New Girl In The Band
by Rita James


CHAPTER ONE 

Doreen Barton was an extremely impatient young lady. At the age of 
twenty-one, the lovely natural blonde had decided she'd had enough of the 
music conservatory where she had been studying serious music. She was not a 
concert person, and received no enjoyment from playing classical music. 
Doreen liked contemporary music, with a little jazz, rock, and country 
thrown in for good measure. 

So she left the conservatory against the wishes of her parents and became 
part of a new band that was made up of other members of the conservatory 
who, themselves were not into "serious music." The other members of the 
orchestra had already gotten together and formed the group. The Pete Pecan 
Orchestra, and found themselves shy one piano player. When Doreen 
volunteered, the eleven other men were more than delighted to have her join 
the group. Their eyes lit up when they heard Pete Pecan, the leader, say, 
"Fine, Doreen. We can sure use a good piano player like you. The only thing 
is, you can't expect any special privileges." 

"Privileges?" she asked curiously as the eyes of all the members wandered 
over her shapely form. 

She had, very appealing breasts that thrust out very prominently, especially 
when she wore the red sweater that was at least one size too small. Though 
she wore a firm bra, harnessing her breasts, when she breathed they still 
wobbled because of their size. She had very large nipples, and even soft, 
they pressed firmly into the cups of her brassiere, and in turn into her 
sweater, standing out very prominently. Doreen, being behind her breasts and 
not in front of them, never really noticed the impression her nipples made 
in her sweater. Even when she looked in a mirror she never paid much 
attention to them. She had a narrow waist and very large, flaring hips. Her 
round buttocks would one day turn to fat if she didn't exercise, but at the 
moment her shapely buttocks shook strictly with firmness and muscle. The 
tight grey skirt she wore accented the shape of her asscheeks, and any man 
looking at her from behind would have been willing to swear he was able to 
see the division between her rear cheeks. 

Coming or going, she jiggled. Either way, men loved looking at her, and 
almost every member of the orchestra, including Pete Pecan, who didn't ache 
to get his hands on her. 

"Unless the places where we play have separate facilities for men and women, 
you're going to have to use the same bathrooms we use, change in the same 
dressing rooms, and because you're the most recent addition to the band, 
you'll have to do some fetching and carrying." 

"Sounds just fine by me," Doreen nodded. 

"Just so there's no misunderstanding," Pete said, stroking his thin, 
carefully trimmed mustache. 

Pete was about five-feet ten inches tall, with dark black hair and olive 
skin. He had deliberately grown the mustache to make himself look older and 
more mature. It certainly didn't distract from his handsome face with its 
short, straight nose and glistening eyes. He had a granite jaw and a body to 
match. He and the men all wore casual short-sleeved white shirts and black 
slacks. It was the Pete Pecan image. Doreen would have to get herself some 
short-sleeved, white sweaters, the same size as the red one she was 
presently wearing, and she would have to get some black skirts. 

As the piano player, Doreen was the only member of the orchestra who didn't 
have to carry her instrument. This was another excuse to use her to get the 
coffee and Danish or to go ahead and check out the room where they would be 
playing while the rest of the members of the orchestra settled into their 
rooms. 

The first bus ride on the large bus they had chartered, taking them through 
upstate New Jersey, to all the little nightspots, wasn't uncomfortable, and 
Doreen, like all the others, slept well on the bus ride back, but when they 
reached Hoboken and were going to play their first weekend stand, Doreen 
discovered that Pete Pecan had booked six rooms at a nearby motel. Six room, 
twelve people, that meant two people to a room, except that Doreen was a 
female. 

"Now look," she said to Pete after she had discovered what he had done. "I 
may not get special privileges, but as a woman I'm certainly entitled to a 
little privacy, aren't I?" 

"We'll talk about it after we play the gig," Pete told her, and that night 
they played at the Chez La Femme, a second-rate nightspot until three in the 
morning. 

"All right," Doreen said to him as they were heading to the motel. "Let's 
talk about me." 

"Yeah," Pete nodded. "Let's talk about you. You'll get your privacy, just as 
I said, but no special privileges. You share a room just like everyone else. 
I'll do you a favor and let you share my room." 

"Just what does that entail?" Doreen asked, wrinkling her nose. 

"Smarten up," Pete told her. "I told you this wasn't going to be a bed of 
roses. Right now you're getting a full share of the proceeds just like the 
rest of us, even though you're new to the orchestra. I think that entitles 
ME to some special privileges." 

"Hey now, wait a minute... " 

"No, you wait a minute," he snapped back. "Think about it, honey. No other 
orchestra is going to take you on. If we leave you here, you'll be stranded 
and broke, and you won't have anyone to turn to. Hell, baby, there's nothing 
sacred about your body, and if you use it the right way, we can both of us 
have a ball." 

"I'm not in any shape for anything at the moment," she told him. "It's my 
time of the month." 

"I can wait," Pete told her. "In the meantime, we share the room and I won't 
touch you. You think about what I told you, honey. No matter how good you 
are, unless you find some all-girl's orchestra, you aren't going to get a 
job anywhere else. Right now we're playing the broken-down joints, but in a 
little while, when we're better known, we'll be playing the best nightclubs, 
making really good money. All you have to do to earn that money, aside from 
playing the piano, is to play the organ-the sex organ. Got my meaning?" 

"Sure," she nodded, silently clenching her teeth and wanting to kill the 
man. 

Still, what he said was factual. There really wasn't any other place where 
she might get a job playing the piano, unless she wanted to work in some 
broken-down dive where men would be pawing her all night long. She sure as 
hell didn't want to go back to the conservatory, nor did she want to become 
part of some kind of Carnegie Hall orchestra. 

"You go on to the room," she told Pete. "I'll be there in a little while." 

"Hey, I told you, if you're 'unwell' we don't, have to do anything tonight," 
he said to her. 

"Thanks," she nodded, walking away from him and heading to the nearest 
drugstore. There, she bought contraceptive pills and, following the 
instructions, popped the first one into her mouth since it was the fifth 
night of her cycle. Now at least she didn't have to worry about becoming 
pregnant. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Sleeping with Pete Pecan that first night posed no physical problems for 
Doreen, but she felt embarrassed about sleeping in her shorty pajamas while 
he slept in his underwear. He snored, which made things difficult, and he 
talked in his sleep, mostly a lot of garbled nonsense she made neither head 
nor tail of. 

The following day she awoke before him and took a long time in the bathroom, 
in a hot tub, washing herself out. Being a virgin, she had no desire to poke 
douche bones into her body. She had brought her clothing along with her into 
the bathroom. So was fully dressed when she emerged. Not that it mattered 
that particular morning since Pete Pecan was asleep. 

The day was a drag, nevertheless she managed to entertain herself, going to 
a movie and doing window shopping. She was back for rehearsal by 
six-o'clock, and at seven-thirty they all had supper. By nine they were 
playing their second night at the dive, and afterward, they were all back on 
the bus again, heading for Saddle River. 

Doreen didn't bother to enlighten Pete about the fact that her period was 
over, and so for that night and the four that followed, he left her alone. 
It was the Friday night, where they had a weekend layover in Paramus, that 
Pete walked up to her after they had finished playing and said, "Look, 
cutie, you and I both know your off the rag. So tonight's the night. Don't 
get any cute ideas about backing out." 

It was a three night layover, because the place where they were playing did 
a thriving Sunday night business, as well, and Doreen knew her time of 
innocence had come to an end. She had no choice, because with each passing 
day, she and many of the orchestra members had become closer and closer as 
friends, and they were as close to Doreen as any possible family at the 
moment. The Pete Pecan Orchestra was all she had and she didn't want to lose 
it. Nevertheless, she knew she wasn't going to simply lie there and let Pete 
simply "do it to her." Her upbringing was such she knew she was going to 
offer some kind of resistance no matter how much she agreed, VERBALLY. 

What made it even harder for Doreen were the eyes of the other ten members 
of the orchestra, looking at her as she and Pete headed through the motel 
lobby toward their room that fateful night. 

It was as if they knew what was going to happen. Doreen didn't look back, 
and had no way of knowing just what was going on in the minds of the other 
ten men. The motel room was like a dozen others. There were two double beds, 
two washbasins in the far corner of the room outside the bathroom, a couch, 
and two chairs near the drape-covered window near the door. Doreen was so 
worried about what Pete had planned for her, she didn't notice colors. 

She sat in one of the chairs while Pete went and took a long shower, and 
when he emerged from the bathroom wearing his robe, he motioned that it was 
her turn. Going inside carrying her own robe, she undressed, took a long, 
long shower, and after drying off, put the robe on, hoping that somehow Pete 
might be asleep when she emerged. It was a forlorn hope. 

CHAPTER THREE 

The orchestra leader, his hair slicked back, his mustache neatly trimmed, 
was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette when she came out. Seeing her, 
he exhaled and stubbed the cigarette out, and as she approached, he raised a 
hand, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her down to the couch. His mouth 
covered hers, letting her taste the cigarette smoke, and his hand wasted no 
time searching for and finding a full, rounded breast through the flimsy 
material of her bathrobe. 

Oh Lord! Somehow Doreen knew she wasn't going to be able to stand it. How 
was she going to let this terrible man make love to her? Of all the members 
of the orchestra, she had come to like Pete least of all, perhaps because he 
had openly stated his intentions. She was already quivering, afraid. 

Momentarily she began struggling automatically, doing her level best to keep 
his pillaging tongue from inside her mouth, while she fought to stop his 
rapacious hands from wandering all over the fullness of her body. She 
trembled, realizing somehow this was all futile. She had made an agreement 
with this terrible man, and she knew she was going to have to keep it. 

