Her Private Tour
by Regina White


CHAPTER ONE 

The steady, rhythmic swaying of the tour bus put Ruth Jacoby into a state of 
dreamy relaxation. Day One of the four-day guided excursion through the 
North County's historic gold country was almost a thing of the past. The mad 
chatter of the bus load of high school seniors sitting behind her had faded 
into an occasional bit of tittering, self-conscious laughter. Ruth was dead 
tired. It wasn't easy shepherding a bunch of rambunctious eighteen year olds 
around, especially since it was their spring vacation that was getting used 
up and they obviously would have preferred to be doing something "fun," like 
surfing or riding dirt bikes, something non-academic, nonconstructive. 

Ruth took her job as a tour guide seriously, but had what she considered a 
healthy perspective on the ultimate worth of such vacation field trips. 
Basically, all they achieved was getting the teenagers out of their parents' 
hair for a few days. The "learning experience" was minimal at best, thought 
she did try to follow the tour outline to the letter and give them a sense 
of "the reality of history," as promised in the glossy tour company 
brochure. 

The bus hit a particularly deep chuckhole and Ruth was jolted wide awake. 
She looked up over the gray-uniformed bus driver's shoulder, up into his 
rear view mirror and saw, to her distaste, that the man was paying 
considerably more attention to her body in the mirror's reflection than he 
was paying to the road ahead. He was leering at the voluptuous swell of her 
ripe breasts, twin mountains pushing out against the thin, yellow acetate of 
her blouse. Purposefully, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked out 
the side window at the rapidly fading light of sunset. 

Ruth was used to having men leer at her. She had the kind of body, 
firm-breasted, narrow- waisted, round-hipped and long-legged, and the kind 
of face, high, wide cheekbones, big, soft brown eyes, a sensuous, 
full-lipped mouth, and a small, straight nose, that invited rapt stares and 
double takes. She was used to being leered at, but that didn't mean that it 
didn't annoy her. 

She swept a wisp of her long, silky black hair away from the corner of her 
mouth, tucking it behind her right ear. She couldn't stand the bus driver's 
"type." It was always men like him, guys who were good looking in a rough 
sort of way, with at least one major flaw in their features, pockmarked 
cheeks or a hawkish nose or big ears, guys who thought they were something 
really special, really suave and debonair, who made the heavy play for her. 
Even though she knew that they probably couldn't help themselves, that it 
was the way she looked at age thirty-two, ripe and ready, that made them act 
like that, she loathed them. They were always trying to put their hands on 
her, their arms around her waist, fingers creeping down to grope the full 
moons of her buttocks. She could've had any number of bus drivers, 
accountants, refrigerator repair men, if she'd wanted them. She didn't. 

It wasn't that Ruth didn't like members of the opposite sex, because she 
did, very much; it was just that she wasn't interested in "older" men. Ever 
since she'd begun to have sex, the only times she ever got excited and was 
fulfilled was when her partner was much younger than she was. For one thing, 
she liked having complete control over the situation, liked being the older, 
more experienced "teacher," liked leading her wide-eyed young lover through 
the marvelous, ecstatic nuances of sex. She also liked being able to arouse 
and bring off a younger man three, four, even five times in a row. It was 
the phenomenon of multiple orgasm, an ability that usually tended to 
diminish with age. With a real young guy, she could keep right on screwing 
even after he'd climaxed, keep on building and building to her own 
devastating orgasm. Ruth was a woman who required a lot of prolonged 
intercourse before she could attain total release. 

With an older man, after the initial orgasm, if he could manage to get it up 
a second time, it was just plain hard work on his part; there was no sense 
of urgency, no passion to the fucking, nothing but pain and discomfort. She 
didn't like that. She didn't like the feeling that she was being given her 
jollies grudgingly. She did like the jackrabbit hard fucking of a teenager, 
the delicious slippery wetness of her vagina after it'd been ejaculated into 
three or four times, the feel of warm, sticky sperm trickling down between 
her sweat-misted buttocks. 

A chill rippled up her spine and she shuddered. She caught herself thinking 
about Bret again. Bret Murdock was one of the sexiest boys she'd ever seen. 
From his tousled, curly blonde hair, to his deep suntan, to his pale blue 
eyes, his classic, Nordic features, his rugged, muscular body, he was a 
dreamboat. Unable to help herself, Ruth turned on her seat and glanced to 
the rear. Bret Murdock was sitting four rows in back of her, talking almost 
nose to nose in hushed tones to the pretty red- haired girl sitting next to 
him. Ruth felt her face begin to flush and she quickly turned back to the 
front. 

She knew that she had no right to be jealous of Ginger Grant, but that did 
nothing to quiet the anger burning in her chest. She knew that it was 
extremely dangerous for her to be fantasizing about making love to one of 
her charges, but that had never stopped her before. Ruth Jacoby was, at 
times, a woman possessed. Usually, she managed to keep a rein on her 
hungers... usually. Several times, during the two years she'd held the job 
as tour guide, she had lost control of herself and had made advances to a 
boy. She had been lucky that all of them had been so willing to be led by 
her and so grateful for her favors that they kept their mouths shut 
afterwards. Giving in to her lust didn't serve to ease the pressure for 
long; in fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect. When she realized that 
what she dreamed of doing could be done and gotten away with, the urge to 
push onward, to seduce again and again became even stronger. It was 
especially powerful when she spotted a boy that really stirred her juices. 
Sometimes, it got so bad that she could barely function in her job. Her mind 
was off on other things. 

It was getting to that point with Bret already. She not only found herself 
thinking about him, but she caught herself staring at him. To make matters 
more difficult, Bret seemed completely infatuated with Ginger, following her 
around, mooning after her slim, curvy body, her pert, freckled face. The two 
of them weren't going steady, insofar as Ruth could glean from the 
conversation she'd overheard, but Bret was pushing for it... and more. The 
blonde boy obviously was trying to get Ginger to sleep with him and Ginger, 
ever the prim little pixy, was having none of it. The redhead was revelling 
in the attention she was getting from Bret, though, that was plain for all 
to see. The two of them were inseparable all during the tour and Ruth's 
cause seemed hopeless. 

"Are you all right, Ms. Jacoby?" said the blonde girl across the aisle from 
her. 

Ruth turned and stared blankly at the girl for a second, then got hold of 
herself. "Yes, yes, of course, Sara," she said. "Just daydreaming, I guess." 

"You had such a strange look on your face," Sara said. 

"It was a strange daydream," the tour guide answered, giving the girl a 
smile. Sara, too, was a remarkably pretty girl. She had the kind of face 
that one usually found on the covers of fashion magazines, smooth, almost 
flawlessly beautiful features. Her cheeks might have been a bit too round, 
from baby fat, but other than that, she was exquisite. She wore her shoulder 
length hair neatly styled with a becoming upsweep on either side of her 
part. Like Ginger, like all of the girls on the tour, all of the girls from 
Mira Pavo high school most likely, Sara was almost too sweet, too pure for 
words. This was in direct contrast to the type of clothes she wore, which 
showed off a good deal of silky tanned skin, a lot of leg and arm and tummy. 
If Ruth had been wearing those shorts and that halter top, the bus driver 
would've wrapped them all around a tree as soon as he left the depot. She 
glanced at the girl's firm, pear-shaped breasts, at the flat, satiny plane 
of her tummy. Sara had the kind of tight, smooth little body that would send 
grown men into slobbering fits, but she'd cultivated such a wholesome, 
innocent aura that any male who tried to make her would look like the 
lowest, most base creature on earth. It was a pose that Ruth understood all 
too well. The tour guide had grown up in upper middle class Southern 
California, too; she had played the same, teasing-without-seeming- to-tease 
game herself when she'd been in high school. It was a game calculated to 
turn adolescent boys into obedient puppies and it worked like a charm. 

"Are we very far from the motel?" Sara asked. 

"To heck with the motel," said the teenage boy sitting on the other side of 
her, "are we far from dinner?" 

"No, Tod," Ruth said to the super clean cut boy, "we should be pulling in to 
the Bide-A- Wee in a couple of minutes." 

"I hope they've got good food," Tod said, showing Ruth his dimples. He was 
almost too clean, his short brown hair too perfectly styled, his skin too 
clear, his eyes too bright. 

Tod was class president, valedictorian, and planned on getting into politics 
as soon as he graduated from private college. 

"You wouldn't know good food, Parks, if it hit you in the face," said the 
black-haired boy directly behind him. He was big, powerfully built, with a 
heavy set jaw and slightly protruding brows. He wore his shag hairdo combed 
forward in front, in long bangs to hide his unbecoming forehead. 

Ruth smiled at the boy, hoping to hell that he didn't start to pick a fight 
with the smaller Tod. She knew she'd have little hope of pulling the bigger 
boy off, even with the driver's help. Rick Lino was an all-city high school 
football player and prided himself on being the roughest, meanest center in 
town. 

In the presence of Ms. Jacoby and Sara, Tod felt he couldn't back down. He 
figured that his chances of getting beat up were slim, considering that 
there were so many people around, that the risk was acceptable. 

"Says you," Tod said, glaring back at Rick. 

The black-haired boy reached out with his great ham of a hand and grabbed 
hold of Tod's whole lower face, digging his fingers deep into the blushing 
cheeks. 

"Says me," Rick said, his dark eyes glittering, giving his hand a little 
jerk, making Tod's head twist around to the point of pain, then relaxing. 

Knowing that she had to do something to head off the violence, Ruth jumped 
to her feet and clapped her hands together several times, getting the 
attention of all the bus' occupants, including Rick and Tod. 

"All right, students," she said, "we'll be pulling into the motel and 
restaurant in just a few minutes." 

A chorus of cheers broke out. 

"I want to remind you all that you have been assigned roommates for the 
night," she continued. "There will be no switching around and all doors will 
be locked from the inside all night long." 

The cheers turned to groans. 

"I'm sorry," she said, glancing at Rick who had let go of Tod's face and was 
frowning at her. Tod was rubbing his jaw carefully. His cheeks had red marks 
on them from the pressure of the bigger boy's fingers. "I'm sorry, but those 
are the rules of the company and we all have to abide by them. In case 
you've forgotten who your roommates are, I'll read you the list again." 

Ruth read down the list, including her own name. She had assigned herself to 
the same room as Sara and Ginger. The choice of Sara was accidental; the 
choice of Ginger was on purpose. Ruth wanted to make sure that she kept Bret 
away from the redhead after lights out. 

The bus driver pulled into the big asphalt parking lot in front of the 
Bide-A-Wee motel and the whole throng trooped over to the adjoining 
restaurant, which was decorated wild west style, with rough hewn logs for 
ceiling beams, Indian blankets on the wall, and cattle brands adorning the 
paper place mats on the formica tables. Ruth's tour company had a standing 
deal with the restaurant: the students got to pick from three different 
complete dinners. It was the same at all the stops along the tour route, a 
choice of three. 

Ruth couldn't get very enthused over her chicken fried steak. She went to 
the trouble of cutting it into tiny bits, then couldn't bring herself to 
chew it. The trouble wasn't so much that the food was terrible as it was 
that from where she was sitting she had a perfect view of Bret and Ginger. 
She finally decided that she couldn't stand it any longer, so she got up 
from the table and walked over to the cash register. She spoke briefly to 
the manager of the place about breakfast the following morning, then 
addressed the group. 

"Students," she said. "I expect you all to go straight to your rooms after 
dinner. You can pick up your room keys in the lobby across the way. I will 
be checking up on you later." 

Ruth left the restaurant amid the groans and catcalls of the teenagers. She 
wasn't supposed to leave them alone at any time. She was committing a 
cardinal sin, but couldn't help it. She had to get away from them, away from 
Bret and Ginger, or she felt she was going to do something terribly 
embarrassing. She went to the motel office, got her room key, then walked 
along the row of single story rooms, each with its very own wagon wheel out 
front, until she found the right one. 

Ruth thought about going back out to the bus and getting her luggage, but 
didn't have the strength. She sat down on the edge of the single bed 
furthest from the door and lay back, shutting her eyes. At once, her mind 
was flooded with images of Bret, of Bret naked against her, his smooth, 
well-muscled body squirming against her soft, supple flesh, the lust-heated 
pole of his hard penis trapped between them, throbbing powerfully against 
her white belly. She could almost feel his warm mouth pressing down on hers, 
feel the tip of his thick tongue pushing between her parted lips, between 
her teeth, surging down her throat as he ground his impassioned hips against 
her tender pussy mound. 

It felt like a fever was overtaking her, like she was being sucked down into 
a seething, sensuous vortex. She struggled up, fighting to open her eyes, 
shaking her head to clear it, to rid it of the deliciously wicked images. 
She looked down at the soft, rounded peaks of her breasts and groaned aloud. 
Her nipples were sticking up like pencil stubs under the thin fabric and 
they absolutely ached with longing. Between her legs there was an ecstatic 
tingling, a quivering of sensation over the plump horse shoe of her pubic 
mound. 

"NOOOO," she moaned softly. She was talking to herself, talking to that part 
of herself that demanded release, release from the tension that was tying 
her insides into knots. Ruth didn't like to masturbate... she always felt 
soiled and guilty afterwards... but that's what she desperately needed to do 
and knew it. She had to take the edge off her lust and quickly or she'd go 
crazy. 

Despite her state of excitement, she had the good sense not to pull up her 
skirt and start playing with herself there and then. Anyone, any of the 
students could have walked in on her in the middle of it. She pushed up from 
the bed and walked into the bathroom on rubbery legs, closing the door 
behind her. As she moved, the swish of her smooth thighs brushing over each 
other only further incited her animal hunger. 

Quickly, she unbuttoned the front of her blouse and pulled her luscious 
breasts free. When she touched the tender, crinkly tips of her nipples, 
waves of sheer delight rippled down over her tummy and down between her 
legs. Unable to bear the tension any longer, she fumbled in under her skirt, 
catching hold of the waistband of her lacy, black bikini panties and rolling 
them down over her flaring hips, then down her slim thighs. As the panty 
crotch came away from the lips of her pussy, she felt the oozing slickness 
there. She shivered. She was sopping wet! 

Kicking her panties off over her shoes, she sat down on the closed toilet 
seat and rumpled the hem of the skirt up over her belly, exposing her long, 
snow white legs, the dark, tufted tangle of her black pubic hair. Moaning 
again, from deeper in her throat, she spread her thighs wide apart, lifting 
her heels from the floor, raising her knees up. She peered down at her own 
pussy, at the ragged pink lips beneath the fringe of dark hairs, at the 
beads of slick moisture clinging to, rimming the slightly pouting labia. The 
keen, foxy scent of her love juices came wafting up over her tummy, so 
musky, so pungent that they made her head spin. She put the heel of her hand 
to the hairy summit of her sex and began to rub, massaging the resilient 
hummock greedily, her hips jerking, hunching upward, responding to the lewd 
and wicked caress by grinding into her smooth palm, by tipping back so that 
the top of her ragged slit, the dew moist petals were rubbed as well. 

Her eyelids fluttered shut and her breathing deepened until it became a 
steady gasping. She was off in a little dream world all her own, a world 
where the hand between her long legs didn't belong to her... it belonged to 
Bret. He was the one who was touching her, savagely groping at the tender, 
sticky meat of her hot pussy, his fingertips teasing down over the 
hair-fringed petals, stroking at them with animal hunger. Bret was rubbing 
her pussy and she was loving it, holding her legs widely splayed for him, 
giving him total access to her deepening slit. As the rushes of pleasure 
intensified, pulsing in time to the insistent pressure of his hand, she 
could feel herself getting so hot, so wet, so swollen that the double pair 
of bright pink lips began to smooch apart, to yawn, to gape invitingly. 
There was a bonfire raging in her cunt, the flames licking up over her 
rippling tummy, down over her trembling thighs, and tiny mewls of pleasure 
erupted from her gasping throat. 

"OOOOOOH, BRET! BRET!!" she shrilled. 

Faster and faster, she worked her hand, believing with all her soul that it 
was his hand, her legs opening and closing, scissoring over each other as 
the steam heat of her arousal kept building and building. 

"BRETTTTTT!!" she squealed, her whole body convulsing, her legs kicking 
straight up in the air, the flat of her hand actually slapping her pussy, 
beating a moist, nasty tattoo on the throbbing petals. 

In her mind, the blonde boy was feeling the same all-consuming passion that 
was devouring, destroying her. He was going wild on her, kissing, sucking, 
biting at her bare breasts, pushing down to suck her silky belly, to fuck 
his tongue tip in and out of her deep navel, his mouth sliding lower and 
lower until his lips grazed the soft black hair of her mound, lower still, 
until his nose pushed in between her spongy soft labia, until his tongue 
lapped excitedly at the very mouth of her pussy. 

"NOOOO! HONEY, NO!! DON'T! DON'T PLEEEEASE!!" she bawled to her phantom 
lover. But she didn't mean it. She wanted him to lick her pussy, wanted him 
to eat it whole. She knew that by pretending to be afraid of oral sex, of 
his savage hunger for her loins, she would only drive him wilder, make him 
eat her all the harder. 

Since it was her fantasy, after all, she was right. The Dream Bret went 
totally animal on her, chewing, nipping at the sticky flanges of her cunt, 
working his tongue over every hair, every slick and fragrant fold. The wet 
slurping of his tongue and lips splayed her labia even wider apart, until 
they were peeled back the full length of her slit, until the glistening, 
pearly pink inner flesh of her vagina was exposed. 

Ruth sat there on the toilet seat, her face horribly flushed, her naked fork 
obscenely spread, holding the gooey pink petals open with the fingers of one 
hand and with the other, fumbling in her steaming crevice for the oily 
little marble of her erect clitoris. 

"YESSSS!" she shrieked as a searing surge of ecstasy jarred through her 
loins. 

It was not the tip of her index finger that was wildly flicking the hot bud 
of her clitoris; it was his tongue. He was moaning and snuffling, snorting 
into her open pussy, licking her clit a mile a minute, trying his damndest 
to drive her right out of her mind. 

He succeeded, in spades. Ruth's eyes bugged open as a jolt of pure 
electricity shot through her mound, her legs flailing madly overhead as the 
delicious rippling tumult of orgasm avalanched down upon her. She could feel 
her pussy squeezing, fluttering on thin air, the round, wet mouth of her 
vagina smooching frantically against her smooth, slippery palm. Then she was 
falling, dropping through space at a terrible speed, her mind illuminated by 
awesomely powerful flashes of white light. Climax inundated her, 
obliterating time, place, everything. All that mattered, all that was real 
for her in those brief, ecstatic seconds was the joy exploding in her loins 
and rocketing up her spine. 

"YESSSSS! YESSSSS!!!" she screeched, the wanton cry bursting from her throat 
as she lifted her knees way up over her shoulders, as her blinding pleasure 
storm peaked. 

She was so wrapped up in her own delight that she failed to hear the motel 
room door opening, failed to hear someone call out her name with concern. 
Ruth kept right on pinching and rolling her clitoris, quickly pumping it to 
drag her delight out to the absolute limit, imagining that it was her 
teenage dream boat sucking frenziedly at her open cunt even when someone 
knocked tentatively on the bathroom door. She was moaning, groaning so 
loudly that she couldn't have heard the knock even if she'd been listening 
for it. 

When the bathroom door suddenly swung open, Ruth was too dulled by pleasure 
to react instantly, to pull her legs down from their obscene position, to 
pull her dress down to cover her lewdly gleaming genitals. She just sat 
there, still fondling herself, glistening fingers digging greedily into the 
moist parted gash of her cunt, and blinked in shock and disbelief. 

"Oh!" Ginger exclaimed, her face going first dead white under the freckles, 
then slowly turning a beet red. She looked right down at the tour guide's 
naked pussy, at the indecent thing the woman was doing to herself, and was 
paralyzed. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. 

Ruth's face burned, too, as she quickly dropped her feet to the floor and 
swept her skirt down over her bare and glistening loins. Even if she had 
been able to cover herself before the door opened, the pungent, funky smell 
in the closed bathroom would've been a dead giveaway. It smelled like Friday 
night in a brothel. 

"Oh, I thought... I mean... oh!" Ginger babbled, totally stunned by what 
she'd seen. 

Ruth had never been so mortified in all her life. She'd been caught in the 
act! Caught by one of her own students! It was too degrading, too horrible. 
It was a million times worse than if she'd been caught in bed with a boy! It 
made her seem like a complete degenerate! She had to do something, to say 
something to the girl, but couldn't think of anything at all. Her mind was a 
blank, and when she started to get up, to reach out to Ginger, the girl 
jumped back in fear. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!" Ginger cried, stepping out of the bathroom and 
slamming the door shut in Ruth's face. 

Ruth staggered as if she'd been punched in the stomach, dropping back to the 
toilet seat. In that one, impulsive, incredibly stupid moment, she'd blown 
her whole career. From the look in Ginger's eyes, the look of pure horror 
and revulsion, she was sure that the girl would report her, if not at once 
to the bus driver, the leering, sneering driver, then later, to her parents 
after she got home. Either way, Ruth's job was over. The company required 
its tour guides to be of sterling character; there couldn't even be a hint 
of any past sexual impropriety. Lewd conduct on the job was unthinkable. 
Ruth shuddered and began to cry softly. It was worse than just losing the 
job, blowing a chance to move up in the company. In order to cover 
themselves, the company directors would undoubtedly want to make sure that 
she was suitably and publicly punished. Why, they could even send her to 
jail for what she'd done!! 

She grabbed a towel and pressed it tight against her nose and mouth, 
muffling the racking sobs that overwhelmed her. A thousand times in the next 
few minutes, she reviled herself for being such an idiot, such a weak and 
wanton slut. That it would be Ginger, the girl who had everything Ruth 
lusted after, the girl who had Bret, who would be her undoing, was a 
perverse twist of fate. Ruth had meant to keep an eye on the girl, but it 
worked out the other way around. 

Ruth cried herself out into the towel and when she was done, she felt 
utterly drained. She regarded her tear-stained cheeks, her bloodshot eyes in 
the mirror and whimpered. What a mess she was! And there were still three 
more days of the tour to get through! Three more days of wondering if Ginger 
had told on her, of wondering if all the students knew, if they were all 
laughing at her behind her back. She had to salvage her face, to make some 
attempt at regaining her dignity. She turned on the cold water tap and began 
to wash her face. The icy water seemed to bring her back to her sense a 
little. 

She blotted her face with a fresh towel and surveyed the damage to her make 
up. The mascara was ruined and the hint of eyeliner was gone, but a quick 
touch up would fix that. She worked quickly, efficiently, and was finished 
with the job in minutes. She smirked at herself as she viewed her pretty 
face. She looked so cool, so calm, so sexy, no one would know that she had 
just been through a disaster. 

Then a thought hit Ruth like a ton of bricks. She had to reach out and grasp 
the wash basin with both hands to steady herself. If her career was truly 
over, if she was going to get the axe and possibly much worse after this 
tour was over anyway, then she was free to do whatever she felt like doing 
without fear of discovery, of punishment! They could only do so much to her, 
no matter how she behaved from here on. She was free to seduce any and all 
of the boys who appealed to her, to use them any way she wanted! 

As she considered the possibilities, the ramifications, her heart began to 
pound excitedly. She felt a growing certainty that Ginger wouldn't try and 
report her to the bus driver. It would be too embarrassing a thing to tell 
to a strange man. No, the girl would wait until she got home and then tell 
her mother. The shit wouldn't hit the fan until the three days were up! 

Ruth realized, though, that she had to be very careful around Ginger, very 
aware that the way she acted would have a great deal to do with how the girl 
reacted to what she'd seen. If Ruth acted scared or ashamed, there was a 
good chance that Ginger would tell all to one of her girlfriends and that 
had to be avoided at all costs. Ruth wanted her predicament to be a secret 
so she could work on the teenage boys unimpeded. So, she had to present a 
firm, confident front to the world in general and to Ginger in particular. 

The tour guide buttoned up the front of her blouse and brushed her skirt 
free of wrinkles, then opened the bathroom door and walked purposefully out 
into the motel room. The two girls, Ginger and Sara, were sitting on their 
beds reading magazines. When the door opened, Sara looked up and smiled. 
Ginger just kept on reading, keeping her face hidden behind the garish cover 
of the movie magazine. 

"I'm going to check on the others," Ruth announced. She looked at Ginger and 
frowned. "Ginger, you know you shouldn't be reading that trash. It will rot 
your mind." 

The redhead lowered the magazine and peered at Ruth, her blue eyes still 
showing revulsion and horror, but a kind of puzzlement, too, an amazement at 
the boldness, the shamelessness of the woman who stood before her. 

That puzzlement was just what Ruth wanted to see. She wanted to keep the 
girl off-balance, to keep her guessing. 

"Why don't you put that garbage away... both of you," Ruth said, turning to 
Sara, "and start reading about the Bainsford House. That will be our first 
stop tomorrow morning. It's a very interesting place. All the background 
information is in your tour booklet." 

Sara made a pouty face and Ginger just looked dumbfounded. 

"The tour booklet, girls," Ruth said, with authority. 

Both girls put down their movie magazines and dutifully scrounged up the 
educational material. 

"That's better," Ruth said, smiling. "Much, much better." She walked 
confidently across the room and opened the motel room door, stepping out 
into the cool night air. She felt strange, like she wanted to laugh out 
loud. It was all going to work! She could feel it down to her toes. She was 
going to get everything she wanted before she had to pay the piper! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Wow! Would you look at that!" Tod Parks cried as the Bainsford House came 
into view through the bus' front window. 

The teenagers behind him all stood up, trying to get a look. As a result, 
none of them could see anything but the backs of each other's heads and the 
bus lurched precariously because of the sudden shift in weight. 

"Sit down, please!" Ruth shouted to them, waving her hands in the air. 
"We'll all be able to see in a second." 

