as if searching for a hard male cock to impale herself 
on. 

And they had liked it. When she finished, her face flushed with erotic 
excitement, Ted Dorsey had whistled through his teeth appreciatively. 

"Baaaaby ! Ummmmmmmmmm Hummmmmmmmmm! You're hired. You know what I like!" 

After that it was like a dream. She signed a contract and he could have 
knocked her over with a feather when he said that the next day - today! -- 
they would leave for their first job. She called her mother and told her the 
itinerary and cautioned her not to worry that she was in good hands. 

She ground her awakening pussy slowly up toward her searching hand and 
flexed the smoothly-rounded flesh of buttocks, and then, gritting her teeth 
tightly to stop the heavily-mounting passion, she suddenly decided that she 
had better pack and get ready to leave. She would need a few more dresses, 
make-up, shoes... 

 CHAPTER THREE 

They drove to Santa Barbara in three cars. Silent, evil-eyed Hank and his 
bass in a Volkswagen, the frankly sexy brown-haired Ruby and the short 
virile Ed, with all his traps and her suitcases in a Taurus station wagon, 
and Ted and Kathy in Ted's slight beat-up Porsche, a relic from the days 
when he made big money. 

They were moving like the wind up the super-highway, the interior of the car 
filled with her enticing perfume, his musky shaving lotion and man smells, 
and the sounds of stereo tapes Ted had programmed himself drowning out all 
the sounds of the motor and the tire on the concrete. Once in awhile he 
would say to her, "Dig this," and she would listen to Peggy Starr getting in 
a particularly good lick, or he would say, "See if you can pick this up," 
and she would try to sing along with Ella or Billie. It was sheer heaven. 

After awhile she turned in the seat so that she could watch him as he drove. 
His hands held the steering wheel lightly, the sunlight dancing through the 
black hair on the back of his fingers. He wore wrap-around sunglasses and 
she could see nothing of his eyes but the nostrils were beautifully 
masculine, little hairs tucked up just inside the flaring nostrils, and his 
mouth was incredible. His teeth were straight and white in a very wide 
mouth, and when he laughed out loud, his tongue came up and touched the back 
of his lower row of teeth, the saliva sparkling wet in the sunlight. When he 
smiled his lips stretched from the pouting rubbery Cupid's bow, making a 
comma at the comer of his full mouth and beside it the dimple, like a 
period. His chin was square-cut over a very masculine neck, the Adam's apple 
like the head of an erect, medium-sized penis in his throat. She could see 
the curly black hairs of his chest peeking out of the collar of his shirt. 
She relaxed, and screwed her buttocks down onto the ankle she was sitting 
on. 

Out of the comer of his eye, Ted could see the girl riding beside him. She 
wore a short-sleeved red jersey, and her breasts pushed out an enticing mold 
of themselves in the front of the sweater. He was sure she did not have a 
bra under the sweater, because the miniature tits of her nipples put dents 
in the molded firm mounds which stood out so proudly. She seemed a little 
uncomfortable in such suggestive clothes, as though she wore it because it 
was fashionable but was a little reluctant to reveal her full-bodied charms. 
Her tight black shorts were hip-huggers cut off at the crotch and covered 
her up to a point just below her navel, which showed as a tiny depression in 
the material of the sweater, large and round like a whirlpool wanting to 
suck him into it. She wore red split-leather boots cut like an astronaut's 
from the future, clinging to the titillating curves of her calves and 
accenting the plush resilience of her black-leotarded thighs. 

When she turned in her seat and faced him, he glanced at the prominent mound 
her innocent young vagina pressed into the shorts, and the end of his cock 
suddenly throbbed to see the hinting little crease where the cloth pressed 
into her tight little cunt-slit. The lips of her mouth were parted a little, 
and her nostrils seemed to be flared in excitement. He was sure he saw her 
glance down at his pubic area, and he felt a slow simmering begin deep down 
in his balls. He would have to bring up the subject sooner or later, and he 
felt he might as well get on with it. 

"You remember what I told you about the members of our group giving 
everything they've got to it?" 

"Yes, Ted," she answered, liking the feel of his first name on her tongue. 

"I hope you understood that." 

"Don't worry, I understand perfectly." She knew then that she really did, 
down deep, and she had a nagging recoil in her bowels. Did she really have 
as little shame as that? she asked herself. 

"Are you sure?" he asked, glancing to look straight in her eyes for a 
moment. 

"Just try me," she heard herself say, and she felt a shudder of unexplained 
apprehension. 

He didn't say anything else for awhile and thought about her. She had a good 
body and a beautiful face, and she knew it. She had surely been sought after 
for years, who knows, maybe she had been letting guys fuck her all along. 
She was sure built for that. If so then there would be no problem. 

"Don't you have a boyfriend, Kathy? What's he think about all this?" 

The question struck a jarring note in her mind. She didn't want to think 
about Roger anymore, he was already a part of a pointless past. She thought 
she had loved him, but now she just didn't know. Perhaps it was only what 
they had been doing together that kept them seeing each other and she felt 
that love had to be more than that. 

"I did have," she said. 

The way she said it, as though she had just made the decision to forget him, 
surprised Ted. He decided to come to the point as quickly as possible. 

"I wouldn't let you get away so easily if I were in his place," he said. 
"Didn't you and he ever... " He let his voice trail away. 

Her heart jumped in her throat and she said, "Didn't we ever what?" 

"Well, I mean when two people, young people spend a lot of time together, 
they eventually start... playing around." 

My God, she thought, he is going to talk about that. She was frantically 
trying to decide in her mind what position she should take. She wanted to 
sing for him, she didn't want to lose this chance, but could she get 
involved with him in that way, even if she felt she had no choice? On the 
spur of the moment, she decided that she would do it, and that she would 
hate herself for it, regret it more than anything in her life - but she 
would do it. Yes! 

"I guess we did do that, Ted. It's fairly normal, isn't it?" she asked, 
trying to sound blase. 

"It sure is, Kathy. How far did you two go? Did you ever actually... " He 
stopped, letting her fill in whatever word she wanted it to be. 

"No," she said quickly. "No, we never did go 'all the way' as in the Frank 
Sinatra tune, but I guess we did a lot by most standards." She felt herself 
blushing, and felt the mental kicking she was getting from her parent-taught 
conscience. 

"You mean to say that at your age, and with your looks, you're still a 
virgin?" he asked, delightedly surprised, and then deciding he couldn't 
believe her. 

"Yes, I always believed you should save it for the really-big moment in your 
life," she said, intending it to mean not necessarily marriage, though that 
was what she had always intended before. 

"You're a very unusual girl, then, Kathy," he reached over and squeezed her 
firm kneecap, letting his middle finger curl suggestively into the tight 
crease where her rounded calf was touching her full thigh. 

His probing touch sent a slight flame rippling through her nerve-endings, 
igniting the small tender tip of her alert clitoris. 

"Thank you if you think so, Ted," she said, her eyes sparkling now in 
excited anticipation of what she knew was to come later. 

"I think so, honey." He glanced at her face and saw that she seemed to be 
aroused. God she must really be a hot little piece if touching her on the 
knee could get that reaction. 

"Would you do with me whatever it was you did with him?" Ted said after a 
minute had passed. 

Immediately Kathy felt like a scared doe, racing around in her own head, 
picturing all the things she and Roger had done, and imagining Ted in his 
place. She couldn't bear to think of what his erect penis must look like, 
standing strongly out from his belly, the heavy, sperm-laden balls hanging 
openly below it. She felt her vagina gasping like a fish out of its pond. 

"I can't answer that, Ted, you know that. We hardly know each other. I mean 
I really like you already, but we're almost complete strangers." 

"Then tonight should be very interesting for both of us," he said, not 
looking at her, a hard glint in his eyes. 

"What do you mean?" She half-hoped he would say that performing on the stand 
together would bring them closer in a way that necking with a college boy 
for four years could never do. 

"I mean that I never have, and never intend to get on the stand with a girl 
singer that I don't already know inside out." 

Quickly she ran over the names of the now-famous female singers who had 
recorded, with him. Did he mean he had made love to all of them? 

"Well, we're getting to know each other already, aren't we?" she said 
weakly. 

"That's right, but tonight, before we show at the club, we're going to have 
to make it together, or... " Her conscience flailed wildly in her skull, 
almost blinding her. Clear this up right now, it screamed at her, or you 
will suffer more humiliation, and more, and more, until you can't live with 
yourself. But her ambition and visceral self controlled her tongue, and she 
said, "I guess if that's the way it is, that's the way it is." There was a 
tone of submission in her voice - and fear. 

"That's the way, honey, and it's not so bad. In fact," he added, "there's 
nothing I can think of better, except playing, and that's the same thing. To 
me, horn is a woman, and I love her all the time, and she sings for me like 
a siren." 

He stepped on the gas pedal, and they cruised at a hundred miles an hour. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

At the motel outside Santa Barbara, Ted had reserved two suites. The room he 
gave to Kathy connected through the bathroom with his. Ed and Hank had a 
room together, and the piano-player, Ruby, took the room connecting the same 
way with theirs. 

Kathy had just laid out the things she was going to wear for dinner and the 
first night's performance, when there was a knock at the door to the 
bathroom. She felt her vaginal lips shrink cringingly up between her legs 
and said nervously, "Come in, Ted." 

"Unpacking already? We have lots of time," he said huskily, looking at his 
watch. "It's seven-thirty now, and we don't go on til ten-thirty. This is a 
high-class club we're playing tonight." 

He put two drinks on a table and sat down on the sofa nearby. He patted the 
cushion beside him and said, "Come here." 

She did as she was told, breathing like a frightened deer as she moved her 
trembling young body toward him. She sat down with her knees held properly 
together and watched him out of the corner of her eye. She saw his hand move 
and was relieved when it picked up one of the drinks and handed it to her. 

"Take a slug of that; it really helps, believe me. This is my third since we 
got here." 

She took the glass and sipped at the liquid. Gin and bitters; she crinkled 
her nose at the acrid taste. She always drank sweet mixed drinks when she 
was out on a date. She didn't really like even those, but she thought she 
had to drink them to be sophisticated. "Ummmmm. That is good," she said, 
lying. He could tell she wasn't used to it, and it excited him to think of 
getting her really smashed with her guard down for the first time. But that 
would have to wait till the future. 

He took a long swallow into his throat and set down his glass. He removed 
hers from her hand and pulled her to him. "Remember what I said to you this 
afternoon?" he asked stroking her cheek and lifting the silken blonde hair 
from her ear. 

"Yes," she answered in a husky whisper, afraid of what was coming. His 
fingers touched her ear and started small fires licking and curling down 
beneath her panties. 

He turned her innocent young face toward him and pressed his lips onto hers. 
She could feel the comer of his mouth touching under her nose, and he was 
breathing hot air onto the fine down on her cheeks. His hot tongue forced 
its way deliciously between her full lips and nudged her own aside to plumb 
the dark depths of her mouth. At first she held her full body stiff and held 
away from him, saying to herself -- you've got to preserve some kind of 
decency, don't respond so quickly - but his flicking tongue tickled the roof 
of her palate and she felt the hot throbbing sensations begin to flow down 
in her desperately-aching loins. Her naive young body was going to betray 
her again she saw and tried to clench her inner thigh muscles together and 
squeeze restraint into her cuntal lips, but that only excited her more. Then 
her tongue answered his and nudged at the tendons under his stretching 
probing tongue, teasing hotly at the rising wetness collected there. She 
fuzzed open her eyes and saw his swarthy male cheeks close to her own, the 
muscles at his temple working as his tongue slithered in her mouth, licking 
at her nerves as though they were all nakedly exposed. 

He tugged at her slender neck and she fell forward suddenly, pressing into 
his muscular chest and grinding her breasts wildly into him, her full thigh 
collided into his like the collision of two snakes, and she felt the 
repercussion deep up in the interior of her hotly throbbing young cunt. 

He threw his other leg over both of hers and reached with his left hand for 
her smoothly-quivering buttocks. He tightened his fingers first around one 
softly-trembling cheek and then the other, letting his fingers tease down 
the tightly-knit crevice that ended in the warm wet folds of her tight young 
cunt. She was practically gasping for air as the sensations of lust swelled 
her eagerly-straining body. 

Oh. God, she was saying to herself, I'm letting it start again. His firm 
probing fingers are on my behind, and he's practically fucking my mouth with 
his tongue and I'm liking it. I am ashamed of his touching my body and I'm 
crazy to be rubbing my titties like this into his chest, but I want to do 
it! I can't stop myself! 

They lowered themselves to the couch without losing any contact. He pressed 
his heavily-pulsating cock against the flesh of her firm, unresisting thigh 
and slowly pulled up her sweater. 

She felt the soft material sliding up and over her erotically-tingling 
breasts and then they were stripped naked in the air directly under his 
gaze. 

He saw them standing in front of his hungry eyes, the best pair of firm 
young tits and nipples he had ever seen. His penis groaned in his bulging 
shorts as he cupped one of the luscious white orbs in his hand and squeezed 
it up to meet his mouth. The rubbery nipple was as erect as a tiny 
blood-filled cock, short and thick, and throbbed hotly as his teeth nibbled 
hungrily at the balloon-textured flesh. 

She twinged in the dark, moistly-hidden recesses of her cunt as he licked 
teasingly at her naked breasts. His thick hair was rubbing the underside of 
her chin and she put both her hands on his head and massaged it, pressing it 
even more tightly to her saliva-soaked breasts. Her fingers seemed 
self-willed and while the fingers of one hand probed the hot inner folds of 
his ear, the other patted and stroked the softly-working muscles of his 
throat, masturbating his neck. 

He felt her hand flickering across his skin and when he swallowed it seemed 
like he was cumming over and over. With his left hand he stroked the inner 
flesh of her thigh and pinched the slowly-squirming crescent where her 
buttocks met her upper legs. He could feel the heat and humidity emanating 
from her passion-heated young pussy, and with a sudden violent grasp, 
grabbed the hair and squirming softness between her thighs through the 
leotards. She squeezed his violent fingers between her legs and wiggled her 
pussy sensuously against his flesh-trapped wrist. She likes this all right, 
he thought. If she's a virgin, she's sure been teasing the hell out of some 
poor sonofabitch. But this time she's going to get fucked, and fucked really 
good. 

Kathy felt the helpless crying out of her morals and self-respect in the 
back of her mind, but it was as though everything was clouded over by the 
steaming lust his touching her young firm body had incited in her 
warmly-responding belly. 

Then, just as suddenly as he had grabbed her, he released her and stood up. 
He pulled the drapes completely shut and locked the door outside with the 
double latch. 

'Take off your clothes," he hissed, loosening his own belt buckle. "I want 
to see you naked." 

Kathy pressed her young body recoilingly down into the cushions of the couch 
as she watched him begin to remove his clothes from his husky body. She 
wanted to sink into the sofa and close out the shocked horror of seeing him 
naked in the light but she was frightened that he might suddenly approach 
her across the room without her seeing him. Only seconds later for him to be 
standing completely naked in front of her, his long thick penis rigid under 
his surprisingly-firm and muscular stomach, standing up like a huge, 
leaf-stripped tree trunk. He twisted his face at her in a lewd grin as he 
curled his fingers around his cock just under the tightly-stretched 
foreskin, moving the loose skin back and forth over the rubbery, one-eyed 
head. 

"How do you like that, baby?" he said, smiling at her nastily, lewdly 
enjoying the shock and surprise on her young innocent face. He watched her 
helplessly-cringing mouth, with a wicked light flaring behind his eyes, as 
her full, panting young lips trembled. 

"I'll bet that your boyfriend never owned anything like this to ram into 
you," he said tormentingly, watching the spreading dismay flickering over 
her face like shadows under swiftly-moving rain clouds. Kathy tried to 
squeeze words out of her fear-constricted throat, but she felt paralyzed. 
She felt like a hardened wax figure where she crouched on the sofa as he 
persistently stroked his monstrous cock, peeling it back till the foreskin 
stretched tautly up to the thinly-seeping slit at the tip, and moving up 
again until the skin was puckered like a tightly-closed eye. Despite her 
fear and revulsion, her blue eyes focused in again on the fleshy, hard 
member in his fist. 

My God, it was twice the size of Roger's! 

Without being able to help it, Kathy found her inner mind wondering how any 
woman could take such a huge thing inside her, inside her vagina without 
splitting her wide open. Ted Dorsey was massively built and he knew it. He 
stroked his cock in front of her openly and unashamedly for a moment longer, 
enjoying the frightened expression on her young face as she looked wide-eyed 
and disbelieving at the lust-hardened length of it. 

He edged menacingly toward her. 

"D-don't put your hands on me," Kathy finally stammered through the 
suffocating envelope of fear. She was certain there was no escape from this 
ordeal that he was going to rape her helpless young body right there no 
matter how much she begged him not to do it. 

"Are you going to strip off your clothes, or do you want me to rip them 
off?" 

Kathy was completely immobile, hopeless desperation chilling her mind. There 
was nobody to help her and she was at his mercy, especially since he knew 
she wanted to keep singing with him until she had her "big chance" in San 
Francisco... 

She saw the hairy back of his hand brush past her face and grasp the back of 
her head as he reached down to pull her up to his naked body. Jerking her 
suddenly up, he put his hands on both sides of her face and held her head 
captive while he again pressed his hot lips tightly around hers, shoving his 
snake-like tongue down deep into the moist warm cavern of her mouth. She 
fell limply against his body, feeling the stiffness of his rock-hard penis 
against the soft flesh of her jersey-covered stomach. She felt a last minute 
sense of urgency to escape rush through her body and shatter like crystal 
with the pain of his thumbs crushing into her temples. 

"Be good to me baby," he whispered into the dark recesses of her mouth, "and 
both of us will get what we want with no sweat." 

Kathy felt his hands release her face in a daze as they moved to her waist 
and crept crab-like to the buttons on the back of her jersey. With a tearing 
jerk he ripped all the buttons away and put the flat palms of his hand on 
her smooth back sliding them toward her white shoulders, shoving the thin, 
clinging material away from her skin as he did so. She pressed her ripe, 
still-covered young breasts tightly into his bare chest in an effort to 
prevent him from stripping them of their protection. He pushed her 
impatiently away and pulled the jersey down over her arms, throwing it to 
the floor at their feet, and stood back to gaze fiercely at her 
fully-exposed breasts now standing defenselessly out in the open air. He 
reached out and grasped the pale milky mounds as he fell to his knees in 
front of her and thrust his tongue into the deep oval of her navel. Then he 
slid his fingers down the gentle curves of her waist and hooked his fingers 
under the top of her hip-hugging shorts, peeling them slowly down over her 
full, rounded hips, the leotards coming down at the same time, leaving them 
lying in a wrinkled heap between her still-covered ankles. 

There was no reason left for modesty. She stood quailingly before him, naked 
as a fresh-born virgin from its mother's womb. She balanced precariously, 
her ankles still helplessly trapped in the leotards as his tongue continued 
probing hotly at her navel. The hot wetness sent a flooding wave of heat 
through her insides, and she suddenly found herself clinging to his 
slowly-bobbing head to keep herself from falling backward. Taking her action 
to mean she had totally surrendered to his relentless advances, he let his 
tongue glide hotly down her stomach to the soft, blonde curling triangle of 
her pubic hair and through its sparse fineness into the moistly-pulsating 
little slit up between her legs. 

Kathy leaped away from the sudden thrilling contact with the tiny hidden 
clitoris already fluttering to life down between her thighs and losing her 
balance, toppled backwards onto the cushions of the couch. The impact 
momentarily knocked the breath from her and she sprawled indelicately on her 
back, her knees splayed wide as she landed. 

Ted Dorsey yanked the last remaining stitch of clothes from her ankles and 
picked up her rigid young body as she fought to shut her wide-flung legs 
from his view, carrying her in stiff-legged strides to the bed. He dropped 
her from waist-high and spread her long resisting legs again as she fell and 
bounced on the bedspread. He dug his hard-nailed fingers harshly into the 
tender insides of her fleshy white thighs and prevented her from scissoring 
them shut. Her eyes were open wide in stunned terror as he kneeled onto the 
bed and forced his shoulders between her knees, her widespread young 
pussy-lips fully open and throbbing up at his hungrily-peering eyes. She saw 
him raise himself down between her helplessly-resisting thighs, and he 
crouched on all fours grinning avidly like a wild-eyed animal looking at a 
cornered victim about to be devoured. The moistly-glistening pinkness of her 
widely-spread vagina was presented up to his feasting eyes like a helpless 
sacrificial offering as Kathy lay frozen to the mattress. She felt 
violently-humiliated, as his eyes moved up and down the wetly-pulsating lips 
of her virginal young vagina. 

His fingers crawled up the resilient pale skin to the top of her thighs and 
he placed his thumbs in the soft, curl-lined furrow sheltering her 
womanhood. Slowly, with a lewd, lascivious smile, he parted the 
moistly-sucking flesh and exposed the hot humid inner folds to the entrance 
of her moistly-cringing young pussy. He watched it throbbing gently like a 
terrified red-mouthed animal for a moment, lust and greed mixed in his 
mortifying gaze, and growling like a wild beast he dropped his burning mouth 
claspingly down between her legs and burning mouth claspingly down between 
her legs and buried his thrusting tongue deep up into the close-walled 
warmth of her cunt. 

