Man Of The House
by Valerie Hart
(LLP-776)


CHAPTER ONE 

As they drove along the freeway heading north, there just didn't seem to be 
any adequate way for Nancy Carlyle to explain to her brother Michael just 
how much Cindy had changed since he joined the Marines. Three years was an 
awfully long time anywhere, but in California in the Seventies, it was 
nearly an eternity. Cindy had only been nineteen when he left for boot camp, 
just out of high school and still very much a merchant's daughter in Fresno. 
But now, Fresno and the fertile valley farmlands were far behind her, so far 
in fact, that she never really looked back. 

Cindy was living in a farmhouse commune near Mendocino, way up the northern 
California sea coast, living there along with an assorted half-dozen or so 
others. Not the really way-out bunch, the speed freaks and mainliners from 
the cities, but a pretty far-out gang of guys and gals just the same. Nancy 
had only seen her old girl friend twice, both times on her earlier trips 
back home before she gave up seeing her folks completely, but those two 
times were enough to show her that Cindy Johnston had really changed. 
Michael could only remember her as the sweet, innocent little blonde friend 
of his kid sister, first just a freckly-faced gangly teenager, and then the 
early-blossoming young woman that he fell in love with before he went away 
to San Francisco State for one term and then into the Marines, He still 
refused to believe his younger sister's admonitions that Cindy had become an 
entirely different person. They had kept in touch for a long time, first 
almost daily, then every week or so, and finally, just the one last letter 
he got from her nearly a year ago this month. Michael was not harboring any 
childish notions of some sort of an immediate conciliation or anything so 
absurdly romantic, but he was hoping to at least see her again, to share 
some of the good times and the bad from the last thirty six months apart. 

He turned to his kid sister and took a long appreciative look at her until 
he had to put his eyes back on the road. God, she was a woman now, an 
honest-to-God woman. Nancy had been pretty enough when he decided to try his 
hand at service life, but now she was more than just that girlish tomboy he 
sent cards and presents to. She had developed into a ravishing young woman 
of twenty-one. "Sis," he said, "You still think this is a mistake, don't 
you?" 

Nancy pushed her billowing long blonde hair out of her eyes and turned to 
her older brother, shouting to be heard over the windblast as they raced 
along California Number 101 in his battered Fiat roadster. "It doesn't 
matter what I think, Mike. This is your move and you'll never be really sure 
until you do it. I want to see Cindy again. After all, she was my best 
friend for years, but it's not the same as with you. I sort of understand 
you just have to see if it's all out of your system yet, right?" 

Michael Carlyle nodded, his eyes on the four-lane stretch of asphalt about 
an hour north of San Francisco. "She seemed pretty much the same on the 
telephone, didn't she? I mean, she can't have changed all that much. She's 
still Cindy Johnston, right?" 

"Oh, Mike stop rationalizing! I told you she's like another human being, but 
you'll just have to see for yourself. That's why I'm along. I want you to 
get it out of you once and for all." 

He reached across the transmission hump and clasped his younger sister's 
hand in his. They had always been unusually close, and Mike had never felt 
closer than he had since coming home again. She squeezed his fingers 
affectionately with hers and smiled at him warmly. 

"Don't worry, Mike!" she yelled over the roar of a passing transfer truck 
rig. "It'll all work out, one way or the other, it'll all work out this 
weekend!" 

Mike kept his sister's hand tightly clenched in his own as he raced along 
the open California highway, his other hand on the padded wheeLHis thoughts 
tripped back to the night before last, his first back at home in his 
parents' house. There had been a gala reunion dinner, followed by three or 
four bottles of California Napa Valley champagne, and then everyo.ne had 
turned in for bed, even his mom and dad a bit tipsy for the first time in 
years. He had been readying himself for bed in his old room, now that Dad 
had moved out the boxes of odds and ends that had accumulated there in his 
absence. He couldn't recall what it was for, but he remembered having need 
of something from Nancy's room - a sheet for his bed maybe, or some 
toothpaste. Anyway, he had just rounded the corner and walked right in, just 
like when they were both kids, pushing her half-opened door the rest of the 
way. Mike could feel his cheeks redden even now as he remembered how 
embarrassed he had been, walking in on his grown-up woman of a kid sister 
like that, catching her completely naked. It seemed to embarrass him more 
than it did her, and he was thankful at least that he was wearing 
undershorts, if nothing else. 

Nancy had reached for something to cover herself - not too hurriedly as he 
recalled, and then he found what he came for and excused himself, awkwardly 
still, though Nancy seemed to find it all quite amusing and innocent enough. 
Afterall, he told himself now and a dozen times before, she is my kid 
sister, and there's nothing indecent about seeing her without any clothes. 
But still, the mind-picture of that second in time kept flashing back into 
his thought, and it hounded him that he couldn't get it out of his brain. 
All he could remember was that beautiful womanly body she had, those huge 
richly swelling breasts, her legs long and well-developed . . . God, I've 
got to stop thinking like this! It's not normal, she's my sister! He pulled 
his hand free of hers and downshifted to pass a slowly moving bus, though it 
was not really necessary to change gears. And when he was safely around, 
both his hands stayed firmly on the wheel. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Dinner was over an hour ago for everyone in the big, unpainted house they 
had dubbed Yellow Pine commune. Tonight had been Cindy's turn to wash up, a 
chore the girls divided among them, and she was wading hurriedly into the 
hated task, anxious to get back into the main room where the others were 
scattered about on pillows, on the two old and torn armchairs, or on the 
floor. There were ten young men and women living here at Yellow Pine now, 
one more than last week. And it was this new arrival that was on her mind 
now. His name was Allen and he was from Colorado; and God, was he ever a 
man! Cindy could feel a very real tingling sensation up between her thighs 
as she thought of what might be happening at this very moment back in the 
fire-lit big room. All the girls had been talking since early morning about 
Allen's planned "initiation" into the commune. Actually, there was no formal 
initiation as such, but- it soon became apparent to any man moving into the 
family that he would be expected to prove his manhood . . . and prove it 
well. 

Cindy had talked with Abigail just before dinner, whispering so that the 
others wouldn't hear. For it was Abigail, tall and flowing and scandalously 
redheaded, that the rumor was about. One of the guys had let it slip that 
Allen had his eye on her and by dinner time, it was on everyone's mind, if 
not on their lips. The meal was like all of the others, meatless and made up 
of organically grown vegetables from the garden out behind the house, but 
there had been a cloud of tenseness and anxious anticipation that was heavy 
enough to cut with a table knife. And now it was almost time; time, that is, 
if the rumors were true! There was an understanding here at Yellow Pine, 
unbroken thus far, that no one would push any newcomer into the real action. 
The decision would have to be his or hers, but Cindy, like the others, was 
sure this would be the night. And this would be a sight she didn't want to 
miss. Ordinarily, she could care less about watching somebody else making 
it, but this guy was out of sight! He had a body like a weightlifter and a 
face like a rock idol, and she was hoping the rest of him would be as 
perfect. 

She wiped the water from the last dinner dish and hung the communal apron 
behind the kitchen door, then tip-toed through the darkened dining room, 
around the long table built of roughly cut timber and across the hallway 
into the big main room. There was an ominous quietness from the others and 
Cindy cursed under her breath that she might have missed out on something. 
But when she opened the door and quietly slipped in and settled on a huge 
pillow, she knew she hadn't. Another few seconds and a lighted marijuana 
joint was between her lips and she could finally relax and lean back for the 
excitement . . . she hoped. 

Abigail was sitting on the arm of the new man's chair when Cindy looked 
over, and they seemed to be talking about something as they passed a joint 
of potent grass back and forth between them, lingering at the moment their 
fingers touched electrically. Abigail was stunningly beautiful all of the 
time, but she looked especially good in this flickering firelight that 
spilled over her long, luxuriant red hair. Her face was like that of a 
successful model, completely smooth and perfectly without a trace of any 
kind of make-up. 

Just as if a signal had sounded, all of the buzzing conversation among the 
young people scattered about the huge room stopped instantly as Allen's hand 
began to snake around the redhead's slim waist and along the smooth curve of 
her belly and on up to the curve of her deliciously bulging breast hidden 
beneath her thin peasant blouse. His huge hand clamped like the jaws of a 
steel trap over the soft mound, his fingers squeezing the tender ridges 
through the sheer, nearly transparent fabric of her garment. She offered no 
resistance as his hand slipped inside her blouse. None of the others 
bothered to pretend they weren't watching; in fact, most made no attempt to 
conceal their eagerness. 

It was only a question of time until this inevitability occurred - none of 
the guys who came here ever left without at least trying to make their way 
into the family-like group of free-swinging California souls. No man worth 
the title could have turned down a chance to become part of a group that 
included always at least four or five beautiful young hippie chicks, any of 
whom were his whenever he wished. 

There was a hushed shiver of expectancy filling the dimly lit room now as 
one thought, one anxious desire, occupied everyone's drug-shaped thoughts. 

Someone's whispered sentence stopped in mid-syllable as Allen unbuttoned the 
last of Abigail's buttons and parted the sides of her blouse like the 
curtains of a theater, exposing the incredible lushness of her huge firm 
breasts, ripely bulging in the shimmering glow of the flickering fire. It 
was quickly growing darker outside by the minute and her whole form was lost 
in the lengthening gray shadows, only to be intermittently illuminated with 
the soft caressing orange warmth of the fire. 

Every eye was on Abigail's trim youthful figure as she stood up and allowed 
this newcomer's hands to explore her ripely swelling curves without 
hindrance. She enjoyed moments like this more than anything - ever since 
coming to live in the commune house, her most favored moments had been the 
times when everyone was naked together, like down at the waterfall in Gold 
Creek where she and the others sometimes cooled off with a bit of 
skinny-dipping. She could always feel the goose-bumps on her smooth white 
flesh as the guys looked at her naked like that, and she could almost feel 
their hunger for her as they thirsted after her ravishing young charms. Man, 
how she liked it then, all of them lusting after her like that. . . who 
cared what the other girls thought, they wanted her. And now it was 
happening again. This new man in the group, this super good-looking guy, and 
he wanted her more than any of the others! 

She helped Allen remove her thin blouse with the red and blue embroidered 
trim, tossing it to one side on the floor as the others looked on openly, 
eagerly. 

Abigail looked first at the well-built Allen, sensing the growing passionate 
desire welling in his strong muscular body, then at the others, eagerly 
wallowing in their excitement as she occupied the center of attention 
without a hint of competition. Without wasting another moment, she hurriedly 
unzipped her tightly stretched jeans as a dead hush settled over the huge 
echoing room. She pulled the tight-fitting pants down over her long supple 
thighs, exposing to everyone's eager stares the milky whiteness of her upper 
legs. Then the jeans were past her knees and she kicked them aside, leaving 
only her bikini-style panties covering a thin strip of her remaining flesh 
at the tops of her long smooth legs, her lush pubic mound a tantalizing 
bulge beneath the sheer fabric. 

Grinning contentedly, she sat down on a large, brightly colored pillow near 
her feet and pointed her long bare legs toward the ceiling and eased her 
tight bikini panties sensuously down over the twin globes of her deliciously 
formed ass cheeks and finally, down her legs. She did this slowly, 
teasingly, like the most practiced of professionals, yet she never lost for 
an instant the mouth-watering temptation of her youthful innocence. And then 
she was naked, stripped bare before all of her friends and this newcomer, 
and she could feel her insides knot tensely with excitement and 
anticipation. 

The warm, moist lips of her young cuntal slit came into everyone's view as 
her panties crept over her ivory thighs, and there was an almost 
imperceptible bead of milky liquid poised on the tender flange of her young 
pussy ... it looked like a glistening dew drop on a morning flower. A 
half-dozen or so gasps broke the painful silence as she spread her creamy, 
translucent thighs and turned her offered treasures to the new man, Allen. 
She rocked back on the giant pillow as her hands inched down over the smooth 
flatness of her perfect belly to the soft, hair-fringed ridges of her 
pussy-lips nestled between her widely spread thighs, spreading them like the 
warm halves of a freshly baked roll awaiting butter. 

The tall well-muscled blonde man seemed to need a minute to take this 
incredible good fortune in, but when it hit him, he leaped to his feet like 
someone had poured scalding hot water down his back. With one hand, he 
ripped open his pants and yanked them down his hairy athlete's legs to the 
wooden floor. He was wearing no undershorts, and with the simple act of 
removing that one piece of clothing, he was now standing before Abigail and 
all the others like a Greek god, towering over Abigail's soft white 
innocent-looking body, beads of anxious perspiration already glistening on 
his powerful flesh. 

Abigail's eyes were brazenly staring at the culmination of his potent 
virility, his dangling immense penis. God, it was big enough, all right and 
the naked red head felt a shiver of fear and anticipation race along her 
spine's ridges as she thought of this huge throbbing thing getting bigger 
and harder and then being rammed deep up inside her. 

Allen grinned widely and gripped his rapidly swelling manhood between his 
fingers, his hand cupped around the thickening organ like a man might hold 
an axe handle. He knew she was wondering, just like the others . .. how much 
did he have? Just how big would this newcomer's cock get when he got a real 
hard on? He nearly laughed aloud, for Allen Ames had been through this sort 
of thing before, and the end result was always the same. Always. 

He tried to catch the look in the naked redhead's eyes as his prick began to 
grow ... and grow some more. And still more! He heard a gasp from one of the 
other girls, then a chuckle of tense laughter rippled through the commune 
members as his good-sized penis became something almost gargantuan. It was 
incredible! Abigail thought she had seen some big ones, and felt a few real 
monsters inside her, but nothing like this! 

As this well-hung newcomer suddenly dropped to his knees between her thighs, 
Abigail began to slowly - unconsciously - hunch away from this frightening 
hugeness. But the blonde man was too close to having her to even think of 
being rebuffed now, not to mention how humiliating it would be to lose her 
before all the others. Nothing would stop him from having this gorgeous girl 
lying naked before him like some kind of sultan's love slave, and nothing 
would keep him from proving himself now that he was so close. He wanted a 
place among these free-swinging people here at Yellow Pine, he wanted that 
and more. But first must come this act of proving . . . and prove himself he 
must. 

Allen started at the tempting, inviting lips of her tight young slit, partly 
open as if beckoning him into the sweet moist depths, into the tight 
clasping sheath of her hungry pussy. But an even more tempting idea flashed 
across his mind, something that would make an impression on the others 
better than anything else. Yes, she would satisfy him, all right, and she 
would feel the thick turgidness of his cock lodged like a crowbar up in her 
belly, but first she would bring him pleasure in another way. 

As the confused redhead just looked up at him in bewilderment, he pushed her 
back onto the pillow behind her and straddled her, pinning her between his 
knees as he knelt over her quivering nakedness, his hard thickly-distended 
cock jutting out like the bowsprit of a sailboat from the brushy clump in 
the middle of his muscular pelvis, dangling just inches from Abigail's face 
as the others sat anxiously on the edge of their seats and pillows, 
excitedly awaiting the newcomer's next move. His painfully swollen testicles 
dangled low between his strong thighs, nearly brushing the crinkly tips of 
her firm bulging breasts as he crouched over her. 

It was more than obvious what he wanted her to do, and Abigail was not the 
one to back down in front of her friends. She was afraid, more than a 
little, of what this immense masculine flesh might do to her if he decided 
to ram it down her throat, but she couldn't wiggle out of this now. And 
besides, she didn't want to! 

With his right hand, his fingers curled around the immense shaft, he slowly 
pulled back the protective sheath of heavy blood-veined flesh, exposing for 
the first time, the immense, bulbous head of his penis as it slipped wetly 
from its thick covering. 

He brushed it lightly over her quivering lips - was she trembling from fear 
or excitement, or was it a combination of both? - as she closed her eyes, 
lids fluttering, and nearly gagged as the huge cock slithered between her 
wide-stretched lips, brushing over her tongue until the swollen head rammed 
against the back of her throat, filling her mouth so completely that she 
could only breathe through her nostrils. 

With quick, rhythmic movements of his naked, exercise-hardened loins, the 
huge man rocked his mammoth organ in and out of Abigail's tautly-ovaled 
lips. Back and forth, in and out, until... in a torrent of unsuppressed 
warmth, Allen grunted and came, emptying the first of many seething hot 
loads into the naked redhead's sucking wet mouth as spurt after spurt of 
warm thick sperm dribbled down her greedily gulping passage. Abigail sucked 
and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, until every precious drop was gulped 
deep into her belly where it sloshed lasciviously as if awaiting more. And 
more was exactly what she wanted ... hungered for! 

Allen yanked the rubbery head from the girl's clasping lips, and she 
released it reluctantly. He squirmed back.until he was once again between 
her thighs, then shoved the wetly gleaming head of his still-hard cock into 
her moist, yielding slit, cramming it in tightly until it sank between the 
warm ragged flanges with a wet sucking noise as she pulled his virile 
thickness up into her belly. 

He gasped aloud as he felt his shaft burrow deep in her hungrily clasping 
tunnel and he could feel the soft warm walls of her vagina ripple aside as 
his thick shaft probed deep up inside her belly. She moaned soulfully as he 
fucked into her, pistoning into the naked young redhead's cunt with 
quickening, strengthening thrusts, probing the untried depths of her 
womanhood where no man had ever reached before. 

"Oooooh, yes. .. fuck me, please! Fuck me hard, damn you, fuck me!" 

Beneath his weight, her softly yielding breasts were smashed fiat against 
her chest, and her rounded buttocks squirmed from side to side in an effort 
to relieve the ecstasy-pain of his fast, punishing strokes. Her face was 
flushed and streaked with tears of joy and anguish as an occasional sharp 
cry of pain punctuated her low, soulful moans. 