I'm doing this for my future, she thought to herself. This is the one thing 
I have to remember at all times. One day, if the orchestra does well enough, 
and members break away to form their own little bands and orchestras, I'll 
break away too. If I just think about that, maybe I'll be able to block the 
thought of what he's doing to me from my mind. God help me! 

She groaned, but it was not a groan of lust or sexual passion. The moaning 
sound seemed to come from the very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled 
to him that she was defeated, but Pete Pecan, hearing the groan, didn't 
interpret it that way. He thought she was groaning with desire for him. 
Having had his share of women, and knowing he was good when it came to 
fucking-Pete never made love. He fucked-he was determined to show the woman 
a good time, certain of his abilities. 

"Take it easy, Doreen-honey," he whispered. "There's plenty of time, plenty 
of time." 

His voice was croakingly hoarse with lust as he shoved her back on the couch 
and began kissing her long neck, his tongue lightly licking her throat, 
moving up and poking into her ear, the tip running around the edges. This 
was the first time any man had mouthed her so intimately, and Doreen began 
shivering. 

In her youth, Doreen had been too busy in school to go out with boys. 
Besides, her parents were so strict, it soon got around each of the various 
schools she attended that she was no fun and she should be avoided. When she 
went to the conservatory she was so busy, she didn't have time for men. Not 
that she was totally ignorant about what went on between men and women. Her 
roommate at the conservatory was a girl who had found time for both, men and 
music. More than once the roommate had brought a man into the room. Doreen 
had pretended to be asleep in her bed while watching the roommate go at it 
with the man in the next bed. But she, herself, had never had anything to do 
with men, until now. 

"You're one helluva delectable little blonde," Pete told her, as she lay 
stretched full length on the sofa, her thighs clamped, dreading the moment 
when he would touch her between them. 

His hand was roaming over the flatness of her belly, across her robe, moving 
lower to the bottom of the robe. Then his fingers were under the hem, 
touching the warm flesh of her white thigh, parting the robe as his arm 
moved up, exposing her completely to his lustful gaze as his hand touched 
the softness of her silken pelvic hairs. He grinned at her and slid a finger 
smoothly down, inserting it into the crease at the top of her quivering 
vaginal slit. The finger slowly moved lower, seeking, finally finding the 
small, button of her tender clitoris, rubbing it to arouse the sexuality in 
her. 

Doreen cringed with each little pressure, her mind wrestling desperately 
with the principles and value judgments she had been taught, trying to 
rationalize just why she was doing this. 

"Please... please... Pete... don't do this... don't... " she begged, feeling 
his strong fingers force her tender thighs farther apart, his probing middle 
finger massaging her cuntlips. 

"Stop the bullshit!" Pete insisted. "You're gonna get fucked and that's all 
there is to it." 

"No, oh no!" she gasped, clamping her legs tightly around the finger he had 
inserted in her slit. 

"Open those legs, gorgeous," he told her. "I don't wanna have to get rough 
with you, but I'm not stopping now." 

"Pete, I can't... I just can't... " she insisted. 

"You either open those legs or you can use 'em to start walking." 

"Maybe I'd better start walking. Sometimes a girl's very best friend can be 
her legs." 

"Yeah, well even the best of friends MUST part." 

His finger applied more pressure into her soggy slit, and she unwillingly 
relaxed the muscles of her thighs, allowing the marble-white, curving 
columns to splay out a little, revealing the pretty pink gash glistening 
wetly there, a golden ring of sparse hair lining the soft femininity where 
the petals of her cuntlips protruded slightly. Like a tiny nether tongue 
peeping out, her clitoris emerged from its protective canopy of flesh. 

Then Pete began in earnest. 

His finger traced the thin, pink furrow of her softly naked vagina, and she 
began squirming and shivering with abhorrence at the lewdness of his tracing 
finger. There was a moment of almost masochistic enjoyment, of prurient, 
delicious agitation, a feeling she was unable to explain, and it came when 
Pete insinuated his finger deeper and deeper into her warm, tremulously wet 
vagina. 

In her total helplessness, something was starting to happen to Doreen, 
something she was completely incapable of explaining to herself. The 
spreading warmth in her belly, the tingling awareness and the heightened 
sensations seemed to center where his probing finger delved. She was 
starting to feel pleasure-forbidden pleasure. 

Doreen moaned in an agony of emotional conflict, not recognizing the sensual 
desire she was beginning to feel, her nerve-endings alive with a sizzling 
electric shock, her loins automatically surging up and down, responding to 
him, not wanting to, but doing so, anyway. 

The blonde wondered why he didn't simply throw himself on her and JUST DO 
IT. 

She wriggled her buttocks against the couch's soft cushions as she sought to 
escape his worming finger, her moan already beginning to change to a 
helpless whimper as his fingers taunted the tight, sensitive portal, gently 
digging into it again and again, finally parting to softly curling pubic 
hair, all at once making sudden electrifying contact with the tiny, pulsing 
head of her erect clitoris. She felt moisture continually seeping from her 
as forbidden sexual excitation now filled her entire being. She found 
herself clenching her teeth to hold back her groan of pleasure. She would 
not succumb to the salacious sensations building inside her tormented body. 

She had to fight back. She simply mustn't allow this terrible man to force 
himself on her and violate her inner being. What kind of craziness had been 
going through her mind, telling herself she had to give in just to keep a 
job. Forcefully she pushed her hands against his chest, trying to shove him 
away from her. 

"No! Stop it! Damn you! I won't!" she snapped. "Get off me!" 

Pete merely smiled and clamped her two wrists together in his left hand, 
holding them above her head as he pinned her to the sofa with his body. 

"You little BITCH!" he snapped at her, forcing a hip and leg between her 
thighs while the finger of his other hand went on plundering the moist 
openness of her helplessly sucking vagina. "You are going to get fucked, 
baby, but no one'll ever say you were raped, because when I'm through with 
you, you'll be climbing the walls, begging me for it. So relax and 
cooperate." 

"Never!" she gasped. "I'll NEVER beg you for it." 

"We'll see," he laughed in her face. 

Slowly Doreen stopped her struggling and let her body relax into the soft 
couch, the mad horror of her helpless and defenseless situation sinking into 
her frantic brain. She was trapped. All she was able to do was lie there and 
let the man have his way with her. He was going to use her, and he claimed 
he was going to make her love being used. 

Tears of humiliation streaked down her cheeks, revulsion for her own 
reactions to his fingers, catching in her throat as she discovered the 
tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers on her cunt. It elicited 
uncontrollable responses in the aroused wetness of the feminine slit between 
her luscious thighs. 

His voice was loud and raspy in her ear, his breath hot against her as he 
said, "Starting to feel good, isn't it." 

She tossed her head to the side, trying desperately to twist her face away 
from him, but words of disgust caught in her throat and she was unable to 
speak, the sensual shock of his maddening fingers massaging her quivering 
clitoris, causing her to work her wriggling buttocks deeper into the soft 
sofa cushions to escape the frenzied, nerve-shocking sensations already 
coursing through her softly vibrating vagina. 

"UNH! GOD! OH NO!" she whimpered, and all the while he continued his 
manipulation of her velvety soft hot cunt. 

Pete moved his slender, hardened, masculine body above hers, freeing her 
wrists so he was able to grip her long, fluffy blonde hair. He lifted her 
head and kissed her mouth wetly, his tongue sliding between her lips as his 
finger continued massaging her naked vagina. 

"We're gonna take our robes off now, honey," he whispered softly to her. 

She knew she was going to let him remove her robe. Her body was aroused, 
unbelievably aroused, and there was nothing she was able to do to fight the 
feeling. 

He lifted her body from the sofa and peeled the robe from her shoulders, 
then pulled it out from under her and threw it to the side. Pete was gasping 
as his talon-like fingers enclosed her warm, vibrant flesh, heatedly 
kneading and squeezing the sensitive nipples between his thumbs and 
forefingers. Finally he lowered his mouth, taking one of the hardened pink 
buds between his lips, slurping all over the areola, as well. He sucked 
maddeningly, then transferred his mouth to the other breast, paying it 
similar homage. His long, wet tongue trailed through the narrowness that 
separated the two mammalian monuments. Doreen's stomach muscles tightened as 
he slowly began slithering down the length of her shuddering body, his 
tongue licking into the cup of her navel, teasing it while his hands kept up 
a brutal kneading of her aching breasts. 

Doreen wriggled, feeling his hands leave her breasts, moving along her 
slender ribcage and the outsides of her thighs to her knees, then back up 
the insides of her warm thighs, forcing them farther apart, exposing her 
delicious pinkness to him completely, his breath rasping in his throat as 
his fingers teased her virginal labia. 

Doreen kept her eyes tightly closed as he got to his feet and hurriedly took 
off his own robe. She hadn't the courage to look. 

"You'll have to face the orchestra leader's baton sooner or later, honey, so 
you might as well open up those eyes of yours," he insisted. 

Slowly, reluctantly, she opened her eyes, and gasped aloud. He was back on 
the couch, nakedly kneeling between her thighs, his handsome face twisting 
into a distorted grin. Involuntarily her eyes swept along the length of his 
hardened body to his thick, stiffened penis standing out obscenely below. 
Her eyes widened, unable to believe what she was looking at. Though Pete was 
a strong, rugged man, at five-feet-ten-inches in height he wasn't really 
considered tall. But the penis he sported looked long enough and thick 
enough to be attached to an eight-foot giant. She watched his hand caressing 
his thick rod, stroking it back and forth, the foreskin slipping easily over 
the blood-bloated corona with each stroke. It was much larger than anything 
she had seen attached to the boys her roommate had brought back to the 
conservatory dorm. 