She heaved and jerked, a fear-and-lust frenzied moan slipping through her 
parted lips. She ground her firmly-rounded young buttocks hard down into the 
mattress, trying to separate her assaulted female genitals from his 
lust-crazed tongue and lips. 

"Oh, God! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she shrank and whimpered under his 
depraved sucking and licking. She strained her head upward off the mattress 
to look down between her breasts and watch the nightmare attack in horror, 
unable to believe that this was actually happening to her fresh young body, 
seeing his ravenous face rocking and pitching like a crazed animal down 
between her spread-eagled legs below. 

"It's not true. It's not true," she cried piteously again and again 
inwardly, as her head thrashed wildly under the force of her humiliation, 
her blonde hair whipping silkenly about her tear-streaked cheeks. His tongue 
continued to moistly slither in and out of the unwillingly-dilating lips of 
her cunt. His lips were working hotly and slavishly down there in the thin, 
narrow split between her legs, and in spite of her debilitating fear and 
disgust, she felt the tiny alarms of forbidden pleasure tingling down deep 
in her belly. She groaned softly for a moment and pressed her palms tightly 
onto her gently-rocking hips while her velvet-skinned breasts danced lightly 
on her chest as he flicked his hotly-spearing tongue harder and harder into 
her now-moistly lubricating vagina. His searching hands roughly slipped over 
the honeyed skin of her stomach and clasping hungrily into the swelling 
white orbs, stopping their delicate bouncing movements and teasingly rolling 
the small, bud-like nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. As he wetly 
slaved in the flooding membranes of her openly-exposed cunt, his wide-open 
eyes stared over the thinly-tangled blonde pubic hair at the base of her 
heaving young belly and his dark, kneading fingers on her creamy breasts. He 
was watching her shame-distorted young face with its flaring nostrils for 
the first tell-tale signs that she was losing the torrid battle with her own 
voluptuous bodily emotions. 

Kathy lay in paralyzed submission under his perverted gaze, his probing 
tongue and fingers wracking her helplessly-trapped body with rising passion. 
She knew there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him as the warm 
helpless tears of frustration streamed down over her cheeks, and she was 
momentarily flooded with regret she had ever joined the band. She could hear 
the obscene sucking noises that Ted Dorsey was making as his tongue swirled 
hungrily and insistently up between her wide-splayed thighs, and she tried 
to drown out the sound by saying over and over again to herself, "Oh, God, 
how could she ever stand face-to-face with him again after he had subjected 
her to this horrible perversion, crouched down between her open legs on all 
fours like a noisily-lapping animal? He was degrading her more than she had 
ever thought possible, and there was nothing she could do to stop him 
without destroying her whole future, and it was too late for her virtue. Oh, 
why did she ever get into this? Why couldn't she forget all about that and 
say to him, 'Stop! You can't do this to me! I'm leaving now'." But she said 
nothing, and her breath came in heated pants now, in spite of her inward 
protests. 

With cruel satisfaction, Ted watched the changes flickering over her 
innocent face, increasing the licking intrusions into her widening vaginal 
opening. This'll teach the teasing little bitch to suddenly get virtuous 
after agreeing to let the whole group fuck her to get the job, he thought to 
himself. She's flaunted her snooty young body in front of one virile man too 
many now. She had used her delicious flesh like an unreachable vessel of 
goodies long enough, and now, by God, he was going to get inside it and 
sample a little of everything she had. Before he let her up off that bed, 
she would be begging him to give her more cock, she would be screaming for 
him to fuck her once and for all stretching her tight little pussy until she 
felt her belly was going to burst open. And he'd do it, and she would never 
forget it, so help him! Chuckling softly over her now slowly-moving cunt, he 
hooked his hands under her stiffly-held legs and forced them up, shoving 
them back toward her torso with his shoulders until they pressed tightly 
onto her milky belly, the knees denting into her ripe young breasts. Then 
lifting her smoothly-rounded buttocks, he forced her knees back until they 
touched the mattress on either side of her passion and pain twisted face, 
exposing the flattened, blonde-haired pubic area to his lusting eyes. He 
knew this would etch into her nerves like acid, and he pointed his flicking 
tongue and pushed the saliva-soaked tip into the tiny puckering asshole 
quivering helplessly up between her openly-spread buttocks. 

She felt the searing unexpected lash of his wetly-hot tongue as he slithered 
it into her involuntarily twitching little anal mouth and she throatily 
groaned through her parched lips. She tightly clenched her eyes shut in 
anguish and stretched her lips back over her teeth, tortured by the heated 
inspirations of lust flashing uncontrollably through her aching body. 

"Ughhhhhhh, God, please don't! Please don't!" she begged, struggling 
desperately to tighten her muscles and clench-shut her anus between her 
buttocks, but his heavy weight held her immobile. He grunted his amusement 
between her helplessly-spread ass-cheeks and speared his lashing tongue even 
farther into her tight little rectal hole. 

"Ughhhhhhh," she moaned again as tiny forbidden shivers blew over the cool 
white surface of her skin, racing over her heaving breasts and down the 
curving slope of her naked buttocks. 

Kathy cried chokingly beneath him as suddenly she felt her control of her 
aching body leaving her in spite of the humiliation and shame she felt at 
the bargain she had made and now was being forced to live up to. Her 
flesh-invaded anus, without her conscious volition, suddenly rebelled and 
clamped hotly around his tongue as her open buttocks ground hard up against 
his cheeks in unwilling response to his squirming thrusts. Hot molten rivers 
of wildly-wicked sensation coursed through her veins and she felt her 
nakedly-exposed clitoris swell as the tip of his grinding nose rubbed hotly 
into contact with it. 

"Stop! Oh, God, stop! I can't!" she groaned out in helpless anger and 
frustration as the full realization that she was losing all control of her 
young body struck her with full force and she knew that she would soon turn 
into a shameless slut-like creature before his delving eyes. She desperately 
tried to separate her frenzied mind from her sensuously-trembling body as 
she attempted to regain power over herself, but the increasingly vigorous 
snaking of his hotly-licking tongue reached into the dark centers of her 
being and dragged her back to the lurid reality of her fiery, saliva-soaked 
loins under his face. 

After a long and desperate wrestling match between her mind and her body, a 
sudden cloudburst of sexuality drenched her brain in heated confusion. 

Her feverishly-aroused body, seemingly fleshed with erectile tissue, 
betrayed her completely and she began to slow, constricted undulating 
movement beneath the pressing heaviness of his body, seeking to answer the 
long curling looping of his tongue up inside her now hotly-throbbing anus. 
In her abandonment, her fingers tangled themselves tightly in the hair of 
his bobbing head and crushed his hungry mouth so heavily to her rectal lips 
that his nose was buried softly above in her well-lubricated cuntal slit. 
Her shame and humiliation deserted her to her overwhelming lust and her 
young body flushed wildly with the heat of her excitement. 

Ted Dorsey curlingly licked the inner ridges of her asshole as he felt the 
hotly-flowing juices of her vagina suffocatingly cover his face. Then, when 
he could not wait for breath any longer and lifted his head slowly lapping 
his moist tongue across the fleshy bridge between her pinkly-glowing anus 
and the thin, vertical - now passion-drenched mouth of her pussy, he 
slithered his stiff, out-thrust tongue deeply into her eagerly-waiting cunt. 
He knew she was ready to spread her legs voluntarily and he fucked now and 
the thought stirred the building cum deep in his balls as he felt the wet, 
hungry little sucking movements of excitement beginning in her inner 
cunt-walls. He could feel the tickling sensation as the silkily soft pubic 
hairs brushed the sides of his cheeks as she ground her now fully-aroused 
young pussy up and down against his face, her back arching painfully as she 
pushed her circular buttocks longingly toward the firmness of the mattress. 

Ted Dorsey raised his head from her juice-flooded silken-haired vaginal slit 
and looked lasciviously up at her tortured young face. Her days of hiding 
her supremely-exciting young body from the rude invasion of men's eyes and 
hands were over. She was writhing wildly on the mattress, her busy hands 
struggling to pull his rapacious lips back to her hungrily-dilating pussy. 
Now, by God, he thought, she's going to get fucked, and she would never 
forget it. Already she was lusting for a cock, any cock she could leech into 
her hotly-flowing little pussy, and he would fill her up and her cunt would 
never be the same again after he had stretched and tamed the unused wildness 
of their fleshy little inner walls with his still-growing hardness. He 
obscenely pulled his lips grinningly back over his teeth as he watched her 
savagely thrashing nakedness down beneath his gaze and locked his hands on 
her shoulders, fastening her upper body to the mattress while the heaving 
moons of her buttocks still pounded and pitched crazily below on the 
mattress. Now she's going to get a cock, all right, and he'd give it to her 
hard and deep. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Listening with widely-interested eyes at the door from the bathroom into 
Kathy's room of the motel, Ed Kirwin licked his lips eagerly as he heard 
their new vocalist's young voice quiver with hot excitement as she groaned 
and twisted under the band leader's tongue-led persuasions. Tom's hand 
slidingly moved over the moistening head of his pulsating penis and slipped 
down the thick shaft to the coiling black pubic hairs surrounding his balls. 
His eyes rolled and glared at the young female piano player, Ruby Rogers', 
tightly-screwed face pressed to the door in lustful fascination as he spread 
the open fly of his pants wider and pushed his jockey shorts farther away 
from his ever-growing testicles. 

"Turn around," he growled softly to her, "and lift your skirt up over your 
ass so I can see your cunt!" His face contorted in an animal grimace when 
she looked at him, her eyes dazzled by his upstanding cock. She turned 
around and leaned over balancing herself on the edge of the bathtub with one 
hand. Her right hand was still out of sight under her short blue skirt as 
she continued fingering the spread lips of her own vagina. When she bent 
over, she reached behind her and lifted up the thin material of her skirt to 
reveal that she was not wearing panties, and he could see the 
jerkingly-flicking finger buried in the soft brown pubic hair where her 
rigid clitoris was responding to her fingertips. 

"Spread your legs wider," Ed said huskily as he moved closer to the jiggling 
white orbs of her ass-cheeks, aiming his rock-hard prick at the pinkly-wet 
pussy furrow running up between her thighs. 

She moved her feet farther apart and felt the cool air on the flowing juices 
of her cuntal lips and on the tiny puckering anus. He approached her 
stiff-legged and rested the huge head of his burgeoning penis between the 
widespread opening to her cunt. 

"Jesus, baby, listening to that little bitch getting it next door has made 
me so hot I'm going to ram my cock all the way up to your fucking throat," 
he said, and he tightened the muscles of his buttocks as he prepared for the 
first thrust into her nakedly-upturned cunt. He released his burning shaft 
as the smooth rubbery head stuck in the wet hair-fringed opening and placed 
his hands firmly on her already slowly-gyrating hips. Then he plunged deeply 
and sadistically through the dark, searing tunnel of her open pussy, sinking 
all the way up into it until he felt the tight rubbery walls of her womb 
close hotly around the heavily-pulsating head. 

"Oh, God, you're killing me!" Ruby whimpered. "Ohhhhh, don't move it!" She 
felt his bone-hard cock rip through her vibrating vagina and smack its huge 
blood-filled tip back hard against her cervix. She felt skewered on his 
long, thick penis, and fought to keep from screaming out loud. She knew that 
that young bitch vocalist, getting her first real fuck in the next room, 
would be able to hear her if she did. 

Ed's fingers dug painfully into the smooth white skin of her buttocks, and 
he hissingly told her, "Shut up, bitch! Start your hot little pussy 
swiveling back on my cock, and don't forget to milk my balls with your 
fingernails." He caused his prick to jerk suddenly inside her and felt her 
flinch her cunt muscles up inside to get away from the searing pain, but 
then she started slow churning motions, small at first but soon becoming 
larger and longer as her cock-filled cunt got used to his hardness up inside 
her. Her fingers left her quiveringly-erect clitoris and scraped down 
lightly over his huge hanging balls where they were pressed to the 
widely-stretched, hair-circled lips of her now wetly-secreting vagina. 

Now that the full length of his lust-hardened prick had been absorbed all 
the way up inside her back there and the sudden, abrupt pain had left her, 
she slowly began to relax and enjoy the fucking he was beginning to give 
her. 

She thought back to the first time, right after she had joined Ted Dorsey's 
combo as the piano player. They didn't play around, either, knowing that she 
was no virgin and would not need a gentle breaking-in like the girl in the 
next room now. Both Ed and Ted had sucked her and fucked her the first night 
before they played on the stage. She hadn't been able to believe it was 
happening to her. Sure she had been fucked before, and more than once, but 
never like that. While Ed watched with an obscene grin on his face, she had 
been made to do all kinds of things to Ted, and then Ted watched while Tom 
thought up some more. The funny thing was that she had started enjoying it. 
Then, after the first week, she couldn't wait for them to do all those 
things to her. Now this little blonde singer was going to be taken through 
the same thing, but slower. 

Ruby felt a sudden twinge of jealousy flutter through her body, wondering 
whether Ted would like fucking the new girl better than her. It made her 
slightly jealous to think of his cock pistoning in and out of the other 
girl's soft buttery pussy, and yet as the same time, she was lewdly excited 
by it, and she voraciously ground her warmly-rounded ass-cheeks back against 
Ed's belly and worked her hotly-simmering young cunt downward until she 
could feel his balls pressing tightly into her straining little clitoris. 

Ruby felt Ed's huge stiffness throb heavily and pump faster up inside the 
hotly-clasping walls of her pussy as a moan made of a mixture of pleasure 
and pain drifted to them from the bed in the other room. She closed her eyes 
to form a mental picture of their nakedly-locked bodies and concentrated on 
the sounds from in there while she fucked back hungrily at the 
vigorously-thrusting cock skewering into her from behind. 

* * * 

Kathy had heard Ted Dorsey's voice, almost unrecognizable in its animal 
harshness as he said, "Spread your legs wide, baby. Now I'm going to fuck 
it." She shrank from his obscene speech, but her body involuntarily raged 
with excitement as she thought of how he was using her young virginal body 
like a lowly street whore, and she let him push into the widespread 
nakedness up between her legs without resisting. Waiting for him to settle 
into position with gasping breath, she glanced down and saw how the whole of 
her lewdly-displayed young cunt was exposed to his avidly-feasting eyes as 
his ever-thickening cock poised at the narrow red lips of her cunt. 

He pressed the semen-slickened head of his prick in the thin, 
wetly-pulsating groove of her waiting pussy and mercilessly dug into her 
heaving white breasts with his fingers as he leaned down and forced his 
flicking tongue deep into her mouth and she tasted for the first time the 
sweetly-warm juices of her own vagina where he had licked her before. She 
shamefully discovered that her traitorously-responding hips were grinding 
down of their own accord into the soft resisting mattress as she savored the 
burning contact of his huge penis against her well-lubricated cuntal lips. 

"You're a hot fucking little bitch," he mumbled into her open mouth as it 
ovaled around his teasingly-thrusting tongue, and his passion-heated saliva 
trickled downward onto her flushing cheeks. He sucked greedily at her now 
willingly-answering tongue, picturing in his mind his long, hardened penis 
poised at the mouth of her young virginal slit. "You're about to get screwed 
until you squirm on my fucking cock begging for more, and I'll screw you 
more until you'll think I'm going to cum all the way up inside-your throat." 

Kathy lay paralyzed under the lewd, obscene words spewing from his slavering 
lips into her mouth and she felt a last desperate attempt to resist the 
degradation he was about to force upon her swell up inside her and die away 
in defeat as his relentlessly-prodding cock suddenly found its mark and 
insinuated itself slowly, teasingly, up into the tiny cuntal opening between 
her widespread thighs. He grunted above her and ground his pelvis harder 
into her naked lions until the fullness of the huge head popped into her 
moistly-squirming cunt. The small, elastically-resisting slit was stretched 
painfully wide as the heavily-prying cock forced its way deeper and deeper 
into her aching vagina. 

"Aaaaaaagh," she grunted in her agony, the pain making her bite down onto 
his darting tongue. 

He shoved, pushing his invading prick another inch into her tight, unused 
little pussy, raising his head to watch the effect it was having on her. 

"Ohhhhh! Nooooooo! Please, Ted. Oh, God, don't! It hurts!" She was suddenly 
screaming in terror as her eyes opened wide and saw his leering grin 
fastened on her tortured young face. My God, she thought, he's ripping me 
apart down there! And he's enjoying it! He enjoyed the intense expressions 
of pain passing over her face as he wedged his blunt-hard instrument into 
her defenseless vagina. She felt lost and completely alone as she had never 
felt before. 

The leer suddenly faded from his face and a furrowed look of animal lust 
took its place. The sight of this white-bodied young girl hopelessly impaled 
on the head of his heavily-bloated cock where it was relentlessly 
disappearing into the thin blonde hair of her pussy drove him out of his 
mind. 

He had to fuck that tight little cunt, and he couldn't hold back any longer 
to torture her with his own lewdness. 

He pinned his elbows to the sides of her helplessly-churning body so she 
could not escape, and he threw himself onto her, bringing his hips down at 
the same time and his long, thick cock raged like a charging bull up the 
soft dark tunnel of her moist, hot cunt parting the vaginal walls like 
riffling, wet pages before it. The raging cyclopean prick would not stop 
until it screwed its way all the way in and his tightly-packed balls slapped 
heavily into the uplifted mounds of her ass and his coarse black pubic hair 
was grinding down hotly on her tiny, pinkly-throbbing clitoris. 

"God! Aaaaaaagh God!" she shouted at the ceiling. She had never felt a cock 
inside her before, and it seemed to her that she had been cruelly split in 
half as he jammed his hardness into her without caring what it did to her. 
And now it was throbbing deep inside her belly like a huge, 
rhythmically-breathing whale filling her insides. So tightly did her 
virginal young cunt walls clasp onto it that she could feel its shape and 
the wildly-racing pulse pumping through the veins beneath it up in her 
seemingly forever ruined vagina. 

Kathy was afraid to move a muscle fearing more searing pain, and she lay 
stiffly under his heavy body as he breathed hoarsely at her ear. Then he 
flexed his heavily-imbedded cock and its thickness rose into her another 
incredibly long quarter of an inch. 

"Don't! Don't move," she cried, afraid she was being tom apart. 

"I told you you were going to get fucked, baby. You've got seven and a half 
inches of hard cock in you now, and I'm going to ream you out good." He 
tightened his buttocks again and for emphasis to his words flexed his rigid 
penis deep up inside her belly. "Agggggh!" she grunted in hurtful refrain, 
her beautiful young face reflecting the heightened pain. Her head was arched 
back on the bed, the smooth honey-colored neck stretched, the tendons taut. 
The lids of her tightly-closed eyes flickered as she sought to contain his 
rock-hard hugeness within her widely-distended pussy. 

"How is it, baby?" he asked, grinning over her impaled form. 

She could not answer, pain swelling her throat. 

"Is it good?" he asked, more demandingly this time, giving her a circular 
grinding movement without backing off. "I asked you a question, goddamn it!" 
he finally shouted at Her tortured mask of innocence, his breath flying at 
her features from his sadistically-twisted mouth. 

"Ohhhhhh, yes!" she answered him at length, feeling the movement of her 
lungs to speak increase the pressure she felt in her belly. 

'Tell me what it is you like," he insisted, speaking through his bared 
teeth. 

"W-what?" she managed to ask with difficulty. 

"Tell me what I'm doing to you, I said," he demanded unfeelingly. 

"I - I - can't! Don't make me," she implored in anguished tones. 

"Tell me!" he demanded, putting more of his strength behind his seemingly 
endless cock as he forced it farther inside her already full cunt and made 
it swell in circumference, as he reveled in her increased suffering. 

"Agggggh, God. Don't! I can't!" She struggled miserably to hang onto the 
last vestiges of her innocence and modesty. She knew that if she gave in to 
this it would be the final humiliation and surrender. She would have no 
right to pride again, and she would be completely at his mercy forever. He 
had forced his way through her virginity and sense of decorum, erasing her 
self-respect with his lust-hardened penis, knowing she was anxious not to 
lose her chance at singing. She just couldn't let him force her into 
speaking those salacious words with his lewd gaze watching the obscene words 
form on her trembling lips. She couldn't, but he was going to make her do 
it. 

He rammed it deeper and roughly bruised his fingers into the white skin of 
her shoulders at the same time. 

"Say it, you little blonde bitch." 

Her eyes stung as he spat down the obscenities at her, and she was sobbing 
around the words as they came out. "Ohhhhh! Do it to me! You're inside me, 
do it to me!" she cried as her resistance was broken. 

"Not that way, use prick and fuck. Say it!" Suddenly the dam preserving her 
deepest defenses broke and the sounds flooded out. "Ohhhhh, God, your cock 
is filling my cunt. Fuck it! Ohhhhh, fuck my pussy!" The last obscenity 
hissed reluctantly through her tightly-clenched teeth and her cheeks were 
streaming with tears as she realized he had finally destroyed the last 
remains of her youthful decency. Nothing would ever be the same again and 
she wished his fiery, hardened cock were a flaming sword killing her in her 
final degradation. She was little better than a common whore! "I'm a whore!" 
she sobbed. "Oh, God! Just a horrible little whore!" 

