Little Sister's Ordeal
by Jackson Robard
(LLP-427)


Chapter 1 

Cloudy white motorcycle engine exhaust billowed up from the precariously 
leaning, wooden shack in the backyard some distance from the Leland family's 
main farmhouse. It was just far enough away to dim the ear-splitting whine 
and roar of Jeffrey Leland's gleaming new Honda. 

Jeff had the beauty up on four crates. It was high enough to keep from 
breaking his back as he tuned up the monster. This new machine meant a great 
deal to Jeffrey. 

To be exact, three years in the damned US Navy! It. took that long to save 
up money from his meager Navy pay to buy this beautiful thing. And it had 
been worth every minute! More than once Jeff had told this to himself. 

Now the Honda was all his; not his and the finance company's. Hell no! One 
hundred percent his very own! Nobody could take this away from Jeffrey 
Leland. And neither would, or could anyone take away the fact that in less 
than twenty-four hours, Jeff and his brand new bike would be burning up the 
asphalt between the easy-going serenity of the state of Vermont's Green 
Mountains and the gaudy but exciting glow of New York. 

This wasn't to be his first trip here. The first had been anything but 
pleasant. Then he'd dragged his ass for fifty hours waiting to shove off for 
boot camp. And he did what he could in the time allowed. He saw the whores, 
the topless, the bottomless, the fat, the ugly, the dirty movies and the 
inside of the dingy Greyhound bus terminal. But all in all, what he did see, 
whetted his appetite. 

There was no doubt in Jeff's mind. New York was his kind of town. Back home 
in Vermont there wasn't a thing like it, little hick dumps, big farms, 
lonely orchards for miles along the narrow roads. The dull, humdrum 
stagnation of the place was like some local disease. 

He caressed the Honda. Yes siree, this shiny machine couldn't get him there 
fast enough. He sighed. Even with his sister, Sybil, tagging along tin the 
trip, her included, it was going to be a hot time. He just knew it would be! 

He chuckled to himself as he mentally counted the money in his wallet. It 
was left over from his discharge pay, and it was considerable. 

He thought about his sister, Sybil, as he polished the Honda. She might just 
not be going along with him. This was up to Mom and Dad. He would stay out 
of any argument. Jeff was sure .there would be one. Sybil was a born 
fighter. 

But then Sybil also had an excuse. She was scheduled to start school at the 
private academy in another month. And too, she - was determined. She kept 
screaming how much she wanted to get the hell out of Vermont, off the dreary 
farm and see something of the city's bright lights before she got immersed 
in the books. 

She'd been down to New York just once. This was for the initial interview 
and her subsequence acceptance by the faculty advisor. Sybil remembered 
every moment in the greaty city; and she pined to visit it again. 

Jeffrey cranked back the throttle. He listened contentedly. The awesome 
engine roared in finely-tuned pitch. There was not one trace of misfiring. 
Man, he shouted, this is some sweet baby! It was worth every cent he sweated 
out in the Navy. 

"Jeff! Jeff!" 

Over the screeching cry of the Honda, Jeff didn't hear his kid sister 
yelling for him. Sybil entered the shack-garage. "Jeff!" she screamed at the 
top of her lungs: It was on the third try she managed to be heard over the 
ear-splitting din. 

"Mom and Dad said I could go," she grinned. "Did you hear me? They said I 
could go! Isn't that wonderful!?" 

Sybil was bouncing up and down like she was back on the basketball cheering 
lines in high school: Jeff could see she was ecstatic. 

"Gee, that's swell, Sybby," Jeff smiled. "Hey, you'd better start packing, 
huh?" 

When she took off, he let his thoughts flow again over the business of 
taking her along with him to New York. He was sure Sybil. wouldn't be or get 
in his way. But this wasn't what worried Jeffrey Leland the most. It was 
Andrea Douglas. He'd long been planning to see this sexy creature again. If 
Mom and Dad had any idea, they would forbid the trip. So, it was a ploy, in 
a way, to take Sybil along with him. Their parents knew that Sybil had no 
time, never did, for the provocative Andrea; and they also knew their own 
feelings. They had little respect for Andrea Douglas. 

Tinkering, Jeff fell into a reflective mood. He'd dated the delicious Andrea 
a couple times back in high school. Sybil was still in junior high then. It 
was there her first dislike of Andrea began. So Jeff kept the girl away from 
the family. 

During those last months of high school, he and Andrea had grown close. It 
was fun. They would have to sneak around like a couple of thieves just to 
see each other for seconds. 

Jeff remembered his Mom telling him she'd heard some evil talk about Andrea. 
Some of the women at the church were spreading vicious gossip instead of 
planning ice cream suppers and apple pie bakes. 

But what they said among themselves, even if it was half-true, hadn't 
mattered to `Jeff. Andrea was becoming all he had ever wanted in a girl. His 
only hope was that it wasn't too late now to pick up where they'd left off 
three years before, the time he spent in the Navy. ' 

Then, too, he hadn't heard from her in over two of these long, painful 
years. It also had slipped his mind whether he'd written to her before he 
was shipped home. 

He remembered she lived now in New York. He'd been able to learn this much 
from some of the old bunch in town. He did this without revealing his deep 
personal interest. A New York telephone book told him there was indeed an 
Andrea Douglas in the directory. 

This was all he needed. He would give the address a try. He had nothing to 
lose. 

Putting away his tool kit, he figured he'd have to tell Sybil about Andrea. 
Probably it wouldn't be easy to keep it from her once they reached New York. 

He wondered if she would really care. Sybil had blossomed into quite a 
swinger herself while he was away. At least this was the story he heard from 
many of his friends who'd successfully avoided the draft. 

No longer was Sybil Leland the sweet, naive teenager he'd left behind in 
Vermont three years before. Hell no! He wondered sometimes, perhaps a little 
guiltily, if his pretty, sexy sister was still a virgin ... if maybe she'd 
gone all the way? The thought stimulated him. He didn't know why. Maybe it 
happened with one of his own friends? He wouldn't put it past a couple of 
them. Sybil was certainly pretty enough. 

He chased these thoughts from his mind. It just wasn't healthy to think of 
your own sister as a girl to love; that kind of thing wasn't normal. But 
even so, sometimes he caught himself staring hungrily at her pert, shapely 
figure. Sybil's ripe young curves she so openly flaunted, were enticing 
indeed. And he knew that she knew it. 

Maybe it was just that he'd never noticed before. To Jeff, Sybil had always 
been just a dumb kid sister always under foot, a pain in the ass. But now 
she'd changed. It seemed to Jeff that Sybil was always running around in the 
farmhouse half-dressed. He'd see her racing back from the bathroom in just 
her white half-brassiere and a pair of tight clinging panties that hugged 
her gorgeous buttocks. After his return from the Navy he'd several times 
caught her slipping downstairs late at night for a snack. One time she was 
stark naked! Other times she wore a nearly transparent nightie. It left 
nothing to Jeff's imagination. When Sybil caught him staring, she wet her 
lips. Then she giggled and ran back upstairs with her sandwich. 

Jeff put his tools away. He chuckled to himself. The way Sybil had just run 
back to the house' reminded him of that night she ran naked up the stairs. 

She had giggled. This was an unintelligible burst of excitement. Then, as 
now, she scampered off like a rabbit. She reached the farmhouse and vanished 
inside. Jeff knew she would be packing furiously for the Honda trip down the 
coast. He'd warned her how little she would be able to take. She agreed and 
the rest of the stuff she would need would be shipped Railway Express. Her 
only luggage on the bike would be a backpack she'd have to share space 
inside with her brother. 

Jeffrey Leland laughed to himself. He loved his sister's childlike 
exuberance, her unabashed, wide-eyed enthusiasm for life. 

How often he wished he could enjoy the same. But it wasn't easy for him. His 
recent past would take a lot of forgetting. 

His three years in the Navy had robbed him of his youth, his once 
free-swinging carefree love of life. It was a priceless commodity. 

He knew those days were gone. But he also knew that somewhere between 
innocent youthfulness and sober maturity, that he could reorganize the joys 
and the disappointments. 

And maybe ... maybe ... he would be lucky? Once he was in New York, he would 
know for sure. 

It was a big gamble, but if he could locate Andrea Douglas, he was sure that 
the miracle of recovery from the blackness of the past would explode with a 
blinding flash of light! 

* * * 

 "Jeff! Jeff!" Sybil cried. "Wake up. Hey! It's nearly six o'clock!" 

The early summer sun was barely above the distant Green Mountains. Sybil was 
leaping up and down, eager to begin the long trip south. 

Everything she could take was already packed in the ragged knapsack left 
over from Jeff's boy scout days. Nothing remained for her to do except comb 
out her long, thick crimson hair, tie it securely in the pony tail to keep 
it from flapping in the wind as she and her brother zipped along the highway 
on their way to New York. 

"Oh, damnit. C'mon! Hey, Jeff. Get up!" 

Jeff managed to open his eyes halfway. He was still more asleep than awake. 

He cursed: "Hell, six o'clock! Christ, when I said we'd get an early start, 
Sybby, I didn't mean in the middle of the damned night. Come on! Hell! Go on 
back to bed. Let me get some more sleep. I'm driving, remember?" 

But Sybil was far too excited to listen. "Aw, Jeff, baby, honey, c'mon. 
You've been getting up, earlier than this for three years." 

"For me that damned three year stretch is over. I sleep!" 

Sybil placed her hands on her hips defiantly. "Please. Please, Jeff, honey. 
I'm all ready, packed and everything. Mom's already up, too. She's fixin' 
our breakfast. C'mon Jeff, please," she begged. 

Jeff Leland knew he was licked. Even if he tried to go back to sleep, his 
sister would stand right over him until he finally gave in. 

"Okay, okay, you win, Sybby. Now get the hell out of here so I can get 
dressed. You're still too young to see me nude." 

He rose halfway up, then collapsed with a thud on the mattress. 

Sybil ignored his remark. "Oh, no you don't, Jeffrey Leland," she said in 
her sternest tone. "I'm sticking right here until you get the hell out of 
that bed. I know. You just want me out so you can go back to sleep, right?" 

"Right!" He laughed. 

She pushed one hand under the covers and pinched his naked thigh. "There, 
now get up! I'm not budging until... " 

Jeffrey, opened his eyes wide. He strained the muscles in his forehead to 
hold them open. 

"Okay, squirt, but get the hell out of here so I can get dressed. Don't say 
I didn't warn you. You're gonna be shocked when I get out from under these 
covers." 

"I've seen you undressed before." 

"I'm not talking about that, Sybby." 

Sybil groaned. "I'm not moving until you get out of that bed!" 

Jeff grinned. "All right! You asked for it. Don't blame me!" With this he 
executed a practiced jump he'd learned in boot camp. The youth vaulted out 
of the bed, landing on the bare farmhouse floor. 

Sybil screamed: "Eeeeeeeeeecccckk!" Her eyes widened. They flashed. "You 
didn't tell me you were all naked!" 

Then her face was suddenly crimson red. Jeff stood ginning mischievously. It 
was true. He was stark naked and right in front of his young sister. His 
semi-erect penis dangled threateningly between his muscular thighs. He moved 
his hips. His cock swung from side to side. 

Sybil squealed again. "Can't you ... oh, damn you, Jeffrey Leland! Damn 
you!" Sybil covered her eyes. She ran from the room. Her brother's laughter 
followed her all the way down the hall. 

Once inside her own bedroom, she slammed the door behind her. Then, and only 
then, she admitted to herself that she wasn't truly embarrassed. That wasn't 
the word. Not really. Maybe a little surprised, but not uncomfortably so. 

It was strange - the sight of his cock. It did something to her. She had to! 
admit it. It excited her! Never had Sybil guessed his penis was so big. 
There it was. All hanging down between his powerful and very hairy thighs. 
What a sight! It was outtasight! It looked huge! 

She sat on the bed. How could any girl take something that huge, so round, 
so fat and so long into that tiny hole between her legs? She lifted her 
skirt and opened her thighs. She still hadn't put on her panties, and as she 
examined her cunt, she smiled to herself. Well, maybe her's was just smaller 
than most girls. 

Sybil lay back on her bed. She felt a new, a weird sort of tingle in her 
lower belly. Then quickly, she shoved the thoughts from her mind. But she 
couldn't deny the persistence of the strange, lovely and exciting sensation. 

Not much later, Jeff was dressed and downstairs in- the roomy, old-fashioned 
farmhouse kitchen. He decided to skip breakfast. He'd rather stop, get 
something on the road when he got hungry. 

But not Sybil. She ate heartily and it wasn't until she'd mopped up the egg 
yolk with bread that she was ready to go. 

The throaty roar of the giant Honda beckoned from the yard outside. Sybil 
gave her parents a warm hug. As usual, her mother cried. She always cried 
when someone went away, even for a day. Sybil was gentle but anxious to go. 

She climbed onto the leather pad behind her brother. The knapsack was 
secured tightly on her back. Her trim legs, protected by blue jeans, hugged 
against his; her feet braced on the foot rests under the chromed exhausts. 
She gave one last wave as Jeff steered the bike onto the highway. 

Down the lonely road there was still a blanket of glistening dew on the 
acres of cropland stretching on both sides of the asphalt ribbon. They 
roared their way south, headed for the main highway intersection. 

Mile after mile slipped by pleasantly. The sleek asphalt was no challenge to 
the monstrous Honda. In the high, shimmering blue sky a hot sun rose to burn 
off the dampness. In the hazy distance, Sybil thought she could make out the 
first towering haze of the New York skyline although she knew the city was 
still miles distant. But somehow, with the excitement growing in her mind 
and the strange, throbbing sensations from being so close to her handsome 
brother, it seemed that Manhattan was just over the next ridge. 

Jeff could feel the thrills too. They were the same as those that had lured 
millions of seekers over the hills, the mountains into the magic atmosphere 
of New York City. For everyone there was his own special pot of gold at the 
end of the most magnificent rainbow on earth - dreams coming true at long 
last! 

He was also as conscious of his sister's warm body hugging his. He grew 
anxious. He grew impatient, but he drove, head down, his heart pumping like 
a jackhammer as the cool winds slapped his face. He couldn't remember being 
happier, more filled with joyous anticipation. 

He kept humming under his breath: New York, we are coming. New York City, 
here we come! 

Chapter 2 

As Jeffrey Leland and his stunning red-haired sister, riding the mammoth 
motorcycle as if it were a mythical stallion, raced along in the cooling 
shade of the peaceful, towering mountains, other bike riders on similar 
machines, all members of a bike cult known as the Scorpions, raced along the 
winding, sharply twisting back roads of another district. This was more than 
three hundred miles south. 

There were eight of them. 

Four were men. Each had long, shaggy, unkempt hair. Their ratty clothing 
matched. Their boots were covered with grease, their fingernails black with 
filth. All needed shaves. They were a threatening crew! 

These sinister looking men were accompanied by four young girls. Each had a 
different shape and size. They hugged behind the men driving the powerful 
bikes. They hunched their bodies into the wild winds as the motorcycles 
sped, twisted, turned, leaned, and swept around sharp curves, tires 
screaming, their great engines roaring as they thundered past traffic 
seeming to creep in the same direction back to New York. 

Cold, appraising stares met them all the way. Small town residents on the 
highway through which the four bikes shot through, residents of small 
farming communities on the way, sighting the riders, sighed and shook their 
heads. Small boys stared in wonder and awe. 

This single-file line became a double column when finally the highway 
straightened, when the freeway of the main thoroughfare came into view. 

The cycle pilots slowed down for the dangerously banked curves under the 
six-lane highway before swinging wildly out into the wide asphalt. The men 
cranked every ounce of reserve power from their whining, screaming, roaring 
machines as they barrelled for the winding approach that led into the city. 

To many observers the motorbikes resembled a squirming Chinese Dragon. They 
wound in and out of speeding traffic, placing the lives and property of 
hundreds of others in jeopardy, ignoring the near, split-second collisions, 
the hairline close shaves, the girls screaming with laughter at the startled 
faces of the passengers and drivers of the other vehicles. 

With the girls clutching their mates tightly around their waists, their long 
hair blowing wildly in the wind, their backs tight against the chromed 
backrests, the couples whizzed along the long span of the great bridge. They 
couldn't help shivering as they sped through the white, thick fog patches, a 
wet fog that hovered over the highway like a blanket shrouding the dead. 

Then the bikes roared off into the city, spinning onto the first downgrade 
exit to avoid the tiresome procession of creeping traffic headed for the 
business section of New York. 

In second gear now, the bikes whining and squealing like cats in some 
forgotten back hard, they sped along Riverside Drive. They turned illegally 
onto a cross street almost causing a chain-reaction pile-up of the cars 
obeying the law, these drivers stomping on their brake pedals to the floor 
and some of the passengers almost leaping from the rear seats into the 
front, the drivers straining against their seat belts. 

Half an hour later, the bike pilots brought their roaring vehicles to a stop 
in front of a simple-looking, almost dilapidated apartment building. The 
powerful engines whined, then snorted to a stop. 

The four girls climbed carefully from the rear perches. They stretched their 
long legs high over the hot exhaust pipes to avoid painful burns. Then the 
four bikers killed their engines altogether. They rolled backwards until 
their rear wheels braced against the gutter. They dropped their kickstands 
and stepped clear. 

"So, what's eatin' you, baby? Did you stretch it all out of shape?" teased 
one of the guys. He was a tall, lanky man, in his late twenties, wearing a 
faded,. ripped, patched blue-denim work jacket. It was an antique. Across 
the back it was decorated with the name of the bikers' club: Scorpions. The 
words "New York City" were visible under this. On the shoulder of the jacket 
were two other patches. Both were worn and unreadable. 

He teased the girl again. "That ride gotcha all hot and horny, huh?" 

The girl he- spoke to was a strikingly good-looking brunette. She was the 
best looking of all four. She ignored her tormentor and busied herself 
stroking her thighs, her fingers pressuring up and down the inside of them, 
sometimes caressing, sometimes not. It had been a long drive on the rear of 
the speeding bike. 

Like Jeffrey Leland and his sister, Sybil, Andrea Douglas was also a long 
way from home. But New York City was her home now. Andrea had taken that 
giant step from the Green Mountains to Manhattan. She had yet to return. She 
had no reason to. The tiny farm on which she was raised was now almost a dim 
memory. Her dreary past had no place in her wildly exciting future! She was 
finished with growing up. She'd arrived! 

She cupped her full, ripe breasts casually, turning to the man who had 
taunted her. 

"Trigger," she said softly, knowing the effect her sultry voice had on the 
man, "Trigger, honey, why don't you and Julius, you both go down to the 
liquor store, huh? You get us all some more beer, okay, Trigger?" She ran 
her hands down her body suggestively. "If everyone's comin' over later, we 
just ain't gonna have enough, baby." 

"Sure," answered Trigger. "That's okay with me, hon, but what the shit I 
gonna do about bread. I ain't got none on me." 

Andrea shrugged. More often than not, Trigger disgusted her. "Damn if," she 
cried, "you never have any bread! Shit! I ain't your old lady. Shit, you 
know that, Trig. And I'm not making any plans to keep you for the rest of 
your life, either." 

Trigger laughed. He showed the wide gaps in his uneven smile. "Hey, listen. 
Don't you go handin' me that load of shit, sweetheart. Just as long as 
you're gettin' a good shot of hot cock, you're happy. Ain't that so?" He dug 
his grimy hands deep into his jacket pockets. He grinned sardonically. "And 
listen again, baby, I ain't got no plans of runnin' out of cock where you're 
concerned either. Maybe bread. But never cock." He roared with laughter. 

Her disgust visible in Andrea's dark, often brooding eyes, she dug into her 
jeans pocket. She found the wadded up five dollar bill she'd been saving. 

_ "All right, you dumb motherfucker," she spat. "Here, take it. Go get the 
fuckin' beer!" She thumbed her nose at him. Then spitting, an unlady-like 
gesture" for the well-bred Andrea Douglas, she turned. She didn't look at 
Trigger as he disappeared down the street, his heavy boots echoing in the 
silence. 

Andrea looked up at the windows of the apartment she shared with Rhoda 
Wiggins. At the mailbox she paused for a moment. She thought about Rhoda. 
Then her thoughts turned again to Trigger. She could imagine him rapping 
with Julius. This was the big swarthy man who followed the immensely 
powerful Trigger like a dog. The two were inseparable. Incredible was the 
word -for their bizarre relationship. Nobody in the Scorpions could really 
understand it. 

In her hand Andrea carried Julius's shirt. He had ripped it off his muscular 
body. Now it was rolled up in a ball. She had picked it up from the sidewalk 
where the olive-skinned man had thrown it. It stank. As Andrea climbed the 
stairs, she held it away from her. It was soaked with dirty sweat, muddied - 
from road grime, and it had no buttons. 

At the top of the stairs Andra stopped. She listened. Then she grinned to 
herself. She was pleased that she'd managed to get in the last barbed words 
with Trigger. It was an occasion when she did. Whenever they played at 
fighting between themselves he usually won, but not this time! Again Andrea 
grinned. She was getting the better of him ... though slowly. 