"Big, huh?" Pete chuckled with pride. 

Doreen continued staring at him, feeling degradation at the sight of her own 
naked body spread shamelessly before him. She felt so utterly helpless 
facing what she believed was a madman. 

He had to be a madman. Only a madman would enjoy debauching a woman as 
brutally as he was handling her. There was a cruel gleam from his whitely 
shining teeth as he looked down at her, realizing he had her in a helpless 
position. 

This was the FIRST time in Pete Pecan's forty-two years that he actually had 
to put a woman into this sort of position. All the other women he had known 
had all fallen prey to his good looks. Though he was forty-two, he looked at 
least ten years younger. He was trying to make up for lost time, now. 

Pete had married at an early age, seventeen, and his wife had given him a 
son less than a year later. Then she had gone and run off with some kind of 
salesman, leaving him to raise the boy, Andy. So Pete raised him, and when 
the boy attended the music conservatory, Pete had gone along with him, and 
it was there he had gotten the idea to start his own orchestra. 

He and Andy had gotten some of the best musical talent there together, and 
they had quietly sneaked off some nights to play at a local nightclub to 
earn a little extra money, and it was decided they would make more money as 
a pop orchestra than doing anything classical. So the Pete Pecan Orchestra 
had been born. 

Doreen had been one of the few really beautiful women at the conservatory, 
and Pete had wanted to make time with her. But she was so busy studying, she 
had no time for him or any other man. Well he was going to make it all up 
tonight, with a vengeance. He was going to fuck this beautiful blonde silly 
and show her all the glories she had been missing. 

Doreen was afraid. This man who was supposed to be looking out for her was 
taking advantage of her. There was wild hunger in his glittering eyes as she 
watched the misery to which he was subjecting her make him chuckle. She 
wondered if he was a sadist. 

Her eyes fixed themselves on the lust-bloated cock gripped in his hand. The 
sheer size terrorized her. It would rip her to shreds She was certain she 
would never be able to withstand such a hammer pounding into her body. 

"Like it?" Pete asked, unaware she had never seen a penis this closely 
before. "Wait'll we fit this into that tight little cunt of yours," he 
continued, tormenting her even more. "You'll really know you've been 
FUCKED." 

Again tears welled up in her round eyes as she realized he was so bent on 
his own pleasure he would never show her any mercy. The sex-crazed maniac 
was going to ravish her helpless body. Now she began to understand what it 
was like to be alone. She was totally at the man's mercy. 

Leaning forward, Pete suddenly dropped the full weight of his body on her, 
momentarily knocking the breath from her lungs as the long, solid shaft of 
his throbbing cock pulsating against the tender softness of her squirming 
belly. His brazenly searching hands once again began squeezing her breasts 
while his mouth avidly sought hers. She lay there, horrified. 

After some long moments passed, Pete raised his head, exclaiming "WOW! You 
really taste good, but you aren't reacting. Believe me, before I'm through 
with you, you'll be flipping like a pancake." 

She didn't understand why he insisted she would love it, and then she 
realized he had once again slid down until his head was mere inches above 
the juncture of her thighs, and the realization of what he was going to do 
made her open her eyes wide with horror. 

There, between her long legs, still kneeling, his hands pressing apart the 
soft, warm pillars of her slender alabaster thighs, Pete Pecan gazed down 
hungrily at the thin pink furrow of her delectable womanhood. She stared, 
petrified as his hands moved up and his thumbs placed themselves against the 
soft, trembling lips of her vagina, parting the soft curls of pubic hair, 
then drawing the inner lips apart, exposing her innermost passageway to his 
hungrily licentious stare. 

Doreen was aware of the heat of his breath on her sensitive coral flesh, and 
she moaned aloud in agonized shame as, still watching, she saw his head drop 
between her loins, feeling the moist length of his tongue slide snake-like 
into her defenselessly quivering vagina. 

Tremulously her shuddering body responded, twitching with convulsive 
determination, wanting to escape this unnatural outrage being perpetrated 
against her defenseless feminine orifice. Her hips ground up and down, 
pushing back into the cushions as a morass of revulsion welled up inside her 
while his licking oral member continued furiously moving in and out of her. 

She was groaning, thinking of him as a perverted beast. This was so 
humiliating, so debasing, why did it have to happen to her? 

"Oh Pete!" she gasped, "this is DISGUSTING!" 

Then she felt the shamelessly wanton, forbidden pleasure starting to course 
through her entire body. and she knew it was because of what his tongue was 
doing in her moist vaginal furrow. 

Doreen began inwardly fighting with desperation to keep from acknowledging 
the wildly sensual twinges of sexual wantonness starting to race through her 
own shuddering loins, subverting her physical being to this horrible man's 
will. She realized her physical self was betraying her mind. Her own body 
had turned against her. 

Suddenly she saw his eyes staring at her face above the golden fluff on her 
loins, staring through the twin peaks of her lovely breasts, watching as his 
mouth and tongue continued laboring at the wide-spread slit between her 
thighs with wetly obscene sucking sounds, and somehow she knew he was 
waiting for her to surrender by actually begging him to deliver the 
coup-de-grace; his penis into her vagina. The feelings were driving her 
wilder and wilder, but Doreen was determined to keep some semblance of 
control. She would not surrender herself to this vileness. 

Pete's wide eyes remained fixed on the loveliness of her contorted face, his 
tongue still thrusting unceasingly into her searingly flaming vagina. He 
watched with ruthless satisfaction as she continued to fight a losing battle 
with herself. 

He pursed his lips around the erectly pulsing shaft of the miniature phallus 
that was her clitoris. He listened with delight as she whimpered in agony; 
an agony of pleasure. He gripped the tiny trembling bud between his teeth 
and held it firmly, running his tongue around and around it, finally coming 
to the sensitive member where he laved and massaged it with his oral organ. 
Soon he felt the involuntary jerk of her womanly loins as they ground toward 
him in uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint to his probing tongue. The 
blonde's head began wildly flailing from side to side, the inner sensations 
so thrillingly intense she was unable to control the mewling whimpers of 
pleasure coming from the depths of her shuddering chest. He reached under 
her and drew her legs up, draping them over his shoulders as his hands 
shoved themselves under the quivering mounds of her shapely ass, pulling 
them cruelly up against him. 

Doreen's sighs of involuntary delight filled the small room as he continued 
shoving his agile length of probing tongue deep into the searingly wet and 
shuddering depths of her wildly clasping vagina. Abruptly, her hands reached 
out and her fingers entangled themselves in his slicked-down hair, pulling 
his face tightly into her steaming crotch. She had lost the desperate battle 
with herself. 

Doreen was his, absolutely his. She belonged to Pete Pecan for the moment. 
He was the absolute master and she was his to do with as he pleased. She was 
lost beyond recall. 

Pete realized she was surrendering herself to him. His patience in not 
simply fucking into her had been well worth it. Jesus! He had plans for this 
one. He was going to use her to hold the orchestra together and make sure 
none of the guys eventually either went off on their own or started a 
competing orchestra. As long as they had a body like this to share amongst 
themselves, they would think twice about leaving. 

Doreen's buttocks jerked and spasmed moving in circles, bouncing in time to 
the plunging tongue. All she was able to do was obey the demanding 
sensations of her shuddering loins. Her buttocks continued jerking and 
spasming as she steadily pulled on the man's hair and charges of electricity 
leaped from her unknowing loins. She gasped, unable to believe it when she 
felt the tip of his tongue slide across her perineal flesh and lick at her 
anus. 

Doreen wanted to scream out her pleasure but it was totally subverted into a 
moan of sensual delight as his lancing wet tongue continued flicking wetly 
at her anal opening. It was only a momentary digression from his goal, and 
soon his tongue was back at work in the cup of her loins. She gasped and 
shuddered feeling unfulfilled pleasure continually mounting inside her. 
Doreen realized that even though she had never been made love to before, his 
penis was the only hose capable of putting out the fire in her. She had seen 
her girl friend in the bed next to her at the conservatory act this same way 
and had been unable to understand why the girl had begged each of the men 
she had brought back with her to fuck her. Fuck! Yes that was the word she 
had used. Now she understood why the girl had begged. Still, her virginity 
meant, no matter how good he was, she would feel pain, and was the pain 
worth the satisfying of her physical demands? 

Pete saw the twisted look on her face, and he realized that she was as hot 
as she was going to get. He had wanted to hear her beg for his cock, but 
never having had an orgasm, she wasn't aware of the fulfillment it gave her. 
This one time he would have to fuck her without hearing her beg for his 
cock. 

Jerking his head free of her insistent hands in his hair, he raised his face 
and looked at her with a twisted smile. 

"You're hot enough to fuck now, baby, and what's more you want it, so don't 
bother denying it. 

Doreen felt paralyzed, incapable of moving. Her eyes looked down, locking on 
his long, thick penis. She knew it was going to be grinding around inside 
her. Though her mind was terrified of it, her body was screaming for it. 

"Okay," he said, moving up on his knees until his penile head was rubbing 
against her seething cuntlips. "Make it easy on yourself. You grab my cock 
with those sweet hands of yours and push the head into that tight pussy of 
yours." 

"Don't humiliate me anymore by making me a party to your defloration of my 
body," she gasped. 

But even as she said it her hand, sliding forward against her will, reached 
for his monstrous, cowled, red-tipped rod. Then her fingers encircled the 
lust-bloated cock, for the first time feeling the texture of it, and she 
rubbed the bulbous head up and down between her cuntlips, parting her golden 
hair-lined vaginal labia, her brain shudderingly shocked, reeling with both, 
fear and anticipation. 