His immense penis slipped in with greater and greater ease until it was 
firmly and moistly embedded in the young redhead's tender crevice as far as 
it would go up between her widespread legs. 

Allen's big, meaty hands explored every inch of her writhing, sweat-soaked 
body, clutching it all over in his intense furious passion. He shoved one 
hand under her outstretched leg and fondled her quivering young breast, 
tweaking her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He dragged 
his hands along her smooth body, over the gentle swell of her narrow hips 
and under her upturned buttocks, cupping one hand in each huge hand. He 
squeezed them tightly, then moved his thighs up against her naked 
ass-cheeks, feeling with his own fingers the rock-hard length of his thick 
cock slithering wetly and loudly between the fleshy nibbling lips of her 
cunt. 

His stiffened middle finger poked the taut, hard ring of her anus, the tiny 
puckered opening tightly clenching shut as he prodded the forbidden orifice. 

With rapid, vicious snaps of his loins, he shoved his lust-hardened penis 
deep between the soft wet walls of her vagina. As the enlarged head of his 
cock burrowed far inside the warm depths of her cuntal channel, he quickly 
and forcefully rammed his finger into the tightly resisting anal ring. The 
young girl's mouth opened wide, but not a sound came out as Abigail resisted 
the killing urge to scream her lungs out. 

His tensing and untensing buttocks slowed to strong slow thrusts while he 
squirmed his knees in tight up against her nakedly upturned buttocks as if 
he wanted to tunnel completely through her squirming pussy and come out her 
backside. He pushed her thighs even further apart, contorting her supple 
young body unbelievably, her long flailing legs almost at harsh right angles 
to her writhing body. 

With every deep, grinding push, he shoved his rigid middle finger into the 
tightly puckered opening of her anus, plundering her from both holes in a 
lewd rhythm that had the commune members gasping. He could feel his own 
rigidly stiffened cock sliding over the length of his finger, separated by 
only the thin membrane of flesh between her cunt and her anus. 

Abigail's ecstatic cries were growing louder now and her voice was laced 
with the unmistakable trappings of a rising lascivious excitement wresting 
control of her wantonly squirming body. She circled her parched lips with 
the tip of her tongue, her eyes wide with a sudden lustful abandonment. 

"Ooooohhhh, that's it, baby, that's it! Oh, it feels so good deep inside me 
like that, so good!" 

His pumping hips slowed .. . slowed ... slowed, each plunging thrust shoved 
to the last throbbing inch deep in her ravenous passage. He snapped his hips 
forward in one last grinding lunge, as his second torrential blast of 
seething hot cum blasted from his balls. It was just the trigger the 
vivacious, naked redhead needed. 

"Aaaaaaa! Goddamn, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she shouted for everyone to 
hear, her back arched off the pillows, her orgasmic strength pushing herself 
and her lover high into the air. "Aaaaaaggghhh!" 

And then it was over. Over two of them. They lay there helplessly, breathing 
in short gasping breaths as the others sat motionless, so stunned by the 
lewd performance that they were powerless to move or to speak. And then a 
ripple moved through the boys and girls of Yellow Pine, the rustle of 
clothes coming off, the panting of passion-filled young bodies becoming 
naked and eager. 

And another wild night at the Yellow Pine commune was in full swing. ... 

CHAPTER THREE 

Nancy and Michael prudently decided to spend the night at the Redwood Hotel 
in nearby Mendocino, but for reasons of their own: Mike preferred to come 
face to face with Cindy after all this time under the best of conditions, 
not after a tiring ride in an open sports car, road-soiled and tousled, his 
clothes wrinkled. And Nancy simply went along with whatever her older 
brother wanted; she had made up her mind not to argue, whatever the outcome. 

They were in the mud and gravel driveway of the Yellow Pine house about 
eleven the next morning, neither of them speaking, and both of them anxious 
and excited. And maybe just a little bit fearful. 

It was quickly apparent that his sister's warnings had been well founded. 
Cindy had indeed changed. That much Mike decided secretly in one quick 
appraisal. He had called from a pay phone in the sleepy artists' colony of 
Mendocino and Cindy was waiting in the doorway of the rustic old house that 
had been, in succession, a millionaire's sporting lodge, a commercial resort 
lodge, and now, a home to a ragged band of urban runaways and exiles. 

Their greetings were cautious, outwardly warm and friendly, but with that 
sharp edge of icy wariness painfully apparent beneath the shallow exterior. 

"Mike, how are you?" the long-haired blonde cried enthusiastically. He 
returned her hug and stepped back to look her over. 

"Fine, Cindy, just fine, and yourself?" 

She paused and looked into his brown eyes, her own eyes wide and sparkling, 
yet not all revealing like they once were. He remembered that Cindy always 
had that youthful gleam of innocence in her deep blue eyes, eyes that 
betrayed her every thought, her every emotion. That, he noticed immediately, 
was gone now. "I'm great, Mike, never been better." Cindy turned her gaze to 
Mike's younger sister. "Hey, it's really fine to see you again, Nancy. I've 
really missed you." 

"I've missed you, too, Cindy. It hasn't been the same in Fresno without you 
around." 

"They got nobody to talk about, huh?" inquired the hippie-looking girl, 
smiling, but her hidden feelings poking through her words like bones through 
flesh. Cindy had never been happy in her home town, she had always ached for 
something else. Something she considered better. And Nancy would always be 
part of that past she wanted to forget. Nancy was a reminder, a living 
reminder, of all she had hated so much in that sun-parched valley town, even 
though they had once been friends. 

The three of them, Mike, his kid sister and his old girlfriend, spent the 
rest of the day exploring the heavily wooded countryside of Mendocino County 
near the commune's house. Crammed together in the one pair of bucket seats 
in the Fiat, they roamed the backroads of the redwood country, 
criss-crossing back and forth across the coast mountains until they finally 
descended to the coast highway and wound their way back to the commune along 
the cliffs of the Pacific. 

It was nearly dark when they arrived and some of the other members had 
returned from working in the organic garden behind the house, others from 
part-time jobs in the larger towns over the mountains inland. The ones who 
did not work outside the house had finished the day's chores and everything 
was ready for dinner when they returned. 

Cindy briefly introduced the newcomers all around, and Mike was impressed 
with their friendliness and openness. He had to laugh at himself for what he 
had been thinking - that he would meet a bunch of hopped-up drug freaks who 
couldn't communicate other than in an occasional grunt. Or that maybe they 
would all be running around naked, fornicating like a bunch of monkeys at 
the zoo. After all, they were only people like himself, most about his age. 
He was visibly relaxed now, more at ease and quite willing to accept Cindy's 
new friends on their own terms. 

Dinner was Mike's first introduction to vegetarian fare, and again he was 
surprised to find that it was not nearly so bland and inadequate as he had 
guessed. In fact he found himself completely full and satisfied after 
finishing, but without that bloated feeling so common to meat-centered 
meals. One of the girls, introduced to him only as Abigail, passed around a 
pipe full of Middle Eastern hashish after dinner, and Mike did not refuse. 
Like most anyone growing up in America in the sixties, he had tried 
Marijuana and hashish a couple of times. He could take it or leave it, but 
this time he felt it best to just be one of the guys. He noticed though that 
his sister Nancy evidenced no hesitancy - she took the pipe with a practiced 
grip and inhaled the powerful smoke into her lungs and held it there. He 
shook his head. Just another discovery about his kid sister, more evidence 
that she was more a woman now than the little girl he had left behind when 
he went away. 

Cindy showed them to a room they were to share on the second floor, one 
outfitted as a guest room for the frequent drop-ins which was part of 
commune life everywhere. There were two mattresses on the floor and a few 
scattered Japanese-style bamboo mats. Posters from past Fillmore and Avalon 
Ballroom concerts were stapled and thumb-tacked to the walls. 

Nancy somewhat unconvincingly confessed that she was tired and that she was 
turning in early, if that was all right. Mike could see through her ruse 
like a wisp of smoke, but he was grateful that Nancy was so considerate. He 
did indeed want to talk to Cindy alone; alone, that is, if there was a place 
in this whole big house that was not filled with people, scattered kids and 
dogs and cats. 

"It's not what I expected, Cindy, I have to confess," Mike said. "No, it's 
not so bad at all. Maybe a better life than most have, when you get right 
down to it." They were in Cindy's room, the one she shared with Abigail and, 
on occasion, one or another of the young men from the communal family. But 
that was something she would save for later. She would have to break Mike in 
gradually to her new life, that she could see. He could probably accept most 
any part of it, the free-life style, the grass, the communal living. But not 
the sex . . . she knew that would be impossible for Mike, or at least for 
the old Mike she remembered. Anything but the sex! There Michael Carlyle was 
still living back in high school, back in Fresno in the early sixties. And 
Cindy was most definitely a child of the seventies. 

"I missed you, Mike," she said unexpectedly after looking at him a long 
while, unashamed feeling in her richly blue eyes. "I really did. I guess I'm 
all over it now, but I really couldn't look at another guy after you left." 

"Your letters would never have given you away," he answered dryly. 

Cindy shook her head, letting her long blonde hair fall down over her 
downcast face. "I know ... but I suppose I was just too proud to admit I was 
hung up on one guy like that." Her smile returned as suddenly as it had 
vanished. "But let's not go through all that again. It's part of the past 
and I live for now. How about you?" "I suppose I do too." 

Cindy grasped his hand as he sat beside her on the larger bed in the room. 
"Mike, maybe we could pick up some of the pieces, huh? I mean, not like 
before, but different, you understand?" 

He was getting the message, all right, only he did not know how to respond. 
Her thigh was like fire next to his leg and he wanted more than anything to 
grab both her arms and throw her back on the bed and make love to her like 
they used to - wildly, savagely, like a couple of animals. Good God, Jiow it 
would feel to have her again after all these years! 

As if reading his thought, she whispered, "It's been a long time for us, 
Mike ... a long, long time." She slipped her fingers in between the buttons 
on his shirt and teasingly brushed over the hairs on his chest. Below his 
belt, inside his pants, he could feel his penis stiffen like concrete 
setting, poking up so hard through his undershorts that he honestly felt it 
might break through. 

Cindy noticed it too and wasted not an instant taking advantage. He was 
following the script she'd layed out so carefully just as if he had 
rehearsed the part. "I see you missed me," she murmured, taking her cue 
expertly, her hand settling on his wildly pulsating hardness with the 
jolting electricity of a blast of summer lightning. It felt like a million 
tiny pin pricks all jabbing into him at once. Painful, yet deliciously so. 

Without another word, Cindy pulled his zipper down slightly past the thick 
woolly pubic hair on his abdomen, yanking it anxiously as it stalled near 
the end of the metal slide. His breath froze in his lungs as her fingers 
made maddening contact with the hardened shaft of his cock, and he was 
powerless to move, to speak. 

Finally he regained a fraction of his composure. "Are you sure, Cindy? It's 
been a long time and L want is as much as you but..." 

She impishly pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh, just relax. It's just 
like you to start worrying. If you dig it, do it, right?" 

A chill rippled through him and he was not at all certain of himself... or 
of Cindy! Sure, he'd been to bed with her plenty of times, but somehow it 
didn't seem the same. It was true, she was indeed a new person, and he was 
this close to balling her . . . a whole new person. 

He glanced anxiously at the closed door. 

"Don't give it a second thought," she whispered reassuringly. "Abigail is in 
Mendocino now and nobody else would just barge in." Actually, that was the 
truth, but it was not for reasons of common privacy that such a rule existed 
at Yellow Pine. A closed door meant one thing - fucking, and everyone knew 
enough to respect it. But Mike did not have to know that - not now anyway. 

Mike reached behind her and placed his hands on the warm curve of her 
buttocks. They were every bit as finely sculpted and- firm as he remembered 
and her lush young body was incredibly, sensuously, warm against his as if 
she were literally burning inside. She met his lips tenderly as her fingers 
closed around the thickly swollen hardness of his penis. Her lips gave in 
like a soft cushion and her tongue darted into his mouth tauntingly, 
slipping between his teeth. She crawled onto him, crushing the length of her 
young supple body against his and squirmed furiously against him before 
pulling away, smashing the delectable globes of her warm eager breasts 
against his heaving chest. 

She stood up and quickly undressed, tossing her blouse and bell-bottomed 
jeans casually aside in a deft move of surprising innocence. Mike could not 
suppress the gasp of pleased surprise that suddenly came over him as he 
basked in the offered loveliness of her nakedness. She wore not a stitch 
beneath her jeans and shirt, nothing. And if it were possible, she was even 
better looking than he remembered her. Her lusciously smooth curves had 
become more womanly, richer and fuller, and her breasts were heavier, yet 
still exceptionally high and firm, her crinkly pink nipples deliciously 
erect and inviting, hard and softly quivering under his slow, overall 
appraisal. As she moved, her breasts rocked a little from side to side, and 
they swung into each other like overfilled bags of warm water. The muscles 
in her thighs rippled slightly like those of a lioness as she stalked her 
prey, and the ridge of her hipbones showed ever so slightly in two tiny 
peaks. Perfect handholds, he said to himself, one at each side of the sparse 
tuft of blonde pussy hair beneath her flat belly. He thought about that warm 
beckoning crevice concealed up there between her ivory-smooth legs and how 
fantastically wonderful it would feel to slip his lust-stiffened cock into 
those hot liquid depths, warm and clinging like honey. 

He stripped off his clothes without hesitation and groped for her hungrily, 
gasping out loud at the surging touch of their two super-heated bodies. Her 
hands searched down over his nakedly excited body, exploring all the 
muscular hollows, probing, caressing... fondly reacquainting herself with 
every inch of his sinewy, muscular maleness. His erect and pulsing penis 
snapped up between her cozy thighs as they ground together, and he let it 
rest there, brushing lightly and teasingly against the juicy pussy lips and 
soft resilient pubic hair nestled up between her silken thighs. 

Mike ran his hands along the curve of her bare spine, tracing the ridges of 
her backbone and he followed it to where her flesh suddenly dipped and 
dimpled, then flowered into the firm twin mounds of her buttocks. She had 
certainly managed to keep her body in magnificent shape, her skin seemed to 
mirror an animal strength trembling just beneath the surface. He wondered if 
those luscious soft thighs of hers still could grip him as powerfully as 
they used to . . . and he felt himself shiver as he realized that of course 
they could. 

"Oh, Mike, you're so handsome . . . nobody ever turned me on like you do, 
honest!" He felt himself wince at her well-intended words. Of course, she 
had other men since he left her to go into the service. He could not have 
expected otherwise, but still the thought of her like this-naked and 
expectant-with another man was like a knife in his groin. 

She kissed him again and again, her tongue probing hungrily over and into 
his mouth, her naked hips writhing passionately against his. Her fingernails 
dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny tracks of crimson as evidence of her 
growing desires. He gripped the fleshy mounds of her buttocks, pulling them 
toward him, rubbing his long aching cock agonizingly between her closed 
thighs. 

"Damn it, Mike, I need you ... I need you to fuck me now! I've got to have 
it!" 

Scissored tightly together, fused flesh upon flesh as one, they fell onto 
the bed, locked in a surge of passion. Her fingers slipped along his bare 
muscular belly and guided his throbbing penis toward the wetly quivering 
lips of her cunt. She was already moaning into his face, her eyes clenched 
shut in a mask of pleasure-pain, her hips groping and grinding ravenously 
for satisfaction. 

Mike entered her frantically, with a blind rush and-the moist passionate 
grip of her hot little pussy was as he remembered, surprisingly tight and 
clasping like a heated velvet glove clutching at his painfully throbbing 
cock as he rammed it into her wet tightness. 

His penis slid up into her, a little painfully at first because his cock was 
thicker and a bit longer than average, hurting along its whole, hard length 
from her tight clasping grip . . .and then it began pistoning salaciously in 
and out, easier now as her cuntal sheath adjusted, secreted, accepted. 

Cindy let out a muffled gasp, choking for renewed air, and he . thrust right 
up into her savagely so that their loins" bruised and ground together wetly, 
lubricated with the warm flowing wetness that oozed around his frantically 
pumping cock and eased its entry like a river of warm melted butter. 

She strained back under him, arching her loins up at his, lifting them both 
off the bed with little strain. Moaning now like a tortured animal, she 
squirmed and writhed incessantly under him, her buttocks gripping tightly 
the loose sheet thrown over the mattress as she ground down against it. She 
bit his lips, nibbled at his neck, snaked her probing tongue into his mouth, 
turned away gasping for air, then dame back for more, again and again. 

"Your f-finger, darling ..." she gasped hoarsely, her voice rising and 
falling with his cock's rhythmic thrust far up into her belly. 

"What? I don't understand." 

"Stick it, aaawwww . . . s-stick it up my ass while you fuck me," she 
coughed passionately. The words were harsh and they" caught him by surprise 
- this was something he had never done before. And for a moment, though 
still screwing her frantically, he was sickened by the thought of another 
man teaching her this wanton trick, another man with his finger up her ass, 
up his girl's ass. The change in his thinking was so subtle that he failed 
to sense it himself, but he was hooked again, caught like a prize fish by 
Cindy's'erotic charms, just as before. 

He reached under her, between her soft buttery ass cheeks as he stroked 
steadily into her moistiy sucking vaginal sheath. He spread her buttocks 
apart, felt her passion - moistened pubic hair, found her tightly puckered 
ring and apprehensively thrust his finger in. It eased in a little at first, 
entering with a soft popping sound, then all the way in to the last joint as 
she gave another deep soulful moan and screwed her buttocks back against his 
pleasure-giving finger. He moved his finger around in the velvety channel of 
her rectum and heard her choke painfully as his fingernail caught in the 
delicate soft flesh. Then she grunted and squirmed down on it again, lewdly 
offering her forbidden anal passage for his digital exploration. 