When she turned back to the front of the bus, the gabled mansion was looming 
up at them. It sat atop a high, wooded knoll in the middle of a fairly large 
sized valley. It looked like a fairy castle with all the Victorian geegaws, 
the steep roofed turrets, the intricately carved arches. To further enhance 
the fairy look of the place, it had been painted in exquisite colors, all 
the shingling was done in a warm rust, the tall, narrow window frames in 
chocolate brown, the sweep of the curving arches in startling pinks and 
yellows. It looked like the kind of place an elf king would live in. 

"The Bainsford House," Ruth said, reciting the tour booklet's words almost 
exactly, "was built in 1881 by Niles Kerwood Bainsford, the Borax tycoon, 
for his wife, Angelina, and his daughter, Faye. The cost at the time of 
construction was four million dollars. Such a house could not, I repeat, 
could not be built today for less than ten times that amount." She paused to 
let the "ooohs" and "ahhhhs" to die down. 

"It has thirty-five bedrooms," she went on as the bus came to a stop out 
front, "twenty bathrooms, two grand ballrooms, three formal dining rooms, a 
formal garden, a solarium, an arboretum, an extensive wine cellar and a 
shooting range. At the peak of Mr. Bainsford's fortune, in 1887, on a single 
weekend, he entertained as many as twenty- five hundred people." 

"It's wonderful!" Sara gushed, her eyes as big as doorknobs, her hands 
clasped rapturous between her pert little breasts. 

"Once we are inside," Ruth continued, "we will follow the Bainsford House 
staff tour guide. Please stick as close to her as you possibly can. It's a 
huge house and it's very easy to get lost if you wander off. We don't have 
time to waste hunting for you." She gave Bret and Ginger a stern look and 
was pleased to see the young man wince and the redhead jerk her eyes to the 
floor. 

"All right, single file, now," she said, leading them out the bus' front 
door. 

She walked up the broad stairway leading to the spacious veranda that ran 
the whole length of the mansion. The staff guide, a Mrs. Coolidge, was 
waiting for her in front of the huge double front doors. 

"Beautiful day!" Mrs. Coolidge said, energetically. She was a tiny, 
silver-haired lady who always wore prim long dresses and an intense smile. 
Clearly, she loved her work. 

"Yes, it is," Ruth said. Then she turned back to the students who were 
rubbernecking, gawking as they milled up the stairs. "Please, remember what 
I said about staying close to Mrs. Coolidge," she told them. 

"That's right, children," the little old lady said, "stay close so you won't 
miss a single one of my pearls of wisdom." 

The students gave each other strained looks, as if they couldn't believe 
anybody could be as corny as Mrs. Coolidge, but thankfully, no one had the 
courage to crackwise, not yet, anyway. 

"I want to call your attention to these double doors before we go in," the 
old lady said, gesturing at the deeply carved oak panels, the beveled and 
frosted leaded glass. "These doors were imported from Paris, France. They 
were made in 1794 and originally graced the entrance to the Chateau 
d'Champagne du Lac, the residence of Viscount Henri Rothschild. They were 
taken completely apart, crated, shipped here and reassembled." 

Some of the students had begun to fidget, but their attention perked up when 
they entered the house proper. Boring spiel or not, the inside of the place 
was absolutely stunning. There was a lavishness, a richness to everything, 
the furnishings, the architecture that made even the most dull-witted of the 
teenagers gape in awe. 

When Mrs. Coolidge led the group into the main library off the central 
foyer, the sighs of ecstasy were spread evenly all around. Even Ruth, who 
had seen the Faye stained glass portrait many, many times, was stricken to 
stone. 

"That glorious window," the little old lady intoned, gesturing at the huge 
work of art that took up practically one entire wall from floor to ceiling, 
"is a portrait of Niles Bainsford's daughter, Faye. It was commissioned in 
1889 and it took three years to complete. During those three years, tragedy 
struck the Bainsford family. Angelina Bainsford died quite suddenly, leaving 
her husband a crushed man. He was never to fully recover from the shock of 
his loss. More and more, he doted on his pretty young daughter, who 
resembled Angelina a great deal. Up until Mrs. Bainsford's death, the 
mansion was always full of wealthy young suitors, admirers of Faye's beauty. 
After her death, however, Mr. Bainsford refused to admit any of the young 
men to the house. Soon after that, he stopped entertaining altogether, 
closing his doors to society amid rumors of terrible scenes taking place in 
the grand ballroom, scenes between the master of the mansion and his male 
guests, over supposed attempts on their part to defile the purity of young 
Faye." 

Ruth shivered. Whoever the artist was who'd conceived and constructed the 
stained glass window, he was a genius. The quality of the light streaming 
through the colored glass, the portrait on glass of the young heiress were 
spellbinding. He managed to capture, in her kneeling, praying figure a sense 
of perfect innocence. 

"According to legend," Mrs. Coolidge went on, "Mr. Bainsford demanded that a 
lock of his daughter's hair be placed somewhere in the portrait, fused right 
into the glass. If the lock of hair is there, no one has ever been able to 
find it." 

The little old lady smiled as she saw the teenagers intently searching the 
great panel for the tiny bit of hair. Then her face grew somber. 

"Within a month after the completion of the window," she said, gravely, 
"Faye Bainsford was dead... by her own hand. She threw herself out of the 
east tower window on May 12, 1892, two years and one day after her mother's 
death." 

The roomful of teenagers was deathly still. 

Every single one of them was holding his or her breath, staring wide eyed up 
at the magnificent portrait. 

"As I said," she continued, "Mr. Bainsford never regained his sanity after 
his wife's death. He became a recluse and forced that lifestyle upon his 
daughter. Had Faye not been so devoted, so trusting, she might have 
survived, might have escaped the horror of her fate. But she loved her 
father and wanted to help him. In truth, no one could help Niles Bainsford. 
He was both doomed and damned. With every day that passed, he became more 
irrational, more jealous of anyone, anything that interfered with his 
relationship with his daughter. He demanded that she sleep in the adjoining 
bedroom, Angelina's bedroom, and that the door between the two chambers be 
kept open at all times. Bainsford became the most disturbed during the 
period of the full moon. By February of 1892, he'd become so violent, so 
unbalanced, that he even frightened himself. He ordered the few remaining 
servants to chain him to his bed and not to release him until the full moon 
had waned." 

A chill raced up Ruth's spine and scuttled crablike under her scalp. Mrs. 
Coolidge was a past master of the pregnant pause. 

"After witnessing the change that came over him," the little old lady said, 
"all the servants left. According to the butler, who had been with the 
family for twenty years, Mr. Bainsford turned into something not quiet 
human, something pitiful and at the same time terrifying. So, Niles and Faye 
were left alone in the house. 

"Nothing untoward happened until a month later, when the full moon was again 
on the rise. This particular rising of the moon coincided exactly with the 
death of Angelina Bainsford. No one knows just what happened the night 
before Faye's suicide. There were only the two of them. Some people say that 
Niles Bainsford, caught up in the throes of his moon madness and grief, 
crossed through the door that night and, thinking that Faye was his wife, 
took her violently and at great length, only releasing her after the sun had 
come up... whereupon, she climbed, sobbing, hysterical to the highest point 
of the mansion clad only in her nightdress, and leaped to her death." 

The room was deathly still, all eyes were turned towards the silver-haired 
lady. 

"Niles Kerwood Bainsford," she said carefully, "lived one year more. One 
year exactly. On the anniversary, the double anniversary of tragedy, he blew 
his brains out. He did this while standing on the east tower ledge, the same 
spot where Faye jumped. Before he shot himself, he was heard to shout 'The 
ghosts! I cannot abide the ghosts!' " The ensuing silence was finally broken 
when one of the teenagers coughed. It was a signal for all of them to 
shuffle their feet, to scratch, to return to the world of the present. Even 
so, the story had had an effect on each of them; it was visible in their 
eyes, in the way they held their mouths. 

"Next," Mrs. Coolidge said, "we will see the president's suite. President 
Rutherford B. Hayes slept there the last year of his term of office." 

As the teenagers trooped after the little old lady, Ruth hung back. She had 
already made up her plan. She knew who she was going to seduce, and how and 
where she was going to do it. 

"Oh, Tod," she said, waving the young man over to her. 

"Yes, Ms. Jacoby?" he said, eagerly. 

She smiled at him. Tod was not her first choice for a lover, but he was a 
close second or third. She knew that she didn't dare come on to Bret, not 
with Ginger hanging on his arm, Ginger who when threatened with the loss of 
her boyfriend might decide to spill the beans to prevent it... so she had to 
be satisfied with Tod. Not that he was such an unlikely choice. There was 
something about his earnestness, his eagerness to please that really excited 
her. Also, he was too straight-laced, too stiff. Under that rigid exterior, 
she knew there had to be a highly repressed animal begging to be unleashed. 
That's exactly what she intended on doing. 

"I wonder if you'd mind helping me for a minute," she said, trying not to 
show her excitement. 

Tod glanced over his shoulder at the rapidly disappearing single file line 
of his fellow students. 

"Don't worry," she told him, "we'll catch up with them in a bit. There's 
something I'm supposed to get ready to hand out to all the students and I'm 
afraid the boxes are too heavy for me." 

Tod puffed his chest out with pride, obviously tickled to death that she 
regarded his "strength" so highly. "I'll be glad to help," he said. 

"This way," she told him, leading him in the opposite direction the others 
were taking. She wandered back through the great house until she came to a 
part that wouldn't be covered much later in the tour. She walked straight to 
a door that she knew opened into a deep linen closet, gripped the crystal 
knob, and opened it. 

"It's all in here," she said, turning on the light. She stood to one side 
and let the boy walk in past her. 

Tod looked at all the empty shelves layered almost up to the ceiling in the 
oblong room, then turned toward her, his face full of confusion. 

"What's all in here, Ms. Jacoby?" he said. "This place is empty. Are you 
sure you've got the right closet?" 

"Oh, yes, Tod," she said, thickly, pulling the closet door closed behind 
her, "this is the place, all right." 

The boy smiled weakly. "But you said that the stuff you had to hand out was 
in here," he said. 

"That's right, Tod, it is," she said, moving closer to him. 

"Heh, heh," he laughed nervously, backing up until he came against the rear 
wall. 

"You see, darling," she said, stretching out the last word until it was a 
sigh, a caress, "I have nothing to hand out to the other students... but I 
do have something to hand out to you." 

"Really?!" he croaked, his face blushing as he inhaled her perfume, as he 
automatically glanced down at her lush breasts. 

She nodded and began unbuttoning her blouse. She undid it all the way down 
to her navel, keeping the lapels closed, giving him a teasing glimpse of the 
insides of her supple mounds, of the silky smoothness of her white skin. She 
watched his face, the astonishment, the growing excitement. He was beginning 
to understand what was about to happen. 

"Do the other boys talk about my breasts at all?" she asked him, still 
holding her blouse closed. 

"Huh?! What?!!" he said, jerking his eyes up from her chest. 

She smiled at him. "Do they talk about my tits?" she said. "Do they talk 
about what they'd look like, what they'd feel like?" 

"Uhhh, well, uhhh, sure, I guess so," he stammered, his eyes dropping back 
down to those sleek cones. 

The deep blush in his cheeks told her that he was telling the truth. "I 
thought as much," she said. "All of you guys want a peek at them. Well, Tod, 
this is your lucky day." 

"My what?" he gasped. 

Ruth ripped the front of her blouse open, spilling out the heavy globes of 
her ripe breasts. 

"JEEEZ!" Tod moaned, his eyes becoming huge. 

She grinned at him, putting the tip of her index finger to the soft smooth 
pink rings that crowned her resilient mounds. She teased her fingertip round 
and round and like magic, the soft smooth ring began to crinkle up, to push 
out from the tip of her breast, to harden into a taut, sexy stub. It felt 
good, too. It felt great to be showing her tits off to the astounded 
teenager, to be fondling herself right in front of him. 

"What do you think, Tod?" she asked, scooping the luscious cones up in her 
hands, allowing the jutting nipples to stick out between her fingers as she 
squeezed herself, flattening her breasts up into snowy full moons. "Are they 
big enough to suit you?" 

"Big enough?!! Wow! Are they ever!!" he groaned excitedly, his hands moving 
nervously at his sides. 

"You wouldn't like to touch them, to feel them up a little, would you?" she 
asked, tauntingly. 

"Wow!" Tod said, his jaw dropping. "Do you mean it?!" 

Ruth reached down and took his wrist in her hand, raising his hand up, 
putting his fingers on the warm peak of her breast. When he gripped her 
smooth flesh, digging his fingers into it, digging the hard, hot nipple into 
his palm, she shuddered violently and let out a little moan of pleasure. 

"God! They're so soft!" the boy cried, taking both of her delectable mounds 
up in his hands and squeezing them, rubbing his thumbs over her taut nipple 
buds. 

"HONEY! OOOH, HONEY!" she groaned, moving closer to him, putting her hands 
on either side of his waist. "Honey, suck them! Suck my tits until I 
scream!" 

Tod didn't even say "Wow!" He just dove into her breasts, stuffing her hot 
nipples into his mouth, licking them with his tongue, working on one, then 
the other, smearing them with his searing saliva. 

Ruth cradled his bobbing head with her hands, guiding his hungry, young 
mouth over her breasts, cooing with ecstasy as his lashing tongue, his 
sucking lips, his nipping teeth sent flickers of delight shooting down over 
her tummy, down between her legs. She'd been right about the boy! Once he 
was turned loose, he was a wild thing. He couldn't get enough of her tits. 
He was snuffling and snorting, slurping noisily like a hog at trough, trying 
to stuff as much of her supple cones into his mouth as possible. In his 
excitement, he was sucking her buds deep into his mouth, way over the back 
of his tongue and when he let them pop free, the gleaming, dripping, 
friction-reddened stubs, indeed, the whole ends of her breasts quivered and 
jiggled deliciously. 

"That's it, Tod," she moaned to him, her eyes shut tight, her head beginning 
to roll about on her shoulders, her long hair swishing through the air, 
"BITE THEM! BITE MY TITS!" 

Tod chewed her nipples savagely, rolling the erect tubes of tender flesh 
between his teeth, all the time milking the heavy globes right into his 
mouth. 

He did his work so well, so wonderfully well, that after a few minutes Ruth 
was on the verge of screaming. Incredible waves of pleasure raged through 
her body and the heat between her thighs was so great that she thought she 
was going to melt. Gasping for air, she pushed him back, forcing him to 
stand upright, pinning his shoulders to the wall. 

"WAIT! LOVER, WAIT!!" she moaned into his feverish face. 

His mouth was gleaming with smeared slobber and all around his lips the 
smooth skin was reddened from the prolonged contact with her flesh. He was 
breathing even harder than she was, making horrible gasping sounds. 

"MMMMMM, YOU DID THAT GOOD!" she said, planting her warm, smooth mouth on 
his wet one, stuffing her long tongue down his throat. She felt him stiffen 
against her as she proceeded to explore the buttery soft inside of his mouth 
and throat. Whether he was used to French kissing or not, he soon got into 
the swing of things. Before she knew it, it was Tod who was flipping his 
tongue through her pursed lips, fucking into the hot, sweet cavern of her 
mouth, trying to strangle her to death with his hot, pebbly tongue. 

She let him french her to his heart's content, grabbing hold of his hips and 
pulling his loins hard against hers. At once, she felt the hard, pulsing 
lump of his penis. He had an erection, all right, one hell of an erection! 
The feel of that throbbing rod pushing against the top of her mound and her 
belly made Ruth go all mushy inside. She could feel her pussy starting to 
seep hot, slick juice, feel the slippery dribbles streaming down the insides 
of her thighs. It was too much! Too much! 

Groaning, she pushed him back, pulling his tongue from her throat. She 
looked down at the bulge in his pants and whimpered. For a boy his size, he 
was hung like a gorilla! 

"I WANT TO TOUCH IT! I WANT TO TOUCH IT!!" she crooned to him. 

Taking his lead from her, Tod grabbed her wrist and put her warm fingers 
against his luridly pulsing crotch, his eyelids fluttering shut as her 
fingers encircled the trouser- shrouded neck of his penis. 

"IT'S SO BIG!" she moaned, squeezing the hot rod right through his pants, 
rubbing the heavy, blood-filled knob into her palm. 

"OOH, WOW! WOW!!" he gasped, his hips writhing, hunching lewdly into her 
massaging hand. 

The lust-swollen bulb filled her whole fist with its fiery heat, its mammoth 
girth; it made her whole body ache with longing. Quickly, she ripped open 
his fly, shoving her hand inside, grabbing the bare, smooth-skinned staff of 
his erect penis, jerking it out into the light. 

"OH, TOD! TOD, LOVER! IT'S BEAUTIFUL!" she wailed. 

Indeed, the young man had a fine looking cock on him. The head was a great 
swollen mushroom of palest pink, cleft in the middle like an albino plum, 
and at the lower half of the cleft was a tiny, glistening slit. The upper 
side of his bulb was crowned by a jutting ridge of spongy flesh that 
throbbed visibly with every twitch, every jerk of the rigid shaft. Directly 
beneath the wet slit, hanging in soft, wrinkled folds was a small clump of 
skin, his nerve bundle, the seat of all his pleasure. The clump of skin was 
a darker shade of pink than the rest of his shaft, filled with thousands of 
sensitive nerves that led directly to his massive, shifting testicles. Under 
the nerve bundle, the thick blue veins of his shaft jutted out from the 
thick flesh like soda straws, intertwining like fat blue worms. And, running 
the full length of the underside of his penis, standing out cleanly against 
the smooth outer sheath, was a great bowstring taut mass of tendon and 
ligament. Each time the tendon tightened, his cock would nod and bob, bob 
and nod idiotically. 

Tod didn't have very much body hair at all, a few wisps on the ruddy 
gooseflesh of his scrotum, a bit more around the broad root of his cock in a 
lewd, feathery ring. His hairlessness made him seem even younger to Ruth and 
.that excited her more than she could stand. 

She slipped her fingers down around the wide base and gave the full length 
of it a brisk, pumping caress. She didn't treat his cock like it was made of 
china, but really pulled on it, knowing from experience that that was how to 
give a guy the most pleasure. 

"UHHHHH!" Tod moaned, slitting his eyes against the astonishing surge of 
delight that rushed over his balls. 

"It's going to be good for you, I promise," she panted, driving his long, 
thick cock through her tight fist, squeezing at it in a fluttering, spastic, 
maddening way, a way that mimicked the wild convulsing caress of a cumming 
pussy. Even as the boy writhed in ecstasy, shuddering against her, the 
insistent milking stroke brought a thick, white seepage to his tiny slot. 

Feeling the stuff come oozing out of his cock, feeling it dribbling down 
over his bulb, Tod groaned in embarrassment. He was afraid that she would 
think he'd cum already. He had nothing to fear. 

Ruth knew pre-cum when she saw it... and knew just what to do. 

"OOOOOOH, YOU'RE LEAKING!" she cried, pumping harder, making the slimy fluid 
bubble from his slot, making it trickle over the backs of her fingers in 
gummy rivulets. Ruth let out a baleful moan and threw her face against her 
hand, pressing her wide, full lips against the sticky semen, opening them, 
licking at the white stuff with her tongue. 

"OH! OH, MAN! OH, MAN!!" he croaked, grabbing at the coal black, silky sweep 
of her hair, clutching it in his fist, firmly pulling her squirming mouth, 
her lapping tongue up over the edge of her fingers, up onto the hot skin of 
his cock. 

Ruth moaned with excitement as the musty scent, the gooey consistency, the 
salty flavor of his pre-cum assaulted her senses. Her mouth, her soft lips 
were pressed tight to the hard-throbbing rod of lust-thickened flesh, the 
satiny smooth skin of his shaft and the delicious slippery wetness of his 
semen was smearing over her face. Nothing, save grim death, could have kept 
her from following the sticky trail of sperm up the length of his erection, 
up to its wetly gleaming source. Whimpering, the lovely woman bathed Tod's 
pulsing cock with her slobber, lapping at his penis like it was a popsicle 
on a hot day, as if she were afraid that if she didn't get it all at once, 
it would melt away. 

Instead of melting away, the long rod seemed to grow even longer, thicker, 
and the tendons on its upper surface were pulled so taut that the whole 
length of the knob-tipped staff began to bend into a lewd upward curve, like 
a great pink banana. 

"IT TASTES SO GOOD!!" she whined, her cheeks burning with sex heat as she 
licked her way up the underside of his arching erection, sweeping her tongue 
over the bloated blue veins, sweeping up the gobs of pre-cum dribbling down 
over them. Her whole head reeled from the odor of his loins, musty, manly 
slightly sweaty. In her ardor, she coated his obscenely stiff rod with 
gleaming saliva, working her way up to the clump of skin just below his 
slot. When she touched that super-sensitive nerve bundle with the tip of her 
tongue, the boy thrust his hips forward spastically, hunching right into her 
face. 

"OH!" he gasped, trying to swallow the cotton in his throat, trying to 
control his wildly bucking loins. 

"I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!" she crooned, sucking noisily at his thrill center, 
pulling the tender drapery into her mouth and nursing on it, knowing full 
well that she was sending waves of sheer delight coursing down his long 
cock. 

"OH! OH!!" the boy whined, his penis flexing mightily in response to her 
hot, wet sucking, each flex sending another big blob of heavy creamy fluid 
oozing from his slot, oozing down over the purpling face of his cockhead, 
down to her waiting, hungry lips. By the time Ruth finished with Tod's nerve 
bundle, he was humping like a lust-crazed mink. She drew back a bit and 
looked at the tiny clump of skin. She'd sucked it until it was bright red. 

"UHH!" he said urgently, jerking on her hair, trying to pull her mouth back 
to his aching cock. 

"You want me to suck it some more?" she asked, breathlessly. 

Tod nodded so hard he nearly broke his neck. 

"OOOH, YOU ARE A DIRTY BOY! DIRTY, DIRTY! DO YOU KNOW THAT?" 

He just blinked at her. 

"I'll bet you want me to suck the head until you cum right in my mouth!" 

Tod shut his eyes and nodded again, rapidly. 

"You're a dirty boy," she said, putting her fingers to his broad, rubbery 
bulb and smearing the viscous white pre-cum all over the knob end of his 
penis, "and I'm a dirty girl. I'm going to lick and suck your big, wonderful 
cock. I'm going to make you cum. I'm going to make you cum in my mouth and 
then I'm going to eat it. I'm not going to miss a single drop. But first, I 
think we'd better get your pants all the way down." 

"Whoa!" Tod croaked as she ripped open the button of his waistband, as she 
wrenched both trousers and underwear down around his ankles in a single 
jerk. His clothing was wadded up in a figure eight around his ankles; he was 
hobbled by his own Fruit of the Looms! 

"That's better," Ruth said, leering at his almost hairless legs, at the 
wildly throbbing rod of his penis. "Much better." 

"Oooooh!" the boy groaned as she once again took hold of his cock, wrapping 
her feverish fingers around the thick neck, lifting the jutting spear up 
from the horizontal, pinning the fleshy, searing rim against his sternum. 

Her pulse pounding hard in her temples, Ruth bent down, leaning forward 
toward his naked loins. 

"Uh!" he choked as he felt her hot, steamy breath gust over his semen 
swollen testicles. 

Ruth took a deep breath, inhaling the keen, manly odor of his aroused 
crotch. It was all hers. The big, beautiful boy cock was all hers! She 
opened her mouth and a long strand of crystal clear slobber slipped from her 
lips, dribbling over her chin. Her fingers tightly gripped the sinewy, 
muscular cheeks of his small buttocks as she pressed her trembling lips 
against the hot, pebbly sack of his scrotum. 

"OHHHHH," she moaned, rubbing her mouth against the leathery bag, mashing 
her lips against the heavy, kidney-shaped orbs it contained. 

Tod's whole body jerked at the feel of her mouth upon his balls. His eyes 
opened wide in disbelief as he felt the unbelievable happening. She was 
licking his testicles! Licking them passionately! Bathing them with saliva, 
caressing them lovingly, just as she'd done to the shaft of his cock! 

The feel of his fuzzy balls hard and tight under her lips put wings on 
Ruth's libido. She began to suck at his tender orbs, to work her lips 
completely around them and pop them in and out of her mouth. She knew that 
she was getting to him, turning him on something fierce. She could feel it 
and hear it. Not only was he gasping, wheezing above her, not only were his 
hips ticking rhythmically, grinding his saliva-drenched sack against her wet 
mouth, but his cock, which stuck straight up from his sparsely haired loins 
like a tree trunk, was thumping, pounding against his breastbone as it 
jerked and flexed in anticipation. 

"OH, MAN! OH, MAN!" Tod babbled, wallowing in the sensation, his hands 
caressing her ears and neck. 

Slowly, Ruth began to move her mouth up, working it and her lashing tongue 
up the smooth underside of his cock. She made no attempt to drink down the 
heavy flow of his pre- cum, which had turned into a veritable torrent 
leaking from his bulb, but let it mix with her own hot drool and smeared the 
incredibly slick combined fluid all over his penis. When she'd worked her 
way back up to the head, she paused, panting hard. 

"OOOH, LOVER, I WANT YOUR DICK SO BAD!" she cooed, stabbing the tip of her 
tongue out, rubbing it teasingly over the sticky face of his cock, sawing it 
over his oozing slot. 

Tod just gawked down at her, watching in awe as the lovely woman rasped her 
pointy pink tongue over his cockhead, shuddering at the thrills that lewd, 
intimate contact provided him. 

"So bad!" she moaned, drooling all over him, her lips kissing at the 
blood-filled tip of his penis, beginning to suck at the slippery, rubbery 
face. 

Then Tod went rigid. Those marvelous liquid lips of hers parted and swept 
down over the head of his cock. He could feel the edge of her teeth rasping 
over him and then his hard- pulsing knob was trapped in the seething, slick 
cavern of her mouth and her wet tongue was swirling, madly swirling against 
its underside. 