Inside the cramped apartment, Rhoda Wiggins was stretched out on the sofa 
against the wall. Her long arms, her bare legs were hanging limply. The 
tight, almost transparent blouse she wore failed to conceal her enormous 
breasts. Like twin mountain peaks, they pointed out from her chest: Her 
deep-brown nipples were prominently visible. They were erect, taut. She'd 
been playing with them, squeezing them, pulling and twisting them as she 
daydreamed. 

She glanced up lazily when she heard Andrea turning her key in the lock. 
Quickly she pulled her skirt down. She wondered if Andrea had seen her bare 
cunt. So what if she had! 

"Hey," yelled Andrea, "Rhoda, get your lazy fat ass off that bed and make us 
something to eat, okay? I see you've been at it again, huh?" Andrea said, 
indicating her hard, erect nipples threatening to poke through the thin 
material of the clinging blouse. 

"Come on," Andrea repeated. "It's your turn. I made chow the last time. 
Let's go. We're all hungry!" 

Rhoda turned on her side. She mumbled something Andrea didn't hear. Then she 
sat up and stretched, her heavy breasts thrusting out provocatively. 

"Okay ... okay," the blonde-haired Rhoda muttered. "What you want to eat, 
and who the hell's `everybody', huh?" 

Andrea answered her. She said Trigger and Julius had gone for beer. The 
other two guys, Joey and Vic, were still down in the street working on their 
precious bikes, cleaning off the crap from miles on the road. Invariably 
they took better care of their cycles than they did of their own bodies. 

The other three girls who had gone on the long motorcycling weekend with the 
Scorpions, Beryl, Vivian and the teenager April, who screwed as if there was 
no tomorrow, went off to the corner drug store to buy some lotions for their 
sore asses and cunts. The weekend had been one bastard of a bumpy, 
flesh-bruising, tissue-irritating ride! 

"So, all's I got, I mean, us, is hot dogs." 

"No sweat. They'll eat hot dogs and love it," said Andrea from the bathroom. 
She was sitting on the toilet when the other three girls arrived. 

Beryl was a stocky blonde with clear baby blue eyes. Vivian was a tall, 
slim, almost breastless kid of nineteen, but it was her long dark hair and 
her hungry cunt that attracted the bikers. 

As for April, she was a "living doll" with soft, limpid doll eyes, baby 
hands and feet, but possessing buttocks of such luscious proportions one 
wiggle of them would set cocks aflame like a forest fire. And April's 
passion for putting out the fires in the burning cocks was unequaled. It was 
a gang joke that if petite April advertised, they'd all be rich. 

When Trigger and Julius returned with the six packs of cold beer plus 
several bottles of cheap red wine, the "banquet" began. Everyone was starved 
with the exception of Rhoda. Alone in the apartment the _ entire weekend 
she'd nibbled around the clock with the same voracity she teased and 
tantalized her burning clitoris , and her tender, always responsive nipples. 

When three packages of hot dogs had been consumed, the only member of the 
Scorpions who remained ravenous was the insatiable Julius. The tall,, strong 
dark man, naked to the waist, his swarthy skin glistening in the fading 
light, , was summoning up another appetite; and this was being provoked by 
blonde-haired Rhoda. Unconsciously, or so it seemed, her fingers were idly 
caressing or stroking either her nipples clearly visible through her blouse, 
or one hand would rest between her thighs. Hardly looking, anyone could see 
the nail of her index finger scraping dangerously close to the prominent 
mound -o neatly defined by her tight, clinging hiphuggers. 

Julius decided to share a cushion with her. Soon his hand began to snake 
around her slim waist. It moved along the smooth curve of her belly, then up 
to her exciting, half-exposed breasts. 

His huge hand clamped over the gentle curve of her left breast. His fingers 
squeezed the turgid nipple. He opened her blouse two buttons. All the 
Scorpions were staring. 

When Rhoda noticed this, she brushed Julius away, but her gesture was 
feeble. A small smile began to play around her lips when she realized she 
was the center of attention. Then when the tall olive-skinned man's hand 
disappeared down inside her thin blouse, she lay back and offered no 
resistance at all. 

As for the Scorpions, one and all, Julius's lusting after Rhoda was no 
secret. Since he'd joined up with the motorbike gang months before, he had 
the obvious hots for her, but so far had made no move to attack. 

However, for reasons known only to him, now seemed to be the time. The 
Scorpions needed some new kind of physical excitement. And as Andrea 
recalled, having mentioned this to Trigger and the others, Rhoda had told 
her several times of her sexual fascination for Julius. 

There was a hush in the room, one of expectancy as the sun began sinking and 
darkness began to settle in behind the towers barely visible from the 
window. Lights began to twinkle on in the thousands of apartments in the 
city around them. Someone lit a candle. The Scorpions made themselves 
comfortable. Julius would put on a good show. There was no doubt of that! 

It was young April who gasped aloud when Julius unbuttoned Rhoda's blouse 
completely. And when her lusciously voluptuous breasts were totally exposed, 
April's hands immediately cupped her own gorgeous breasts. Every eye in the 
room was now riveted on Julius's dark fingers as they stroked and caressed 
Rhoda's heavy mounds. When Rhoda began kissing Julius's naked shoulder, 
Andrea found herself moving closer to Trigger. Vic and Joey put their arms 
around Beryl and Vivian. Vivian opened her shirt to expose her tiny, 
half-formed breasts. 

But it was Rhoda who was excited the most! She loved every second of it, 
especially the avid attention, the sound of heavy breathing in the quiet 
room. She was soaking wet between her legs and her breasts were throbbing 
from Julius's marauding fingers. 

Rhoda helped Julius remove her blouse. She tossed it to one side on the 
floor. She reached for a couple of enormous pillows. They sat on them. Now 
she was naked from the waist up and her breasts were dazzling. 

As the minutes ticked by the room was growing darker. Someone lit a 
cigarette. The tall candles burning softly in the corner were now casting a 
soft, warm orange glow. It was a very romantic setting. 

Rhoda looked at Julius. She sensed the growing animal desire welling up in 
his strong, muscular dark body. Then she looked at the others watching her 
and the aroused man. She could measure their eagerness, their obvious 
physical excitement. 

Without wasting another moment, Rhoda stood up directly over Julius. She 
unzipped her tightly stretched jeans. There was a dead stillness in the room 
as she pulled the tight pants down over her long, supple thighs. Down over 
her knees, then she kicked them aside with a tiny giggle. Now Rhoda wore 
only her tiny, bikini panties. These were satin white and transparent. They 
scarcely covered her lush mound of curly black pubic hair. 

Grinning and smiling broadly at the reactions she received, Rhoda sat back 
down. She lifted and pointed her long bare legs toward the ceiling. Slowly, 
seductively, the blonde-haired girl eased her clinging bikini panties 
sensuously down over- the soft swell of her plump buttocks. Finally, down 
her long legs ... slowly, teasing, tantalizing ... like a stripper she'd 
once seen. 

Trigger watched from across the room. His eyes were wide, his tongue hanging 
out, -his breathing hard. 

When the warm, moist lips of Rhoda's. young pink cuntal slit came into view 
as her panties slipped down over her firm, milky white thighs, Trigger's 
eyes stared hungrily at an almost imperceptible bead of milky liquid, like a 
misty dew drop, clinging on the tender lips of her ripe pussy. In the 
flickering candlelight the dew drop of pussy juice resembled a jewel. 

A half-dozen gasps erupted at the same time. This happened the moment Rhoda 
spread apart her creamy white thighs. She looked down slowly, and then 
glanced up into Julius's eyes, then across the room at her excited audience. 
She licked her lips sensuously, opening her mouth and poking the air 
suggestively with her tongue. 

Then she opened her long legs even wider, offering her sparsely 
blonde-haired treasure to the eyes of everyone, but especially to Julius. 

Rhoda rocked back on the giant pillow Her hands inched down over the smooth 
flatness of her belly to the soft, hair-fringed ridges of her pussy lips 
nestling between her open thighs. Her fingers spread the warm, fleshy folds 
so all could see the mysterious depths of her always passionate pussy. 

It seemed to take forever for all of this to sink into the swarthy man's 
brain. But when the whole idea finally struck, he leaped to his feet. He 
grinned at the faces of his fellow Scorpions, giving the impression that the 
idea of this wildly exciting tableau was all his own. He was acting as if a 
thousand volts of electricity had slammed into his backside. 

With his left hand he ripped open his pants and yanked them down to the 
floor. 

He wore nothing under his grimy, greasy pants, and now he was totally naked, 
his half-hard cock jutting out from the jet-black hair of his loins. He 
stood like some exotic giant over Rhoda's soft, white body, his enormous 
olive-skinned muscles rippling and gleaming. 

Rhoda's appreciative eyes immediately focused on his jutting cock. God, it 
was big all right! But then it didn't seem any larger than some other men's 
cocks she had seen and touched before. 

Julius grinned widely. He gripped his rapidly hardening cock between his 
strong, dark fingers. His hand cupped around the stiffening shaft like the 
handle of an axe. He could guess what Rhoda was thinking. It was written in 
big, legible letters right across her smiling face. 

And this was what he wanted her to think. There was a chuckle of genuine 
amusement from both Vivian and Beryl. They knew what was coming. But did 
Rhoda? 

And then, when Rhoda's self-assured smugness suddenly vanished to be 
replaced with just a tinge of fear at the sight of the already half-hard 
cock beginning to grow into an enormous weapon, her mouth opened wide in 
utter amazement. Julius's cock was lengthening into the size of a toy 
baseball bat. 

"Oh my God!" Rhoda exclaimed. "It's incredible!" 

She sat up, clutching her breasts. How much bigger was it going to grow? She 
became slightly nervous. The first squirmings of uneasiness, of fear, of 
apprehension began to tingle in her naked belly. She had never felt this 
sensation with any man. Neither had she ever seen so great, so huge a cock; 
and the fact that it was dark emphasized its enormity. 

She shivered. Never! Oh, never! She couldn't take a thing that size inside 
of her. He would rip her in half. She would bleed like a stuck pig! 

When Julius dropped to his knees between her .white thighs, Rhoda began to 
slowly, unconsciously hunch away from the frightening hugeness of his 
monstrous cock. But the burly olive-skinned man was far too close now to be 
turned away or spurned in any fashion. The gang sensed that nothing short of 
death by a stroke of lightning could stop Julius from fucking this 
delectable girl lying so wantonly naked at his feet. 

This was an act he'd dreamed of for months. And now the blonde-haired girl 
was nearly his. Nobody would hold him back. Nobody could hold him back. And 
he knew no one would interrupt. He was putting on too good a show. The rest 
of the gang, especially April, now half-undressed, and Vivian, totally 
naked, were on the edges of their chairs and pillows eagerly watching every 
lewdly forbidden second of this fascinating scene unfolding before their 
feasting eyes. 

Julius was , staring at the tempting, inviting ,lips of Rhoda's tight young 
slit, partly open as if beckoning him into her, tenderly moist depths; into 
the tight clasping warmth of her fleshy tunnel. But an even more tempting 
idea flashed across Julius's brain, something even more wickedly forbidden 
than just ramming his thickly throbbing cock into this lovely young girl's 
belly. 

Quickly, before the realization of what he was doing could frighten Rhoda 
away, he climbed over her outstretched body. He pinned her between his knees 
as he knelt over her form, his pulsing thick cock jutting out like the boom 
of a sailing sloop from the bushy clump in the middle of his pelvis. His 
cock loomed menacingly only a few inches over her face. His painfully 
swollen testicles swept low between his strong, dark thighs. They nearly 
brushed the pert erect tips of her outthrust breasts, naked and now gleaming 
with beads of sweat. He crouched over her, looking down into her eyes. 

It didn't require a written notice -Rhoda immediately knew what this big 
hairy man expected of her! And for the first time in her long, varied sex 
life, she was truly frightened, really afraid. She was shivering 
uncontrollably. 

Julius's enormous cock looked even thicker from where the girl lay, 
helplessly gazing up from between his powerful legs at the huge shaft 
growing out from his muscular loins. His heavy balls looked like two swollen 
baseballs to her terrified eyes. 

"Oh, no ... please, Julius! Please! Oh, no!" she whimpered as he lowered his 
thick, fleshy cock toward her lips with his right hand, his fingers curled 
around the immense shaft. He slowly pulled back the protective sheath of 
flesh. He exposed, for the first time, the huge, bulbous head of his cock as 
it slipped out wetly from its thick shroud. 

Julius brushed his cock lightly over Rhoda's quivering lips. The young girl, 
trembling, her ravishing nakedness coming more and more alive, her audience 
squirming and anticipating ... clenched her eyes shut tightly to close off 
the sight of this awful degradation she had no power to resist. 

In her ears, Rhoda could hear the other girls moaning. Especially April. 
Glancing over at the young blonde, Rhoda saw her skirt high up around her 
waist, her panties down to her knees, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted 
as she stared at the scene on the pillows. 

Rhoda had no choice but to cooperate. She knew this. It was important. 
Refusing or reneging would bring a penalty worse than anything Julius could 
have in mind. 

Her refusal would mean one thing, one thing only! Expulsion from the gang, 
from the Scorpions. And she knew it. The gang knew it. To Rhoda Wiggins, the 
club meant her only life, her only friends, her only fun! 

Shutting off her mind to the awfulness of what she would have to do, the 
blonde-haired girl nearly choked as the massively throbbing cock slithered 
between her sensual lips. The bulbous tip of the thickly swollen penis 
brushed over her tongue until the spongy cock-head rammed against the back 
of her throat. The huge shaft filled her mouth completely, her lips 
stretched as wide as they would go. 

Now with quick, rhythmic jerking movements of his powerful loins, the 
muscular cycle pilot rocked his enormous organ in and out of Rhoda's 
tautly-ovaled lips. She was drooling, slurping. 

With the pent-up flood suddenly bursting in his sperm-filled testicles, 
Julius took only seconds to explode, his throbbing penis erupting into a 
violent orgasm! 

In a torrent of seething warmth, the swarthy man emptied his burning load of 
hot semen deep into the helpless girl's hungrily swallowing throat. Spurt 
after spurt of warm slimy sperm dribbled down her gulping throat. 

Rhoda sucked furiously. She liked the taste of his spewing fluid. It had the 
same lemony aroma and texture she was familiar with from having sucked 
dozens of shooting cocks. She sucked thirstily, gulping, never gagging, 
swallowing and sucking, sipping, licking, kissing and taking every precious 
drop that oozed into her mouth following the spasmodic jets of fresh creamy 
sperm. 

Now Julius yanked his rubbery cock-head from the girl's clasping lips. He 
squirmed back until he was again between her open thighs. Then, without 
hesitating, he shoved his gigantic cock up into her moist, yielding slit. He 
balanced. He thrust. He drove his cock in tightly until it sank with a loud 
squishy noise deep up inside her wet sucking cunt. 

Julius gasped aloud when he felt his mammoth cock burrow deep up into her 
eagerly clasping tunnel. His cock grew hard again, harder than before. He 
could feel the soft, warm corrugated walls of her vagina ripple as his 
weapon penetrated deeper and deeper. Rhoda was moaning softly, whimpering, 
crying out little words as Julius sawed in and out of her, pistoning into 
the naked young girl with quickening, ever strengthening thrusts ... 

"Ohhooooo, yessss. Yes! Yes, Julius! Oh, God, baby! Fuck me ... ohooo fuck 
me ... Fuck me with your big of cock! Oh, God, fuck me!" 

Chapter 3 

The first glimpse of New York's towering sky-scrapers was breathtaking! They 
caught Jeffrey Leland and his sister, Sybil, totally by surprise! 

Speeding along the highway, Sybil had been fumbling with the straps of her 
backpack, moving them off her aching shoulders to ease the cutting pain that 
had lasted three hours since their last, stop. 

She had just found a more comfortable position, the straps pushed as far 
back on the pad as she dared. As the powerful, roaring Honda swung out 
Riverside Drive, both Sybil and Jeff were slanted as the giant Honda banked 
evenly to make its speeding assault on the curves ahead. 

"Jeff ... oh Jeff!" Sybil cried, shouting into his left ear. "Loop Jeff, 
we've made it! We're here! There's the Empire State Building!" 

Jeff said something in reply but Sybil couldn't hear it because of the 
deafening din of the motorcycle engine and the roaring of the wind in their 
reddened ears. 

The salty air whipping over the road was fantastically exhilarating. It made 
all those agonizing hours perched on the cycle worthwhile. 

Sybil could see across the glassy, becalmed river to the clear outline of a 
vessel sailing up the Hudson. To her right, she could see the craggy 
silhouette of the Jersey shore. 

On the New York side, they got their first real glimpse of New York 
townhouses. They could see the elegant mansions of the very rich high above 
overlooking the mighty river. 

"Oh, Jeffrey, it's so beautiful. Even more beautiful than I remembered. I 
feel like a million dollars," she sighed in his ear, hugging his waist 
tightly in appreciation of his nearness. 

Now the Honda was moving smoothly down a street bordered with hotels. Jeff 
remembered it. He swung the big machine into the first hotel that looked 
halfway decent. There was a neon vacancy sign. He shut off the bike's 
engine. He felt his sister's hands leave his waist as she eased off her 
perch. He looked at her, grinning as she stretched her legs long cramped in 
one position. 

Behind the hotel desk Jeff could see the clerk staring at him and his pretty 
sister as they stood straightening out their rumpled clothing. The unshaven 
man turned to a woman reading at a tiny desk to his left. He said something 
inaudible through the glass. Jeff wasn't at all surprised at the man's 
hostile gaze. Hotel owners were notorious for being anything but hospitable 
to motorcyclists. 

The short, carelessly dressed clerk was checking some papers with 
exaggerated motions when the couple entered: To Jeff it seemed part of a 
routine (I am busy, see). The clerk waited until the second Jeff approached 
the chest-high counter. 

"Yes? Hello. What can I do for you?" His tone was one with no enthusiasm 
whatever. 

"We'd like a couple of rooms." 

"A couple?" The man's eyebrows raised. 

"Yes, please. Two. One for me. One for my sister here, okay?" 

The clerk didn't respond. He pushed out two registration cards. "Sign here. 
Both of you." 

"How much is it?" Jeff wanted to know. 

"Like on the card outside. Nine bucks per night for a single. That's in 
advance." There was a small smile that revealed dirty, unbrushed, rotting 
teeth. 

Jeff filled out his card. Sybil did the same. Then Jeff placed a twenty 
dollar bill on the stained glass counter. This will have to be a short stay, 
he told himself. He couldn't afford too many nights at this price. 

The clerk was all business. 

"Here you are, sir. Rooms 412 and 413. They connect." 

When he said this he kicked the woman's ankle sitting near him. She looked 
up. She smirked. Who do they think they're kidding, she said half-aloud. But 
if the jerky kids wanted to waste money getting two rooms when one would do, 
that was their problem. 

Sybil took the keys and went out ahead of her brother. Jeff rolled the Honda 
down the street to a spot in front of the hotel. He locked it up and chained 
the front wheel. 

Together they reentered and climbed to room 412. Sybil glanced at her 
handsome brother. She felt a quick tinge in the pit of her stomach, but she 
ignored it. Then she felt a strange throbbing in her groin but this lasted 
only a split second. 

"Here, honey," said Jeff, "you unpack I've got to make a telephone call." 

Sybil looked up. She felt hurt. She didn't understand. 

"You mean ... you mean, Andrea ... Andrea Douglas?" 

Jeff turned his head quickly. He was surprised! He hadn't expected his 
sister to figure out his plan as quickly as this. Then he remembered. He had 
intended to tell her but somehow, during the long trip, he'd forgotten. But 
he didn't reveal this. 

"How'd you know, Sybby?" 

"Oh, I knew." She smiled. She stretched and was immediately conscious of her 
young ripe breasts pressing suggestively against her tight shirt. 

"One of Andrea's girl friends back home told m e you'd been asking about her 
... and I knew she was down here in the city." Then Sybil clammed up. She 
wondered about the wisdom of confession this. 

"Oh?" 

A painful silence ensured. 

"You see, Jeff," Sybil went on, now sitting on the bed, one knee raised, 
"I'm not messing around in your life, you know that. I hope you're not 
pissed with me?" 

Jeff laughed. "Hell no, Sybby," he said. "Hell no. I was going to tell you. 
But hell, I hope you didn't say anything to Mom and Dad. You know how they 
feel about Andrea... " 

"Like she's a slut, huh?" said Sybil. The crotch of her jeans was stretched 
so tight she knew that if her brother took even half a look, he could see 
the perfect outline of her pussy-lips and the rising mound of her cunt. 

Deep inside, Sybil Leland was wondering why she was displaying herself so 
vulgarly. But she had to admit to the deliciously wicked sensations plowing 
through her young body and also the licentious thoughts that seemed to have 
occupied her* brain the moment she stepped over the threshold into the hotel 
room. 

"Something like that, Sybby," was her brother's reply. 

"No, hell no, Jeff," she said. "For once I kept my mouth shut. But you 
know,.I always kind of really did like Andrea. I always thought she was 
sexy," she added, stretching again and suddenly not caring that her lovely 
breasts were pressing so recklessly in the direction of her older brother's 
eyes. Sybil could feel her nipples hardening, her breasts swelling with a 
new kind of excitement. 