Ted Dorsey saw the last determined reluctance leave her features and heard 
the forbidden words shape in her red-lipped young mouth as her hips began 
slowly undulating against her imprisoned body, feeling the succulent 
resistance inside her widely-stretched vagina. He fastened his greedy mouth 
over hers tasting the agonized moans as they escaped her throat and started 
a short-stroked fucking motion with his hotly-sheathed cock. God she's 
tight! he thought to himself as he moved relentlessly back and forth. Then 
he could feel the wresting narrowness of the vaginal passage opening 
perceptibly and felt the lubricating juices hotly drowning his 
heavily-straining prick. It was then he knew that it wouldn't take long to 
turn her sickened moans of pain into lewdly-abandoned grunts of pure animal 
lust. Already he could feel tiny answering movements in her smooth young 
belly as her full rounded buttocks began churning lightly under him, and his 
balls dangling heavily down against her tiny, nakedly-exposed anus. 

Until now, he knew, she had thought of herself as a pure innocent girl who 
had the world on a string by virtue of her remote desirability. Well, now 
she would see what it was all about, he thought. He could see that she had 
kept hidden away inside her a hot side of her nature that he was suddenly 
getting turned on. 

Kathy knew that she had finally reached the point where she would lose 
complete control of her flesh-impaled body, and it was as if she had been 
standing off to the side somewhere watching this happen to a total stranger 
as she felt a sudden change begin deep down in her heavily-filled belly. She 
no longer had any good reason not to give in to the hot lodestone of desire 
he had dug into with his probing cock, and she was surprised and shocked to 
feel violent waves of pleasure rush through her as Ted's slowly-sliding 
hardness thrust wetly into her throbbing cunt. 

Suddenly she hunkered her body as far away from his as she could and then 
threw herself writhing violently into the fullest contact with his body she 
could get and she gurgled out her lewdly-rising passion up into his searing 
wet mouth, her tongue lashing around his as it snaked prick-like toward the 
back of her throat. She gurgled incessantly in the depths of her belly as 
she felt his burgeoning cock slicing rhythmically into her open cunt. 

Sensing that he did not have to hold her under him any longer, Ted moved his 
hands down to knead the resilient white cheeks of her ass, remembering the 
soft, sensuous jiggling movements her ripe young buttocks had made as she 
had sang the whore's street-song that first night of her try-out with the 
band. His fingers dug painfully into her from below and he slammed her naked 
lions harder against him, feeling her arch her body up to him even further 
as she sought to have him screw even deeper into her cuntal hole as it 
clasped tightly and hungrily now around his burgeoning penis. 

The agony for Kathy had lessened now, and she felt her legs, of their own 
accord, spreading wider on either side of his humping body, her calves and 
ankles jerking wildly out in the air. She could feel his heavy, sperm-laden 
balls slapping harder and harder against her lions, and her tiny flexing 
anus quivered and trembled down beneath her wetly-assaulted cunt. 

Dorsey's heavy, lust-hardened penis pummeled wildly up into her open young 
pussy as it slipped in and out in a long, smooth pistoning motion. He teased 
the fingers of his right hand over the bouncing, firmness of her ass-cheeks 
until he found the small, circled lips of her anus and lightly tickled the 
tiny puckered hole. He twirled closer and closer to the rhythmically-flexing 
center of her squinting anus until his finger was moistened with her 
perspiration and excitedly trickling cuntal juices. Then he abruptly flicked 
at the softly-clenched pinkness and buried his middle finger up in it to the 
first knuckle. She tried to squirm away from his invading finger but there 
was no escape. She could only whimper helplessly around his flashing tongue 
as she felt herself being fucked both in the front and back, his finger 
massaging at and teasing the buried hardness of his cock through the thin 
membrane separating her burning pussy from her rectum. Uncontrollably her 
eagerly-pulsing clitoris rode up and down the smooth fleshy length of his 
rigid cock like a short stick on a picket fence, flipping over the rubbery 
crown like a tiny springing catapult. 

Spurred on by her cock-wrenching fury, Ted flexed the muscles of his right 
arm and drove his middle finger all the way up into her anus until the palm 
of his hand slapped resoundingly against her rounded buttocks. 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped painfully, and he revolved the tip of it around deep 
inside the walls of her rectum deliberately, savoring her suffering and 
stretching her as wide as he could down there. 

"Oh, God! It hhhhhhuuuuurrrrrtttttsssss!" she screamed up into his throat, 
her breath hissing like steam in his mouth. He speared his ivory-hard prick 
more ferociously as her relentlessly-impaled body writhed under him like a 
stormy white sea of flesh. 

Then slowly, her finger-filled young anus stretched enough to accommodate 
his lewdly-probing finger and she backed down onto it eagerly as she 
continued grinding hotly and hungrily up against his deeply-imbedded cock 
with her wetly-clasping pussy. He laughed obscenely onto her 
shamelessly-sucking mouth when he felt her anus swivel and churn back down 
onto his out-thrust finger, making his cock jerk inside her like a whipping 
cattle prod. 

Ceasing his squeezing and pinching of her buttocks with his other hand, he 
captured her clenched fingers in his and guided them down under her own 
rhythmically-jerking ass-cheeks and forced her fingers around his 
cum-bloated balls. Her fingers raked over their sperm-filled softness and 
then grabbed their double fullness through the tautly-stretched skin and 
pulled them fiercely, her palm feeling the plump wetness of his prick as it 
drove ceaselessly up into her blonde-fringed pussy. 

Dorsey let the palm of his hand feel her fondling his balls while his 
fingers tickled the tightly-locked lips of her cuntal mouth around his 
driving cock as tight as a slippery, butter-filled glove. She wriggled under 
him in wild abandon now and her pussy became greedier and greedier as it 
blossomed into juicy heat, the walls of her vagina swallowing his 
heavily-throbbing hardness as though it were a starving little animal. 

The smooth inner tendons of her thighs quivered incessantly now under him, 
and he knew she was beginning the race to a shattering orgasm, the likes of 
which she had never had. 

Her eager young loins thrashed wantonly on the twin skewers of his cock and 
middle finger and she lashed her blonde silken hair from side to side 
against the mattress as she snapped like a whip with each wetly sucking 
sound of her hungrily-nibbling cunt. Her pink-nailed fingers milked his 
balls and he quickened his fucking tempo, the rampaging fury of his 
blood-swollen cock forcing deep visceral grunts from her throat, and he felt 
the thickness of his plundering prick growing and growing and growing... 

He was fucking into her faster and faster now, his blood-hardened penis 
dipping deeper into the hotly-gushing fluids of her flooding vagina as she 
suddenly embraced his rolling hips with her thighs and legs and spurred him 
on with her heels kicking wildly at his heavily-driving buttocks. Her 
fingers teased and milked at his sperm-filled balls like the tits of a cow, 
and he felt the cum boiling and ready to explode through his prick like 
steam through an under-sized pipe. He waited, his mind swimming with 
frenzied lust, until suddenly he felt her shudder violently beneath him and 
grind her hotly-sucking pussy mouth hard up at the base of his 
stiffly-plunging shaft. 

"Ohhhhh! Goooooood! Fuck meeeee! I'm cummmming! I'M CUMMMMMMING!" She 
churned her loins up onto his flashing rod and milked and jerked at his 
near-bursting balls, her eyes whirlpooling in wild, uncontrollable ecstasy. 

Ted Dorsey felt the surge begin deep in the bristling sac at the back of his 
still-pistoning cock, electrified as if struck by lightning, as her fingers 
kneaded his balls and her orgasm-flooded pussy sucked hungrily while she was 
cumming, her orgasmic fluids exploding out, running lewdly down between the 
desperately clenched cheeks of her buttocks. The bursting tide rose through 
his aching prick too, until he felt it was a high-tension pole, and his 
sperm-rich cum spurted and boiled out like cream from a punctured aerosol 
can into the hot, sucking little mouth of her vagina, spattering hard back 
against the mouth of her cervix in quick, machine-gun-like bursts. 

Ted and Kathy rocked on in the flooding lust of their dual orgasm until the 
cumming had faded away like thunder moving into the distance, and he 
collapsed heavily down onto her sweating young breasts, exhausted and 
emptied as he had never been before. 

He sensed it when the frenzy of abandoned screwing let her back down and she 
suddenly realized what she had been doing. She shrank away from him, her 
body retreating like a wounded animal from his wherever she could draw away. 

He raised his face a few inches above hers and grinned down over the flushed 
features and swollen lips still wet from his passion-driven kisses. "How'd 
you like that, baby?" 

She twisted her face away from his and felt a choking sensation in her 
throat. She was so ashamed! She had responded to his dirty-minded couldn't 
open her eyes to look at his hovering face. He tweaked her softly-receding 
nipple painfully between his thumb and forefinger, and she winced, tears 
starting in the comers of her eyes. "I said, how did you like the fucking I 
gave you?" he repeated with a slight mocking tone in his voice. She cowered 
from the words and the unfeeling gruffness of his tone. 

"It was good, Ted," she finally said in a listless answer. "Now go away and 
leave me alone." She wanted to have a good, self-pitying cry, but she didn't 
want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how far he had broken her 
aloofness. He had degraded her more than she would have thought possible, 
but she wasn't going to give him that final pleasure of seeing her go to 
pieces. Not if she could help it. She steeled herself for further 
obscenities from him, squinting her eyes shut to keep back the tears welling 
up inside her, and her throat was filled with a choking lump. 

"Hold onto your horses, baby. My hard-on hasn't even gone down yet." He 
flexed the slightly-deflated cock in her belly and laughed. "See what I 
mean?" She was too mortified by his lewd words and actions to answer. Her 
full lips pouted downwards as she felt herself nearer to breaking down in 
front of him and she covered her face with one arm to protect herself from 
his watching eyes. 

"Please, Ted, I have to shower and get ready for tonight. Please leave me 
alone now." She had a begging inflection to her voice now. 

"We still have plenty of time. Maybe enough for another run-through, huh?" 
He taunted her and throbbed more blood into his now-wavering cock up inside 
her. There would be plenty of time to continue her education, he thought, 
and he backed away from her sperm-flooded young pussy till his cock sucked 
noisily out of her cuntal lips, warm white cum gathering at the mouth of her 
vagina like freshly-made cream before trickling slowly, in a thin tiny 
rivulet down the fleshy pink lips toward her finger-stretched little anus. 

He placed a hand on her smoothly-curved hip and rolled her onto her side 
long enough to slap her there playfully with his deflating penis. Then he 
let her buttocks roll back onto the semen-soaked mattress as she moaned 
softly in her ultimate disgrace and humiliation. 

Thank God, she said to herself as she heard the bathroom door open and 
close, and she fell apart tearfully with her face pressed into the mattress, 
her white, firmly-rounded young buttocks trembling uncontrollably as she 
sobbed out her frustration and anger at the lewd betrayal of her body. 

* * * 

The drummer fucked savagely into the wetly-clasping lips of Ruby Rogers's 
wildly undulating young pussy as he heard Kathy loudly screaming out her 
orgasm in the next room, and, using the smoothly-rounded curves of her hips 
as handles, he pulled her hungrily-swiveling little cunt even tighter back 
into his groin with each resounding thrust up the slitheringly-moist vagina. 
"Aggggghrrrrrr! Work over my goddamned balls, cunt. Pull the ever-lovin' cum 
right up into your hot fucking pussy!" 

Ruby did as she was commanded, thinking of the bandleader, Ted Dorsey's huge 
cock wringing out the juices in their new vocalist's virginal young pussy 
and feeling her own clitoris jumping at her tightly pressed thumb as she 
pulled and milked at his cum-laden balls. Then she felt the sweet aching 
sensation deep in the muscles of her firm white thighs as she started 
climaxing in her whole body, from the roots of her wildly-flailing hair 
hanging in the bathtub to the tips of her toes. 

"Ughhhh! I'm cumming, honey-fuck. I'm cummmmmming all over your hard-assed 
cock! I'M CUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM INNNNNNGGGG!" Her wildly-dancing breasts jiggled 
and dangled below her chest as she tried with her cunt muscles to suck his 
heavily-battering cock and excitedly-jerking balls right up into her 
voraciously quivering belly. 

"I'm right with you, cunt. I'm cumming enough to fill your fucking cunt, 
right now. Nooooowwwww! I'm cummmmming!" He pounded his belly against her 
hotly-screwing back-buttocks as she squirmed dog-fashion toward his 
pile-driving hardness, seeing her tight, pink little anus dilate like 
persimmon-puckered lips as she hell-bent-for-leather rode his wildly-jerking 
cock to a frenetic climax. 

His knees wobbled as the heavily-throbbing cum drained torrent-like up into 
her wetly-flooding pussy, and then slipped his deflating cock out of her 
still clasping-unclasping cunt with a lewd wet plopping noise as she 
squeezed her vaginal muscles, following his retreating penis out until the 
thin white droplets of semen seeped out through her parting cuntal lips and 
trickled wetly down the insides of her still-spread thighs. 

"God! I can't wait to ram my cock into that new singer's hot little cunt!" 
he groaned as he grasped his softening prick and sagging balls in his hand. 
"No shit, I'm going to fuck the living daylights out of that uptight bitch." 

Ruby resented his remarks as she straightened up from her animal-like 
posture, her completely-plundered pussy still throbbing between her legs 
like a laboring heartbeat. "You sonofabitch! You'll be lucky if you can get 
a hard-on for the next month. And it takes a lot more cock that you've got 
to satisfy a woman." She was jealous of the new piece of ass that their 
bandleader had just broken in, and she taunted Ed's virility in her fuming 
anger. 

"Shut up, cunt!" he shouted at her and slapped his sperm-moistened hand 
viciously across her mouth, rubbing it in. "Get back to your room and wipe 
my cum off your legs, whore, before I change my mind and choke you to death 
on my pussy-soaked cock." He threatened her with the bobbing red head and 
started to reach for her tangled brown hair. Quickly she left the room with 
terror-stricken eyes as she saw his well-known sadistic streak rising to the 
surface. She had seen him that way more than once, and didn't care to suffer 
at his hands again for awhile. Just wait, she thought as she entered Ted's 
room through the bathroom door. Just wait till Ed gets his homy hands on 
that bitch, Kathy. She'd be sorry she ever waggled her innocent little ass 
into the audition that day. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The white-striped asphalt highway snaked over the undulating landscape in 
endless, arching repetition. From the crest of each rise you could see more 
of the same dead-ahead, diminishing to the horizon. The soil was a lurid red 
clay with sparse patches of green-shafted wheat just barely breaking through 
into the sun. It must have rained during the night here, for there were 
puddles lying in the low spots on the pavement like pieces of fallen sky, 
and the tires hissed and sent shining spray into the air when they splashed 
through the pools. Tall ragged-barked pine trees with ridiculous tufts of 
needles pronging near the tops stood in the wet fields as straight as 
telephone poles. Billowing white clouds were piling up in the distance like 
mounds of unwashed sheets. 

Kathy rode in the middle of the front seat of the Mercedes-Benz with Ted 
driving and Ruby half-dozing against the window on her right. Jim's right 
hand rested familiarly on her left knee where he had let it drop after 
shoving a cartridge into the tape-deck. Grace Slick was singing "Don't You 
Want Somebody to Love" at peak volume in the enclosed car as they cruised at 
seventy miles per hour up and down the hills hypnotically. 

Kathy thought back to the club-concert the night before. Ted had told her to 
consider it just another dress rehearsal for the big one in San Francisco, 
and she thought she had done very well, and he had confirmed her belief by 
praising her performance highly after they returned to the motel. She was 
extremely proud of herself, especially since she had gone to the club 
feeling crushed with self-pity and debasement. But when the crowd was 
buzzing and clinking glasses in front of her on the stand and she had felt 
the opening blues feeling of "Can't Help Loving That Man of Mine", she had 
shrugged her depression into the lyrics of the song and put her whole heart 
into it. She knew when she finished that one that she had learned something 
that afternoon which she had never known before -- she understood what 
musicians meant when they said 'You gotta pay your dues to feel it when you 
perform '. 

Well, she had felt the mixture of sorrow and excitement the song carried in 
its words, and she had delivered them with a vengeance, better than she had 
ever managed before. She'd show Ted Dorsey and the whole group she wasn't 
easy to drag down into the gutter and be left there; she'd rise right up 
again and bring her whole being to her art. 

She suddenly wondered if that's what he believed would happen if he caused 
her to suffer enough at his hands. She stole a glance at him out of the 
comer of her eye, seeing his hand now squeezing her soft flesh just above 
her stockinged knee. At rest driving the heavy car, staring dreamily at the 
road ahead, he didn't look like a cruel man. It was hard to believe he had 
treated her so shabbily in the motel. As she thought of the scene on the 
bed, she blushed involuntarily and her pelvis ached. Her breathing became a 
little unsteady and she felt shame all over again for behaving as he had 
forced her to behave. Even though she was disgusted by the memory, or so she 
told herself, she felt the nipples of her firm ripe breasts come to life and 
nudge at the cotton blouse reminding her of her own sexuality. She squeezed 
her thighs together to ease the tiny fluttering sensations she felt up 
between them, and Ted tightened his grip on her flesh, thinking she was 
responding to him. 

"You feel good, baby. We're going to be all right together." He spoke 
consolingly, thinking she might be rehearsing his brutal near-rape of the 
day before. Jesus, he thought, she had to be the tightest fuck he had had in 
a long time. He just hoped he could get into her enough before San Francisco 
to turn her on to sex once and for all. And he knew she would hang in until 
she got a chance to do the big job on TV. He licked his lips thinking about 
what they would do before they got there, and he was further excited by the 
knowledge that she just might be good enough at singing to help him make it 
big again. It wouldn't take much, he thought, I'm really on an up-trip 
anyway, but she'll be the ticket back into the big-time. 

Just thinking about the thin, warmly-clasping little cunt between her 
spread-eagled legs made his penis start climbing in his restricting jockey 
shorts like an Indian rope-trick. He slid the back of his fingernails up the 
thinly-clad inside of her thigh, pushing the short mini-skirt ahead of his 
hand as he moved toward the vee of her pelvis. He was suddenly stopped short 
as her hand grasped his wrist and held it firm. 

"Don't! Not here with three of us in the front seat," Kathy whispered 
hoarsely, looking to see if Ruby's eyes were open. She was apparently still 
sleeping, her mouth hanging open slightly. 

Ted's foot jerked on the accelerator, throwing them against the restraining 
back of the seat. The speedometer jumped from seventy to eighty-five in a 
few seconds. Then he held that speed and looked sidewise at Kathy. "Let go 
of my hand, Kathy. I want to touch your cunt... " 

"Don't say that!" she said, interrupting him and releasing his hand. 

"That's better. Now spread your legs a little." She did as she was told, her 
eyes covetly watching alternately the vibrating speedometer and the piano 
player, Ruby's, dozing face. She felt his fingers reach the top of her 
stockings and brush along her naked skin inches from her pubic vee. 
Uninvited, goosebumps rippled on the tender parts of her body, and she felt 
a little nudge of arousal strike at the base of her stomach. 

Reaching the silken crotchband of her white bikini panties, he extended his 
middle finger and caught at the elastic legband, lifting it far enough to 
insert his finger in the soft curls of pubic hair compressed into the warm 
space enclosed by the panties. He probed into the soft mound of flesh until 
he found her warm cuntal slit and insinuated his finger into the opening, 
stroking up and down as he searched for the tiny pink bud of her clitoris. 

She sighed nervously as his finger slid in between the sensitive red lips of 
her cunt and she felt a minute throbbing begin when he touched her quivering 
clitoris. She tried to cover what his hand was doing with her own in case 
Ruby should awaken. She would be so embarrassed if she should see what was 
going on! 

The juices started hotly flowing around his finger, releasing the light 
female perfume of her excitement into the air in the car. Jim felt his penis 
urgently stiffening against his belly, and he edged the speedometer up to 
ninety, his throat becoming dry with his rising lust. 

"Put your hand on my pants," he said hoarsely. "Feel my cock coming up." 

"Noooo, Ted, we can't! Not here," Kathy whimpered. Ruby'll see us!" 

"Do as you're told, damn it!" Ted shouted furiously. 

"Wha-what?" murmured Ruby as she lifted her head and opened her eyes. 
Immediately she saw Ted's finger working up under Kathy's panties at her 
nakedly-exposed cunt and a flash of white-hot jealousy hit her, a wave of 
lustful heat invading her body at the same time. 

Kathy tried to close her legs together when she realized that Ruby was 
awake, mortified to be seen being finger-fucked so openly between her cuntal 
lips. 

"Goddamn it! Ruby, will you take this scared little bitch's hand and put it 
on my cock?" Ted ordered removing his hand from beneath Kathy's panties and 
zipping down his fly. He shoved his jockey shorts down below his balls so 
that he felt cool air on his rigidly-standing hardness and the soft skin of 
his slowly-filling balls. 

Ruby smiled maliciously at her chance to humiliate the new girl and grabbed 
Kathy's right hand with both of hers and pushed it slowly toward the 
now-heavily pulsating head of his upright cock. Her shoulder pushed into the 
soft flesh of Kathy's upper arm as they struggled together. Finally Kathy 
felt the pulsing heat of his naked penis against the open palm of her hand 
and she saw Ruby's hand forcing her own to wrap tightly around the hardened 
flesh. Ruby's hands held hers in place for a long time, gently stroking it 
up and down the lust-stiffened shaft. 