Ruth drove her soft lips down until they popped over the flaring rim of his 
cockhead, until she held his great, blazing bulb completely in her mouth. It 
was broad and smooth and it pushed out on her cheeks, down on her tongue and 
up on the roof of her mouth. She felt no discomfort, even though the 
mouthful was awesome, even though her cheeks were all pooched out from the 
girth of the thing; she was far, far too turned on to feel anything but 
devastating excitement. Whimpering from her heat, she carefully lowered her 
head, pulling the stout shaft down from the vertical, making it stick out 
straight from his crotch. 

"WOW!" Tod cried as he saw what she was doing to him, saw the immensely 
thick, lust- hardened shaft of his penis jammed between her obscenely 
ovalled lips, saw the way his knob pushed her cheeks out of shape. 

She held his cockhead still in her mouth for a long moment, revelling in the 
sexy sensation, in the hot pulsing against her cheeks and tongue. She looked 
up at him, her lips nibbling faintly at his penis and saw that his eyes were 
glazed, his face shot through with raging pleasure. He was so close, so 
close to cumming already. She held him right on the very brink of orgasm. A 
single hard suck, a tiny nip and he would be fountaining into her throat, 
bucking his joy right into her face. She felt a sense of power at that 
moment, a sense of power that dizzied her. This smooth, sexy boy was her 
puppet, her toy. She could make him jump and jerk at her whim, make him 
dance to her tune, her tempo. 

Slowly, she leaned forward, forcing more and more of the huge rod between 
her lips, making the heavy tip tease over the back of her tongue and nose 
into the tight confines of her throat. 

Tod's knees began to knock as her mouth squirmed down around his mid-shaft, 
as the searing hot sheath of her throat enveloped the bloated head of his 
cock. 

Whining softly, she gripped his buttocks even tighter and pulled herself 
forward, letting his massive erection fill her to the point of pain, taking 
the whole straining shaft into her gullet until the head bumped against 
something solid and unyielding deep within her. Impaled, spitted by the 
monstrous cock, Ruth went into a frenzy. Waves of scorching heat washed over 
her face as she twisted the tightly stretched ring of her lips about the 
broad root of his cock, as she nuzzled her nose into the soft, wispy hairs 
of his loins, as deep in her body, the head of his cock rubbed incitefully 
against the slippery hot walls of her aching throat. Moaning, groaning from 
the fever that consumed her, the tour guide slowly pulled back her head, 
allowing the dripping, gleaming shaft to emerge from the depths of her 
throat. The huge head surged back onto her tongue, its thick rim jamming 
against the back of her teeth. She opened her mouth wider, slipping the 
purpling knob from her lips. 

"Was that nice?" she asked, her voice a hoarse croak from the pressure of 
his penis against her vocal cords. "Did you like that?" 

Tod was far too aroused to make a verbal answer. His eyes were wild with 
passion, his face flushed beet red. His cock answered for him, however, by 
bobbing frantically up and down in front of her wet lips. Then his hands 
were grabbing at her small, shell-like ears, trying to pull her forward 
again, to force her mouth back down over the head of his cock, his cock back 
down into the delicious, soothing depths of her throat. 

Ruth was tempted to take him in again, to bottom him and then start bobbing 
her head, giving him the throat fuck to end all, but she didn't. She had 
something else in mind. 

"NO, LOVER. NO, WAIT," she said, putting her hand flat against his hard, 
lean stomach and holding herself back from him. "I've got something better. 
Something that I know you're just going to love." 

Tod stopped pulling on her ears and slumped back against the wall. 

"That's better," she told him, straightening up. "Now, first you have to do 
a little something for me." 

He looked at her without understanding. Ruth took up her heavy breasts in 
both hands and split them wide apart, opening up her deep cleavage. "First," 
she said, moving closer, "you have to lick." 

The boy immediately fell to the task with a wild eagerness, thrusting his 
face between her parted breasts, licking, slobbering all over the silky 
smooth skin. 

"OOOOH, THAT'S IT! MORE! MORE, LOVER!! GET THEM ALL SOPPING WET! YESSS! 
YESSSSS!" she crooned, shivering with delight as he drenched not only her 
cleavage, but the insides of her firm globes, the tips of her fingers in his 
warm, slick slobber. 

When she decided her tits were wet enough, she pushed him back and made him 
straighten up. Then, she leaned forward and knelt down, pressing her lush 
breasts right into his hard, swollen testicles, forcing his erect penis to 
slip into her hot, wet cleavage. Then she gripped her own tits firmly, 
mashing them together, trapping his cock between the silky pillows of flesh, 
actually bending her mounds around his shaft, completely enfolding it and 
squeezing them together so tight that the head of his cock turned a much 
darker shade of purple, so that it bloated out even more from the blood 
trapped in it, so that the skin took on the same kind of sheen as an 
overinflated balloon. 

"OH! OH!!" Tod gasped as she began to move her hands, as she started to 
slide her breasts up and down his cock shaft, forcing his cockhead to pop in 
and out of the top of her cleavage like a mulberry-colored jack-in-the- box. 
Every time the fat rim popped up into the light, it made her supple mounds 
tremble and quake. 

For any other woman, it probably would've been enough to bring the boy off 
that way, with his searing hot penis wedged between her saliva-coated 
breasts, but not for Ruth. Her hunger for the boy was insatiable. She not 
only wanted to feel his long cock bucking jerking against her tits, to see 
him shoot white semen straight up in the air; she wanted to taste it! 

"MMMMMNNNN," she cooed, bending her neck down and tucking her chin into the 
hollow of her throat. She thrust her open mouth down on his cockhead, 
pushing the entire bulb into her mouth until her warm, wet lips once against 
slipped down over the wide rim. 

Tod couldn't believe what was happening to him. He blinked in amazement as 
he watched her go down on him, as her smooth cheeks suddenly went concave, 
her lips sucking nursing on his knob with startling power, her tongue 
lashing back and forth wildly over his nerve bundle, and all the while her 
hands were moving those silky breasts, making them slip incitefully up and 
down the shaft of his cock. 

Ruth sucked and pumped, pumped and sucked, working her tits faster and 
faster, building up the intense friction heat between his shaft and her 
smooth breasts. 

"UHH! UHH!!" he groaned, his fingers digging into her shoulders hard, his 
hips starting to flip. 

She could feel his excitement beginning to peak. She could feel it in the 
pulsations of his cockhead against her tongue. She could feel it in the 
billowing heat of his balls against her bare tummy. She nursed on his 
bulbous cockhead with all her might and literally whipped her tits over the 
rigid rod, actually mashing them up against her ovalled lips, teasing, 
milking, sucking Tod's precious semen up from his aching balls, up the 
hollow stem of his cock, up toward her famished mouth. 

Ruth groaned as a drop of something hot and salty shot onto her tongue. It 
was about to happen! He was going to cum!! She went berserk, making crazy, 
sloppy sucking sounds, crushing her breasts tighter around his throbbing 
pole as he tried to bring on his orgasm. 

"YOWWW!!" Tod cried, pushing forward from the wall, his hips snapping 
viciously as joy raged down his tumescent cock, as his balls began to pump 
and throb furiously. 

The first gusher of his boiling seed was so powerful, so voluminous, that it 
took the ecstatic woman totally by surprise. She wasn't prepared to be half 
choked to death, drowned by the initial spurt. The great spurt shot straight 
over the back of her tongue and rushed down her throat in a torrent. She 
moaned from low in her belly and gulped as fast as she could, trying to keep 
from coughing, to. keep from sputtering and losing even a single drop of the 
creamy fluid. 

She was so preoccupied with her swallowing that she stopped moving her 
breasts altogether and let the boy screw into her cleavage at his own tempo, 
his hard loins bashing into the undersides of her smooth globes, making them 
quiver like Jell-o on a plate. While he battered her breasts, fucking 
between them as fast as he could, she kept her lips tightly wrapped around 
the neck of his cock. Even before she'd recovered from the first volley, a 
second one was gushing forth, sweeping over her tongue in a hot an sticky 
wave. She bolted down the viscous nutty flavored goo, her adam's apple 
bobbing furiously as she struggled to keep one gulp ahead of the rising 
tide. 

Tod's balls were a vast reservoir of untapped cum. He shot buckets of it 
into her greedy mouth. So much in fact, that she could feel it sloshing 
about in her belly. When she'd had her fill and then some, to give him an 
even more devastating coup de gras, she let the still spurting knob slip 
from between her lips and held its gleaming face against the corner of her 
wetly shining mouth. 

"WOW!" Tod gasped as his cock once again flexed with pleasure, as yet 
another rush of his thick white sperm fountained from his bulb. This time, 
however, it did not go swirling down into her belly; it gushed over her 
upturned face, spattering her lovely mouth, her tiny nose, her furiously 
blushing cheeks. 

"YES! YESSSSS!!" she whined, her fist wrapped tight about his cock root, 
pumping it hard, making the gobs of sticky semen shoot from his bulb and 
rain down upon her feverish features. She held her mouth wide open and 
caught the white dribbles on her tongue, not swallowing them, but holding 
them on it, holding them in a slimy pool for him to see. 

The boy puffed and panted as she mashed her open mouth over his ejaculating 
cock. Without the slightest pause, she pushed the orgasming rod back down 
her throat, driving her lips down to the wide base, mashing her chin against 
his throbbing testicles. 

The feel of her throat tight and slick about his cock set off another series 
of wild convulsions in the boy. He let out a shrill whimper and grabbed hold 
of her head with both hands, pinning it, holding her mouth and throat still. 
Then, grunting like an animal in heat, Tod set about finishing the job for 
himself. He brutally hunched into her face, making his thick cock fly 
through the sucking ring of her lips, making it surge into the marvelous 
tightness of her throat, grinding his balls into her chin. 

Ruth just knelt there and let it happen, wallowing in the feel of all that 
firm, tender young cock flesh pistoning into her mouth, in the wild jerking 
spasms of his spurting rod, in the heavy, viscous flow of his semen that 
seemed to be endless. 

He hunched and humped until he had teased every last flicker of delight from 
his climax, until he'd force fed her every last droplet of his sperm. Then, 
his legs trembling from the strain, the excitement, he let go of her and 
leaned back against the wall. 

She didn't straighten up, nor did she let his penis slip from her lips. She 
kept right on sucking him, working the rapidly wilting length of his cock 
through her sperm-moistened lips. She started massaging his pendulous 
scrotum with her fingers, making the spent orbs once again begin to tighten. 
Though the boy groaned as if she were killing him, in a matter of minutes, 
Ruth had him stiff as a stick once again. Only then did she let him pop from 
her wet mouth. 

"MY, MY, MY," she said, grinning at the luridly erect pole of male flesh. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Tod looked down at himself and winced. If anything, his cock was even 
bigger, even more swollen than before, the outer sheath of skin drawn so 
tight over the bulging inner muscle that it was on the verge of splitting a 
seam. 

"YOU ARE ONE HOT STUD, TOD," she said, beaming. 

The boy puffed out his chest. "Yeah," he said, a bit surprised by his own 
ability to perform. 

"MMMM, AND I JUST ADORE YOUR BALLS," she said, cupping the hard bag in her 
fingers, lifting it up to her warm lips. She kissed those hot orbs 
passionately, rubbing them between her fingers as she did so. 

Tod moaned and flung his knees wide apart, giving her total access to his 
scrotum. "YES! YES, LICK THEM!" he choked. "IT FEELS SO 

GOOD!" 

Ruth gave him one more tender, sucking kiss, then raised up. She intended to 
swallow his damn balls in a minute, but first she had to attend to a very 
important matter. She stood up and quickly wriggled out of her skirt, then 
rolled her tiny bikini panties down from over her pussy, down her thighs and 
took them off. 

Tod just gaped at her succulent nakedness, entranced by the protruding, 
hairy mound between her slender, milky white thighs, by the gaping pink slit 
that divided the hummock neatly in two. 

She parted her legs a bit, letting him look right into her pussy, at the 
supple, rounded domes of her asscheeks. 

"What do you think, Tod?" she said. "Will I do?" 

"God, yes!!" he moaned. 

She smiled, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "Maybe you'd like to take a 
closer look at it?" she suggested. 

He nodded briskly, as did his penis. 

Ruth shivered as she moved right up next to him, as she put her hands on his 
shoulders and pressed down, making him kneel in front of her. Like a little 
slave, she thought, a hot little slave. Her mind sizzling and snapping with 
lust, she raised her right foot from the floor and propped it up on the edge 
of a shelf opposite, splaying her whole crotch wide open under his very 
nose. 

"Well?" she said. 

Tod was gawking at her bare cunt. His adam's apple kept bobbing as he gulped 
down the hot drool welling up in his mouth. It was the smell of her pussy 
that was doing it, making him slobber like that. That keen, foxy odor did 
things to him that he never dreamed of. It made his pulse rate go right 
through the roof, made him hunger for her like a wild beast. He examined her 
bare vagina from a distance of no more than six inches. It was rimmed by 
black, straight hairs that stood up in a thick spit curl at the summit of 
her mound. Under the hairs was an ellipse of hot pink, glistening flesh. He 
leered at the pair of outer labia, so swollen, so ready for a fuck that they 
were all peeled back, and the inner, thinner lips which hung down like the 
flaps of a tiny moist tent. In the gap between those slick inner lips, he 
could see the juicy shadowy entrance to her vagina. He could see the 
sphincter flexing rhythmically. And below it, nestled between her lush 
buttcheeks he could make out the tiny rosebud of her anus, a wrinkly little 
ring that puckered and twitched at him. 

"GO ON, TOD," she said, huskily, "TOUCH IT IF YOU WANT. GO ON AND FEEL MY 
PUSSY." 

The boy put his hands to the insides of her thighs and slid them up and over 
the smooth flesh, tentatively touching the angry, swollen petals, then 
jerking his fingers back. 

"No, lover," she chided him. "Like this." She grabbed hold of the middle 
finger of his right hand, made him hold it stiffened, then jammed it right 
between her labia, right up into her seething, slippery cunt. 

"OH!" Tod gasped as the slick, raging folds of her lust-heated vagina parted 
over his fingertip, as the ecstatic woman began to stuff his finger in and 
out of her pussy. 

"LIKE THIS! LIKE THIS!!" she cried, pushing, pulling on his wrist, making 
the digit fly through the quivering grip of her cunt. 

Tod was a quick learner. The second she let go of his hand, he began darting 
his finger about inside her, squirming it over the juicy, hot walls of her 
cunt. The more he fingered her, the more juicy she got, until her viscous 
lubricant was dripping down into his hand and smearing all over the insides 
of her thighs. 

"UHH! OHHH!" Ruth bawled, moaning every time his finger crammed in to the 
knuckle, every time his knuckle bashed against the hard little bud of her 
clitoris, making the sparks fly over her mound. 

Tod didn't know what was more exciting to him... the feel of her sticky 
channel diving down over his finger, the smell of her arousal raging up into 
his nostrils, or the wildly wanton sounds she was making in answer to his 
deeply probing thrusts. 

"OHHH, HARDER! HARDER!!" she begged him, her hips beginning to swivel at 
bit, the swiveling making her inner folds sweep over his pistoning finger, 
making the hard node of her clitoris rasp against his knuckle. 

Tod had a better idea than that. Her pussy was getting looser and looser by 
the second, so loose that he could hardly feel the walls anymore. He paired 
his middle and forefingers and corkscrewed them both right up into her 
belly. 

"UHHHHH!!" Ruth howled, her body reacting violently to the suddenly wider 
stretching penetration, her hips flipping, her cunt greedily gobbling all 
that hard flesh. Then she began to roll her ass in short, pumping strokes, 
making the doubled digits fly in and out of her tube. In a matter of 
seconds, hot pussy juice was sputtering every which way and the raven-haired 
woman was cumming all over herself. 

"OOOOOH!! OOOOOH, LOVER!!" she wailed, as she felt her pussy clamp down on 
his fingers, as the wave of sheer delight hoisted her up, then dropped her, 
let her tumble through the lightless void. Huffing, puffing, whining like a 
little child, she jerked and snapped her hips, working her cunt juice into a 
fine lather. 

Tod watched spellbound as the ravenous, black-haired pussy gobbled his 
fingers. The angry, blubbering petals dove down to his knuckles, burying his 
fingers in hot, buttered velvet, grinding the lust-heated flesh against 
them, then darting back, leaving behind a trail of slippery, stinky 
lubricant. And as the hungry pussy swallowed his digits, it squeezed them in 
wild, fluttering spasms that rippled inward, ever inward, as if trying to 
pull his whole hand up her cunt. 

Ruth gyrated obscenely against the boy's hand, stretching her pleasure out 
to the outer limit. Finally, shivering with ecstasy, the tour guide grabbed 
him by the wrist and pulled her seething cunt back, unsheathing his 
glistening fingers. A great rush of trapped lubricant came bubbling from her 
pussy mouth, oozing over the insides of her thighs, dripping from the 
parted, lust-swollen lips of her cunt. 

"It's time," she said, her voice a hoarse whisper, her heart thumping up 
under her chin. 

"Time?" he said, peering up, up over the heaving plane of her silky tummy, 
the jutting cones of her ripe breasts, up at her face. 

She gripped his shoulder and pulled up, making him stand up. "TIME TO SCREW, 
LOVER," she breathed into his face. 

Tod jerked as if she'd inserted a live wire up his ass. He was ready to go 
and then some! Suddenly, he was all over her, kissing her, shoving his 
tongue down her throat, groping greedily at her bare buttocks, trying to get 
one hand on his cock and the other on her wetly parted slit. 

"OH! NO, WAIT!" she moaned, pushing free of his octopus like embrace. "NOT 
LIKE THAT!" 

The boy stood there trembling while she showed him how it was done. She 
leaned her warm, smooth body against him, pressing her resilient breasts 
into his chest, trapping his hotly throbbing penis between their bellies, 
rubbing the hairy, sticky meat of her pussy against his bloated scrotum. 

"God!" he gasped, his eyelids fluttering. For an instant he thought that she 
was going to try and stuff his balls up into her cunt! 

Ruth only writhed against him for a moment, then pushed back, standing on 
her left foot and raising her right leg up, up, up until she could get her 
foot on the edge of a shelf at about waist height. Her leg was raised so 
high that her knee nearly rushed the tip of her tautened nipple, raised so 
high that her whole wet and fragrant fork was tipped up, ready to receive 
the hulking, glistening length of his ruddy penis. 

"I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU, TOD," she panted into his face, her fingers 
encircling the thick, pulsing neck of his penis, bending the curving shaft 
down until his swollen bulb mashed into her wet pubic ruff. "I'm going to 
fuck you so good that it'll drive you crazy. Right out of your mind." 

Tod's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. His eyes were huge 
with wonder and lust. 

"And you're going to be cumming again in no time," she promised him. 
"Cumming way deep in my belly, filling me up with your sperm." 

Tod's face turned dark red, dangerously red, as the raw animal hunger 
devoured him. He closed his eyes and nodded, his trembling fingers slipped 
around the supple curve of her hips, holding on for dear life. 

"Just relax now," she told him. "Relax and let it happen." 

That was a little easier said than done, especially when the horny tour 
guide pulled harder on his cock, making his broad bulb slide over the hot 
buttered velvet folds of her wet labia. When those slick, spongy lips parted 
under his cocktip, encasing the first half inch of his penis in marvelously 
slippery heat, it was as if some primitive circuit had been opened in the 
boy's reeling brain. His whole being was consumed by the urge to hump, the 
need to bury his hulking bone in her hot belly. And hump he did, suddenly, 
violently, snapping his ass three, four, five times in rapid succession... 
all to no avail. 

"OWWW!" Ruth cried as his huge cockhead bashed into the top part of her open 
slit... a good two inches from its intended target. The brutal impacts stung 
something fierce and his arms were circling her waist, holding her tight, 
holding her trapped as he hunched and hunched and hunched mindlessly. 

"UNNFF! UNNNFF!" he grunted, his face twisted up into a scowl of pleasure. 
He thought he was getting her! He actually thought he was fucking her!! 

Ruth tried to free herself from him, but he was like a wild man. His big 
cock kept smashing into her mound, sending shock waves of pain echoing 
through her whole body. She had to do something. Something! Whimpering, she 
thrust her hand down between their bellies and shoved as hard as she could. 

"JEEEZ!" the boy howled as his lust- bloated bulb squeaked down through the 
slippery trough of her cunt, the bulbous tip nosing right into the very 
mouth of her pussy. As that slick aperture stretched, trying to accommodate 
him, Tod realized that he had not yet begun to "get it." The primal circuits 
opened once more and he turned into a grunting, humping maniac, hell bent on 
getting hair deep in her big wet pussy. 

"OH! OWW!" Ruth wailed, hopping on her single supporting foot, her breasts 
jouncing, jiggling, at each painful thrust. Again, the boy was getting 
nowhere. This time, however, it was not a function of his lack of 
experience; it was a function of the size of his penis. His cock was so 
swollen, so engorged with hot blood, that its head dwarfed not only her 
parted slit, but her entire mound. As it bashed against her straining pussy 
mouth, the flaring rim caught on her droopy labia, her wet hairs and tried 
to take them right up her cunt with it. It was impossible, utterly 
impossible. 

Again, for his part, Tod thought he was really screwing the daylight out of 
her. He mistook her squeals of pain for cries of pleasure. 

"OHH! STOP!! STOP!!!" she cried. 

The boy wouldn't listen. He was off in his private world of pleasure. He 
continued to hunch against her, just the very tip of his penis pushing in 
and out of her vaginal entrance. 

"STOP!!" she bawled, giving the boy a hard smack right across the face. 

Tod's head snapped to the side from the impact and for a second, only the 
whites of his eyes showed. He stopped humping instantly and when he turned 
his face back towards her, his eyes were brimming with tears. She had hurt 
more than his smooth face; she had hurt his feelings. 

"It'll be all right," she told him, "really. We'll make it right, you'll 
see. It'll go in, but we have to work at it. I've never had such a big cock. 
I'm too small." 

Tod's feelings were no longer hurt. He beamed up at her proudly. 

"We're going to have to get me looser, lover," she told him, holding his 
cock in one hand and masturbating it teasingly, while she fumbled about with 
the apex of her cunt with the other, searching for and finding the oily 
little marble of her clitoris. She caught the swollen, nerve-filled bud of 
flesh between her thumb and forefinger and as she continued to pump and 
wring out Tod's penis, she rolled the lump of super-sensitive tissue back 
and forth. 

Almost instantly, her soft, white belly began to ripple and Tod watched in 
awe as her pussy followed suit, as the pouting labia began to smooch in and 
out most provocatively, sent into motion by the powerful tremors of orgasm. 

"BABY! LOVER!!" she wailed, crushing his cock in her grip, rubbing her hairy 
mound against his thigh, painting his smooth skin with her hot juices. 

To some it might have seemed that the raven-haired woman was just committing 
the self abuse to please herself, that she was so enthralled by her own 
hunger to climax that she was ignoring the needs of her partner. Not so! 
There was method to Ruth's madness. She knew that after a second orgasm her 
pussy always got incredibly loose, that it remained loose until the third 
orgasm rolled over her, until her pussy once again fluttered and squeezed 
convulsively. As she continued to finger her clitoris, as she writhed and 
squirmed in ecstasy, her pussy not only got looser, but the flow of her 
escaping juices became much, much heavier. It was a torrent of viscous stuff 
that filled the closet with the pungent, moving aroma of her arousal. 

"OOOOOH, I'M GETTING SOOOOOO JUICY!" she moaned, shaking her hips excitedly 
as the colored lights flickered on and off between her ears, as the searing, 
scorching waves of delight danced in her loins. 

Tod didn't have to be told about the state of her cunt; he could smell it 
and he could feel it. The odor of her pussy was making him actually slobber 
like a dog and he could feel the beads of her slick lubricant running down 
his leg as she ground her hot loins against his thigh. The sensation was so 
wildly stimulating that he nearly shot on the spot. 

Once again, Ruth fitted the head of his penis between her labia, standing up 
on her toes to get the angle right as she crammed the knobby head against 
her quivering entrance. Had she been able to see what she was attempting to 
do, she might have stopped then and there. The tiny, pink tent of her pussy 
sat atop the purpling, bloated head of his cock like a party hat on an 
elephant. Taking that cock of his into her would be like trying to stuff a 
telephone pole up her cunt. 

If anything, though, her pussy was even hotter after the bout of 
masturbation. Tod moaned and writhed as the blazing cuntal flaps caressed 
his bulb, smearing more of the viscous juice over it, sending beads of it 
rolling down the upper side of his cock. 

"OOOOOOH, DO IT! DO IT!!" she cried, keeping her hand between their bellies, 
guiding his penis between her fingers. "Do it!!!" 

Tod did it, all right. He lunged upward with all his might, lunged upward so 
hard that the impact sent Ruth's heavy breasts bouncing up into her chin! 

"OWWWW!!!" she shrieked as his penis slammed against her cunt, but did not 
enter. It began to dawn on her, then, that she might have bitten off more 
than she could chew. 

Tod, of course, thought everything was going along just fine. He was so 
turned on that he didn't even notice the pain when his hard- thrusting cock 
came to a sudden halt against her mound. 

Ruth was stunned not only by the power of the blow, by the failure of her 
pussy to open up to him, but by the fact that Tod's penis didn't buckle from 
the impact. It was still hard and thick, like it was made of stone. 

"EASY, NOW, EASY," she panted as he jerked his hips back, as his penis slid 
between her fingers, then shot forward. "EASY, EASY, O WWW WWW!!! " Tod held 
his cock jammed upward, standing on his toes, straining with all his might 
to break into her tight box. For a crazy instant, her whole agitated sex 
sort of dimpled around the head and it looked as if the gross bulb would 
drive right through her, taking inner and outer labia, hairs, mound and all 
and ramming it up inside. Then he groaned and slumped back and his cock slid 
back through her hand. 