"To tell you the truth, Jeff, I don't have anything against her." Sybil 
wanted to add something else - that Andrea's ripe, swollen breasts made her 
fingers itchy, but she held her tongue. 

"Okay, so good enough," said her brother. "Now how's about you unpacking for 
us? I'll be with you in a couple minutes." 

Jeff closed the connecting door of the two rooms behind him. Inside her room 
Sybil listened to see if he'd lock it and then have to use the hallway if 
there needed to be any kind of communication between them: But Jeff hadn't. 
A soft glow began to flame inside her. She moistened her lips as she began 
to empty the backpack. 

On his own bed, Jeff searched in the old directory he found under the 
bedside table. Andrea Douglas's was not listed. Jeff dialed Information. 

The sarcastic telephone girl gave young Leland the impression he'd 
interrupted her in the middel of a bowel movement. 

While he waited after dialing, he felt sweat beginning to form in his 
armpits. His muscles tightened. He couldn't remember being so nervous. 

What if a guy answered? Maybe Andrea got married? Could be! He slowed down. 
No. Marriage was out of the question. The listing was in her own name, 
Andrea Douglas. But she could be living with a man, maybe two of them. This 
was being done ... and especially in New York. He meditated as he listened 
to the instrument ringing on the other end. Andrea could handle two 
strapping men with ease. 

After long, tedious moments the telephone did not answer. Jeff sighed. He 
shrugged. So what the hell! She was in bed, fucking these two guys and 
didn't have 'enough energy to get up or even reach over to answer the damned 
phone. Fuck her! 

Jeff flopped down on the bed: He couldn't chase the thoughts of Andrea away: 
Especially - the erotic ones. He recalled her luscious breasts, her tiny 
nipples. He -remembered her loins pressed against his as they kissed 
passionately. He felt his cock throbbing, coming alive under his body. 

He leaped up. He dialed the number again. Again there was no answer. This 
time he let it ring until he grew tired of hearing it. He hung up. 

Back on the bed he tried to relax his strained muscles. The trip from. 
Vermont to New York had been more exhausting than he'd anticipated. He could 
still feel the pressure of his-sister's hands on his belly, on his thighs, 
on his shoulders. He could still feel the pressure of her swollen breasts on 
his back, Sybil's warm breath against his neck above the collar of his 
jacket, against his ears when she'd bury her face to protect it from the 
fierce winds. 

Jeff rolled over on his back. He stared up at the ceiling. Then for the 
third time he jumped off the bed to dial Andrea's number. When it failed to 
respond this time, after more than a dozen rings, he gave up completely. He 
was going to resign himself to one of several facts: Andrea was married with 
five kids; she had ten lovers; she was dead - or she was under the influence 
of something greather than death! 

He got off the -bed. He had a problem. The only reason he'd chucked the farm 
back in Vermont was to be with Andrea. What should he do? He hadn't the 
slightest idea. But he did make one final decision. 

Later, much later, he would try once more to reach Andrea by telephone. This 
could fail as it had done several times. His final, last, ultimate attempt 
would be to wheel the Honda over to the address... to see what he could 
see... , 

Well, he said to himself as he'd said many a time back in the Navy, the 
decision had been made. Now to act upon it. 

He stripped. He showered the filth of the road off his strong, young body. 
He shaved. He clipped his finger and toe-nails. He slipped into a fresh pair 
of shorts his sister had laid out on the foot of his bed when he'd called 
Andrea the first time in vain. 

Then without thinking, without knocking, he opened the door connecting his 
room with Sybil's. The surprise that greeted him shook Jeffrey Leland to his 
very--foots. 

His sister was stark naked. She had apparently just come out of the. stall 
shower. The towel she'd used to dry her body was tossed at the foot of the 
double bed. Sybil lay, her naked legs apart, her arms thrown over her flamey 
red head of hair, her lovely bare breasts heaving. 

Jeff felt an instantaneous throbbing in his genitals! The resemblance 
between his young sister's naked body and that of Andrea Douglas's was 
astonishing. As quickly, as quietly as he could, he started to back out of 
the room, when suddenly his young sister leaped up. 

"JEFFREY LELAND!" 

"I'm sorry, Sybby." 

"How dare you!?" 

"I said I'm sorry. I mean it." He started to close the door. 

"Jeffrey!" 

He stood. The door was half-open, half-closed. He could see just that 
portion of her naked body from the navel down to her tiny feet. Again, he 
felt the intense throbbing in his loins. 

"I said I'm sorry, Sybil." He seldom called her that. "I should have 
knocked, huh?" 

"Yes." There was a long moment of silence. 

"What did you want, Jeff?" 

"A fresh pair of jeans. They're in the pack. Morn ironed them for me. 
There's a shirt, too. Some socks." 

Sybil Leland raised up .on her right elbow. Her lovely breasts were quite 
visible. To Jeffrey, his sister never looked more naked, never more 
appetizing, more delectable. 

"Jeff, now you be a good boy. You go right back where you came from and 
don't come peeping on me again like that. After all, Jeffy, I am your 
sister. " 

Jeff knew better than to argue. He nodded his head. He closed the door 
gently. He suddenly felt stupid. He .couldn't understand the strong 
sensations filtering through him. 

But one thing was very clear. The sharp, persistent images that had flashed 
through his brain had made secret whispers to the lower regions of his 
young, healthy body. 

To quiet the less than subtle urgings, whether they were directed toward 
Andrea Douglas or toward his sister, he wasn't sure - he ducked into the 
cold shower, shorts and all. 

When he came out, dripping, he took off the shorts. He was just about to 
reach for the towel he'd used to dry himself off the first time when the 
door between the connecting rooms suddenly opened. 

Jeff could have dropped dead! 

Sybil shrieked! 

"Holy God!" Jeff exclaimed. He darted back into the shower stall. "Christ, 
why the hell didn't you knock?!" 

Sybil burst into wild laughter. But underneath she felt a seething passion 
that made her head reel. This was the second time she'd seen her handsome 
brother totally naked! She felt weak. Tears began to flood her eyes. 

"You're really a bashful boy, huh?" she teased. 

"No worse than you, Sybby." 

Later, after he'd dressed, Jeff made up his mind to forget the entire 
incident. You could expect any kind of behavior from silly young girls. 
Everyone was a born exhibitionist, but even acknowledging this, he couldn't 
figure out why she'd been lying on the bed, legs parted, totally naked. This 
really puzzled him. 

From his room he called out and suggested that together they go out for a 
quick bike ride around the town. Maybe they'd have time to visit the private 
school in which she'd soon be spending a great deal of her time. 

Sybil was more than happy to join him. In the street Jeff cranked up the 
Honda. Sybil leaped onto her seat behind her brother. 

They drove all the way down to Greenwich Village. But at Times Square they 
had to stop for the passing throngs, mostly summer visitors. All were 
screaming and yelling as if they were visiting an amusement park. 

Jeff stopped, the Honda idling. This was Sybil's first close up look at such 
a large crowd of people. He banked down the Avenue of the Americas and 
followed the heavy traffic down the long avenue. Whenever Jeff would make a 
short stop, Sybil couldn't help crashing her upper body against his strong 
back. Her full, ripe breasts would be squashed and so deliciously! She could 
feel her nipples stiffening. She would brush her breasts casually across his 
back, exaggerating it when the roaring bike would slant or bank as it 
screamed around corners. 

Sybil also enjoyed embracing Jeff's strong, muscular thighs, feeling his 
stomach taut or rippling at different moments. Once her hand accidentally 
fell between his open thighs and she let it remain long, joyous seconds 
before pulling it away. Out of the corner of her eye she saw no notice of 
recognition in her brother's face. She felt like a young child who had just 
stolen a forbidden piece of candy. 

All in all,-and especially after a brief visit to the village, Sybil Leland 
felt like a happy kid at a circus. There was so much to look at, so many 
things to do, places, parks, sinful clubs. She doubted she'd ever be able to 
do everything she wanted to during this short stay in New York City with her 
brother. 

But on the way back to the hotel she consoled herself. What she didn't 
accomplish this trip she'd make a note of; and then when she returned to the 
academy in the early fall to begin her studies, she would make an itinery 
and then go off on a big splurge. 

She hugged her brother tightly. She kissed his neck as he raced the giant 
Honda down a wide boulevard. 

The wind was so strong, so fierce, she had to yell into his year. 

"Jeffy, Jeffy. I love New York. And I love you!" 

Jeff Leland smiled. He'd never seen his kid sister as happy as she was 
today. 

Chapter 4 

Andrea Douglas tossed her glistening black head of hair as she heard the 
doorbell. Quickly she buttoned her skimpy, tight blouse and slipped her 
naked legs into her fancy tailored bell-bottoms. She smiled happily. It just 
had to be Jeffrey Leland at the door. When he telephoned earlier his 
trembling voice said he'd hurry over faster than the wind. He had told her 
about his new Honda and Andrea was anxious to see it. 

Before the bell had rung she'd been reflective. Damn it, she had muttered to 
herself, Jeffrey Leland! Of all people to phone her! And after all these 
years. The call had come right out of the blue! Andrea had nearly dropped 
the instrument when Jeff identified himself. Andrea had to admit she didn't 
recognize his voice. 

And when she heard his name, two things happened: 

First, she thought it was some kind of cruel joke. 

Secondly, when she realized it was Jeff, she felt a distinctive. squirming 
between her legs, a tingling in her large breasts, but most of all, her 
armpits growing suddenly damp. 

Andrea grew more and more excited. She wondered what Jeff would look like 
now. A person changed a great deal in three years; especially when they'd 
been in the armed forces. She guessed he'd probably gained weight, but she 
did know one thing. His posture would be perfect. It had always been. This 
was one of the things that made Jeffrey Leland stand out in a crowd. 

She laughed to herself. She wondered if he'd be wearing his uniform. After 
all he'd just been discharged. 

Then she thought about his new Honda; and this reminded her of the 
Scorpions, and the probable difference between Trigger with his Indian, 
Julius with his Harley-Davidson, Joey and Vic with their mongrel machines. 

She just knew that Jeff wouldn't be like the gang boys. They took a female 
for granted, used her, pushed her around arid in general, abused her until 
she couldn't take it anymore. When this happened they threw her out into the 
garbage. Jeff Leland could never be this type of male. 

She pushed the security buzzer that flipped the lock on the downstairs door. 
Andrea listened to it slam, then the stomp of heavy boots as Jeff climbed up 
the wooden staircase to her door. 

The first sight of him rounding the bend took the breath out of her. Jeff 
had really changed. He was one gorgeous hunk of man now! 

Andrea threw her arms around his neck as he embraced her, hugging her 
lithesome body close to his, lifting her off her bare feet and crushing her 
body. 

"Jeff, of Jeff! How are you?" 

Jeff Leland was all smiles. "Great, great, Andrea, just great!" 

"I'm doing fine, Jeff," she said, kissing his lips. "I love it here in New 
York. It's for me, just for me... all of it. I could never go back to 
Vermont. Never. Not to live ... anyway. Maybe a vacation." She grinned. She 
held his hand tightly, pressing his fingers. "This is the only city on earth 
for me, Jeffrey." 

Once they were in the apartment Andrea shared with Rhoda Wiggins, Jeff began 
to relax a bit. Admittedly he was tense at his first sight of his old flame. 
She didn't look all that different, at least physically; but you could never 
tell about a female and her psychic changes. These were never visible until 
moments after you'd been with her. But her body had changed. It was 
positively stunning now! 

Andrea and Jeff were seated on a couch. They held hands as they made small 
talk about his past. It was now he told Andrea about his sister, Sybil, 
riding down with him on the Honda. 

'"Oh, no! You mean little Sybby? She must be all grown up now, huh? But," 
she grinned, scratching the inside of his palm with her index finger, a 
signal that her cunt was catching fire, "I'll never forget that kid sister 
of yours. Remember how she was always snooping around, trying to catch me 
with my panties down and you with your dick sticking out. Oh, I do remember 
that so well," Andrea laughed. 

Jeff joined in laughing. "Yep, she's the one all right, Sybby. But now, 
Andrea, she's all of eighteen and she's quite a looker if I do say so 
myself." Jeff made a motion to describe the curves of her luscious breasts 
and her hips and buttocks. Andrea giggled. 

"I can hardly believe that," she said. "Her all grown up like you say makes 
me feel old, Jeffrey." Then she changed the subject. "You planning to stay 
down here for a while?" She winked at him coyly. "I mean, here with me?" 

"Well," Jeff stuttered, "would it ... would it be okay, Andrea? Would I be 
imposing? Maybe you've got a boyfriend ... or something?" This possibility 
still worried Jeff. He felt anxious. He had to know. 

"Don't worry," she smiled. She jumped up. "How about something to drink to 
celebrate your being here, Jeff? Wanna beer, maybe something stronger, huh?" 
She stood in front of him. She was conscious of his eyes caressing her full 
breasts, lingering on her narrow waist then traveling down, ever so slowly 
to take in her naked legs and pretty feet. 

"Some friends were over yesterday and for a change they didn't drink 
everything in sight," she laughed. 

"A beer'd be great." 

The cold beer hit the spot. He could feel both his body and brain relaxing 
after several sips. When he finished it as she watched him drain the glass, 
she ran to get him another. Jeff felt like his old self again. 

And for some odd reason, he felt. very, very comfortable with Andrea. The 
apartment was cozy and in order. It seemed to Jeff as he sat there that he 
and Andrea had been parted only weeks instead of years. 

This impressed him. He had never thought his reconciliation with her would 
go as easy as it was going. He could tell how glad she really was to see him 
too. 

He found himself, as they chatted, taking quick glimpses of her beautiful 
body. Even though she was wearing a blouse at least one size too large for 
her, the delicious mounds smoldering underneath were quite visible. Jeff 
could see how firm and swollen her breasts were every time she would shift 
the position of her body. 

He remembered these luscious breasts very well. They went with those 
wonderful, sexy, romantic nights they had shared over three years before 
down at the lake. 

This secluded spot had been their favorite. Nobody else ever came there to 
disturb or interrupt their love-making. The isolated lake was all theirs. 

Jeff recalled the first time they'd climbed into the back seat of his 
father's Ford. How he'd had to lie about his experiences with gals to build 
up his courage. And then he cringed in embarrassment when he recalled one of 
those first nights when he'd had his fly open, his cock sticking out and the 
split second her tiny fingers touched it, it exploded all over her naked 
thighs and his pants. He still felt like an idiot recalling this. 

Now they were sitting closer together on the couch. They rambled on and on 
about old school friends. Who got engaged to whom? Who ran off to be 
married? What happened to this guy, that guy?, They talked about the Navy, 
then about Jeff's sister, Sybil, and their parents whom Andrea well knew 
didn't approve of her for one minute. They: spoke very' little of Andrea 
herself. 

Jeff was very -conscious of this. At first he thought he was imagining it, 
but it wasn't true. Was he unknowingly monopolizing the conversation with 
his service stories? No. Andrea just seemed to have nothing to say about her 
last three years. 

She did talk about New York, about how she'd met her roommate, then about 
Rhoda Wiggins, stories of parties they'd gone to ... but nothing especially 
about the men in her life. Just nothing personal at all. 

This bothered Jeff. It began to nag at him, and he didn't like the 
uncomfortable feelings. Finally he spoke up. 

"Andrea, how's about telling me something you've been doing, huh? You've 
certainly not been a prisoner here in this apartment for three whole years. 
You must have some ... friends, boyfriends, huh?" 

His words sounded more serious than he intended. He tried to soften the 
meaning (his implied jealousy). "Hell, I thought you'd be married by now ... 
maybe with a couple of kids running all over." His laugh was weak when she 
didn't reply. 

Then she looked at him sharply. "Jeff, I know what you're thinking. I 
believe I do. 

But you could be all wrong, too. No. I'm not married. No, I've had no kids 
legal or otherwise. And no abortions either." 

She paused thoughtfully. "I'm not really holding out anything on you, 
Jeffrey. Sure, I've got some friends. Good ones, too; the only thought is 
that maybe you won't approve of them. None of them went to the service. And 
they might seem a little strange to you otherwise." She paused again. 
"They're not at all like the kids we knew back home, Jeff." 

Jeff was puzzled. He didn't understand. He said so. He pointed out that 
during three years in the navy he'd met more than one crazy gang. 

"No, Jeff," Andrea went on, "these guys you never see in any navy." 

"Who are they ... . hippies, bums?" 

"No," said Andrea laughing. "But like I told you, Jeff, don't worry about 
them. You'll meet -them soon enough. In fact, I've got an idea." 

"What... ?" 

"Maybe you can go riding with all of us tomorrow?" 

Jeff sighed. "Sorry, I can't. Tomorrow, Andrea, I've promised my kid sister 
that I'd drive her over to the academy she's going to attend in the fall. 
Driving around, having lunch with her, all that crap is going to probably 
take all damned day." He hesitated. "Riding? What do you mean? Motorcycles?" 

"That's right, bikes," Andrea answered. ."All of these guys you'll meet have 
bikes. Nice ones. It's sort of a club, you know. Gals and guys." 

Jeff was beginning to understand. And he wasn't quite sure he liked the 
picture forming in his head. He'd read a great deal about motorcycle gangs, 
especially those in big cities. He was reminded of the infamous Hell's 
Angels and other trouble,-making wild gangs tearing through the night at 
racing speeds, destroying property, beating up innocent motorists, stealing. 

He hoped Andrea's friends weren't this type. 

He asked her for another beer. As she went to the kitchen she wondered 
seriously what his reaction would be to Trigger, to Vic, Joey and especially 
to the huge swarthy-skinned, Julius. She knew he wouldn't like the gals. 
They just weren't Jeff's type. 

When Andrea returned, she sat closer than before. She put down the fresh 
glass of beer and embraced him. Their lips met. They kissed. At first 
lightly, then as the pressure began to build, more sensually and . more 
passionately. 

Jeff was understanding clearly. He took her into his arms. He could feel her 
thigh just slightly touching his. The nearness of her felt like fire. And 
suddenly he was desperate to grab her with both arms and throw her back on 
the couch. God, he was thinking, how good it would be to strip Andrea, to 
dip his cock into her hot little box again. How many thousands of times in 
the last three years had images of her hot box swam before his eyes? 

Andrea was beginning to purr. "Oh, Jeff, darling, it's been a long, long 
time, hasn't it?" She slipped her fingers between the buttons of his shirt. 
Teasingly she brushed the wiry hairs on his manly chest. Then down below his 
belt, her creeping fingers traveled through the bushy hair at the base of 
his stiffening cock. Jeff held her tight, hugging. He was sure that if her 
fingers went a micro-inch closer, he'd spurt off into her hand. 

Andrea was getting really horny. "I see you missed me; darling," she moaned 
into his ear, kissing it, biting and nibbling on his ear and then pecking at 
his nose. 

Her fingers were now roaming all around, but just missing touching his hot 
shaft. Then they did! The first touch felt like a million electric shocks. 
His cock leaped up through her grasping fingers. She squeezed it hard and it 
was this gesture that restrained it from exploding. 

Without another word, Andrea pulled Jeff's zipper down past his hairy 
pelvis. She yanked it all the way down when it stubbornly refused to slide. 
Jeff's breath froze in his lungs as her fingers made contact with the 
hardened shaft. He dared not move -a single muscle, or else he'd blast off. 

Andrea's eyes were soft and loving. "C'mon, lover. Let's take all our 
clothes off, huh? I'm getting hot for your cock, honey boy." 

Jeff had never heard Andrea Douglas speak this way. He studied her silently. 
She had changed, and very much. This was a different Andrea. A whole new 
person with a whole new way of talking. He glanced toward the door. 

The black-haired girl noticed his anxiety. "Oh, darling, don't you worry. My 
roommate, her name's Rhoda, remember, well she won't be back today until 
three or four. Nobody's going to bother us. The Scorpions are all busy too. 
So relax, we'll be alone and do what we want. Besides, if the buzzer rings, 
we'll just pretend we don't hear it, okay?" 

Jeffrey Leland nodded. He reached behind her back. He placed his hands on 
the warm curve of her firm buttocks. They were every bit as well remembered 
as her faint perfume. 

Andrea's body was incredibly warm against his. It seemed as if she was 
burning up. He could feel her trembling, shivering as they embraced tightly 
and she began to squirm deliciously at the touch of his exploring fingers. 

When her fingers curled around his throbbing cock, their lips met. They 
kissed deeply, passionately, his tongue slipping through her velvet lips to 
meet hers. Her lips gave in like a soft cushion. Her tongue darted in and 
out of his mouth, taunting him, the tip teasing and tantalizing his mouth, 
lips and tongue. 

Andrea began to crawl over him. She crushed the full length of her supple 
body against his. She was squirming furiously against him before suddenly 
pulling away only to pull him closer, kissing, hugging and writhing as she 
rubbed her melon-like breasts against his chest. 

Then Andrea stood up. She undressed quickly. She tossed her oversized blouse 
and the fancy bell bottoms aside casually. Jeff was all eyes! He couldn't 
stifle the gasp of pleased surprise that suddenly overwhelmed him. Her naked 
loveliness was dazzling. And the fact that when she'd stripped, Jeff saw she 
wore no panties, made his excitement increase twofold. 