Mike's loins were wound tightly like a coiled spring and his penis felt as 
big as a tree-limb, as if it was growing out of control and would continue 
to grow until he lunged one last time and thrust right through her, out her 
mouth. It expanded and contracted as if hooked to a pump, throbbing visibly 
and painfully with every agonizing swell. 

She held him tightly in her strong thighs, clamping them around his hips, 
loosening them, clenching them tightly again and again. 

He could hear her cursing under her rapid gasping breath, something else he 
had never seen her do, and her face was suddenly deeply flushed, the veins 
in her neck standing out like steel-blue cords as her sharp nails raked 
across his back and shoulders painfully over and over. 

She murmured something hoarsely and he did not hear her at first. "I'm 
almost there, lover, I'm just about to cum!" she gasped again, then began to 
repeat the magical words over and over until her words fused together in one 
passionate chant. She pulled back her thighs, presenting him with a 
stretched and wide-open crevice Of wet pink flesh at the very core of her 
body. Her legs slid up and over his shoulders. She ground her crotch up 
against his with bruising force, her lewdly grinding buttocks arched high 
off the sofa to meet his deeply burrowing thrusts into her very womb. Her 
eyes were open wide now, but glazed as if she was drugged and her mouth hung 
open limply. She gave a sudden animal cry and impaled herself suicidally 
onto his hard, desire-swollen penis and held herself there, lifting him 
boldly off the bed while her sweat-soaked loins worked feverishly up and 
down on his deliriously spearing cock. 

"Oh, Goddamn . . . I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING! OOOOHHHHHHH!" The breath 
exploded from her lungs and she collapsed under him, falling back against 
the mattress as his full weight came crashing down onto her nakedness. She 
was as limp as an unstarched shirt and she lay there quivering, her breasts 
heaving as she struggled to fill her lungs with air. 

Mike was more than a little worried for a moment, for it seemed that he 
might really have hurt her, but after a couple of minutes, his cock still 
inside her and as rigid and eager as ever, she began to revive. 

She looked at him with that purring look of women everywhere who have been 
totally satisfied, her eyes then closed and she clutched him tight against 
her as he burrowed a little deeper into her wetly twitching cunt. 

"Baby, that was out 'a sight! You're really great, you know!" 

She gasped again as he snapped his loins like the handle of a great bull 
whip and shuddered his long hard penis to the hilt once more in her ravaged 
pussy, ramming it tightly and viciously between her swollen cuntal lips. 

"Honey, please don't cum in me. . . I haven't used anything, okay?" 

"No, I don't mind," he lied, his very words reflecting his immense 
disappointment. His balls were a seething cauldron of white hot sperm and 
they threatened to explode at any instant into her belly in a torrent of 
relief. 

Cindy sensed his frustration immediately and said, "I know what I can do, 
lover. Turn over on your back and baby'll fix you real good." 

Mike rolled over on his back, squirming in between Cindy's glistening naked 
body and the bed. He slipped out of her moist cuntal grip with an audible 
pop that he was sure echoed throughout the whole commune house. His penis 
slanted straight up toward the ceiling as he lay on his back and felt unsure 
exactly what the naked blonde girl had in mind for him, but not planning to 
resist whatever it was. 

She leaned over him, tenderly stroking the stiffened organ, first with one 
hand and then with both, pumping it gingerly and letting its wet gleaming 
length slide between her cupped fingers. She brought her lips down to it 
eagerly, breathlessly, and warmly fastened them around the throbbing, 
blood-filled head with a moan of ecstasy. When the jarring awareness of what 
she was doing finally registered, it was just like he had received a massive 
burst of adrenalin. He felt his whole body tense in unbridled anticipation. 
She held his cock in one hand and began to suck on. it like it was a long 
hard chunk of delicious candy, steadily, hungrily, rhythmically, up and down 
with a swirling movement of her tongue at the apex of each loving stroke. 

His loins tensed as he looked down at the sight of the action and that made 
it all so much more wickedly exciting. She began to suck a little harder, 
sometimes giving him a tiny, teasing nibble, or scraping the thick fleshy 
shaft with her teeth. His penis Was white where her teeth had been and 
blood-purple on the lustfully-pulsing tip. 

Cindy released her grip on his cock and placed both hands under his 
buttocks, lifting'him up as she slid her ovaled lips up and down on his 
cock. His penis disappeared completely down her warmly sucking throat 
passage and he wondered why it didn't choke her, but she clearly knew what 
she was doing... she was a master of this sort of thing. If he had really 
thought about it, he would have worried - like he had worried how she knew 
that trick with the finger up her rectum - but the exquisite pleasure was so 
great that such thoughts lasted but brief fleeting seconds in his whirling 
brain. 

Her rough tongue with its coarse swiping lick was making the head of his 
penis vibrate and quiver as if it were coming alive. He stiffened his hips, 
crossed his legs, clamped his muscular thighs tight together as if maybe he 
could squeeze the flood of scalding hot sperm back into his aching 
testicles. He could actually feel the movement stirring in his balls as if 
he had to urinate, but couldn't. He watched her face working over his loins, 
her lips being stretched out incredibly, clinging to his long swollen cock, 
sucking it ravenously. He pushed his loins right up at her face, arching his 
body from his waist to his toes, and her voraciously nibbling lips gulped in 
every' inch of his throbbing manhood. His own 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 her mouth, emptying down her throat in 
a seething flood of cum, and he tried to hold it back. Maybe he shouldn't 
let it get like that. . . maybe she was going to stop before he shot off 
like a water cannon, before it was too late. But he knew it was nearly 
beyond his control, that any second now it would all be over. Strained 
noises made their way from his lungs and he rammed his hips as high as they 
would go, cramming every inch of his wildly pulsating cock down her clasping 
throat, but she showed no sign of stopping. Only a few seconds more . . . 
just a few .. . now-.. now! 

His hips writhed uncontrollably and his vision seemed to blur as the 
delicious agony grew more and more unbelievable. His eyes opened on a 
fantasy vision of her lovely young lips tightly pursed around his aching 
penis, sucking voraciously, his own body straining to hold back the 
inevitable. A gasp broke finally from his parched throat. 

"Aaaaggghh," he moaned, and moaned again and again, as his hands grabbed her 
head near the ears like a melon, and he shoved her hungrily sucking mouth 
down hard into his maniacally jerking cock. His breath caught and he 
shuddered as his cum filled balls emptied their precious fluid in a stinging 
jet of white sticky sperm, racing along the swollen length of his shaft. She 
continued sucking greedily as every drop emptied down her throat, licking 
every moist bit from the madly-throbbing head of his cock. 

Finally, his tender, sore penis began deflating in her flodded throat, but 
she continued nibbling on it, sucking clean every last drop of his 
life-giving sperm. He gave a heaving sigh and flopped back onto the bed, 
exhausted and completely spent. For a long while, he lay there motionless, 
her head flat against his belly, her tongue still lashing out occasionally 
at the smooth flaccid head of his emptied organ. Then she slithered like a 
snake up along his naked body, rubbing her tender sensitive nipples along 
his bare skin until her lips found his. 

They kissed lovingly for a long time, and Mike could taste the strange 
tanginess of his own cum still flavoring her lips and mouth. 

She got up slowly and rearranged the crumpled sheets and Mike lay there 
contentedly, his arms folded behind his head. Her body was truly 
magnificent, he assured himself as he watched her move around the room, 
still naked, gleaming with a blend of their perspiration. "This is the place 
for me, Cindy. I think I could stay right here forever with you." 

Cindy felt a pang of remorse as she remembered that Mike still did not know 
about the rules here, about the sharing of. . . well, of everything. But she 
knew this was not the time to tell him. There'd be plenty of chances, maybe 
tomorrow. 

She watched him lying there and in a surprisingly short time saw his 
lifeless penis begin to quiver and jerk into eager hardness again. She 
smiled to herself at the prospect of a long, long night. No, Mike would not 
be going back to the guest room tonight.. . that was for certain! 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Mike deliberately avoided his sister's eyes as they all gathered for a 
breakfast of whole wheat pancakes and blackstrap molasses in the morning. He 
knew what was going on in her mind, or could guess that he did, and he just 
simply did not care to have her conscience as well as his own to contend 
with so soon after last night. Not that he was sorry for what had happened, 
never that in a million years. But fucking Cindy had caused him to become 
even more hopelessly confused than he had been when he had left Fresno. Yes, 
Cindy was different! Yes, she had changed into a wholly different young 
woman than the girl he had left behind. And yes, too, he still got a twist 
in his guts every time he thought about her. 

He was growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute through the commune 
family's leisurely breakfast, indulging his paranoic fantasies as he 
imagined that everyone at the table was looking at him, that somehow they 
all knew about last night. Sure, they all had heard it all, or maybe they 
watched, giggling at his awkwardness, through some hidden peephole. But his 
worries were soon done away with as Gindy went through the introductions now 
that everyone was around, including a few he had met briefly yesterday. One 
by one, these nameless strangers, longer-haired and shaggier dressed than 
he, became real people, friendly people. And he felt even more strongly that 
this was where he belonged; not for the reasons he had experienced last 
night, but for sounder ones now in the light of day. 

Cindy sounded them off and capsuled their backgrounds like a disc jockey 
introducing a group of rock stars and pretty quickly all the names and facts 
and funny stories just fused together, to be sorted through later. But a few 
people stuck immediately in his thoughts, including the one of the "family" 
who seemed to dislike him. He could sense it, it was some kind of animal 
thing, an instinct rather than a logical thought. It was the one Cindy 
introduced as Allen, a newcomer like himself, she said, but somehow it was 
just all wrong between them, that kind of reverse magnetism that simply 
happens sometimes between people. Mike tried to put it out of his mind and 
think about the others, the open and friendly ones. 

There was Cindy's friend, Abigail, of course, who had come to the Yellow 
Pine commune about the same time as Cindy. Abigail was the only daughter of 
one of America's flying aces from World War Two, now a retired Air Force 
colonel and president of a big aerospace electronics firm in Orange County, 
California. He had chased after her, naturally, when she suddenly dropped 
out of Bryn Mawr and married a drummer with a west coast rock band she had 
met when they played near the campus. The marriage, like most of Abigail's 
dalliances, was short-lived, something just over three weeks. They had never 
bothered with a divorce, to technically, she was still married, but 
"hubbie," wherever he was, had not been heard from for over a year. 

Melanie Bover was another of the girls at Yellow Pine who had been around as 
long as Cindy and Abigail. Melanie was short and suggestively busty, and 
before breakfast was finished, Mike knew that she was a product of 
Appalachia, that she had run away from a depraved step-father at fourteen, 
that she had been one of the earlier San Francisco groupies, and that the 
blonde-haired little boy of about five beside her was hers from her ex "old 
man" in Los Angeles. Mike could not help thinking that she somehow seemed 
tired and worn-out at the tender age of twenty-three. 

Two more, a boy and a girl, seemed to be sort of together, or as together as 
anyone was here at Yellow Pine. He was Dave Richer, a runaway rich kid like 
Abigail, but he differed in that he had run afoul of the law once or twice 
in Chicago, something about drugs, and he had come here on the advice of a 
friend, now moved on, with Janie Levitz, a very Jewish-looking chick with 
long straight black hair and an inordinate passion for organic gardening and 
preaching the inexhaustible merits of health foods and the poisons of 
commercial produce. She was nice enough, maybe a bit intense for his tastes, 
but still obviously open and friendly. 

There were others, not so memorable perhaps, but Mike couldn't help coming 
back to Allen. There was something about the guy, some kind of memory maybe, 
or just an association. Maybe it was his face and his Muscle-Beach good 
looks that put him off, or... no, there was something real and definite, but 
Mike was just unable to find it in his thoughts. Later, he assured himself, 
later. But he simply couldn't push aside that nagging notion that he had 
seen this guy somewhere before. 

Nancy stayed behind to talk with Janie about growing tomatoes without 
pesticides, and Mike hiked down to Gold Creek with Cindy and Abigail to cool 
off in the crystal waters of the creek. The wide, surging stream was named 
for an abortive mining attempt just upstream, as Abigail explained while 
they negotiated the mossy Redwood shaded trail that led through the narrow, 
steeply-banked watershed and down to the stream itself. Someone had made a 
dam out of the stream-bed rocks and a couple of fallen tree trunks and now 
there was a place to swim nearly neck-deep and a waterfall as the cold clear 
water tumbled over the homemade dam. The logs and the rocks jammed around 
them were coated with slick pea-green algae, making an attempt at entering 
the pool more an adventure than a bath. 

"Last one in's a Republican!" shouted Cindy quite suddenly, and within a 
fraction of a second, both of the young girls had started to undress. Mike 
became quickly and embarrassingly aware of his predicament, but there was 
little or nothing he could do, short of refusing and looking like some kind 
of hillbilly in front of Cindy and her girlfriend. "C'mon, Mike, you 
chicken?" Cindy taunted, her blouse already over her head and her ripely 
swollen breasts standing free and proud in the sunlight that filtered down 
from the magestic tress overhead. A pencil-shaft beam of intense yellow 
brightness burst through the redwoods and onto her Venus-like torso as she 
tossed her thin blouse onto the grass and began to loosen her jeans. 

Mike stood there dumbly, mesmerized as the two girls undressed in front of 
him. They were so casual about it, as if this was nothing! He envied them 
their openness, their seeming lack of false modesty and he wished it were 
only so simple for himself. 

Abigail had tied her long thick red hair back with an elastic band and had 
unbuttoned her mini-dress down the front completely. It was an effort to 
keep from gasping at her incredible sensuousness as she so calmly, so 
matter-of-factly stripped down to the bare flesh right in front of him. 
"Aren't you going to join us, Mike?" she asked, and he wondered if it was 
his imagination or did her eyelids really flutter as she spoke. She looked 
directly into his eyes for an answer as she hung her dress on a low branch 
and, bending just slightly so that her full tender breasts dangled 
temptingly beneath her, tugged her tightly-fitting panties down her milky 
white thighs and finally over her ankles. She hung them with her dress and, 
giving Mike one last unmistakable glance, turned and tip-toed her way to the 
water's edge over the rocky bank. "You'll be sorry if you don't come on in!" 
she yelled and then dove flatly into the cool clear pool, throwing up a 
fountain of spray that splashed all over Cindy as she finished pulling off 
the last of her clothes. 

"I'll fix you for that, Abigail!" she shrieked, rivulets of icy mountain 
water streaming down her face and dripping between her high-perched breasts 
and down onto the flat plane of her girlish belly. "Just wait 'til I get in 
there!" And with that she leaped clear of the last rocky ledge adjoining the 
pool's edge and entered the water with a resounding smacking noise that 
echoed through the stillness of the virginal forest. 

Mike's thoughts wandered, reeled, as he tried to take it all in ... two 
beautiful girls, both of them naked, cavorting like a coufle of otter pups 
here in this secluded glen. Christ, it's just too much to be real! I must 
have died and gone to heaven! 

He remembered a story he had once read about a pleasure palace in old San 
Francisco where the girls swam and played in a marble pool before the 
appraising stares of their potential customers. But he quickly put that 
flippant notion from his mind - Cindy was his girl, not both of them, and it 
wouldn't do to forget it. Jesus, with that temper of hers, no telling what 
might happen if he were to forget himself and make any kind of move toward 
the redhead. Still, there was no denying that the idea kind of hung there; 
she was, after all, an incredibly good-looking woman and any man would have 
to be crazy or queer to look at her like this and not think of what his 
chances might be in bed with her. 

"Hey, are you gonna' stand there and ogle us or come in?!" shouted Cindy, 
Snd his face turned the color of a summer sunset as he realized he had 
indeed been standing there staring for quite a time. "No, I'm coming! Just 
thought I'd let you two warm it up a bit first!" 

"We were hoping you might do that for us, handsome!" Abigail answered back 
with a grin. Only Mike was not so sure her words were all meant as a joke. 
He was more than a bit reluctant as he hurriedly undressed and edged to the 
water self-consciously. Damn, they could have at least looked the other way, 
he said to himself as they both stared at him openly. He felt like a 
goldfish in a room full of cats as he made his way to the diving surface of 
a flat rock bordering the swimming hole, but he managed to keep something 
resembling a smile on his face until he was relatively protected in the 
rippling grip of the cold water. He felt his breath leave his lungs in one 
gulp as he shattered the surface with a belly-flopper, but he soon recovered 
and paddled over to where the girls were standing, chin-deep, on a submerged 
boulder. 

"Didn't think you'd do it," said Cindy, moving closer to him so that their 
naked bodies brushed occasionally beneath the water. He could feel the rigid 
peaks of her nipples under the surface as they tingled over his chest. 

Mike backed instinctively away from her, ashamed of his own embarrassment at 
her boldness, though his whole body ached with desire to grab her and press 
her own soft fragrant flesh into his. "Uh, it really is cold in here, isn't 
it?" he managed lamely. He was acutely aware of Abigail's eyes on him, of 
the closeness of her nakedness even more than Cindy's. He tried desperately 
not to think of her voluptuous body so close, so vulnerable, but it was 
impossible. 

"He's cold, Cindy," giggled the tall lithe redhead. "Maybe we should warm 
him up, huh?" 

He thought he saw Cindy wink at the other girl but before he could be sure, 
they were circling him like wild Indians moving in on a wagon train, one of 
them at his front, the redhead moving around behind. "Hey, what's going on?" 
he protested weakly, shamed by the heat of his crimson in his cheeks. Hell, 
how could he complain? It was every man's nocturnal dream, two naked 
beautiful women! Only... it just didn't seem right, somehow, just not right. 

"Maybe a sandwich would get him warm!" giggled Cindy and Mike only looked on 
confusedly at their private joke. 