Ted reached up and set the rear-view mirror so that it captured the three 
feminine hands holding onto his burgeoning cock and his mammoth sperm-laden 
testicles bulging out of his open fly. He could see the horror on Kathy's 
face pushed protestingly against his velour shirt as she fought looking at 
his slowly-seeping cock-head and grinned as he decided he would force her to 
suck it while they sped along the highway. 

He swerved around a fast-moving Plymouth and smiled at the startled look of 
the hick as he caught a glimpse of the two women struggling over his hidden 
loins. I'll bet that sonofabitch breaks his ass trying to catch up and get 
another look, he thought to himself. 

He removed one of his hands from the steering wheel and grabbed a handful of 
Kathy's blonde hair, painfully pulling it by the roots as he tangled his 
fingers in the silken tresses. 

"Ruby, pull up her skirt," he commanded. "I've got her head!" Out of the 
comer of his eye he watched Ruby lift the mini-skirt to reveal the skimpy 
bikini pants and the lacy straps of her garter belt. "That's a beautiful ass 
you've got, baby." He tightened his fingers in her hair as her hand started 
to pull away from his still-hardening cock. "Drop her panties, Ruby. I want 
to see that hot little cunt naked again. And keep your fucking hand on my 
prick, bitch, or I'll pull your hair out by the roots." 

Ruby slipped down the panties, forcing the firmly-clenched thighs apart as 
she did so. She saw the youthful blonde pubic triangle exposed to the open 
air and felt a tingle down in her own hotly-quivering clitoris. God, it was 
going to be great to see the little bitch being made to squirm! She changed 
her position in the seat and rolled Kathy onto her side, Kathy's left thigh 
pressed with all its taut flesh hotly against her own, and jackknifed 
Kathy's right leg, forcing her knee down onto the car floor. Now Kathy's 
tiny puckered anus was bared between her spread white buttocks, and the 
hair-fringed lips of her cunt glistened in the sunlight. God! Thought Ruby, 
I would like to see her fucked in the asshole, screwed 'til she couldn't 
walk in her snooty little pussy. Ruby's vaginal juices wettened the inside 
of her thighs as she thought about a hard-shoving prick ramming into the 
soft, fleshy folds of the helplessly-trapped girl, the hanging balls at its 
thick base slapping the naked skin at the top of the full young thighs. 

Kathy just couldn't believe what was happening to her. The tape was still 
rocking her ears with its guitar sounds and Janis Joplin, the tires were 
hissing furiously as they flew over the highway, everything outside the car 
was the same as ever, but she was being debased and humiliated in broad 
daylight with another young woman leaning over her nude buttocks watching 
her disgrace. She couldn't stand it! She would never be able to face anyone 
again if she didn't get out of that horrid situation before it was too late. 

"Pleeeeeeease, Ted. Let me up! Don't!" she cried helplessly, but he only dug 
his fingers in harder, making her tighten her grip on his rigidly-stiff cock 
to brace herself against the pain and the anguish of her awkward, splayed 
position. 

"Shut up! Play with it, baby; make it feel good and maybe I won't make you 
suck it. 

She gasped at the obscene threat, her throat already constricting in 
horrible anticipation of having her mouth forced down onto the huge 
liquidly-seeping head of his penis, and she busily squeezed and stroked his 
hot, tight-skinned prick, grazing, her nails over his cum-distended balls on 
the down-stroke, hoping to bring him to a climax before he carried out his 
threat. The ridges of the surging hardness under her magenta-nailed hand 
aroused a sympathetic vibration in the inner reaches of her vagina, and she 
felt inward shame as warm, juicy fluids began oozing out of the walls inside 
her once-fucked pussy. She heard him moan his pleasure and jerk his 
still-enlarging prick in her hand as she cupped his huge sperm-bloated balls 
and teased them softly, anxious to make him cum quickly. 

Ruby felt her own pussy really aching between her thighs, and she slipped 
her left hand inside the unbuttoned waistband of her form-fitted slacks, 
snaking her extended middle finger down through the curling brown pubic hair 
and on down into the slippery wet cuntal-slit, where she immediately found 
the hot pink bud of her eagerly waiting clitoris. 

"UMMMMMMM!" she moaned as she got a firm grip on her pussy-mound and flicked 
her well-practiced finger around the swiftly-erecting clitoris. 

Ted turned at the sound and saw what she was doing to herself, and he felt a 
new tremor pass up the length of his pole-hard shaft when he saw her 
finger-fucking herself with her eyes closed and her tongue wetly-licking her 
lips as she sat over the nakedly-trembling mounds of Kathy's upraised 
buttocks. 

"What's the matter, Ruby baby? You getting hot pants, too? I'll throw a good 
fuck into you later. God! She's really getting to my cock!" His eyes glanced 
down at the speedometer as he depressed his foot another notch on the 
accelerator, and the Mercedes lurched up to ninety miles an hour. 

Kathy felt the car jump forward and looked fearfully at the nearby 
speedometer and saw the needle quivering on ninety. Her pulse quickened and 
she stroked him faster with her hand. He's going to kill us! she thought 
frantically. If he cums at his speed we'll be all over the road! It suddenly 
seemed a way out of facing them after being disgraced and degraded the way 
she was now, and she loosened up her mind and body, smiling secretly to 
herself and giving in to the sensations flooding into her palpitating, 
flowing cunt. Her round smooth hips rotated back in a small circle as she 
ground her ivory thighs together, massaging her straining pink clitoris 
between them. 

Ruby felt the lewd movement against her leg and suddenly pressed her 
extended finger down into her own moistly-hot cunt and jammed it as hard as 
she could through the tightly-resisting young flesh, her knuckles meeting 
the softly-padding cuntal hair. Jesus! She thought, that feels good! I want 
to get fucked too! Suddenly remembering a long-necked brown beer bottle she 
had emptied and thrown into the back seat, she sat up and slipped her black 
slacks down to her knees, freeing her flame-seared cunt, the twin moons of 
her smooth young ass-cheeks quivering excitedly as she reached back over the 
seat and found the bottle. She drained the last drop of beer from it and 
sank it deeply into her full wet lips and swirled her saliva-coated tongue 
around the top to lubricate it before sitting back with her thighs spread 
wide under the dashboard. Then she spread the tight, hair-lined mouth of her 
aching vagina and touched the bottle wetly to her open cuntal slit. 

Ted saw what she was doing and thrust his bone-hard cock up toward Kathy's 
face in lustful fury. He forced her head down until he could feel his prick 
brushing her virgin lips, her teeth clamped desperately together. He pressed 
her face hard into his heavily-jerking cock wanting her to open us and suck 
the cum out of his balls. 

"NNNNN!" she protested through her tightly-closed lips. 

He pressed her lips into contact with his hard-fleshed cock again as he saw 
Ruby sigh and slouch down onto the brown-necked bottle. 

"NOOOOOO!" Kathy groaned, jerking her hand frantically up and down the 
ribbed shaft of his threatening cock. 

While her lips shaped the "O" of her protest, Ted rammed her straight down 
onto his hugely-pulsating cock-head and felt it scrape past her teeth and 
sink into her warm, wet mouth, her lips clasped around the crown and the 
tightly-stretched skin beneath it. He almost shot off his sperm-packed cum 
when he felt the hot wetness surround his plunging cock, but he clamped his 
buttocks together on the seat and gritted his teeth, wanting to enjoy what 
was happening longer. He knew she hated what she was doing, and that excited 
him even more, cum raging like white rapids in his balls. In the rear-view 
mirror he saw her cheeks bulging with the hugeness of his cock-head as her 
eyes squinted shut and her chin trembled in shame. He pushed the car up to a 
hundred miles an hour, the blood rushing to his veins like the air hissing 
by the windows of the forward-hurtling car. 

Kathy felt his semen-dripping cock drive into her trapped mouth and withdrew 
her tongue into the back of her mouth trying to avoid contact with the tip 
of his hardened penis, but she could not keep it away, and soon her tongue 
was circling the tiny eye, licking away the pungent male fluid, exploring 
the velvety-smooth end until she found the scalloped ridge of the head. He 
shuddered as she rubbed the tip of her exploring tongue around the crown and 
she felt the speed increase once more as he flexed his ankle and pushed the 
accelerator closer to the floor. She could see that there was not more than 
an inch and a half before it was down as far as it would go, and she nibbled 
at his eager, vibrating cock and sucked it deep up into her gullet, sending 
her Ups down the ribbed shaft as far as they would stretch. 

Her fear and shame suddenly changed into searing heat in her loins and she 
was sucking at his slowly-sawing penis, her hips circling and swaying in the 
air as her tight young pussy filled even more with the hotly-rising 
lubricating juices of her excitement. 

Ruby heard the lewd wet slurping sounds of Kathy sucking Ted's stiffly-erect 
prick, and she fucked the beer bottle faster and deeper into her cock-hungry 
cunt until the bulging flare of its neck popped into the swelling wetness of 
the already widely-stretched lips. She was gyrating on the seat, her naked 
rounded buttocks bumping against the skin of Kathy's now whitely swirling 
ass. She opened her eyes and looked at the innocent young girl's naked 
buttocks grinding into contact with her own and suddenly wanted to touch the 
smooth skin herself. She slid her right hand from the glass bottle and took 
over the pumping motions with her left as she reached over to pinch the 
firm-ripe ass and flick her fingers into the perspiration-streaked crevice 
and down over the tiny puckered little anus, dipping teasingly into the 
hair-fringed cuntal slit clasped shut between the fleshy thighs. 

Kathy responded to the prurient fingers probing her tightly-exposed anus and 
her moistened pussy without caring who it was caressing her, and she pulled 
her knee higher to let the finger work its way deeper into her hotly-pulsing 
vaginal lips. She knew then it was Ruby because the nail of the extended 
finger was long and sharp and thee finger was too small for Ted, besides his 
right hand still held her hair and was grinding her roundly-ovaled lips 
rhythmically up and down his blood-filled cock. Her alternately-bulging and 
hollowing cheeks blushed red in humiliation as her body wildly thrashed in 
her excitement. Then the finger was inside her clasping, flooding pussy and 
she felt herself being finger-fucked by another woman and liking it. Ohhh my 
God! What's happening to me? she screamed inwardly. Am I so depraved that I 
can enjoy being used like a whorehouse bitch? I deserve to die! She groaned 
around Ted's swifter thrusting cock and urged him to spill his boiling cum 
in her mouth like the filthy slut she was becoming, and she fucked and 
ground her heated young ass back onto the invading linger voraciously. 

Ted felt his balls swelling to the bursting point and groaned deep in his 
throat as Kathy's mouth slipped obscenely down the length of his shaft until 
her protruding lips touched her own fingers clamped down around the thick 
base of his cock, her last three fingers clawing at his tight, 
excitedly-throbbing balls. She began sucking him greedily and jacking him 
off in short, quick strokes as she felt him close to cumming. Wildly he 
stomped his foot to the floor and watched the red needle of the speedometer 
wriggle its way up to the one-hundred-and-twenty mark, knowing she was 
driving him crazy the way she was sucking and jerking his rigid, thickening 
cock, and not caring. He took his eyes off the road and looked at Ruby 
fucking herself in her now wildly gyrating cunt with the bottle and 
finger-fucking the soft swaying pussy offered up to her from behind. He let 
Kathy's hair loose, and she sucked and bobbed over his bulging prick even 
more wantonly as he reached for her grinding, moon-like buttocks. He 
searched the moist swinging crevice between the widespread cheeks with his 
fingers until he found the tight, rubbery little ring of her anus, and 
without warning or hesitation wormed his middle finger in the tiny puckered 
hole up to the first knuckle, feeling his sharp fingernail scraping the 
inside of her rectum on the way in. 

Kathy cringed painfully from his unexpected thrust, biting down hard on his 
saliva-soaked prick. 

"OOOOOOOMPH!" she moaned around his still-growing cock, and finally 
deliciously settled back onto his rectum-invading finger, savoring her 
further degradation, twisting and grinding her buttocks back wildly on the 
fingers rapidly fucking both her throbbing cunt and her defenseless asshole. 
Soon she felt the rising waves of her own climax begin in the remote 
recesses of her belly and she thrashed wildly on the seat, slapping her 
resilient young buttocks against the other girl Ruby's nakedly-straining 
thighs. 

She was cumming! Her hot finger-filled pussy was cumming! She felt the flood 
of juices rush over Ruby's eagerly-pistoning finger and gush out onto her 
thighs. 

"Unnnnnnn!" she groaned, sucking hungrily at Ted's heavily-throbbing prick, 
and then she felt the rhythmic throbbing begin even deeper down in the thick 
root of his cock and burst splashingly up into her throat. She swallowed and 
swallowed again and again as the great, hotly-pulsating geyser of cum filled 
her throat with its burning hot fluid, her Adam's apple jerking up and down 
in her pale white throat. 

"I'm cumming! Goddamn it, I'M CUMMMMMMING." Ted shoved his bursting cock 
into her mouth raising off the seat and ramming his finger all the way into 
her tightly-clenching anus till his knuckles struck the bouncing flesh of 
her ass. 

"Me too! Ohhhhh, God! I'm cumming off too. Fuck harder! Suck his goddamn 
cock! I'M CUMMMMMING!" Kathy heard Ruby screaming and felt her fingerfuck 
her faster and faster wondering what the gushing splashing sounds were, like 
a man's hard-driving penis screwing Ruby's wetly-sucking pussy. 

Then the sound of the orgastic groans died away and she could hear the 
hissing sounds of the car fish-tailing on the highway and lifted her head 
and licked her semen-covered lips to take it hungrily into her 
still-swallowing mouth. Then she saw Ruby, her head flung onto the back of 
the seat, her slacks down around her ankles, her desperately-straining 
thighs flung widely apart, her hand still pumping slowly at her cuntal slit 
with the wetly-glistening beer bottle. The fingers of her right hand, still 
wet with Kathy's orgasmic juices, obscenely massaged at her visibly-erect 
little clitoris as she finished her cumming with tightly-closed eyes, her 
tongue flicking hungrily around her lips. 

"Jesus! That was fantastic!" Ted groaned as he got the careening car under 
control. Kathy turned and- hid her face on the plastic seat cover and 
shuddered in self-disgust. What had she gotten herself into? she asked 
herself. But she couldn't do anything to stop the aching pleasure still 
rippling through her loins, and she knew that whatever it was, she was going 
to stick with it. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The club was roaring with applause and the whistles of an approving audience 
as Kathy bowed beside the microphone. The bright lights spotted on her now 
that she had finished singing "Little Girl Blue" with a sobbing, broken 
voice sweet with sadness, blinding her and sweat ran down her back from 
their heat. She finally got a nod from Ted and she disappeared through the 
side door toward the rear of the little stage and stepped into the dressing 
room. She flipped the switch on the revolving fan and stood gratefully in 
front of it as it wafted cool air over her body, her eyes closed in ecstasy. 

She was good! She really was good, and everybody knew it. In fact, she was 
turning out after only five days on the road with Ted's group, to be a much 
better singer than she had ever been in her life. She wondered as she felt 
the perspiration evaporating and cooling her heated young body how much of 
it was due to singing for the first time with a really professional band and 
how much was because of the demanding course she had been subjected to in 
sex. 

She heard Ted launch into an imitation of Stan Getz' Bossanova style, 
obviously a request from the admiring crowd, and she let herself drop 
exhaustedly onto the chair in front of the make-up mirror. She looked in the 
glass and saw herself, amazed at the outward innocence still radiating from 
her youthful face. She bent over and looked more closely, thinking she could 
see the hidden depravity somewhere deep in her bright blue eyes, but she 
realized suddenly that the only difference was only to be found deep inside, 
though her deeply-felt grief clearly had improved her renditions of the 
songs telling of suffering lovers. 

She felt a sudden flood of gratitude to Ted and the others for the things 
they had done to her, things she had until that moment hated them for, even 
though she would never have antagonized them on that account. She had too 
much at stake. 

She remembered back over the last two nights of orgiastic behavior and felt 
a pleasant warmth down between her closely-compressed thighs. First, Ed had 
come into the room with Ruby while Ted had been fucking her and Kathy was in 
the wild throes of multiple orgasm, and Ed had lain down beside her, avidly 
watching her getting fucked while Ruby noisily sucked his long, hard cock. 
Then he made Ruby get down on all fours on the bed and savagely fucked her 
dog-fashion before her very eyes, Ruby muttering such obscenities as she had 
never heard before. 

Then the next night, Hank, the tall, quiet hatchet-faced bass player had 
practically raped Kathy while all the others watched laughing and doing the 
lewdest things imaginable. Hank hadn't said so much as one word to her 
before that night, and said nothing then either until he reared up and 
shouted that he was cumming and nearly split her open on his pile-driving 
cock, his huge hanging balls pounding against her upturned ass-like 
cream-filled punching bags. 

God! she thought, what a hell of a cum I had that time, seeing the others 
nakedly watching and hand-fucking each other. It felt like the top of my 
head was coming off, and I thought I would never be able to walk again, 
Hank's cock was so goddamned huge! 

But here I am, she thought, and my pussy seems none the worse for wear, I 
can sing like a saint, and I have absolutely nothing more to lose. 

Her aching loins burned on the stool where she was sitting, and she slipped 
aside the gown slit all the way up one tapered long leg to massage and calm 
her moistening pussy. She was suddenly so excited by her own probing fingers 
that she saw in the mirror that her face was undergoing a change. Her lips 
were parted slightly as her breathing became heavier, and her eyes seemed 
heavy-lidded and sexy. She knew then what men saw in her and why their 
genitals rose up in lusting fury, eager to pump into her waiting young 
pussy-lips. She would feel the same way if she were a man. She imagined for 
a moment what it would be like, and she mercilessly forced two stiffened 
fingers around the restraining band of her silk panties and shoved them 
brutally into her wet, rubbery cuntal slit. 

At that moment, while she felt a maddening wave of desire to be fucked flow 
through her young body, the door clicked open and she opened her eyes again 
to see Ed's eyes glinting darkly at hers in the mirror. 

"Sonofabitch!" he said huskily, and he locked the door behind him, at the 
same time zipping down the fly on his tuxedo pants. Even before his deflated 
cock and low-hanging balls were completely freed from his jockey shorts, the 
blood was beginning to stiffen it and he brandished it gleefully as he took 
the two steps necessary to reach Kathy where she sat in front of the mirror, 
aghast that he had caught her playing with her pussy. 

The sight of his thick-headed cock jerking to life sent flares of hot 
sexuality through her veins, and her fingers were suddenly sopping wet from 
her own wetly-flowing vaginal juices. 

"I - I didn't hear you stop playing," Kathy stammered. It must be time for 
their twenty-minute break, and Ed would now want to fuck her for the whole 
twenty minutes since his burgeoning cock had already come to life. 

"So I see, baby. But we have time to get in a quickie, and nobody'll be the 
wiser." He grabbed her soft upper arm and lifted her from the stool, 
smashing her mouth with his, putting her moist fingers around the now fully 
erect prick. His tongue lashed serpent-like into the warm cavern of her 
mouth until he felt her body press gladly against his and she began slipping 
the loose skin of his eagerly-pulsing cock up and down, squeezing his balls 
once at the bottom like lemons. Then he sucked his lips away from hers and 
said, growlingly, "How do you want it baby, suck or fuck?" His wickedly 
glaring eyes fell onto her partially-exposed breasts where they mounded 
fleshily up out of her low-cut gown. 

"I --I--I've got to relax, have a drink, Ed. Wait until... " 

"Wait nothing." he hissed. "Strip off that gown before you get it ripped." 
He thrust his fingers into the crevice between her firm, white breasts and 
tugged forcefully at the dress. 

"Wait!" she cried, afraid he would tear the material. "Wait, I--I'll take it 
off." She put her hands behind her to lower the zipper down her back while 
he insinuated his fingers further down into the front of her dress and 
located an erecting nipple, which he pinched between his index and middle 
fingers. 

Then the dress was folded on the back of a chair and she stood before him 
with her firm, white breasts billowing over the top of a purple 
half-brassiere, the pink buds of her hardened nipples set in the brown-red 
circles of her aureoles like flower-centers. Down below, covering her tufted 
blonde pubic hair, she wore only matching purple bikini panties. 

My God, what a body this bitch has got! Ed thought to himself, admiring the 
long, columnar whiteness of her thighs, his eyes running over the firmness 
of her belly, the curving narrowness of her waist and on up to the ripe 
fruits of her raised breasts. I would like to look at her, and fuck her, and 
eat her all at the same time! She's got to be the finest piece I've ever 
dipped my wick into! 

"Just stand in front of the mirror and do what you were doing," he ordered 
her gruffly. 

"Wha--what?" Kathy asked incredulously. 

"Stand in front of the mirror and finger-fuck yourself for me!" he spat out 
the words and grasped a handful of the smooth, warm flesh of her buttocks. 
"Do it!" 