God, how Andrea had changed! Her curvaceous body had really filled out. Her 
breasts were as firm as he remembered but more swollen, heavier and most 
delectable. They were exceptionally high on her chest. Her pale pink nipples 
were deliciously erect and inviting. They were hard and throbbing. He could 
see how proud of them she was. 

As the black-haired girl moved and swayed seductively, her glorious breasts 
rocked gently from side to side. They rubbed against each other and this 
excited the watching youth. The firm muscles in her thighs rippled slightly. 
The bones of her hips just showed through. They resembled two perfectly 
placed handles at each side of the sparse growth of pussy hair below her 
tiny navel. 

Jeff thought about the warm, beckoning crevice concealed there between her 
ivory-smooth thighs; and how fantastically wonderful it was going to feel to 
slip his stiffened cock up into those hot, musky depths. 

Jumping up, he stripped off his clothes. He went to Andrea. The room was 
pleasantly warm, but the electric touch of their two stark naked bodies was 
like a blast of hot air, knocking the breath out of both. Jeff closed his 
eyes. So did Andrea. 

Both had the identical thought: This is fantastic. It's so fantastic it just 
can't be real ... 

Andrea was literally shivering with passion. She ran her smooth fingers 
searchingly down over Jeff's naked body. Her fingers explored all the 
muscular hollows. She probed. She caressed. She fondled and reacquainted 
herself with every inch of his sinewy body, a body she had almost forgotten 
in the three years it had been taken away from her. 

When Jeff's maddeningly erect cock began to snap up between her warm, silky 
thighs, Andrea let it rest there gently for moments before she moved and 
squirmed her deliciously naked body to permit the exploring weapon to next 
lightly against her hairy pussy-lips and then to probe softly, trying to 
seek entrance into the juicy furrow, wanting to bury itself up to the hilt 
in the quiveringly hot hole where Jeff's cock was no stranger. 

Both were now breathing heavily. Jeff was running his hands along the curves 
of her spine. He could easily feel every bone in her vertebrae. His fingers 
traced up and down and Andrea wiggled her buttocks and squirmed in his 
strong arms as she kept her face buried in the warmth of his shoulder, her 
tongue licking, her lips nipping and her fingers squeezing all over his 
nakedness. 

Jeff cupped her luscious buttocks with both hands. He massaged them. He 
squeezed them. He- pried them open and then wiggled them, sometimes running 
his finger down into the darkly mysterious crack between her ass-cheeks. 
Andrea giggled at the intimacy of this new touch, and she ground and gyrated 
her hips against his rock-hard cock, pressing tightly against her lower 
belly. 

"Oh, darling, ooooooh, Jeffrey," Andrea moaned, "you're still a marvelous 
lover. And you're so clean and so strong, and you wanna know something, 
darling, you're even better looking than I remember." She kissed him hotly! 

The lust-driven dark-haired girl's sharp fingernails dug into Jeff's bare 
shoulders. Her teeth bit his neck. He gripped the cheeky mounds of her 
lovely rear end, squeezing them, hugging her and pressing her body up to 
his, and both could feel the immense throbbing of his powerful cock as it 
was -compressed between their clinging bodies. 

"Oh God! Oh God in Heaven, Jeff, I've ... I've got to have some cock. Oh, 
God, I can't bear it. I'm on fire. My slit's burning hot for your cock, 
honey. Oh, Jeff ... please ... please!" 

Scissored tightly together, they fell as one to the couch. Andrea was 
smothered under his strong, heavy body. Her eager fingers slipped along his 
belly and, gripping his throbbing penis, she aimed it at her welcoming cunt. 
She was moaning, crying out in anguish, her eyes clenched shut, her hips 
grinding hungrily. 

Jeff ploughed his turgid cock up into her moistly heated tunnel with one 
mighty thrust! The pool of juices inside her pussy-hole coated his 
cock-shaft as it plunged in up to the hilt, Jeff's heavy testicles slapping 
noisily against her buttocks, her legs rising up in the air as Jeff began to 
fuck the lovely, squirming creature. 

Andrea's velvet soft cunt clutched greedily at Jeff's stabbing cock. He kept 
ramming his lust-hardened cock into her steaming cunt and pulling it out 
with increasing force and speed. Andrea was moaning, grunting, snorting, and 
crying all at once. 

Jeff Leland rode up into her more and more viciously. He knew he was hurting 
her but he also could tell how much she was enjoying the mixture of pleasure 
and pain. Now and then the dark-haired girl would gasp! She would let out a 
muffled roar and then, as if choking for air, she'd begin swearing as he 
thrust up inside her, their loins pressed tightly, his impaling cock and her 
burning cunt lubricated until both were slimy, her pussy oozing rich juices 
as they fucked and fucked, yelling, screaming, and, had anyone been 
observing, giving the impression both were attempting to kill the other. 

At one point Andrea strained back under him. She cried out and arched her 
loins up at him. She lifted both of them off the couch with little effort as 
Jeff kept fucking back, driving his ravaging cock in and out like a man gone 
mad. 

Both were moaning like tortured animals. Andrea was burning up. Both were 
sweating profusely, Andrea's armpits soaking in sweat, her breasts 
glistening and damp from perspiration. 

Jeff was holding onto her hips and her buttocks underneath as he ploughed in 
and out. He ground down on Andrea, pumping his cock with short, vicious 
jabs. Andrea pumped back, hollering, urging him to increase his speed, to 
make the punching of his gouging cock even more fierce. 

As Jeff responded, Andrea, begging, pleading with him to hurt her, bit his 
lips. She was ferociously scratching his back, and Jeff wondered if he was 
bleeding. She would snake her probing tongue deeper into his mouth, sucking 
on his tongue, moaning and whimpering as his fiery cock pummelled her 
voraciously scalding pussy. 

"Oh, darling ... oh, darling," Andrea cried out. "Oh, darling, I love fuck. 
I love fuck," she squealed. "Darling, yes. Yessssss, oh... yesssssss. Oh, 
now. Now, darling. Now! Stick your finger deep up my ass. Do that. Do it 
now!" 

Her words caught Jeff by surprise. In fact her words, her insistence, her 
vital need for this really shocked him. He'd never done anything like that 
before. 

For a brief moment he felt a gnawing sickness in his stomach. He wondered 
which of her wild motorcycle maniacs had taught her this trick. Which of 
them, of those she'd told him about, had been the first to do it? Had this 
guy gone even further than that? 

Jeff chased these negative thoughts away. Rightfully they had no place at 
the moment. He reached under her trembling body. He ran one hand down over 
her sweaty buttocks. Then reaching down and under, he moved his wet fingers 
under her shivering body until the tips of them found her wet, slimy hole. 
Her pussy hairs were soaked with her love juices. The inside of her thighs 
and between her lower buttocks were slippery wet from the rich cream that 
leaked out of her flaming slit. 

"Oh, darling, stick your finger up my ass!" Andrea groaned in passion. 
"Darling, Jeff. Finger-fuck my asshole. Oh, darling . . " 

Jeff found the tightly puckered rim of Andrea's anus between her full 
ass-cheeks. He touched it lightly at first as she squirmed back lasciviously 
at the contact. Then he started to push his extended middle finger in, a 
little at a time. 

The lust-stricken girl was moaning louder. Her face was contorted as she 
kept arching her back, raising her buttocks off the couch, using obscene 
words that rang strangely in her young lover's ears. 

Then, at Andrea's strong urging, Jeff thrust his finger all the way up into 
her rectum. The black-haired girl gave a soulful moan as she screwed her 
buttocks back against his pressuring finger. 

Jeff moved his invading finger round and round inside the velvety channel of 
her soft and steaming anus. It was obscenely fleshy to the touch. He heard 
her scream as she buried her face in his shoulder. She was choking and 
feeling the pain her shivering body needed as he relentlessly fucked her 
defenseless rectum with his spiraling finger. 

"Oh, yesssssss, finger-fuck my ass ... oh, God, it's outtasight. It's 
fantastic, Jeff. Don't stop. It's outtasight!" 

Now Andrea was grunting and squirming back down on his stabbing finger. Jeff 
couldn't have ever imagined his girl to be so lewd, so vulgar, so wanton and 
obscene as he fucked his rock-hard cock up into her cunt and fingered her 
hot anus at the same time. As he fucked he was able to feel his own middle 
finger through the thin membrane separating her cunt from her tight rectum. 

Jeffrey's loins were wound tightly like a coiled spring. His strong penis 
felt as big as a tree limb. It seemed to be growing and growing. Andrea's 
anguished pain and ecstatic joy was excruciating as the maddening pace 
increased. 

The writhing girl was sobbing. She was holding him tightly between her firm 
white thighs. She had them clamped around his hips. She would loosen them 
momentarily then clamp them back, squeezing him like a python. 

Jeff was swimming in bliss as he fucked. He could hear Andrea swearing, 
moaning and whispering his name as her fingernails scratched cruelly and 
then gently. Her feverish anus and cunt were enduring a punishment he had 
never believed possible. It was fantastic! Her screams, her howls of pain, - 
her twisting body, her contorted features, her thrusting body and her 
ripping fingernails - God, was all Jeff could think as he continued to fuck 
her rippling body as he'd never fucked before. 

Then Andrea murmured something. At first he didn't hear. She was crying, 
sobbing. Her eyes were flickering open and then closing, Andrea clamping her 
eyes shut as her fingers raked across Jeff's sweaty back and buttocks. 

"Oh, God; darling. I'm cumming ... oh, God, it's... oh no! My asshole, 
yessssssss. I'm cumming! Oh Shit!" 

Following several more explosive bursts of gutter obscenity, repeating the 
magic phrases over and over again, Andrea pulled back her thighs. She 
presented her lover with a stretched and widely spread crevice of pink, 
hungry cunt-lips. 

Her long, naked legs scrambled up and over his shoulders.. She ground her 
crotch up against his loins with bruising force, her lewdly grinding 
buttocks arched high off the couch to meet the deep, penetrating thrust of 
his jackhammering cock. 

Andrea's eyes were wide open. They were glazed as if she were drugged. Her 
lips were parted. Her tongue kept licking the air, and she was shivering. 
Then she gave a sudden animal scream, fucking back on the lust-swollen prick 
on which she was impaled, lifting Jeff bodily off the couch. Andrea's body 
was now drenched in hot sweat as she worked feverishly to achieve her 
hungered-for orgasm. 

"Oh, shit, yesss! Goddamn it! Shit. Oh, God! Yesssss, oh, darling! Oh, I'm 
cumming ... . I'm cumming! I can't ... I can't stand it! Oh, now. Yessssss. 
Yes!" 

Andrea was quivering, shaking like a leaf in a torrential storm. The breath 
exploded from her lungs. She collapsed under him, falling back against the 
couch as his full weight settled down on top of her. She abruptly lay limp. 
Then she began to quiver and tremble again, her full, ripe breasts heaving 
as she struggled to refill her lungs with air. 

Jeff was suddenly a little concerned. Andrea seemed to be really suffering, 
as if maybe he'd somehow injured her cunt and rectum. But after a few 
moments of lying peacefully, allowing him to continue pounding his throbbing 
cock up into her still searingly agonized pussy, she began to revive, her 
eyelids fluttering. 

"Oh, God in heaven!" she sighed. 

Andrea looked up at Jeff with an unmistakably purring expression. Her 
features resembled a satisfied animal. She closed her eyes and smiled, 
clutching him tightly against her heaving body as he burrowed deeper and 
deeper into her fiery hot cunt. 

"Oh, honey. Oh, Jeff! That was just out of sight! It was too much, really. 
You're something else again," she said. "You're one helluva fucker, 
darling," she whispered. 

Andrea let out another tiny scream when Jeff snapped his loins like a whip, 
ramming his rigidly bloated cock up to the very hilt inside her juicy cunt. 
She fucked back as he slammed his cock in tightly between her still 
trembling cunt-lips. 

"Jeff, sweetie : . . oh, darling," she murmured, "please don't shoot off 
into me, okay? I've stopped taking the pill, you know. I haven't used any 
foam or anything. You don't mind ....?" 

"No," was Jeff's reply. But he was betraying his need. Her words 
disappointed him. The seething mass of hot sperm was aching inside his 
swollen balls. He was on the verge of shooting off his load into her cunt at 
any second. 

Andrea hugged him. She sensed his frustration. "Oh, I know what, baby. You 
roll over. Turn over. I've got a good idea, baby. Something that'll fix you 
right up!" 

Jeff hesitantly rolled over on his back; reluctantly pulling his throbbing 
cock out of her warmly clasping cunt, and he squirmed in between her naked 
body and the back of the couch. As his turgid cock slipped out of her 
sopping wet pussy with an audible plop, both laughed. 

Now his penis was pointing yearningly straight up toward the ceiling, 
archingly rigid and ready for anything she had in mind. He wasn't sure what 
this was going to be but he figured if she wanted to do it from the top, it 
was okay with him. . 

Andrea leaned over him. Tenderly she stroked his stiff cock. First with one 
hand then with both hands, all ten fingers, pumping it gently, then roughly, 
allowing its wet, glistening length to slide and slip between her gripping 
fingers. 

Without warning, the dark-haired girl bent her head, bringing her lips down 
to his throbbing cock. Warmly she fastened her sweet lips around the 
throbbing, blood-filled head. 

When what she had in mind finally sank into Jeff's consciousness, it was 
like a shock of electricity. He felt his whole body beginning to churn with 
a brand new excitement. He was eager with a new anticipation! 

Andrea held his cock in one hand. She leaned over his hairy loins, her long 
black hair brushing over his skin. Ever so slowly, she began to suck on his 
erect cock, swirling her tongie, licking, chewing hungrily; working up an 
exciting rhythm. Up and down went her tongue, up and down went her open 
.mouth with his tingling cock inside as her hand gripped the base and her 
fingers tantalized and teased. 

Jeff's groin tensed at the sight of the action. Looking at what Andrea was 
doing was maddening. She began to suck a little harder. Sometimes she'd give 
him a small, teasing nibble, or she'd scrape the thick fleshy shaft with her 
teeth. Jeff's cock was white where her teeth grazed it and blood-purple on 
the bulbous tip. 

Andrea released her grip on his cock. She now placed both hands under his 
buttocks. She lifted his loins up as she rammed her ovaled, lipstick-rimmed 
lips down again on his penis. 

The youth's lust-swollen cock disappeared completely down her throat, and he 
wondered why it wasn't choking her. But it seemed she knew exactly what she 
was doing. If he'd really thought about it and admitted he wanted to, he 
would have been anxious again to learn where she had found out about 
finger-fucking in her anus, and now this, taking a cock the size of his, 
fully erect, completely down her throat until, her -lips were clinging to 
the hairy base all drenched with her cunt juices. 

The exquisite pleasure Jeff was enjoying chased any negative thoughts away. 
His brain was whirling as she continued to suck him ravenously. 

Andrea's rough tongue, with its coarse swiping lick was making the spongy 
head of his penis vibrate and quiver as if it had a life of its own. He 
stiffened his hips, crossed his legs, and he clamped his thighs tightly 
together as if to hold back the flood of scalding hot sperm threatening to 
erupt out of his aching balls. Jeff could actually feel the movement 
stirring in his undulating testicles. 

Straining all his muscles, he watched Andrea's contorted face, her twitching 
features, as she worked furiously on his cock. Her lips would be stretched 
out incredibly wide, clinging to his long rod, sucking it hungrily. Then he 
pushed his groin right up at her face, arching his body from his waist down 
to his toes. Andrea's voraciously nibbling lips continued to gulp and slurp 
over every thobbing inch of his enormously distended cock. 

By now Jeff's throat and mouth were bone dry. He didn't. know how much 
longer he could hold out. He thought of his painfully hardened cock 
exploding in Andrea's sucking mouth, emptying down her throat in a seething 
flood, and he persistently tried to hold it back. But he knew it was nearly 
out of control now. Any second it would all be over! 

Strained noises made their way up from his lungs. He rammed his hips as high 
as they would go. He crammed and punched every inch of his vibrating cock 
down her throat ... but Andrea showed no signs of stopping or even wanting 
to halt the exquisite pleasure she was giving to him and his beloved cock. 

He knew he had only a few seconds more. It had to be now ... now... now! He 
was cumming... 

Jeff's hips writhed uncontrollably. His vision seemed to be blurring as the 
delicious agony grew more and more intense. His eyes fluttered open and 
closed. He had a sudden fantasy vision of Andrea's lovely young lips tightly 
ovaled around his swollen cock, sucking furiously, his churning body 
straining to hold back the inevitable. 

A loud gasp broke from his throat! . "Aaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!" 

Jeff moaned and moaned over and over again. He was snorting like a bull gone 
mad after a cow. He was close to bawling. His full balls emptied their 
precious fluid in a stinging jet of white, sticky sperm racing along the 
swollen length of his quivering shaft at a great, unstemable pace. 

Andrea continued sucking greedily as every spurt emptied down her throat. 
She was licking madly, her head bobbing, her heavy breasts bouncing, and she 
was sweating profusely. Jeff's hands gripped her head as he pumped, jabbed 
and thrust his exploding cock in Andrea's vacuum-sucking mouth. 

Even after the young man had shot his full load down her throat, his cock 
now deflating in her mouth, Andrea continued to suck and nibble on it. She 
had her eyes closed as she sucked and licked every drop of his delicious 
sperm. When Jeff finally gave a .heaving sigh and flopped over on his side, 
completely exhausted and spent only then did she raise her head to look at 
him. She licked her lips. 

"God, honey, I could drink from your cock all day!" 

For a long time Andrea lay with her head flat against his belly. She would 
lash out with her tongue every now and then, taking his limp penis into her 
mouth, nursing on it. And, lowering her head, she swallowed his balls into 
her warm, wet mouth. Then she rubbed her tender nipples along his skin, and, 
raising up, she rubbed the head of his cock over her sensitive breasts. 

At last, she climbed up and fell on top of him. Their lips met, and their 
mouths locked together. They kissed and kissed, both tongues swirling. Jeff 
could taste the strange tanginess of his own semen still flavoring her 
tongue and lips. 

Finally, Andrea got up slowly.. She was a bit weak, and she staggered, her 
naked body still trembling from the wild excitement. She giggled as he 
looked up at her, and she cupped her breasts, sighing, "God, honey. You're 
marvelous!" 

Jeff watched his girl dress as he stretched luxuriously. 

"You know something, honey ... Andrea," he said quietly. "This is it ... for 
me, I mean. I've had it back up in Vermont. Just had it! It's New York for 
me from now on, baby. From now on. I mean it!" 

Andrea ran on bare feet to get her lover a cold beer. In the kitchen she 
wondered if now was the time to go into more detail about her friends, the 
Scorpions? 

Should she tell Jeff about her relationship with Trigger? About the 
swarthy-skinned Julius? The sexy girls? 

Opening -the bottle of beer, she decided now was not the time. Not at all! 
There would be time later. 

From the doorway, she studied Jeff's muscular form lying stretched out on 
the couch. His right hand was idly stroking his flaccid cock back into 
erection. As she stared. she slipped one hand up under the skirt she'd put 
on. Two fingers wandered between the slippery lips of her pussy. 

God! She- was getting hot and horny all over again. What a night they were 
going to have! She could hardly wait for him to get stiff again ... - 

Chapter 5 

Alone in the motel room, deliciously naked under a lightweight sheet, 
drifting in and out of erotic dreams in which a boy very similar to her 
brother played a devilish role, red-haired Sybil Leland had finally fallen 
asleep waiting for Jeff to return from his "it'll be only an hour or so" 
reunion with Andrea Douglas. 

And now it was eight-thirty in the morning! When Sybil awakened, she felt 
terribly lonely. She didn't know where she was for a moment, and then she 
jumped out of bed, running on bare feet to the door connecting her brother's 
room with her own. She flung it open. The room was empty, the bed still made 
up! 

The young girl shrugged, and returned to her own room. She started to get 
dressed. Damn him! Damn Jeff. Staying out all night and not bothering to 
call her. Damn it, the hotel had a telephone. Why was he so inconsiderate? 

Well, she could guess. Naturally, he hadn't seen Andrea in three long years. 
So, of course, they met, and they kissed and then probably they ripped each 
other's clothes off and piled into bed. 

Well, Sybil reflected, she guessed she could understand. She would probably 
have done the same. She studied her naked legs in the full-length mirror 
behind the hotel-room door. Not wearing any panties she could see the neat 
definition of her pubic hair, even the folded lips of her almost virginal 
pussy. She loved the pink flesh. She parted the lips gently with her fingers 
and then, in deep thought, staring into her reflection in the long mirror, 
she began to stimulate her budding clitoris. It took only moments before her 
breathing began to come hard and she could feel a pressure building up in 
her youthful body. 

Then, interrupting her fantasy, she suddenly heard the roar of a motorcycle, 
and it couldn't be any other but her brother's Honda. By now she knew almost 
every sound the big machine made. 

Sybil jumped into her jeans, and then ran to the door and threw it open. 
Jeff was climbing the stairs. 

"Hi there!" Sybil cried. "Good to see you, finally." 

"I'm sorry, Sis. I was too lazy to get up and come home to you. You're not 
too pissed, are you?" 