Ruth began to panic. She needed him thrusting into her so badly and she knew 
that if she was going to get fucked, she was going to have to do it quickly 
before the tour group wandered through this part of the mansion. She tried 
jamming her cunt down over his bulb, hot, slick knob boring into juicy 
pocket. It felt great, but it wasn't good enough. As she paused she could 
feel her sphincter fluttering, opening and closing rhythmically against the 
tip of his cock. 

Tod could feel it, too. He waited until he felt her pussy relax and then he 
lunged again, brutally. For a delirious instant, he felt the tight ring yawn 
open to receive his knob, felt the marvelous walls of her pussy clasping 
wetly at his manhood. 

"AAAAGGGHHH!" he wailed miserably as the head of his cock was abruptly 
forced back out by a powerful cuntal spasm. 

Ruth quaked against him. She knew that she'd almost had him that time. She'd 
held him in her grasp for a second; she would soon have him all! It didn't 
matter to her that by taking him on she would break her cunt as never 
before. All that mattered was feeling it throbbing against her cuntal walls, 
surging in and out of her pussy. 

"ALMOST! ALMOST!" she crooned to the red-faced boy, twisting her silky, 
saucy bottom, making her slick pussy churn back and forth over his surging 
bulb. 

Again, Tod waited until her pussy relaxed, then he thrust savagely. 

"OH!!" Ruth sobbed. "OHH!! IT'S GOING IN!! IN!!" 

Tod laughed a strange, choked laugh. The hot buttered tube of her pussy was 
slipping down over the head of his penis and it was tighter than anything he 
could imagine, so tight it felt like it was skinning his cock alive. 

The penetration suddenly stopped. Ruth let out a mournful wail and peered 
down at her cunt. The angry ovalled gash was all turned in on itself. The 
bulb of his penis, clear to the rim, was buried inside her cunt and all 
around the thick, vein-marbled neck, instead of hot pink labia, there was a 
ruff, a wet ring of black hairs. It wouldn't go in any further, not with all 
that stuff in the way. She began madly plucking at her hair-fringed petals, 
trying to pull them out of the way. 

Tod, misunderstanding what she was doing to herself, groaned and shoved her 
hands away. Then it was Ruth's turn to groan. The boy thought that she was 
trying to finger her clitoris again and he was determined to have that 
pleasure himself. He jammed his finger into the apex of her lewdly distended 
slit and poked around vigorously until he found the hard little nubbin. When 
he rubbed the wet pad of his finger over it, all hell broke loose. 

Ruth jerked like a puppet as joy lanced through her loins, her hips 
flipping, pussy flexing madly. "OH! OH, DARLING!! DARLING!!" she cooed to 
him, stroking his feverish face as he fingered her clitoris faster and 
faster. 

Whatever the boy thought he was doing, he was succeeding in making her 
absolutely wild. The more he rubbed, the more she squirmed and the looser 
and wetter her pussy became, until he dared to move back a little and thrust 
up again. Her pussy lips popped back out of her on the backthrust and on the 
lunge he slipped up into her channel easy as pie. Fully half of his cock 
bored up into her. Half a loaf was not good enough for Tod. He snapped his 
ass, spitting her to the hairs. 

Ruth bit back the piercing scream that threatened to erupt from her throat 
as his huge spear drove into her, filling her passage from wall to wall with 
seething lust-hardened male flesh, as her tender, puffy labia were rasped by 
his wispy pubic hairs. 

Tod was in heaven. Her cunt mouth was sucking on the root of his cock, his 
staff was sheathed in astounding buttery heat. Waves of pleasure, blazing 
hot and alive with tingling, electric current broke over his flushed face, 
his deeply buried cockhead. 

"YOUR PUSSY IS HOT! SO FUCKING HOT!!" he babbled, dragging his cock out of 
her and slamming it back, making his balls slap moistly against her 
buttocks. 

Ruth squealed as his loins bashed into hers, as the upper surface of his 
thick penis rasped over her tender clitoris. She threw her arms about his 
neck and lifted her foot from the edge of the shelf, wrapping her leg around 
his waist and squeezing him tight. 

The sound of her ecstasy made Tod's scalp crawl and the feel of her smooth 
thigh around his waist made him shiver. He began to work his hips in a slow, 
even rhythm, fucking his huge cock in and out of her narrow pussy, revelling 
in the feel of her hot juice oozing down over his balls. 

Ruth was transported with joy, possessed by it; she jerked and writhed about 
on the shaft of his pistoning cock like an exquisite marionette. And every 
time the boy pulled back from her seething depths, she sobbed as if it was 
the most horrible disaster in the world, digging her nails into his back, 
pounding her heel into his buttocks frantically until he pushed it all back 
in. When it did slide back in, she cooed to him, licking kissing his face 
all over, her pussy sheath clasping wetly at his broad root. 

Tod gripped her firm buttcheeks in both hands, steadying himself as he 
whipped his cock up into her, moving with more and more abandon as he felt 
her tight channel stretch even wider from the heat of his fucking. 

"OOOOH! OOOOOOH, TOD!" she warbled, throwing her head back, flipping her 
hips in a churning, gut-wrenching oval that rolled the sides of his cock 
round and round within her. "OOOOH, YES! YES! HURT ME!! RUIN ME!! KILL ME 
WITH YOUR BIG COCK!!" 

Tod's hips sped up, making his cock flip in and out in savage, tip to root 
thrusts. Her pussy sputtered and fumed about the hard- slogging shaft, 
sending spray after spray of her hot juices washing over his balls, his 
thighs. 

Suddenly, the ecstatic woman stiffened, jerking upright, her eyes bulging. 
It was her anus which had received the live wire this time. She felt her 
whole cunt tremor with pleasure, felt the earth shake under her single 
supporting foot. 

"TOD!" she sobbed, brokenly. "TOD, YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!!" At the 
sound of her words, the boy grunted and put everything he had into screwing 
her. He bashed his throbbing cock into her pussy as fast as he could, his 
fingertips digging deep down into her asscrack, gripping the flaring lips of 
her vagina, holding them even wider apart as he hunched into her. 

The ceaseless impacts, the ruthless, rasping pressure against her clitoris, 
the fingers prying her moisture beaded slit into a yawning, pink crevice, 
drove poor Ruth right out of her mind. She clung to him desperately, her 
hips rolling out of control as the unstoppable explosions began. 

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!" she shrilled, licking his nose, trying frantically to 
stuff the tip of her tongue up his nostrils. Her whole crotch convulsed and 
her body was thrown into sudden, seething spasm. As the bottom dropped out 
of the world, as joy blossomed in her loins, she started fucking him like a 
mad woman, oblivious to the danger his immense cock presented to her tightly 
stretched pussy. 

The boy froze for a second, stunned by the awesome power of her climaxing 
cunt, her milking pussy, his scalp tingling with prickles of electricity. 
The smooth buttocks under his hands were gyrating obscenely, cavorting, 
forcing her wide-splayed cunt to gobble his cock. He could feel his own 
shaft, steely hard, aching, feel it with his fingertips as it plowed up into 
the churning morass of her belly. Then the wall of pleasure hit him. It was 
like nothing he'd ever experienced. His entire consciousness was flattened 
by the sheer weight of it. He stuck his tongue tip between his teeth and bit 
down as hard as he could, trying to fight back the incredibly compelling 
sensation with pain. 

Ruth, her eyes glazed with fuck fever, her face horribly flushed with 
excitement, saw the tip of his tongue and knew right away what he was 
attempting to do. "NO, TOD! TOD, LOVER!" she murmured to him, their lips a 
half inch apart. "NO, DARLING, I WANT IT! I NEED IT!! GIVE IT TO ME!! CUM IN 
ME!!" 

The boy shut his eyes tight and bit down harder on his tongue, bit down 
until the little stub of flesh lost all its color. He was determined to 
stretch out this wildly thrilling intercourse as long as possible. 

Ruth would have none of that. She was the one in the driver's seat; she was 
the one running the show. If she said he should ejaculate now, then by God, 
he would! She slipped her hands down over his small, sweat-misted buttocks, 
quickly prying the cheeks apart. She got an incredibly wicked thrill as she 
shoved her finger down into his hot crack, jamming it right up against the 
tiny wrinkled ring of his anus. 

"YOW!" Tod howled, his hips jerking forward violently. 

"CUM FOR ME! CUM!" she moaned, teasing his anus unmercifully. 

The boy didn't know what to do, what to think. This hot woman was touching 
him in his most secret place, actually rubbing his asshole! And it felt so 
fantastic, so nasty and sexy and good, that no amount of tongue-biting in 
the world could've kept him from squirting. His hips shifted into overdrive 
as the ecstatic waves of joy raged down his penis. 

"YES! YES!!" she sobbed gratefully, digging her fingertip harder against his 
rectum. 

Then a sound drifted into the closet, a strange shuffling sound, the sound 
of many feet moving slowly outside. 

"This hallway," Mrs. Coolidge said, "leads to the smaller of the two 
ballrooms. It isn't all that impressive after you've seen the larger room." 

Ruth froze the instant she recognized the little old lady's voice, the 
instant she realized that the entire tour group was standing just outside 
the closet door. Tod, on the other hand, was too caught up in his own 
pleasure to give a damn about anything else. He continued to hunch, to moan, 
to groan like nothing was wrong. The sound of his grunting, of her wet pussy 
twisting and sputtering about his slogging cock seemed so loud that she was 
sure the whole world would be able to hear. She wasn't far wrong. 

"What's that noise, Mrs. Coolidge?" asked one of the students. 

"Noise?" the little old lady said. 

"Yeah, I hear it, too," said another student. "Sounds like a boot being 
pulled out of a bog over and over again. Real squishy." 

Ruth knew that she had to do something and fast! She jammed her open mouth 
down on Tod's, stuffing her tongue down his throat, muffling his cries with 
it. The boy gleefully sucked her tongue and continued to make a godawful din 
with his plunging cock. 

"It's coming from one of these doors," said the first student. 

Ruth moaned into Tod's open mouth. She had to get through to him, but quick! 
She viciously twisted her forefinger against his anus, twisted it right up 
into his rectum. 

Tod stiffened, his eyes bulging, his hips ceasing their wild squirmings. 

She had at least gotten his attention. The pressure of her finger against 
his prostate had shut off his pleasure instantly. He was left hanging in 
orgasmic limbo, his climax so close he could taste it, honey-sweet on the 
back of his tongue. 

As the sound of doors opening and closing drifted in to them, Ruth pulled 
her face back from Tod's and shook her head, telling him in no uncertain 
terms that his mad hunching had to cease. The kid looked like he was about 
to burst into tears. 

"I'm afraid I don't hear anything," Mrs. Coolidge said. 

"It was there a second ago," said a student. "Maybe it was the ghost of Faye 
Bainsford looking for revenge?" suggested another. 

Mrs. Coolidge laughed at that. "If anything," she said, merrily, "it's the 
ghost of old Niles out hunting for another pure young girl to debauch." 

The look that Tod was giving her was so mournful, so desperate that Ruth 
couldn't deny him. She clamped her hand hard over his mouth and gave her 
finger a sexy twist over the rubbery walls of his rectum. 

"Don't move," she whispered into his ear. "I'll do it for you." 

With that, she started fingering his anus a mile a minute, thrusting her 
digit in and out of the tight, hot passage with a vengeance. The effect on 
the boy was so exaggerated that it was almost humorous. His eyes bulged out 
of his head, big as doorknobs, and his face turned beet red. He was 
absolutely devastated by what she was doing to him. And so was his scorching 
cock. It was pulsing, throbbing deeply in her cunt to beat the band, flexing 
in tune to the deeply skewering thrusts of her finger. Tod was astonished by 
the lewd behavior of the older woman, but was more astonished by what that 
behavior stirred in him. Whining softly through his nose, he began to shift 
his buttocks, to greedily meet the lunges of her stiffened finger. 

Just as all hell broke loose in her pussy, just as his penis exploded within 
her, spraying the slick walls with his spurting semen, Ruth heard the 
distinctive click of the closet door handle being turned, the latch falling 
open. 

"Maybe it came from in here?" said a girl's voice. 

Ruth bit her lower lip to keep from screaming as gusher after gusher of hot 
sperm exploded into her pussy, rekindling her desire like gasoline poured 
onto a fading flame. She twisted her head around, peering back in horror as 
the closet door slowly pushed inward. 

A redheaded girl stuck her face into the closet, gawking in astonishment at 
the obscenely intertwined couple, at the gleaming, thick root of Tod's cock 
punching up between Ruth's splayed buttocks, sliding easily up into her 
gaping pink cunt, at his glistening scrotum, visibly flexing, twitching as 
he shot his turbid load upward. The girl was, of course, Ginger Grant. 

If the situation had been slightly different, if there hadn't been a couple 
of dozen teenagers standing outside the closet door, Ruth would've laughed 
out loud, laughed and started screwing Tod shamelessly. Of all the people to 
discover her in the middle of such a lewd act, Ginger was the only one who 
didn't matter! The only one who already knew about Ruth Jacoby, the wanton 
slut. 

As it was, Ruth watched the color drain from Ginger's face, even as some of 
Tod's semen began to ooze from between the lips of her pussy and the sides 
of his cock, to dribble down in long, yo-yoing strands from the ragged 
flanges of her cunt. 

"Well, Ginger?" said a student outside the closet. "Is it in there?" 

The girl's face went from dead white to bright red in an instant. Her eyes 
jerked away from the obscenely wet and sticky point of their joining, then 
quickly darted back. 

Ruth gave the dumbfounded girl a big smile, a smugly satisfied smile, then 
winked. 

"No!" Ginger said, too loud, too shrill. "No, there's nothing in here, 
either." Then she pulled her head back and shut the door. 

The shuffle of feet outside in the corridor was loud enough to drown out any 
amount of noise that Ruth and Tod could make, so the tour guide ripped her 
hand off his mouth and started humping up and down on his still- spurting 
cock, wallowing in the slippery feel of his semen oozing out around his big 
cock, fingering his tight rectum madly. 

Everything was going to work out, she told herself as a firestorm of 
pleasure raged up her spine. Everything was going to work out just fine. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Ruth and Tod caught up with the rest of the tour just as the group was 
leaving the mansion's veranda. She wasn't surprised that no one noticed that 
the two of them had been missing. She knew how enthralling the story of the 
Bainsford House could be. 

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Coolidge," Ruth said, moving to the front of the 
pack. "I think we can all agree that you are an exceptional guide." 

The little old lady waved off the compliment. "She says that about all of 
us," Mrs. Coolidge said. "Shameless, that's what you are, Ms. Jacoby. 
Shameless." 

Ruth could feel Ginger's eyes burning into her, glaring at her, but when she 
turned and searched the crowd for the pale, freckled face, it was not 
immediately in evidence. Finally, she got a glimpse of the girl way in the 
back, half hiding behind the broad shoulders of Bret. When Ruth met her 
gaze, the redhead averted her eyes, her face blushing. 

That's the way, Ruth told herself. Stare the little virgin down. Show her 
who's boss. 

"You've been a wonderful group," Mrs. Coolidge said as they trooped down the 
wide stairs. 

"She says that to everybody, too," Ruth announced, smiling at the little old 
lady. 

"But I don't always mean it," Mrs. Coolidge said. "Take care." 

Ruth waved goodbye and led her group back to the waiting bus. She climbed in 
first and stood by the door, taking a head count to make sure that no one 
had gotten left behind. When the last of the students filed in, she nodded 
to the driver and took her seat behind him. As the bus pulled away, she 
turned and addressed the laughing, chattering teenagers. 

"Our next stop will be the Mission Saint Angelo," she said. "Please open 
your tour booklets to Page 34." 

Ruth waited until the students all had their booklets out and then proceeded 
to recite from memory exactly what the booklets said. She always considered 
it somewhat of a let-down to go straight from someplace as exciting and rich 
in appearance and romantic history as the Bainsford House to an ancient, 
rather small adobe mission, but the tour company didn't always consider the 
dramatic effect of its stops. More important to them was the fact that the 
shortest distance between two points was a straight line... and shorter 
distance meant less gas used and more profit. 

She explained the early trials and tribulations of the mission fathers with 
local Indians, their successes and failures, but she could tell that her 
audience's minds were wandering. They were still thinking about Niles 
Bainsford and Faye. 

As she could've predicted, the stop at the mission was not a great success. 
Her group began to fidget almost at once, the second they entered the main 
mission building and saw that it wasn't much more than a big mud-walled barn 
with red tile on the floor. Their coughing, shuffling of feet, whispered 
conversations irritated her terribly. It finally got so bad that she felt 
she had to lecture them. 

Right there in the middle of the old mission, she told them off for not 
paying attention, then explained that even though some parts of history 
seemed lackluster and dull, they were still immensely important. She went on 
to describe in detail the many contributions of the mission to the opening 
of the Far West, offering some probable outcomes had they not been built and 
maintained. By the time she was through, the students seemed more 
respectful, but still bored by the emptiness, the plainness of the mission. 

After the lunch stop at Augie's Chicken Shack on Route 134, the tour went on 
to the Rancho Del Sol, one of the largest and earliest ranches to spring up 
in the area. The teenagers found the Rancho much more interesting than the 
mission. It had tons of wild west memorabilia, guns, saddles, and the like, 
as well as an extensive gallery of old photographs of the time. 

By the time the group finished at Rancho Del Sol, every member was both 
exhausted and famished. Ruth directed the driver to take them straight to 
their accommodation for the night, a motel in the Golden Nugget chain. 

Ruth passed out the room keys at once, so the teenagers could wash the road 
dust off before sitting down to dinner. When all the keys were passed out, 
she walked over to the motel room that was assigned to her. Both Sara and 
Ginger were waiting at the door. The blonde girl seemed happy, if tired; the 
redhead looked more than tired, almost haggard, as if she were suffering 
from some internal conflict. 

The tour guide opened the motel room door and waved the girls in. "Which one 
of you wants to shower first?" she asked. 

"Me!" Ginger said, abruptly. 

Ruth winced slightly at the look the girl was giving her, a look that said 
Ginger wanted to wash off more than a little dust, that she wanted to wash 
off the memory of what she'd seen Ruth doing with Tod. Ruth caught herself 
and gave the girl a wide, friendly smile. 

"Just don't use up all the hot water," she said. "Some of us are even 
dirtier than you are." 

The comment was so off the wall that Ginger didn't know what to say. It 
implied a shared knowledge between the two of them, an unwanted bond, 
perhaps, but a bond nonetheless. Ginger couldn't help but imagine how, where 
Ruth was "dirtier," the disturbing images of semen-smeared pussy, of luridly 
gleaming cock dancing before her eyes. 

The redhead turned and sprinted to the bathroom, slamming the door behind 
her. 

Sara blinked at Ruth in astonishment. "What's got into her?" she asked. 

Ruth shrugged. "Who knows?" she said. "Maybe she's having trouble with that 
boyfriend of hers." 

"Bret? Do you mean Bret?" Sara said. 

Ruth nodded. 

Sara shook her head. "I don't think they're having any real trouble," she 
said. "I mean, nothing that any other boy and girl don't hassle over." 

"Sex, you mean?" 

Sara's cheeks flushed. 

Ruth stared at the girl in wonder. It was damned obvious that the blonde 
wasn't embarrassed by the subject, but she was pretending to be. The ability 
to blush at will had to be an important hole card when dealing with over 
eager young men. 

"He wants it and she doesn't, right?" Ruth went on, bristling inwardly at 
the duplicity of the pretty little blonde. 

Sara managed a nod. Then, with the ease that comes of long and diligent 
practice, she made her blue eyes wide with earnestness and innocence, took a 
deep breath as if to steel herself against the discomfort speaking of the 
subject gave her, and said in a rush, "I don't see why boys can't understand 
that if a girl goes all the way with them, they won't respect her." 

Ruth fought the urge to smirk knowingly. Sara was not a true advocate of 
that dated and priggish philosophy. The only reason the blonde pretended to 
believe in it was because it could be used as a perfect lever... a lever to 
move, to manipulate boys. If there was no way to perform that task without 
physical contact, without going all the way, Ruth knew that Sara would have 
no compunctions about doing just that. 

The tour guide couldn't really be angry at the girl. Ruth was self-aware 
enough to realize that she wasn't looking at Sara as she was, but Ruth as 
she had been. She was seeing herself as a teenager, seeing her own lack of 
scruples when it came to leading boys around by the nose. She played all the 
same games as Sara with exactly the same carelessness, the same 
thoughtlessness. What she regretted now, with all her heart, what she was 
jealous of the little blonde for, was that she had never taken the 
opportunity to sample the love of all the boys who followed on her heels, 
that Sara could still do that, that she was still young enough to get away 
with it. 

"I think I'd better go over to the restaurant and tell the manager that 
we've arrived, so he can get ready for the hungry hordes," Ruth said, 
excusing herself and making a quick exit out the door. 

Actually, the manager of the Golden Nugget's franchise restaurant, the 
Mother Lode Coffee Shop, couldn't have cared less how many starving 
teenagers she brought in, from a standpoint of his preparing to feed them. 
All of the Mother Lodes across the Western states relied exclusively on 
microwave cooking. Somewhere back in Minnesota there was a plant turning out 
fully cooked meals, packaging them, then freezing them. As a result, the 
Mother Lode could turn out ten thousand turkey dinners with giblet gravy, or 
Salisbury steaks with succotash, or crispy fried half chickens and cole slaw 
in the blinking of an eye. 

What Ruth wanted was not to talk to the restaurant manager, but to be alone 
so she could plan her strategy... her next seduction. She already knew who 
the lucky boy was going to be, so all she had to do was figure out the where 
and when. A broad smile lit up her face. She couldn't think of a more 
pleasant way to spend a warm spring evening. 

The following morning, while the teenagers were over at the Mother Lode 
filling up on microwaved bacon and eggs, Ruth was getting ready in the motel 
room's bathroom. This time, she had the foresight to lock the door behind 
her. She had chosen her skirt carefully this morning. It was both short and 
loose at the hem; the kind of thing that made her look much younger than she 
was and that accentuated the length of her legs. She removed the panties 
she'd put on earlier and put her foot up on the closed toilet seat, rumpling 
up the front of the skirt, exposing her naked loins. Watching in the 
bathroom mirror, she spread her knees wide apart. Her pussy was still a 
little swollen from the battering it'd taken from Tod the previous day. Her 
labia were slightly puffy, pooching out under the soft canopy of black 
hairs. 

Ruth grinned. She had big plans for that little pussy of hers. Big plans. 
She reached over and picked up a tube of lipstick from the bathroom counter 
and twisted the ring at the bottom, making the glistening, red tip of the 
lipstick appear. She looked at the color of the stuff critically. It was a 
vibrant red, bright, hot and the lipstick itself was of the "wet look" 
variety. She decided that it would do just fine. 

The tour guide reached down with her free hand and gently pushed the curly 
hair away from her pussylips, shuddering at her own touch. When they were as 
free from hair as possible, when they pouted out from her mound pinkly, she 
lowered the hand with the lipstick. 

She pressed the soft, buttery tip against the left side of her pussy at the 
top, drawing it down over her outer lip. The lipstick left behind a 
startling band of hot color. It also left poor Ruth half-gasping with 
excitement. It wasn't just the contact with the pointed tip, either; it was 
also the idea of what she was doing: adorning her big, hairy cunt like it 
was a mouth. She ran the greasy tip all the way down to the nadir of her 
slit, down to the very mouth of her pussy, then did the same thing to the 
other half of her cunt. 

By the time she was once again at the bottom of her slit, the slit had 
altered alarmingly. Instead of there being one pair of tightly closed lips, 
there were now two... and neither of them were tightly closed! At the feel 
of that lipstick rubbing over her pussy, Ruth's cunt had come unglued. Her 
labia drooped, her crevice yawned, and she was panting and puffing hard. 

She glanced up at herself in the mirror and her heart really started 
pounding. Between her slim white thighs, below the curly black tangle of her 
pubic hair, hung a pair of bright red parentheses, lewdly painted brackets. 
The effect was all she'd hoped for and more. It was just about the sexiest 
thing she'd ever seen! Not only was her pussy an unmistakable target that 
could be seen clearly at a distance of up to five hundred feet, but the red 
lipstick made a kind of unspoken invitation to any and all that gazed upon 
them... an invitation to kiss! 

Ruth heard the sound of the motel room's door opening and closing, then 
someone tried the door to the bathroom. 

"Ms. Jacoby?" Sara said. "Are you in there?" 

"Just a minute," Ruth said, giving her lipsticked cunt one last look before 
sweeping her short skirt down. She dropped the lipstick and her panties into 
her purse and stepped out of the bathroom. 

"Everyone's already on the bus," Sara said. 

"Great," Ruth said, "let's get on the road." She sauntered out of the motel 
room as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on, but that was hardly the 
case. The warm spring air was rushing over her naked crotch, thrilling her 
to the marrow. There was something incredibly wicked and wanton about 
running around in a short skirt with no panties on. It made her spirits 
soar. 

She let Sara get on the bus first, then climbed up the stairs after her. The 
driver eyed her bare legs appreciatively. Ruth couldn't help but wonder what 
the man would do if she suddenly lifted her skirts and showed him what else 
she had to offer. He'd probably choke to death on his Chicklets! At any 
rate, she thought, as she took her seat up in front, she'd have to be 
careful about keeping her knees together when she was sitting down. She 
didn't want to be giving the driver any free peeks; she had other fish to 
fry. 

"This morning," she announced to the group as the bus pulled out of the 
motel parking lot, "we will visit one of the most picturesque and 
interesting spots on our tour... Rupert's Mill." 

There was no applause, no cheering, only a kind of glum silence. Ruth 
continued undaunted, figuring that two meals in a row at a Mother Lode 
Coffee Shop could put anyone in the dumps. 