Pete, feeling the tip pressing against the opening, flicked his hips forward 
a little and the solid, rubbery head forced its way into the tight elastic 
opening, stretching it cruelly. 

"YAAAGGGHHH!" Doreen shrieked, unused to the pain. 

Pete, not wanting her to be heard, grabbed the throw-pillow beneath her head 
and crammed it into her mouth. 

Gagging, Doreen was certain his hard cock would rip her asunder, feeling her 
resilient flesh being stretched more and more as the pressure became more 
and more unbearable. She had known it would hurt, but one can never imagine 
pain one has never felt. Now she was feeling it. 

His cock-head was pressing firmly against her hymen now, and with a cocking 
of his hips, he snapped forward, smashing it to shreds and plunging forward 
even more deeply. The pain was almost more than Doreen was able to 
withstand. Her clogged mouth was open wide as she gagged 
"GGGHHHLLLFFFRRRGGGHHHWWWFFFG!" 

Her pain-tortured eyes pleaded with him for mercy, but from the pleasurable 
look on his face at the tightness of his cock being surrounded by her cunt, 
she knew there never would be no mercy. His obvious pleasure was evident as 
he grimaced with hot lust as he continued his inexorable impalement of her 
buffeted vagina. 

Inch by inch his throbbingly massive cock continued boring into her vaginal 
vault until suddenly, he thrust it the last few inches with all his 
strength, sending the rock-stiff shaft plunging into her tightly resisting 
passage with overpowering force. 

She gagged, "UUUURRRRCCCCHHHH GGGGGNNNNNNFFFFFFFFF UUUGGGHHHHH!!!" 

The swollen, inflated penis burrowed itself to the deepest part of her 
cuntal canal, pushing warm walls of resisting flesh before it until she felt 
his heavy sperm-laden testicles smack solidly against the smooth, white 
cheeks of her nakedly upturned buttocks. 

Doreen groaned from the agony. Her vagina hurt. She knew she was bleeding 
inside, though she didn't know how badly. 

Pete lay still on top of her for a moment, breathing hard, the air raspy in 
his throat, then he grunted and expanded his buried phallus deep inside her, 
flexing it in the tightness of her soft, fleshy sheath, moving it into her 
vagina another fraction of an inch deeper. 

Doreen felt still more pain, her body twitching as Pete continually repeated 
the action several times, each time eliciting tearful groans of agony and 
shame from her. But little by little, with the passage of time, the 
stretched passage began to slowly accommodate the great length and breadth 
of the throbbing phallus deep inside her wet love channel. Her grunts of 
pain became fewer and fewer as he began a slow, grinding motion of his 
pelvis, insinuating his cock even more deeply into her naked cunt, expanding 
and stretching the resilient, formerly virginal walls until her whimpers of 
pain slowly but surely turned into the same soft mewls of pleasure he had 
heard when licking her pussy. 

Doreen was on fire. She was ready to beg, at least as far as Pete was 
concerned. Lifting himself on stiff arms above her, he withdrew his massive 
cock from between her cuntwalls until only the thick head remained. He 
stayed that way for a moment, waiting, and sure enough, he felt 
imperceptible twitching in her vagina as she tried crawling up the length of 
his staff. Finally, smiling, he began slowly powering it back into her. He 
used short, smooth strokes, letting her cunt accustom itself to his cock, 
her body reacting automatically of its own volition, her fight against the 
lewd sensual sensation in her trembling loins already lost forever. She had 
no further will to fight back. 

Doreen was unable to control herself, feeling her body responding to the 
increasing speed and deepness of his drives. She squirmed, wriggling under 
the man as he pressed his lust-hungry mouth against hers, thrusting her 
tongue deep into his throat to be sucked. 

Without realizing it, she suddenly began grinding her loins in response to 
the way he was fucking her, her lovely face lined and contorted, her eyes 
glazed, nostrils flaring and her breath coming in a jerkily panting rhythm 
of the eternally ancient dance of physical coupling. She was half of the 
two-backed beast. 

Never in her life did Doreen believe such feelings existed. First there had 
been unbelievable pain, and little by little it had been replaced by 
unbelievable delight. She hated to admit it, but this was the most 
magnificent sensation her body had ever known, and now she understood why 
her girlfriend at the conservatory had enjoyed so many different men. 

She discovered it was easy to move with him, sliding her soft vagina up and 
down the length of his thick shaft. The intensity of her sensations became 
more delicious. She hadn't known that lying beneath a man, his thick cock 
locked in her cunt would ever be this good. Rape though it was. it was 
fantastic. 

Pete, seeing she was more than his willing slave for the moment, was 
determined to make her feel even more. He reached down with his right hand, 
moving it beneath her gyrating buttocks and dipped it into the viscous 
moisture that seeped from her well-plugged coral tunnel before placing the 
tip of it against the rubbery pucker of her rear passage. He was aware of 
her sharp intake of breath as he began pressing, pushing it slowly into her 
back passage. 

His words seemed to arouse and inflame Doreen even more, though she refused 
to admit as much. Though she refused to admit out loud, she wanted to feel 
the finger deeper in her rectum. It hurt a little, but it also added to the 
thrilling sensation she was feeling. 

With his finger buried all the way inside her, he began thrusting into her 
with increasing speed, feeling the bulge of his cock through the thin 
membrane separating her two passageways. He fucked hard, and was pleased to 
feel her anxiously responding. 

Doreen writhed uncontrollably beneath him, grinding up and down on his 
throbbing cock, moving with mounting fury, her legs wildly jerking, her toes 
curling against the bottoms of her feet, her bouncing buttocks slamming 
downward each time to the upthrust of his finger into her rear tunnel. Then 
Pete felt the need to climax, and so pulled his finger from her rear 
passageway in order to push both hands into the sofa cushions on either side 
of her and pump all the more furiously into her. 

Doreen's face twisted with passion, because she, too, was feeling something 
building inside her. She grunted, keeping her teeth clamped tightly shut, 
but Pete knew the sound and he pounded into her cunt that much harder. He 
was slaving away, solidly jackhammering into her. 

Inwardly, Pete was astonished and delighted. He had known a lot of women. 
All of them had loved his cock, but this was the first one able to take the 
full length of him inside. He was going to reward her by making her come 
along with him. 

Then the orgasm was there for her. 

Doreen began tossing her head, her body tightly convulsing as wave after 
wave of muscular relaxation changed to muscular contraction, bringing to the 
heights where brilliant, multicolored stars, planets, and meteors played 
through infinity. For a moment the blonde woman was one with the stars, her 
spirit soaring free for ages, the moments of time expanded for her. Then she 
found herself falling through limitless space as she screamed, cramming the 
throw-pillow deeper into her mouth with her own hands, 
"AAAUUUWWWGGGHHHLL-LCCCHHHFFFWWWUUUMMMF-FFAAAGGGLLLCCCHHHAAAGGGHHH!" 

Pete pounded into her, feeling her tremors, and he was delighted, knowing if 
he was able to make a virgin climax, then she would be his any time he 
wanted to use her again. In the meantime, she was free to be used by the 
rest of the band. They had been waiting for him to make his move because 
just about every man in the band wanted his turn at Doreen. He'd let them 
have her, too, but not when they were in the motels. In the motels she would 
room with him. There was plenty of other times and places where they would 
be able to use her. 

In the meantime, his own orgasm welled up within him and he bellowed, 
"YYYAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNIMNGGGH-H HAAAGGGGHHHAAAGGGHH-HUUURRRGGGHHHAAANNNGGHH!" 
and he began firing sperm into her body, filling her with his seething, 
splashing fluids. 

The heat filling her womanly tunnel set Doreen off on another round of 
orgasmic delight. She began climaxing uncontrollably, her cunt tightening 
around his cock to the point where the blood in the many sacs in his penis 
was unable to recede. As a result, his cock, for the moment remained hard. 
He was unable to move it in and out of her tight pussy and was forced to 
keep the full length of it buried in her as her walls squeezed the cock 
again and again. He was so ultra-sensitive he was going out of his mind. He 
wanted to pull his penis from within her shuddering self, but her nails dug 
into his buttocks, and her vaginal lips were a tight rubber band around the 
base of his cock. 

"All right, all right," he gasped, as the throw pillow fell from her mouth. 
"Let me out." 

"No!" she said with a vengeance. "You started this, well I'm finishing it. 
You're staying right where you are until I'm fully satisfied." 

With that, she dug her heels into the sofa cushions and rotated her body 
around and around on his pile-driving flagpole. She came a third and a 
fourth time, and even then she wasn't content. She clamped her arms tightly 
around his body and held him to her as she slowly drifted off to sleep with 
his cock inside her. They remained that way for an hour, until her body 
relaxed enough for the blood to retreat from his cock so the organ was able 
to shrink and he was able to withdraw. He stumbled to the bed and fell 
asleep. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Doreen was a changed woman overnight. Not that she thought in terms of being 
totally promiscuous, but she realized her continued success with the band 
depended on her sexual prowess as much as her piano-playing. It was no 
longer a question of whether or not she would put out for other members of 
the orchestra. The only question was, who would be next? 

For the next two nights she stayed with Pete Pecan, but he was strangely 
reluctant to take her on again. She had totally sapped him of all his 
strength that first night, and he was actually a little afraid of her. 
Doreen knew it, and it would have made her smile except for the fact that he 
had unleashed a monster in her. The monster was the aching need for orgasmic 
satisfaction, and he was no longer able to provide it. 