Looking at his hairy, large-knuckled hand slipping the skin up and down on 
his thickening cock in the mirror, she slid her right hand over the white 
smoothness of her belly and under the elastic of her thin, clinging bikini 
pants and found her quivering, erect clitoris bathed in her own cuntal 
juices. 

His left hand roughly caressed the firm flesh of her buttocks, his prying 
fingers edging under the elastic waistband of her panties, his 
stiffly-extended middle finger slipping down between the crevice of the twin 
globes of her buttocks to tickle the hot, puckering anus hidden in the 
fleshy tightness. 

Kathy stared fascinated at his bulging balls hanging under the huge cock, 
and could hardly believe the purple-veined thickness of his rigid shaft, but 
the gigantic, bulbous head of his prick was impossible! How had she taken 
that terrifying instrument into her own tiny cunt? She began swaying her 
rounded, full hips as her fingers became hot and slippery in her cuntal 
slit, and she felt his finger move slidingly in the wet space between her 
firm white buttocks, just touching teasingly at the red-mouthed opening of 
her anus. The thrilling sensation back there sent new ripples of excitement 
into the out-thrust nipples of her softly-bouncing breasts and down into the 
inner surfaces of her fiery, moist loins. 

Then his hand pulled her panties down over the fullness of her moon-white 
ass, and she felt the air from the fan cooling her perspiring flesh and 
gusting between her taut thighs as he inserted his fingers between them, 
forcing her to spread her feet on the floor to let him through. He dipped 
the probing finger in the flowing juices of her cuntal slit from beneath and 
tantalizingly swirled it around the blonde-haired cuntal opening before 
jamming it into the tight-mouthed walls of her pussy up to the first 
knuckle. Then he backed it out, circling the fingertip in the hotly-dripping 
fluid and sliding it back over the bridge to her tiny puckering anus. 
Smearing her own pussy juices down on the fearfully-twisting anus to 
lubricate it, Ed poised his fingertip at the verge of the small, 
helplessly-quivering opening and pushed relentlessly, despite her recoiling 
movement, until his finger popped through the tiny, vainly-resisting hole, 
twisting it deep up inside the tightly-clenching walls of her rectum until 
she started to relax back onto his invading finger and swiveled her hips 
lasciviously downward, bringing him into her farther. 

Soon her vulnerable young rectal passage was sluicing eagerly up and down on 
his jutting finger like a virgin's pussy, and he pulled his hand back and 
rammed it mercilessly all the way up in until his doubled fist struck the 
succulent, softness of her smoothly-rounded ass-cheeks with a resounding 
fleshy smacking noise. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! That hurts!" she groaned, her face contorted in the surface 
of the mirror. He had his finger slightly hooked up inside her tight-ringed 
rectal passage so that she could not escape his impaling finger, and he 
grinned crookedly at her reflection. 

"That ain't nothing but a little finger, baby," he jeered. "Wait till you 
feel this reaming you out." He pulled the loose skin all the way back from 
the semen-dripping head of his prick and shook it threateningly at her in 
the mirror. She opened her eyes in fright and made a tiny helpless "O" with 
her lips. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh! You can't, Ed," she mewled. "That's t--toooo big to get in me 
there." She could tell by the look on his face that he meant to sodomize 
her, and shivers of fear ran through her young body. 

"We'll see, baby. Maybe if you're real good... " He taunted her and began 
grinding his finger deeper in and out of her widely-stretched, little anal 
passage, coming out to the first joint, then sliding back slowly till his 
fingers felt her solid, jouncing buttocks against them again. 

Soon she was answering his movement as her unprotected anus became 
accustomed to the thickness of his finger, and she felt the delicate peak of 
her clitoris tingling, sending out delicious feelings to all of her 
shattered nerve endings. She was shamelessly enjoying it! She had come a 
long way since... 

"All right," Ed's voice interrupted her thoughts gruffly, "wet it!" 

"Hu-huh?" 

"You heard me," he said, forcefully grinding his fingertip into the wall of 
her rectum. "Take it in your mouth and suck it." Without losing his 
connection with her defenseless little asshole, he turned her around and 
pressed her head down sideways so that she could take its semen-beaded head 
in her mouth. She hesitated a moment, and then closing her eyes, fastened 
her red, fleshy lips on the blood-filled tip, licking her tongue into the 
slowly-seeping slit at the end as she felt it slipping up inside until the 
crown passed her teeth, seemingly filling her cock-bloated cheeks to the 
bursting with its hugeness. She nibbled teasingly with the sharp edges of 
her front teeth around the pulsing, velvet-smooth head. 

"Ahhhhhhhh! That's sweet, baby. Suck it good, really slop it up, and maybe 
it won't hurt so much when I cram this aching cock of mine up into your hot 
little asshole." He moaned in ecstasy as she practiced her newly-learned 
fellatio on his throbbing, swollen prick, and she hoped and prayed that he 
would decide to come in her mouth instead of up in her rectum. He would 
split her anus with that huge prick of his! In spite of her fear, she felt 
her moistly-dilating pussy filling with lubricating fluids and redoubled her 
rapidly-flipping fingering of her wildly-straining clitoris. The 
mucus-covered flanges of her cunt desperately cried out to suck up around a 
pussy-hungering cock, and she vigorously ground the curvaceous cheeks of her 
ass back against his deeply-implanted finger, matching his strokes 
one-for-one with the noisy wet mouth sucking she was giving his 
still-expanding prick. 

"Ugnn-Huh! Ugnn-Huh!" Ed repeated over and over as she slaved on his 
throbbing, mouth-drubbing cock. "Baby, you're one hell of a cocksucker! Oh, 
Jesus, lick it like that!" He watched her in the mirror, her 
perfectly-formed breasts bobbing lusciously, her beautiful, innocent-looking 
face sluicing his huge prick over his bulging, throbbing balls, his finger 
appearing and disappearing as he buried it in the glowing central point of 
her snow-white ass. And Jesus! was she ever fingering that fleece-lined, 
juice-dripping pussy of hers. It felt like his goddamned balls were going to 
explode! 

"Stop!" he said, pulling his throbbing, almost cumming prick out of her 
mouth. "Lean your face and tits down on the dresser. I'm going to fuck you 
from behind now." 

Her legs quivering with fear and intense excitement Kathy did as she was 
told. Her solid, cream-white ass was raised high, completely exposed to his 
view. She could see his maliciously-shining eyes in the mirror as he moved 
into position behind her, his finger flicking quickly out of her 
rose-colored anus. His battering ram of a prick seemed as long as his arm. 

Holding the girth of his tremendous cock in his right hand, he rubbed it up 
between her legs and stroked the oven building up in the glowing crimson 
cunt-slit, the head spreading the target-like oval of her livid pussy to a 
thin, hotly-sucking circle of soft blonde pubic hair throbbing around its 
smooth rubbery surface. 

"Uggggggg!" The circumference of his rigid cock-head made her cry out, her 
face contorted in the mirror, but she secretly hoped that he would shove it 
all the way into her hungrily needing cunt instead of her unprotected anus, 
and she tried to edge back onto its mammoth, jerking hardness. 

"Hold on, baby, I just want to get it good and juicy," he said, making 
short, lubricating jabs into her open pussy. 

"Aggh! Agggh!" It was so big! It seemed to be stretching her narrow vaginal 
opening far enough to split her wide open. 

Then the huge bulbous head slipped up into her cuntal lips with a soft wet 
popping sound and he grabbed her smoothly-curved hipbones and held her in 
place, suddenly tightening the muscles of his back and sending the thick, 
fleshy rod of his cock relentlessly up into the tightly-resisting channel. 
He groaned behind her and plunged stiffly inward through the wetly-giving 
walls of her pussy until it pounded heavily back into her uterus, his balls 
rubbing against and sandpapering the soft, creamy insides of her columnar 
thighs. 

"Oh, my God! You're killing me!" Kathy shouted, her face turning beet red. 
"Aggggggggh! Don't move! Don't move it!" She could feel the ragged insides 
of her wide-stretched cunt hugging the full length of his plundering cock 
like a wet rubber glove. She was hopelessly skewered on his pulsing, 
still-broadening prick, and he held her tightly against his kinky pubic hair 
mercilessly as he flexed the muscles of his buttocks, jerking his 
lust-hardened penis deep up inside her, gaining another half an inch of 
depth. 

She felt her own cuntal juices begin to flow in around the huge, invading 
cudgel, softening the effects of his painful entry into her secret cavern. 
Then she felt him retreating from her, the wet suctioning muscles of her 
inhumanly-split cunt snapping her vaginal walls together behind the receding 
prick. Finally she felt the ridge of the rubbery, maroon-colored head pull 
at the tender lips of her searingly hot cunt, and his huge prick came out 
with a quick, sucking little pop. She felt its now-moist, blood-filled tip 
slide up the narrow crevice between her sleek, ivory buttocks and come to 
rest at the tiny puckered opening of her anus. 

"Time's wasting, baby," he said hoarsely. "I've got to get into your cherry 
little asshole." He tightened his punishing fingers on the white flesh over 
her hipbones and nudged the rapacious head of his cock at the tiny, 
helplessly cringing opening, parting the defensively-puckering little ring 
just slightly. 

Until now, Kathy had not believed it was going to happen. It was impossible 
for his telephone pole-sized prick to fit into her never-before-used anus! 
He would tear her apart, spearing into her unnaturally, sodomizing her, 
perhaps permanently injuring the tenderest part of her body so 
lewdly-exposed to him. "Ed, please don't! It's too big! You can't... 
Agggggggggggggh!" 

He pushed the pussy-lubricated cock uncaringly into the recoiling little 
asshole as it spread open painfully around his bulging cock, sending it in 
almost to the scalloped lip of the head. 

"AGGGGGGGGGGGGGH! Don't! Don't! NO MORE!" Kathy groaned helplessly, pinned 
by his digging fingers onto his savagely-piercing prick. 

"That's it, baby. Make a lot of noise. It makes my balls feel good." He 
taunted her, watching her pain-contorted face in the mirror as she tried to 
escape his brutal assault on her untried anus. "God, you're tight and 
hairless back here. This is going to be a good ass-fuck!" he said, forcing 
his way farther into the narrow, pink opening between her widespread 
buttock-cheeks until the head of his massive shaft disappeared up inside her 
and the elastic-like outer lips of her anus snapped shut over the smaller 
circumference of his bulging-veined cock. 

"UNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH! Oh, God, I can't take anymore of it! NO MORE!" she 
moaned, feeling the rigid walls of her rectum sliced wide by his 
barely-inserted cock. "PLEASE!" 

"Just keep begging me not to fuck it, baby. I liiiiiiiike that!" Ed said, at 
the same time pulling her nakedly-quivering young buttocks back harder to 
him and shafting still deeper into her. Over half of his blood-bulging cock 
was inside now, and he braced himself for a final spearing thrust into her 
tortured anus. 

He drew back and using all of his strength rammed as hard as he could into 
her ripping anus, riding it all the way until he felt his balls smack 
heavily into the searing hot moistness of her pussy below. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHH! UGGGGGGGGGH DONT MOVE!" Kathy stood on tiptoe to escape the 
raging fire she felt where his thick cock had reamed its way into her tiny, 
wide-stretched anal passage. She could feel the stiff, stone-hard cock like 
a hot poker inside her, the balls hanging like steel wool between her 
soft-fleshed thighs. She opened her eyes wide with the pain and saw her face 
in the mirror where she looked like a victim of an expert torturer, her 
mouth grimaced, baring her white teeth between tautly-stretched lips, her 
nostrils dilated as she gasped for breath. 

Ed left his throbbing prick locked into place, waiting for her to relax and 
adjust her asshole to his presence. God, he thought, she's the tightest 
ass-fuck I've ever seen! It feels like she's going to squeeze my goddamned 
cock inside her if she doesn't relax. Soon however the tension lifted a 
little, and he jerked his bulging prick in the room he now had to move. 

"Nooooooooo! Don't!" Kathy begged him. 

Holding her fixed on his hotly-slithering hardness, Ed began a 
gentle-fucking motion up inside her, feeling the spongily-clinging ridges of 
her rectal walls rubbing almost painfully over the rigid cartilage of his 
intruding penis. Back and forth he thrust slowly, increasing the distance 
each time as she moaned helplessly before him, her breath making steamy 
patches on the mirror, and finally he felt an answering movement as she 
suddenly twitched her firm, creamy young buttocks in answer and ground back 
against him. Her face gradually changed from the tortured mask of innocence 
to one of raw, unadulterated animal lust, her lips swollen around her 
protruding, licking tongue, and her groans of protest became grunts of 
obscene pleasure. 

"That's it, baby. Slide your hot little asshole right on back. Come to 
daddy." She was lewdly rotating her smoothly-rounded ass-cheeks back against 
him now as she rode shamelessly up and down his heavily-burgeoning cock, her 
face wanton and abandoned, her eyes closed now as she concentrated on the 
lewdly-rising sensations in her quickening ass, and she removed one hand 
from the dresser-top to reach down between her open thighs and fondle her 
quivering erect clitoris again as she felt the rising tide of her excitement 
flow through her passionately-quivering limbs. 

My God, she thought, he's fucking me in my rectum and watching me 
finger-fuck myself at the same time. Bu--but I like it! His cock is tearing 
me apart! And I don't care, I love the feel of his cock inside me. It's 
good. Ooooooh God, it's g-good! 

Ed felt her resistance fall away as she mewled softly with open mouth and 
skewered herself obscenely back onto his heavily-plunging hardness, and he 
fucked into her faster and faster, ogling her sexily bouncing buttocks and 
the reflection of her hanging, rhythmically dancing breasts in the mirror. 
Her own right hand was lewdly delving into the soft, curl-lined folds of her 
cunt, worming two fingers deep up into her hotly-squirming vagina, wildly 
flicking the inflamed, upright clitoris as she caused wet sloshing, sucking 
sounds to emanate lewdly from down between her open thighs. 

Kathy opened her eyes enough to watch in the mirror as she sensuously ground 
her firmly-rounded young buttocks around on his heavily-impaling cock. Oh, 
God, my breasts are almost as swollen as his balls... I can see the hair of 
my pussy as it nibbles on my hand. Oh, God, it looks like its trying to 
swallow my fingers... and he's watching me enjoy him fucking my ass with his 
prick... "Ohhhhhhh, God," she squealed at the lewdness of her thoughts, 
"fuck me! Fuck me in the ass! I'm going to cum!" She felt the tidal wave of 
sensation begin slowly in the deep, remote fibers of her body and rush 
wildly toward the central point of her gushing cunt. As the lewd, orgiastic 
spasms began storming through her veins, she wildly thrashed and threw her 
rounded buttocks back at his relentlessly fucking cock, her teeth bared 
beast-like, her breath coming hard and fast. 

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOHHHHH!" She groaned helplessly toward the mirror, 
feeling at the same time her pussy flooding sweltering hot juices over her 
hand like warmly-running urine. "Ram your cock in my ass! I'M 
CUMMMMMMMMMING!" 

Ed felt the uncontrollable spurts begin pumping out from deep in his 
heavily-pounding balls as he felt her eagerly swallowing the whole of his 
cock far up into the hidden depths of her asshole, and he grunted like an 
animal, slapping his hands down onto her shoulders and crashing his 
exploding pelvis brutally into the swiveling white flesh of her 
uncontrollably-jerking young buttocks. 

"I'm ccuuuuming! You hot-assed little bitch! I'm cumming up your ass-! Milk 
my balls and finger your cunt, baby. That's it! I'M CUMMMMMMMING! OH, GOD, 
I'M CUMMMMMING!" 

He lurched forward with one final, buttock-flattening smack against the 
upturned cheeks of her ass and held his cum-splashing cock all the way up 
in, her hotly-milking fingers on his rapidly-emptying balls sending the 
dashing spurts of hot cum flooding deeper and deeper into her open bowels. 
Her mouth was open wide, hissing out her passion. "Yesssssss! Oh, God, 
yesssss! Fill it up! Burst my belly!" 

Finally the mind-blowing spasms slowed and stopped, and his prick slowly 
deflated inside her still hungrily-milking young anus and she released his 
now sperm-drained balls as he pulled his wetly-drenched cock out with a lewd 
wet plopping sound, watching the thin white trails of his warmly escaping 
semen trickling out through her forever-stretched anal opening to run slowly 
and obscenely down her creamy inner thighs. 

Kathy swayed in front of the mirror, dazed and used, unable to move, still 
savoring the electrically-jangling sensations of her voluptuous young body. 
She seemed to be humming deep in her throat as she bent over flushing hot in 
front of Ed as he wiped the orgiastic juices off his now softly-dangling 
penis and stuffed it back into his jockey shorts, zipping his fly with a 
quick, business-like movement. 

"Thanks a lot, baby," he said hoarsely. "I really dug that bit. Now for a 
quick drink." He stepped to the door and started to open it, then he looked 
back at Kathy still hunched down over the vanity, her bikini panties hanging 
down below her knees and her exposed, fully-rounded buttocks swaying 
slightly. "Better get something on," he growled. "You look like an ad for a 
dirty movie." He opened the door and closed it behind him, striding off 
arrogantly toward the bar. 

* * * 

Kathy felt like sitting down, but she was afraid it would hurt her 
painfully-stretched anus, and she kicked the stool away with her foot as she 
took a kleenex and wiped the moisture off the soft inner skin of her thighs, 
daubing delicately at the semen-wet lips of her back passage. What a beast 
Ed is, she was thinking. And I let him do it to me back there, a horrible, 
unnatural act with a dirty-minded creep! She looked at her flushed young 
face in the mirror and suddenly felt herself close to tears. What more could 
she lose? They had taken her virginity every possible way, humiliated her 
remorselessly, obliterated every ounce of her self-respect, until there was 
absolutely nothing left they could deprive her of. She could now concentrate 
on using their warped lust for her own purpose which was to springboard from 
Ted Dorsey's band into fame of her own. She reassured herself in this way 
until the emotion trying to well up inside her was under control, and a kind 
of insensitive hardness closed all that off from her mind as she re-did her 
make-up and got back into her showy gown. 

With five minutes to go before she was due to reappear on the bandstand, she 
heard a knock on the dressing room door. 

"Come in," she said, surprised at the even, sweet tones of her voice. 

The door swung open slowly and a short. 

balding man she had never seen before stuck his head in the room. 

"May I come in?" he asked, sounding a little nervous. 

"Of course, though I must go back out in a very few minutes," Kathy 
answered. 

"Ah, my name is Ben Gay, Miss Mills," he said, looking hesitantly at her 
lovely oval face framed by her shining blonde hair to see if she recognized 
his name. 

"Very happy to meet you," she said, thrusting out her hand. This little man 
looked easy to handle, she thought, and she hoped he was somebody important. 

His hand took hers with a limp, sweaty grip and squeezed it once. "I'm very 
impressed by your, ah - singing," he said, his small, blood-shot eyes fixed 
on her low-cut dress. 

"Why thank you," Kathy said, blushing under the stranger's gaze at her 
spilling breasts. 

"And I would like to make some tapes to take back to the studio in New York 
to have the directors hear you. I run Tocadisco Records, Inc." He lisped 
slightly, and his words had a wet sound to them. 

"That's marvelous!" Kathy exulted. "Have you spoken to Mr. Dorsey?" 

"He's very agreeable, and said that I should speak to you about it, too. 
W--would you care to have a late supper with me tonight and we can talk 
about what songs you should do?" he asked, his voice rasping and wheedling. 

"I would love to," Kathy answered, barely able to contain her excitement. 
"I'll be finished in an hour and a half. Could you meet me here, and we can 
go directly from the club?" 

"As you wish," Gay said, bobbing his sun-browned head and licking his thick 
lips greedily. "Until later, then." He took Kathy's hand once more and 
planted a sloppily moist kiss on her fingers before turning and walking 
stiff-legged out of the room, his pear-shaped body waddling when he moved. 

She was starry-eyed when she appeared on stage again, and she smiled even at 
Ed when he winked lewdly at her from his place behind the drum-set. Hank, 
the bassman, ran his eyes lazily over her lithe young body as she walked in 
front of him, and she wondered whether Ed had already told the others that 
he had done it to her from behind in the dressing room. Who cares? she 
thought to herself, and nodded to Ruby at the piano. Ted came out of the 
wings snapping on his sax, and she caught his eye before he got to the 
microphone, beckoning him over to her. 

"Mr. Gay wants me to meet him after we finish to talk about making some 
tapes," she bubbled into his ear. 

"Good girl. I knew you would go along with him. This is maybe the big 
chance, since he practically controls the whole company -- he's a very rich 
man." 

"What do you mean, go along with him? Of course I would go along with him. 
All he wants is to decide which songs... " She stopped and looked at Ted, 
the thought suddenly dawning on her. "Do you mean I might have to... " Her 
voice froze in horror at the realization. "Ted, you didn't tell him I 
would... " 

"Hell, I didn't tell him anything. He's used to getting what he wants, 
though, and I just thought that he probably brought up the subject himself." 
Ted looked sheepishly away, and Kathy was sure that he had in fact promised 
Gay that Kathy would... Ted gave the count, and the intro started for "St. 
Louis Woman" and Kathy decided to wait and see what happened. Meanwhile, 
since Gay was listening out there in the audience, she would show him what 
she could" do; he hadn't seen anything yet. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"You mean he didn't even fuck you?" Ted exclaimed incredulously. 