"As you will probably remember from your California history," she said, 
"Rupert's Mill is the spot where the largest single deposit of gold was 
discovered in the year 1873. We will visit the reconstructed site of the old 
mill and an operational replica of a real gold mine." 

"You mean we're going underground?" Sara said with concern. 

Ruth nodded. "After the mill tour, we will take an elevator down one hundred 
and twenty feet through solid rock to the main shaft of what was once the 
richest spot on earth." There was some scattered "ooohing" and "ahhhing" at 
that. 

As the bus picked up speed on the narrow, two lane country road, Ruth began 
to point out various interesting facts about the geology, the flora and 
fauna of the area. It took about twenty minutes to make the trip to the 
entrance to Rupert's Mill. During that time, Ruth kept up a nonstop babble, 
one fact after another. She was hardly paying any attention to what she was 
saying. She'd said it so many times that she could do it without thinking, 
like a tape recording. As she spoke, she was thinking about the big, 
muscular boy across the aisle from her, the boy she was going to seduce. 

She tried not to stare at Rick Lino. She didn't want to alarm him... or to 
pique his interest in front of the others. Everything had to be done in the 
right order, at the right time. He was such a burly young man, though. The 
thought of being under his powerful bulk, of having his fence post of a cock 
jabbing into her cunt, of trying in vain to lock her legs around his 
impossibly broad waist, made her dizzy and light headed. 

The bus came to a stop a good distance from the actual mill proper. It 
stopped exactly halfway between the mill and a small roadhouse, the Tiger 
Lounge, which stood on the other side of the small asphalt parking lot. 

"Why are we stopping so far away?" someone asked. 

Ruth shot the driver a glaring look. He shrugged at her in his rear view 
mirror, sucking at his teeth noisily. He didn't give a damn what the tour 
guide thought. She was much more easy to replace than he was. Out of work 
history majors were a dime a dozen, qualified bus drivers did not come 
cheaply or easily. 

Ruth jumped to her feet, turning her back on the driver. It was fine by her 
if he slipped off the bus and into the Tiger Lounge for a few beers while 
the group was at the mill. In fact, she'd counted on him doing it. She 
wanted the bus to be empty; it had to be for what she had in mind. 

"All right, everybody off the bus," she called. "Please don't leave any 
valuables inside. Take purses, cameras, whatever you have." She glanced over 
at the shabby roadhouse. "This isn't the nicest spot in this neck of the 
woods." 

She walked down the stairs first and stood by the doors while the teenagers 
filed out. They seemed interested in the trip down into the mine, though 
some of them, like Sara seemed to be a little scared. 

"This way," she said, waving them after her. She walked to the front of the 
rough, wood and rock mill building and knocked on the battered door. 

After a moment, the door creaked open and an old man stepped out, squinting 
in the sunlight. He looked absolutely authentic and he was. Lester Swit 
hadn't been alive when gold was discovered here, but he was a boy when the 
original mill burned down in the late 1890's. He knew more about the mill 
and the gold that was taken out of the mine than anyone. 

"Howdy do, howdy do," he said, grinning at the line of gawking teenagers, 
showing them the blackened stumps where his front teeth used to be. He wore 
a beat up wide-brimmed felt hat, railroad type overalls, a sweat-stained 
long john top under it, and a pair of worn boots. His skin was wrinkled and 
leathery, especially under his chin and on his neck. He looked like a merry 
old buzzard... and indeed, he was. 

"Everybody," Ruth said, "this is Mr. Lester Swit. He'll be our guide through 
Rupert's Mill and the mine." 

"Yes, I will," Lester said, nodding. "And I'll teach you a thing or two 
about the way things were back when." 

Like Mrs. Coolidge, though in a different way, Lester was a highly engaging 
character. He was the kind of person so wrapped up in his work, in the 
details of the history he was caretaker over, that no one could help but 
like him. The teenagers trooped after him like a flock of sheep, up into the 
cool, dark innards of the mill. 

"Gather round, gather closer," Lester said. "I don't like to shout." 

The students moved in closer, but Ruth hung back watching carefully. 

"Back in July, 1873," Lester said, "there wasn't no building on this spot. 
Just the river winding through, nice and quiet. Then late in July, a settler 
name of Hector Rupert happened by and decided that this would be a fine spot 
for a mill. He bought the land and had his mill built and was just about to 
open up his business, when he made the discovery. He was out there by the 
river, happy as a jaybird over how well everything had worked out for him so 
far, picking up the smooth river stones and throwing 'em, skipping 'em, you 
know. Well, he was picking up stones and not paying much attention, just 
throwing 'em without looking at 'em, when he grabbed one that seemed mighty 
heavy for its size. It wasn't until after he'd thrown it, when he saw it 
flying through the air, shining gold and bright like the sun that he 
realized why the rock was so heavy." Lester paused to laugh. "Well, you 
never saw one man jump in the river faster than old Rupert did, trying to 
fetch back that lump of gold. He never did find it, but he did find other 
bits, lots of them. Then he did a dumb thing. He went down to town and 
showed everybody what he'd found. People dropped everything and swarmed all 
over this place like vultures. Inside of a week, six men had been shot to 
death along the river bank. It was a hell of a mess. And things just got 
worse for Rupert. He filed his claim, all right, but he staked out the wrong 
spot. The prime deposit was fifty three feet from the northernmost edge of 
Rupert's claim. He went bust in '92 and left the mill to rot. He died in San 
Francisco a year later of drinking." 

Lester shook his head. "This mill never did grind anything, not a speck of 
grain, nothing. And when it was torn down the first time, the people did it 
on account of some stupid rumor that there was gold in the foundation 
stones. There wasn't any, of course, but they didn't find that out until the 
place was all pulled down." 

The old man gestured up at the huge millstone, the wooden gearing, the vast, 
rusting mechanism of the place that stretched up into the gloomy darkness of 
the high ceiling. "All that is the original stuff," he said. "I helped put 
it all back together." 

"Who filed the claim on the mother lode?" a young man asked. 

Lester grinned toothlessly. "My dear old daddy," he said. "And we'll get to 
that sad story in a minute. First, I want to take you up on the scaffolding 
so you can see the whole lay of the place." 

The old man walked stiffly over to some very heavy metal scaffolding that 
led up the side of the building to a catwalk near the roof. The students 
followed him, whispering to each other excitedly. 

Ruth moved with the line, working her way through it until she came directly 
behind Rick Lino. She caught hold of the back of his shirt and gave it a 
tug. 

"Rick?" she said. "Wait a minute. I want to talk to you about something." 

The boy frowned. He was obviously more interested in seeing the mill from 
the height of sixty feet than seeing her. But Ruth was not dismayed at his 
reluctance. After all, how could he know what she had in store for him? Rick 
frowned, but he did obediently step out of line and let the other students 
pass on ahead of him. 

"What is it?" he said, looking at the others as they moved up the metal 
stairs, leaving the two of them alone on the ground floor of the mill. 

"I have a surprise for you," she said, fighting the urge to slip into his 
strong arms, to snuggle her big soft breasts against his chest. 

"A surprise?" he said, doubtfully. "It's not my birthday." 

"Maybe not, but I think you'll like the surprise. It's something special." 

"Well? Where is it?" he said, impatiently. 

"I'll show it to you in a second," she said. 

"If you decide that you don't want it after I show it to you, I want you to 
speak right up and tell me. Okay?" 

The burly boy looked puzzled. "You're going to show it to me but not give it 
to me?" 

"That's right, Rick. You understand." 

He blinked at her dimly. There was a good deal of the Neanderthal in Mr. 
Lino and it turned Ruth on something terrible. 

"I want you to wait here until I tell you to follow," she said, her voice 
quavering with excitement. 

Rick nodded. "Whatever you say." 

Ruth then started up the steep stairs. She walked up about a dozen of them, 
so that her feet were about a yard above the top of his head, then she waved 
him forward. 

"Come on," she said, turning and moving slowly upward. 

The boy smirked and shook his head. He wondered if the tour guide had gone 
off her rocker. All that talk about a surprise and something special and all 
she was doing was walking up the damn stairs! He started up after her, but 
didn't look up at her for a half- dozen steps or so. When he did, he did a 
classic double take and his heavy jaw sagged open. 

"Wow!" he said softly, peering up at the naked white buttocks of the woman 
above him. He could see everything she had! And then some! He could see the 
round, full domes of her ass, the deep, silky crack between them, the faint 
hint of a tiny round hole nestled near its bottom, but that wasn't the half 
of it. Her pussy! Her pussy shouted at him, screamed at him in brackets of 
glistening red! From under the fringe of soft, curling black hairs her cunt 
beckoned to him. And as she moved, as she swished her thighs together, the 
garishly painted lips seemed to smirk and pucker at him. 

Ruth paused, leaning on the hand rail, turning to glance back down at him. 
The wild-eyed look on his face told her that he had seen the show; the deep 
flush in his cheeks told her that it had a profound effect on him. What that 
effect was she could only guess. 

"Well?" she said. "What do you think?" 

"I'll take it!" Rick croaked. "I'll take it!!" Ruth turned to face him, 
standing with her feet wide apart, letting him gape up at all of her. She 
felt like a total wanton, a complete slut. It was so delicious that she 
could hardly stand it. 

"I thought you would," she said. Then she started back down the stairs. When 
she got within arm's reach of him, he started to grab for her. "No," she 
said. "Not here. We've got to be discreet." 

"Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever you say," he mumbled, his eyes licking over the 
ripe swell of her breasts. 

"We'll go outside and have our fun while the others are down in the mine," 
she told him, walking past him and out the door. He followed along after her 
like a big, dumb puppy. 

When she stopped in front of the bus, he spoke up. "Hey! We can't go in 
there," he protested. "The driver. Can't we go off in the bushes or 
something?" 

"Poison oak," she said, shaking her head. "Don't worry about the driver. He 
won't bother us." She climbed up the stairs and into the bus, but the boy 
did not follow. He stood on the ground outside and fidgeted. 

Ruth was not about to be denied her pleasure, not at this point. She took 
hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted it way up over her tummy, showing 
him the shocking red lips of her cunt, holding her knees apart so he could 
see the round cheeks of her ass, as well. 

"All aboard!" she cried, merrily. 

The big boy gawked at her, then his face darkened and a low rumbling growl 
slipped from between his lips. Suddenly, he jumped forward, bounding up the 
stairs after her, his hands outstretched. 

Ruth giggled and raced down the aisle, sprinting for the back of the bus. He 
was right on her heels when she reached the broad rear seat. She turned and 
held her dainty hand out to stop him. 

Even if she'd put up a concrete wall between them, she couldn't have stopped 
him. He was berserk with lust. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed, 
hard, sending her flying back against the seat. When she hit, her long, 
smooth legs splayed wide apart and her skirt flew up, showing him the 
garishly decorated mouth of her cunt, the plump, pouting lips. 

The sight of her pussy painted like that stirred a hunger in the boy that 
would not be denied. Growling, he dropped to his knees on the floor in front 
of her and scooped up her firm buttocks in both hands, dropping his face 
right down on her exposed vagina, burying his mouth in her hot and fragrant 
cunt. 

The instant his warm, smooth lips touched her labia, Ruth's body jerked, her 
back arching up from the seat, her sleek, well- upholstered hips flipping, 
bumping the hot slit right into his face. 

"JEEEEZ!" he wailed as those searing, velvety sex lips kissed him right on 
the mouth, as the mixed scent, the sweet perfume of the lipstick and the 
dank, musky odor of her pussy surged up his nostrils. He mauled her 
buttocks, grinding his open mouth down upon her naked pussy, kissing, 
licking at the soft, curly mass of black hairs. 

Ruth shivered and shuddered at the feel of his head, his face between her 
splayed legs, his hot breath wafting over her bare fork, over the aroused 
flesh of her vagina. And his lips were squirming, twisting, trying 
desperately to work all of her mound into his mouth. He was nursing on her 
whole cunt! 

His tongue was slithering over the top of her slit, diving between the fat 
petals, sliding into the deepening crease, into the blazing, buttery gulley. 
The tip of his tongue bored deeper between the pliant folds, touching the 
tiny pink pearl of her clitoris, rubbing it incitefully. 

"OHH!" Ruth moaned, her back arching again as his hot, wet tongue tip teased 
her clitoris, flicking at it, caressing it hungrily. As the ripples of 
delight shot over her tummy, she lifted her legs higher, spreading them 
further, giving him all the access he could ever want. 

Rick may have been a caveman, but he knew a thing or two about sex. He knew 
that it meant something when that little nodule between her labia got long 
and stiff, like a tiny erect cock. He knew that it meant she was getting 
hot. Roughly massaging her soft buttocks, he jammed his mouth harder into 
her hot fork, pressing his pursed lips to her hot and hard little button. 
Then he began to suck. 

The sensation was like nothing Ruth had ever felt before. He was actually 
nursing on her clitoris! Joy shot through her loins like wildfire. 

"UHHHHH!!!" she bawled, grabbing at his head, her legs kicking flailing in 
the air, as orgasm, instantaneous, devastating orgasm exploded over the 
mound of her pussy, sending the seething channel into a mad, spasming fit, 
making her hips buck and toss spastically. 

Rick clung to her buttocks as she squirmed and writhed under his sucking 
mouth, her moist, gaudily painted pussy, squishing into the point of his 
heavy chin, smearing it with bright red, the fat outer labia actually 
smooching apart over it, her silky smooth inner thighs brushing over his 
cheeks, his ears as she madly thrashed out her ecstasy. The roar of that 
velvety skin in his ears, the keen, funky smell of her hot cunt, the feel of 
her pliant, spongy pussy lips on his mouth nearly drove the kid out of his 
mind with lust. He whimpered from the awesome heat behind his eyes, from the 
rapid pounding of his heart. 

The tour guide was totally unaware of her partner's condition. She was 
wrapped up in her own pleasure, in the wild crashing waves of her orgasm. 
She twitched and jerked on the seat, like a puppet worked by a lunatic. The 
marvelous, rippling joy was so wonderful, so delicious that she didn't ever 
want it to stop. She caught hold of the backs of her thighs and hoisted her 
legs up even higher, digging her knees into the soft, resilient mounds of 
her breasts, making her pussy tip up even further, turning it into a flat 
plane that tapered down into the deep crevice of her buttocks. 

"MORE! DO IT MORE!" she pleaded, squirming her hips, making her clitoris 
slip from his lips, making it tease over his mouth, rubbing the whole 
palpitating vortex of her pussy over his feverish face, over his hose, his 
cheeks, his eyes, chin and forehead, bathing him in the slick, stinky juices 
of her cunt. "LICK ME! LICK ME!!" 

Wild horses couldn't have kept Rick from doing just that. His long, slippery 
tongue darted out from between his lips and swirled over her pouting labia, 
teasing over their sexy circumference with its tip, smearing his thick, hot 
drool everywhere. 

Ruth writhed like a madwoman as the pointed end of his tongue slipped down 
over the mouth of her vagina, touching the entrance to her churning channel, 
threatening to push past the quivering sphincter, to surge up into the tight 
passage. 

But Rick only threatened. Repeatedly, he paused on the verge of spitting her 
with his tongue, only to sweep past her orifice, to lap at the other half of 
her cunt. The more he licked, the wetter her pussy got, both from his hot 
saliva and her flowing juices. After a few more minutes of the circular 
slurping, he had her whole pussy hanging wide open, the fat outer petals 
obscenely splayed, the inner ones gaping, showing the super slick, hot pink 
lining of her cunt. 

"UHHHHH!" she whined, anxiously, flipping her bottom, trying in vain to seat 
his lips on her sphincter, to get that long tongue of his to slip up her 
cunt. "UHHHHH!!!" 

Neanderthal or not, Rick was no fool. He knew that the hotter he got her, 
the better screw she would give him. To that end, he continued to lave the 
parted lips of her cunt, to stoke the raging flames of her passion with 
swirling strokes of his tongue, to drive her once again to the brink of 
ecstasy. 

"NOOOOO!" she bawled. "DO IT RIGHT! PLEEEEEASE!" 

Rick ignored her and went on teasing, wallowing in the sticky gulley of her 
cunt. 

The tension was too much for Ruth. She began to sob and whine like a lost 
child, her feet kicking futilely in the air. Her pussy was alive with 
delicious sensation, but it desperately craved more and deeper thrills. It 
craved the mad lashing caress of that thick tongue burrowing up into it, the 
obscene suck and snort sounds of a hungry mouth working hard upon a juicy 
cunt. 

Weeping openly, hysterically, she gripped his hair with all her might and 
shoved down, forcing his head to slip lower into her fork. 

The boy groaned and tried to push back up, but it was already too late. Her 
jerking hands had moved his mouth directly over the entrance to her pussy 
and the tip of his tongue had automatically slipped up inside. One feel of 
that buttery passage and there was no turning back for him. He gasped at the 
heat of her cunt, moaned at its slipperiness, thrusting his tongue as deep 
into the tight fissure as he could, corkscrewing it about over the 
delectable folds and ridges. 

Ruth let go of his hair and once again clasped her legs, pulling them up 
tight to her breasts, making the channel of her pussy compress like the 
bellows of an accordion. 

"AHHHHHH," she sighed as the tongue shoved deeper and deeper, as she felt 
herself yielding to the insistent tip, parting over it. Because of the angle 
of her cunt, because of the compression, he was going impossibly deep, deep 
enough to graze the back of her trembling womb. 

When the boy's mouth was grinding hard against her quaking sphincter, when 
he had no more tongue to give her, he started to squirm his tool around 
inside her, waggling it, lashing it back and forth. 

It felt like there was a mad, boneless cock buried in her belly, a hugely 
thick and wet thing hell bent on driving her crazy. 

"UHHHHH!" she cried, her feet flailing, her eyelids fluttering, as climax 
inundated her. Her hot cunt shut down on his darting tongue like an iron 
fist in a hot buttered velvet glove and the top of her head blew off. She 
snatched hold of his hair and used it like a handle, forcing him to twist 
and turn his face, to squirm his tongue over the rippling walls of her cunt. 
It flipped wildly over her seething folds and valleys, its broad root 
rubbing hard against the tingling bud of her clitoris. 

Rick was doubly caught, doubly trapped by her hand in his hair and by her 
cunt clamped down around his tongue. He could do nothing but kneel there on 
the floor of the bus and whimper into her open cunt. 

The ecstatic woman suddenly changed tactics. She started to jerk his head up 
and down, making him bob it, making his tongue slither forward and back, in 
and out of the quivering tube. 

"YEEEEE!!" she squealed, hunching upward into his face, smacking her 
clitoris against his mouth, driving her rectum into his chin. The feeling 
was so incredible that she had to keep on making it happen over and over. 
She hauled Rick's head forward and back faster, forcing his tongue to lance 
in and out of her pussy madly. Again, she climaxed, again, right in his 
face, her cunt squeezing at the full length of his trapped tongue, milking 
it greedily- It took a long time for her third orgasm to fade away. It was 
like that, always. Each succeeding climax was stronger, more devastating 
than the last. Even after she let go of the boy's hair, after she stopped 
driving her pussy into his unprotected face, she was delighted to discover 
that he had not yet got enough of her. He continued to bob his head, 
unbidden, to fuck his long tongue in and out of her pussy. 

Ruth peered over her tummy at him, watching intently as his pebbly tongue 
surged in between her wide-splayed labia. His whole face was covered with a 
smear of lipstick, from forehead to chin, and it was dripping with his own 
saliva and her steaming juices. He was obviously getting off on what he was 
doing to her. His breathing was horribly ragged, his eyes shut tight as he 
hungrily thrust his thick tongue in and out. 

"YOU'RE SO HUNGRY FOR IT!" she moaned, stroking his dark hair tenderly, 
gently lifting her crotch into his deep-stabbing lunges. "YOU DO LOVE IT, 
DON'T YOU?" Rick was far too aroused to make an intelligible reply. He just 
groaned balefully into her sticky gash and continued to eat her out. 

"OOOOOH, I LOVE IT, TOO!" she moaned, twisting her fingers tight in his 
hair. "I WANT TO DO IT FOR YOU. I WANT TO SUCK YOUR COCK!" 

The boy stopped his head-bobbing. He lifted his wet face from her loins and 
looked up at her in awe. 

"I want to taste your cum," she told him, breathlessly. "Let me suck you." 

"Yes!" the boy groaned. He moved back and tried to stand up, but when he 
did, he couldn't seem to straighten up. He stood there, hunched over at the 
waist, leering into the yawning pink gash of her pussy. 

Ruth took one look at his crotch and giggled. No wonder he couldn't stand up 
straight! The whole front of his pants was pushed all out of shape by a 
huge, hulking erection! 

"Here, let me fix," she said, thickly, reaching out for his pants. She 
unbuttoned his waistband first, then his fly. Then, much to his 
consternation, she grabbed his underwear as well as his trousers and 
wrenched them both down around his ankles. 

"Uh!" he groaned as he was suddenly naked from the waist down before her. 

"Oh!" Ruth exclaimed, as the rigid length of his penis jerked up from the 
confinement of his clothes and thumped hard upon his breastbone. 

Rick had an amazing penis. It was severely hooked, almost a perfect crescent 
of throbbing flesh. It was rather pale and pasty in color, save for the 
bloated blue veins and the faint pinkish bulb. The head was very small in 
relation to the rest of his cock and that added to the overall tapering 
appearance. If anything, his penis looked like a horn, a vicious, 
pointed-tipped horn. It was exceedingly thick at the root, at least five 
times the size of the tip. Below the distended root hung a pair of the 
biggest, heaviest testicles Ruth had ever seen. It looked like he was hiding 
a couple of boulders in the fuzzy pink bag. 

Most girls would've been turned off by the savage, almost inhuman appearance 
of his penis, but not Ruth. The second it flipped into view her mouth 
started filling up with hot drool and her palms started aching in 
anticipation. 

She reached out quickly and gripped the rigid staff just behind the rounded 
head, bending the whole thing down to a level with her mouth. 

"MAN!" Rick gasped as the raven-haired woman opened her mouth and lunged 
forward, driving the head of his penis inside. The blazing heat of her 
tongue and cheeks swept over his knob and he couldn't help but hunch 
forward, fucking into her face. 

Ruth let out a shrill yelp as the upcurving shaft rocked through her lips. 
Instead of going down her throat as it was supposed to, it turned up and 
attempted to push up into her brain. She caught him firmly by the root and 
held him at a proper distance, then started popping the searing, velvety 
bulb in and out of her lips, rubbing her mouth over it, crooning to it, 
revelling in the stark, cloying, manly flavor of it. She swirled her tongue 
over its underside, sweeping against the sensitive folds of his nerve 
bundle, firmly pumping her fist up and down the immensely broad root. 

Unable to control himself in the face of the pleasure she was giving him, 
the boy once again snapped his muscular buttocks, driving his steely 
tapering cock through her soft lips, spearing it into the unyielding wall at 
the back of her mouth. 

Ruth moaned again and jerked her head back, gripping his penis with her 
teeth, holding it behind the rim. Even though he'd hurt her twice, she 
couldn't seem to get enough of his cock. There was something so unspeakably 
lewd about its shape, so animalish that it thrilled her to the marrow just 
to hold it between her lips, just to feel its outlandishly tiny bulb 
throbbing against her tongue. As she sucked contentedly, something hot and 
slimy and salty oozed into her mouth. 

"AAAGGGHHH!" she whined, pulling back, pulling his knob from her lips. As 
she did, his penis oozed some more and a strand of thick white pre-cum 
stretched from her lower lip to the tip of his cock, bridging the gap 
between them for a maddening instant, then breaking free of his bulb and 
swaying back to spatter over her mouth and chin. Wheezing with excitement, 
she pushed that slimy stuff into her mouth, licking it away from her lips 
with great relish. 

The boy was dumbfounded... and horribly excited by the sight of her so 
hungry for his semen. He reached out and caught the back of her head and 
pulled her lips back against his cockhead. 

"No, please, darling," she moaned, kissing his wetly gleaming bulb. "I can't 
do it from this angle. Your cock curves the wrong way." 

But Rick wouldn't take "no" for an answer. He pulled her face harder against 
his rockhard erection, forcing his cock head to crush between her lips, 
screwing it deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. 

Realizing that if she didn't bring him off quickly, she was in for some 
intense pain, Ruth redoubled her efforts and began nursing at his penis with 
all her might, twisting and turning her head, making her lips squirm 
frantically around his pulsing flesh. The boy wanted to cum, all right, but 
wanted to explode his way. He put his meaty hands on her shoulders and 
leaned down, forcing her to slump down. She struggled at first, but he was 
way too strong for her. She allowed him to push her down on the floor of the 
bus, but she refused to let his penis slip from her sucking lips. For an 
instant, he knelt on either side of her lovely head, half his long, wicked 
cock thrust into her mouth, then he was turning, twisting his body around so 
that he faced her naked loins. 

Ruth gurgled excitedly as the rigid shaft rotated 180 degrees between her 
lips, as the decided bend of his penis suddenly reversed and conformed 
perfectly to the curve of her throat. She could feel the tiny head pressing 
hard against the back of her tongue, poised, ready to surge down into her 
trembling throat. 

The boy looked down at her, at her lovely lips wrapped so tightly about his 
shaft, at the way she was arching her neck, tipping her throat up to him, 
offering it to him. Then he looked at the angry, painted lips of her cunt, 
the wet tufts of black hair clinging to the parted petals. He growled and 
flipped his hips. 