"Right! A Mike sandwich.. . just the thing!" shrieked Abigail from behind 
his back. He started to turn to face her but as he did, both the girls 
closed in on him tightly, Cindy pressed warmly beneath the chill mountain 
water against his chest and belly, and Abigail squeezed hard up against his 
back. God, it was unbelievable! It had to be a dream, nothing like this ever 
happened in real life! "Getting warmer, honey?" Cindy purred into his ear, 
insinuating her blatant nakedness against the full frontal length of his 
body. He could feel her breasts smashed against his lower chest, her nipples 
rigid in the chilled stream as they poked wantonly into his flesh. His hands 
remained at his sides, though every second of their wickedly exciting game 
brought him that much closer to losing control. God, how he ached to grab 
Cindy and pull her harder against him, to take her viciously here in this 
pool.... No, that wasn't true, not completely ... either of them, either of 
these gorgeous young creatures would do! He couldn't escape it, he was as 
homy for Abigail as for Cindy, though he tried to deny it even to himself. 
And then it began to happen. Slowly at first, like a slumbering giant waking 
from a deep sleep, his flaccid penis began to lengthen and grow rigid in a 
quickening rhythm of painful jerks that brought it finally to aching 
erection, hard out from his pelvis as it fought upward toward the surface as 
if it were alive! 

"Hey, Abigail, look what I caught!" Cindy gasped with a smirking grin that 
was directed at Mike. "It must be an eel or something 'cause it's long and 
wiggly." 

"Yeah, let me see. Maybe I can help you identify it!" Mike was too astounded 
to move. Too dumb-founded to cry out in modesty or in protest. Or was it 
that he did not mind it so terribly much? Was his conscience protesting out 
of false decency? Out of some outdated set of morals that even he did not 
believe in any longer? 

He gave in with a sigh of relief that seemed to loosen every pore in his 
tortured body. "You gonna' keep it or throw it back?" he teased, his arms 
snaking around the blonde girl and pulling her hard and fast against his 
painful hardness. 

Cindy let out an innocent giggle and lowered her eyelids demurely. Even 
though he knew it was phony as hell, it excited him all the more. "I think 

I'll keep it, lover," she cooed and her legs suddenly left the rocky bottom 
as she threw her arms around his shoulders and hoisted herself easily, 
almost weightless in the water's grip. Mike could feel his loins tighten 
with maddening desire as she hooked her ankles behind his back and pulled 
her buttocks up tight against his pelvis; his achingly rigid penis was now 
between her thighs as she rested against him and he could feel the throbbing 
length of his erection slide smoothly over her wetly pulsing pussy lips, 
parting her pubic hair like an arrow through fine grass. 

His hands reached under the water to cup the fine graceful curve of her 
buttocks cheeks and take the small remaining burden of her weight from her 
arms and legs. "Please, Mike... n-now, please. Don't wait, let's just do it 
now," she pleaded softly into his ear, alternating her murmured words with 
taunting nibbles of his tender ear lobe. 

"But, Cindy . .-. here? Right here, I mean .. ." Damn it, there I go again, 
blushing like a fifteen-year-old with a hot date! 

"Aw, go on and do it, tiger! I hear you're pretty good with the action," 
said Abigail brazenly. She moved against him and he felt a shiver of 
exquisite pleasure race alone his naked spine as her full rich breasts 
squeezed against his back; her thighs came in tight behind his legs and he 
could feel the supple smoothness of her Jong trim legs against his. "C'mon, 
baby, don't mind me. Maybe you could save me just a little though, huh?" 

And then quite suddenly and unexpectedly, the naked redhead behind him so 
close in the chilly waters reached down between his legs and grabbed him 
firmly but tenderly by the balls. A snapping quiver raced through his body 
at her wickedly exciting touch. He looked - waited - to see if Cindy would 
respond. Surely she would get angry, fly into a jealous rage. But.. . 
nothing, only a sly grin on her trembling lips as they neared his. And there 
was no hope of stopping now, if ever there had been. 

Her lips touched his and their mouths locked hungrily together in unbridled, 
unashamed passion. Mike felt her tongue slide over his devouring lips and 
probe into the wetness of his mouth and he answered with the same, pushing 
and tunneling down into her throat as their bodies ground together like a 
pair of mating salmon there in the cold waters. His fingers fumbled eagerly 
beneath her buttocks as she squirmed them against his loins and he found the 
hair-lined furrow of her vagina. She shivered in his arms as his fingers 
touched the sensitive, nerve-filled bud of her clitoris. 

One of her arms left his shoulders and, as Abigail looked on excitedly from 
behind him, Cindy reached down the smooth muscular hardness of his belly and 
fastened her fingers around his stiffly throbbing penis and guided it 
quickly, without ceremony, into the eagerly clasping confines of her warm 
moist cunt. As he felt the first deliriously tight closing of her 
pussy-walls around his lustfully throbbing cock, he pulled her hips hard 
down onto the pleasure-giving organ, impaling her suddenly arid viciously 
like an insect upon this spear that jutted from his pelvis. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," she purred as his wantonly pulsing penis burrowed deep up in 
her salaciously quivering belly. "Soooo good, Mike ..." 

The waters were chill around them, but inside where they joined as one there 
was a soft clinging warmth that seemed to both of them to be the very center 
of their existence. Cindy sagged onto his towering manhood, countering his 
punishing upthrust as his hands roamed over her naked body, under the water, 
fondling the soft gentle swells of her richly soaring breasts and squeezing 
in eager handfuls the supple creamy halves of her buttocks. 

He worked his penis higher up into her tightly constrictive passage, like a 
corkscrew in the cork of wine bottle. His passion-swollen penis was getting 
hotter and hotter until he felt as if the water around them should come to a 
gurgling boil. He held her tightly and rammed his loins up at her naked pink 
furrow, bringing wild moans of pleasure from her lips with every sharp 
furious thrust. The water around them was churning and ripples surged the 
furthest edges of the pool from their frantic lovemaking. 

Abigail was at his neck and shoulders, though half the time he was only 
vaguely conscious of her, so great was his ecstatic passionate coupling. 

"That's it, baby, fuck it to her!" she cried once in his ear and to his own 
amazement he brazenly answered her with a violent skewering thrust that 
brought the young blonde girl half out of the water. 

Cindy wriggled her cunt around salaciously on the length of his rigid cock, 
tensing her milky, beautiful thighs and crying out his name. And for seconds 
at a time, he would stop pistoning into her and just leave his lust-bloated, 
hotly excited cock buried up in her to the hilt, letting her squirm around 
on it wantonly, savoring the delicacy of feeling her wriggling like a bitch 
in heat, his penis rammed into her from beneath so deeply that she could not 
escape its exquisite punishment if she tried. He found that she liked it 
that way, sawing up and down on him frantically while he relaxed and let her 
do all the work, crying with delight and joy at having her satisfaction 
completely in her ' own control. 

But when he felt the impending eruption of his volcanic orgasm rising inside 
him, he lifted her bodily again and began to thrust furiously and savagely 
up into her belly, producing a cry of mingled pain and pleasure with every 
brutal stroke. His loins surged with a double pleasure as he sensed 
Abigail's delicate touch on his dangling balls, her fingertips caressing him 
there and along the insides of his hairy thighs. He parted his legs a bit 
more to allow her entry and he could feel her lingers up deeply inside his 
crotch, everywhere at once as her hot breath exploded on the back of his 
neck. God, two of them at once! It was a dream, a dream! 

And when he could feel Cindy about to come, he stepped up the pace even more 
until she gasped loudly and contorted as if in the throes of a seizure. 
"Aaaaagggghhhh! I'm cumming, Mike, I'M CUMMING!" she shouted as the pool 
boiled around them with the fury of a hooked marling bursting from the 
water. And in a moment she was silent but still dazedly humping up and down, 
buoyed by the water until Mike could feel his penis being squeezed to the 
bursting point. . . and then his breath was knocked out of him as he fucked 
his thick viscous sperm into her, pumping it out as if from an endless well. 

Cindy hung there for a moment more, resting her weight on his strong arms 
and then she pushed away from him with one last kiss and a weak smile on her 
face. She rolled onto her back and glided away, like perhaps a mermaid who, 
having found her satisfaction, was swimming back into the depths. He watched 
absently as she neared the pool's edge and climbed onto the rocky bank, 
water running in rivulets from her glistening nakedness. 

His knees grew weak as Abigail edged around him, her arms around his neck. 
She kissed him playfully and reached for his penis under the water. Cindy 
watched them eagerly, a smile of approval on her face that he could not 
understand - yet - but did not question. 

He let his eyes roam over the cathedral-like floor of the virginal Redwood 
forest that surrounded them, taking in the burnt reds of the needle carpet 
beneath the trees, the heavy ominous trunks of the magnificent trees. And 
for an instant, he was certain he could see the vague shadowy figure of a 
.man, crouching. Hunched over there in the dimness of the forest where he 
should not be, his cat's eyes gleaming with an emotion Mike dared not gauge. 
But before his mind could sift this through as reality or imagination, the 
figure was gone, off through the forest like a silent animal. 

Mike opened his mouth to speak, to see if Cindy or Abigail could see what he 
thought was there, but as he did so, the naked redhead closed her ravenously 
eager lips on his and pumped his still-flaccid cock between their 
closely-pressed bellies until it began to harden again. 

"Now me, Mike, now me!" 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Allen Ames stopped short of the big house, half-stooped in a thicket of 
laurel trees to catch his breath. That bastard had seen him, of course he 
had. It was a stupid move getting so close like that. He should have stayed 
back in the sanctuary of the undergrowth, but no, like a fool he had to move 
in for a better look. 

He had seen it all, the shameless cunts, playing up to that guy like he was 
a god or something. They were like all the others. No, worse than the 
others. Hippies, long-haired hippie girls with no underwear and no morals, 
just like the ones back in Colorado. And that one at San Francisco State 
College. Goddamn the luck! That son of a bitch Mike was there, I remember 
him! 

Why did he have to show up here now? Who could have sent him after me? He 
must know who I am. The police! Jesus! That's it, he's an undercover police 
agent and he's here to take me back to that place. And this time they'll see 
to it that I don't get away again. 

Or maybe he's hot a cop. The girl. Yeah, maybe the girl sent him after me! 
And he's not here to take me back but. . . to kill me! That's it, he's 
working for that slut from the college! 

And they'll believe her again, fust like before. I won't have a chance if I 
have to go to court again. They didn't believe me then, so why should it be 
different now. She was a slut, no good, and she deserved what I did to her. 
Why couldn't they see it, it was so obvious. Even those stupid flat-footed 
cops should have known what she was up to. Everyone knew what she was like, 
everyone! She was a bitch slut and she Was throwing her legs open for every 
guy with long hair on the campus. Three, four at a time, they had her, 
fucked her until she was bloated with their vile discharges. And she dared 
to say I was not her type. . . hell, I was far too good for her, far too 
good. And she turned me down! Me! Of course I raped her, she deserved it! 
And now she's sent this agent to find me, to get even. To rape me, that's 
it, to rape me! And kill me like I should have killed her. 

But no, it won't happen. I will not be caught this time. I'll find a way, I 
will. I only need some time. I must not give myself away, not now. I've come 
too far and lived free too long to blow it all now. I'll wait. I'll think 
this out, word by word, until I have the answer. And then Mike Carlyle will 
pay. He'll pay with his guts! 

Allen breathed deeply until he had regained his composure, his face clear 
and his eyes bright again. He waited a moment longer until a smile eased 
across his lips and then he re-entered the house. Nancy was the first person 
he encountered and he reveled in his good luck. "Hey, got a minute?" he 
asked. 

She looked up, a bit startled, as Allen was one she really did not know yet. 
"Sure. What is it?" 

"Oh, nothing much, I just thought we might talk a while. That is, if you're 
not busy or something." 

"Uh, well, actually I was going to look for Mike. 

You haven't seen him, have you?" 

"No, not lately. He's down in the stream, fucking those slut pigs like he's 
a stud stallion! Why don't we sit over by those trees and wait for him. I'd 
like to hear all about you. And your brother. People fascinate me, you see. 
He'll be alone soon, I'm sure of it." 

CHAPTER SIX 

Tonight was a big night for the whole "family" at Yellow Pine, as Melanie 
had invited some artist friends from the tiny community of Mendocino up for 
a party. Some of the girls had spent most of the afternoon cleaning up and 
working in the kitchen with the huge restaurant-sized pot of spaghetti 
sauce, a regular for special occasions that called for lots of food. Records 
had been pooled or borrowed and Dave Richer, the kid from Chicago, had spent 
the whole day taping them to make a three-hour tape to play during and after 
dinner. The four children now living with their respective mothers at Yellow 
Pine were fed early and hustled off to bed and now the dinner was nearly 
ready. 

Dave's tape was working out perfectly. Fast, soul-sound music at first, when 
the others were arriving and when everyone was getting acquainted. And now 
that the spaghetti was being heaped onto serving plates and the sauce ladled 
out, the big dining room reverberated with the silken feminine tones of Joan 
Baez and Joni Mitchell. 

Mike was sitting beside Cindy and Abigail was working with the kitchen 
bunch. He watched her hurry in with plate after plate of piping hot 
spaghetti and he marvelled at her boundless energy. How could she seem so 
exuberant after all they had done earlier down at the pool? He was barely 
able to sit up without falling asleep in his dinner, but she seemed to have 
just arisen from a restful nap. He was not too happy about Nancy's choice of 
dinner company, but there was not really much vhe could say about it. After 
all, he had no real reason for disliking that guy Allen. It was just 
something about him. Maybe he just didn't like his face. 

Cindy rubbed her bare foot along the side of his leg under the table as they 
ate their spaghetti and garlic bread and tossed salad. Mike was somewhat at 
a loss for conversation, for the artist friends from Mendocino talked only 
of colors and light and media and of galleries and showings and one-man 
exhibitions. And the commune people talked of the seasons' organic vegetable 
crop and the house accounts' balance and the perils of the encroaching 
Redwood loggers from Ft. Bragg, just up the coast. 

"Isn't this sauce fantastic, Mike?" He looked up, startled, for the friendly 
voice was his sister's. She had been more than aloof to him since he did not 
return to their room last night and, he had to admit it, he felt somewhat 
sheepish about talking to her now. He supposed he was afraid down deep that 
she would ridicule him. And that was the one thing he didn't care to face 
how. Criticism, yes. Ridicule, no. He'd taken more than his share for 
joining the Marines at a time when most of his friends were picketing the 
Vietnam war. How could he have explained to them that the war was not part 
of his reasons for enlisting? But that was the past now and Cindy Johnston, 
while part of the past too, was now most of the future. 

"Yeah, it sure is," he answered cheerily. "I'd be fatter'n hell if I lived 
here, what with all this good food every day." 

Cindy stopped her fork in mid-stride. "Aren't you going to stay, Mike? I 
mean, I thought you wanted to stay here at Yellow Pine. At least for a 
while." 

Mike stalled, aware that at least several pairs of eyes and ears were 
directed at him. "Uh, sure, I'd like to. But... what would I do? I don't 
have a job and I don't have any money to speak of. I couldn't just live here 
for free." 

"Lots of people here don't have jobs, Mike," Dave Richer had been listening 
to their conversation from across the huge table. "At least, not the kind of 
jobs you're talking about. But we all contribute something to the welfare of 
the others. You'd be welcome here and you wouldn't have to worry about 
earning your way. There's always plenty to be done." 

"That's right," said Cindy, nodding her head. "And I think you'd like it 
here." She rubbed his leg again enticingly beneath the table. "And Nancy, 
too, if she wanted to stay." 

Nancy felt herself blush at the mention of moving in. "I don't think I'm 
quite ready for commune life, Cindy, but thanks anyway. I suppose I'll 
always be a small town girl at heart." 

Allen Ames looked up from the opposite end of the table, his ears straining 
to pick up bits of their conversation without being too obvious. A country 
girl at heart, huh... maybe lean do something to change that! 

An idea was forming at the back of his mind, an idea that might solve his 
problem with that bastard who was after him. Sure, that's it! Strike first, 
catch him by surprise! 

He lowered his eyes to his plate, for his grin now was a very special one. 
Only for himself. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Nancy had second thoughts about leaving the party with Allen almost 
immediately, but she quickly shrugged them off. And why shouldn't she? Mike 
was off somewhere with Cindy again, as usual, and there was hardly anyone 
else paying attention to her. It was that same old story again - Cindy was 
getting all her older brother's attention and he had no time left for her. 

It had been that way in high school when Cindy and Mike were dating. She had 
wished many times she had never introduced them, for once they started going 
together, she would have needed an appointment to see her brother. like the 
time when the church was having a father and daughter banquet to commemorate 
Father's Day and her dad was away on a business trip. She had asked Mike 
weeks in advance to take her father's place so they could go together, but 
when the night finally arrived, Mike excused himself with the lame excuse 
that he had made a date earlier with Cindy and it was too late to break it. 
Naturally, it was probably a little thing to him, but Nancy had remembered 
it all these years. He wouldn't even recall it, she was certain, but it hurt 
even now when she remembered how upset she had been. 

Before Cindy came into her brother's life, he had always found time for her, 
never shunning her like so many older brothers did, ashamed to be seen by 
the fellows with their sisters. Mike always took her everywhere, to the 
movies, for rides in his car, even down to the drive-in sometimes. It made 
her feel particularly good, knowing that he took a lot of kidding for 
showing up with her so often. She was proud that Mike thought enough of her 
to stand up to all the needling, no matter what. But all that changed the 
night he started dating Cindy. And she had been her best friend before! She 
and Cindy just never seemed to be as close after that, even after Mike went 
away to the Marines. Oh, they still spent a lot of time together, even 
thought once or twice of going to college as room-mates until Cindy 
dismissed college as "meaningless," but it just was not the same feeling 
between them. Almost as if there was some hint of jealousy there, though 
Nancy certainly never thought of it in that context. 