Their New Jersey stint was over, and though they would have loved to have 
played upstate New York next. New York wasn't quite ready for them. They had 
to travel all the way to Delaware, and it was on the bus that she began 
avidly reading a few books on sexual intercourse put out by some highly 
respectable doctors. She began learning about things she had never even 
thought about. Though Pete had taught her the glories of cunnilingus, he 
hadn't taught her anything about fellatio. It was just as well. If he had 
tried making her suck his cock that night she would have bitten it off. But 
she was getting curious about it, because in all the books she read, the 
doctors claimed all the women who indulged in it, didn't do it merely for 
the sake of the men they were with, but for the oral enjoyment of it. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

They reached Wilmington two days after leaving New Jersey, and as usual, 
Doreen did all the fetching and carrying as far as pizzas, hot coffee, and 
doughnuts were concerned. She was so good at the piano she needed less 
rehearsal than the other, anyway. 

In Wilmington, they were going to play for two different weddings and a 
college dance. It wasn't the night club work they were hoping for, but it 
was eating money while Pete set up a few local nightspots. 

Bob Ronson was the bass fiddle player in the orchestra. He was good at it, 
but everyone laughed seeing him standing next to it because he was shaped 
like his instrument. He had a good-looking face, short, curly, dark-brown 
hair, and a barrel of a body that weighed in at three-hundred-and-fifty 
pounds. The man was six-feet-three-inches tall, and a lot of his weight was 
muscle. He had lifted weights at one point in his life. Unfortunately, at 
least a hundred-and-thirty pounds of his weight was pure fat. 

Bob looked at Doreen no less covetously than any of the other orchestra 
members, and on the evening they were going to play at a college dance, 
after all the other members had gone to the motel to get some rest. Bob 
stayed because he saw Doreen there, tuning the piano, making sure it sounded 
right. 

Doreen, in her white sweater and black skirt, after finishing the tuning of 
the piano, was thinking of returning to the motel room where she would 
somehow or other seduce Pete Pecan again. It had been a full week since he 
had raped her and taught her the joys of sex. As far as she was concerned, 
the son of a bitch now had an obligation to keep her happy. 

She walked off the large stage of the room where the dance was to be held, 
heading backstage, and that was when she spotted Bob Ronson hungrily looking 
at her. 

"Hi, Bob," she said, seeing the look in his eye. She wondered how it would 
feel to make it with another man. Sure Bob was a bit heavy, but so what. It 
didn't mean he felt less desires than anyone else. Hell, no! She wanted to 
score with someone, and since Pete was obviously afraid of her, and Bob was 
handy and anxious, why not give him a shot at her. 

"What's going down?" she asked, walking to the darkest part of the backstage 
area, which still had some shadowy lighting. 

"Uhhh... look... Doreen... " he began, "I was kind of wondering . . 

"Well don't wonder," she said to him. "Just unroll that old carpeting over 
there, and we'll get down to what you'd like to do." 

"Huh?" 

"You want me to fuck," she said to him. "I'm not only the piano player. I'm 
the unpaid whore of the group. Pete made me that way, and all you guys want 
to fuck me, so why not? If I fight it, I end up God-only-knows-where. But if 
I need help from you in the future. Bob, if I need a man to back me up in 
case some other guy gets too rough, can I count on you?" 

"Why... uhhh... sure... sure... anytime, Doreen," he said, nervously licking 
his lips and unrolling the carpet. 

It was a thick, shag carpet, and it had just been cleaned before being 
rolled up, so there was no dust flying around. Doreen stepped onto it as Bob 
backed away, looking at her. Even though the light was dim, he was able to 
see her clearly enough. 

She slipped her sweater over her head and draped it over an unused klieg 
light on a stand in the corner. Bob felt his throbbing cock give a solid 
jerk as he saw the rich pink of her areola when she loosened her brassiere. 
She took off her skirt next, revealing she had no half slip underneath, just 
panties. She was wearing socks at the time instead of pantyhose, so she 
didn't bother kicking off her shoes. 

"When was the last time you got it on with a woman?" Doreen asked, deciding 
to tease the heavy man a little. 

"Couple of months ago, before we started out with the orchestra," he told 
her, perspiring profusely. 

"Was she good-looking?" Doreen asked. 

"Hell! She was a woman. She asked for fifteen bucks, and I gave it to her," 
Bob told her nervously. 

He was looking at her body as it stood in the semi-light, looking at the way 
yellow light slanted across her bare midriff. She wasn't really moving, yet 
her body looked as if it were undulating in time to some kind of music. 

Doreen smiled and turned her back to him, and with her hands on her hips 
wiggled her buttocks at him. Even without high heels, stockings and a garter 
belt, she looked terribly sexy. The brassiere was unhooked, and he was able 
to see the smoothness of her back right down to the line of her panties. 
When she turned around again, her brassiere barely hid her breasts. 

"Am I more sexy than she was. Bob?" Doreen asked. "You can tell me the 
truth. Either way. you're going to get me without fifteen dollars, or for 
that matter, any dollars." 

Bob gulped and continued standing there, feeling his throbbing cock swell to 
full mast as he looked at the blonde woman's loveliness. Her long, tapering 
legs seemed to curve all the more as she turned again and shook her buttocks 
at him. The movement caused her panties to ride into the crevice between her 
asscheeks, making her white gluteal mounds look all the more enticing. With 
a seductive look over her shoulder, she said, "Why don't we just lie down 
here so you can tell me all about the girl." 

Slowly she stepped back into the more shadowed area, and Bob simply stood 
there, trying to see into the darkness. He stared, looking hard, but all he 
was able to see was her outline. Then her brassiere came flying out of the 
darkness and he caught it and draped it over some floor scenery that was 
piled in another corner. When he turned to look at her again, her panties 
all but hit him in the face, the crotch slamming against his nose. He 
inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her. He turned and put the panties 
down with the brassiere. 

When he turned around again, he found her lying on the carpet on the floor, 
on her back. Her mammoth breasts seemed to flow upward and outward, her 
nipples a rich pink and very distended. Her breasts were amazingly solid 
considering how large they were, jutting straight up. She lay with one leg 
across her body. Then she slowly straightened the leg and spread her two 
thighs wide apart. 

Bob moved so he was standing facing her vagina, and his eyes hungrily zeroed 
in on her blonde pelvic area where he was able to see the rich fullness of 
her vagina, and the pouting of her labia. He stared, wiping his hand across 
his mouth to remove some drool, and she let her hips gyrate teasingly, 
suggestively. 

With a gasping cry the heavy man hurried to where she lay and hurled his 
great bulk on top of her. He landed, fully clothed, his wide-open, cavernous 
mouth covering hers, and his hands running up and down her trembling body. 
He was shocked, surprised, unable to believe the intensity of his own sexual 
response. 

Doreen lay there, unable to breathe for a moment because his weight had 
knocked the breath out of her. But as breath flowed back into her lungs, and 
he lifted his bulk from her a little, she began grinding her body upward. 
His anxious hands pawed at her body repeatedly, trying to get his clothing 
out of the way at the same time. His mouth was hungrily kissing hers, and 
Doreen thrust her tongue into his mouth. 

The two of them writhed together on the carpet and his hands felt the 
firmness of her jutting hip bones as his fingers skittered wildly all over 
her shuddering body. He rudely grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, and 
then his hands moved down to the softness of her asscheeks powerfully 
pummeling them. He felt the heated oils seeping from her cunt as he cupped 
his hands over the lovely hairy lips, feeling how hot and swollen they were. 

Bob rolled off her and managed to leap to his feet, and Doreen was on her 
own feet, helping him out of his own clothes. She had him stripped to his 
boxer shorts in almost no time, his hard cock bulging and making the shorts 
stick out. It was Doreen who forced him to lie down, and then fought his 
hands away as she peeled his undershorts from his legs and took them off. 
The monstrous cock sprang into sight, solidly waving and rigidly erect. 

Doreen stared down at him as she let her lush body hover over his hairless 
chest, propping herself up on her arms. She began teasing him by 
tantalizingly allowing the tips of her nipples to skim across his chest. Her 
breasts felt delighted at being able to rub against the body of a man again. 

"Was she a good fuck for you?" Doreen asked in a whisper. 

Yearning to roll over and plow right into the lovely blonde, drunk with 
sexual delight. Bob was bewildered for a moment and asked, "Was who a good 
fuck for me?" 

That girl you were talking about, the whore you paid the fifteen dollars to. 
Tell me. Bob, what did she do to earn the money from you?" 

As an inducement to answer, the lovely blonde woman lowered her body a 
little so that the flatness of her hot, silken belly was rubbing against the 
upstanding tip of his throbbing prick. She rocked slowly back and forth, 
then up and down, applying just enough pressure to tease him and make his 
penile head swell even larger. 

Bob groaned, Geez, what difference does it make what the hell that whore 
did?" 

"No difference at all," Doreen cooed. "But I want to hear all about what she 
did to you," she said, putting a knee between his heavy thighs and forcing 
him to spread his legs even wider. Slowly she allowed her weight to come 
down on him, the flat of her lower belly rubbing against his abdomen, and 
her breasts all but pushing into his face. 

"All kinds of things," Bob admitted, breathing very heavily, running his 
hands down her back, feeling the small trestle of her spine quiver beneath 
his touch. Then he allowed his fingers to spider their way down to her 
buttocks, rubbing the fatty cheeks and then sliding between her thighs and 
rubbing her pussy. God! She had one hot little cunt, all right. 

"Translate all kinds a' things," she said to him. 

"Well, you know." 

"I'm still new at all this. You tell me." 

"Mmmm... the usual." 

"So then tell me." 

"She did what just about all whores do if you ask 'em to, I guess." 

"Well let me hear," she said to him. 