Ruth gagged as the rod surged into her throat, hooking down into her gullet. 
Because of the steep curve to it, it penetrated her much deeper than any 
cock ever had before. And it just kept on coming! She whimpered as the much 
broader bottom half of his penis jammed between her lips, forcing her jaws 
wide apart. There was no stopping it! Just when she was sure that the hinges 
of her jaws would crack from the strain, the pressure, when the tiny head 
would spear into her belly, it stopped and withdrew. She sucked at the 
retreating cock feverishly, nursing on it, gnawing it gently with her teeth, 
practically begging for another such devastating thrust. And when that 
thrust came, she arched her neck back even further, so that her chin pointed 
straight up, so that her throat sheathed his penis perfectly. The pressure 
was so horrible as that cruelly bent rod slipped home that she could hardly 
bear it. Her lips dove down over his meat, her tongue squirming wildly. She 
could hear him groaning about her even as his monstrous cock throbbed 
against the painfully stretched walls of her throat. 

Then his big hands were on her, caressing, kneading her big breasts through 
the front of her blouse as he gently but firmly fucked into her face. She 
took each and every lunge greedily, whining as her lips brushed his pubic 
hairs, as his massive testicles teased over the bridge of her nose. And his 
pinching, plucking fingers instantly brought her nipples to full erection, 
sending flurries of delight shooting down between her squirming thighs. His 
hands coursed down over her tummy, his fingers dipped hungrily into the open 
gash of her cunt, rubbing, pinching at her clitoris, fucking in and out of 
her quivering channel. Ruth could feel herself coming apart at the seams, 
feel the unstoppable flickers of her impending climax. 

Watching her receive his lunges so greedily, feeling the tight ring of her 
lips sliding down to the root of his shaft, feeling her wet pussy opening 
like a flower under his fingertips was too much for Rick to bear. Growling 
like a lust-crazed bear, he threw himself down on her stomach, locking his 
arms tight about her waist, burying his mouth in her cunt and darting his 
long tongue into her. 

Ruth gurgled her joy around the hard- thrusting staff of his cock as she 
felt his tongue fill her cunt, as she felt the tip of his nose digging right 
into the hot ring of her anus. She hoisted her legs up, locking them about 
the back of his head and started hunching into him, fucking his tongue like 
it was a cock. His balls were smacking into her nose, his sweaty loins 
smacking into her ovalled, sucking mouth and she was digging it, digging 
every stunning impact. 

When her fourth orgasm came, it was like a steam roller, flattening her 
consciousness. Indescribable ecstasy swept through her fork, her pussy 
tightened down on his tongue, and she began sucking the full length of his 
penis, trying frantically to bring him off with her. 

Even as she started to tumble, to fall head over heels into the abyss, she 
felt her animal lover begin to respond. He ground his face hard against her 
cunt, burrowing his nose into her anus, and began to toss his hips in short, 
brisk strokes. It was all Ruth could do to clutch at his powerful, hunching 
buttocks and hang on. 

The huge cock sawed over the lining of her constricted throat, pulsing 
wildly, throbbing out of control. Then, suddenly, a tidal wave of hot, thick 
fluid burst into her throat and mouth, erupting from the hard-driving cock, 
filling her with slimy goo in an instant. Ruth whined her joy, gulping the 
creamy stuff down as fast as she could. She tried to suck up every single 
drop, but there was way too much. Even as she swallowed, more of the sticky 
semen was pouring into her mouth, oozing out between her lips, trickling 
down her cheeks, along her nose and over her forehead. 

After an endless eon of grunting, humping, swallowing, Rick collapsed on top 
of her. She held his softening penis in her mouth as long as she could, 
still nursing on him, even as he was still licking her wetly parted pussy. 
Finally, his weight got to be too much and she twisted her face to the side, 
letting his limp cock slide from her mouth. It rolled over the side of her 
face, leaving a warm trail of mixed drool and cum behind. 

"Up, please!" she moaned. "You're squashing me!" 

Rick mumbled an apology and levered himself up, rolling into a sitting 
position with his back against the bottom of the rear seat. 

Ruth sat up as well, pushing her skirt down over her fork. When she covered 
herself, the boy's face fell. He looked like he'd lost his best friend. 

"Hey, don't look so glum," she told him, reaching over and massaging his 
heavy balls. "Wasn't that a nice surprise?" 

"It was the best surprise I ever had," he told her, his eyelids narrowing to 
slit at the pleasure her stroking hand was giving him. 

She toyed with his balls for a few minutes, occasionally giving his penis a 
few wringing pumps. When he started to get another erection, however, she 
dropped him like a hot potato. 

"OH!" he groaned, looking at his hotly throbbing cock, then at her 
pleadingly. 

"I'd like to, Rick," she said, "but the group is going to be back any minute 
and you and I have some mopping up to do before they arrive." 

"Mopping up?" he said. 

Ruth giggled. She fumbled in her purse for a hand mirror, then held it up to 
his face. 

Rick gawked at himself, at the lipstick all over him, at the shining juice 
of her pussy smeared everywhere. 

"Does it wash off?" he groaned, miserably. 

She giggled again. "The lipstick washes off, lover," she said, "but my juice 
doesn't. You are forever branded. Go on, take a deep breath." 

He did just that and his eyes opened wide as the pungent, arousing scent of 
her pussy hit him. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed. 

"You damn betcha!" she said. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

After two brief stops later that afternoon, one at the mouth of a famous 
pass where local Indians held an entire company of U.S. Cavalry at bay for 
three months, the other at the top of the same gorge, for a panoramic view 
of the eastern slopes of the Sierra Nevada range, the tour bus pulled into 
yet another motel parking lot. 

Instead of peering at the place sourly, the teenagers were elated. The 
Wander Inn was much the same as the other motels they'd stayed at, the same 
barn red buildings with white trim, the same wagon wheels out front, the 
same big neon sign out front announcing "Fine Food," except for the swimming 
pool. 

"Man, does that look good!" Tod said. 

"We are allowed to use it, aren't we?" Sara said. 

The rest of the group echoed these same questions at top volume. Ruth stood 
up and waved her arms for quiet. 

"Yes, you can use the pool," she said. 

This was greeted by whoops and cheers all around. 

"But," she added, "only during the daylight hours." 

There were a few groans. 

"Which means that you've got," Ruth said, pausing to check her watch, "about 
an hour and a half. We'll all go to dinner at dusk, so be out of the pool by 
then. And remember, walk, don't run, right?" 

The students rushed to their motel rooms and got into their swimming suits 
and were back out faster than Ruth believed possible. She didn't put on a 
suit herself, but did slip on her panties. She sat out on a chaise lounge by 
the pool and supervised, making sure that none of her young charges got 
drowned. She would've liked to have gone in, too, but didn't trust herself 
with all those scantily clad young men. The sight of their glistening, 
sunbrowned bodies made her blood pressure skyrocket. 

She just sat there and watched them splash and dive and horse around. She 
paid particular attention to Bret who was showing off on the diving board. 
He had a truly magnificent body on him, the muscles of his chest so well- 
defined that they looked like carved marble. And he was agile and lithe, 
too, a beautiful diver, an able swimmer. Ruth was so wrapped up watching him 
that it took her a long time to realize that his shadow, Ginger, was nowhere 
in sight. 

The tour guide smirked. It figured. Now that she didn't have the little 
redhead to deal with, she and her dreamboat were surrounded by a couple of 
dozen squealing teenagers. 

When it came close to dinner time, Ginger appeared. She shot Ruth a few 
concerned glances and generally kept her distance. Ruth, on the other hand, 
stared at the girl quite boldly, as if daring her to say something, do 
something. 

The long day on the road and the session in the pool exhausted the teenagers 
so much that they shuffled back to their rooms without grumbling. Ruth 
followed Sara and Ginger into their room and the three took turns using the 
bathroom and getting ready for bed. 

It wasn't until after the lights went out that Ruth began to get antsy. She 
tossed and turned for a good hour and a half, unable to relax, unable to 
drift off into sleep. Finally, she sat up in bed. She had another big day 
tomorrow and knew that she had to get some rest. She wasn't about to take a 
sleeping pill, either. They made her too groggy the morning after. Then, she 
remembered the swimming pool. That would do it, she told herself. A nice, 
refreshing dip under the stars would relax her and she could drop right off. 

Ruth slipped out of bed quietly and opened her valise, taking out her swim 
suit. She went into the bathroom and put it on in the dark, then tiptoed 
past the still forms of Sara and Ginger and slipped out the door. 

It was a glorious night. The clear sky was choked with stars and the motel 
parking lot was empty save for the tour bus. It was off season still and 
none of the motels had been very crowded. She walked across the lot and 
entered the fenced pool area, closing the gate behind her. The fence was 
quite high, offering a good deal of privacy to the swimmers and sun bathers. 
She tested the water with her toe and found it to be even warmer than the 
air. 

Taking a deep breath, she dove in, swimming underwater the width of the 
pool, coming up on the opposite side. It felt wonderful! She could feel the 
tension melting away from her as the warm water sloshed and lapped at her 
body. She bobbed there a moment, then started swimming laps in an easy 
crawl. 

It was only when she stopped to rest that she realized she was being 
observed. There was a slender form standing in the shadows by the gate. 

"Who is it?" Ruth said. "Sara?" 

"No, it's me," said a weak voice. Then Ginger stepped forward. She was 
wearing her bikini bathing suit. Her pale skin looked smooth as silk in the 
starlight. Her body was perfect, her breasts high and firm, her waist tiny, 
her hips firm and round, her legs wonderfully long and slender. 

"What are you doing out here?" Ruth said, crossly. "I told all of you that 
there would be no swimming after dark." 

"I know," Ginger said, moving closer to the edge of the pool, "but I can't 
swim in the day." 

"What?" 

"My skin," the girl said, "it burns too easily. I can't stay out in the sun 
at all. I guess it's also because I'm so pale. I mean I have to be. I can't 
get a tan. I just burn. I didn't want the other kids to see how pasty I am." 

"You have lovely skin," Ruth said. "It's nothing to be ashamed of." 

"Thank you," Ginger said. "It's nice of you to say that." 

Ruth was having a hard time understanding why Ginger was treating her so 
nicely, why the girl seemed to be seeking out her company. 

"Why don't you jump in then?" Ruth suggested. "The water's great." 

Ginger did that, executing a neat dive and coming up in the middle of the 
pool. 

"Oooh, it is warm!" the redhead moaned. "It feels super!" The girl treaded 
water for a moment, then swam on her back over to where Ruth clung to the 
splash gutter. 

"Look at all those stars!" Ruth said, lolling her head back. 

"Wow!" Ginger exclaimed. "It's never this clear in Orange County!" 

Ruth was aware of the proximity of their bodies, of the occasional contact 
between their arms and thighs as they worked to stay afloat. She didn't pay 
much attention to it, though. 

"Wow, it's so dark here," Ginger said, "we could skinny dip and no one would 
be able to see us." 

The tour guide turned and looked at the redhead. "You wouldn't want to do 
that, would you?" she asked, incredulously. 

"I don't know. It might be fun," the girl said, her smooth shoulder rubbing 
against Ruth's. 

The raven-haired woman got a sudden chill, a shiver at the contact between 
them. She told herself that what she was thinking couldn't be possible, that 
her imagination was running away with her. 

"Come on, let's do it," Ginger said. 

"I don't know," Ruth said, doubtfully. 

"Well, I'm going to do it," the girl announced. 

Ruth stared at Ginger as she reached down under the water and struggled with 
her bikini bottom. Then her hand came up out of the water and flopped the 
sopping wet garment over onto the deck. The redhead then reached behind her 
back and undid the clasp to her top, removing it and tossing it over by her 
bottoms. 

"Oooh, it feels great!" Ginger said. "You ought to try it." 

Ruth was too busy staring at the nubile nakedness bobbing in front of her. 
Ginger's breasts were capped with super pale nipples, nipples crinkled and 
drawn out into taut stubs. Ruth couldn't really see much else because of the 
water. She did find herself strangely moved by the sight of those young 
breasts, though. 

"Here," Ginger offered, "I'll help you." 

Before Ruth could protest, the naked girl was moving against her, the silky, 
supple mounds of her breasts nuzzling against her arm, her long legs sliding 
against her smooth thighs. The idea of being stripped naked by such a pretty 
girl was very startling to her. 

"OOOH, YOUR SKIN IS SO SMOOTH!" Ginger said, stroking the sides of Ruth's 
arms. 

The tour guide was beginning to get the picture. 

Ginger's hand strayed from the side of Ruth's arm to the swell of her breast 
under the swim suit brassiere. When Ruth made no immediate move to push the 
hand away, Ginger started to massage, to grind the heel of her hand into the 
soft peak of her tit. 

"No! Don't!" Ruth said, pushing the lewdly caressing hand away. She said 
"no," but wasn't sure that she meant it. Ginger's touch was very gentle, 
very compelling. 

"Please, I want to touch you," Ginger said softly. "I want to touch you so 
bad." 

Ruth said nothing. There was no reply she could make. But when Ginger's 
hands slipped around her sides, when her fingers started fumbling with her 
clasp, she realized that by making no answer she had given the girl the 
go-ahead. Before she could protest, Ginger had her bikini top off. 

"OOOOH, YOU HAVE SUCH NICE BIG ONES!" the girl said, eating up the lush 
cones and the jutting pink nipples with her eyes, sliding her hand up from 
against Ruth's waist, up over the side of her ribcage to just below her 
right breast. 

Ruth shivered. She could see that Ginger wanted to scoop up that supple 
mound, that she wanted to squeeze and rub it; the girl's need was written 
all over her face. 

But, instead of openly trying to fondle her, the girl did something 
different, something much more stimulating. She moved closer. So close that 
for a delicious, staggering instant, her firm breasts brushed Ruth's, stiff 
nipples touching, teasing against stiff nipples, supple mounds of flesh 
sliding across each other. 

"OOOOH," Ruth moaned softly, feeling the powerful tingling in her nipples, 
the waves of pleasure coursing down from her breasts, down over her tummy, 
down into her fork. 

Ginger pretended not to notice her reaction to the intimate contact, in 
fact, not to notice the intimate contact at all, but the quaver in her voice 
when she spoke betrayed her. "Now, I'll get you out of your panties," she 
said, moving even closer, forcing her breast to slip between Ruth's, to 
nuzzle them ecstatically. 

Even if Ruth had wanted to, she couldn't have stopped the girl from grabbing 
hold of the waistband of her bikini bottoms and peeling them down over her 
thighs. 

Ginger pulled them off over her feet and set both top and bottom on the pool 
deck. 

Ruth was amazed at the difference without a swim suit. The warm water felt a 
thousand times more sexy sweeping over her bare pussy, her unharnessed 
breasts. For a moment, she just went limp, letting the water move her, 
letting it buoy up her breasts. Then something warm touched her, something 
slipping over her mounds, squeezing first one, then the other, then moved 
down to her waist. Ruth knew what, who the something was, but she did not 
open her eyes. 

Emboldened, Ginger moved closer, mashing her own breasts, her taut nipples 
against Ruth's, pressing her smooth, flat tummy to Ruth's. 

"Do you like this?" Ginger said, breathlessly, making her small, sparsely 
furred mound brush up against Ruth's. 

Both girls jerked violently at the intimate contact. To Ruth, it felt like 
she'd been touched with a live wire. Automatically, her arms swept up 
through the water and wrapped around the girl's slim waist. 

"OOOH, YOU DO LIKE IT!" Ginger moaned huskily, moving her hands down over 
the jutting swell of the older woman's hips, down over the round domes of 
her buttocks, cupping them, kneading them insistently. 

"No, really, I've never... I mean," Ruth stammered, her confusion as real as 
the excitement raging in her veins. She reached up in an attempt to push the 
girl back and found her hands slipping over Ginger's round breasts. For a 
crazy moment, she held those wet, resilient pears in her hands, felt the 
hot, hard stubs of her nipples digging into her palms. 

"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry!" Ruth said, jerking her hands away. 

"Don't be sorry," Ginger said. "I liked it. Do it some more, please." 

Ruth gawked at the girl. 

"It's all right," Ginger assured her. "I've done this lots of times before." 

"Lots of times?" 

"Sure. We have this woman gym coach at Mira Pavo and she and I, well, 
sometimes I stay after school with her and we do this. It's fun, you'll see. 
And there's no danger of getting pregnant." 

Ruth couldn't believe her ears. 

"A girl needs her release, too," Ginger said, moving her hands even lower, 
making her fingers crawl over the smooth buttocks, and lower still, until 
her fingertips touched fur, fur and much hotter, much silkier skin. 

The tour guide jerked as fingers grazed the lips of her pussy. 

"Don't fight it," Ginger said, gently stroking the entrance to her pussy 
with a fingertip. "I know that you want to make love with me. I can feel 
it." 

Ruth shuddered against the girl, delighting in the sensation that exploded 
between her legs. 

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Ginger said, her mouth a scant two inches from 
Ruth's as she teased and stroked every inch of her pussy, rubbing her 
fingers incitefully from clitoris to sphincter and back. 

Ruth was fighting a losing battle and knew it. It did feel good, 
staggeringly good, and she wanted more. She slipped her arms about Ginger's 
neck and hugged her tight, mashing her big breasts against the redhead's 
smaller, firmer ones. 

"That's it," Ginger cooed to her, prodding the mouth of her vagina with a 
fingertip, then sliding the pad of her finger up between Ruth's buttocks, 
over the red hot button of her anus, then back down again to the entrance to 
her channel. 

The fingertip moved back and forth again and again, bridging the short 
distance between anus and pussy, pushing at both, but pushing into neither 
one. It was maddening. Ruth wanted to be fingered, probed by the smooth 
girl, but it wasn't happening. 

Suddenly, Ginger pushed back from her. "Let's swim into shallower water," 
she said, moving backward slowly. 

Ruth followed her to the kiddie end of the pool where the water was only 
about waist deep. The girl quickly moved into the older woman's arms, 
reaching down with both hands and grabbing hold of Ruth's thighs, hoisting 
her up from the pool bottom. 

The raven-haired woman gasped as she lost her footing, clinging to Ginger, 
automatically locking her legs around the girl's waist. She was stunned by 
the girl's apparent strength, until she realized that the water was doing 
most of the work. 

Before Ruth could gasp, Ginger's small, hot hand was sliding up the back of 
her thigh, slipping right over her hairy pussy. 

"OOOOOH," the redhead moaned, rubbing her fingers into the pliant folds. 
"Now, you touch me." When Ruth didn't respond at once, the girl took hold of 
her hand and made her reach in under her own bottom, made her put her 
fingers to her nearly hairless pussy. 

Ruth moaned as she cupped Ginger's hot little cunt in her hand, her 
fingertips immediately searching among the tight folds for the central slit, 
working the heel of her hand against the upper part of her labia, where she 
knew the girl's clitoris was. 

"UHHH!" Ginger moaned, pulling Ruth hard against her, slipping her thumb up 
the woman's pussy. 

The feeling of being penetrated was awesome. It sent a wild surge of 
pleasure stabbing deep into her belly. Then the girl was fucking her finger 
in and out and Ruth felt the pleasure bloom, exploding over her mound, her 
cunt muscles squeezing down around the probing digit. 

"OH! YOU'RE CUMMING!" the redhead whined excitedly, moving her finger 
faster, stabbing it deeper. 

Beside herself with ecstasy, Ruth fumbled with the thin, hairless lips under 
her fingers, peeling them back, putting a finger to the small, tight hole 
and shoving. As her finger shot up into the slick, narrow passage, as her 
pussy squeezed down on the darting digit that skewered it, she put her lips 
to Ginger's and kissed her fervently. 

Ginger kissed her back, hungrily, her mouth opening to receive the older 
woman's tongue as her hips started to roll, to twist as the finger began 
fucking in and out of her pussy. 

Ruth was so excited that she thought her skull was going to explode. She was 
finger- fucking the girl's pussy a mile a minute, her own quivering cunt 
receiving the delicious thrusts of a hard thumb. 

"OH, NO! NO, WAIT!" Ginger gasped, pulling her finger from Ruth's pussy, 
pushing at her. "Not like this. Let's get out of the water. Please. It'll be 
much better. Much, much better." 

Ruth doubted that anything could be better, but she unlocked her legs from 
the girl's waist and followed her out of the pool. The sight of Ginger's 
moisture-beaded white body shimmering in front of her, the firm, saucy 
mounds of her buttocks shifting as she climbed up the stairs, a few wet 
tendrils of red pubic hair clinging to the parted, pink lips of her slit, 
set Ruth's juices to churning. 

Ginger lay down on her side on the deck and Ruth slipped down next to her. 
The two women kissed passionately, their hands roaming over each other's 
bodies, their loins pressed tight together. 

Then the redhead drew back and whispered into Ruth's face, "I WANT TO KISS 
YOUR PUSSY." 

The older woman shuddered. "I WANT TO EAT YOU, TOO," she said. 

Ginger gently but firmly pushed her over onto her back on the deck and then 
put her hands to her knees and spread them wide. Before Ruth could blink, 
the horny girl was kneeling between her splayed thighs, her pert bottom 
stuck up high in the air, her breasts mashed into the deck, kneeling and 
mashing her open mouth down on her hairy pussy. 

Ruth bit back a cry of sheer ecstasy as the hot, moist lips swarmed over her 
pussy, sucking hungrily at the very mouth of her cunt, as the dainty, 
slippery tongue squirmed over her tender, swollen labia, parting them, as it 
flicked over her throbbing clitoris. 

"NUMMMMM!" Ginger crooned, rooting around between Ruth's spread thighs like 
no man had ever done, sucking up the fragrant juice that seeped from her 
hot, quivering slit. 

Moaning softly, Ruth began to move her hips. She just couldn't help it. The 
darting tongue was flicking into her open pussy and she had to hump. She 
just had to! Her back arched up from the deck, her pelvis snapped as the 
tickling joy burst over her pussy. And in the dim light she could see 
Ginger's lovely young face down there, rolling over her pubic hair, mashing 
against the angry lips of her pussy; she could see the moist pink tongue 
slathering over her puffy flaps, digging down into the widening crevice. 

She reached down and put her fingers to Ginger's wet hair, pushing at the 
back of her head, urging the girl to lick her harder, to bite her pussy. 
When the redhead did just that, began madly slurping at her slit, began 
nibbling frantically at her parted flanges, Ruth let out a shrill moan. 

"I WANT TO DO IT, TOO!" she sobbed, giving Ginger's hair a tug. "I WANT TO 
DO IT TO YOU!" 

Ginger was too wrapped up in the hot cunt under her face to care what Ruth 
wanted, so the older, stronger woman took matters into her own hands. She 
pulled hard on the girl's hair, wrenching her face up from her pussy, then 
forced her to roll over onto her back on the deck. 

Ginger just lay there, breathing hard, as Ruth turned around so that her 
pussy faced the girl's mouth, so that her mouth faced the girl's pussy. As 
Ruth swung her leg over Ginger's head, straddling it, she dropped her face 
between the girl's widely splayed thighs, kissing the moist, musky lips of 
her inflamed pussy. 

The redhead shivered and lifted her knees, tipping up her whole crotch, and 
grabbed Ruth's thighs, pulling her pussy back down against her face. 
Groaning like a bitch in heat, Ginger rubbed her nose into Ruth's blazing 
anus and drove her tongue deep into her wet pussy. 

Ruth shuddered violently as the wriggling tongue waggled up into her and she 
dug her fingers into the soft skin of Ginger's buttocks, spreading them wide 
apart, licking, lapping madly at the tight and tiny pussy. The wispy, silky 
hairs felt wonderful against her lips and tongue and the heat the girl's 
cunt gave off was awesome. Waves of warmth edged with pungent musk wafted 
over Ruth's face. 

Moaning, snorting like a wild thing, Ginger began bobbing her face against 
Ruth's bottom, fucking her tongue in and out of the contracting passage. 

The steady, wet slap of lips against her pussy mouth, the deeply squirming 
tongue destroyed what was left of Ruth's sense of decorum. She fell to 
kissing and sucking at the puckering lips of Ginger's pussy, licking at the 
soft fuzz, dipping the tip of her tongue into the nadir of her slit, poking 
at the entrance to her throbbing vagina. 

Ginger let out a plaintive wail as she felt Ruth's tongue laving her 
pussylips. She raised her knees still higher, forcing the full length of her 
slit to rub up against the older woman's face. 

Ruth didn't protest when her mouth was moved lower down, down over the 
quivering vaginal sphincter. She was too busy to protest; she was too busy 
cumming. Just the feel of Ginger's soft, hot, hairless lips against her 
mouth, the feel of her silky thighs rubbing against her ears, the feel of 
her hot buttocks parting under her nose, the feel of her contracting pussy 
under her mouth was enough. Moaning from low in her belly, Ruth pushed the 
tip of her tongue into the slippery gulley, tasting the warm love juice, 
wallowing in it as she bored straight down, straight down into Ginger's 
tight little cunt. 

The redhead wailed into the muffling folds of Ruth's cunt, her whole body 
stiffening as the slick probe darted up into her. She pummeled Ruth's back 
with her heels, demanding that she tongue her deeper. 

The older woman did just that, eating pussy with a ravenous, insatiable 
hunger, working the full length of her tongue deep into the trembling, moist 
fissure, sweeping over the rippling walls, over the hot, buttered folds. 

The girl was so excited by what Ruth was doing to her that her inhibitions 
went right out the window. She slipped her thumbs between Ruth's buttocks, 
spreading them, then fell upon her anus with an open mouth and the same wild 
passion she'd show to her pussy. She swirled her tongue over its wrinkled 
surface, sucking at it, giggling at her partner's violent reaction. 

At the feel of hot, wet tongue lashing against her anus, Ruth started to 
twitch and jerk like a spastic. The sensation was so mind- boggling, so 
nasty and yet so appealing, so vile and yet so delectable that it, coupled 
with the feel of the tight pussy under her tongue, sent her once more to the 
brink. Her whole mind went stark white, great klieg lights flashing inside 
her skull, the pleasure hoisting her up, then dropping her, letting her 
plummet straight down. She gobbled Ginger's pussy savagely, actually chewing 
at the tender lips, digging the tip of her tongue between the girl's tight 
buttocks, searching for and licking at the red hot button of her anus. 