"I was a little," Sybil admitted. But to tell the truth, her keen 
disappointment was based not so much on his failure to return as it was in 
her having raised her hopes to a pinnacle of anticipated joy. She had 
planned for them to spend the evening together and the bottle of wine she'd 
bought for them to share (and hopefully get a bit tipsy) was to act as a 
catalyst. Drinking wine, she knew, always made her handsome brother loose 
and sexy. It also made Sybil sexy. 

"Won't happen again, Sis," said Jeff. "What have you been doing, huh?" 

"Sleepin'. And now I'm starvin' to death." 

Jeff took his sister to a neighborhood restaurant where they enjoyed a 
sumptuous breakfast complete with hot cakes, sausages and eggs with good 
coffee. 

During the meal they chatted. Jeff told her a bit about Andrea, the gang 
that called themselves the Scorpions and some gossip about back home Sybil 
wasn't aware of. 

"That's all you did, Jeff?" Sybil giggled, averting her eyes. 

"Well, just about," he said. "We had . a couple of beers, but lots of 
yakkin' and rappin'." 

" ... nothing else?" she teased. She could see his face flushing. If 
anything, the blood racing up because of his obvious embarrassment made him 
appear even more handsome. His beautiful eyes were gleaming. 

"None of your business, Miss Snooper!" 

"Oh, c'mon, tell me. I'm old enough." 

"Nope." 

Jeff changed the subject with some difficulty and finally they were 
discussing the upcoming events of the day. 

The decision was made for the two of them to visit the academy and, then, 
after a look-see around the town, they'd find a nice place for a picnic 
lunch in the woods on Long Island. Probably, Jeff suggested, they would be 
lucky and find a pleasant spot overlooking the ocean. 

"Maybe we'll be even more lucky and find a spot where no one else has ever 
been, huh? Whatta you think, Jeff?" 

* * * 

Summerfield, Long island, the home of The Coast Academy for Young Women, was 
surprisingly crowded. The traffic in the small town was almost as busy as in 
New York. Jeff grew frustrated with the slow moving procession of cars and 
trucks. To his astonishment, the town was noisy. Earlier he'd visualized a 
calm, quiet, unruffled community. 

Summer session was in full swing and it seemed to both Jeff and Sybil that 
the private academy probably had as many students as any larger college in 
the state. They knew that nearby, in Cramfield, was a boy's academy and this 
would account for the many couples they saw walking hand in hand, sitting on 
the campus or eating in the small college type restaurants. 

Yes, students were everywhere: long-hairs, short-hairs and pretty girls with 
micro-minis and motorcycles, now and then a uniform. Sybil was wondering how 
she'd fit in with a group like this. There were many hippie types and she 
had no experience living and studying with people of this sort. 

Together Jeff and Sybil explored the campus. There were many buildings, some 
old, some new. Pleasant parks were everywhere. The layout was indeed a 
wholesome setting. 

When Sybil had seen enough it was she who decided they should go shopping 
for their picnic. Jeff agreed. On the Honda, they visited several stores and 
finally had the backpack loaded with goodies. 

At a gas station they chatted amiably with an attendant. For a picnic he 
recommended a nearby park. He said it was just opened to the public and 
consisted mostly of undeveloped areas, but there were several soft drink 
stands along the road where beer could also be bought. He said the view was 
outstanding. 

Back aboard the bike, Sybil hugged her brother. "This is like one of my 
dreams coming true," she shouted into his ear as the bike headed for the 
indicated park. 

After half a dozen wrong turns, they finally found their way up the twisting 
road that fed into the park. There were signs all along the road, rest 
rooms, and soda stands with arrows pointing in different directions at 
different crossroads. 

When they finally arrived at one cut off that said, "Ocean View", Jeff 
parked the bike in the deep woods. On foot, Jeff lugging the heavy backpack, 
they soon found a place to camp that was so isolated and with so perfect a 
view, it looked artificial. In the distance they could see the New York 
skyline. A ship sailing toward the distant horizon resembled a toy. 

In one spot the sun was burning hot; in another, in 4 patch of tall trees, 
it was deliciously warm. Sybil selected this site and, obeying the rules 
printed boldly on signs along the road, Jeff built a small fire in a sandy 
area. Sybil unpacked and then they both relaxed on the blanket Jeff 
unstrapped from the rear of his motorcycle. Sybil got the wine and put the 
bottle between them. Both were using a nice flat stone for a pillow, their 
heads close together, the sea breezes washing over the faces looking up into 
the heavens above. It was so quiet, calm and as peaceful as only true nature 
can.be. 

After sipping from the wine, both fell into their own silent mood. Sybil had 
unbuttoned several buttons on her blouse, spreading it open, and now she 
could feel the sun burning down on her half-exposed breasts. After a few 
moments her brother took off his shirt. He put this on the flat rock under 
his sister's head to make her more comfortable. As he lay back he took a 
deep breath. Whether or not Sybil was conscious of it, nearly all of her 
lovely breasts were visible. He said nothing to her. 

In the soft silence to conducive to meditation, Jeff's thoughts flew back to 
the night before with Andrea. 

She had seen him off this morning but with a promise that he return in the 
evening. He had laughed and said that if he had the strength to ride the 
bike back to the hotel, and if he could finally get some sleep and some rest 
from the violent exercise he'd had to endure all night long, he just might 
be able to make it. Andrea had laughed with him. 

Jeff sipped from the bottle. Again his eyes roamed over his sister's silky 
breasts. He could easily see the pink, erect nipple on one of them. He had a 
sudden desire to bend his head and brush his lips over it, but he controlled 
himself. After all, he mustn't forget this was his sister Sybil, not Andrea! 

He wondered just what Andrea was doing this very minute. Probably she was 
sleeping. She'd not had a wink all night, twisting and turning, her cunt 
churning, her breasts throbbing, her mouth and lips constantly busy, her 
fingers jerking, caressing, probing and exploring. 

But then maybe she wasn't sleeping. She could be with her blessed Scorpions. 
Jeff couldn't make up his mind what to think about this gang. He still had a 
lot of questions, many things to be cleared up before the renewed 
relationship with Andrea could be thought of as secure. Was he going to be 
able to accept her status with the wild bike riders? How would he get along 
with the girls? The stories he'd heard about the females who travel with the 
Hell's Angel's often turned his stomach. They were invariably a bunch of 
unclean, smelly, ragged whores. He couldn't get it through his head that his 
own Andrea admitted to belonging to a gang like this. It blew his mind! 

As for Sybil Leland, she was also deep in a reverie induced by the hot sun 
blasting down on her body. She felt all squirmy in her lower belly; and she 
knew now how terribly luxurious it was to be happy, to have a pleasant, 
untrammeled present and a future to look forward to. For a long time she had 
yearned to leave home to attend the academy and now that dream was very 
close to coming true. 

Raising up on one elbow she glanced at her brother. His breathing was even. 
Her eyes traveled down his body, and she gasped. The bulge between his 
thighs was actually throbbing, beating. She could tell instantly that his 
cock was hardening. He must be having a dirty, sexy dream was her 
conclusion. 

Turning on her side, now with her back toward her brother, Sybil tried to 
keep her thoughts away from her brother. It just wasn't right to think about 
such things ... especially not about Jeff ... her own brother. 

A short while later, she heard Jeff stir, and then he was awake. She rolled 
over on her back, and their heads touched. He abruptly opened his eyes. 

"Are you okay, Sis?" 

"I'm fine, Jeff. Thank you." 

"C'mon, honey, it's about time we have some chow." Jeff slugged from the now 
half-empty wine bottle. 

An hour later they were back at the hotel. Jeff paid for another night. He 
saw his sister comfortably set up in her room with a book to read and 
something to nibble on before her favorite television show came on. 

Then in his own room, he showered, shaved, and got ready to leave for 
Andrea's apartment. 

When Sybil heard him leaving she called out, "Have a good time, honey!" 

Jeff left hurriedly and Sybil lay for a long time on her back, staring up at 
the ceiling. She begrudged Andrea her brother's company, she realized that, 
but she tried not to let it get her down ... after a while she turned on the 
television set. 

Chapter 6 

When Jeff Leland arrived at Andrea's apartment, he locked up his Honda 
securely. Thinking of what was waiting for him upstairs, his cock was 
already hot and throbbing inside his tight jeans. The rhythm of the powerful 
Honda between his thighs and the image of his nearly naked sister still 
racing through his brain contributed nothing in the way of reducing his 
sexual drive! 

He banged excitedly on the door. He was just about to knock on the door 
again when the door flew open. He gulped. It wasn't Andrea. He fumbled for 
words. The girl standing in the doorway was wearing a housecoat and her 
large breasts and the deep cleavage between them formed a dark valley 
that-set Jeff's brain on fire. She wore a bright smile. Her long hair was 
down to her narrow waist. Gad! What a body 

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jeff blurted out. "I guess I've got the wrong place, huh?" 

The girl smiled. She stepped back from the door. 

"No," she replied. "You're okay. This is the right joint. Come on in. I'm 
Rhoda Wiggins, Andrea's roomie. She had to rush off for something. She asked 
me to wait here for you and to try- to keep you entertained until she 
returned. She's out with the gang. She told me she mentioned the Scorpions 
to you. You are Jeffrey Leland, aren't you?" 

"Yes." Jeff entered. Now he understood. He was relieved. 

"Yeah," said Rhoda, closing the door and carelessly letting the housecoat 
fly open, revealing fleshy white thighs high above the knee. "Andrea told me 
all about you, last night. Everything." 

Jeff blushed. "Everything, huh?" 

Rhoda winked and smiled. "It's all in the family. Don't worry none." She 
looked at him closely. "So c'mon in. Make yourself at home," she grinned 
pleasantly. 

Jeff Leland felt like an idiot for being so easily embarrassed by her dress, 
but the redness remained in his cheeks. 

"She'll be home soon? I mean, Andrea?" "Who knows?" was Rhoda's quick reply. 
"When she's off with Trigger, with the gang, you never know. Probably not." 

"Trigger," said Jeff. "Is that the guy who's the big shot with the 
motorcycle gang" 

"It's not just a motorcycle gang," Rhoda corrected. She sat down across from 
him in a chair. She made no effort to close the flaps of her housecoat. Now 
her legs and her full, voluptuous breasts were almost completely exposed. 
She gave Jeff the impression she either wasn't aware of it, or she just 
didn't give a damn that a perfect stranger could see almost everything she 
owned. 

"The Scorpions, " Rhoda went on, "well, we've got the best bunch of guys and 
gals around. You'd have to look a long time to find a greater bunch." 

"I guess you're one of the Scorpions, too?" 

"Yeah, Andrea and I joined and were initiated the same day. We go all over 
with the gang. It's just the biggest thing in our lives." 

 - "What do you do with these guys? I mean, Rhoda, is it just all fun and 
games or are you serious about one another?" Jeff wanted to know. He was 
concerned about this, about Andrea's part in the gang. 

Rhoda laughed. She crossed her long, naked legs. Jeff could see her sparse 
patch of pussy hair with no trouble. 

She laughed again: "Andrea was right, huh? You still have a bit of the 
smalltown boy in you?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Don't get uptight," the girl admonished. "I wasn't being nasty. I think 
it's cute, the smalltown bit. I'm from one myself." She didn't mention the 
name. He never would have heard of it. 

"So, okay," said Jeff. "You don't know when she's coming back?" He sat down. 
"Did she tell you I should wait?" He felt uneasy. As he sat quietly waiting 
for her to answer he had certain misgivings about being in the presence of 
Andrea's roommate when she was so scantily dressed. But his embarrassment 
was lessening. 

"Andrea didn't say how late, but just that I'm supposed to make you happy 
while we wait together. You want something to drink? We got booze, beer, 
wine. Name it!" 

Rhoda leaned forward. As she did, the folds of the housecoat blossomed open. 
Now her luscious breasts were totally exposed. She had large deep-brown 
nipples. They were hard, erect. 

"I'll take a beer," he said. He had to gulp when Rhoda stood up and her 
housecoat almost fell from her body. 

"No trouble, honey." She vanished into the kitchen, her heavy rounded 
buttocks wiggling suggestively and obviously naked under the clinging 
housecoat. 

Jeff swore under his breath. He wondered just how long he'd be able to stand 
it alone with this sexy creature before his cock would leap out of his 
jeans. He told himself seriously that under no circumstances could he lose 
his self-control. Rhoda was Andrea's roommate and probably she herself 
didn't realize how sexy she was acting. He couldn't try to put the-make on 
her. It'd probably damage or even destroy his relationship with Andrea. He 
pressed his lengthening cock hard against the inside of his thigh and 
changed his thought pattern into another gear as he waited for her to 
return.. 

When Rhoda re-entered the room she had brushed out her long blonde hair. Now 
it cascaded over her shoulders. She'd also put on lipstick; and he could 
smell a musky perfume. She handed him a beer and a clean glass. In her other 
hand she carried a glass with ice and some amber liquid in it. "Whiskey... 
for me," she said. "I .hate beer." 

She sat down on the couch opposite him. But this time she made no effort at 
all to keep the housecoat around her stunning body. She smiled when she 
caught his eyes. They'd been marauding all over her exposed nakedness. 

"You like what you see, honey?" 

Jeff stumbled and choked on his beer. Then he stuttered. "Yes ... yes. Very 
much. You've got a million-dollar shape." 

"Glad you like it, honey. The guys in the gang go zap when I strip for them. 
Wanna see?" 

Without ,waiting for an answer, Rhoda Wiggins slipped out of the housecoat. 
She was stark naked. She spun around, cupping her heavy breasts. She 
caressed her large, fleshy buttocks when her back was turned. She let her 
fingers flutter between her parted thighs. She wet her lips and watched him 
avidly, her eyes prying between his jeans. On one final, whirling spin, her 
captivating breasts swaying and jiggling, bouncing lasciviously on her 
chest, her tongue licking her lips and darting in and out between them, she 
caught just a momentary glimpse of his pounding erection. It looked gigantic 
to Rhoda. She had to have it. She adored hard cocks! 

There was a hush in the room when she stopped and stood with her naked legs 
parted, her hands on her hips, one of the most seductive smiles on her 
moistened lips Jeff had ever seen. 

"You're hot for me, huh, baby?" 

Jeff winced even though he didn't mean to. 

"Your prick's about ready to burst, huh, baby? I love it. I love cocks. Any 
kind. All kinds," she said, licking her lips again, her hands again cupping 
her breasts, tracing imaginary lines down her belly, one finger dipping up 
into her open pussy lips. 

Jeff was wide-eyed. He sill didn't know what to do. "What if Andrea should 
come back ... what would she think?" 

Rhoda looked at him. Then she laughed. "You gotta be fooling," she said. 
"Andrea. Hell! Shit, she'd be standing in the doorway clapping, stripping 
herself for some action, honey. Aw, c'mon, stand up. Lemme have a looksee at 
that beautiful cock. Andrea says it's a real honey of a cock! She said she 
couldn't get enough of it!" 

Jeff had to agree with Rhoda. 

"C'mon," Rhoda urged, swinging her body, gyrating her hips, rotating her 
pelvis, doing gently then more thrustful burlesque bumps and grinds. "Let's 
have some fun, honey. I'm so goddamned horny I'm goin'a blow up m'self," she 
drawled in a Southern accent. 

Jeff didn't move. He was studying her enormous breasts. They drew his eyes 
like magnets, two soft but firm mounds perfectly formed, spheres of warm, 
satiny flesh, twin bulging peaks that stood out so seductively. 

Rhoda was short, not more than five feet. Her small stature made her breasts 
seem much larger and her narrow -waist accented her breasts. He was 
fascinated by her smooth belly, so flat; and down lower, a rich thickness of 
curly blonde pussy hair. Jeff was stuttering again. "Hell, Rhoda, I like 
you, but Andrea ... we ... we can't ... can we?" 

"The hell we can't, baby!" Rhoda shouted. She rushed closer to him. She 
pushed him back onto the couch. -He'd started to rise. This was the same 
couch he'd fucked his lovely Andrea on not twelve hours earlier. Jeff could 
still smell Andrea's sexy perfume, the musky aroma of her pouting cunt ... 
Feebly, he lifted one hand to protest, but he knew Rhoda would have none of 
it. 

He gave up trying to resist her tempting body. He made no vigorous 
objections when her lithe fingers unzipped his pants. She pulled them down 
to his ankles. On her knees she took off his shoes, dragged off his jeans. 

Next came his shirt, then his shorts. As his stiff cock leaped up, she 
caressed it tenderly, her cool fingers gripping his burning cock. 

She bent her head. She wet her lips, then she kissed the swollen tip of his 
cock. A tiny jewel of seminal fluid bubbled at the tip of his cock opening. 
Rhoda licked it with her eyes gleaming up into his. 

The blonde-haired girl sat down on the floor in front of him. Then she 
leaned over and took his cock deep down her throat. She sucked it, pumping 
her head , up and down. Her one hand squeezed his heavy balls. The fingers 
on her other hand scraped over his naked body, up to his hairy chest, around 
to his back, down over his buttocks. 

Then she squatted over his cock after pushing him back on the couch. With a 
grin, her eyes deep in his, she spread open her lush pussy lips. Then she 
guided his pounding tool up into her searingly famished cunt. 

Jeff gulped. Now his throbbing,prick was buried deep up inside the strange 
girl's fiery cunt. Rhoda began fucking up and down, bouncing on his stabbing 
penis. She was snorting and groaning, her eyes wide, her lips parted. The 
entire length of Jeff's weapon was now completely up inside her quivering 
body. Her heavy breasts were bouncing in a rhythm all their own as she 
pumped up and down, her arms out straight as if she were walking a tight 
rope instead of being impaled on a turgid cock that made her churning cunt 
turn to jelly. "Oh God, baby... ohooooo, God! Fuck. Fuck me ... oh, 
yesssssss. Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck!" 

Chapter 7 

Once her brother roared off on his big Honda, Sybil began to grow restless. 
She didn't enjoy the TV show she'd been anticipating. She twirled the dial 
but found nothing diverting enough. She felt unusually restless and couldn't 
do anything about it. 

After dressing she opened the window. The cool air slapped her across the 
face. It invigorated her. 

Damn Jeff, she told herself. Why did he have all the fun? Here she 
literally. had to sit around and wait for him. Some trip this was going to 
be ... for her at least. Jeff had no complaints. For a long moment she 
really envied Andrea Douglas. 

She watched a steady stream of autos passing the hotel. These were loaded 
with people flowing into the city from the outskirts. Other loaded cars were 
passing by on their way to New Jersey and the different entertainments to be 
offered there. 

Then each time a bus would shoot by noisily, she would find herself becoming 
more anxious, more lonely. "Damn Jeff," she said aloud. Right this second he 
was probably stripped, in bed with the lovely sexy Andrea. 

Sybil looked around the hotel room. No. She wouldn't sit and watch TV. If 
Jeff were free to do what he wanted, so was she! She decided to go out by 
herself. 

Now excited at the thought of seeing the big city at night, Sybil pulled on 
her jacket. She wrote her brother a short note. She locked the door behind 
her. 

At the corner, she waited at the bus stop. When the first vehicle stopped, 
she jumped aboard. She didn't give, a damn where it was headed. She sat down 
in the back. There was almost no one on the bus. She pretended it was her 
own private limousine and she was out to see the sights. 

Some while later the driver was in downtown New York. Bright lights, gaudy 
neon signs flashing, noise and many singles and couples on the wide and 
narrow streets. This was living! 

Sybil guessed it might be time to decide where to get off in the totally 
strange city. She shifted her seat up to behind the young driver. She waited 
to interrupt him, obeying the sign not to speak when the bus was in motion. 

"Hi," she smiled, a very pleasing smile, and Sybil knew how potent it was, 
"I'm just here for a day or so. You got any ideas where there's lots going 
on ... you know, some fun?" She held her breath. She'd never taken the 
initiative like this before with a strange and really handsome young man. 

"Yes, Miss," he replied politely, remembering the company's rules about 
fraternizing with passengers, "Greenwich Village is your place." He nodded 
to the right. He handed her a transfer. "Use this on the bus following me 
after I let you off." On the next bus, she got off where the. driver had 
indicated. She saw that most of the night time crowd had yet to arrive. But 
she was fascinated with the neighborhood bordering on Washington Square. She 
got out. 

The sidewalks were lined with bars and bookstores. At some of the bars, 
there were lurid photographs of the girls working inside which were 
contained in protective glass cages. Each photo was demurely doctored with 
stick-on stars or dots to cover the nipples, but it was obvious that inside 
they offered the real thing. She had a great desire to go in one or the 
other, but she knew she'd be shooed out instantly. Sybil looked even younger 
than her 18 years. 

She took her time sightseeing, peering into shop windows, listening to the 
hawkers selling the topless bars. 

She stopped at an outdoor restaurant. Its many tables were crowded with 
people. She debated having an ice cream and then decided not to. She could 
spend her money on something else ... but what, she had no idea. 

She continued walking. She watched different groups of people, old, young, 
even kids. Pausing again to gape at a photograph of a highly 'touted topless 
dancer, her ear caught a soft, honeyed voice. She turned. 

"How about a Village Voice?" she was asked. Sybil turned to see a girl with 
blonde hair about her own age. She was very pretty but very hippie. She held 
a stack of underground newspapers. She was full of smiles and very friendly. 