Kathy laughed liltingly, almost the way she would have before she had 
started on this tour, before she started becoming worldly-wise, she would 
have said. "No," she said, "all he wanted to do was see me in my underwear 
and pretend he was a photographer taking me in different poses. He didn't 
even have a camera, he would just make a box with his hands like this," she 
cupped her hands around her face and blinked her eyes at Ted, "and then he 
would play with his little pink... " 

"Ding-dong?" Ted suggested playfully. "Well, I'll be a sonofabitch. The 
little bastard is a panty voyeur. What else did you do?" Ted was playing 
with her magnificently billowing tits as he talked. 

"That's about it. Oh, he ended up by watching me in the bathroom mirror 
while I sudsed myself up and j-jerked himself!" 

Ted guffawed boisterously. "That silly old ass! You mean you had all this 
stuff hanging out in front of him and he didn't even touch you?" 

"That's right, boss. He didn't even touch me." Kathy paused, looking at him 
meaningfully. "It wouldn't have mattered to you if he had, would it, Ted?" 

"Why you loony slut. You want me to be jealous, don't you?" He roughly 
pulled her young body against his own, at the same time running his hand 
over the thin material of her nightgown where it clung to her firm, ripe 
buttocks. 

"Well, would you?" Kathy demanded, turning her face away from him, avoiding 
his parted, moist lips. 

"No, you silly bitch. And I tell you why. Because I don't care who else 
fucks you or how, because I know that my private King Kong of a cock will 
always give you a better fuck than you could get anyplace else." His fingers 
rubbed forcibly between the cheeks of her fully-rounded buttocks. 

You conceited bastard, Kathy thought to herself, and she ground her tingling 
flesh back down onto his hand. But he's right, she added to herself 
inwardly, her mind already clouding with arousal as her ripe, melon-like 
breasts brushed against his terry-cloth bathrobe, there's nobody I'd like to 
screw me more than Ted Dorsey. Her wet mouth met his then and She sluiced 
her wriggling tongue between his hot lips, flicking at them suggestively. 

When they separated, Kathy had her hand glued to Ted's already stiffly erect 
cock, and she leaned down close to it, her breath blowing on the velvety tip 
as she spoke, "So, we're having the taping session tomorrow at the radio 
studio here?" 

"Yeah, at two," Ted said huskily. "Listen, baby, why don't you suck it 
awhile, then I'll throw it to you so hard... ouch!" she bit into the head of 
his cock so hard it hurt, then backed away again. 

"Why don't we offer to throw him a party when we get to San Francisco. He 
won't be any trouble. I mean, he won't get in anybody's way if they want 
to... " 

"... to fuck, you mean?" Ted said, his voice hoarse as he felt the 
lubricious juices of her cunt flowing around his probing out-stretched 
finger in her thin pink-lipped cunt. 

"That's right. Fuck," repeated Kathy, turning her lower lip over her teeth 
to say it as dirtily as she could. She scraped her nails over his thick, 
veined shaft and grasped his balls so tightly in her pink-lacquered nails it 
made him groan. "I want to fffffuck!" she said, savoring the obscenity on 
her lips, and she bobbed her blonde-haired head forward to sink his now 
semen-dripping cock into her mouth, taking it all except for a couple of 
inches at the root. She snuffled as the huge bulbous head struck softly into 
the back of her throat and sucked at it noisily with lewd wet smacking 
sounds. San Francisco was still two days away, she was thinking, meanwhile 
my cunt's getting hotter than Hades! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The marathon show was just fantastic! According to the newspapers, Kathy 
sang as well as any of those pros on the show, if not better, and a contract 
was offered by Tocadisco Records. Several other companies had made offers to 
her alone, but none of them could offer as good a deal as Gay. She was on 
her way to fame and fortune, and nothing could stand in her way now. 

She leaned back in the eight-foot long bathtub of their new luxury apartment 
and looked at herself in the mirror set in the ceiling. She was becoming 
really narcissistic these days, she thought. She loved running her hands 
over her youthful, voluptuous body and this afternoon she reveled in hearing 
her own voice on the tapes. She had almost had an orgasm at one point when 
she heard herself go for the high note and hold it. 

She stretched, watching her foamy, full breasts as she thrust them up, and 
thought about the plans for tonight. The band was having Mr. 

Gay up here for a private party. She would be with Ted and Ruby was going to 
take on Hank and Ed at the same time. Poor Mr. Gay would happily sit back 
and watch the whole thing with his hungry little eyes. 

What a small price to pay, she thought. Now that I haven't got anything more 
to lose, it's like nothing at all. In fact, she told herself, getting out of 
the warm bath and standing naked on the fluffy white bath mat, it might even 
be fun. She rubbed her cream-white young body down with the natty towel 
until her skin was pink and her nipples stood out on her snowy, uplifted 
breasts. "Can't help loving that man... " she sang to her reflection in the 
mirror, and she massaged her throbbing young cunt with both hands, lewdly 
bending her knees until they splayed far apart to get both hands between her 
marble columned thighs. Yes, she thought again, it might even be fun. 

* * * 

"Did you bring the tapes with you?" Kathy asked Gay. "I'd like to hear them 
again." 

"Of course, my dear, anything you want is yours," he simpered and got up to 
get the bag he had left in the entrance hall. He moves like a crippled duck, 
she thought, as he moved across the deep pile of the orange carpet toward 
the hall. 

"Kathy, that's a sweet little fellow you've got sniffing after you," Ruby 
said, a malicious glint in her eyes. "He may not be John Wayne, but... " 

"But he can make us or break us, darling," Kathy retorted caustically. "It 
would help, perhaps, if you would be nice to him, too." Ruby had become 
colder and more bitter every day of the tour, Kathy thought. She must really 
hate me. Could it be that she had a thing for Ted, and I broke it up? If so, 
too bad, old girl, if you can't keep his interest, leave room for those who 
can. 

"I think he probably prefers the phony, innocent type," Ruby answered 
lamely. 

"Or maybe he just doesn't like females who drink too much," Kathy said. 
"What is that for this evening, six -- seven scotches? And how many did you 
have before you left your room? You see, you can't hide the fact that you're 
a lush, dear. I'm sorry," Kathy was being devilishly catty, and she knew it, 
but it felt good. If Ruby wanted to play the game, she could too. 

"You lousy little bitch, I hope you get yours good," Ruby hissed, and she 
turned on her heels and went to pour herself another drink. 

She'll be potted before the evening's over if she doesn't watch it, Kathy 
thought. Ted ought to be keeping an eye on her. She got up from the safari 
chair where she had draped herself decoratively, long tapering thighs 
filling her red stockings to bulging firmness, her firmly-upthrust young 
breasts spilling out over the scanty top of her thin dacron mini-dress, as 
she moved with sure, feminine strides to the comer where Ted was looking at 
records. 

"Ted... " 

"Hi baby, want to pick out some sides?" 

"Ted, I think you'd better look after Ruby; something's gotten under her 
skin and she's going to get thoroughly plastered in short order, and maybe 
ruin the evening for everybody." 

"Naw, Kathy leave her alone. She'll be the life of the party if she gets 
polluted enough. Don't worry about her." 

At that moment, Gay came back carrying a small briefcase. "Here are the 
tapes, Ted. Kathy said she would like to hear them again. Luckily I brought 
them along with me." 

"Hey, great! Gang, here's some music worth listening to. Get yourself a 
comfortable spot and groove on this. It's THE NEW TED DORSEY QUINTET," he 
shouted in an emcee's voice, and they all applauded. 

While he threaded the tape machine, Kathy sipped at her drink and glanced 
around the room. Ruby had plopped herself awkwardly on the sofa between 
Hank, who was pretty far gone on something himself, and Ed, who was getting 
slowly and dangerously high. He reached over while Kathy was watching and 
brutally squeezed Ruby's pendulous breast, bringing tears to her eyes. Ruby 
morosely dropped her head onto her assailant's chest and flung her white 
thighs encased in black stockings widely apart, revealing the pale flesh 
above her stockings almost up to the narrow thin crotchband of her panties, 
her drink-free hand landing on his trouser-covered cock, massaging the 
deflated member through the slacks lewdly, cooing softly to it to wake up. 

She has no pride at all, Kathy thought, and forced herself to look away from 
the obscene tableau, disgusted when Hank's huge hand began prying up under 
Ruby's skirt toward her openly-presented pussy-mound... 

The music started, and Kathy heard her sultry voice begin a down-home blues 
tune, really socking on the beat like a cymbal in a Kansas City strip joint. 
She suddenly felt a little effect from the two drinks she had and felt like 
dancing, but she persuaded herself not to be a fool, and she sat down next 
to Ted, who was lighting up a sweet-smelling cigarette. 

"What's that?" Kathy asked, wrinkling up her nose, "Marijuana?" 

"Yeah, baby. Honest-to-God pot. It's pretty hard to get good stuff these 
days, but this is the best. Try a little." 

Kathy, not wanting to admit that she didn't know how to smoke plain 
cigarettes, let alone marijuana, took the messily-rolled joint and sucked in 
a lungful. Immediately she began coughing helplessly until Ted pounded her 
on the back. 

"Take it easy. Not so much at first. Look. Draw some cool air in around the 
corners of your mouth to keep from choking on the smoke." He took a shallow 
drag with his mouth deep into his lungs with two short quick intakes of air. 
Speaking without letting out his breath, he said, "Try again. You'll really 
like it once you get the hang of it." He held his breath until his face got 
red and then exhaled hoarsely. "Thaaaaat's nice. I got a real hit that 
time." 

Kathy carefully pulled some more of the autumn-smelling smoke into her mouth 
and sucked it down her windpipe as she had seen him do. She held it as long 
as she could and didn't cough until the last minute, not losing much of the 
smoke. She took another one to prove she was game, and then she exchanged 
with Ted over and over as she listened. 

Soon she was hearing her own voice as she had never heard it before. She saw 
where she should hold the final consonant back a little longer on some words 
to get the best effect, and she knew that she was only a hair-breadth's 
distance from being as good as the best. By the time she heard herself cut 
into Bessie Smith's song "Gimme a Little", she found the suggestive beat and 
her sexual slurring of the words almost overwhelming. 

She lifted herself lightly from the couch and walked to the center of the 
room, swaying her full, rounded hips under her mini-dress like a brazen 
whore, brushing her long blonde hair up from her slender neck provocatively 
as she passed by the nervous feet of Gay. His face was perspiring heavily as 
he watched the lithesome, golden goddess swing her smoothly-curved young 
buttocks just in front of his face, and she heard him groan softly and pull 
at the crotch of his slacks to give his penis and testicles more room. I'll 
give that ugly little toad a hard-on like he'll never forget, she smirked to 
herself and she pointed her toe at his feet, stroking her hands down over 
her firmly-ripe breasts, past the softness of her solid belly and down the 
tense length of her statuesque leg, ending the movement by grasping his 
cheeks in her palms and wobbling his head back and forth playfully. 

God, I feel like I'm really in a strip show, she thought. She stretched both 
of her long, downy arms out from her bare shoulders and jiggled her breasts 
under the thin material of her dress, lewdly bumping and grinding her pelvis 
as she did so. She was wearing her half-brassiere, and her billowing white 
breasts described small circles under the dacron as her erecting pink 
nipples brushed teasingly against it sending swells of excitement over the 
taut surface of her skin. Her eyes became heavy-lidded and smoky and she 
cupped her fingers under her firm-ripe breasts, kneading them obscenely 
while she wet her parted lips with her darting red tongue. She was getting 
hot, and she placed her feet a couple of feet apart on the rug and bounced 
up and down with the beat by flexing her calf muscles, moving her hands 
slidingly over her voluptuous young body toward the "vee" of her swaying 
pelvis, humming softly in her throat. Then she turned her head to one side 
demurely smiling and reached behind her back with both hands to lower the 
zipper of her scanty mini-dress slowly and tantalizingly, finally bobbing 
her white shoulders in time to the music, making the dress slide little by 
little from her glowing, honey-colored flesh, revealing the dark shadows 
under her rounded arms, the naked tops of her breasts, then the 
rouge-colored top of her aureoles, until even the red, erect buds of her 
nipples stood freely in the dimly lit room. 

Through her half-closed eyes she could see Gay ogling her nearly-naked 
breasts avidly, and she danced over to him and bent over to let him kiss the 
tingling tips of the nipples and suddenly grabbed his bald head with both 
hands and pressed it into the deep cleavage between her exposed, fleshy 
breasts. She laughed tauntingly when he tried to dig his fingers into her 
buttocks and twisted away from him into the center of the room. 

Still holding the dress up under her full, high breasts, she wriggled and 
ground her ass in the air as she slowly let the cloth slip down over her 
flat belly, unveiling her darkly-shadowed navel, still lower until the first 
sparse of blonde hairs began just above her crimson bikini panties, and 
finally with an abandoned gesture, threw her arms into the air with her 
palms turned outward and flipped her bumping pelvis back and forth faster 
and faster until the dress slipped little by little over her ripely rounded 
hips and slid down teasingly over her smooth, red-stockinged thighs and 
calves until it reached her narrow-ankled feet, and then she lifted one foot 
out of the crumpled heap and used the other one to kick the dress into Gay's 
profusely sweating face. 

He grabbed the dress away from his eyes, his small erecting penis making a 
tent in his trousers, and his eyes greedily bored into the rocking red 
triangle above her columnar, pale thighs striped at the top with the elastic 
of her garter belt. She let her hot hands explore her creamy-skinned belly 
and dip under the elastic of her panties while she flung her head back, 
forcing her swelling tits upward, and her long blonde hair fell down her 
narrow back wantonly. 

Kathy could feel hot lust flowing through her veins as she reached behind 
her arched back and undid the hook of her half-brassiere and felt the firm 
white mounds bobbing free from the restraining material, the brassiere 
dangling at her fingertips as she started circling it like a lasso and let 
it fly to Ted, who was watching with burning eyes. 

God, what a luscious little bitch she is, he was thinking, his brain 
simmering in the heat his throbbing genitals sent running through his body. 
He watched as she paraded her pot-drugged young body all the way around thee 
circle of entranced faces, her jiggling breasts bouncing openly in front of 
her, the strong sinewy tendons rippling in her full, rounded thighs. When 
she passed him he wanted to bite the jostling, half-naked buttocks and wrap 
his arms around her stockinged thighs, squeezing the resilient flesh. He 
could feel his aching prick jerkingly fill with blood in the restraining 
jockey shorts as it came to life. 

The music changed to a throbbing, dirty blues and Kathy stopped in front of 
Ruby whose head was still drunkenly lolling onto Hank's chest as he massaged 
her jutting breasts and stared wild-eyed at the blonde giantess, obscenely 
gyrating in front of him, and Hank had his finger under the elastic band of 
Ruby's panties, fingers roughly forcing their way between the hotly-juicing 
lips of her cuntal slit. Hank groaned and put his other hand on his bulging 
crotch, his eyes fixed on the fertile valley between Kathy's obscenely 
thrusting thighs as he gave a sudden, jabbing push into Ruby's moistening 
cuntal lips, evoking a pained grunt from her distorted mouth. 

"You bastard!" Ruby shouted at Hank, lifting her head angrily. "Take your 
fucking time! That hurt!" Her scotch-clouded eyes gradually focussed on 
Kathy's practically nude body standing over her, a mocking, lewd grin on 
Kathy's face, and she was suddenly furious. She pushed the prying hands from 
her body and stood up drunkenly. 

"You phony bitch! Pretending to be so all-fired pure and innocent, all the 
time loving only your own sweet little ass and hunting cock like any other 
whore." 

Kathy recoiled in surprised horror from the vicious words, her hands 
automatically covering her exposed breasts as she stepped back from Ruby's 
spitting face. I was just having a good time, she thought to herself. What's 
wrong with that? I feel good, and I'm having fun. She felt overwhelming 
self-pity flood her young body, and she realized from the powerful effect 
things were having on her that she must have gotten really high on the 
marijuana she had smoked. Everything seemed to be really important in her 
mind under its influence. She had almost forgotten where she was for awhile. 
She backed away and leaned dazedly against the wall, her full, broad hips 
canted out an erotic angle as she put her weight on her left leg and bent 
her other red-stockinged knee. "Let me show you how it's done, Miss Innocent 
Nineteen-Seventy-One," Ruby spat out the words and wobbled into the middle 
of the room. 

She started the same way, feeling her heaving, rounded breasts, caressing 
her lewdly thrust-out jutting ass, sliding her hands around to press into 
her jerking pelvis and squeeze her tapered, full-thighed legs together on 
her hands. She slipped her short-black dress over her head, wildly gyrating 
her full hips as she did so, her smooth white flesh showing between her 
stocking tops and the flimsy black panties. 

She dropped the dress in a pile on the floor and lay down languidly, using 
the dress as a pillow for her back, and she thrashed wildly her head 
whipping back and forth as she spread her upraised knees and ran her fingers 
down over the narrow band between her legs, teasing at the thinly-curling 
pubic hairs escaping under the elastic legband. The mammoth peaks of her 
black-brassiered breasts jostled one another as she writhed and kicked off 
one high-heeled shoe and then the other. Her swiveling pelvis caused her 
succulent, fleshy buttocks to grind lewdly into her crumpled dress, and she 
unhitched the garters of her stockings, peeling the black stocking from one 
of her ivory-skinned thighs as though she were unveiling a monument to 
sexuality. As she slipped the black nylon from her tapered ankle, she threw 
her now-naked right leg over the other, at the same time threading the 
stretched-out stocking between her quivering thighs, and holding it front 
and back off her, pressed her grinding vaginal crease between her upper 
thighs onto the taut material as though it was a long, thin prick she wanted 
to plunge into her fleshy-lipped cunt, now soaking her panties with its lewd 
fluids of female arousal. 

The little fat man, Gay, looked at the narrow band of the black panties 
barely covering the white, globular buttocks pumping back and forth, and he 
furtively rubbed his hand over his excitedly jerking cock through his pants. 
What a delicious morsel of an ass he has, he thought to himself, feeling his 
pelvis twitch against the cushion of his chair. He wished that he dared to 
get closer and stoop down to look up into the softly-throbbing crevice 
between her buttocks and see the tiny puckered eye of her anus through the 
nylon panties, but he only rubbed his small erectly-aching penis and groaned 
painfully to himself. 

Kathy slowly forgot her hurt and watched fascinatedly as the other girl, 
Ruby aroused herself more and' more. When she had the other stocking off, 
she rolled over onto her belly, pressing her pendulous breasts into the 
deep-piled rug as she reached back and unhitched the narrow strap of her 
brassiere, sliding it from under her twisting torso without fully revealing 
her snowy, almost conical breasts to their watching eyes. Still pumping her 
curvaceously flexing buttocks back up in the air, her hands slid down the 
indentations of her narrow, hour-glass waist and tantalizingly slowly edged 
the taut elastic band of her black panties down over the showy flesh of her 
firmly round hips, and when she had pushed them only half the distance to 
her knees, she stroked her fingers back up over her buttocks and moved 
around the bulges of her full hips to hide her questing fingers under her 
body, grinding her moistly-red pussy down onto the outstretched fingers, 
groaning as she found the hair-lined mouth enclosing her budding pink 
clitoris. 

Kathy, in her marijuana daze, could almost feel the fingers on her own now 
wetly-throbbing cunt, and she groaned in sympathy and pressed her 
marble-white thighs tightly together. God, she really does know how to do 
it! Kathy thought, her body tingling all over as she watched. I can see how 
a man could almost cum just watching her naked ass grind up in the air like 
that as she pushed her cuntal slit down onto her fingers. Out of the comer 
of her eye she caught a movement on the couch where Ed and Hank sat hunching 
down on the back cushion, and saw that Hank had unashamedly opened his fly 
and had taken out his huge, desire-hardened cock, scooping his balls out of 
the enclosing jockey shorts to hang like small water-filled balloons at the 
foot of the tree of his thick-veined penis. 

The sight of the exposed flesh of his massive cock flooded passion juices 
into the narrow nylon band pressing up into her narrow-slitted cunt, and she 
suddenly wanted her naked body to be in contact with Ted's. As she crossed 
the room, her eyes now glued again to the girl on the floor's writhing white 
body, Ruby suddenly began thrashing wildly on the rug and flipped over onto 
her back, exposing for the first time her full, pink-aureoled breasts, her 
hands furiously ramming alternately into her hotly-clasping cuntal slit in 
passionate throes of excitement. 

"Arrrrrgh!" Ed growled in animal heat, and he threw himself to the rug, 
slipping off his jacket as he went, and he thrust his head between Ruby's 
upraised thighs, slipping her panties the rest of the way off her ankles at 
the same time. She spread her legs wider and released her flowing, 
red-lipped pussy to his gaze, pulling his face down into the softly-curling 
strands of her pubic hair, his tongue flicking greedily into it until it 
sank in deep up into her naked cuntal slit. He roared into her pussy while 
she threw her head back in ecstasy and mewled like a cat in heat. Kathy 
could hear the noisy sucking sounds he was making down between Ruby's 
widespread thighs, and her own vibrant clitoris burned fiercely as she took 
her seat on the arm of Ted's chair and pressed her open mouth down onto his. 