She looked at Bob Ronson with burning, hazy eyes, first really feeling her 
inner excitement rise as her vagina began to twitch. She was lying on top of 
a flesh mountain, but his cock was so long, it stood above the mountain and 
poked at her thighs. She was enjoying herself immensely and intended getting 
the man to tell her just what it was the whore had done. She wanted to hear 
it to make sure she wasn't doing anything perverted. Then she would totally 
subjugate him by doing something similar to him. 

"Well, they kind of make all different kinds of love." 

"Not they," Doreen insisted. "I want to hear what this one specific whore in 
particular did." 

Bob closed his eyes. He was being driven out of his mind by her writhing, 
wriggling body. Drunk with desire for her, having admitted it was a long 
time since he'd been balled, he finally said, "Well, she fucked me for 
awhile, but what really turned me on was when she took my cock in her mouth 
and kept on sucking until I came in her throat." 

"Ahhhaahhh!" 

It was a long, low exclamation of pleasure as Doreen finally heard what she 
wanted to hear. Yes, other women did perform what the book called fellatio, 
after all. 

Slowly now, she began slithering down the amorphous bulk of his huge body, 
her hungry mouth nibbling, licking, kissing, and biting. She paused to let 
the flat of her tongue lick at his masculine nipples, then pressed her lips 
against the rest of his chest, causing all kinds of lustfully crude and 
delicious sensations to run madly through him, letting lust continually 
scorch his cock and balls. 

Doreen made a wet trail across his belly, pausing to let her tongue lick 
into his navel. Like all heavy men. Bob had a tendency to wash himself 
extra-carefully, knowing he perspired so much more heavily. He tasted of 
deodorant soap. Her tongue continued slipping lower, moving to the base of 
his large stomach. She might have licked further down, into his pelvic 
hedge. She was so excited at the sight of his penis, wondering what the tip 
tasted like, she moved her mouth to the redly glowing head and licked out 
with her tongue, letting it flick across the point of his large prick. Now 
that she was looking at it, she decided it was even larger than Pete 
Pecan's. 

Bob raised himself up on his elbows and stared with a dazed expression, 
seeing her head bent over his penis, her lovely mouth hanging open, her pink 
tongue sticking out, her eyes tightly closed and her beautiful white face 
radiant with lust and rapture. While he watched, he saw the blonde wet her 
lovely pink lips with the tip of her tongue and then slowly open her mouth 
very wide in order to take the full breadth of his monstrous organ inside. 
He felt a wet, surrounding softness as her lips slowly hooded the head of 
his cock, wrapping themselves around the glans as tight as a pink rubber 
band. Her lashing tongue continued flicking against the underside, and she 
sucked. 

This was the first time again for Doreen, and she loved it. She had no idea 
just how much of the cock she'd be able to take, but in the books she'd 
read, the doctors had advised taking no more than was able to fit into the 
mouth, while in one book, she had read where certain women had the ability 
to relax their throat muscles and actually swallow a penis inside. She 
sucked and slurped, her own saliva filling her mouth and then dribbling out. 

Bob, still propped up on his elbows, let his head fall back and let out a 
moan as he felt her oral chasm inexpertly sucking, trying to do many things 
at once as her tongue moved over the rock-hardness of his cock. It had been 
a long, long while since that time with the prostitute, and his aching body 
was already writhing convulsively. He continued fighting against the lewd 
screwing of his hips which he knew from experience would heighten the 
experience even more. There was still something basically innocent about 
Doreen, even with her acting this way, and somehow he felt this just wasn't 
right. 

The idea that she was behaving just like a fifteen-dollar whore hit him like 
a thunderbolt. She had asked him what the other whore had done, and now she 
was doing the exact same thing. He had the funny feeling that maybe even if 
it wasn't right, it felt so good, so really terrific. Hell! Maybe she was 
totally inexperienced at this, but somehow those tight, questing lips of 
hers were sucking far better than those of the well-trained whore. God! 
Imagine! Sweet, innocent Doreen, initially corrupted by Pete, now taunting 
him into letting her suck his cock. 

The thought that his pent-up passion was now getting totally and completely 
out of hand suddenly became appallingly real. He realized if she kept this 
up much longer, he was going to fire a load straight down her lovely throat. 
Frantically Bob gripped her head, wanting to pull her head up, but his hands 
refused to respond to commands from his brain. There was no way for him to 
yank her mouth off his cock in spite of the fact that he was probably forty 
times stronger than she. 

Doreen pushed her mouth a little lower, bloating her cheeks, feeling her 
tongue pressured against the bottom of her mouth, and aware of the head of 
his penis right up against her throat. She sucked, obtaining chilling 
thrills charging through her body, but all that she felt was not enough. She 
had to come too, and so pushed a little harder, forcing the bloated tip to 
ram into her throat. She began gagging and choking, and immediately lifted 
her mouth off, but not before there was yet one more sensation shooting 
through her quivering body. Yes, yes, it WAS possible. She hadn't believed 
it until now, but it was possible. 

Her widely dilated nostrils were pulling in air, but she suddenly realized 
she needed even more. She lifted her mouth from the throbbing penis, and 
looking at him, asked, "Am I doing it wrong? You seem upset about 
something." 

"No, no," Bob hurried to assure her. "It's just that I'm so excited. Hell, 
Doreen, you're TERRIFIC!" 

The blonde woman squeezed the length of his throbbing cock with her hand and 
smiled at him, saying, "I'm glad you like it. Bob For a minute I was afraid 
I might have been doing something wrong, and I wouldn't want to do anything 
wrong." 

"Yeah, but if you keep that up. I'm gonna pump a whole wad right down your 
throat." 

She tilted her beautiful head back and looked down at the heavy man's 
handsome face with a strange, lustful smile, and she said, "So?" 

"Well, with a whore that's fine, but with a kid like you, I mean... well... 
I know what we're all doing to you, and sometimes I feel bad enough about 
it. But if you swallow the sperm, then you'll really make me feel guilty." 

She pursed her lovely lips and began smiling in a mocking way at him, 
saying, "Are you trying to tell me you'd like it better if I spit it out?" 

"Well, no, it's just that I shouldn't come in your mouth." 

"You shouldn't? Where SHOULD you come, in my cunt? Do you or any of the 
others use any kind of precautions? Do you know if I use any kind of 
protection? It's possible if you shoot in my cunt I might become pregnant. 
But you think it's nicer for a girl like me to let you come in her cunt 
rather than her mouth, huh." 

He was surprised at the blunt and forthright way she was talking. When she 
had first joined the orchestra, if someone said a four-letter word she used 
to blush. She had changed, changed a lot. He had expected her to even put up 
some kind of a struggle when he went after her, and would have felt better 
if she had. Seeing her passively accept and even welcome his advances made 
him think twice, because as far as he was concerned, a nice girl, no matter 
how often FORCED to fuck, was still a nice girl. But once she started doing 
things WILLINGLY, she was no longer a nice girl. He wondered if she had ever 
gone down on Pete. He doubted it, because Pete would have been bragging 
about it. 

"Well?" she asked. "Will you answer my question? Is it really better to come 
in a girl's cunt than in her mouth?" 

"It's just that... well... you're still a nice girl. 

Doreen... and I'd hate to think I'm the guy who's really changing you." 

"Don't nice girls enjoy sex. Bob?" 

"Gee, I never really thought about it." 

"Well think about it, because you see, nice girls like sex once they've been 
introduced to it, just as much as the other kinds. ALL kinds of sex." 

"Yeah, but the whores are PAID to do things like this. You don't have to, 
Doreen." 

"You're wrong. Bob," she told him. "I do have to. I must, not because I'm 
worried about making you or the others happy. It's become a compulsion, 
something I simply have to do. Don't go blaming yourself if you think I'm no 
longer a nice girl. Pete was the one who introduced me to sex, and it was 
because of him all the feelings inside me suddenly woke up." 

Without another word, Doreen bent her lovely blonde head again and he felt 
her hot, wet mouth clamp solidly over the huge, bloatedly swelling head of 
his throbbing penis, feeling the warmth of her slippery tongue slide around 
the throbbing tip, licking over the entrance to his urethra, trying her best 
to tease and tantalize the heated male penis until it finally released the 
juice in his balls. Bob moaned with delight, but still felt more guilty than 
ever, not wanting the beautiful blonde to keep her mouth locked on his 
throbbing cock until he came. Reaching down, he gripped her shoulders with 
both hands with the intent of lifting her up. 

Doreen inwardly smiled and responded by using her own hands to very gently 
remove his fingers from her shoulders, and then she responded a bit more 
positively by locking her arms around his heavy, widespread thighs and 
sucking his throbbing penis with all her might and main. Her head was 
bobbing as fast as possible as she once again began pulling the penis deeper 
into her throat. 

This time she only choked a little as the thick head probed into her gullet, 
and sparks began going off in her brain as the heavy penile head began 
rubbing against her throat's nerve-endings. 

Bob fell back, wanting to remove her head, but unable to do so. His hands 
did lock themselves in her blonde hair, but whenever he tightened his grip, 
he seemed to be pushing her face lower rather than pulling it up. He was 
afraid if he pulled too hard, he might tear her hair out. 

Doreen sucked the iron-hard erection again and again, her mouth constantly 
rising and falling, rising and falling, her tongue running against the 
underside of his cock, her lips making popping noises each time they pulled 
off his apricot-shaped penile head. His penile shaft was soddenly wet, and a 
low lewd thrill went charging through him as he felt her pursed lips 
continually sucking around his throbbing corona. One of her hands moving 
from beneath his muscular thighs seized his fingers and guided them as if 
encouraging them to push on the top of her head. He moaned and began 
pressing on her golden crown, shoving her head down, down, down, and this 
time her lips moved lower, lower, reaching for, finally finding the base of 
his thick cock as the head probed halfway down her shuddering pharynx. 