Ginger jerked under her, then her hips went wild, leaping up from the deck, 
bashing the wet gash into Ruth's mouth. Ruth immediately stabbed her tongue 
down into the orgasming cunt and was rewarded with a powerful squeeze from 
her convulsing pussy. The squeezing just kept on and on, tugging so hard at 
the root of Ruth's tongue that she feared it might be ripped loose. And the 
whole time Ginger thrashed out her joy, she kept her mouth locked tight to 
Ruth's pore, sucking furiously at it, trying to get it to open up so she 
could stuff her tongue inside. 

It took a long, long time for the squirming to wind down. The two women 
continued to lick and kiss each other's pussies and rectums long after the 
really serious climaxing was through. 

Ruth had never realized just how satisfying making love to another woman 
could be. It had never dawned on her that only another woman would know, 
first hand, what would be the most pleasurable. When they finally rolled 
apart, they lay on their backs, hip to hip, and stared up at the stars. 

"What did you think when you saw me in the bathroom?" Ruth said. "What did 
you think when you saw me in the closet with Tod?" 

Ginger paused before she answered. "I thought you were the most beautiful 
woman I'd ever seen," she said. "I was so jealous when I saw you with Tod!" 

Ruth laughed. She couldn't help it. 

"What's so funny?" Ginger asked. 

"Nothing. Well, it's just that I had you figured all wrong," Ruth said. "I 
thought you were a Miss Goody Two Shoes. I expected you to turn me in for 
being some kind of a pervert after you got home." 

"That is funny!" Ginger said. 

"Yes, it is. Why, you're much more of a pervert than I'll ever be," she 
said. 

Ginger turned toward her and gave her a hurt look. 

"A sweet little pervert," Ruth added, reaching down between the girl's 
parted thighs and gently stroking the still-trembling lips of her pussy. 

"Ooooh!" Ginger sighed, lifting her knees. 

Ruth petted her for a few moments, watching the expressions flit over her 
pretty face, then stopped. 

"What I don't understand," the tour guide said, "is how you manage to hang 
on to Bret or why you bother when you like girls better?" 

"I don't really know if I like girls better," the redhead said. "I've never 
made love with a boy, not all the way, so I don't have anything to compare 
it to. As for hanging on to Bret, he's a real sexy guy. He does something to 
me, inside, something that no woman ever has. It kind of scares me, but I 
like it." 

"I know what you mean," Ruth said. "He does that to me, too. I've got a 
confession to make." 

"Really?" 

"Yep. I was scheming to get Bret alone, away from you so I could seduce 
him." Ginger didn't respond right away. When she did, she said, "Maybe you 
should." 

"What?" 

"I mean, I know I'll probably never have the guts to go all the way with 
him," she said. "All I'm doing is driving him crazy. I let him get so far 
with me and then I shut off. I'm sure it would be a relief to him to finally 
get some pussy for a change." 

Ginger's tone was so self-deprecating, so miserable that it made Ruth pause. 
She could not even be elated at the news that Bret was hers for the taking. 
Now that she knew Ginger, now that she'd made love to her and been loved in 
return, she couldn't think of her as just another stuck up little bitch like 
Sara. Ginger was a real person, a real, sensitive person. 

"You do want him, don't you?" Ruth said. Ginger made a muffled sob. "Yes, 
yes, I do," she confessed. "But I'm scared." 

Ruth took a deep breath before she spoke. 

What she was about to suggest was something that wouldn't even have occurred 
to her an hour before. 

"We could kill two birds with one stone, you know," she said. 

Ginger pushed up on an elbow and looked her in the eye. "What? I don't 
understand." 

"We could seduce him together," Ruth said. "Both of us. That way, I'd be 
there to help you. You wouldn't have to be afraid. And if you didn't like 
it, well, like I said, I'd be there to help." 

"You don't mean it," the redhead said. "Yes, I do," Ruth countered, her 
conviction growing as she warmed up to the idea. "You don't have to make up 
your mind right now. Think about it, if you want. Sleep on it." 

"That isn't it," Ginger said, excitedly. "I just don't believe that it could 
be true. It's too wonderful!" 

"Then, you want to give it a try?" 

"Do I! Oooh, we could do all sorts of sexy things with the three of us! Just 
think about it!" 

Ruth did and a shiver rippled up her spine. "But when can we get him alone?" 
Ginger said. "The other kids are always around." 

"Not always," Ruth said. "Dinner time, for instance." 

"Dinner time?" 

"Sure. While all the other students are in the restaurant, you could get 
Bret to meet you in our motel room." 

"I could?" 

"Sure. He'll think you've finally decided to come around... and you have. I 
could hide in the bathroom until you two get into bed and then... surprise!" 

"Boy, will it ever be!" Ginger said. Then she frowned. "What about Sara? 
She's a real nose bone. It's just like her to come hunting for me." 

"You don't like Sara much?" 

The redhead shrugged. "She's a real phony," she said. "Everybody knows it, 
but nobody says it. She wants it as bad as anyone, I ought to know." 

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." 

Ginger smirked. "Ms. Caloski, the gym teacher," she explained, "she told me. 
She said that Sara is always parading around naked in front of her in the 
shower room, hoping that she'll get a come on." 

When Ruth looked skeptical, Ginger went on. "No, it's for real," she said. 
"Ms. Caloski has a kind of sixth sense when it comes to girls. She can tell 
right away if she can make them. And then, there was that time that Sara 
tried to get funny with me." 

"With you?" Ruth said. "And you didn't take her up on it?" 

"No way! For one thing, she did it so clumsily that it turned me off, 
putting her hand on my ass in the showers, then acting like it as a big 
accident. For another, she's too young. I like older women. And last, but 
not least, I can't stand her." 

"I don't think we have to worry about Sara," Ruth told her. "She'll be away 
at dinner with the rest of the group. You can say you're sick to your 
stomach, any excuse not to go with the others." 

"What kind of excuse can Bret give?" she said. "I mean, we both can't have 
sick stomachs." 

"That's simple. He doesn't need an excuse. He can go down to dinner, wolf it 
down in a blink... I've .seen him do it, so I know he can... and then 
leave." 

"Wow! I can't believe that I'm, that we're really going to do it." 

"The only problem I can foresee," Ruth said, "is whether or not he'll want 
me, too." 

"Don't be silly," Ginger cooed, rolling over on top of Ruth, sliding her 
smooth thigh between her legs, rubbing it incitefully over her hairy, juicy 
mound. "You're gorgeous. Sweet enough to eat." 

Ruth moaned softly as Ginger kissed her way down over her breasts, her 
tummy, down through the dark tangle of her pubic hair... and proceeded to do 
just that. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

For Ruth, the tour of Sparksville, an authentic ghost town, the following 
day seemed endless. In a way, it was a shame because the place had always 
intrigued her before. It was full of the color, of the feel of the time. 
Unfortunately, it could not compete with her own passionate fantasies. 

She purposefully stayed as far away from Bret and Ginger as possible, not 
wanting to draw any attention to herself. She kept wondering, though, if the 
girl had told her boyfriend, yet, told him that she wanted to fuck him, and 
if so, what his response had been. It was futile to ponder over every detail 
of the proceedings, and Ruth knew it, but she was too excited to do anything 
else. 

It was a good thing that the ghost town provided its own tour guide because 
she was in no shape to lead anything. Every time she glanced over at Bret, 
she got this powerful surge of pleasure between her legs. It was like her 
ready pussy already knew what kind of sheer delights were in store for it. 

The day dragged on and on until about three p.m., then time started to fly. 
Before she knew it, the bus was pulling in to the motel parking lot and she 
was once again rising to address the tired and hungry group. 

"Sorry, there's no pool at this place," she said, then she paused, waiting 
for the groans and grumblings to die down. She felt like saying something 
cutting, something about the fact that all these teenagers probably had 
pools of their own back in Orange County, pools that they never, ever used, 
but didn't. "I'll be passing out the room keys as usual. The restaurant is 
around the corner of the building away from the road." 

With that, she stepped down the stairs and marched over to the motel office, 
collecting the keys from the manager, then passing them out to the 
teenagers. 

"We'll be eating dinner right away," she said as the group began to 
disperse. She opened the door for Sara and Ginger, then followed them into 
the room. 

Ginger sat on her bed, a hang dog look on her face. 

Picking up the cue, Ruth asked, "Is something wrong, Ginger? You don't look 
well." 

"Yes, she does look funny," Sara agreed. 

"I feel kind of sick to my stomach," the redhead said, putting her hand on 
her belly. "I don't think I want any dinner tonight. I don't think I could 
keep it down." 

"You really should eat something," Sara said. 

Ruth glared at the little blonde. "No, that's all right, Ginger," she said. 
"If you don't feel like eating, you don't have to." 

Sara shrugged. "Well, I'm going down to dinner," she announced. "And I hope 
it's better than last night. That awful giblet gravy is probably what made 
you sick." 

When Ruth didn't move to join her, Sara said, "Aren't you coming, Ms. 
Jacoby?" 

"In a bit," Ruth said. "In a bit. You go ahead." 

Sara pushed out the door, her pert little behind twitching. 

It was hard for Ruth to envision Sara trying to get herself seduced by a gym 
coach, but then again, she'd been shocked by what she'd learned about 
Ginger, too. Ruth walked to the window and carefully pulled back the 
curtain, making sure that Sara was heading towards the restaurant, then she 
turned back to the girl on the bed. 

"Is he coming?" she asked. 

Ginger's illness abruptly vanished. She beamed up at the black-haired woman. 
"He sure is!" she said. "And he's hot for me, too. He told me some things 
that I could hardly believe." 

"Like?" Ruth said, taking a seat beside her on the bed. 

"Like how sometimes when I let him feel my pussy, he cums right in his 
pants!" 

Ruth leaned forward and planted a warm kiss on the girl's lips. "He's not 
alone, either," she said. 

"Oooh! Ruthie!" Ginger gushed. "I'm so excited already that I think I could 
cum all by myself." 

"You won't have to do that, darling," Ruth assured her. "I'm going to slip 
into the bathroom and get undressed. Whatever you do, don't let him go in 
there. Okay?" 

"Okay," Ginger said. 

Ruth stepped through the bathroom door, then closed it behind her. As she 
began to quickly undress, her heart began to pound agonizingly in her chest. 
Soon, she told herself, very soon, she was going to have her dreamboat. 

She was naked when she heard the faint knock on the motel room door. She 
pressed her ear to the bathroom door and held her breath. 

"Hurry! Come in!" Ginger said, holding the motel room door open a crack. 

Bret slipped in, panting and out of breath. "Oh," he groaned. "I ate all 
that Salisbury steak and then ran. Yuck! My stomach feels awful." 

"I hope you're not going to get sick on me," she said. 

"No way!" Bret answered. "I've been waiting for this for too long. I want 
you so bad, baby!" 

He held out his arms to her and she came to him, pressing her warm body to 
his, holding her face up for him to kiss. He pressed his mouth hard on hers, 
pushing his tongue between her teeth, sweeping it over the inside of her 
mouth so fast, so wildly that it stole her breath away. And his hands were 
already busy, busy at the back of her halter top, busy untying it. 

As soon as the flimsy cups fell out of the way, he put his hands to her firm 
breasts, massaging them hungrily, working the nipples into stiff little 
peaks with his fingers. 

Ginger moaned into his open mouth, moaned at the flurries of excitement 
dancing down over her tummy, down between her legs. Then he was pushing her 
back onto the bed. She let him do it. She made no protest as he fell upon 
her naked tits with his lips and tongue, licking, sucking at them, his hands 
squeezing at them, milking them into his nursing mouth. She reached up and 
stroked his burning cheek, shuddering against him as he used his teeth on 
her nipples. 

Moaning, groaning, the blonde boy kissed and sucked every inch of her 
breasts and when he was done, he started working his way down over her 
heaving tummy. 

Ginger stiffened as she felt his mouth sliding hotly over the outside of her 
cut off levis, sliding right down over the jutting hummock of her pussy. 

"OH, BRET! BRET!!" she gasped as he blew into her fork, right into the 
tender flesh of her pussy. 

"I want you!" he said, his voice thick with passion. "I want all of you." 

Then his hands were ripping at her waistband, hauling her shorts and panties 
down over her thighs. She lay there on her back on the bed, totally naked, 
her thighs artlessly splayed, her bare pussy with its sparse red hairs, its 
thin pink Ups was open to his gaze. 

"God, it's so beautiful!" Bret groaned, dropping to his knees before her. 

Ginger shut her eyes tight. She could feel his hands sliding over her 
thighs, his fingers slipping down between her legs, rubbing over the tight 
lips of her pussy. For an instant, she thought she couldn't go through with 
it, but then remembered Ruth in the bathroom, Ruth waiting to help, and she 
regained her courage. 

"OOOOH! RUB IT HARDER!" she moaned, lifting her bottom from the bed, pushing 
her cunt into his hand. 

Bret did better than that. He lowered his face to her loins and pressed his 
mouth right up against her pussy, kissing it fervently. 

The girl jerked at the feel of his warm lips kissing her there. It surprised 
her that the feeling would be the same, no matter what sex her partner was. 
The feeling was marvelous. 

"OH, GINGER! BABY!" he whined, kissing up and down the full length of her 
slit. The keen, pungent aroma of her pussy was raging into his nostrils and 
he was overcome, overcome by a ravenous hunger. He started licking at her 
tight, hairless slit frenziedly, the way a dog licks a bitch's cunt, 
whimpering softly, so aroused by the scent of pussy in heat that he began 
drooling all over himself, all over her. 

Ginger just lay there with her legs wide apart and let it happen. She could 
feel herself swelling, feel the lips of her cunt getting all spongy and 
puffy, feel the central slit deepening and moistening, not only with his 
saliva, but with her own viscous juices. 

Bret sucked her pussy, rooting about between her labia, wallowing in her 
tight little slit. And as he did so, he pressed the balls of his thumbs to 
the soft pink flanges of her labia, gently levering them apart, so that when 
he licked at her, his hot, thick tongue swept right between them, right down 
over the mouth of her pussy. 

The redhead began to mewl softly as he lapped at the entrance to her vagina, 
then louder, more shrilly as he slid the tip of his tongue up into her. Her 
hips began to tick rhythmically, to bump her wet mound into his flushed 
face. 

The feel, the sight of her responding to him with such abandon nearly drove 
the boy out of his mind. He scooped up her silky buttocks in both hands and 
started bobbing his head, forcing his tongue to fly in and out of the 
rapidly stretching channel. 

Ginger jerked her knees up and gave it all to him, gasping for breath as his 
long tongue tickled the back of her womb, as its coursing length rasped over 
her clitoris. 

Sensing her growing excitement, the boy really went to town, not only 
bobbing his head, but bouncing her on the bed, triple timing his tongue 
thrusts. 

"OH! OHHH-YEEEE!! " Ginger screeched, her back arching up from the bed, her 
pussy clamping down hard on his tongue. 

Bret stopped in mid-thrust, astounded by the sudden change in the lovely 
girl. She was squirming, writhing under him, kissing, spitting like a cat, 
her tight pussy milking his tongue madly. He continued to tongue fuck her 
until after her thrashing stopped. When he pulled his tongue out of her 
pussy and started licking at the wetly gleaming petals of her labia, he was 
stunned to see the transformation there as well. No longer was her cunt 
tight-lipped and prim. The outer lips were all puffy and swollen, the inner 
ones gaped lewdly, showing the creamy pink lining of her pussy, showing the 
dark, shadowy hole, softly quivering at the bottom of her slit. 

"MAN!" he groaned. "MAN! I'VE GOT TO FUCK YOU. I'VE GOT TO DO IT NOW OR MY 
COCK'S GOING TO EXPLODE!" 

With that, he started stripping out of his clothes as fast as he could, 
throwing them every which way. Ginger looked up at him through pleasure 
glazed eyes. She made no move to close her thighs or to shield her sticky 
cunt from his view. When he unveiled his penis, she let out a tiny moan. 

Bret was hung and then some. His cock was long and thick and faintly pink 
and the massive, bulbous head was a lurid red. The underside of his shaft 
was laced with fat blue veins and below the thick ruff of his blonde pubic 
hair, below the stout root of his penis, hung a pair of huge, bloated 
testicles in a fuzzy pink sac. 

"GINGER, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" he moaned, kneeling on the bed between her 
splayed thighs. As he gripped his cock and bent it down from against his 
chest, a big drop of white pre-cum slipped from his slot, swaying back and 
forth before breaking free, before flopping across her knee. 

The redhead gasped as she felt the sticky wetness dripping on her leg. She 
reached down and put her fingers to the warm creamy fluid, then raised her 
fingers up to her face. She examined the substance up close, rubbing it 
between her fingertips. Then, to the boy's amazement and delight, she began 
to lick the stuff away, whimpering as she did so. 

"OOOHHH, GINGER!" he exclaimed. 

"MORE, BRET!" she crooned, reaching out and up to grip the hugely throbbing 
neck of his erect cock, to pull it toward her. "PLEASE!" 

The teenage boy let the girl pull him forward by his cock, crawling up over 
her waist, straddling her torso, the backs of his thighs brushing the taut 
peaks of her nipples. 

Ginger, her head reeling from the taste of her boyfriend's semen, pulled his 
cockhead right up against her mouth and then started licking at it, swirling 
away the milky beads that oozed from his slot. And she started pumping her 
fist up and down the shaft, making more of the delicious sperm dribble onto 
her tongue. 

Bret could hardly believe his eyes. Ginger was actually sucking at the head 
of his cock! She was eating his cum and loving it! He groped back between 
her legs and pushed a finger up into her wet pussy, fucking it in and out 
briskly, rubbing it over the hard, hot chick pea of her clitoris. 

The waves of pleasure his fingering brought on only made her suck him 
harder, made her pump him harder. She gobbled down his oozing semen like a 
starving child, revelling in the taste, the consistency of it. 

When Bret felt her pussy stretch so widely around his finger that he could 
get a second one in beside the first, he pulled back from her sucking lips 
and tried to get back between her legs. 

"UHH!" Ginger whined like a spoiled brat, holding tight to his cock, trying 
to lap at some more. 

"NO, BABY!" Bret moaned. "You can do that some more later. "Now, I've got to 
fuck your pussy." 

Ginger let go of him and opened her eyes, watching as he moved into 
position. 

"I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR CHERRY, BABY," he said, taking hold of her feet and 
setting her heels on his shoulders, making her tip her pussy up to him. 

The redhead whimpered softly as he leaned forward, as her legs slid over his 
back, her knees locking over his shoulders. He was folding her up like a 
lawn chair! She could hardly move! 

Bret fumbled with the head of his cock, then pushed its blood-filled tip 
between her soft, buttery labia, jamming it tight against the mouth of her 
pussy. 

Ginger was so hot, so ready for it, that she was the one who made the first 
move. She ticked her hips upward, grinding her sphincter into his hot, 
smooth bulb, making it nose into the slight tightness of her virginal cunt. 

One feel of that slippery, wrinkly passage and Bret was a goner. He grunted 
and lunged and his huge penis slid into her soft, quivering pussy like a 
fist punching through soft, warm butter. He sucked in air through his 
clenched teeth as his cock was sheathed in her narrow channel, as he drove 
into her to the sparse, wispy red hairs. 

Ginger froze under him as the monstrous rod surged into her, forcing the 
walls of her cunt to stretch wide apart, filling her madly contracting pussy 
to the limit with raging, lust- hardened flesh. It was like nothing she ever 
could've imagined. It hurt, but that wasn't the half of it. There was a 
terrible pressure on her belly as if it was about to split wide open if he 
didn't back off. 

"AAGGGHHH, BRET!!" she bawled. "IT'S TOO BIG! I CAN'T STAND IT!! TAKE IT 
OUT! PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!!" 

Come hell or high water, Bret was not about to take it out. He started to 
screw her, moving slowly, carefully, sliding his big penis in and out of her 
tight cunt. 

"UHHHH! OWWWW!!" she wailed, kicking his back with her heels. It felt like 
he was turning her inside out! 

Bret ignored her pleas for mercy and kept right on fucking her. The heat of 
the friction between his thrusting cock and her tightly clasping pussy 
worked wonders. It made her cunt stretch like taffy. The stretching action, 
coupled with the richening flow of her own lubricant, soon made screwing her 
as easy as pie. His massive penis was sliding in and out of her little pink 
pussy as easily as a finger thrust into a Vaseline-filled rubber glove. 
Sensing his victory, Bret began to fuck her harder, faster, snapping his 
hips, making his testicles rub against her upturned buttocks. 

Ginger could feel the wrinkles of her virginal pussy being ironed out by his 
gigantic cock. For a seeming eternity, what he was doing to her hurt like 
hell, then, gradually, as the friction heat built up, the pain gave way to a 
feeling of delicious warmth. After that, she could begin to feel her 
clitoris, the way it was being rasped and rubbed as his penis slipped in and 
out. Flickers of ecstasy rushed over her battered, broken mound and her cunt 
widened further, stretching hotly over his thrusting rod, sheathing it 
greedily, sputtering trapped air as it plunged deep into her soft, white 
belly. 

"OOOOOH!" she cooed, letting her knees slip over the edge of his shoulders, 
giving a little upward hunch, experimenting. When there was no pain, she 
started to move her hips with him, pushing up from the bed to meet his cock 
halfway. The moist slap of his balls against her buns was something she 
suddenly looked forward to. 

"THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" Bret encouraged her. He let her legs fall all the 
way down and then leaned forward, propping himself on his elbows, rubbing 
his smooth naked chest against the hard-pointed tips of her breasts. 

Ginger whinnied and raised her long legs, wrapping them so tight about his 
waist that she practically shut off his air. Then she started fucking him in 
earnest, bouncing on the bed, making the springs creak and squeak 
rhythmically. 

Ruth, who had been listening to the sounds of the love making intently and 
with growing arousal, took her cue from the unmistakable, joyous creaking of 
the bed. She opened the bathroom door and slipped into the room with the 
ecstatically rutting teenagers. They were so caught up in the throes of 
their own passion that they didn't even notice when she crept up to the foot 
of the bed. 

The tour guide peered over Bret's broad, suntanned shoulder at the 
lust-twisted face of Ginger. A warm sense of kinship swept over Ruth. Her 
little lesbian lover was going to experience her first real orgasm very 
soon. 

Then Ruth looked down. She stared in awe at the rear view of the action that 
she had. She could see Bret's muscular, sinewy buttocks bobbing between 
Ginger's wide-splayed thighs. She could see the uptight lumps of his 
testicles, snuggled up like goose eggs to his groin. She could see the 
massive, pinkly gleaming length of his penis surging in between Ginger's 
ovalled labia, spearing into her like a vein-marbled lance. 

"OOOH, YES!! YES!!!" Ginger wailed, thrashing her head back and forth, 
swiveling her hips wildly. 

The excitement in the air was contagious. Ruth had to do something to 
appease the hunger stirring within her. She moved in close to Bret's bobbing 
behind and opened her mouth, extending her long tongue, licking at the 
semen-bloated orbs of his balls. 

At first, Bret couldn't figure out what was happening. It felt like his 
balls were sliding right up into Ginger's pussy. They were getting bathed in 
hot, slippery wetness. Then, Ruth got a little carried away, what with the 
pungent smells, the lewdly stimulating feel of the boy's scrotum against her 
mouth and tongue, and jammed his entire scrotum in between her lips. 

"OOOHHHH!" Bret howled, practically jumping out of his skin as his testicles 
were engulfed in hot, sucking lips. He jerked his head around, never missing 
a stroke with that big cock of his and stared in astonishment at the naked 
woman behind him. 

Ruth straightened up and let him look at all of her, parting her thighs so 
he could see the thick, pink lips of her pussy under the fringe of black 
hair. 

Bret looked, all right. Still fucking Ginger a mile a minute, he eyeballed 
every luscious inch of the tour guide from breasts to buttocks. 

"Don't mind me," she said, leering at his hard-driving ass. She reached 
forward gingerly and cupped his hard scrotum, squeezing it. 

Bret gasped, his eyes bulging. "I DON'T MIND," he choked. "I DON'T MIND AT 
ALL!" 

Her whole body trembling with excitement, Ruth dropped back down behind him. 
This time she gripped his hips and held on, held her mouth tight to his 
bobbing balls, and held the tip of her nose right to his madly winking pore. 
She sucked and slurped at him, revelling in the wrinkly bag under her lips, 
in the lusty smells of broached pussy that wafted up at her in a steady 
stream. 

It wasn't long before Ginger had her climax. The wildly excited girl arched 
up from the bed and started clawing at Bret's back and buttocks, yowling at 
the top of her lungs. 

Bret groaned at the awful noise, at the feel of her tight pussy contracting 
about his penis, every muscle squeezing, rippling inwards to tease the hot 
semen from his cock. To solve the first problem, he clamped his hand over 
her mouth and held it there, while she whinnied and thrashed, her hips 
writhing like she was possessed by demons. There was no solution to the 
second problem. All he could do was keep on fucking, even though at times, 
when her pussy was tightly convulsed, he could hardly force his cock into 
her. The additional friction, plus the excitement of feeling of her cumming 
under his cock, was more than enough to send Bret over the brink, too. 

Ruth felt his balls flex against her lips and then his anus started 
fluttering and he let out a low, animal moan of pleasure. She knew that he 
was cumming! Whimpering, she began to lap at his testicles in a frenzy, 
sweeping her tongue not only over them, but up into his asscrack, up and 
over his blazing sphincter. 

Bret came as never before, shooting gusher after gusher into Ginger's soft 
belly. Even his hand muffling her mouth couldn't completely silence her 
ecstatic squeal of delight as she felt the boiling, viscous fluid shoot into 
her pussy. She locked her legs tight to his waist, digging her fingernails 
into the savagely bobbing cheeks of his ass and yelled her head off. 