Ted's tongue slithered between her burning lips and licked around her own 
saliva-soaked mouth as his rough fingers grabbed one of her free-hanging 
breasts and dug painfully into the white, resistant flesh. She found her 
hand moving of its own accord to find his already fully erect cock, rubbing 
it appreciatively through his bulging trousers and feeling it jerk against 
her sweating palm. She suddenly wanted to take it out of the binding pants 
and feel his naked prick against the skin of her hands, and she quickly 
zipped down his fly and reached inside to pull the elastic band of his 
jockey shorts away from his belly and grip the heavily-throbbing head, 
sliding down his thick shaft as she stripped the tight cotton shorts away 
from the jerking, hot cock. She pinched at the tautly-stretched foreskin 
lasciviously, reveling in the moans of pleasure she caused him to make up 
into her hungrily-sucking mouth. 

She heard the squishy bumping Ruby's fleshy buttocks made as she thrashed 
wildly under Ed's licking and sucking, and she heard a hard thumping noise, 
and opened her eyes craning her neck to look around Ted's face, she saw 
Hank, guiding his long, thick cock into Ruby's waiting mouth as she kneaded 
her breasts obscenely and reached with her other hand to ferociously tug at 
his cum-bloated balls hanging beside her peach-colored cheeks. 

The sight of Ruby getting sucked and grinding her hair-fringed cunt noisily 
into Ed's burrowing face as she slurped and sucked at the huge cock fucking 
into her widely-ovaled lips set Kathy's own hotly-moistened cuntal lips on 
fire, and she mumbled pleadingly into Ted's voracious mouth for him to do 
something to her hungrily-waiting pussy. 

"My pussy! Finger my pussy!" she begged, almost choking on his 
warmly-snaking tongue. 

Ted kept his left hand on her billowing, pink-tipped breast, kneading it 
savagely, and he slipped his right hand down her narrow, smooth-skinned back 
and wedged it under the elastic waistband of her panties, letting his 
extended middle finger slide wetly through the perspiration-soaked furrow 
dividing her globular white buttocks, flicking it once at her pink, tight 
anus as he moved toward the soaking hair-lined slit of her uplifting cunt, 
and she eagerly backed down onto his finger, keeping her eyes locked tightly 
on the lewdness on the floor. 

"Ohhhhh! That's good," she moaned into Ted's mouth, and at the same time she 
heard Ruby humming around Hank's stiff, pistoning cock as he plunged its 
long thickness all the way to the back of her throat, his eyes coldly 
watching her sucking his cock and milking his bursting testicles. Kathy felt 
Ted's stiffened finger gliding wetly in and out of her eagerly screwing 
pussy getting deeper with every thrust as the well-lubricated walls of her 
vagina opened to him, and his thumb and forefinger pinched at the soft 
underside of her firm, fleshy buttock at the same time, sending thrills of 
almost pleasurable pain through her squirming young body. 

"I am a camera!" shouted Gay, his voice cracking in his excitement, as he 
jumped up from the chair, and dropped his trousers to the floor, ludicrously 
kicking at them with his tiny feet to free his ankles. Then he ran over to 
the obscene trio sucking and thrashing wildly on the rug, his pale, pig-like 
penis jerking with every step until he circled its conical hardness in his 
hand and jerked the loose, brown skin up over the red, semen-wet head until 
the skin puckered over the tiny slit of the glans, forcing his wiry balls to 
climb up his blue-veined shaft like two tiny bird eggs in their skin sac. He 
stood straddled over Ruby's ripely-bouncing breasts jacking off in rhythm to 
the sucking sounds she made as she slaved over the hard-driving length of 
Hank's colossally hardened prick. 

Grasping Kathy's firm, fleshy buttocks with the palm of his hand and hooking 
his invading finger into the soft wetness of her quivering cunt, Ted lifted 
her from the arm of the chair and forced her to get down on all fours facing 
the obscenely writhing figures already gasping toward orgasm on the rug. He 
slipped her nylon bikini panties down over the burgeoning white globes of 
her ass, exposing its unprotected roundness to his darkly-burning eyes. As 
Kathy rested on her elbows swaying her vulnerable buttocks in the air and 
mewling her lust-incited readiness, Ted parted the twin moons of her 
voluptuous young ass-cheeks and feasted his eyes on the tiny red circle of 
her anus. Then he lowered his head down and extended his hot-serpentine 
tongue into the tiny puckered orifice, feeling the rubbery tautness of the 
outer lips give in and admit his thrusting tongue. 

"Agggggh! It bums!" Kathy moaned, her wide-open eyes fixed on Ruby's 
heaving, perspiring body. She felt her blonde-haired young loins charged in 
her electric nerves and she backed her dazzling white ass against his face, 
feeling her very bowels pulsate as his wetly-flicking tongue opened her tiny 
anus and ticklingly probe into the instinctively resisting walls of her 
rectum. Ted made a juicy sucking motion back between her widespread 
buttock-cheeks with his thick lips and thrust two inches of his slithering 
tongue into her defenselessly-upturned little asshole, holding her 
narrow-waisted full hips so that she could not flinch away from him. 

"Agggggh!" she groaned, and ground her deliriously-grinding ass harder back 
onto his face as she felt her narrow back passage flower itself open to 
accept the broadness of his outthrust tongue. 

"My pussy! Ohhhhh, do my pussy," she begged, arching her dilating cuntal 
slit back up toward his foraging mouth, and he wetly slipped his tongue over 
the warmly-pulsating flesh and drove it deep into the open walls of her 
waiting young pussy, tasting the sweet-perfumed fluids of her passion 
running into his voraciously-slavering mouth. 

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Tongue me! Tongue meeeee!" Kathy cried, suddenly 
thrashing her naked white ass around wildly behind her as she felt his 
tongue slash through the warm fleshy folds of her eager young pussy like a 
fiery swinging sword. 

"Ohhhhh, God! I can't stand it!" she yelled wantonly. "Don't stop! Oh, God, 
don't stop licking my cunt!" Her rounded, jutting ass was swiveling now in 
uncontrolled abandon as saliva trickled from the edges of her red parted 
lips as they stretched back over her teeth, her face distorted by animal 
lust. 

"Jesus Christ! I'm cumming!" she heard Hank shout and she watched avidly as 
he pumped his throbbing hard cock mercilessly into Ruby's rhythmically 
hollowing cheeks, her full, red lips pouting around the swelling veins of 
his penis, and her Adam's apple worked vigorously up and down as she 
struggled to swallow the endless spurts of hot cum he was squirting into the 
dark red wetness of her mouth. "I'M CUMMMMMMMING!" he howled once more as he 
ground almost all of his huge, thick prick deep back into Ruby's larynx and 
she gulped and grunted lewdly trying desperately to keep from choking on its 
hotly spewing liquid. 

Kathy felt her own desire-heated pussy twitching uncontrollably as she 
watched Hank's now-deflating cock pull against the still-ravenous sucking of 
Ruby's tightly-locked mouth and slip out with a wet smooching-like sound, 
threads of thin white cum clinging to her glistening red lips until she 
licked them away and concentrated again down on her own tongue-lashed pussy. 

"Now I'm going to fuck you," Ted said thickly, pulling his lips from Kathy's 
wildly-gyrating loins. She heard him behind her removing his clothes 
hastily, and in her drug-induced state she could already feel his long, 
rigid cock tearing its way into her wetly-clasping cuntal slit. She moaned 
in anticipation and after what seemed an eternity, she felt his hands 
goading her legs farther apart on the softness of the rug. Then his 
bone-hard cock was guided by his circling fingers down the open furrow 
between her gleaming white thighs and nudged into the tight, blossoming 
folds of her cunt, mixing his seminal fluids with her own hotly-flooding 
juices. She felt him stroke the bulging, velvety head up and down the 
blazing redness of her cuntal opening, touching her clitoris like a 
firebrand, and she braced herself for the driving thrust of his massive 
penis into her fear-shrinking pussy. Suddenly she felt it slide wetly up 
between the openly-quivering cheeks of her ass and pause at the unprotected, 
tiny puckering lips of her anus, and her whole body protested her fear by 
bucking forward in frenzy. 

"Nooooo! No, Ted, don't! It's too big for... ungggggg!" she grunted as she 
felt his hands tighten their firm grip on her roundly-curved hips, his 
fingers squeezing her ripe flesh savagely to force her back onto the hard, 
blood-filled tip of his rigid cock. She could feel the tiny opening 
straining and clenching tight together to prevent his unwanted entry into 
her fearfully constricting little asshole. "No more! Don't push it 
innnnnnn!" she wailed, but it was too late as back behind her she could 
already feel her exposed rectal mouth popping wide to admit his ravaging, 
hickory-hard shaft. 

Ted saw the tiny hairless opening give rippingly around hiss now 
heavily-throbbing cock as he flicked his hips forward and buried it up 
between her smoothly-curved ass-cheeks until the rubbery lips of her anus 
snapped back closed around his rigid shaft below the purplish head, and the 
almost unbearable tightness inflamed his cum-swollen balls even more. 

"Arrrgggggh! It hurts! It hurrrttts!" Kathy cried, feeling as if she would 
faint from the pressure in her inhumanly-stretched anal passage. 

But Kathy's cries only urged Ted to further heights of lewd, sadistic 
pleasure. "Tough shit!" he hissed, and clenched his buttocks together, 
jerking his hips forward at the same time to plunge his fiery, thick rod 
uncaringly up the narrow tunnel until he felt his sperm-bloated balls slap 
noisily against her red-mouthed cuntal lips below. 

Holding her skewered on his thick, lust-hardened cock he growled out in an 
animal voice, "How's that, baby? You're getting a royal fuck in the asshole 
now." 

Tears flowed hotly down over Kathy's burning cheeks and dripped onto the 
floor between her raw, scraped elbows. "Ohhhhh. Please don't move it inside! 
You're ripping me apart! Don't move!" she begged. 

He savagely jerked his punishing hardness up inside her, gaining another 
half an inch, and she groaned incomprehensibly. God, he thought, Ed was 
right. She's so fucking tight in the ass it's strangling my goddamned cock! 
He jerked it again, trying to enlarge the opening and accustom her 
rudely-stretched rectum to the unnatural presence of his still-growing 
penis. 

Kathy could feel each and every ridge ringing his pulsating cock and prayed 
he wouldn't force it into her more and rupture her horribly-suffering little 
rectal channel. She opened her eyes wide to try and concentrate on the lewd 
tableau in front of her to take her mind momentarily from the pain. 

"Ohhhhh! Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck!" Ruby cried, spewing the obscenity up 
at the marble-hard balls of Gay straddled over her wildly-thrashing body as 
she felt herself starting to hum, her gleaming red pussy eagerly riding Ed's 
face as she felt her nerves jangling wildly between her flexed, straining 
thighs. She flung her face from side to side as she buried her clawing 
fingers in his curly hair and pressed his slaving mouth deep into her 
flooding pink pussy-lips, and her brown hair lashed at Gay's pale, almost 
hairless calves. 

"I'm cumming!" she keened as she bumped her fleshy, full buttocks onto the 
scratching pile of the rug. "I'M CUUMMMMING! SUCK ME! LICK MY CUNT! I'M 
CUMMMMMMMMING!" She thrashed and jerked her body like a silvery fish on a 
hook until she spent herself and collapsed exhausted onto the floor, Ed's 
darting tongue lapping still at the orgastic stream flowing between her 
quivering cuntal lips. 

Her words made Kathy's prick-filled anus twitch and come to life on Ted's 
engorged cock, and she mewled softly in her throat and made short, rubbing 
motions with her softly-fleshed ass, riding easily on the stiffened shaft of 
his loins, and he answered her relaxed movement by pulling slowly out of her 
until the restraining flange of his blood-engorged head felt the encircling 
ring of her anal opening stop and suck back at his sliding shaft, then he 
rammed his steel-piston prick all the way in again, grunting each time his 
pelvis struck into her lusciously squirming ass. 

"Oomph! Oomph!" Kathy groaned with each buttock smacking thrust of his huge 
cock, the rhythm quickening as she took his brutal buffeting eagerly up into 
her open rectum now and honed his prick to greater hardness and thickness. 
She was now blubbering and whimpering on her elbows and knees in front of 
him in shameless animal lust, her clouded blue eyes wide open as she stared 
straight ahead and fucked back wildly onto the jack-hammering rod. 

Ted threw his full weight behind each jabbing thrust, trying to hurt her 
again, but her asshole was gaspingly swallowing him whole as she went past 
the capacity for pain into abandoned screwing. "You fucking little whore," 
he reviled her over the whiteness of her hotly-grinding ass-cheeks. "You 
lousy cock-sucking bitch! I'm going to ream your fucking ass until you can't 
sit or shit, and I'll pump you so full of my jism you'll taste it up in your 
tonsils for a goddamned week!" He released her hungrily-grinding hips and 
with the flat palms of both his hands slapped her whitely-quivering buttocks 
again and again till he could see the red welts his fingers made in the soft 
resilient flesh, gloating with fierce eyes over her quailing protests. 

"HIT her harder," Ruby suddenly chimed in. "Slap the piss out of her, Ted. 
The snotty little slut!" She had gotten up on her knees and crawled over to 
watch with hungrily-searching eyes the sodomizing Kathy was getting, 
savoring her debasement and humiliation. The little bitch doesn't deserve 
any better treatment than I got Ruby thought, and she felt her body wracked 
by a new wave of insatiable lust as she felt the heavy, now rejuvenated cock 
of the bass player, Hank, insinuated up into the still moist wreath of soft 
brown cunt-hair around her pussy and ground on up into her open belly till 
she felt its battering, fist-sized head pressing hard into her cervix. 

"Ohhhhhh! Fuck me right, honey," she half-cried, half-crooned, and the 
reticent Hank groaned and plowed his still-thickening prick through the 
warmly-welcoming tunnel of her clasping cunt. 

"Right on!" Hank said, his bulging eyes feasting on Kathy's contorted, 
jerking young face. 

Ed's heavily-swollen balls were bursting with unspent cum beneath his 
rehardening prick and he kneaded its aching length with his fingers as it 
popped free from his jockey shorts. He removed them hurriedly and stumbled 
to join the orgy, and the short, fat Gay groaned and crawled across the 
carpet for a closer view of the action. 

"Turn Kathy over!" said Ed, whetting his ever-enlarging prick with long, 
sliding strokes. "Turn the little bitch over, goddamn it, before I ram my 
cock up your hairy ass!" 

Ted barely heard the words shouted into his ear with the blood rushing 
through his veins as he unceasingly screwed into the new young vocalist's 
hotly-clenching rectum, but he locked his wrists under her 
smoothly-wriggling belly and rolled them together onto their sides, then 
flipped her backwards on top of him, his huge throbbing cock still imbedded 
far up inside her wide-stretched little anus. He slipped his hands over her 
sleek belly and gripped her jutting round breasts, digging his fingers into 
the firm flesh and pinching her erected nipples between his knuckles. Her 
long, tapering legs were splayed helplessly outside his own, and he could 
feel her pneumatically-moving ass still grinding down into his firm, hairy 
stomach. 

"My God! Look at her little pussy suck inward!" Ed said as he knelt between 
her limp legs spread before his gaze. The tiny blonde puff of hair was split 
enticingly by the moist red lips of her cunt. He looked at the thin, 
vertical shape of the hotly-undulating pussy and felt his rigidly-erect cock 
thicken even more. He could see the muscular roundness of the bandleader's 
heavily-driving cock appear and disappear between the quiveringly-curved 
mounds of her ass, and her cuntal juices glistened and shone like tiny drops 
of dew at the edges of her oval pussy hole. 

He couldn't take it any longer and flung himself onto her thrashing white 
body, pushing her long slim legs farther apart still and guiding his 
monstrous cock with his hand into the openly exposed lips of her cunt, 
striking deep into the dark recesses of the moist open cavern in one ripping 
plunge, letting the weight of his body fall crushingly against her. 

"Oooooooh, God!" Kathy groaned as it sliced through the yielding inner folds 
of her pussy matching the pile-driving cock already buried to the hilt in 
her rectum. She could feel both pulsating cocks throbbing against each other 
through the thin wall between her heavily-filled with pain and shame, 
sandwiched between them, Ed's feverish lips hissing "Pussy, pussy," into one 
ear while the resounding animal grunts from Ted's hot-breathed mouth echoed 
in the other. 

Then the two men picked up each other's rhythm and started pumping together 
with long, cruel strokes, jarring her whole body between them with their 
force as she lay helplessly impaled on both pistoning cocks. She felt like a 
limp sponge-rubber doll as she was buffeted between them mercilessly. She 
was muttering incomprehensibly as they ground relentlessly into her, 
punctuated from time to time by a deep-chested grunt as they smacked into 
her pinned-down body with unusual force. 

Ruby watched them as they pummeled into Kathy's naked young body from both 
sides, reveling in the pained, contorted look on her face, glad that she was 
being punished. She thought she was really something special, the bitch. It 
really does me good to see her getting it in the ass and cunt at the same 
time. Ruby thought to herself. It makes my aching pussy all buttery and hot. 
Ohhhhh! I wish I could get fucked three ways at once. Slam your balls into 
my cunt, too, you bastard, she said inwardly. I'm a vicious little whore, 
and I enjoy seeing Kathy hurt, I need to be punished too. Fuck it to me. 
Ohhhhh, fuck my pussy! 

Ruby ground her smoothly-rounded buttocks in the air, taking Hank's 
incessant banging into her wildly-aroused cunt with masochistic pleasure 
grunting and groaning with every thumping thrust, her eyes hypnotized by the 
human sandwich in front of her. 

She heard Gay squeal piercingly, and saw him strip his leather belt from his 
trousers with a sword-drawing motion while he continued rubbing his tiny 
worm-like cock with his right hand, and with fear stricken grimace saw him 
lever his arm high into the air over her and lash the thrumming leather down 
on her exposed shoulders. 

"Aieeeee!" she screamed, secretly glorying in the terrible, smarting pain 
spreading from the red welt the belt raised on her fair skin. 

"You bitchy whore!" he lisped gleefully as he swung the belt again and 
again. "You scum. You dirty slut!" 

The almost unbearable stinging sensations set fire to her already 
lust-raging loins, and she humped skillfully back onto the slushing, 
pole-like rod ripping heavily into her eagerly-laboring cunt. 

Hank was brought out of his silence as if awakened from an erotic dream, 
sending chills up Ruby's whip-lashing spine as he ejaculated the words: 
"Whip her, man. She's a filthy whore! Beat the little cocksucker until she 
can't move, you mother-fucker! Lay it on her harder! Harder, damn it! Jesus 
Christ, I'm going to cum! Cut her to pieces, dad, while I fill her cunt up 
with my cum! I'M CUMMMMMING! OOOOOOOH, I'M CUMMING! Hit!" 

Ruby felt the hot male cum from the crazily-pistoning cock explode like 
sky-rockets inside her burning pussy, and the lashing leather punished her 
white back and shoulders unmercifully, occasionally wrapping painfully 
around her jerkily grinding ass as Gay practically danced in his furious 
attack, still stroking his penis desperately as he shouted the lewd 
deprecations down at her flailing head. 

"Ohhhhhh. Fuckkkkkk meeeeeee! Beeeeeeeat me! Cum in my face! My face!" she 
begged shamelessly, and Gay moved without ceasing his limber whipping lashes 
across her naked flesh, until his small but thick-headed cock was over her 
head, his well-manicured nails flashing as he jerked the loose skin up and 
down, juggling his balls hanging at its root. 

"Lower, lower. Shoot it in my face!" Ruby cried pleadingly so that Gay 
dropped to his knees in front of her and jerked his stiff cock an inch from 
her lewdly contorted face, his arm still rising, falling, rising, falling as 
the leather belt cut into her white skin like a firebrand. "Yesssss! That's 
it," she said fastening her glowing brown eyes on the tiny, about to erupt 
prick standing up before her. She felt Hank's cock, still captured behind by 
her desperately sucking pussy, begin to deflate slowly, and she reached back 
between her fluttering thighs and milked his dangling balls as he threw a 
couple more slamming thrusts into her eager cunt, spurting the last drops of 
hot cum into her belly. 

"God! Ohhhh, Jesus God!" Kathy coughed, feeling her own viscera palpitating 
toward orgasm as she watched Ruby's degradation. What kind of slave has she 
become, Kathy thought, that she could permit herself to be treated like 
that? Ohhhhh. I'm going to cum. I like it. I like being double-fucked! 

Ruby saw Gay's hand start jerking his swelling cock faster and faster, and 
she bent her young, ruby-lipped face closer to it until she could feel the 
air fanning her nose and cheeks from the motion of his hand, and when she 
heard the soft plopping sound of Hank's now deflated cock coming out of her 
throbbing cunt from behind and she dug her own fingers into her 
sperm-flooded pussy, eagerly pursuing the orgasm she felt coming. 

"You lousy bastard. You didn't wait for me to cum." She spat the words out 
so that Gay felt the moist air from her mouth on his now heavily-pulsing 
cock. He struck at the tender, wounded buttocks still flashing frenziedly in 
the air with the belt and felt his balls tighten as the cum started boiling 
up from deep inside them. 