"Don't cost much," said the young girl. 

Sybil returned her smile. "Okay, I'll take one." 

The young girl thanked her. Then she started to walk away, her soft, 
melodious voice calling out her wears. 

Sybil reached out her hand. She touched the girl's shoulder., "Just a 
second," she said. "I'd like to ask you something... oh, if you don't mind?" 

The girl listened. Sybil explained she wanted to find a place for young 
people. 

"That's easy," said the pretty girl. "You're looking for a good time, huh? 
Look," she continued, "If you give me a hand selling these papers, I'll take 
you to a party later. It's in the East Village, some good pals of mine. A 
blast in an apartment. It'll be far out!" 

Sybil hesitated. "Oh, well, I'm not so sure. I'm sorta ... sort of ... " 

"Oh, I understand, honey, but you help me out, I'll help you out. There's 
really nothing doing in the city tonight. If there was, I'd sure know about 
it. And, besides," she went on, her eyes roaming Sybil's youthful body 
approvingly, "You'll be glad to break loose, you know, let your hair 
down..." 

Sybil questioned how this stranger could accurately gauge her thinking. This 
was precisely what she was looking for... a place, safe, where she could let 
her hair down, dance, maybe some other things. 

"Okay, sure," Sybil brightened. "I'd be happy to /help you out. Sure thing!" 

The girl was obviously pleased. "Okay, listen. You take these -papers. You 
just stand right here. You yell out what I was yelling, okay? The tourists 
buy them. They're looking for something sexy, erotic, dirty to take back 
home with them." 

"Are they really sexy, the papers?" A sudden thrill shot through Sybil at 
the- girl's words. Across the street photographs of topless dancers seemed 
to come alive. 

"No. Of course not. It's just the idea of underground. All the puritans 
think the underground is a cesspool of sex." She handed her stack to Sybil. 
"Okay, honey, you sell these. I'll be back for you in an hour. I promise." 

"What's your name?" Sybil asked as the strange girl started off. 

"Who me? Oh, I'm sorry, honey. Name's Alison... Alison Webber. They call me 
Ally. What's yours?" 

Sybil told her and then the girl vanished into the ever-growing crowd of 
tourists, hippies, -drunks and others on the sidewalk. 

As Sybil walked up and down selling a paper now and then, she kept telling 
herself not to be afraid. This was one of her problems. She had to admit it. 
And, it had to ... it was going to be changed. Why shouldn't she trust 
Alison Webber? The girl was clean, her teeth were nice. Her long blonde hair 
was freshly washed. 

She shook the negative thoughts from her head and concentrated on selling 
the newpapaper. In less than an hour Sybil was sold out. She went to a 
bookstore on the corner. From here she could watch for Alison's return at 
the spot the girl had left her. 

When Alison finally showed up, she was bright with smiles at the fact that 
Sybil had sold all her papers. She counted the money Sybil gave her and they 
divided it. "We'll have enough for a big feast of fish 'n chips," she 
smiled. "That's when we get to the East Village." 

Together, hand in hand, they started off. On the way to the street leading 
across town, Alison explained the East Village, the apartments and 
cold-water flats where "all the real people live". Sybil's eyes were wide 
with excitement as she listened. 

"We taking a bus?" Sybil asked. 

"Hell no, baby. We're gonna walk." They started off at a fast pace and were 
off, bound for the East Village and romance and whatever else the wide 
beautiful world had to offer as far as Sybil Leland was concerned. 

At a seafood restaurant on Second Avenue, they stopped. 

They gave their order in the restaurant. 

"Where do you live, Alison?" Sybil wanted to know. 

" Here in the East Village," was the reply. "Where else?" 

Sybil explained about her upcoming year in the girls' academy, and Alison 
wished her good luck. She explained that before the man she'd been living 
with had to beat it out of the country to avoid being drafted to Vietnam, 
that she'd been in school. 

"Your old man. You got married pretty young, huh?" 

Alison laughed at her new friend. 

"Don't be an idiot," she said. "Marry? Only fools do that! Hell no! I just 
lived with him for a few years." 

"I'm sorry," said Sybil. "I'm just a hick kid from the farm. I didn't mean 
to pry." 

Alison Weber laughed again. She caressed Sybil's shoulder. 

"Baby," she said smiling, "if you don't ask, you never learn. C'mon, let's 
get up to the party." 

Chapter 8 

Jeff Leland was quelling the -intense pressure in his loins as best he 
could. But when he heard a loud snort come out of his mouth, he knew and 
felt the burning liquid churning in his balls come racing the length of his 
throbbing cock, spurting straight up into Rhoda's shimmering cunt. 

Rhoda moaned as the fluid shot into her ravenous channel. She collapsed 
forward across Jeff's body. Her huge breasts smashed against his chest. His 
once immensely erect tool was now softening, but it remained in Rhoda's 
smoldering grip. And he could feel the, oozing flow of Rhoda's own hot 
juices mixing with his and trickling over his undulating testicles. 

"Oh, darling, that was swell!" Rhoda murmured in his ear, nibbling on it. "I 
thought you'd never explode. 

Jeff wanted to answer but all he could offer was a gasp for more air. 

Rhoda then crawled off. His limp, rubbery cock slipped from her sheath with 
a loud obscene but luscious sucking noise. She climbed to her feet. Her 
entire naked body was wet with sweat. She reached for her housecoat. Jeff 
stared. He had never really seen anything quite as beautiful, ravishing was 
the word. 

All of a sudden he felt his heart pound! 

A key was turning in the locked front door! Oh, God! It had to be Andrea! 
Jeff wished he could vanish! 

He leaped up, scrambling for his clothes, but he was too late. He thought to 
make a frantic dash but too late again. The room was suddenly bathed in 
light. He was caught dead! He stood quietly, feeling like a prisoner about 
to be shot. 

"Boy oh boy, do you ever look silly," said Andrea. Hands on hips, she stared 
at him. "If I had a camera now and took your picture, I could sell it for a 
fortune," she laughed. 

Jeff was astonished. Andrea had laughed. She wasn't angry. Apparently she 
wasn't even upset. 

"You ... you don't mind, Andrea?" He felt extremely Self-conscious, his 
jeans now up to his knees, his left arm in the right arm hole of the 
shirt.-"You're not mad?" 

"So why? Am I supposed to be mad at something, Jeff? Tell me, what's wrong 
with my roommie having a piece of ass. We share and share alike around this 
house." She laughed gaily, tossing her long black hair. 

Jeff couldn't believe his ears. Back in Vermont, things like this never 
happened. This definitely was not the same girl from back home ... the one 
he'd planned to spend the rest of his life with. God, how Andrea had 
changed. It.was mind boggling! 

He sat down cautiously. Should he pull up his pants or what? He saw Andrea 
through blurred eyes. She was stripping! She slipped off her panties. 

"So how's about me, Jeff, my lover? You save any of that beautiful cock far 
little Andrea?" 

She came toward him and threw her arms tightly around his neck. She pressed 
her warm body close to his. She craned her neck upward to press her lips on 
his. Her sweet tongue slithered wetly into his mouth. -_ - 

"Let's hit the bed, honey, baby," she purred. "We can have ourselves a far 
out party, whatta you say, baby?" 

Jeff looked completely shocked. 

"You mean... ?' 

44 Hell yes! Why not, huh, baby? You and me and Rhoda. She digs threesomes. 
Me too. I, eat it up!" 

Andrea was serious, Jeff realized. He was literally flabbergasted. The three 
of them in one bed? Oh Wow!? She was standing in front of him, swaying, her 
breasts jiggling warmly. He found himself staring hungrily at her nakedly 
exposed cunt. She was slowly grinding her hips, rotating them obscenely 

Taking his hand (it was trembling) Andrea pulled him into the bedroom. Rhoda 
came up from in back. She slapped Jeff's naked buttocks. Then, to his 
dismay, he felt one of her fingers slipping obscenely between his 
ass-cheeks. 

Andrea lay down on the bed on her back. She threw open her milky white 
thighs. Her youthful cunt never looked more delectable, more appetizing. Her 
pink, wet cunt lips were glistening. When Andrea caught Rhoda's eye staring 
at the tiny droplets of juice on the curly hairs, she winked. Rhoda 
understood. Her own cunt was always soaking wet after a scene in the 
Scorpions' pad. 

Reluctantly and willingly at the same time, a vascillating emotion he failed 
to understand, Jeff got on the bed. Andrea reached for him. She pulled him 
down bodily beside her. In an instant, faster than Jeff had imagined 
possible, Andrea's rosy lips closed around his already stiff cock. Jeff 
relaxed. He just let it happen. It was all so strange ... like some kind of 
fantastic dream. . 

Inside Andrea's hot sucking mouth, Jeff's burgeoning cock grew larger, 
fatter and hornier. Andrea was swallowing its entire length, gulping on it 
as she licked and sucked, slurping and coating his penis with her slippery 
saliva. 

He raised his head and looked down. God! It wasn't Andrea! But yes! It was. 
It was also Rhoda! Two sucking mouths on his rigid cock, one taking its full 
stiff length down her throat, then the two of them kissing, then the other 
sucking his cock into her hot mouth. It was simply fantastic. 

It was the most lascivious act he'd ever witnessed. It was evil, and 
forbidden, but it was also heaven on earth all at once! 

Andrea's body changed position suddenly. Through half-lidded eyes, with 
Rhoda furiously sucking his near-bursting cock, he saw Andrea standing over 
his head. Now she was squatting down over his face. her eyes beaming into 
his as he looked up at her lovely breasts so firm and exciting. Gently, 
Andrea lowered her glistening cunt right over Jeff's face. When his tongue 
stabbed up into it, she began grinding and weaving, writhing on his wet face 
as his -tongue penetrated, as her cunt massaged his nose and mouth. 

Jeff sucked her delicious pussy hungrily. His tongue snaked in and out to 
probe her clitoris and her streaming cunt lips. Andrea was moaning and 
grunting as she rocked back and forth, grinding more and more intensely as 
she almost suffocated Jeff with her moistly heated cunt. 

Suddenly Andrea raised up. Her cunt was literally dripping and her smooth 
thighs were soaking wet. Her sparse pussy hairs were matted. 

She slipped down. 

"Fuck my cunt with your cock, baby. Fuck me hard!" 

Andrea lay alongside him. She spread her thighs wide. Jeff mounted her, then 
pushed his throbbing cock up into her aching cunt. It slithered in without 
any trouble. He began to pump his hard shaft up into Andrea's quivering 
pussy. 

Looking down, he saw Rhoda's bobbing head. She was kissing his buttocks, 
fondling his ass-cheeks with one hand. With her other she was fingering 
Andrea's juicy cunt as Jeff's huge cock ploughed lewdly in and out of it. 

Chapter 9 

The cold-water flat in the East Village had been transformed into a -palace. 
The living room was as long as a basketball court, and crowded with people 
of every description. 

"How do you dig. it?" asked a smiling Alison. 

"I really dig it," Sybil Leland answered. She'd never imagined anything like 
it. She couldn't keep from looking around. "God, so many people, huh?" 

Loud music was blasting. Alison had to scream so Sybil could hear her. "This 
isn't where my friends live... if I can find one of them in this mob," she 
laughed. "This isn't their flat. They have a much smaller one. It's up the 
street. Hey, you mingle, okay, and I'll try to find them. They'll turn you 
on!" With this she vanished into the crowd. 

Sybil tried to scream out over the booming music - what about if they lost 
each other - but she gave it up. 

Sybil walked around the huge room. The music was coming from the rear. She 
wanted to take a look. She thought it might be a recording but when she 
found the source, it was a five piece group with electric guitars, snare 
drums and an alto saxophone. 

Most of the boys at the party were long hairs. All the girls seemed to be 
hippies. Back at home in Vermont, you never saw a sight like this. One girl 
was dancing in her brassiere and panties. Another was topless. Two boys were 
dancing and hugging, their arms around each other tightly. Nobody seemed to 
be noticing anybody else. 

Sybil felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned. 

"How you like the music, baby?" 

He was a tall, heavy-set man. You could call him fat. He wore horn-rimmed 
glasses. He had a heavy black beard. His eyes were nice, Sybil thought. She 
didn't like the beard. 

"Oh, fine. I like it fine," she smiled. 

"My name's Ronald Wolfe, but I'm not a wolf," he said lightly. 

"Back home they call me Sybby," the red-haired teenager replied. Then she 
told Ronald her whole name. He repeated it. "I saw you were alone. Maybe 
you'd like my company," he said. "I'm new on the scene. Don't know anyone 
hardly yet." 

Sybil slowed down. What was there to be afraid of? She told him she was from 
out of town also. They chatted. Then Wolfe asked her to join him in a drink. 
Sybil said she was waiting for her friend, Alison, and Ronald said he'd 
recognize her when she came back. He said he'd seen her before. 

Sybil was going to refuse the drink but then she rationalized. She'd come 
for fun. Damn it, she was going to have some! Back in the city she damned 
well knew her brother was getting his share. She found herself trembling and 
didn't understand. 

"Sure ... sure, I'd love a drink. Wine, huh? I don't take anything else 
stronger. I'm still a kid, I guess." 

"Follow me," said Ronald Wolfe. He led the way. "There's another flat set up 
for drinking across the hall," he said. "There's also food. And if you want 
to turn on, smoke, whatever, there's enough of that, too." He turned. "Do 
you smoke, maybe?" His eyes grinned through his horn-rimmed glasses. 

Sybil was confused. Smoke? "What do you mean?" she damned well knew he 
didn't mean smoke cigarettes. His strange grin meant something else. Gosh, 
was she naive! 

Wolfe laughed. He grunted, shrugged. "If you don't know, it won't hurt you, 
baby." He took her hand. "You follow me, honey. I'll lead you to the 
goodies!" 

In the other flat, Wolfe led the young Sybil to a private room at the rear. 
He poured some wine, then made up a fat joint for them to smoke together. 
This was Sybil's first try at marijuana and she coughed, choked, made faces 
and thought she'd die; but after several deep drags she began to drift off 
and relax. 

She lay, her breasts heaving, on a built-in sofa bunk. She could hear the 
music. It didn't seem half as loud and much slower. Lights from across the 
street flickered through the window. 

"Come on, live it up," Ronald urged, almost forcing her to drag deeply again 
on the burning joint. Sybil did and her mind began to reel. 

She wanted to get up and go seek out Alison Webber but although the spirit 
was willing, the flesh was weak. 

"Good grass, huh, Sybil?" the heavy-set man asked. His eyes were burning 
into her breasts. Sybil could feel them prying between her half-open thighs 
as she lay back on the couch. She.felt as if she were in some murky oriental 
opium den. 

She closed her eyes now and then. Once . when she opened them, she gasped! 
Ronald Wolfe was stark naked! His paunchy belly, his sagging flesh, his 
dangling cock, the black hair around his hanging balls - all startled her. 
She heard herself giggling hysterically. She was suddenly shivering. The 
sight of Ronald Wolfe naked was revolting ... but she also found herself 
fascinated. When he started to approach and Sybil guessed what he planned, 
she felt terrified. No, she screamed, no no no! But no sound came from her 
parted lips. The drug held her prisoner. 

Wolfe knelt between her legs. He began to drag her jeans down. He raised up 
her blouse, exposing her lovely ripe breasts. He fondled and stroked them. 
Sybil tried to fight him off but it was a losing battle. She knew it. She 
hated herself for being unable to resist his grimy hands as they touched her 
silky flesh. 

"Don't make me ... don't ... please don't," Sybil pleaded. Her voice sounded 
as if it belonged to another. The music from the other flat seemed to rise 
and fall like an ocean tide. Her eyelids kept fluttering and she found she 
couldn't control them. 

Now he had her jeans off. She was naked from the waist down. He clawed her 
bare thighs, her buttocks. He slipped his hands under her behind, lifting 
her up and spreading her . thighs wide apart. Sybil's virgin cunt was 
totally exposed, her tender pussy lips parting as he spread her thighs 
wider. 

His cruel eyes showed no chance of escape for her; they were lustful, cruel 
and unyielding. Suddenly his thick fleshy arms enveloped her and his lips 
engulfed hers voraciously, sucking them into his mouth. She hated him. She 
was so dizzy from the narcotic, she couldn't fight him off although she was 
squirming and twisting, punching at his head and his beefy shoulders. His 
tongue seemed to fill her mouth, brushing wetly all around inside: She was 
nearly overcome with the noxious smell of his immense sweating bulk. His 
body seemed to flow around her, bulging here, receding there, completely 
entrapping her. 

"No, no ... I won't ... You can't make me," she protested. "Let me out of 
here this minute!" 

She struggled furiously but he moved her with him across the room as if they 
were one body, seeming to flow fluidly with her feeble struggles so that she 
had nothing to fight against. She felt a great, frenzied fear in her belly, 
and her body and limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. The dizziness was 
worse; the room was spinning wildly. 

She found the ceiling was straight ahead. It couldn't be true. It seemed to 
be coming down to meet her like two unattached orbs floating in the dark 
night. She struggled vaguely, turning her face away. There was a crushing 
weight on her and her blouse and her tight brassiere were being ripped away 
as if by some unseen mechanical hand. 

His huge body seemed to flow completely over her, to cover her in a smashing 
wave of perspiring flesh. His hands were everywhere, on her face, sliding 
over her nakedly exposed young breasts, down between the insides of her firm 
white thighs. She screamed as there was suddenly a deep, ramming entry as if 
a thick pole had been jabbed into her body. She gasped and jerked away, but 
it followed her, and the wet mouth came back on hers, nibbling at her tender 
lips and her tongue, and the red-hot poker was suddenly up in her, pistoning 
between her open thighs and on into her defenseless cunt so that it seemed 
in flames and her whole lower body seemed to be split apart. 

The next thing Sybil realized was that she was sobbing, then crying 
frantically as the huge body pounded on top of hers, his cock stabbing 
cruelly up inside her tender cunt, his fingers gripping her buttocks like 
steel claws. The room began to go round and round and finally, exhausted, 
her brain as numb as her body, she slipped off into a nightmare, an ugly 
dream of being buried alive! 

* * * 

It was later when Sybil surfaced to consciousness. She could hear the party 
still going strong. She was aware her naked breasts were being stroked. A 
great hot weight, lay on top of her. She didn't know where she was at first. 
Her head ached something horrible. Her vagina felt as if it were on fire. It 
was terribly sore. 

Without moving she lowered her eyes. She saw the fat fleshy hand. Then 
suddenly it came back to her! She'd lost her virginity! This beast had 
stolen it! 

When Ronald Wolfe saw she'd come to, he shoved a glass of cheap wine into 
her hand. "Drink this, you'll feel better, baby." 

Sybil took the glass and drank the contents, gagging, but in minutes she 
began to feel a little better. Every move she made, however, was painful. 
She couldn't believe how sore her vagina and her breasts were from his 
chewing on them, from his reaming her vagina like a man gone berserk! 

Abruptly the fat man spoke: "You're my first virgin, baby. Whatta cunt you 
got. Whatta fighter you are, Christ!" 

Sybil ignored him. She was plotting how to escape now that her head was 
relatively clear. She spotted her ripped off clothing. If she moved fast 
whenever he turned his back she felt certain she could get out of this 
place. 

But when he sat on the bed beside her, she gave up her plan. His body 
pressed very close to her. His lips took a nibble from the nape of her neck. 
Sybil lay still, uncooperative. 

She felt his hand squeeze between her thighs. It no longer shocked or 
revolted her. Neither did his obscene touching please her. His fingers 
caressed the burning lips of her vagina. Finally they entered and began to 
stroke the wet walls of her still contracting slit. And as he did this, 
being more gentle than before, Sybil had to admit it wasn't all that awful. 
Yes, she was getting some enjoyment finally. 

Wolfe's rigid penis was now poking and prodding between her thighs, seeking 
her ravaged cunt. . 

"Please ... please, not again! I couldn't take it. I'm bleeding. Can't you 
realize that?" 

He ignored her complaining. He moved the knob of his stiffening cock until 
it found the inflamed ring of the young red-haired girl's moist cunt. She 
groaned as it moved slowly inside her slippery hole. 

And the moment he stabbed it in up to the hilt he began to snort and moan in 
a frenzy of passion. 

His breath came up from his belly in raking gasps. He skewered her furiously 
with his shaft, burrowing completely up into her cunt. She was screaming in 
agony. 

But her cries fell on deaf ears. With his hands curving around her hips so 
that his fingers bit into the firm flesh of her abdomen, he crushed his 
huge, sweating body against hers. His lust-swollen cock stabbed in and out 
of her cunt with a vigorous series of crashing thrusts. Sybil kept moaning, 
crying out, screaming for help but to no avail. She felt like a pig impaled 
on a sword. 

Wolfe's thighs were hairy, and rasped along the sensitive undersides of her 
defenseless buttocks. He pummeled into her with great force, seeming to fill 
the whole of her belly with his powerful tool. 

Sometimes he hurt her even more with sudden, sharp jolts as he snapped his 
heavy loins, gripping her flesh until the agony of his piercing fingernails 
seemed worse than his pounding cock. Her assaulter was behaving like a 
maniac, a madman as he smashed his heavy body against her frail, helpless 
one. 