Bret felt like yelling, too. The wild, uninhibited woman behind him was 
licking his ass! Licking it even as he spurted! And the wet and wonderful 
thrills she was giving him made his climax stretch on and on and on, until 
he thought he'd go out of his mind. 

Finally, the teenagers' ecstasy faded and their mad writhing ceased. Ruth 
slipped her smooth hands over Bret's back, caressing him with great urgency. 
She needed some love, too; she needed it bad. 

The boy moaned anxiously as he felt the tips of her lush breasts rubbing 
against his skin. His still-hard penis pulsed powerfully against the walls 
of Ginger's quivering pussy, making her shudder and wail. 

"My turn," Ruth said, mashing her breasts into him, gripping his hips and 
pulling him up into a kneeling position right on the very edge of the bed. 

Bret's cock half-slipped out of Ginger's pussy and as it did, it drew forth 
a wave of glistening white semen that rushed over her silky buttocks. 
Instinctively, the boy tried to plunge his cock back into her, but Ruth 
would have none of that. 

"My turn!" she said, insistently. And before the young man could do a thing 
to prevent her, she groped in under his sweaty buttocks, his 
slobber-drenched balls and caught hold of the thick root of his penis. She 
gripped the slippery rod firmly and jerked it from Ginger's pussy. 

"OH!" Bret moaned, his eyes bulging in disbelief as the horny woman actually 
bent his rigid penis down, then back, pulling it out so that the gleaming 
head and shaft protruded obscenely from between his upturned buttocks. 

"BABY, BABY, BABY!" she mumbled, turning her backside to his, carefully 
moving backward until she brought the wet head of his penis against the 
wetly parted lips of her vagina. She started moving her bottom at once, 
squirming back onto the already slick and gooey knob, forcing it to nose 
into her cunt, then rolling the bloated bulb around incitefully in her hot 
and sticky pocket. 

"OOOHHHH!" Bret cried, burying his face in Ginger's tits. 

Ruth rotated her bottom until she was ready to scream, until her own 
slippery juice drooled from her cunt, drooled down the length of his upside 
down cock. Then she squirmed back, forcing the immense, domed tip of his 
cock to push into the mouth of her pussy. She whimpered from the awful pain 
of the stretching, getting a tiny taste of what Ginger had endured, then his 
bulb popped into her channel and her pussylips wetly enclosed his flaring 
rim. 

Bret wanted to thrust back into her hot cunt, but didn't dare. He wasn't 
sure that a too vigorous lunge on his part wouldn't snap his cock in two. 

The tour guide rolled her bottom in a wide circle, making the mouth of her 
pussy swivel around his cockhead, making her clitoris rub lasciviously over 
his smooth, wet skin, reveling in the waves of delight that lewd pressure 
gave her. 

Bret just knelt there, his bottom raised high in the air, unable to do 
anything but moan into Ginger's breasts. The girl slowly came out of her 
post-orgasmic stupor and pushed out from under him, sitting up so that her 
semen soaked loins were directly under his nose. She peered around his hip 
at Ruth's upturned cunt, at the way it was smooching down over his obscenely 
twisted cock and let out a shrill wail. At once, as if responding to some 
subconscious cue, the redhead dropped to her back on the bed, reached out 
with both hands and gripped Bret's curly hair, then wrenched his face down 
into her sticky pussy, grinding her wetly parted slit over his feverish 
features. 

Ruth was oblivious to what was going on at the other end of her dreamboat. 
She was feeding her pussy cock. She could feel the taut walls being driven 
aside by the great rubbery head and the head's flaring rim was bumping over 
her clitoris, sending shock waves of delight coursing through her. She 
spitted herself mercilessly, thrusting back onto his cock, pausing only when 
she could feel the thick base ripping her pussy mouth wide apart, when she 
could feel his heavy scrotum prodding her buttocks. 

"OOOOOH!" she moaned, dragging her bottom forward, pulling his knob from the 
back of her cunt. 

The two pairs of buttocks came apart. Between them, a lurid bridge of 
gleaming, vein- marbled muscle stretched, spanning the gap. Ruth pushed back 
at once, sheathing her pussy down over his penis, rubbing her buttcheeks 
against his. 

Bret groaned into Ginger's pussy, but made no effort to lick it, even though 
she was gyrating wildly under him, smearing his own semen over his parted, 
panting lips. 

He wasn't the only one panting, either. Ruth was huffing and puffing, too, 
as she began to force the big cock in and out of her pussy. Each time she 
made the cock withdraw, it pulled her moisture-beaded, hair-fringed labia 
far from her body, making them smooch and pucker obscenely from her crotch. 
Each time she thrust it home, slippery juice welled up from her overstuffed 
slit, oozing down over her mound, dripping over her thighs. She worked him 
hard, jamming his meat in and out faster and faster as she felt her own 
impending climax rushing down upon her. 

Bret gasped into Ginger's labia. Ruth was bumping his balls over and over 
with her soft buttocks and her orgasmic pussy was squeezing his sturdy 
penis, milking the pleasure from it. He could no more keep from scooping up 
the redhead's spermy buttocks in his hands, no more keep from lapping at her 
sticky slit, than he could keep from pushing back into Ruth's lunges, from 
sheathing his aching penis in her hot, wet pussy. 

Suddenly, Ruth stiffened. An ecstatic tingle in her cock-filled pussy 
exploded into torrents of joy. She whinnied and began humping back into him 
wildly, smacking their buttocks together viciously. Then the bottom of the 
world dropped out from under her feet and she tumbled into the pit, sobbing 
her ecstasy as her pussy squeezed and mouthed his deep- thrusting cock. 

Bret gave up the ghost instantly. Gurgling into Ginger's semen dripping 
pussy, sucking it in a frenzy, he pushed back hard, forcing his cock into 
the hairs. Then the mighty rod twitched and jerked, sending spurt after 
spurt of teeming cum washing over her pussy walls. 

The whole room was caught up in the steam heat of the moment. All three of 
them were squirming, moaning, hunching out their joy as if their lives 
depended on it. It was almost as if they were trying to out-do each other, 
out last, out orgasm each other. They thrashed until their bodies were 
soaked with sweat, until the room reeked of plundered pussy and spent semen. 
Still they plunged madly on, unable, or unwilling to stop the lewd coupling, 
the obscene suck and slap of super-heated loins. 

Bret was feasting on Ginger's cunt. He had his nose, his cheeks, his mouth 
buried between her pink petals and his long tongue was darting deep into her 
belly, his hand guiding the wild humping thrusts of her hips by holding 
tight to her firm asscheeks. Behind them, Ruth's pussy flexed and squirmed 
about the boy's still- spurting cock, gobbling it, expelling it, blubbering 
around it as great quantities of semen oozed forth, smearing over their 
grinding buttocks. 

They probably could've kept up the frenzy for another ten or fifteen minutes 
and would have most certainly tried had they not had a most unwelcome 
interruption. 

The door to the motel room opened abruptly and Sara stepped inside without 
even realizing what she was walking into. 

"What's all the noise...?" she began to ask. She stopped in mid-sentence, in 
midstride, her mouth dropping open as she saw the lewdly intertwined trio on 
the bed, mouth to cunt, cock to pussy and sperm everywhere, over everything. 

"Gawd!" Sara shrilled at the top of her lungs. "Oh, my Gawd!!" 

The trio on the bed tumbled apart and each of them glared at the blonde 
intruder. 

"My Gawd!" Sara repeated, gawking from one nude body to the next. 

Ruth had had enough of Sara. "Let's get her!" she shouted. 

Before the blonde could back out the door, they were upon her. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"NO, PLEEEEASE! PLEEEEASE DON'T RAPE ME!!" Sara cried as she was dragged 
unceremoniously to the bed and forced down on her belly on it. 

"She wants it," Ginger said, knowingly. "She wants it bad." 

"Let's strip her!" Bret said, excitedly. His cock was already beginning to 
stiffen again, aroused by the prospect of breaking in another virgin. 

The three of them literally tore the clothes from Sara's back, holding her 
face pressed tight to the coverlet to muffle her screams. 

When she was naked, they ran their hands over her slim, smooth body, 
pinching, prodding, probing into its secret recesses and crevices. 

"MAN!" Bret gasped. "LOOK AT ALL THAT PUSSY FUR!" 

"NICE!" Ruth moaned, running her fingers over the soft, dense blonde hair. 

Sara jerked her head to the side and began to blubber, her face beet red, 
"DON'T TOUCH ME THERE! I DON'T LIKE IT! I DON'T!!" 

"She doesn't like it," Ruth said, gesturing for the other two to grip Sara's 
ankles. On her command, Bret and Ginger ripped her thighs wide apart. 

"OWW!" the blonde wailed, trying frantically to close her legs. It was 
useless. 

"Now, we'll see what she likes," Ruth said, fitting her thumbs to the girl's 
tight buttocks, splaying them wide, then lowering her face, pressing her 
mouth right up against the dense fur, the soft pink lips of her pussy. 

Sara's body flinched violently at the lewd contact and she began to sob 
brokenly as the tour guide commenced licking and sucking at her slit. 

"I think she likes it," Bret said, leering at Sara's blushing face. 

"I know she likes it," said Ginger. "Look at the way her ass is starting to 
move." 

It was true. Ruth could feel the girl already beginning to respond. She 
could feel the tight- lipped pussy start to smooch open, offering access to 
the hotter, slicker meat within and she could feel the faint squirming of 
her buttocks against her face as she continued to lap, to suck at her hotly 
steaming slit. 

"Gawd! You're ruining me!!" Sara bawled. 

"Huh-uhh, baby," Bret said, with relish, "we haven't even begun, yet." 

The warm, wet caresses of Ruth's tongue over the tender, parted folds of her 
pussy were driving Sara crazy. The more she tried to fight the 
awful-wonderful feelings of lust and perversity welling up within her, the 
more uncontrollable those sensations became. And, to make matters worse, she 
could feel her pussy opening up, yielding to the swirling, moist strokes of 
tongue. Her own body was betraying her! 

"Look at her screw!" Bret moaned, his cock now long and thick and jutting 
from his sperm-matted loins. 

"She likes it, all right," Ginger said. "There's only one thing in the world 
that she likes more." 

"What in the world is that?" the boy asked. 

"I'll show you," Ginger said, beaming at him. Without another word, she 
clambered up on the bed in front of the sobbing, moaning girl and took up 
the exact same position she had with Bret only moments earlier, her legs 
splayed apart, her pussy within easy reach of Sara's face. 

"UHHH!" Sara gasped as fingers caught hold of her hair, jerking her head up. 
She peered down into the semen-spattered chasm of Ginger's pink cunt and 
shuddered. "NO, NOT THAT. NOT THAT!" 

"EAT ME, BITCH!" Ginger snarled, jamming the girl's face down hard against 
her cunt, then proceeding to roll her hips, to rub her hot sexmeat over 
every inch of her face. 

Sara warbled in shame and humiliation and made choking, gagging sounds as 
the wet, pungently scented cunt rubbed lasciviously against her nose, her 
cheeks, her mouth, her chin, painting her whole face with its keen and funky 
juice. 

"GO, RUTHIE!!" Ginger cried. "TONGUE HER GOOD!" 

Ruth didn't need to be encouraged. She had worked the tip of her tongue into 
the girl's wet pussy and was sluicing it in and out, stuffing more and more 
tongue up into the tight passage until her lips were tight to her ovalled 
labia, until her nose was buried in the girl's pore. 

Sara was getting her face rubbed into pussy and face rubbed into her pussy. 
The double ended assault had a powerful and amazing effect on the girl. 

"OOOOH! SHE'S DOING IT!" Ginger cried. "SHE'S LICKING ME!" 

Bret leaned over close and swallowed hard. "Damn, if she isn't!" he 
exclaimed. "She's eating pussy like it was going out of style!" 

It was unbelievable, but true. Even as the slim little blonde sobbed and 
wailed miserably, she was hungrily lapping at the swollen petals of Ginger's 
pussy, shooting deep, searching stabs through the mouth of her cunt and into 
the seething, sperm-choked passage beyond. 

"OOH! OOH!!" the redhead howled, letting go of Sara's hair. She no longer 
had to force the girl to lick her. Sara was doing it all. 

Ginger hoisted her knees up, giving the girl access to every crevice, to 
every fold of her hot pussy. 

And as Sara succumbed to the delights of Ginger's tight pussy, her own 
narrow cunt gave in to the pleasures of Ruth's tongue. 

The raven-haired woman had to tightly grip the girl's buttocks as they began 
to squirm agitatedly, with growing fervor. She dug her fingers into the firm 
cheeks and bobbed her head, fucking her tongue in and out as fast as she 
could, sawing its mobile tip over the girl's hard little clitorial shaft. 

"MUUHHH!" Sara gasped into Ginger's pussy, her face twisting from side to 
side, her tongue sweeping madly over the inner folds and ridges as tingling 
joy burst over her much- licked loins. 

"SHE'S STARTING TO CUM!" Bret croaked, sliding his hands over her silky 
back, working his fingers in under her heaving rib- cage to pluck and 
squeeze at her firm little breasts, her stiff nipples. 

The sadistic pinching at her breasts was the last straw as far as Sara was 
concerned. She started orgasming at once, her body bouncing forward and 
back, forward so she could tongue and suck Ginger's sizzling cunt, back so 
she could grind her climaxing pussy against Ruth's hot face and tongue. 

"LOOK AT HER GO!" the boy cried, his fingers circling the neck of his penis 
and automatically beginning to pump in tune with the girl's frantic 
writhings. 

For Sara, it took a million years for her orgasm to end. Her belly kept 
rippling, her pussy sucking at the madly churning tongue that was lashing 
over the walls of her cunt, and the joy just kept on coming. 

Ruth prayed that the girl's convulsions would never stop. Each squeeze of 
her virginal cunt about her flipping tongue was more powerful, more 
delicious than the last. The black-haired woman wanted to keep on tongue 
fucking the sweet-tasting little cunt forever. 

Ginger was panting, snapping her ass, working herself up to orgasm number 
three. The flicking tip of Sara's tongue sent her right over the edge and 
she humped her ecstasy out against the girl's open mouth and swirling 
tongue. 

Bret was so turned on he didn't know what to do. He'd never seen so much hot 
and willing pussy in all his life. He didn't know where to stick that big, 
swollen cock of his first. 

Ruth had the answer for him. She raised her shining face from between Sara's 
buttcheeks and said, "FUCK HER NOW, BRET. NOW WHILE SHE'S NICE AND LOOSE." 

Sara heard what Ruth said. She jerked her face up from Ginger's wide-spread 
loins and looked back at the boy in terror. Her bloodshot eyes gazed in awe 
at the menacing, gleaming length of his rock hard erection. 

"NO!" she wailed. "I CAN'T TAKE THAT! IT'S TOO BIG! IT'LL KILL ME!!" 

"Kill you with pleasure, you mean," Ginger said. 

"Come on, do it, Bret!" Ruth said. "If she tightens up, you won't ever be 
able to get it in." 

Bret stroked his monstrous penis speculatively, looking from one wet pussy 
to the next. "What the hell," he said. "I might as well." 

"NOOOOO!" Sara bawled as she felt Ruth slip back from between her legs, as 
she felt the bed behind her sink under a much heavier weight. 

"Don't be afraid," Ginger said, soothingly. "Once he breaks you in, it will 
feel marvelous, honest." 

"I don't want him to!" the blonde protested. 

"She's saving it for marriage," Bret quipped, wedging his knees between her 
thighs, levering them wide apart, then reaching down and sliding his hands 
under her waist. He hoisted her up using main strength, forcing her to get 
into an elbow-knee position in front of him. 

Sara trembled under him, obviously shamed at the humiliating position he was 
making her assume. She was on all-fours like a bitch-in- heat. She tried to 
jump forward, to get away, but he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling 
her back hard against him. 

"YYEEEAAHHH!" she whimpered as she felt the massive, bulging rod of his 
penis slide between her upturned buttocks. It was searingly hot and horribly 
thick. 

"NICE!" the boy breathed, squirming his loins against the soft, smooth cheek 
of her ass, making his cock roll in the deep cleft. It was sticking straight 
up, poking out of the top of her cleavage like a lewd pink tree limb. 

Sara shrieked as she felt the broad, hard root of his cock rub incitingly 
against the mouth of her pussy, as she felt the hard, sperm-swollen sac of 
his testicles grind against her furry mound. 

"Maybe he shouldn't do it," Ruth said, in a moment of clarity. 

"What?!" Ginger gasped. 

Bret wasn't paying any attention to what the woman was saying. He was 
drawing back, gripping the stout neck of his cock, bending his penis down to 
a level with her pink pussy. 

"I mean, if she really doesn't want him," Ruth went on, "well, he'll be 
raping her. I don't think I could live with that. I wouldn't want to be a 
party to anything like that." 

"Don't be silly," Ginger said. "She wants it. Just look at her." 

Ruth did that. The blonde girl was pressing her breasts down into the 
coverlet, tipping her ass up high, but the look on her face was pure horror. 

"She doesn't look very enthusiastic to me," Ruth said. 

"You just wait and see," Ginger told her. "Give it a minute or two." 

Bret put his thumb and index finger to the petals of Sara's pussy, splaying 
them wide apart, opening up the dewy mouth of her cunt. Then, with the 
fingers of his other hand, he guided the rigid head of his blood-heated 
penis forward, making the bright red bulb nose in between the 
moisture-beaded, hair-rimmed folds. 

Sara stiffened under him as she felt the massive face of his cock prodding 
into her virginal pussy. She shook her head violently. "NOOO! NOOOO, 
PLEEEEASE!!!" she sobbed. 

Ruth eyed the trembling girl with concern. The head of Bret's cock was so 
big that it dwarfed her entire mound. It looked big enough to split her from 
her anus to belly button. 

"Maybe we should make him stop," she suggested. "He could always fuck us 
again instead." 

But then Bret was lunging, spearing his huge knobby bulb between her wet 
labia, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he drove forward 
relentlessly. 

Sara buried her face in the coverlet and wailed, her whole bottom lifting up 
in the air from the power of the boy's thrust. Her bottom lifted, but his 
penis did not enter her. 

"He's too big," Ruth said, her concern growing by the second. "He could 
really hurt her bad." 

Bret reared back and lunged again, his face darkening from the strain as he 
fought to break Sara's virginal pussy wide open. 

Again, Sara squealed, again, she was knocked up in the air, but the huge rod 
remained on the outside of her body. 

"DO IT HARDER!" Ginger cried. 

"No, I don't think that... " Ruth began. 

Bret surged forward again, this time with every ounce of his strength. The 
head of his penis bored into her tightly clenched aperture with such force 
that it broke the tiny muscle ring's power. 

Sara bleated shrilly, arching her head up, wincing, as the broad head of his 
cock popped up into her cunt, followed by a good two inches of 
hard-throbbing shaft. 

"HE DID IT! HE DID IT!!" the redhead shouted in delight, actually clapping 
her hands together in glee. 

"She's so tight it feels like her cunt's skinning my cock!" Bret hissed 
through clenched teeth, his face a dark, dangerous purple. 

Ruth glanced from Bret to Sara. The blonde girl's eyes were bulging out of 
their sockets and her mouth lolled open. Her hands clawed pathetically at 
the coverlet, as if trying to pull herself forward, to pull the monstrous 
erection from her pussy. 

"TAKE IT OUT!" Ruth said. "I MEAN IT, BRET!" 

Ginger moved between the boy and the tour guide. "You can't do that!" the 
redhead said defiantly. 

"She doesn't want him to do it to her!" Ruth protested. "He's got to stop. 
We've got to make him stop!!" 

Ginger smirked at her. "She doesn't like it, huh?" she said. "It's killing 
her, huh?" 

"Just look at her!" Ruth said. "Can't you see?!" 

Ginger didn't answer. She quickly moved over closer to the lewdly joined 
couple and took hold of the bottom half of Bret's penis. She pulled back on 
it, dragging it out of Sara's pussy until the thick rim was visible just 
outside her widely splayed pussylips. 

"DON'T MOVE!" she warned Bret. "DON'T MOVE A MUSCLE!" 

Ruth stared at the thick length of the boy's penis. The first third of it 
was drenched with shining juice; the remainder was bone dry. She really 
didn't know what Ginger was trying to prove and it made her angry to think 
that the two teenagers were playing with the blonde girl's body like it was 
a toy. 

Then, Ginger moved back over beside Ruth, a smug smile on her face. 

"Now what?" Ruth asked, impatiently. 

"Watch," the redhead said. "Just watch. It won't take long, not if I know 
Sara." 

The blonde girl held her face buried in the bedspread and had clutched up 
big wads of it to pull around her eyes. Though the intense pressure was no 
longer pushing out in all directions in her belly, her thighs still quivered 
something terrible. 

"Nothing's happening," Ruth protested. 

"It will, it will," Ginger assured her. 

Sara slowly lifted her face from the bed. No longer was it contorted by 
agony and shame. It was absolutely radiant. She raised her head up and up, 
arching her neck back, tipping her face to the ceiling. 

"I don't under... " Ruth began. 

Then, Sara thrust herself backwards, hopping back with no concern for her 
own safety, driving the wet knob of Bret's cock even deeper into her pussy 
than before. As the hurtful erection skewered her, she let out a shrill cry 
of delight. 

Ruth could only gawk as the blonde went totally wild under the boy, hunching 
forward and back, working the big penis in and out of her tight pussy, 
making it nose deeper and deeper on each successive thrust until she held 
every straining inch of him buried in her soft, tender belly. 

The transformation from unwilling to willing had been so abrupt that it 
staggered Ruth. Even as she watched the lithe little blonde hump and fuck, 
sluicing the long rod in and out, in and out of her pearly pink cunt, the 
dainty petals clinging wetly to the sides of his friction-reddened shaft, 
smooching in and out with the lunges like the lips of a chimp about a greasy 
red banana. 

"But how? Why?" Ruth asked the leering Ginger. 

"Why not?" Ginger said. 

Ruth shook her head, listening to the unbroken rasp of the young couple's 
breathing, the moist, squishy sound of cock filling and emptying a very wet, 
very hot cunt, watching the unbridled lust flicker over Sara's blushing 
face. It was something that she couldn't comprehend, but something she had 
to comprehend. 

"Why? How?" she asked Ginger again. 

The redhead frowned, then said, "I thought you were supposed to be the 
adult? You're supposed to understand all the kind of stuff." 

"I don't, thought," she admitted. Ginger was making her feel very old and 
very square. "I don't understand it at all and I want to. What made Sara 
change like that? One minute she was terrified and now she's going wild." 

Ginger grinned as the blonde girl let out a piercing shriek and hurled 
herself back onto Bret's penis. The boy jerked his eyes to the redhead's, 
his expression pleading, begging. Ginger nodded to him, smiling fiercely. 

At the signal, Bret started fucking the living daylights out of Sara who had 
already started to cum. He worked his thick penis and out of her pussy so 
fast that it turned into a diving red blur between her blubbering pussylips. 

"YEEEEEE!!!" the blonde cried, every ounce of flesh on her body jiggling, 
thighs, belly, breasts, buttocks, as the boy rammed hard against her 
upturned bottom, sheathing his pulsing staff over and over, like a machine, 
a fucking machine gone berserk. 

Bret let out a short grunt and his eyes rolled up in their sockets. Then, 
his gleaming, pistoning cock shot boiling seed up into Sara's quaking belly. 

She screamed at the first volley, screamed at the second, but before the 
third could follow, she jumped forward, unsheathing his cock from her 
still-cumming cunt. Whimpering like a kicked pup, she whirled about on the 
bed and crawled in under his chest, thrusting her face towards his spurting 
penis, catching a hot spray across the cheek before she caught the slippery 
head between her lips. 

Ruth watched spellbound as the formerly uptight girl gripped the wet shaft 
of his orgasming cock and began fast-pumping it, making him squirt and 
squirt into her throat, watching her adam's apple bob madly as she gulped 
down every teeming, creamy drop. 

Bret, for his part, just hunkered there like some kind of stud bull, letting 
her drink him dry. 

When she was finally done, she slumped face down on the bed, then rolled to 
her side, facing the girls. All around her lovely lips there was a ring of 
sticky white cum. 

"I just don't believe it," Ruth said. "She's like a different person." 

"Aren't we all?" Ginger said. 

Ruth gave her a puzzled look. 

"You're different, I'm different, she's different," Ginger said. "Even 
Bret's different." 

"You mean because he took your virginities?" 

Ginger rolled up her eyes in exasperation. "No, Ruthie," she said, 
impatiently. "Not because of that. That was a result, not a cause. Think 
about it." 

When the tour guide still looked perplexed, the redhead took a deep breath 
and said, "All right, I'll spell it out for you. You always wanted to screw 
around with young guys, but you were too scared to really indulge yourself. 
It was only after I caught you playing with yourself that you decided you 
had nothing to lose and started doing things right. All you needed was a 
push in the right direction. It didn't matter one bit whether or not your 
job was really threatened. You just had to think it was before you'd act the 
way your heart told you." 

Ruth glanced over at Sara. 

"Sara was the same way," Ginger said. "She just needed to think that she had 
no choice, then she could let herself enjoy. Me, I got my push from you, 
remember?" 

"I guess you're right," Ruth said, nodding. 

"Of course, I'm right," the girl said. Then she leaned forward and scooped 
up Ruth's right breast, lifting the heavy globe to her lips, popping the 
soft nipple into her mouth. She worked her tongue round and round the peak, 
making it stiffen and crinkle up into a long, pink stub. 

Ruth moaned as the girl bit her nipple, as the tickles of pleasure surged 
down beneath her legs. 

"Now, that you understand everything," Ginger said, beaming at her, "are you 
going to lick my pussy this minute... or am I going to have to scream?" 

"Don't scream," Ruth said, gently pushing the girl down on the bed. 


THE END