She and Mike had never done anything wrong, of course, not like those 
Appalachian families she had read about where the father and brothers 
sometimes shared the family's girls like so many whores. Actually, they had 
strayed a bit far over the limits of what is acceptable growing-up fun, but 
only that once. It was on a Saturday afternoon not too long before Mike 
suddenly enlisted in the Marine Corps, surprising everyone in the family. 
Mom and Dad were away visiting one of Dad's brothers who was ill in 
Sacramento. He was only moderately sick, she remembered, ill enough to 
warrant a drive to Sacramento, not lingering on death's doorstep so that the 
whole family would be taken along. They were home alone and the winter 
weather was miserable. Mike had finished his term at San Francisco State 
College and was trying to decide whether to return, so he was obviously more 
than a little nervous and upset. And Nancy, being a good sister, was aiding 
him in all the hand-wringing and head-nodding that goes along with being 
worried. Mike sneaked out to his car late in the afternoon and brought into 
the house a bottle of bourbon, half-empty, that he had hidden in the spare 
tire well in the trunk. Nancy had refused it at first, watching 
incredulously as her brother drank the strong stuff down like he had been 
doing it for years, but she finally relented and agreed to have "just a 
little" in some Coke. 

"Getting drunk, kid?" he had teased her, grinning so smugly that she had to 
take another drink just to prove him wrong. But he was not wrong, for not 
only was she drunk, she was plastered. And to make matters worse, so was 
Mike. Emboldened by the bourbon, it was not long before the preposterous 
giggling and tickling became something else entirely. It was innocent enough 
even then, just something between a brother and sister that was not meant as 
dirty or erotic or even sensuous. But Nancy could only remember it as she 
had felt it that afternoon. 

Mike's hand on her then-budding breast had been nothing more than a 
brotherly tease, something he might not have done had he been sober, but 
still nothing more than that in any case. He had been kidding her about her 
newly ripening figure, "Finally got some tits there, huh kid?" or words to 
that effect. But when his hand patted her there as he laughed at her 
sheepish embarrassment, she was grateful that he could not know the feelings 
in her body at that moment. For it was not from his teasing gesture that she 
was embarrassed. No, the red in her cheeks was because of what she felt, 
what she knew was wrong to even think about - she liked his hand there and 
she wished he would leave it. 

"Want some of this good stuff?" Nancy was jolted back to the present, back 
to Mendocino 

County and Yellow Pine. She had come upstairs with Allen without thinking, 
moments after she noticed that Mike had disappeared from the party 
downstairs, apparently with Cindy as she was missing also. She was just 
starting to wonder now if it,was a mistake, but it seemed childish to worry 
so in a house filled with people, though they were a long way from the 
others on the north side of the long upstairs corridor. Allen seemed okay, 
if maybe a bit strange somehow, and he had promised her something for her 
headache. All the music being played so loudly downstairs, coupled with the 
big meal and wine, was giving her an awful throbbing ache in the back of her 
head. 

"Uh, I'm sorry. I guess I was daydreaming. What did you say?" she asked, 
standing by the window of the tiny room, overlooking the hillside below and 
the faint distant lights of some California farming town nestled between two 
peaks in the coastal mountain range. The lights reminded her of the circus 
lights far off once when she was a child and the memory was pleasant; she 
had not thought of it in years. 

"I said, how about some of this? It's fantastic South American grass. 
Something special I keep around, not for gang scenes like that downstairs." 

"No thanks, but I would like that aspirin for my headache." 

"Yeah, sure, but try a little of this while I dig them out of my backpack, 
okay? It's really good stuff." He handed her a tiny thin cigarette and she 
took it without further argument. She had smoked this stuff before and she 
did not figure it would do any harm to try it again, though she knew it 
couldn't do her headache any good. She took a deep pull and held the potent 
smoke in her lungs until they ached, then expelled it all in a quick breath. 
Allen had found the aspirins by then and he offered her a couple which she 
gladly downed with just a gulped mouthful of tap water from the adjoining 
bathroom. "Pretty wild hemp, eh?" he said strangely, his grin a little 
cock-eyed. But Nancy attributed the noticeable change to the marijuana and 
was not particularly alarmed, though she was ready not to rejoin the others 
downstairs. 

"Guess maybe we ought to be getting back," she said pointedly. "We'll have 
everyone talking if we don't hurry." She managed a wan smile but she could 
see that Allen had something else in mind. 

"We'll go in a minute. Let's finish this joint first." He passed it back to 
her and she took another deep pull, breathing it into her body in a thick 
pungent cloud of acrid smoke. "There, that's better," he said when she had 
exhaled again. Nancy opened her mouth to speak but the words just wouldn't 
come. Her head was suddenly spinning like a child's top and there was a new, 
frightening intensity to the sounds and colors and forms of the California 
night. She was frightened ... she had never intended to lose control of 
herself like this. Marijuana should not have affected her this way, unless . 
. . unless there was something else in it! 

"W-what have you given me, Allen? I-I feel sort of funny . . . dizzy like." 

He smiled menacingly and for the first time Nancy could sense something evil 
and terrifying in his eyes. They seemed cold and unreal, as if unattached to 
his body and mind, two gray orbs floating in space. "It's just a special 
blend I fixed up. Little of this, little of that. You know, cocaine and good 
strong hemp, a couple of secret ingredients." 

She had to sit down on the edge of his bed before she lost her balance 
completely and fell. Her blood seemed to rush from her brain as she felt her 
thighs touch the mattress and for a moment she blacked out. Just for an 
instant and then she had recovered but when she opened her eyes and focused 
again, Allen was completely naked! She gasped out loud in sheer terror but 
there was no way she could speak, so great was her sudden fear as she 
shivered violently from head to toe. She could not let this happen, she 
couldn't! 

Allen moved slowly toward her and she quickly covered her mouth to stifle a 
cry as she glimpsed for the first time in the dimness of his room the 
immensity of his wantonly-throbbing penis jutting from the thicket of pubic 
hair beneath his muscular flat abdomen. His eyes seemed now to bulge 
frighteningly from their sockets as he mentally undressed her, pausing as he 
lingered over the choicer parts of her anatomy. 

"Get your dress off," he commanded. He was a different person. It was 
incredible, like she had come in here with one man and now she was trapped 
with another. 

Nancy shook her head firmly, as much angry as afraid now. After all, there 
was a houseful of people downstairs, even if that was a long way from here. 
"No. I won't. And if you come a step closer, HI scream rape so loud they'll 
hear me in San Francisco!" 

"Take it off, cunt! I won't ask you again!" She would not escape him now, 
that was certain. He would take care of her first and then see to that 
meddling brother of hers, if he was really her brother. Most likely a man 
and woman police team, or a pair of hired assassins paid off to find him and 
get even. That bitch at the college, it had to be her doing! Or maybe those 
two cops that made the arrest. They weren't satisfied with sending me away, 
they want blood vengeance, only they're not men enough to come after me 
themselves! Nancy looked for a way out of the room, but Allen's powerful 
frame blocked the only door and she knew she could never get past him 
quickly enough. "Let me go right this minute or I'll scream. I mean it!" she 
snapped, hoping upon hope that her sternness was convincing for she was 
knotted up inside with fear. "I'm warning you, I'll scream and bring 
everyone up here." 

Allen grinned broadly at her bravery and it was only then that she noticed 
his hand hidden inside a faded surplus duffel bag that rested on the 
opposite end of his bed. His grin became an obscene leering smile, the 
self-assured smile of conquest, as he brought his hand out of the bag and 
held it out in front of him. He had a gun! It was a revolver just like she 
had seen police carrying back in Fresno and it was aimed directly at her 
belly. "Now maybe you'll do as you're told, bitch!" 

"Oh, please, no, p-please," she begged, her fear unmasked now. "I won't say 
a word about this, honest! Just let me go, please!" 

Her heart stopped at the fearful sound of the revolver's hammer being cocked 
back beneath his thumb. "No more talking, goddamn you! Get out of those 
clothes and keep your mouth shut or I'll shoot you right here. I know who 
you are and what you're doing here, only I've got the first move. You 
thought you could outsmart me but it didn't work." 

"No, please, you must have me mixed up with someone else. I've never seen 
you before, not before coming here. I'm just along for the ride with my 
brother. That's the truth, really!" 

"No more lies! That's all I ever get - lies! Lies from the police, lies from 
that girl, lies from those doctors. I'm sick of it, do you understand!? Now 
strip for me, cunt, or they'll be stripping clothes off your corpse!" 

Nancy knew she had to do something to buy some time, even if it meant taking 
her dress off in front of this man. She slipped it over her head with 
trembling fingers, standing before him in just her brassiere and panties. He 
gazed wildly at her long bare legs, so pertly trim and smooth, her firm 
breasts which made little mounds over the cups of her brassiere, her 
snowy-white midriff, the gentle girlish swell of her trim hips. His 
penetrating look frightened her even more and she said, gasping, "I can't do 
it, I can't! Please, I've never done anything like this before!" 

"Oh, come off it. Next you'll be telling me you're a virgin." 

"But I am, I promise you! I am a virgin! Please, don't do this, please!" Her 
voice was getting louder and louder, nearly a scream, and the husky blonde 
man raised the gun barrel until it was pointed between her tear-filled eyes. 

"I'm only going to ask you this once ... no more talking, cunt!" He came 
toward her. His eyes told her there was no chance of escape. She could risk 
yelling for help, hoping that the gun was only a bluff, but something about 
that inhuman coldness in his stare told her it was for real. She felt a 
shivering pain in her belly as she thought of those pistol slugs ripping 
into her flesh. No, God, anything was better than that, anything! 

Suddenly his hungry, probing lips engulfed hers as his powerful bare arms 
encircled her, gun still at the ready, though she could not see it. He 
sucked her tongue and lips into his ravenously devouring mouth and she tried 
feebly to struggle but she could barely stand. She knew she could very 
easily collapse in a helpless pile on the floor at any second from the 
potent drug he had sneaked into her body. His tongue seemed to fill her 
mouth, swirling around thickly and wetly inside. He seemed enormous, like 
some fairy-tale giant, completely overpowering her at every turn. 

"N-No, please, let me go, please. . ." She squirmed like a rabbit in the 
strong paws of a wolf, but he moved her with him across to the bed as if 
they were one body, flowing fluidly with her feeble struggles so that her 
squirming and tossing was all in vain. She felt a great, frenzied fear in 
her belly and her body and limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. The 
dizziness grew worse and the whole room was spinning drunkenly around her. 

She found the ceiling was straight ahead ... it couldn 't be true! It seemed 
to be coming down to meet her and his bulging, distended eyes seemed to join 
it, staring at her like two unattached orbs floating in the dark night. 

She struggled vaguely turning her face away, but his weight was crushing on 
her, stifling her breath, smashing her very heart and organs beneath him. 
Her brassiere and the flimsy sheerness of her bikini-cut panties were being 
ripped away savagely and she could hear them tearing in half as he pulled at 
them viciously, like an animal in heat. 

His body seemed to be completely over her, covering her in a masculine wave 
of eager, perspiring flesh. His hands were everywhere - on her face, sliding 
over her exposed jutting breasts, down between the insides of her thighs. 
She had to scream as suddenly there was a deep thrusting entry as if his 
fist had been rammed with all his strength up between her outspread legs. 
She gasped and jerked away but the intruding hardness followed her and the 
wet mouth came back onto hers, stifling any cry she might have made. A 
red-hot poker of super-heated steel was in her, ramming up between her open 
trembling thighs and on into her soft cuntal depths so that her very insides 
seemed to be searing with agonizing heat and her whole body was coming 
apart. Watery tears ran dowiv her cheeks and she began to sob and the room 
spun around and around and finally . .. she was blessedly gone. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

It seemed much later when Nancy finally managed to open her eyes and regain 
at least most of her consciousness. She was still groggy and unsteady, but 
she could tell the party was still going on, for the music was the first 
thing she noticed when she began to come around. She was aware that her 
breasts were being stroked and fondled and for a long few seconds, she could 
not remember what had happened and why she was here, but the agonizing 
remembrance soon came back with a searing jolt. 

She quickly discovered that she was on her side on the bed in Allen's room, 
completely naked from head to toe and he was behind her, pressed hotly along 
her full length. The room seemed strange to her as she had forgotten how it 
looked only a short while ago when she had entered of her own free will. Her 
head ached and there was an ominous throbbing pain between her legs where 
her vagina felt battered and bruised. It felt as though something was wedged 
there inside her, but there was nothing. Gradually it all came back to her. 
Without moving her eyes to the strong hand that rubbed over her breasts, she 
knew who it was and what had happened. She was not a virgin any longer. 

Yes, she had finally lost it. And not to her first true love, not to her 
husband on her wedding night, not even to some romantic Latin who swept her 
off her feet. But to this guy she hardly knew in this sordid little room 
filled with the smells of dirty socks and soiled underwear. And how she must 
have lost it, judging from the inflamed aching between her legs. But it did 
not seem to matter all that much now somehow. It was over and done and 
nothing mattered but getting away from this unspeakable vile animal and back 
to the others. And Mike! Holy Christ, she couldn't bring herself to tell him 
about this, but yet he would know surely. It must be written on her face 
.like the scarlet letter. She managed to speak through parched, 
still-trembling lips. "Could I have some water, please?" 

The hot hand traced down her belly and the fingers moved over her hip to 
rest on the hollow of her buttocks. There was a muffled grunt and Allen 
pulled himself off the bench. "Sure, baby, after all that you deserve 
anything you want." 

He came into view between her feet and she watched this huge man as he went 
into the bathroom and brought her some water in a greasy glass. It seemed 
impossible that this man, this stranger, had just robbed her of her 
virginity. It just was impossible to believe. 

Allen handed her the glass and she quickly gulped it down, mindless now of 
the finger stains around the glass and he climbed over her and lay down 
again behind her, tight against her backside. She ignored his heavy heat as 
she felt his erection once again poking into the cleavage of her buttocks. 
"You were all right for a virgin, baby. I didn't believe you when you said 
you were a cherry. It just didn't fit into the picture." 

"What picture?" 

"Now, don't start up with me again. I told you before I'm on to you and your 
friend as well." 

Nancy shook her head. She could see it was hopeless, but it didn't seem to 
make any difference what he thought now. "Yeah, okay, you're on to us, if 
that's what makes you happy." 

He chuckled behind her and she felt his pulsing penis pressing harder 
against her buttocks and she shivered nervously as he slipped his fingers 
around her waist, drawing her tender young ass against his hairy loins. . 

"I-I have to go back downstairs now. It must be late and ..." 

"Stop worrying. They'll never miss you down there, and well both be going 
soon enough. I've got something special planned." Nancy was confused but she 
knew enough to know that those words meant trouble. His body pressed very 
close to her and his lips took a gentle nibble from the warm nape of her 
neck to her shoulder. She lay still, afraid and uncooperative, hoping her 
lack of response would make him leave her alone. She was amazed at her own 
coolness; she would have expected hysterics or something, but now that it 
was over it did not seem quite the catastrophic disaster she might have 
guessed. 

She had no strength left to resist as she felt his hand ooze between her 
thighs where her buttocks joined them in a dimpled crease. She was paraiized 
with dread and fear,as his fingers began to caress the lips of her pouting 
vagina, but she remembered the gun he still had somewhere, cocked and loaded 
and ready for her if she refused him. His fingers entered her crudely, 
roughly intruding themselves between the moist bruised lips of her cuntal 
softness, stroking the warm sensitive walls of her vaginal sheath, still 
numbly quivering from his assault. Her insides contracted involuntarily in 
pleasure, and she moaned a soft cry and was immediately ashamed of herself 
for it, though she knew a woman was helpless to hide her body's responses 
when a man caressed her there, even if it was against her will like this. 
His rigid penis oozed between her thighs like a reptile after his fingers 
and poked and prodded shamelessly for the opening between her ravished 
fleshy lips. 

"N-No, please, not again. I can't take it again. I ache all over now, can't 
you just leave me alone. I won't tell on you, honest! I'll never tell." 

"Oh, I'm not worried about that, cunt. When the time comes, I'll do all the 
telling. Now shut up and act right or you won't live to fuck anybody else. 
And I know you'd hate that, wouldn't you? You're just like the rest 
underneath, ready for a man anytime, day or night, the more the better. No 
morals, like an alley cat in heat!" 

"I don't know what you're talking about, but please let me go, please!" She 
felt the cold frightening touch of steel on her temple and she spoke no 
more. Now the thick purplish head of his aching cock had again found the 
reddened folds of her moist vaginal flesh and she groaned painfully as it 
moved into her already ravished pussy, but he was heedless of her pain. The 
instant it was inside her, he seemed to lose himself in an insane frenzy of 
lust and desire. Suddenly his breath came up from inside him as though he 
was possessed by some demon, in raking gasps, as he began to fuck her 
furiously with his thick, hardened cock, burrowing so completely into her 
that she cried out in agony. "Oh, God, you're hurting me... ! Stop, please!" 

But he held her securely, with one hand curving around each hip so that his 
strong fingers bit into the tender flesh of her abdomen. He moved into her 
like a series of crashing waves, each one more powerful than the last. She 
gasped and squirmed like a pig stuck on the end of a lance. His thighs felt 
hairy and bristly along the sensitive undersides of her behind as he 
pummeled into her with great force, seeming to fill the whole of her 
shame-knotted belly, up to her breasts and into her throat with his deep 
skewering thrusts. Sometimes he hurt her even more, with a sudden burst of 
pain as he snapped his powerful hip muscles and flicked his immensely 
swollen penis in her cuntal depths. At other moments it seemed as if he was 
exploding like blasting powder deep inside her, spreading wide parts of her 
hidden anatomy that had always been private and treasured secrets. 