Bob quivered, feeling the way the contours of her lips shaped themselves to 
his throbbing penis. With greedy lust, he gripped her head firmly and began 
pulling her mouth back and forth along the length of his cock, and on each 
downstroke, he made certain his penis pushed all the way into her gullet. 
With greedy lust he continued stroking his cock with her mouth, groaning and 
moaning with pleasure as he did so. Doreen, in the meantime, intensified the 
suction she was applying with her lips, pulling and slurping and yanking on 
the throbbing penis. 

Bob was abruptly shocked when he felt the lovely blonde probing between his 
fat asscheeks with her forefinger. She was looking to probe into his anal 
opening. 

No! He definitely wouldn't allow her to do that. Not even the best-paid 
whores did things like that. He had heard some guys talk about it, and he 
had once probed into a woman's asshole with his own finger, but for a woman 
to do it to him was really unthinkable. Yet here was Doreen, the sweetest, 
most innocent girl he had ever known, until recently, probing into his 
asshole with the tip of her forefinger, sending maddening shivers running up 
and down his spine as she continued sucking his cock with wild and 
uncontrolled abandon. 

Doreen remembered how Pete Pecan had driven her wild poking his finger into 
her rectum. She figured if she enjoyed it so much, there was no reason on 
earth why Bob ought not to enjoy it, too. 

The pressure was building in Doreen's throat, and she felt her own orgasm 
beginning to mount higher and higher. It was unreal, but it was happening. 
She was going to climax. The penis rubbing in and out of her clogged throat 
was making her quiver and shudder. 

Then it was there, sending electrical quivers through her throat, and she 
realized at that moment that an oral orgasm was just as powerful as the 
vaginal kind. 

"UUURRRCCCHHHGGGUU-UNNIMCCCHHHAAAGG-GRRRUUUAAAUUUNNIMGGGGHHH-GGGWWWUUUFFFCCCHHH!"l
she gagged with the penis buried all the way down her throat, her body 
wildly spasming again and again. 

Bob was going insane, himself on the brink of a fabulous orgasm. But damn it 
all! Even as she thrashed he felt he would be doing her some kind of an 
injustice if he fired his seed down her lovely throat. He fought with 
renewed effort, but in the throes of her climax, Doreen's throat and oral 
muscles had tightened around his cock, and the only way her mouth was coming 
off his penis at the moment was to have two outer layers of skin ripped off, 
as well. He fought with a renewed effort, using all his strength, no longer 
giving a damn if he hurt her, but still afraid of possibly wounding himself 
in a delicate area for life. 

Somehow he had to stop what she was doing, he had to stop her. 

They rolled back and forth on the carpet and he continued struggling, trying 
to pull her free without ruining himself, but as he rolled from side to side 
he felt her forefinger delving ever deeper into the tightness of his rectum, 
and he gasped. In spite of himself, and despite all his struggling and 
wriggling, he discovered his hips working in wild, uncontrolled rhythm, 
moving to her sucking, and he writhed and pumped, and with a sudden 
desperate effort they rolled over so that he was straddling her face with 
his knees while on top of her. 

The lasciviousness of their position sent all kinds of flaring rockets 
exploding in his shuddering brain. Bob realized he was on top of her and he 
had to keep the pressure on his knees, because if he sat back on his ass he 
would crush the life out of her. His cock was still probing into the depths 
of her throat, and he fell forward, putting his weight on his forearms to 
keep from sitting back as her arms remained licked around his chunky thighs. 

With a loud, but hoarsely wild cry he began fucking into her mouth as if it 
were a vagina. He huffed and puffed as he wildly pumped his buttocks up and 
down. God! He was unable to help himself. It felt so fantastic, and the 
whole thing was a damn sight better than any Saturday night prostitute he 
had ever known, and he had known his share. 

Her finger was slipping deeper and deeper into his rectum as he thrust in 
and out again and again, and he fought with her again, turning over once 
more so that the lovely Doreen was once again on top of him. By now he 
really didn't give a damn where he came as long as he came. He fucked 
wildly, very wildly, moving his body back and forth, back and forth, 
thrusting and plunging and delving into her lovely mouth and throat, and 
once again they turned a hundred-and-eighty degrees. 

This time he almost felt his weight dropping on her. He had to be more 
careful. 

Somehow, he didn't know how, with her mouth still sucking his cock he 
managed to climb to his feet, pulling her to his knees, his hands still 
clasping the back of her blonde head. She was sucking his throbbing cock 
harder than ever, holding tightly to him with all her womanly strength and 
all reserve, all sexual repressions totally gone and forever abandoned. 

He was going to fuck the shit out of her mouth. Now he began pounding in and 
out of her oral opening with all his might, and he realized her finger was 
still in his asshole, moving in and out. Her lips were sucking like a vacuum 
stopper, pulling solidly around his throbbing prick. She sucked harder than 
any other woman he had ever known. 

He continued solidly pounding into her roundly open mouth, viciously 
slamming his cock inside, screwing in and out with all his might, 
lasciviously slamming his thighs against her lovely face. The pressure was 
building, building, building, and there was no way for the man to control 
his sperm any longer. He was going to fire, and it was going to be the 
classic orgasm of the century as far as he was concerned. 

Gripping her hair all the more tightly, he pushed her beautiful face as far 
forward as possible, jamming her nostrils into his dark pubic hair, feeling 
her lower lips rubbing his scrotum, and then he yelled, " 
AAAIIIYYYAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHH!" 

He began pumping loads and loads of white-hot semen into the lovely blonde's 
hungrily gulping throat. Her mouth was fantastic. 

Bob felt her still sucking his throbbing length of cock, even with the head 
buried halfway to her belly in her throat. He enjoyed the sight of her 
cheeks ballooning between his thighs, and watched her adam's apple bobble as 
she swallowed everything he had to offer, then wait for the next firing. Her 
finger was still in his asshole, and the pressure enhanced his own orgasm 
all the more. Christ! It was the most fantastic climax of all time, and he 
was shuddering with lustful delight, unable to believe how great it was. 

Her finger pulled out of his rectum, and she continued nursing at his cock 
until he was empty. When it was over, she slowly let the cock slip from her 
mouth. 

"I need a drink," he gasped. 

"I just had mine," she answered. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Bob was not the kind of man who talked about his conquests, and he certainly 
wasn't going to talk about what he had done with Doreen. Not that it would 
have bothered Doreen. As far as she was concerned, she was the team whore. 
She was there to be used by any and every member of the orchestra. Yet Pete 
Pecan was afraid to touch her again, and when they swung through West 
Virginia and this time played a whole week at a second-rate nightclub, he 
roomed with someone else. 

Doreen was put in a room with Gerald "Gerry" Link. Gerry was the quietest, 
nicest member of the orchestra. He played alto sax, and he was the one man 
who never seemed to be looking at her with those hungry eyes. 

Gerry always seemed to disappear after each show, though he always turned up 
in plenty of time for the next one. He never came to the motel room until 
long after Doreen had fallen asleep, and he was usually up and gone by the 
time she awoke the next morning. He was a tall man, with brown hair, and a 
huge, handlebar mustache. He had brown eyes, light skin, and he never spoke 
to anyone unless they spoke to him, first. 

If there was one person Doreen might have liked as an individual in the 
band, it was Gerry Link. She resolved to get to know him better. 

One night she waited up until he came in. 

"You can turn on the light," she told him. "I'm awake and it's kind of dumb 
to be stumbling around in the dark." 

When Gerry insisted it wasn't necessary, she turned on the lamp on the table 
between the two beds. She was in her shorty pajamas, and so he took his own 
pajamas and went into the bathroom. He was there for fifteen minutes, and 
when he came out he was freshly showered, shaved, and cologned, and in his 
own pajamas. 

"Well," she asked, "what do we talk about?" 

"I don't know about you," he told her, "but I'm kinda tired." 

"What's the matter, Gerry, don't you like me?" 

"Hey, yeah, sure, I like you one helluva lot," he assured her. "In fact, I 
like you too much, which is the reason why I go out and stay out so long. 
Look, I know Pete wants all of us to have a turn at using you. Me, I don't 
think it's right. I'd love to sleep with a girl, but only if she wants it. I 
don't try forcing myself on anyone, not anyone." 

"You wouldn't be forcing yourself on me, Gerry. I like you." 

"Well, I figure it like this. One day I'm going to leave this outfit and 
start a small band of my own. I figure I can find lots of work at social 
affairs, you know, wedding, confirmations and graduations and such. I won't 
be traveling around the country, but I'll be in one spot in New York, either 
Brooklyn or Long Island, where all the big weddings are always taking place. 
At that time. I'll ask you to come with me. If you do, well, we'll kind of 
live together for awhile to see if it works out. But you won't be sleeping 
with anyone else, and neither will I. Right now, you don't have any choice 
and I'm not holding it against you. But I can't go to bed with you knowing 
you'll be putting out for all these other guys." 

"Look," she said to him. "Right now we're here, together, in this room, just 
you and I. Can't we forget about tomorrow and sort of enjoy one another as 
long as possible?" 

"It sounds nice," Gerry told her, "but I'd still know you'd be sleeping with 
all those other men, and that wouldn't be right. It would bother me, and you 
would know it." 

"Well I'd think it would bother you later on, too." 

"You don't understand," Gerry told her. "I'm not holding it against you. But 
when the time comes for you to sleep with me, if it ever does, it has to be 
with me and with no one else. Got me?" 