"I'm cumming," he said softly and beat his hand faster. "I'm cumming," he 
said a little louder, thrashing the leather into the narrow crevice between 
her masochistically upraised buttocks. "I'M CUMMING! OH, YOU FILTHY BITCH! 
I'M CUMMING!" 

"Me too. I'm cumming, too. Ohhhh. Beat me, hurt me. I'm cummmiinnngg," Ruby 
groaned, feeling hot juices welling out of her fully dilated cunt as she 
groveled her hand deep up into her cuntal slit and tears dribbled over her 
pretty face just as Gay spewed out his sticky white cum, spurting it into 
her heavy-lidded eyes so that it splattered wide and trickled whitely down 
her cheeks. 

"I'M CCUUMMMIIINNNGGG!" she moaned and gobbled at his still-jerking prick, 
sucking its bobbing head for the last ounce of cum until he fell whimpering 
onto her and the two of them collapsed to the floor: his dwindling prick 
still held fast in her mouth as she struggled to swallow the last of his now 
slowly-expending cum. 

Ted felt his cum-bloated balls about to explode and gave warning. "Okay 
baby, let's ride it out together. Make your hot little asshole milk me dry." 
He started pumping and sawing under her faster now, and he felt Ed quicken 
his pace to keep up with him, Kathy sobbing and groaning under the increased 
strength of their competing cocks, and she knew her time was coming. She had 
been on the verge of orgasm for several minutes now, getting small flashes 
as she watched the total humiliation Ruby had undergone, and she closed her 
eyes, concentrating on her own sensations. 

Ted felt the volcano begin to erupt deep in his bowels, and he arched his 
back so high it threw all three of them off the floor with each thrust. He 
could hear Ed grunting and snorting like a rutting pig as he plunged stroke 
for stroke into Kathy's hungrily jerking pussy, and all at once it came, 
blowing up out of his balls like an exploding geyser. 

"I'm ccuummmiinnggg, baby. Ohhhhh baby, I'm cumminngg into your sweet little 
asshole. Fuck me back baby, I'M CUMMING!" He flung himself into Ruby's 
clasping rectum as hard as he could, and he held his throbbing spurting 
prick in as far up inside as it would go, plastering her insides with great 
white jets of hot jellied cum; Ed's prick still rubbing along the length of 
his, deep up her hotly straining pussy. 

"Yeah Baby. You better believe it. I'm pumping a load into your cunt," Ed 
said as he bruised his heavy pelvis into hers, feeling the hair on his 
swishing balls brushing against Ed's every time he struck home. "I'm 
cumming! I'M CUMMING!" 

Then all of a sudden the dam burst in Kathy's pummeled body, and she felt 
her anus palpitating in orgasm around Ted's still-stiff cock as the muscles 
in her widespread thighs quivered into wild uncontrollable spasms and her 
greedy pussy clamped its hot sucking lips onto Ed's pile-driving cock, and 
she ground her burning clitoris insatiably into his wiry male pubic hairs. 

"Fuck me harder!" she groaned. "Ooooh! Fuck my pussy harder! Fuck my ass! 
OOooohhh! Fuck it! I'M CUUMMIINNGG! I'm cummiinngg all over your beautiful 
cock! I'M CCUUMMIIINNGGG! Ohhh shit! I'M STILL CCUUMMIINNGGG! FUCK ME! FUCK 
MEEEE!" 

Their deflating cocks and Kathy's cum-filled cunt and rectum throbbed and 
palpitated rhythmically together for a long time like slowly dying creatures 
until finally Ted's softened cock oozed out of her semen-drenched anus with 
a faint wet farting sound, followed by the steady stream of warmly gushing 
cum; then Ed's too was loosened from the testicle-draining suction in her 
thirstily drinking cunt and slipped wetly out, his semen trailing moistly 
behind and seeping slowly down the soft hair-fringed lips to mix lewdly with 
that coming from her anus below. 

* * * 

After the first orgy of that night when everybody, including the effete Gay 
broke through to an animal level of unrestrained sexuality, Ted had broken 
out several more joints of marijuana and a chunk of hashish, and they all 
smoked until reality was a shifting cloud in the shapes of rutting stags and 
does. Kathy was forever unable to remember who had fucked whom that night, 
and the endless permutations of lewd obscene positions and combinations of 
fellatio and cunnilingus and sodomy and tandem coitus -- she only knew that 
it had been the most depraved and at the same time the most satiating sex 
she had ever known or would be likely to know. She thought of it as a 
bacchanal celebrating the record contract, a Dionysian festival in which the 
darkest, most secret recesses of her mind and body were liberated from all 
earthly restraints as she worked out her most breaded fantasies of rape and 
degradation so often that they had no power over her anymore, and she could 
tap her deepest wells of primitive femaleness at will to enhance the meaning 
of the music she performed, and she understood the thumping beat Hank 
elicited from his curved bass, the banging Ed gave the rounded skins of his 
drums, the loving manipulations Ted tendered to his long black clarinet and 
thicker sax, the clawing handfuls of notes Ruby grabbed off the keyboard of 
the piano. More and more her throaty voice urged them to higher and higher 
altitudes of abandoned savage jazz, and she reveled in her private knowledge 
that their success was founded on the forbidden descents into that primitive 
realm where her young lithe body was an instrument for fucking, where she 
was merely a bottomless vessel for male cum, a helpless creature over whom 
the most obscene imprecations were shouted as she sucked lust-hard cocks or 
took their expanded thickness into her softly folded pussy or unbearably 
into the deepest inner reaches of her sundered little rectal passage as the 
white globes bounced shamelessly against the hairy belly of whatever man 
hunched down behind her slavishly kneeling body. 

When she reached the top, it was because she knew how far down the bottom 
was and took the knowledge into her like a mouthful of white male cum into 
her belly, and she accepted it as she had accepted it when the first curly 
blonde pubic hair had begun to grow around her young, as yet unused little 
cunt -- it was simply a fact of life. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The cool night air blew through the windows of the penthouse apartment in 
San Francisco, billowing out the translucent curtains like sails and 
refreshing Kathy's naked young limbs as she lay on the bed beside Ted, his 
nudity familiar and enticing to her unappeased prurience, even though he had 
just rolled heavily off her wildly-thrashing body minutes before. 

They were watching a television talk show on which Kathy had been 
interviewed. The camera cut to a close-up of her face, the colors vivid, 
showing her full, red lips, blue eyes and flowing blonde hair to their best 
advantage. From time to time there were passing shots of her exposed rounded 
knees as though the cameramen couldn't keep their eyes off her crossed legs, 
hoping for a sudden glimpse of the long valley up between her creamy white 
thighs to her snugly hidden pubic mound. 

"How do you explain your convincing renditions of the songs you do with Ted 
Dorsey's combo, Kathy? When I look at your young innocent face, I never 
cease to amaze at the worldly-wise approach you give your songs." The 
interviewer was a very handsome personality himself, and his eyes kept 
roaming when he was off-camera to the deep cleft between her high-riding 
milk-white breasts where they were springing forth out of the low-cut 
mini-dress. 

Ted chuckled gruffly beside Kathy on the bed, and she playfully jabbed him 
in the ribs with an elbow. 

"Oh, I don't know," Kathy heard herself say on the screen, watching the 
unaffected look of innocence as she looked openly at the interviewer who had 
fucked her almost senseless the night before the show in his studio office, 
"I think that it's possible to suffer enough inwardly to gain an 
understanding of the music. People like to think that if your life isn't 
full of hard times, that you're not 'paying your dues', as musicians like to 
describe it. But that's nonsense. A truly sensitive person can simply get 
under another person's skin long enough to understand what it's like. You 
don't have to go through it to believe in it if you have any feeling at all 
for others." 

"That's a damned good snow job," Ted said absently running the tip of his 
finger lightly down the long ridge of Kathy's backbone and sliding it 
between the firm curves of her smooth buttocks and on down until he tickled 
it at the matted blonde hair covering the fleshy pink folds of her cunt. 

Kathy felt a ripple of goosepimples trail behind his barely touching finger 
and twitched her buttock-cheeks in response to his finger now circling in 
the lushly swirling curls between her well-rounded thighs. 

"But what about love?" the interviewer asked, quirking his eyebrows. "Have 
you never been hurt in love? That seems like a terribly important part of 
jazz lyrics." 

"I do know a little about that subject," she answered coyly, "but let's say 
I've yet to be disappointed that way. No, any truth I get across when I sing 
is based on an instinctive understanding, not on personal tragedy like so 
many... " 

"You know, you're really full of shit," Ted growled into her ear. She felt 
his moist breath and trembled violently when his hot wet tongue licked into 
her inner canal sending thrills of excitement down into her triangle-shaped 
young pussy where it pressed lasciviously down into the mattress. 

"Fuck you," she said playfully. 

"All right bitch, fuck me," he said hoarsely, and roughly pitched her over 
onto her back, clamping his teeth over her already erect pink nipple and 
squeezing her gleaming white breasts with both hands. "You know what I 
want," he mumbled around her tingling wet nipple. 

"What?" Kathy asked breathily, her young ripe body squirming lewdly on the 
bed. 

"Our chain fucking special," he said with a deep growl of animal lust as he 
felt his deflated cock jerking up into rigidity again against her smooth, 
sleek flank. 

"You're on, sport," Kathy said, a cheap whore's tone in her voice, and she 
spread her long, tapered legs wide, exposing her nakedly palpitating cuntal 
lips. 

Ted took his now bone-hard prick in his hand and got up over her, guiding 
its blood-engorged head into contact with the mucus-covered flanges of her 
vagina, pulling the hair-covered lips aside with his thumbs until he could 
feel the hot wetness of the smooth inner folds; then he took his thumbs 
away, and the pussy lips closed back warmly around his partially-imbedded 
cock. 

Kathy felt the huge head clasped in the narrow, throbbing opening to her 
aching cunt and wriggled impatiently under him. "Come on! Fuck me, you 
bastard! Fuck me now!" 

"All right baby, you asked for it, now you're going to get it," he said, and 
using all his strength, he rammed his battering-ram cock in one slashing 
tearing stroke through the well-lubricated walls of her vagina until his 
rapidly-filling balls hard-slapped into her nakedly quivering buttocks. 

"Oooohh! You're so big. Wait until I start," she begged. She felt the ridges 
of his burgeoning prick imbedded inside her throbbing pussy, inflaming her 
nerve-endings, and soon she started small rocking motions as she stroked his 
jerking cock with her hungry cunt, and he began a slow, easy, fucking 
motion, drawing his still-growing prick farther and farther out of the hot 
wet walls of her pussy and driving it back again into the readily moistening 
depths until she felt it grind into her cervix so hard it made her grunt 
with every stroke. 

When she was riding easily on his lust-hardened cock, he rolled them both 
onto their sides and raised her left leg into the air, fucking still, and he 
ran his sharp fingernails down the creamy smoothness of her columnar thigh 
and pinched at her jouncing buttocks as she swiveled her pelvis eagerly to 
the side to meet his jarring thrusts. 

She could feel the rubbery edge of his blood-filled cock-head tripping over 
the pink, tremulous bud of her clitoris as he pumped into her flowing cunt, 
jangling her young body like bells ringing along the fibers of her nerves. 

She took the initiative for the next move, pushing him onto his back without 
losing his delicious screwing prick from her cunt, and then she was fucking 
his upthrust cock as he jerked up at her from the mattress, her snowy-white 
breasts crushing into his hairy chest and the glowing flesh of her ripe 
young buttocks grinding unhindered up in the air. She rode his hardness high 
up almost to the tip, and then dropped her juicily-clasping cunt back down 
the full length of his fiery shaft to smack her pelvic mound fiercely into 
his. 

"Oooohhhh! OOoohhhhh! I love that beautiful cock!" she moaned into his ear 
as she restlessly fucked him. 

Grabbing her full globular breasts in his hands, he forced her to raise up 
on his still deeply-plunging cock, looking at her young innocent-looking 
face as it was contorted by lust. She pulled her knees forward on both sides 
of his body, arching the roundness of her firm white thighs as she squatted 
over him, her pelvis twitching and grinding obscenely down on his impaling 
cock. 

"Arrrgh! Oh God! I can feel it rip at my belly that way. Uggggn!" She 
groaned without stopping her circular screwing on his rigid piercing cock, 
throwing her head back in abandon with her blonde silky hair falling softly 
down her arching back. 

Ted bared his teeth cruelly and humped his muscular buttocks up from the 
mattress in a savage jab up into her hungrily-straining cunt. 

"Ugggghh! It hurts! Do it again!" Kathy mewled wildly, thrashing on his 
punishing cock. 

He jabbed again and again into the flooding depths of her hotly-squirming 
pussy, grinning sadistically at the pained pleasure flinching across her 
pretty young face. 

"Turn around and sit backwards on top of me so I can see my cock in your 
cunt," he growled when he had watched her bouncing pink-tipped breasts arid 
grinding curvaceous hips until his balls felt burstingly full of semen. 

Kathy lifted her right knee with difficulty and brought it over his chest 
then moved her left until it rested between his wide-splayed legs, his 
hardened penis never leaving the warm sucking moistness of her pussy. Then 
she moved them one after the other again until she now faced away from him, 
her narrow-ankled feet back against his ribs on the mattress as she braced 
herself on her hands, constantly sliding up and down on his pole-like cock, 
her hair-lined pussy making erotic wet sluicing sounds as she rose and fell 
on his huge thickness. 

Ted watched her nakedly curved ass as she continued fucking his upright 
penis, the tiny puckering anus showing between the slightly flushed 
buttock-cheeks, and he wet his middle finger with saliva before suddenly 
worming it up to the first knuckle in her little tight asshole, holding her 
down on his cock with his other hand. 

"Arrgggg!" Kathy complained, sitting up to escape his lewdly-rotating 
finger. 

Ted relentlessly shoved the stiff finger farther into the resisting opening 
of her rectum until the knuckles of his fist pounded into the soft resilient 
flesh of her ass, she wiggled helplessly above on his impaling cock and 
finger. 

"Uggggh!" she moaned and held herself poised on the rigidly throbbing shaft 
until she felt her rectal passage loosen around his finger; then she backed 
as far down on the two rigid members as she could get and started riding him 
again, the fires in her raging cunt boiling to white-hot heat. "Ooohhh! 
Yesss!" she wailed, reaching back between her taut thighs to massage his 
massive balls dancing rhythmically under her excitedly jerking pussy. 

"Ummmmm! That's good, baby," Ted said thickly, "milk my aching nuts!" He 
felt the rising steam of cum boiling in his balls and pushed her forward 
onto her knees, pulling himself up after her by her curving hips without 
losing a stroke up into her hungrily grinding cunt or tiny flexing anus. 

On her elbows and knees in front of his pile-driving cock in dog-fashion, 
Kathy kept kneading at his cum-swollen balls and felt her bloated breasts 
brushing her arm, her face now in line once more with the television screen. 

"... like to sing a song?" she dimly heard the interviewer ask, and her 
public image broke into a New Orleans dirty blues, "Jazz me, baby." 

"Yeaaaahh! Jazz me, baby," Ted repeated huskily, and he fucked harder and 
harder up against her hotly-swiveling ass, worming his ramrod prick up the 
eagerly twitching pussy to pummel her womb like a fist in a punching bag. 

"Ooohhhh!" Kathy moaned, feeling her thighs quivering toward orgasm. "Ahhh! 
Fuck me. I'm going to cum!" She was thrashing wildly under his resounding 
thumps into her globular buttocks, finding her clitoris with her thumb as 
she continued milking desperately at his cum-bloated balls. "Ohhhh! Jazz me, 
baby. Jazz my pussy good. Fuck my jelly-roll, honey. I'm cumming. OHHHH, I'M 
CUUMMIINNGGG! JAZZ MY ASSHOLE. FUCK MEEEE!" 

Like a wild animal in the peak of rutting, Kathy flashed the ragged edges of 
her excitedly flooding pussy claspingly up and down his bone-hard shaft, 
cumming again and again as Ted crashed against her rampaging globular ass 
like a thick-horned bull goring her over and over until the insistent urging 
in his balls rose like mercury in a heated thermometer and burst through the 
cunt-gouging tip of his cock-head. 

"I'm ccuummiinnggg baby. Milk 'em. I'M CUMMMIINNGG. OH JESUS! I'M CUMMING!" 

Kathy felt his hot cum spurting up into her wildly quivering pussy and 
continued kneading at his rapidly emptying balls, feeling her aroused young 
pussy sucking starvingly at his contracting, jerking prick as his finger 
ground mercilessly up into her searing anus and his hipbones slapped 
fleshily up into her lifting swirling buttocks. As she felt another long 
drawn-out orgasm tear through her grinding loins, she joined in with the 
last chorus of the song beggingly, "Jazz me! Jazz me!" And the drumming 
traps were like getting fucked in every pore of her body. 

When Ted finally had emptied himself completely into her succulent pussy and 
his slowly deflating cock slipped out from between her thighs, they fell 
nakedly together onto the bed and lay there breathing heavily through 
parched throats as Kathy felt the warm trickle of his warm male cum running 
down the softly pulsating lips of her cuntal slit, she looked at the ceiling 
with dazzled blue eyes and though to herself, That's what it's really all 
about. 

* * * 

Mrs. Gred Mills, Kathy's mother, took the square flat package from the 
mailman, and he stood expectantly, obviously waiting for her to open it 
while he was there. 

"Think it's Kathy's album?" he asked. 

"I don't know what else it could be, Mr. Pearson," she answered. "Kathy's 
letter said it' was on the way." Mrs. Mills ripped away the brown paper and 
crumpled it to throw it on the table by the door. "Ohhh! It is! Look at 
Sandy!" 

She held out the glossy record cover for Mr. Pearson to see. It was a 
photograph of Kathy standing languorously by a brass baby bed in a short 
nightgown with a pouting little look on her face. Stitched on the blanket 
folded over the end of the bed was the title of the album, "Baby Blue." 

Mr. Pearson squinted his eyes and looked closely at the smooth creamy skin 
of the blue-eyed young girl, his lips licking out over his ancient lips. 
"She's just as pretty as ever, Mrs. Mills. Just as pretty as ever." 

"Isn't she lovely? And she's very happy. You can tell if you look at her 
eyes. Besides, her letter just bubbled over with her excitement. She's 
finally made it." Mrs. Mills got a faraway look in her eye, thinking of her 
child. 

"I always said, Mr. Pearson, that you didn't have to be a... a bad person to 
make a go of it. So many of the people in show business -- do you ever read 
the movie magazines? No? Well, so many of them have led such loose lives 
that you begin to think it's the only way to get up in the world. But 
Kathy's a perfect example that it's not true. Look... isn't that the face of 
a pure untouched young innocent?" 

Mr. Pearson peered again closely at the oval face set with perfect eyes and 
nose over her full pink lips. Sandy's blonde hair hung down long and 
straight around her face, framing its lovely contours. Only a few hairs were 
out of place, which gave her a slight touch of the unkempt I've just gotten 
out of bed look that the photographer must have wanted. An evil thought 
passed through Mr. Pearson's mind, but he quickly shoved it away. After all, 
he was talking to the girl's mother, not to the boys down at the Legion 
Hall. Still, he thought there was something in that young pretty face 
that... that just didn't quite look to him like innocence. 

"That it is, Mrs. Mills," he said, hi? voice a little husky in spite of 
himself. Hell, he thought, she's got the best pair of legs I've seen in a 
long time. She had sure grown up. "Your daughter has turned out to be a 
fine-looking woman and successful too. Not everyone on the block has a girl 
like her." 

"Why thank you, Mr. Pearson. I'll tell her you said so when I answer her 
letter. She sent her love to everyone and said to tell them she was very 
happy." She had a passing thought of the close call she felt Kathy must have 
had with that boy, David Cassey. She was so glad that Kathy had gone away. 
If she had stayed, who knows what might have happened. He might have... 
might have... she couldn't bring herself to think of exactly what might have 
happened if Kathy and David had continued seeing each other. Thank God that 
she learned something from what we tried to teach her. 

"You have every right to be proud of your daughter," Mr. Pearson said, 
breaking into her thoughts. 

"Thanks. Now if you'll excuse me, I want to call some friends and tell them. 
And listen to this record!" 

When she had closed the door, Mrs. Mills stared a long time at the record 
cover. There was something about the pouting face of her daughter that 
bothered her just a little bit. She chewed on her lower lip for a long time 
wondering what it was. Then it finally came to her. 

When Kathy was very small, every time she wanted something very badly but 
knew that she should not have it or even desire it for that matter, she had 
taken on that expression. Mrs. Mills wondered whatever it was that made 
Kathy think that becoming a success as a singer was somehow forbidden, 
taboo. As long as she herself could keep up her self-respect, and I'm sure 
she has done that, she thought to herself. 

Reassured, Mrs. Mills went to the phonograph and put on the record. While 
she dialed the telephone to begin inviting friends over to see the record, 
she heard the singing. The husky, sultry voice was not at all like Kathy, 
she reflected as she heard the buzz in her ear of the. phone ringing on the 
other end of the line. But then she had never really understood too much 
about music, she rationalized, but quite obviously, since Kathy was singing 
on the record, she knew what she was doing, and she must be able to do it 
very well from what the magazines and things said. 


THE END