Behind her on the mattress he was like a raving lunatic, tossing and 
whirling and moaning as he battered into her vagina, smashing his hard 
pelvis against her buttocks. "Getting to you, huh? like it, slut, like it?" 
he cursed half under his breath. 

She heard him gasp loudly as his fingers dug deeply into her belly, making 
her squeal with fresh unreal pain. "Aaaaawww, please, please!" She felt an 
extra pressure against her hips and his fingers began to pull and guide her 
until she was moving onto her knees on the unstable mattress, his 
desire-swollen cock still firmly embedded in her 'tight - cuntaT orifice 
like a bung in a barrel. He tugged and yanked until she reluctantly moved 
with his guiding effort, although this degrading position made her feel 
horribly debased, like a servant kneeling before her master in fear and 
subjugation. She now knew what it must feel like to be a prostitute, just 
another piece of flesh for some man's twisted amusement. 

Now he slithered close between her widespread thighs, pushing them even more 
apart with his knees and he squirmed his turgid cock right up, deeper, up to 
the very hilt in her cuntal moistness. 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. 

Her back began to ache from the constant pressure of his hands around her 
waist, bending her down so that her youthfully firm buttocks soared up 
toward his face. She felt totally naked and abused, completely at his mercy. 
Her loins began to tingle and contract with a thousand red-hot pinpricks 
brushing one another, sending millions of shivering tiny chills racing along 
her bare spinal ridges and throughout her lush young body from the molten 
nucleus of her vagina. Something strange was happening to her, some 
transition that flared first deep in her womb and then spread like a 
malignancy through her whole naked body. Something was changing the 
monstrous fear and abomination and shame into .. . Oh my God, into desire! 

His groin buffeted her buttocks with a steady bruising force that shook her 
very bones with every cruel thrust of his pelvis against her upturned ass 
cheeks. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were closed and she could do 
nothing to resist him, nothing to fight the welling fury of a woman's 
passion that was seizing control of her yery insides as though she were 
possessed. She tried to cry out, but she could only cough and gasp in a 
rising seizure of savage desire. He squirmed and skewered, bringing a 
muffled gasp from her throat with every painful inward thrust of his 
punishing organ. His hotly throbbing cock seemed to be getting bigger and 
bigger, probably deeper and deeper up into her body until she was filled 
completely inside with his hugeness. Her dangling breasts beneath her 
kneeling torso heaved and swayed as she discovered herself writhing 
rhythmically on the end of his distended penis, swaying in time with his 
deep, punishing thrusts. 

She was incredibly sore, but afire now with a great building pressure, a 
liquid screaming urgency deep in her loins that ached to be set free. She 
could think of nothing but the agonizingly sweet build-up deep in her belly. 
Somehow she had never thought it could happen like this to her, and 
certainly not in conditions like tonight. But it was happening! 

The huildup grew into a great, ever expanding bubble which was swelling to 
several times its real size. She screamed and screamed again, and the 
stretched bubble burst and it seemed like blood rushing from her loins in a 
torrent, hot and fluid, and she screamed again with the tears of fright and 
ecstasy and shuddering relief running in streams down her trembling cheeks. 
She was sure someone must have heard her downstairs, but when a moment 
passed and there was no response, she guessed they had not. 

She began to calm a little, though she was still quivering all over and her 
stomach was quaking as if she had just been beaten half to death - and still 
he was stuffing his lust-thickened penis up into her sperm-inundated cuntal 
orifice with unrelenting fury, gasping through his teeth and practically 
hurling her subserviently kneeling body from the bed with every forward 
powerful thrust. Now her briefly forgotten soreness was returning and even 
worse than before now that her orgasm had come and gone. Her painfully 
throbbing vagina felt as if it had been sliced with a knife if a dozen 
places. She gritted her teeth, wondering just how long she could stand it 
and then she heard him muttering, cursing her, under his quickening breath. 

"You're so fucking tight, so goddamn tight!" he choked, and his muttering 
grew into a steady babble of moaning, groaning agony, rose to a gasping 
cough and exploded in a fiercely growling bark. She felt nothing in her 
tautly stretched vagina except that his thrusts slowed to a slow grind and 
then his massive penis was wildly jerking. t . and she knew he was emptying 
his seething, viscous sperm inside her, filling her belly with his cum. 
Quick flashes of what might be happening raced through her drug-numbed mind, 
of how she might get pregnant and have to bear his child or face the agony 
of an abortion. And then he fell forward on her with a groan and the 
mountain of a man collapsed her like so much shaky scaffolding under his 
weight, pinning her flat against the mattress, her tender nipples smashed 
against the coarse bedspread. He lay there a long time, gasping to recover 
his breath and muttering unintelligible things that meant nothing to Nancy 
beneath him. 

A few minutes passed and she gathered enough air from her lungs to complain 
of his crushing weight on her tiny form and he rolled off and walked to the 
window. She saw that the ubiquitous pistol was again in his hand and she 
wiped the sticky trail of semen from her thighs with the edge of his pants 
while he was looking away. 

She began to pick up her scattered clothes, searching here and there under 
the few pieces of furniture. He sat back down on the edge of the bed, his 
limp flaccid penis dangling between his thighs and hanging just slightly 
over the edge of the mattress. 

"I'm going back downstairs now, Allen," she said quietly, gauging his 
response. She was not even thinking now of telling Mike, for she wanted no 
one to know of the shame that she felt at this very moment. 

"You can go wKen I say so and not before. I don't want you and your friend 
getting together." 

Nancy looked at him unbelievingly. "My friend. Do you mean my brother Mike?" 

"Ha! There you go again with that tired old story!" 

Nancy stood there gaping at him . . .Christ, he was as nutty as a fruitcake! 
What else could he want of her now, there was nothing left to take. Ignoring 
his command, she found her panties and marveled that they were not ripped as 
she had thought, though her brassiere was torn in half between the soft 
unlined cups. She stepped into her panties, gingerly lifting her legs as 
bolts of pain rippled through her bruised thighs. 

"Put those panties back where you found them," he snapped. "I'm not ready 
yet." 

She could not believe it. She had been stripped like a common whore, screwed 
half to death until she ached all over, paraded naked before him like an 
Oriental slave girl. And he still wanted more! "I'm going downstairs, like 
it or not," she said bravely, screwing up her courage. 

He stood up slowly, unbending and stretching until he seemed five times her 
size towering over her. "Cunt, I'll break your back if you don't do as I 
say. I've done it before and I don't mind doing it again. Now . . . take 
those pants off!" 

A courage-giving shot of adrenaline suddenly spurted into her blood and she 
lashed out at him like a rabid dog, her nails ripping his face. Her hand 
lashed across his eyes and he was caught by surprise. For a moment he made 
no effort to defend himself as he was not accustomed to girls with so much 
spunk. He put up his hand to defend himself and she bit it with every ounce 
of summoned courage she could dredge up: she tasted the salty tanginess of 
blood as her teeth dug deeply into his flesh. He cried out in surprise and 
in pain and dropped for a moment to the edge of the bed. Nancy remembered in 
that instant of panic what she had always been told to do in a situation 
like this - the one punch a frail young girl could hope to use that would 
bring an attacker to his knees. With her bare foot she struck out at his 
limp leathery balls as they dangled under his thick rubbery penis. 

He anticipated her move, though, and jerked away, reducing her devastating 
blow to a glancing brush that he could barely feel. He scrambled to his feet 
as she lashed at him again, his bulging eyes gray-cold, without a trace of 
humanness and filled with maniacal fury. He seized her arm and threw her 
roughly onto the bed, and she hit with such force that she bounced off the 
wall behind her like a ricocheting bullet. She realized then how very much 
stronger he was than her, but her blood was boiling from the indignities he 
had heaped upon her and she sprang at him again as he came at her sputtering 
and gasping. "Leave me alone, goddamn you! You're crazy, that's what you 
are, you're crazy!" she cried and instantly regretted it. 

He looked at her for a moment, a mask of monstrous anger coming over his 
face, and then he flattened her with one,vicious slap that echoed in the 
enclosed quarters just as her fingernails tore across his hairy chest, 
leaving their mark in tiny red trails. He fell across her, knocking the 
breath from her lungs and she bit the same hand again until he pulled away 
and roughly threw her onto her stomach on the bed. "You'll be sorry for 
that, you slut bitch! You'll regret it, all right!" 

He slapped the back of her head roughly with his open palm, stunning her 
momentarily, wheezing between his clenched teeth with a savage fury. He 
yanked the flimsy panties down off her legs, exposing her naked body with 
her slim waist and reddened, cum-smeared buttocks cheeks. He knelt with all 
his weight on her smooth em blemished back and began spanking her smoothly 
rounded ass cheeks with hot stinging slaps, swinging his opened hand against 
her bruised flesh with all his terrible strength. 

"Aaaawwww," she whimpered and moaned from the excruciating pain. "Oh God! 
Stop it please, please!" 

She struggled savagely, but with his weight pinning her, she could only 
writhe her hips under the fury of his slashing, stinging blows which fell 
fast and furious across the smooth, ivory-white orbs of tender flesh, first 
on her quivering buttocks and then on her thighs. 

"Animal! You're a crazy animal!" she spat at him, but there was no escaping 
the stinging force of his right hand as it smashed across her fragile flesh. 
Her buttocks began to sting, to feel bloody raw and open and her struggles 
slowly weakened. She was exhausted and tears of tired rage and futility 
clouded her eyes. 

He pulled off his belt from his pants lying on the floor at his feet and she 
caught a glimpse of the hand-tooled wide leather strap out of the corner of 
one eye. "Oh, no, dear God, no! You wouldn't!" 

She struggled furiously. This couldn't be real, not real! There were no 
people like this alive. It had to be an awful nightmare. One person could 
not inflict such horrible indignities on another so callously. She cringed 
and closed her eyes, trembling with anxious fear as she waited for the 
crippling sting to burn over her nakedly quivering flesh. But she was spared 
that at least, for he only used it to tie her hands behind her back. 

He dumped her over the edge of the low bed, folding her in the middle like a 
ragdoll, her legs trailing to the floor. He pushed her ravished thighs apart 
once again, kneeling behind her, his pelvis hard up against her as before. 
And he began to push his rigid, blood-filled penis up between her thighs, 
crushing her painfully as he bent over her tiny body. She began to sob 
hopelessly as his punishing shaft burrowed up and up into her defenseless 
cuntal opening. He gave a panting, lewdly vicious chuckle, but his snickers 
soon became a rhythmic groan of lust as he raped her again. 

And when he was finished with the sobbing young girl, he dumped her onto the 
wooden floor with a jarring thud and released her tied wrists. "Get dressed 
now, whore. We're going to have some more fun downstairs!" 

CHAPTER NINE 

Nancy eased her way down the dimly lit stairs ahead of Allen as he had 
ordered her, following his instructions not to move quickly or say or do 
anything that would draw attention to them. She was shaky on her feet, her 
knees buckling like a newborn foal, and she steadied herself on the stair 
rail, gingerly taking the steps one at a time. He had the gun with him, she 
knew, and she was not anxious to make any sudden moves that might alarm him. 
Nancy had no doubts now that he would use that gun if she crossed him. 

There were a couple of knowing looks as they rejoined the small crowd 
milling about the large open living room, but most of them hardly noticed at 
all. Someone had extinguished the lights and lit candles and she was glad 
for that, for the low-key lighting concealed their return. She scoured the 
faces for Mike and found him near the stereo talking to another guy. Her 
heart jumped at the sight of him; how she wanted to call his name and rush 
to his side. Just like when they were kids, Nancy was sure he could make 
things all right, like big brothers always did. Only this time she wondered 
if there was any way out at all. 

And then Mike spotted her and moved across the room toward her, his right 
hand wrapped around a bottle of beer from the kitchen. He smiled as he saw 
her and then his smile changed to a look of puzzlement and apprehension as 
he approached his sister's side. "What's wrong, Nancy? You look all white. 
And you're trembling, trembling like a leaf. What is it?" 

Nancy tried to avert her eyes from his but when she did she caught a glimpse 
of the cruel menacing anger in Allen's face. Mike was right, she was shaking 
all over and she could not stop herself. "N-Nothing, Mike, I'm just a little 
under the weather, I guess." 

Mike looked at her face, disbelieving, and then at Allen standing behind her 
and to one side. "You're not leveling with me, Nancy," he said very calmly 
and deliberately, not raising his voice for the others to hear, but 
directing it right at her and at Allen. 

"It's the t-truth, honest," she blurted. 

Mike stepped closer and placed his hands on her upper arms, giving her a 
concerned shake. "What's wrong, damn it? Something has happened to you. I 
can see it written all over your face. I haven't been your brother all these 
years for nothing. Now what is it?" 

Nancy could not stand another second. She tried not to break, to hold it all 
in, but there was no way to take any more of this. "Mike! He's got a gun! 
Look out!" she cried and threw herself against her brother's chest. Acting 
more from instinct than thought, Mike pushed her aside with one quick snap 
of his arms and went for Allen's solar plexus with a stiff arm shot that 
caught him dead on. Allen coughed in pain and fell away, but before Mike 
could finish with him with a well-placed karate kick to the groin, the 
pistol was aimed at his face and Allen was backing out of range. 

"Hold it, you bastard!" Allen growled, holding his free hand to his chest 
where it throbbed from Mike's unexpected punch. His lungs ached for air as 
he fought to regain his breath, but his gun hand was steady. And Mike could 
see that it was loaded and cocked. He froze in his tracks, not moving a 
muscle. Mike had seen enough deaths by gunshot when he was in the Marines to 
tell him not to chance taking this nut's pistol away; just one easy squeeze 
on that trigger^ and he was done for. "Get over here where I can see you. 
Now! And don't any of the rest of you go getting any notions of becoming 
heroes." 

Cindy and Abigail and the others were suspended in time, congealed by the 
sight of what had just happened. It was like watching a movie - everyone 
believed it was real, but somehow it seemed so far away, so remote. Dave 
Richer was the first to speak as he had been talking to Mike when Allen and 
Nancy came down the stairs and he was beginning to think of him as a friend. 

"Allen, what is it, man? Have you freaked out or something?" 

"Shut up! I don't want anyone saying anything unless they're told to. And 
that goes for all of you." He kept glancing between his captive and the 
others, but the gun could easily cover anyone in the room without moving 
thirty degrees and no one wanted to argue with a bullet. 

"Come on, Allen, put the gun away," continued Dave bravely. "We're all 
friends here. You haven't got any reason to be using something like that." 

"Don't say any more, Dave," snapped Mike, his eyes still on Allen and the 
cocked pistol. "That gun could go off any second." 

Allen laughed. "You know, you're getting smarter by the minute, pal. For a 
cop, you're better than average." 

"Cop!" Dave looked at his new friend incredulously. "Are you a cop?" 

Mike shook his head, his eyes showing his confusion, but Cindy was the one 
who spoke. "He's no cop, Allen. I've known Mike for years. We used to go out 
together back in my home town. 

And he's been away in .. . uh, the service for the last three years." She 
thought better of saying Marines around these people. "You've obviously made 
a mistake. And even if he was a cop, why would you want to use that gun? 
We're not breaking any laws here." 

"Don't argue with him, Cindy," blurted Nancy, now at her brother's side 
again. "He won't listen. I've tried." 

"All right, all right, maybe I'm not sure about him being a cop, but I know 
why he's here. I figured you out, pal, figured you out so fast I got the 
drop on you, so you might as well tell me who sent you to find me. How did 
you know I'd be here?" 

"I don't know what in hell you're talking about, man. You don't make sense 
at all." Mike was firm but not threatening. That gun had not vanished and 
the hammer was still pulled back beneath his meaty thumb. "If you have some 
beef with me, let's hear it, but leave my sister and the rest of these 
people out of it." 

Allen sneered callously. "I'm afraid it's too late for that. Your sister, if 
she really is your sister, is already involved, right lover?" 

Nancy lowered her head in shame. She had wanted to tell Mike in her own way, 
alone, not like this in front of a room full of near-strangers. She could 
feel their eyes on her and she suddenly felt as naked and ashamed as she had 
in front of Allen so completely undressed. 

"What're you getting at?" Mike asked suspiciously, already beginning to 
think the worst. God, he'd kill him if he touched Nancy! 

"Tell him all about it, kid," he chuckled in Nancy's direction. "Tell him 
how you couldn't get enough of it. How you're just like that lying bitch in 
San Francisco, the one who . . ." 

Mike's face was suddenly illuminated with a flash of recognition. "Allen 
Knox, not Allen Ames! Now I know where I've seen your face before. We had a 
class together at S.F. State until you... uh..." 

"Until I raped that snotty little hippie chick. Go ahead and say it. That's 
what everyone believes anyway, so it doesn't make any difference now. 

Nobody believed me then and they won't believe me now. She led me on, that 
slut, led me on until I fucked her and then she cried rape. I was innocent, 
goddamn it, innocent!" 

"Is that why you beat her half to death? Kicked her in the stomach until she 
was unconscious . . . did you do that because she led you on? You're full of 
shit, Allen, you always have been. There were half a dozen witnesses who 
heard screams coming from the direction of your car parked on the beach that 
night. And the cops that answered the call got your license number as you 
drove off and left her for dead. You call that innocent, you fucking 
creep!?" 

"I was, I tell you!" 

"Nancy, what did this bastard do to you? Tell me, I want to know!" 

Nancy hung her head and did not answer. "I-I guess I never should have gone 
upstairs with him. It's..." 

"You stinking animal! I'll tear your head off!" Mike made a lunge for the 
armed man but Allen stopped him dead in his tracks with the revolver aimed 
right for his face. 