More than once she heard the brute gasping for breath. His fingers dug 
deeper into her soft, tender flesh. She felt an extra pressure against her 
hips, then his fingers beginning to pull and guide her until she was moving 
up onto her knees. His rock-hard cock was still firmly embedded up inside 
her tight channel. He tugged and yanked until she moved with his rhythm. 
This degrading position, Sybil up on her knees, her buttocks so obscenely 
displayed along with her gaping pussy-lips now dribbling hot fluid, turned 
her stomach. She couldn't believe she was being fucked this terrible way - 
but neither could she completely deny the sensations now beginning to roar 
throughout her shaking body. 

When abruptly he slithered close between her widespread thighs, pushing them 
apart even more with his knees, he squirmed his ravaging cock right up, 
deeper, up to the very hilt. Now that she was spread out this way, he seemed 
to invade her even deeper, splitting her tortured body in half, forcing 
agonizing gasp after gasp from her panting lips. 

Sybil's back began to ache from the constant pressure of his hands around 
her waist, bending her waist down so that her young buttocks were raised 
high up in the air. 

The distraught red-haired teenager felt totally helpless and totally abused. 
Her loins tingled and contracted, a thousand red-hot daggers stabbing and 
electrifying her body. 

He buffeted her ass-cheeks with steady bruising force. She could hear his 
muffled moaning. She felt herself also on fire from his pounding cock, and 
she was unable to complain, only to cough and cry out in a welling fury of, 
ecstatic passion. Sybil, despite herself, was actually feeling aroused. 

Wolfe was now squirming and skewering her with increased pressure, bringing 
cry after cry out of her parted lips. He seemed to be growing larger and 
larger up inside her churning cunt. Her breasts were heaving and swaying 
.beneath her as she discovered herself writhing rhythmically on the end of 
his punishing shaft, swaying in time with his deep, steady thrusts. 

Sybil was now incredibly sore but also afire with a great passionate 
pressure slowly building up to explode, a liquid screaming pressure deep in 
her loins that ached to be free. She couldn't think of anything but the 
agonizingly sweet buildup inside her body. Somehow she'd never thought it 
would happen this way to her. 

The buildup grew into a great, ever-expanding bubble that was swelling up to 
several times its size. She screamed loudly. She heard herself yelling, 
shouting. Blood rushed to her head and she was screaming again and again. 
Hot tears of fright and pain, of ecstasy and passion and then of shuddering 
relief streamed down her cheeks. 

"Oh God... Oh God!" she cried. 

Then the helpless girl began to calm down. Although she was still trembling 
and shaking like a leaf, she began to feel new and different sensations as 
he continued stuffing his thick, fat penis up inside her already soaking 
cunt. Wolfe fucked her virgin cunt with unrelenting fury, wheezing between 
his- teeth, practically hurling her onto the floor with every powerful 
forward thrust. 

Now Sybil's briefly forgotten -soreness was returning. It was worse then 
before. Her vagina felt as if it had been sliced with a knife in a dozen 
places. She gritted her teeth. She wondered how much longer she could take 
this grueling punishment. Then, finally, she heard him muttering, cursing, 
and then screaming like a madman! 

"Your cunt's ... it's so tight, baby ... ooooooooh." Then came a choking 
sound, more muttering that grew into a steady babble of moaning, groaning 
agony. It rose in crescendo to a gasping howl and exploded. 

Sybil braced her body under his powerful thrusts. She felt nothing in her 
tautly stretched vagina except that his thrusting was slowing down to 
grinding heaves; and she sensed rather than knew he was again emptying his 
foul, seething load of semen inside her belly, filling her with his 
life-giving sperm. Quick flashes of what might be happening raced through 
her brain; of how she might get pregnant. But there was nothing she could 
do. After his explosion, he lay on top of her body for a long while, 
heaving, hugging her, kissing her neck and back and squeezing her breasts 
painfully. 

"What if I get pregnant?" 

"Shut up! No cunt gets pregnant from me. I'm fixed." 

Sybil didn't reply but she felt relieved. She had to believe him, the way he 
said it. 

After a few minutes he got off her. She got up and wiped off the sticky 
semen from her thighs. She began to pick up her clothing. He sat watching on 
the edge of the bed. 

"1'm going." 

"Like hell you are, kid. You ain't goin' no place." 

Sybil stared at him. He raised his fist threateningly. Sybil ignored him. 
She turned her back. She started to pull on her jeans. Wolfe leaped off the 
bed. He knocked her off her feet. He kicked her. He grabbed her jeans and 
heaved them across the room. 

Still she got up and again went for her blouse. 

Ronald Wolfe stood above her, leaning, leering at her. "Bitch! C'mere!" he 
spat. "Get the fuck over here!" 

A courage-giving shot of adrenalin suddenly flooded Sybil's veins. She raced 
across the room like a maddened animal. Her nails ripped his face. Her hand 
lashed across his eyes. Wolfe was caught by surprise. For a long moment he 
made no effort to defend himself. He wasn't used to girls with so much 
courage. He put up his hand to defend himself, but she bit it with every 
ounce of strength she could summon up. 

Sybil tasted the tanginess of his blood as her teeth dug deeply into his 
flesh. Wolfe cried out in pain. He rolled off the bed. His body crumpled up 
on the floor as his weight threw him off balance. 

Sybil suddenly remembered what she'd once heard to do in situations like 
this ... the one blow any frail young girl could administer and bring her 
attacker to his knees. 

With her bare foot she struck out at his balls dangling unprotected, under 
his thick, heavy, dangling penis. He failed to anticipate her aim and he 
doubled over in pain. His bulging eyes were ice cold. He straightened up, 
holding his aching testicles when Sybil, furious that he'd recovered, struck 
again with all her strength! But she didn't take into account she might 
miss. She did! 

Ronald Wolfe grabbed her. "You're gonna pay for that, you fuckin' cunt !" 

With a blow that almost knocked the young girl unconscious, Wolfe dragged 
her down on the floor. He slapped her naked buttocks until they were 
crimson. He pinched them. He bit them and drew blood, while Sybil was 
squirming, struggling and writhing on the rough hewn floor, scratching her 
breasts, hurting her knees as she endured the terrifying punishment. 

Wolfe rolled her over as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then he began 
to slap her face with the back of his hand. "This'll teach you to kick, you 
fuckin' bitch!" 

Sybil's pain was excruciating. "Oh God ... Oh God," she kept moaning, tears 
flooding from her eyes as he continued to thrash, her with one hand while 
his other dug viciously into her flesh. The blows across her face were 
slashing, stinging, and they fell fast and furiously until Sybil was tasting 
her own blood inside her tortured mouth. 

"You're an animal," she hissed, but he paid no attention. He leaped up and 
grabbed his belt from his dungarees. He began to whip her like a man gone 
mad. Then when she fell to her knees, he pushed her back and opened her 
thighs. Kneeling between them, he plopped his heavy body on top of hers. 
Wtih no ceremony, he pushed his now rigid cock up between her thighs once 
more, crushing her painfully as he bent over her. Sybil began to sob once 
again as his punishing shaft burrowed up and up into her anguished slit. He 
gave a panting, mirthless gasping chuckle as he began to fuck her ravished 
cunt with a vengeance he'd never thought himself possible of wreaking. 

Chapter 10 

Sybil Leland's recovering from her vicious rape and loss of her virginity, 
the healing of the bruises on her tender breasts and buttocks and the raw 
soreness inside her tortured cunt took less time than the young girl had 
dared to hope. 

After fleeing from the East Village, she took a taxi back to the motel. She 
spent more than two hours in a hot tub with healing salts she'd bought in an 
all-night drugstore in the city. Then she slept the sleep of the dead until 
noon the following day. When she awakened every bone and every muscle still 
ached but she was well on her way to feeling better as the time passed. 

Her brother didn't return to the hotel until the middle of the afternoon. 
When she heard the roar of the big Honda parking out front, she quickly 
swallowed two more aspirin to ease the throbbing headache, all that remained 
to remind her of the horrible night before with the bearded beast. She 
despised and detested him with every fiber in her body. 

Jeff had little to say when he came in. He embraced her as usual. Sybil saw 
he noticed nothing changed in her manner; for this she was glad. She could 
never -tell her brother in a million years what had happened! To even think 
about it sickened her and she would shiver. 

Sitting on the bed with him she listened to his new plans. The both of them 
had been .invited by Andrea and Rhoda to visit them at a house in the 
country. This was out on Long Island, not far from the park where they had 
had their picnic. Andrea, Jeff told his sister, was anxious for her to come, 
to meet the gang. Andrea was also enthusiastic about seeing Sybil again. 
This news flattered Sybil and after an hour or so, feeling almost one 
hundred percent better after her frightening ordeal, she was ready and 
raring to go with Jeff. 

And once out on the streets, the winds blowing through her hair, her eyes 
wide with awe at the spectacular scenery, the memories of the night before 
began to fade. 

They crested a winding hill out on the island. Far off Sybil could see neat 
little houses. Here was a spit of sand. Here a view of the far-reaching 
ocean. In the late afternoon light everything seemed more romantic than it 
really was. Once again Sybil Leland was as happy as a lark! 

The house belonged to Trigger McGuire's brother, Andrea had explained to 
Jeff. She and Rhoda, in between fucking, licking and sucking him the night 
before, had also explained a great deal about the Scorpions. Although Jeff 
didn't agree with most of it, he didn't feel he and his kid sister were 
walking into anything they couldn't handle. After all, hadn't he been in the 
navy for three years? 

Finally Sybil spotted the place. There were many motorcycles parked in the 
front yard of a two-story house. The red-haired teenager leaped off the tail 
of the Honda when Jeff parked. Andrea Douglas came running down the path to 
greet them. She hugged and kissed Sybil as if they'd been really close 
friends. "Gosh, you're lovely, darling," Andrea exclaimed as she appraised 
Sybil's lovely breasts, her shapely legs and her luscious buttocks under the 
tight jeans. 

A husky. young man without a shirt came out on the porch. "I'm Trigger," he 
said. "Welcome to the Scorpions' nest." He didn't smile and Jeff disliked 
him instantly. How Andrea could "go" with - him, as Rhoda had implied, was 
more than the ex-sailor could understand. 

Sybil looked confused. "Scorpions' nest? You don't have scorpions here, do 
you?" 

There was a hearty laugh from the front porch. "You mean you didn't tell 
her, baby?" Trigger asked her brother. 

Andrea moved in. "Don't blame him, Trigger. It's my fault. Maybe I didn't 
make it clear enough." 

Now Jeff was becoming confused, too. "Make what clear enough?" he demanded. 

"Take it easy, Jeff," she soothed. "I just forgot, I guess. We've all talked 
it over, and we felt that you and Sybil should be full-fledged members. It's 
quite an honor, you know. We don't ask very many people." 

Jeff wasn't too happy about the invitation. "I think you should have asked 
me first," he said quietly. "Did you ever think I might not want to join 
your club. And what about Sybby? She doesn't even know what it's all about." 

Andrea grinned. "She'll know soon enough... don't worry." 

Later, sitting inside with a cold beer, Jeff was introduced to the rest of 
the .gang. Vic and Joey, then in turn, the girls. Beryl, the sweet-looking 
and terribly young April, and finally the black-haired Vivian, who- was 
virtually naked under a transparent gown that had seen better days. Sybil 
found herself unexplainably shivering when she was introduced to the 
swarthy-skinned Julius. 

They all spoke at once about the invitation into the Scorpions and Jeff 
listened. He felt very ill at ease. After several beers, everyone seemed to 
be waking up and the sudden attention Trigger was beginning to pay to his 
kid sister began to arouse Jeffrey Leland's anger. Twice he told Trigger to 
cut out the profanity, that his sister wasn't used to it; however, when 
Trigger asked Sybil if she minded, Sybil, now a little tipsy on the wine she 
was drinking, just giggled and avoided her brother's admonishing eyes. 

But it was when Trigger grabbed Andrea, shoved his hand between her thighs 
and began to paw her, that Jeff's rage and anger began to bubble. He refused 
another beer and mumbled something about leaving and taking his kid sister 
with him. This was no place for her. 

Then the shit really hit the fan when Trigger broke out the marijuana pipe. 
Jeff hit the ceiling. No, he didn't want any. No, he'd tried it before and 
positively no, his sister was not going to smoke! Positively not! 

This was when Trigger leaped up and grabbed Sybil, laughing and pulling her 
down next to him on the couch. Jeff jumped up. 

"Take your filthy hands off her!" 

"Who the fuck you talkin' to, huh?" Trigger, with a flash of lightning, 
pulled a six-inch long stiletto. He flicked it and the gleaming blade shot 
out. He leaped and spread his legs wide. Then he started crouching toward 
Jeff. When he jumped he knocked Jeff completely off his feet by surprise. 

Without a word, Jeff got back up. "C'mon, Sybil, we're leaving. C'mon." 

"You ain't goin' nowhere, Mac!" Trigger was leering. His eyes were steel 
cold. He stalked up to Jeff. He gripped the gleaming stiletto, placing it 
right up against Jeff's stomach. 

"You make one move, creep, and I finish you!" 

Sybil screamed. No one else in the room made a single move. Beryl began to 
breathe heavily. A strange smile crossed April's lips. Vic and Joey were now 
pawing Rhoda. As for Andrea, the grin on her lips said nothing and 
everything at once. 

It was the big swarthy Julius who pinioned Jeff's arms behind his back after 
slugging him on the neck. Jeff stumbled and before he knew it Julius was 
casually tying his arms behind his back. He kicked Jeff and then threw him 
down on the floor. He sat his huge weight down on Jeff's stomach. Trigger 
laughed. He handed his stiletto to his swarthy comrade. "Keep this at the 
bastard's throat. Stick him if lie moves a fuckin' inch," said the snarling 
bike rider. 

Then Trigger turned - to the other Scorpions. "We're gonna have some fun, 
kids," he leered. "With her." He pointed to Sybil. She was trembling. All 
she could think of now, the aroma of marijuana in her nostrils, the smell of 
sex in the closed room, was of the night before. She shuddered. Was she 
going to get raped again? And this time in front of her helpless brother? Oh 
God in Heaven! 

Trigger walked over and locked and bolted the door. Jeff watched him 
helplessly. He couldn't move. He didn't know what to do. He was completely 
outnumbered and Andrea wasn't going to lift a finger. He suddenly hated her. 
He couldn't look at her. 

Trigger returned and grabbed Sybil, pulling her close. Sybil looked into his 
cold black eyes. She was trembling with fear. She tried to speak but 
couldn't get a word out. 

Trigger leered: "I'll bet you're quite a little bitch in bed, huh? If you're 
anything like your brother here, according to what Andrea says, you're a 
real hot number." Sybil said nothing. She was cringing, looking to her 
brother for help, realizing he wasn't able to give her any. God, why were 
these nasty things happening to her? She was hypnotized by Trigger's glaring 
eyes. His fingers gripping her tender flesh were burning. When he pulled her 
close and tried to press his lips against her although she was struggling 
furiously, she couldn't help but feel the rock-hard cock pressing against 
her belly. 

Sybil fought to escape by trying to slip down from under his embracing arms, 
but she failed. Trigger slipped one knee between her crotch and then rammed 
his mouth down on hers. Each time Sybil would let out a wild scream Trigger 
would stuff his thick tongue down her throat. 

On the floor Jeff Leland was now completely helpless. Julius had tied his 
ankles and lashed his legs to the foot of the old-fashioned heavy oaken 
couch. With his arms bound he was utterly helpless and had no chance of 
escape. He watched his kid sister, raging to aid her. 

"Okay, you little cunt," Trigger was saying, looking around at his gang for 
approval - approval he received from every eye, especially Andrea's. She was 
standing haughtily above Jeff Leland. As she looked down at him, a strange 
gleam in her eyes, one Jeff didn't understand at all, a small grin lighted 
up her features. But saying nothing she . slipped out of her jeans and then 
rubbing her glistening cunt, moved across the room to flop down on the 
couch. 

Trigger pushed Sybil away from him. "Okay, cunt," he growled, "strip naked 
and don't take all day!" Sybil shrank back and tried to run, suddenly 
realizing all exits were blocked. Now she knew there was no way out, that 
she'd have to do as these merciless people wanted. The defenseless 
red-haired girl took one last helpless look at her brother. Jeff was 
gritting his teeth in impotent rage, infuriated that he could do nothing. 

Slowly, as everyone watched, Sybil grabbed the hem of her shirt. She tugged 
it off her body. Now she stood half-revealed in a clinging white nylon 
brassiere. Trigger, Julius and the others licked their lips as their hungry 
eyes feasted on her lovely breasts. Through the thin material they could see 
that her nipples were erect. 

Trigger made a fist under her chin. "Take off the bra, you cunt!" 

Sybil did and her magnificent ivory breasts were exposed for all to see. 

"Now the jeans!" Trigger's voice was suddenly thick with horny anticipation. 
Again Sybil obeyed. She unbuttoned her jeans, opening the zipper. Stooping, 
she pulled them off. Now all she wore were her sheer nylon panties. These 
clung tightly to the prominent mound of her teenaged vagina. Through the 
filmy crotch all could see the outline of her sparse patch of young 
pussyhair. 

"The panties too," Trigger exclaimed. Now the gang chieftain was clutching 
iris balls and squeezing them as he danced around, leering at the show, now 
and then spitting in the direction of Jeff. Julius had his fly open, his 
thick hand inside. Vivian had taken off her wrap and was now totally nude. 
April was stroking her own breasts. 

Sybil began to cry. But slowly, with trembling fingers she tugged down the 
panties. She closed her hand over her pussy, her other arm over his 
shimmering breasts. Her eyes glanced over at Jeff. She threw a weak smile 
toward her brother and he grimaced in agony, shaking his head furiously, 
outraged at what was happening... His eyes were blurring with the impotent 
anguish of watching his sister's preparation for this perversely lusting 
gang of vipers. 

Trigger stood back, arms folded. "Okay, Rhoda, honey. You about ready?" He 
licked his lips, leering at Rhoda. "She's all yours honey, a nice sweet 
young virgin cunt." 

Rhoda nodded. She was flying on grass, her eyes gleaming. She ripped off her 
clothing. Now she was glistening like ,,a naked goddess in the flickering 
light. 

Swarthy Julius spoke. "Maybe you ought to smack some shit out of her first, 
huh, Rhoda. Teach the white cunt a lesson!" 

Trigger's eyes lit up at the idea. "Hey, man, that's beautiful. I'll spank 
her sweet little white ass for you. Then she'll do as she's told, right?" 

All the Scorpions, including Andrea called out, "Right On!" "Far Out" "Out 
of sight, Man!" 

Julius grabbed Sybil's bare arm. He had no trouble tossing the young naked 
girl over his lap. Her upturned ivory smooth buttocks were now visible to 
all. April got up, came over and stroked them, then sighing, returned to her 
seat where she leaned her head against Beryl's shoulder. As the excitement 
grew, Beryl was also naked from the waist up, her fingers teasing and 
tickling her erect nipples while she smoked grass, sipped wine and stared 
silently. 

"Julius," Trigger called out, "hold her ankles. Don't want the little cunt 
kicking!" 

Julius promptly did as he was told. Under her squirming body on his lap his 
penis was jerking and throbbing. Raising her lovely white body up, Julius 
pulled out his naked cock. Now it pressed against Sybil's naked belly. 
"Okay, Trig!" said the swarthy man. "I got her good. Beat the virgin shit 
outta that sweet little white ass!" 

Jeff couldn't take it. "For God's sake, don't hurt her," he called out.. 
"She's only a kid!" 

"Shut the fuck up, asshole," Trigger growled. "You don't want your face cut 
up, you shut up, see!?" 

Now Sybil couldn't move. The muscular Julius' one hand gripped her wrists, 
the other, her slim ankles. All Sybil could do was squirm and each time she 
did this, she'd feel his stiffly throbbing cock punching into her belly, 
while Julius giggled in high, shrill, metallic laughter. 

Smack! came the first blow on Sybil's soft buttocks. She screamed! The red 
hot outline of Trigger's palm print remained. 

"Owwwww ... ooooh God!" Sybil screamed as blow after blow rained down, 
stinging, biting her tender flesh. Trigger's heavy hand rose and fell now 
with rapidity, smacking the cheeks of Sybil's succulent bottom alternately. 
A rapid slapping, non-stop, of his open palm against her bare resilient 
flesh filled the room. It was punctuated by her own moaning and grunting and 
her sobbing but also by squeals from the girls watching. 

Sybil kicked her legs in vain. She twisted and tried to throw herself off 
Julius' thighs. His cock poking into her stomach was fiery hot. 

Sybil fought like a demon to free herself, twisting, arching and pounding 
her head against her swarthy captor's upper arm but all in vain. The hot, 
stinging blows from the whipping, slashing hand rained down furiously and 
now her buttocks were a bright red. 

Trigger was grunting and panting with the exertion and the lust overwhelming 
him as he continued to beat 'her. Sybil's lips were issuing one continuous 
scream like a whistling tea kettle. "Oh, stop it. Stop ... please. Please 
stop. I'll do anything you want, but please stop whipping me. I can't take 
it." 

"Please," begged Jeff in torment but no one heard him. 