"Hold it, here! You don't want to die for your sister's cherry, now do you?" 

Mike could see that arguing was impossible and challenging this maniac was 
dangerous, so he stood where Allen had halted him with a wave of the gun 
barrel. Oh, if he didn't have that gun! 

"What's wrong with you, cunt?" He was addressing Nancy. "How come you're not 
talking? You sure did your share upstairs ... a lot of moaning and gagging 
too." He leered at her and turned his head enough so that Mike could see his 
wanton knowing smile. "You're just about as good as your brother. Only he 
takes them on two at a time . . . underwater, yet." 

Mike had a flash of memory - sure, it was him spying on them down at Gold 
Creek! It was a man he saw in the trees this afternoon. Nancy shuddered at 
the coarse talk. She had taken all she could stand of this despicable man 
and she wanted nothing but to get out of here. 

Allen reached for her shoulder and she jerked away, tears again on her 
cheeks. "Take your filthy hands off her, you son of a bitch!" screamed Mike, 
but he did not make another foolish lunge. Allen only grinned viciously and 
held his gun barrel close to Nancy's temple. 

"Get out of those clothes, bitch, it's time for some more fun while I decide 
what to do with you." 

"Mike, Mike, please, don't let him!" Nancy began to sob hysterically as she 
sank down to her knees and clasped her hands as if in fervent appeal. But 
Allen reached down and, plunging his hand into her thick long hair, dragged 
her to her feet as she screamed out in agony and he clapped his other hand 
over her mouth to silence her outcry. "Shut your fucking mouth or I'll shoot 
you right now!" he hissed horrifyingly into her ear, and the hysterically 
shuddering girl fought to control the horror that mounted in her. 

Allen turned to Cindy, standing with the others in mute astonishment and 
terror at this incredible scene unfolding before them. "How about the two of 
you, maybe? That would be kind of sweet . . . brother's girl and brother's 
sister. You seem to be horny enough, maybe you dig girls too, huh?" Cindy 
only looked on in confusion and fear. "Get out of your clothes. Right now!" 

She had learned from Nancy and Mike's mistakes not to cross this lunatic and 
she obeyed instantly, undressing herself with fumbling, nervous fingers. 
Mike could only look on in abject horror and disgust, helpless to do 
anything to stop this degradation. 

"All right, now it's your turn," he said roughly to Nancy who was shivering 
with fear. "Get your clothes off." He added with a sneer, "Again." Nancy 
looked to her older brother but his sorrowful eyes told her there could be 
no help forthcoming. She would have to once again obey this crazed monster 
or she might never see another day. She bent over and, in front of this room 
full of people, grabbed the hem of her dress and tugged it over her head and 
dropped it on the floor at her feet. She was wearing no brassiere as Allen 
had ripped it upstairs and her breasts were naked and exposed to everyone's 
eyes. She could see Mike look away in vicarious shame and humiliation as she 
stood there in only her flimsy little panties, her round, closely spaced 
breasts, with their wide coral circles and dainty pert nipples firmly erect 
and standing high above the waspishly-trim hollow of her waist. "The panties 
too!" he growled and she obeyed without protest, tears running down her 
streaked cheeks like rivers. 

Nancy began to cry hysterically- as she slowly and with trembling fingers 
tugged down the last and final garment. Immediately she clapped a hand over 
her cuntal mound and crooked the other arm over her shivering naked breasts, 
shrinking there before everyone's curious eyes while her own brother looked 
on now, eyes blurry with tears of futility as he watched this perverse 
lustful exhibition his kid sister was being forced to perform. I'll kill 
him. I'll tear his balls off! 

Allen turned to Cindy. "You ready for your debut, baby? You might have to 
show Nancy the ropes 'cause she's just learning, but you shouldn't mind 
that. I've seen you in action, bitch, and you seem to know all the tricks." 
Cindy had just pulled her jeans off and was bent over, tugging her panties 
down over her buttocks cheeks and down her long bare legs. She could feel 
everyone's eyes on her and she was like a naked young goddess in the warm 
flickering candlelight. "A little sixty-nineing would be just the thing to 
liven up the party, right?" He gave his revolver a wave. "Over there on that 
sofa where all of us can get a good look. I want to see you two sluts eat 
each other out like you really mean it." 

Nancy tried not to, but she broke down again. "No, I can't! Mike, somebody, 
help me!" She looked at the others but they were blank and expressionless 
and no one moved or offered a word of consolation. 

Allen barked again. "I've had just about enough of your whining, cunt! Maybe 
you need a little more convincing!" He raised his empty hand at her and she 
cringed away. 

Nancy was quivering at the very thought of another beating. "P-Please, 
Allen, no more! Please!" 

He reached for her arm and yanked her closer, then seated himself on the 
straight-back chair nearest him and shoved her down across his thighs, 
bending her in the middle and uprearing her ivory-smooth naked buttocks for 
everyone to see. He kept an eye on Mike but tucked his revolver into his 
waistband. Then he motioned to Dave Richer. "You, get over here and hold her 
wrists. And don't go getting any ideas about being another John Wayne. The 
only live heroes are in the movies. If she pulls away, she gets the first 
bullet. . . and you get the second." 

Dave looked first to Mike, as if for some sign, and Mike nodded, "Go ahead. 
Do as he says or he might shoot Nancy." Dave hurried over to the sobbing, 
struggling young blonde, squatted down in front of her and seized her wrists 
tightly. 

"I'm sorry, Nancy, but I have to do this," he whispered into her ear as she 
cried hoarsely, her naked dangling breasts just inches from his face. 

"Don't hurt her, please! Don't hurt my sister!" Mike's threatening manner 
had turned to one of surrender and defeat and he was hoping this lunatic 
would respond to his heartfelt plea if he would not listen to threats. But 
it was useless. Allen only laughed in his face. 

He lifted his hand high over his head. "Here's one for you, honey!" And with 
that, he brought it down with a violent Smack! against the ripest curve of 
her naked right buttocks cheek, leaving a reddened outline of his palm on 
her snow-white flank. 

"Aaaaawwwww, you're hurting me!" Nancy wailed, dancing from one foot to 
another and trying to break loose, but Dave, true to his instructions, was 
holding so tightly she could not pull free. Allen clamped his left arm 
across the "mooth unblemished back to crush her down and imn^ Hlize her so 
that her naked young buttocks would be completely vulnerable. A second 
Smack! broke the air, this one on the other soft cheek at its ripest apex. 
Again Nancy squealed tearfully and kicked up first one leg, then the other, 
squirming in agony from this debasing treatment. 

She could feel his prodding cock under his pants against the edge of her 
naked hip as she struggled, but in a few minutes she quite forgot the 
obscenity of this contact - his heavy hand rose and fell now with growing 
rapidity, smacking the cheeks of her rounded, succulent buttocks alternately 
and resonately. A rapid slapping of his hand against her bare resilient 
flesh filled the room now, punctuated by her cries and wails as the others 
looked on silently, an occasional murmur filtering across to his ears. Her 
legs began to kick, she twisted and tried to throw herself off his thigh, 
but the strong grip holding her was too much. Allen released her from the 
clamping grip across her back and seized a thick handful of her hair, 
further immobilizing her and making it painful for her to execute the 
slightest movement of her head and shoulders. Only her buttocks and legs 
could move and her buttocks now danced and jiggled and twisted and arched 
and flattened under Allen's rapidly descending palm. The ivory whiteness of 
her buttocks globes had disappeared and a fiery crimson spread from the 
edges of her hips to her upper thighs, while the cheeks of her ass clenched 
and shivered convulsively under his punishing assault, quivering in youthful 
innocence before Allen and her brother and all the others. 

Allen was grunting and panting with overwhelming lust, a kind of strange 
obscene lasciviousness, and his penis was swollen stiffly as he continued 
the furious spanking until at last Nancy could stand no more. "Oww! Stop it, 
don't hit me any more! I'll do anything you say! Anything, if you'll stop, 
please!" 

"All right, I'll see if you really mean it!" and added one final whack that 
bridged both inflamed cheeks and drew a sharp cry of pain from the 
frightened naked blonde. "Now you and Cindy better put on a good show for 
all the nice people or you'll get a lot worse next time!" 

Still sobbing, though the tears had dried up, the naked girl stumbled past 
her brother who was standing helplessly to one side, eyeing the revolver 
that Allen had managed to keep within easy reach at every second. 

"I'm sorry, Nancy.. . I'm so sorry I ever brought you here," he choked. 

Nancy was crying so hard she could hardly get her eyes focused, but terror 
at the thought of what Allen might do to her made her awkardly follow 

Cindy's half-whispered instructions and assume the lurid pose she described 
for her. Slowly stretched out over the full-breasted Cindy, her old friend, 
supporting herself with her open palms against the sofa cushions she found 
herself kneeling upside down with her lips so close to Cindy's cuntal 
dampness that she could actually feel the other girl's warmth as her own 
loins hovered over Cindy's lips. She felt Cindy's hands close over the small 
of her back and pull her hips down, heard her whispering so that no one else 
could hear, "Don't be afraid, Nancy. Just do what I do and everything will 
be all right." 

Then Nancy felt the warm moistness of Cindy's warm quivering lips press 
against her sensitive cuntal flesh and apply a lingering kiss. She gasped 
aloud and squirmed uneasily, her own lips unwantingly brushing against 
Cindy's soft sparse curls. How could she do this awful filthy thing! Allen 
was crouched over their naked intertwined bodies for a closer look and Nancy 
looked up at him, sensing the fiendish glistening in his dark eyes, the 
slavering looseness of his mouth and lips and utter terror seized her again. 
There was no doubting it, he was completely mad! 

With a cry of shame and anguish, she plunged her lips to Cindy's warmly 
perfumed vaginal wetness and began to kiss as the other girl was doing to 
her. She had never before experienced anything remotely like this, but she 
learned quickly as she followed her girlfriend's example. It bothered her 
that Cindy seemed more enthusiastic, more fervent, than would have been 
necessary to satisfy Allen, but she was too confused and numb with fright to 
question. She squirmed and writhed as Cindy, lying on the bottom, forced her 
loins down to her lips tightly and she followed the girl's lead by placing 
kiss after kiss on Cindy's moist, pungently fragrant cunt. It occurred to 
her that probably Cindy had been fucked this very night and that a man's 
penis had entered her cuntal depths through these pink fleshy folds, but 
there was nothing she could do about it now. 

"Hey, that's more like it!" muttered Allen, his rigidly throbbing cock 
poking through his pants. "Eat it up, sluts!" 

Nancy felt Cindy's tongue slice wetly through the pussy curls of her own 
vagina to find the sensitively swollen lips of her pussy and then she felt 
her girlfriend's tongue-tip delicately brushing and rimming her tautly 
quivering orifice. She moaned and sobbed as the others looked on, too 
eagerly curious to look away in shame for this innocent girl. Nancy's 
burning buttocks, still smarting from Allen's beating, seemed to throb with 
another feeling that she tried to suppress. But it was impossible to deny 
... it was her own sex drive being stirred. She could not control it, just 
as she could not help herself for those agonizing moments in Allen's room 
when she lost herself in a wanton, shameful orgasm of unwanted ecstasy. She 
was utterly ashamed, even more now, for she was totally helpless to stem 
this evil, lustful desire that was beginning to surge through her belly and 
up into her dangling breasts and throughout her naked body. 

She tried to keep her mind off her own growing shivering restlessness by 
kissing and sucking just as Cindy was doing to her own warmly glowing pussy. 

But that only increased the sweet agony and soon the two nakedly entwined 
girls began to writhe and groan and sob and gasp as they nibbled hungrily 
and wantonly now, and brought each other closer ... closer. Oh God, what's 
happening to me! 

"Oh, I'm cumming! I'M GUMMING!" Nancy suddenly screamed in ungovernable 
rapture, mindless of the others watching in amazement and disbelief. They 
could all see her lush young body, naked and glistening with perspiration, 
heaving and thrashing so that Cindy had to dig her fingers into her buttocks 
to hold Nancy's pussy lips hard against her ravenously sucking mouth as she 
brought her girlfriend to the ecstasy of cuntal climax. 

Cindy felt the tell-tale welling grow rapidly out of her own belly, surging 
in one crashing tidal wave of emotion and lust as she answered a need older 
than time, quickly surrendering to her own perverse desire, sucking and 
chewing and nibbling and licking on her girlfriend's frantically throbbing 
clitoral bud, feeling the vibrations race along Nancy's back as she matched 
them in her own naked, desire-maddened body until the two of them had become 
one savagely writhing mass of flesh, fused together along their lengths, 
breasts, bellies, thighs all ground together as one and then they arched 
together off the sofa, arms locked around each other, eyes closed and mouths 
hanging open. 

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" they cried as one, lost in the throes of mutual female 
climax and when the last sobbing moan had past their lips, they collapsed in 
a heap, still joined, and everyone in the room breathed once again. 

CHAPTER TEN 

Mike, like all the others, watched as the two girls disentangled themselves 
and rose shakily to their feet. His sister's thighs were streaked with the 
moist stickiness of her own orgasmic juices and when her legs came together, 
it smeared lasciviously between them and made a sucking noise as she walked. 

"Not bad, girls," grinned Allen, waving his pistol around absently, "Cindy, 
you're just the pro I expected you to be. And Nancy, for a beginner, you 
weren't half bad. You sure you haven't been eating a little pussy on the 
side?" 

"Shut up, you filthy animal!" 

"Leave her alone, you've done enough to her," said Mike dejectedly. "I hope 
you're satisfied with what you've done." 

"Satisfied? Are you kidding? Why the show's just beginning." 

"You can't mean that! After this ... and what you did to her upstairs! How 
could you want more? What kind of monster are you?" 

"What're you complaining about," said Allen. "All I did was make her eat 
Cindy there, and there's hardly a mark on her sweet little hide. It could 
have been a lot worse, you know. I'm ready for some pussy now, and she's 
going to give it to me. Isn't that right, bitch?" 

Nancy broke into sobbing hysterics again at the sound of his coarse evil 
words. She was learning fast that there were a lot of people in this world 
who couldn't care less whether she lived or died, or what happened to her in 
between as long as they got what they wan ted from her. 

"But you can't do this .. . you just can't," Mike pleaded, "you just can't 
rape my sister like that!" 

Allen seemed to be fanning an idea. "I've got it, men. I think I'll have the 
little bitch blow us all for starters. I can save the best for last. How 
about it, Mike? Dave?" 

His proposal met with disgust from the other men in the room. "Oh please... 
don't do this awful thing! I'll pay you . . . give you anything I've got, 
but please leave her alone!" 

"Listen, you sofl-of-a-bitch," Allen sneered, "I've been pretty good to your 
little sister there. I could have just had everyone gang-bang that sweet 
body of hers. Now you tell her to make up her mind; either she gives a 
little head, or gets pumped by everyone. Or maybe I'll just do both if she 
don't hurry up and decide what it'll be." 

Faced with this terrible dilemma, Mike sat back down beside his trembling 
kid sister and tried to soothe her fears "Shh-h, honey ... don't take all 
this so hard. It could be a lot worse. I know what he wants is terrible, but 
he isn't human-he's an animal. I can't bear the thought of watching him rape 
you, Nancy. It's the only way ... you'll have to do as Allen says." 

Slowly Nancy got up, wincing and groaning as she rose to her feet. Tears ran 
down her cheeks as she stared at the grinning monster standing like a 
vulture waiting for its prey to die. He had unbuttoned his pants, and his 
penis stood out boldly, throbbing and eager, its swollen cock-head aching 
with a load of seething sperm for her lips. Her eyes went wide with horror 
and revulsion at the obscene sight, and she gulped nervously in anticipatory 
revulsion of what he had in store for her. 

"Get down on your knees, see?" Allen ordered. "Then you're gonna suck us all 
real good ... lick us nice and clean, you hear?" 

He motioned Dave over to the helpless girl, and the young boy stepped up 
nervously to Nancy's side. 

"Sit down there on the sofa, Dave," said Allen, "She can get a better shot 
at it that way. You let her suck you good or you're a dead man." 

Dave Richer seated himself on the edge of the sofa, spreading his legs, and 
looked soulfully at the horrified young blonde. "I'm sorry, Nancy, but I 
have to do as he says. You'd better too, if you want to stay alive. I think 
he means it!" 

"Mike, please ..." Nancy sobbed helplessly as she turned her piteous, 
tear-reddened eyes to her brother. 

"You have to do it, Nancy ... it's the only way!" 

And so slowly, shuddering, Nancy knelt down between the man's legs and, at 
Allen's order, placed her hands on his knees and then bent her head forward 
to his hard, jutting penis. But her lips quivered in horror and her nostrils 
twitched in revulsion, and she twisted her face to one side and cried out 
hysterically, "Oh, no, I can't touch this awful thing with my mouth ... I 
just can't!" 

"Looks like she needs a second lesson, huh, Mike? Maybe this time we ought 
to let her brother do the teachin' though," Allen snarled as he bent down 
and twisted his fingers in poor Nancy's tousled blonde tresses. "You've got 
to teach your sister to mind, Mike. Take her over your lap and whack her 
bare ass till she says she will, you hear? If you don't, I'll do the 
whacking instead!" 

Repulsed at the thought of spanking his own sister, yet coerced by the 
ever-present threat Allen held over him and Nancy, Mike seated himself on 
the sofa while Allen yanked her savagely into position across his lap. Then, 
like the first time, Dave obediently held her wrists clamped tightly 
together while Allen bent the poor girl double over Mike's knees, pressing 
down hard on the small of her naked back. Her upturned bottom was still 
streaked with raised welts from that spanking he had so viciously delivered. 
He had squatted close by, eager to be the closest to her agonized, pitiful 
screams, and was reaching out to fondle one of her dangling round breasts 
with his grubby fingers. 

"Go ahead and spank her good, Mike. Remember, I'll do it twice as hard if 
you don't make it good." 

Nancy was nearly choking with fear. "I'm sorry, Mike, I just couldn't do 
that awful filthy thing .. . I just couldn't!" 

Biting his lip, Mike raised his right hand and brought it down with a crisp 
smack across his sister's naked, inflamed bottom. A wait resounded and Nancy 
began to kick. 

And then, as though it had a mind of its own, 

Mike found that his own penis began to stiffen and poke into his sister's 
middle, and he hated himself for it. He tried to will it away, to think 
about something else, but the sight of his helpless, writhing sister lying 
naked across his knees, the feel of her tender bruised flesh under his 
slapping palm, coupled to whip the glowing coals of wicked lustfulness in 
his belly into action. He was so ashamed that he nearly cried. 

"Go ahead and give it to her good," Allen said, "or I'll do it for you!" 

Mike had no choice but to obey. He began to spank his helpless sister and 
Nancy began to cry almost at once. It nearly killed him to inflict such 
searing pain on her, but he knew it would be.worse if Allen was delivering 
the blows. Nancy could think of nothing but the atrocious deed he wanted of 
her and she continued to scream and kick and squirm while her brother's hand 
rose and fell harshly, making those swollen, reddened buttocks-cheeks of 
hers dance and jiggle, contract and open in the most shameless and 
uncontrollable manner. 

Finally, she could bear no more, and with a gasping cry she begged him to 
stop, "I'll do it! I'll do it! Anything! Just don't hit me again!" 

"You did a good job, asshole," Allen said sneeringly. "Now show her what to 
do. She don't look like the type that knows much about sucking cocks." Dave 
released the sobbing girl's wrists and stood up, then seated himself near 
the still-kneeling girl as he spread his thighs and Nancy, swaying 
helplessly before him, was compelled once more to come closer to his 
throbbing penis. She was rubbing her tender, ravaged backside with both her 
hands, trying vainly to ease away the pain. 

"Go ahead, tell her!" 

"Just take his... his penis in your mouth, Nancy, and suck on it until. . . 
until he's finished," he stammered. 

"You mean until he shoots his nuts off," laughed Allen. 

Sniffling and sobbing, her eyes still watery with tears, Nancy forced 
herself to open her trembling lips and accept the stiff organ that poked out 
from the man's loins. Then she made a squirming turn and spun away as 
revulsion again took control. "Don't make me do this awful thing, please!" 

But Allen was ready for her, and had plunged his fingers into her long hair, 
twisting them until he had two great handfuls knotted between his fingers. 
She screamed loudly at the fresh pain. "Do what you're told, bitch, or I'll 
yank every piece of your hair out by the roots!" 

Accepting at last her futile helplessness, young naked Nancy tasted the 
first cock of her life. Choking and gagging, she felt the stiff fleshy rod 
ease over her tongue and grind against the back of her throat. She could 
barely breathe, gasping for short breaths through her flaring nostrils as 
the thick, fleshy cudgel filled her mouth completely. 

She was beaten, and she knew it. There was absolutely no point in fighting 
him any longer. Her only recourse was to get this awful thing done as 
quickly as possible; struggling would only bring more pain, more debasement, 
more degradation. 

Nancy closed her lips over the hotly pulsating shaft of hard flesh, trying 
not to touch it with her tongue. 

"Hey, bitch, what kind of a blow job is that?" he bellowed. "You'd better 
get better in a hurry or I'll ram my own cock right down your throat!" 

Dave's testicles expanded and swelled as big as golf balls as he watched her 
little head rocking back and forth on the end of his cock. He could see 
right down her bare, naked chest - her twin; juicy mounds of ripe 
deliciousness bobbing as she moved back and forth. He reached down and 
cupped one of her warm breasts in his hand, tweaking the hard nipple between 
his thumb and forefinger. He knew it was wrong, but somehow he could not 
help himself. And Nancy's unwillingness seemed to make it all the more 
wickedly exciting. Her softly ripened breasts bumped against each other as 
she swayed forward, then back, one delicious bulging mound on either side of 
his penis as he looked down, unable to believe this lovely, innocent young 
creature was actually sucking his cock. 

He grabbed her bobbing head firmly between his hands, holding her tightly, 
but not painfully, as he guided his lust-swollen penis between her ovalled 
wet lips and down into her straining tonsils. Her rough tongue gave him 
chills all over, starting at the base of his spine and running up and over 
his body. He didn't care who was watching now. 

"Now you're getting it right, baby! Suck it good!" shouted Allen. 

Dave started pumping it in a little further each time, shoving his loins 
forward harder with every deep thrust that sank deliciously into the warm, 
sacred depths of her tender throat passage. 

Nancy soon found she had to keep her throat relaxed and not to tense up, or 
it would only be worse for her. His warmly throbbing penis slipped easily 
over the roughness of her tongue and into the delicate opening of her 
throat, filling her mouth with its enormous, fleshy bulk. 

He withdrew each time right to her ovaled lips, stretched tightly around the 
circumference of his hard cock, leaving only the blood-filled tip still in 
her mouth, then he would ram it home again, shoving the stiffened rod down 
her choking passage, bending it as it raced down her gullet. 

It was agonizingly painful when it bent like that, but deliciously so, and 
Dave buried his thick throbbing cock in her clasping tunnel again and again, 
making her choke and swallow every time it slithered in up to its hairy, 
sweat-drenched base; his pelvis shoved flat against her nose. He could not 
stop, he couldn't! 

When she swallowed, the muscles of her throat involuntarily caressed and 
massaged his eagerly pulsing penis like a million tiny fingers, and he could 
feel the scalding pressure building up painfully in his swollen balls. And 
even at this moment, there was a tiny oozing, drop of semen from the bulbous 
head, and Nancy could taste its peculiar male flavor on her tongue as it 
swirled around his thick hard cock. 

It was so excruciatingly perfect he could hardly stand it; the surging flood 
in his loins was bursting to get out, and he knew he could contain in only a 
few seconds longer. 

He savored the agonizing delicacy of her probing tongue, rubbing against the 
throbbing tip of his penis, brushing the super-sensitive tiny opening, 
sending shivers of delight throughout his body. His bulky, swollen shaft 
slid again and again between her warmly moistened lips and into her sucking 
young mouth, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate him as his hairy loins 
ground wetly against her face, brushing her nose and chin with his damp, 
curly pubic hair. 

It was nearly impossible to breathe; he was pumping faster and faster into 
her mouth, ramming his lust-hardened cock deeper and deeper into her warm, 
wet lips with long hard thrusts that bored down her ravaged throat passage, 
choking and gagging her with every deep downward lunge. 

And she knew it would be soon now-the first weak spurts of his sticky 
seminal fluid were already trickling from the pulsing head of his aching 
cock, signalling the hot white flood that she knew would be right behind. 

Just a few more deep thrusts and it would be all over; his puffy testicles 
would empty their foul load down her throat in a gushing torrent of warm, 
thick sperm-and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, she could do about 
it. . . nothing at all. 

Dave slowed his deep savage thrusts - still as deep, but slower, so he could 
stretch this moment as long as possible. The sheer ecstasy of his burning 
load spurting from his wildly jerking cock into her helpless young throat 
was something he would long remember. He leaned his head back, his eyes 
closed ... 

"C'mon, baby! Just a little bit more!" 

The burning liquid flooded out of his cum-swollen balls and rippled along 
the stiff shaft of his penis like the eruption of a volcano, and exploded 
against the back of her throat as he gave one long last lunge. 

"Suck it, bitch! Lick it clean!" shouted Allen. 

Suddenly the warm, viscous liquid that roared into her throat was like water 
to a dying man, and Nancy, betrayed by her own desires, gulped it down 
greedily, unable to stop herself, gulping and sucking and swallowing, 
squeezing his emptying balls until every precious drop was squeezed from his 
loins, and his wet fleshy shaft was shoved to the hilt down her hungrily 
clasping throat passage. 

She couldn't control herself - it was that certain wildly savage something 
that lurks in each of us. With every gulping mouthful, she hated herself 
more, but there was no turning back. She had to have every ounce of his 
sperm, and she sucked ravenously on his limp penis until there was nothing 
left, until his erupting testicles delivered every last warm spurt deep down 
into her quivering young belly. 

Then it was another guy's turn. Once again she pleaded brokenly to be 
spared, but the threat of another whipping, this time with that awful belt 
Allen had pulled from his jeans, soon quieted that revolt. And, gagging, 
groaning, squirming on her knees, her face purple with shame as her brother 
looked on helplessly, the naked young blonde performed the loathful act of 
fellatio on a stranger until he, too, emptied his balls in her quaking 
throat. 

And then came another, with his thick, bulky cock that was almost too big 
for her narrow throat. By this time, it didn't matter-big, small, huge-all 
that mattered was getting this awful nightmare over. She sucked and 
swallowed as he. had his climax in her mouth, her stomach filling, her eyes 
rolling with shame and humiliation. 

"I think it's time you did something for a change, big shot," said Allen 
after a bit to Mike. "I think we'll let you have the chance of a lifetime. 
We're gonna let you fuck your own little sister!" 

The words stung his- brain like a dozen bee-stings, "No, my God, no! You 
can't mean that... I won't! I won't!" 

"Hold the little cocksuckin' bitch on the sofa, Dave," growled Allen, "I'll 
show him who's kidding." 

Dave Richer eased the sobbing, pleading Nancy from the floor and onto the 
soft sofa, where Allen held her by the wrist with one hand, and using the 
other to squeeze her nakedly quivering buttocks, belly, and breasts, and to 
tickle the soft hair-lined sheath of her cunt, making her squirm and groan 
as the heated tears ran down her terror-contorted face. At Allen's order, 
backed by his cocked revolver, Mike had begun to undress until he was down 
to his shorts and socks. Meanwhile, Allen rolled Nancy over onto her back. 
"Now you're gonna get it good from big brother, baby," he chuckled. "Nothing 
like keeping it in the family." 

"You'd better do a good job, bitch," snapped Allen, "or I'm gonna personally 
fuck you right up that sweet little asshole of yours, understand?" 

Then he turned back to Mike who was standing trembling with rage and 
revulsion. "Okay, take those shorts off and let's see what you've got. Cindy 
and Abigail seemed to like it. Let's see what you can do with it!" He saw 
the two girls turn away from the corner of his eyes. 

"Oh, no, Mike . .. please don't. .. please!" Nancy's eyes were huge and 
glazed with horror as she tried vainly to shrink back into the sofa, 
squeezing her thighs tightly shut, jerking frantically at her captor's grip, 
her young breasts frantically rising and falling. . 

"I've got to, Nancy . . . God knows what will happen if I refuse. Whatever 
it is, I'm sure it'll be worse on you." He tried to deny it to himself, but 
his eyes were feasting on the ivory loveliness of his naked younger sister. 
He remembered when he'd surprised her stepping from the shower, how she used 
to run half-naked around the house, how he'd felt then . .. and now. The 
thought made his eager young cock spring up with savage lust and Allen 
roared with laughter at the obvibusness of his desire. 

"Goddamn, will you look at that hard-on Mike's got? Does that do anything to 
you, Cindy?" asked Allen viciously. Cindy only stared, her eyes glued to 
this carnal circus taking place right in front of them all. 

"Oh, please don't Mike ... I don't think I could stand for you to. It's 
incest! Please don't!" She tried to fling herself off the sofa but Allen 
seized her by the shoulders and forced her back down, then crouched over her 
and forced her belly down with the barrel of his gun, touching the cold 
steel to her trembling flesh. Mike had removed his shorts and his 
impatiently pulsating penis stood out in bold, hardened virility as it had 
done with Cindy and Abigail before. 

On his hands and knees, crouching over his naked sister, Mike gasped, "I've 
got to, Nancy . . . I've got to!" 

"Shut up and fuck her," ordered Allen. 

Mike glanced nervously at Allen's threatening gun, then lowered himself 
while he grabbed one of Nancy's ankles and yanked it toward himself, thereby 
spreading her supple thighs further apart. 

"There it is, baby! All ya gotta do is put it in!" 

His eyes shining with lust, Nancy's brother sank down on his naked sister, 
his long thick cock gouging into the sparse fluffy pussyhair between her 
struggling thighs. She gasped a horrified-scream, twisting her face from 
side to side, trying to wriggle away, but Mike seemed blinded by the sight 
of her futilely writhing loins, by the feel of her warm, soft nakedness 
against his body. His lust-swollen cock-head thrust vigorously on its own 
and found its mark, slipping into the wet elastic sheath until the swollen, 
bulb-like head of his cock disappeared all the way between her hotly 
throbbing cuntal lips. "Oh don't, Mike. . . don't doit!" 

Allen had gone to the head of the sofa, bending down, and was holding Nancy 
by the shoulders. "Stick it all the way in," he muttered. 

Nancy's face, congealed with terror and pain as she felt her brother's long 
stiffened cock enter her vaginal tightness. She arched and squirmed, but to 
no avail. As he drove home his wantonly distended organ, she felt his 
sperm-laden balls slap hard against her upturned ass and knew that his 
warmly pulsating cock was buried to the hilt in her taut cuntal moistness. 
Her own brother! 

Mike felt a strangeness come over him that he could not fight any longer. My 
sister, my kid sister, how can I! But it was happening just the same and it 
felt fantastic! He was-growing enraptured by the wickedly forbidden 
sensation of his own sister's warm tight cuntal walls gripping his rigid 
shaft and with a gasping cry of shame and utter degradation, his hungering 
mouth locked on her ripely quivering breasts as he leaned forward more, 
forcing himself as far as his virile hardness would go into her tightly 
clasping cuntal orifice. Her face twisted frantically from side to side, her 
eyes bulging as 

Cindy and Abigail and all the others watched in amazement. She screamed 
again and again, but the sound was not born out of terror, but was deeper 
and throatier with feeling-rich, sensual, animal-like! She could fight it no 
longer. As Mike's body jerked and snapped from his rapidly approaching 
orgasm, she ground her wet, glistening pussy lips hungrily up against his 
pistoning loins, sucking his hard long cock voraciously up into her tight 
little cunt. He uttered a gasping sigh as she screamed a loud moaning sound 
and held it like a sustained note, and finally their bodies sagged as one, 
his last convulsive spasm of hot gushing sperm oozing incestuously into his 
own kid sister's greedily quivering young belly. 

After a moment, he pulled away from her, his head hanging low to avoid the 
looks of the other people. When he glanced up, Allen was the first he saw 
and he could only look for an instant in wide-eyed disbelief - the lunatic 
was masturbating! Allen had his cock in the grip of his palm and was pumping 
it like the bilge of a sinking ship. Mike, watched in horror as his cock, 
like an emptying hose, spurted out onto the hardwood floor in a seething, 
sticky puddle at his feet, and then the ex-Marine took his one and only 
chance. 

Mike hit him like a tank slamming into a gun emplacement. Everything he had 
ever been taught about hand-to-hand fighting in the Marines came back into 
his head at that crucial instant and he delivered a levering kick with the 
heel of his foot that sprawled the tall husky blonde over a chair and onto 
the floor with a resounding thud. His hand reached instinctively for his 
gun, but Mike kicked out again and the gun clattered across the wooden 
floors safely out of Allen's fumbling reach. 

He looked up for a second before Mike finished him off, his eyes the eyes of 
a cornered animal, and Mike only hit him once more, a roundhouse brawler's 
punch that knocked him unconscious in a moaning, wheezing heap next to the 
fireplace. 

Dave Richer handed him the pistol and Mike held it aimed for a long moment 
at the blonde's unmoving head. It would be so easy, just pull the trigger, 
kill this animal who raped one girl before and now has raped your own sister 
and forced you to become. . . and then he lowered the gun to his side and 
said to no one in particular, "Tie him up with some rope. Tightly!" 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Mike and Nancy had been back home at the family house just outside of Fresno 
for nearly a week, safely nestled in the protective walls of their own 
familiar valley, smelling the crops growing in the fields, the same smells 
and the same people. 

Yellow Pine was not the place for them, that they had agreed on after that 
nightmare with Allen. And when the police came, and the investigation was 
over, and Allen was safely back in the section for the criminally insane at 
the California State Hospital, they decided to pack their things and come 
-back to the land where they belonged. Mendocino County was for the Cindys 
and Abigails of the world, not for people like them. Mike was as uncertain 
now as when he came home about his future plans. But at least he knew what 
he was not going to do, and that seemed to ease the burden of uncertainty a 
bit. 

This was a Saturday night; mom and dad's night with mom's sister in town, 
and Nancy and Mike were alone in the big rambling frame house. Mike had 
watched the last of a television thriller and was going to get ready for bed 
early, exhausted from a day of job hunting in the city. 

He climbed the stairs wearily to the,family's bedrooms and when he passed 
Nancy's, he leaned in to say goodnight. He heard the water running and he 
started to walk away, but as he did, she walked through the bathroom doorway 
and into her room from the shower. 

"Oh, I'm sorry!" he blurted, embarrassed at her nakedness, but he did not 
turn away. Something drew him like a moth to a flame and his eyes, instead 
of looking chivalrously in the other direction, were locked on her dripping 
wet body, the water running in rivulets over her proud young breasts and 
into the hair-lined crevice below her hips and down along her legs where it 
was all in a puddle around her bare feet. 

She looked at him for a long while, not saying anything, her eyes on his. 
"Mike?" 

He hurried to her across the carpeted floor and locked her between his arms, 
his lips perversely finding hers, their mouths together as one flesh. She 
pulled away for a gasping breath. "Oh, hurry, Mike darling, hurry!" 


THE END