Suddenly Trigger stopped. He looked at the others. "Maybe she means it," he 
said. 

"Oh, I do. I do! Anything! I do mean it! I can't take anymore slapping!" 

"Okay, okay," said Trigger. "Man, turn that little bitch loose." Julius did. 
"Rhoda," called Trigger, "get your ass over here. Our little gal here's 
gonna suck you off, baby, just like you love it ... and you're gonna eat her 
too!" he roared. The other's clapped. This is what Vic and Joey had been 
hoping for. 

Trigger went over to Andrea. He let her strip him. Jeff closed his eyes. He 
couldn't believe it! 

Sybil was crying so hard she could scarcely keep her eyes open, but the 
terror o f being spanked again made her awkwardly assume the lurid pose 
Rhoda directed her to take. 

Stretched out over the full breasted Rhoda, supporting herself with her open 
palms against the bare floor, Sybil was now kneeling upside down with her 
mouth right over Rhoda's open vagina. Her own loins were placed just over 
Rhoda's eagerly trembling lips. Sybil felt Rhoda's hand close over the small 
of her- back, pulling her body down. Rhoda's voice gasped, "Just relax, 
baby. You just do what I do and you won't get your ass smacked any more." 

Suddenly Sybil felt the warm moistness of Rhoda's hungry lips press against 
her open cunt. She felt the blonde-haired girl kissing her slit. The 
distraught redhead gasped! She began to squirm and writhe, humiliated, her 
own mouth being relentlessly forced down lower and her parted lips brushing 
over Rhoda's soft, curly pussyhair. "C'mon, honey, baby," Rhoda purred. 
"Lick it. Lick inside. Wiggle that baby tongue." 

A strange silence filled the room as every eye stared at the licentiously 
perversedisplay. 

Then Trigger sighed. Andrea was stroking his huge cock. She seemed to be 
half-staring over at Jeff. Her eyes were glazed, while Trigger was roughly 
fingering her clitoris. 

"Suck her," Trigger roared suddenly. "You don't eat Rhoda's cunt and I'll 
whip you till you bleed!" Sybil saw a fiendish glitter in his closely set 
eyes. 

With a cry of anguish, Sybil plunged her lips down to Rhoda's cunt. She 
began to kiss the moistly heated pussy-lips. She was brand new to this thing 
but her terror gave her sudden expertise. Sybil was also conscious of 
another thing as she buried her face in the hot, musky cunt. Rhoda's warm 
kisses on her own cunt were born out of real, practiced enjoyment of sucking 
and licking. Against her will, Sybil found herself wiggling, squirming and 
writhing as the blonde-haired girl tongued her slit so expertly. 

After a few minutes, the frightened young red-haired girl found herself 
being engulfed by her own passionate sensations. Her vagina was on fire from 
Rhoda's hot kisses and the other girl's cunt was really soaked from Sybil's 
saliva, becoming more and more pungently fragrant with every deep thrust of 
the young girl's searching tongue. 

Sybil was trembling. She felt Rhoda's hot tongue slice wetly through her 
pussy fur and find the coral pink flanges of her moist slit. Then she felt 
her tongue tip delicately brushing and rimming her vagina. She was moaning 
and sobbing. Her burning buttocks seeming to throb now with a new feeling. 
Sybil felt a breathtaking surge of electric-like sensation each time Rhoda 
would stab her tongue up deep and wiggle it as the young girl on top of her 
squirmed and moaned. 

Sybil couldn't help it. Now she was kissing and sucking, licking and 
swallowing just as Rhoda was doing. Soon the two girls began to writhe and 
groan, sob and gasp, sucking furiously until suddenly Sybil cried out, "Oh 
God! Oh God ...I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!" 

The young redhead's body heaved and thrashed so much that Rhoda had to dig 
her fingers into her naked sides to hold her cunt down on her mouth, 
licking, sucking and biting the tender lips of Sybil's steaming slit, 
clutching and squeezing and scratching her buttocks as she helped Sybil to 
the ecstasy of a blinding orgasm! 

Chapter 11 

After the roaring explosion in her cunt, Sybil Leland let her body be rolled 
over by Trigger. His pulsing cock loomed over her upturned face. It was wet 
and shiny. His thick fingers were gripping his powerful weapon that had just 
come out of Andrea's throbbing cunt. 

Sybil stared up at him, fear in her eyes. She was going to get raped again - 
this time right in front of her brother. She winced, cringing away. She 
begged and pleaded with the monster as he lowered his body down. 

Jeff tried again. "Please. She's a virgin. She'll have black memories all 
the rest of her life." He looked at Andrea Douglas. "Can't you stop him? 
Can't you? I don't understand you at all, Andrea! Sybby's your friend." 

"What's there to understand, kid? This little stuck-up brat ain't any friend 
of mine," she said, her speech garbled from the influence of the grass and 
the wine she'd been drinking. Then she seemed to relent, watching Jeff, her 
youthful lover, struggling against his bonds. She tossed her long hair. 

"Hey, Trig. Hey, fucker!" she called out. Trigger McGuire looked at her. He 
was just about to thrust his cock into Sybil's gaping cunt, her thighs slimy 
with juice, her pink cunt-lips pouting and still vibrating from Rhoda's 
spiraling tongue and biting teeth. 

"How's about all of us watching the blow job of the year, the century, 
maybe?" she slurred. "Hey, yeah, Man, that's it!" Andrea squealed. She burst 
into inappropriately shrill laughter, mimicking Julius whose fingers were 
pumping excitedly up and down the full length of his lust-swollen cock. 

"Oh no!" Sybil screamed when Julius started to pull her up and thrust his 
monstrously throbbing cock between her lips. "Oh, no. Oh, Jeff!" she 
screamed. "Help me!" 

But Jeff could do nothing. 

"Look, Man," spat Trigger, "she don't suck us all off, I just whip the shit 
out of her. We don't give a shit if she bleeds from the eyes, do we, gang?" 

Everyone applauded. 

Jeff tried again. "Look, please. I beg you. Don't hurt my sister anymore. 
I'll give you my Honda. Leave her alone!" 

"Listen you sonofabitch," Trigger sneered, "you shut the fuck up. You tell 
your sister to blow us all or we just gang bang her. That's that! We'll fuck 
the shit out of her cunt and her asshole if she don't blow us. You tell her, 
shitass. Tell her!" Trigger demanded. 

Jeff looked solemnly at his poor sister. Sybil was trembling in fear. She 
didn't know how her vagina could stand another rape. 

Jeff was faced with a terrible dilemma. He sat up and this time Julius 
didn't push him down as before. Sybil was crying, tears streaming down her 
face, splattering on her naked breasts. 

"Sybby, honey," said Jeff softly. "We can't help ourselves. You see that? It 
could get worse," he added. "Look, do as they want. There's no other way 
out." Again he looked pleadingly at Andrea, but she gave no response. 
"You'll have to do as Trigger says ... Sybby. I'm sorry, honey." 

Slowly Sybil got up. She was wincing and groaning. She stared at the 
grinning gang members - Trigger, Julius, Vic and Joey - then at the girls, 
all stark naked now. The males had unzipped their pants. Their menacing 
cocks stood out boldly, hard and ready, their balls filled with thick, hot 
sperm. Sybil gulped nervously. God, how could she do this, suck four 
monstrous cocks? 

"Get down on your knees," Trigger commanded. "Crawl over to the couch. Hey, 
Julius, you're gonna be first, man. Sit your fat ass down." Swarthy-skinned 
Julius raised his fist, then he grinned. Again came the high, shrill 
laughter as he held his rampaging cock in his fingers. 

The naked girls clustered around the couch. Andrea stroked the now-naked 
Julius' glistening shoulders. Jeff watched in horror as his sister shrank 
tearfully from her impending humiliation. Sybil looked up at him. "There's 
nothing we can do, Jeff?" she sobbed. Jeff shook his head sadly. No. There 
was nothing he could do right now, but the moment he got free ... 

Suddenly the red-haired teenager reared up. The sight of the throbbing cock 
nauseated her. She felt like vomiting. "Oh, no. I can't touch this awful 
thing with my mouth. I can't!" she wailed. 

Trigger stood up. "Looks like this cunt needs another lesson, huh? Maybe 
this time we ought to make her own brother do the whippin'," Trigger 
snarled. He pulled out his switch blade. He crossed to Jeff. He untied his 
wrists. He aimed the shining steel blade of the stiletto at Jeff's face. 
"Man, you gonna whip your sister's ass until it's blue ... if she don't suck 
that big prick!" 

Jeff cringed when he felt the tip of the blade on his neck. "If you don't, 
you fucker," snarled.Trigger again, "I'll do it and with my belt this time. 
And man, .I'm gonna make that little white ass bleed and that little pink 
asshole shit! You understand me? You whip her or that's what's gonna happen 
sure as shit, man!" 

A high giggle split the sudden silence as Jeff stared into Trigger's eyes. 
It was April. She was down on her hands and knees, avidly watching the 
scene. 

Jeff was repulsed at the thought of spanking his own sister. Yet he had no 
choice. With the knife blade still at his throat, he sat on the couch, 
rubbing his wrists. Julius picked Sybil up bodily and plopped her naked body 
down on top of her brother's lap. He hoisted up her naked buttocks, making 
her spread her thighs, and then he ran his strong fingers into the moist 
crack. 

"Okay," shouted Trigger. "Now, man you whip her ass or she get's fucked by 
every one of us. And man, we're a bunch of. mean fuckers when we get 
started." He glanced over at Andrea. "Ain't that right, baby?" Andrea 
nodded, then grinned. She averted her eyes from Jeff's. 

The lust-crazed Julius took a position at the head of the couch. He held her 
hands tightly. Vic did the same at the opposite end, clasping her ankles. 

Sybil's upturned bottom was still streaked with red welts from the spanking 
Trigger had so viciously delivered. He was kneeling alongside her, his hands 
squeezing the red-haired teenager's hanging breasts. "Get busy, Jeff!" 

Biting his lip, Jeff raised his right hand. He brought it down with a crisp 
smack across his sister's nakedly inflamed bottom. A loud wail resounded. 
Sybil began to kick. Jeff whipped her buttocks again with the flat of his 
hand ... 

... and to his astonishment he found his own cock responding. It stiffened 
and began to poke up into his young sister's middle. He was horrified at 
this but it seemed he had suddenly lost control. And as he continued 
slapping and spanking Sybil's writhing body, so deliciously naked, the 
reddened buttocks, her perspiring armpits, and her wiggling, inflamed Jeff. 
A sudden unwanted lustfulness welled up in his loins. 

"Whip that broad until she screams," shouted Julius, pumping his cock up and 
down with his free hand, his white teeth gleaming. "Man you whip her or we 
fuck her," he roared. 

The whole scene was insane. 

Jeff had no choice. He spanked his struggling sister, inflicting such 
searing pain he knew she must be dying a little, but each time he'd try to 
soften the blows to ease her pain he'd feel the sharp point of the stiletto 
press against his neck. 

Finally, Sybil couldn't take anotherblow. She begged Trigger to tell her 
brother to stop. "I'll do anything. I'll suck. I'll suck your pricks ... but 
oh, God, no more. No more pain. Oh, God, yes. I'll suck ... suck," she 
moaned, sobbing and shaking. 

Roughly, Julius pulled the girl off her brother's lap: He pushed her down on 
her knees, tangling his strong fingers in her flaming red hair. "Suck it, 
you little bitch!" 

Sniffing and sobbing, her eyes tightly closed, Sybil opened her trembling 
lips to take in her first penis. She choked and gagged as the-stiffly 
pulsing tool sank deep into her mouth. She was beaten and she knew it. She 
had to suck. If she didn't, God knows what they'd do to - her and Jeff. They 
could even kill them! Her only recourse was to get this awful thing over 
with as soon as possible! 

Sybil closed her lips over the lust-swollen cock. She rocked her head back 
and forth. The smell of the merciless man's sweaty balls, the thrust of his 
hot cock down her throat, the feel of his brutal hands as they squeezed her 
tender breasts, all sickened her ... and when he grabbed her bobbing head, 
holding it firmly ... guiding his impaling cock deep down . her choking 
throat... and when he began pumping his hips, yelling in ecstasy for her to 
"suck it ... suck my big juicy cock!", Sybil's head was reeling. Each time 
she'd pull back to catch her breath, Julius would shove, punching his turgid 
cock back down her throat. She kept swallowing, gulping, choking and 
slurping on the huge penis. 

It was agonizingly painful when the swarthy man thrust his massive cock into 
her throat but each time he did, Sybil would feel a frantic convulsion in 
her loins. She didn't understand it at all. 

When the scalding pressure in the bike-rider's balls began to build, Sybil 
sensed the end was near. He kept thrusting, pounding his cock, holding her 
head, squeezing her breasts. She could taste tiny oozing drops of semen 
beginning to flow into her sucking mouth. 

Julius savored the agonizing delicacy of her probing tongue, rubbing against 
the throbbing tip of his skewering cock, brushing the supersensitive tiny 
opening of his bulbous cock-head. His swollen shaft slid again and again 
between her warmly moist lips, down into her vulnerable throat, 

Sybil's cheeks hollowing to accommodate his cock as his hairy loins ground 
wetly against her blushing face. 

It was difficult for the young red-haired girl to breathe. He was now 
pumping faster and faster into her mouth, ramming his lust-hardened cock 
deeper and deeper into her mouth with long, hard thrusts that bored down her 
ravaged throat, choking and gagging her with every deep, downward lunge. 

Sucking furiously and despite her anguish, beginning to enjoy the spasms 
convulsing in her drenched cunt, Sybil knew he'd have to spurt off soon. She 
held herself in helpless readiness for the white-hot flood of thick sperm. 
Just a few more thrusts, she told herself. And then it happened! With one 
more savage thrust, his thickly swollen cock exploded. Sybil caught the 
spurt and swallowed as fast as she could, one load after another leaping 
into her defenseless mouth, splashing against her teeth. Sybil was 
swallowing, gagging and choking, but sucking with all her strength as the 
burning hot liquid. kept flowing. Her sweating body trembled as she 
automatically squeezed his balls, wanting more and more but now content with 
a thin leaking fluid which she sucked and swallowed. Then she pulled off and 
sat back. She couldn't believe the sensations stabbing inside her loins. 
Quickly she grabbed his cock again! She -took the full length of it in her 
mouth, sucking ravenously, savagely, not understanding the lust overwhelming 
her. 

Then it was Trigger's turn. And gagging, groaning and squirming down on her 
knees, her face purple with shame as her brother looked on helplessly, the 
naked girl soon had Trigger's heavy balls emptying into her mouth. Again she 
felt as if she couldn't get enough of his sperm, sucking and swallowing 
hungrily, not caring, beginning to enjoy the sensations that were driving 
her body wild with passion. 

When she moved over like a zombie to suck Vic's penis, she had . to admit to 
herself that she was disappointed. Vic had already ejaculated. Crawling 
toward Joey, her face contorted, eager to do anything so she and Jeff would 
be set free, she was again to suffer a disappointment. Joey was in the 
process of shooting off into Vivian's sucking mouth. The excitement of the 
scene on the floor had been too much for the young biker from Oklahoma. 

Jeff was glad it was over. He looked up at Trigger who was standing again 
with the stiletto pressed dangerously close. "Well," Jeff said, "you going 
to turn us loose, now?" 

Trigger sneered down at his prisoner. "Maybe.. . maybe." He turned to 
Andrea. "Hey, baby, how'd you like to see a real hot show, huh, baby?" 

"Like what, Trigger, honey?" 

"Like, baby, this lover of yours diggin' a turn at his own sister. Wouldn't 
that be somethin' to remember, baby? Your old lover fuckin' his own virgin 
sister!" 

Both Jeff and Sybil stared at each other, their eyes incredulous. "Oh, God," 
Sybil moaned. 

Jeff sat up. He looked again for an escape. There was none. They could grab 
Sybil, even kill her before he could do anything constructive. He tried to 
talk Trigger out of it, but the hood wouldn't hear of it. "I make a deal 
with you, you smart asshole. Andrea say's you're such a hot fuck. Well, I'm 
gonna see. You fuck this kid sister of yours, you do a good job, and I turn 
you both loose. You got any ideas about reportin' us to the cops, and I'll 
cut your balls off if it takes me all my life." He sneered down at Jeff. 
"Well, which way, which you want? You gonna fuck her, or I whip her and then 
turn a whole other motorcycle gang onto her. They're just up the street. 
Make up your fuckin' mind, man!" 

Sybil looked at her brother. Her eyes were soft. She tried to give him some 
comfort by smiling. She felt just wretched. How would she ever live this all 
down, her own brother watching her suck cocks, swallowing all the cum. Oh 
God ... and now ... now Trigger forcing Jeff to fuck her! 

She looked up at Trigger. "You'll keep your promise?" 

"Yeah, you cunt, I'll keep my promise. You fuck him and you're free, both of 
you. Just don't ever come back here. I'll slice your cunt to ribbons, cut 
off your brother's cock and make you eat it, do you hear?" 

Sybil nodded, looking again at Jeff. 

She numbly made her way over toward him and lay on her back on the couch. 

Julius cut the thongs binding Jeff's ankles. "Go fuck her, man!" 

" ... but she's my kid sister... " 

"Listen, man, you don't fuck her, sister or no sister, and we'll all fuck 
her up her little of asshole!" Julius shouted, wielding the stiletto. 

Jeffrey Leland knew he still had no choice. He had to trust Trigger. God 
knows what would happen if he didn't. He looked at his sister. He tried to 
deny it, but she was most appealing. He could feel his cock stiffening. He 
looked around, then he slipped down his jeans. His throbbing cock loomed up. 
It was fantastically hard! It stood out in bold, hardened virility as it had 
done with Andrea and Rhoda earlier. 

He shook his head. On his hands and knees, crouching over his sister's naked 
body, he began to hear himself panting with a long pent-up lust. He couldn't 
stop recalling scenes of her half naked, her darling breasts, her sweet 
young virgin slit ... Jeff tried but he just couldn't help himself, and 
especially when Sybil wrapped her bare arms around his neck and pulled his 
face to hers. 

Suddenly his spongy cock-head thrust deep into his baby sister's open cunt. 
-She squealed as it stabbed deep up into her body. Then, she began to writhe 
and squirm deliciously as she felt him slowly pumping his cock up into her 
cunt. 

"Fuck her ... fuck her, you cocksucker! Fuck her!" 

Trigger stood at the head of the couch. The girls were gathered around. 
Andrea was massaging her heavy breasts as she watched. Behind her, Rhoda was 
fingering Andrea's cunt. 

As Jeff fucked his sister; he was suddenly enraptured by the wicked 
sensations of her responding to him. Sybil, his own little sister, was 
arching her back, squirming her naked buttocks, thrusting up at him as his 
prodding cock buried itself up to the hilt inside her sucking hole. The 
young redhead's nostrils flared wide. She was screaming as his rock-hard - 
cock plunged in and out, but her screams weren't in pain. They were in pure, 
utter ecstasy as her brother fucked and pounded his body on hers. 

Jeff needed no encouragement from his audience. He was now rabid with lust, 
fucking violently, enthusiastically, harder and more vigorously than he'd 
-fucked either Andrea or Rhoda. 

As for Sybil, she was groaning, gasping and sighing. She kept grinding her 
wetly glistening cuntal plane up against his pounding body. When at last, 
she felt his hot sperm gushing up into her cunt, she screamed at the top of 
her lungs and fucked back on his throbbing cock like a woman gone mad! 

Then she leaped out from under him just as he raised up. She flung her body 
on top of his and took his still oozing cock deep down her throat. She 
couldn't help herself no matter how hard she tried ... She sucked her 
brother's deflating cock until not a drop remained in his heaving balls ... 

* * * 

Dusk was settling when the giant Honda finally reached the hotel. Not a word 
between Jeff and his sister had been exchanged from the moment Trigger kept 
his promise and let them leave. Both were so embarrassed neither could look 
at the other. 

In the hotel room, the connecting door open, Sybil soaked in a hot tub. In 
his room, Jeff was doing the same. A coin-operated radio was playing soft 
music. 

"Jeff," Sybil called out softly. "Jeff?" 

"Yes, Sybby?" 

"Jeff, there's some wine left. Do you think we could both have a little 
drink or something- and try to forget what happened?" 

Jeff was silent. He would never be able to forget fucking his delicious 
sister. Even now his penis was erect just thinking about her being naked in 
the other room. 

"Jeff?" Sybil called again. She climbed out of the tub. On bare feet she 
went through the connecting door. 

Her brother was standing up in the tub, drying his hard, muscular body. His 
cock was standing out like a pole. Sybil smiled at him. Jeff had to smile 
back. 

"Oh wow, Jeff! Just look at it? It's so huge! It's so thick!" 

Sybil sat on the toilet. "Give me the towel, Jeffy, I'll dry it for you." 
She reached for his powerful erection. 

"Oh' no you don't!" Jeff shouted. He leaped out of the tub, and picking up 
his startled , sister in his arms, he carried her over to the bed. Putting 
her down, he kneeled over her as she spread open her milky white thighs, her 
pink cunt-lips a dazzling sight. 

"Oh, Jeff," she sighed luxuriously, "I don't think I ever want to go back to 
Vermont." 


The End