"Well that doesn't sound too unreasonable," she agreed. 

"But you aren't ready for it right now," he pointed out. "You still have to 
go through a few other men, and I don't mean it sarcastically. Look, I've 
slept with my share of women, and I can't fault you for wanting to find out 
what it's like to sleep with different men." 

"Gerry, you're making me feel like a bigger tramp than I already believe 
myself to be." 

"Cut that out. A tramp is a state of mind. I've known a lot of women who've 
only slept with their husbands who are less honest than many whores. Stop 
thinking in terms of being a tramp or anything else. Just be honest with 
yourself. I don't know what Pete did to you, but I do know you have to face 
the situation you're in by yourself, for the moment. When the time comes 
that you're ready to stop all this by yourself, if you want to let me know, 
do so. Then we'll break away from here together." 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

The middle states were next on Pete Pecan's list. The orchestra had gotten 
their first big break in Chicago, where one of the better nightclub owners, 
after having heard them playing in a New Orleans dive, had liked them so 
much, he had signed them up for a three week stint, with an option for more 
if he liked their playing. It was the first time the orchestra was playing 
for any decent money, and on the bus, heading for the windy city, everyone 
was excited. A lot of flasks were being passed around. 

That first night, while everyone other than the driver slept, Doreen awoke. 
She had been dreaming about a sexual encounter with some unknown 
individuals, and she had awakened in heat. 

Doreen had the entire back seat of the bus to herself, where she was able to 
sprawl out. At the moment she was scrunched up in the right hand corner of 
the seat, and she realized her hands had slid under her skirt and were 
inside her panties, her fingers massaging her clitoris. Lord! The dream had 
been so real. She was being taken on by two men at once. Without realizing 
it, she was still rubbing her clitoris with her finger, and she was softly 
moaning. 

Mike Felder, the clarinet player, a man of medium height, with a very thin 
mustache, already balding, who slept in the seat directly in front of the 
back seat was awakened by noises. Lifting his head slowly, he looked around 
and saw all the men in the seats in front of him and to the side were fast 
asleep. The bus driver, who had just come on three hours ago, and would be 
changing places with another driver in three hours at a designated area, was 
concentrating on the road. He did a lot of this cross-country free-lance 
bus-driving for a living, and he knew better than to pay attention to what 
went on in the bus as long as no one was being murdered. The bus's rearview 
mirrors were on the outside, and unless he actually turned his head around 
and looked, he was unable to see anything happening in the bus, itself. 

In her sleep, Doreen had somehow or other removed her blouse and brassiere. 
When she had awakened, while still fingering herself, she hadn't thought too 
much about her state of undress since no one was actually able to see her, 
but she was lying on her belly, with her left breast hanging over the seat, 
and both hands pressed under her skirt, tugging her panty crotch aside with 
a finger pushing into her vagina, while the forefinger of her other hand 
massaged her clitoris. Mike Felder listened, hearing the soft, almost 
inaudible moaning grunts and he realized the sounds were coming from behind 
him. He wondered if Doreen was having a bad dream. Christ! The sounds she 
was making were enough to make his throbbing cock even stiffer than it 
normally felt after he looked at her. Quietly, he slipped out of his bus 
seat and turned around to look at what was going on behind him. 

The man's lips pulled back in an obscene leer. There, lying face-down on the 
rear seat, shielded by the back of his seat, her knees drawn up under her, 
her tantalizing upper half naked in the very weak light of the bus, was 
Doreen. Her skirt had fallen back over her waist and her white buttocks were 
waving in the air. He was able to see the crotchband pulled aside as she 
continued unthinkingly probing into her vagina with her fingers, as if 
trying to recapture a dream. Her face was turned to the side, her mouth 
hanging slackly open attesting to the fact that she was, for the moment, 
totally lost in a spell of sexual delight. 

The clarinet player's eyes glowed in the dimness with sheer, unadulterated 
lust as he viewed her one naked breast swinging back and forth under her 
torso as it dangled over the edge of the seat, and he ran his eyes hungrily 
and greedily over her smoothly rounded asscheeks. 

Like just about every other member of the orchestra, Mike Felder had the 
desire to merge with Doreen. Unlike Gerry Link who eventually wanted a 
permanent relationship, Felder only wanted something physical, and staring 
as he did now, he intended doing something about it. 

He slipped his pants off, and his undershorts as well, knowing the back of 
the seat in which he had been sitting would hide his nakedness from anyone 
else who might get up and look. In fact, to be on the safe side, he would 
turn Doreen around so that he was kneeling at the far end of the bus, right 
in the corner, and no one would be able to see him unless they walked right 
up to where they were and peered over the back of the seat in front of them. 

He ran his eyes greedily over the smoothness of her rounded asscheeks, 
feeling his pulsating cock standing way out in front of him. Then he moved, 
as stealthy as a tomcat, going to the edge of the rear seat, grasping the 
thickness of his throbbing penis solidly in his hand, slowly jerking the 
hardened penis back and forth, back and forth. Shit! His cock was harder 
than the Rock of Gibraltar at this point. 

Wow! he thought to himself. SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE REALLY NEEDS A GOOD FUCK. He 
watched her continuing to crazily rock back and forth on her drubbing 
fingers, seeing the way two fingers now lasciviously sank into the greasy 
depths of her seething cunt, moving in as far as possible. He decided that 
she had become one really hot little twat, and it was obvious Pete Pecan, or 
whoever she was rooming with, just wasn't giving her enough cock. But hell! 
That was one problem he would temporarily solve for her. 

Chuckling to himself, he gripped the half-sleeping woman's buttocks with his 
hands and turned her around swiftly on the seat so that her buttocks were 
facing the side of the bus against which his own asscheeks were flattening. 
Then he knelt on the rear seat, and in a single, swift movement, before the 
half-awake Doreen really understood quite what was happening, he pulled her 
fingers out of the sucking bog that was her cunt. Without giving her an 
opportunity to understand what was happening, he almost ruthlessly pressed 
his blood-engorged penis solidly against her tight vaginal slit. 

Doreen, suddenly wide awake, crammed a fist into her own mouth to stifle her 
gasp as she abruptly jerked her head up from the rear seat to look at what 
was taking place behind her. In the very dim lights of the bus, she 
recognized Mike Felder. The aroused young blonde had been so lost in the 
sensuality of trying to recapture her dream, she had never realized what was 
happening until this moment. She hadn't even been aware of being turned 
around on the rear seat so that her head was facing the middle of the seat. 
The seat ran the full width of the bus, and now awake, she decided she 
didn't like the idea of any man sneaking up on her this way in the middle of 
the night, and so she tried wriggling quietly away. But his fingers were 
like iron, holding her solidly in place. Felder had anticipated her 
movements and tightened his arms around her hips, holding her bare buttocks 
securely in place as he took the time to strip her panties off, lifting her 
knees and pulling them over her ankles. 

"Mike!" she gasped. "Don't you dare do this to me! Not here, not now, not in 
front of everyone... " she protested in vain. 

"All the others are drunk-asleep," Mike said to her. "So you just hold that 
cute ass of yours in place, gorgeous. I saw you and What you were doing, and 
what you need is a good jazzing with my cock." 

"Mike, no!" the helplessly trapped young blonde coughingly gasped, her voice 
begging and pleading. 

She tried pulling the cheeks of her ass forward, drawing away from the 
rubberiness of his throbbing cock-head as it pressed against the puffy outer 
lips of her tender pussy. But his throbbing penis continued following her 
movements, and she realized if she made any more noise, she might indeed 
wake up one or more of the others, and then have them witness her 
ravishment. Felder's fingers dug all the more solidly into her body, holding 
her that much more firmly in place. 

"Reach back and just slip it into your cunny, honey," he whispered to her in 
a voice hoarse with lust, letting go of his wildly jerking cock in order to 
more solidly grip her two hips with both his hands. 

"Mike, I can't do this," she pleaded, feeling ashamed that she had actually 
started touching herself in her sleep, and that what she had been doing had 
been witnessed by Mike Felder. 

"Come on, come on, put it in, honey," he told her. "We both need a little 
satisfaction." He was panting, squeezing the rounded flesh of her hips, 
digging his nails into her until she thought she would go made from the 
pressure. 

Unable to withstand what he was doing any longer, feeling desperation, she 
reached back between her thighs and closed her hands around his penis. That 
was when she became fully conscious of what was really about to take place. 

The penis was immense, enormous. She didn't see how she would be able to 
take it into her cunt in this position. It had to be at least as long and as 
thick as that of Pete Pecan, but in this bent-over position, her vaginal 
canal had its walls compressed all the more tightly together. She was well 
aware of the throbbing urethra on the underside, pulsating insanely with 
want against her pressing fingers, the head of his cock seemingly still 
expanding as she held it tightly clasped in her hand. 

Then his squeezing fingers tightened again, crushing her buttocks, this time 
bringing tears to her eyes and a soft gasp from her panting lips. Closing 
her eyes, she concentrated on what she was doing, spreading two fingers 
around the bulbous tip of his bloated cock, spreading the inner lips of her 
pussy wide apart, allowing the bluntly throbbing tip to lodge itself firmly 
just inside the narrowness of her vaginal opening. Her teeth clamped down 
hard on her lower lip. She felt ashamed at having been caught this way. It 
was one thing to be alone with a man and either seduce him or be seduced by 
him. But this was not seduction by any stretch of the imagination. In its 
own way, this was as much of a rape as her defloration by Pete Pecan had 
been. She was aware of his glans prodding against the wet, rubbery lips of 
her seething pussy, parting the restricting vulva muscles and then forcing 
its way inside her. 

At that moment the blonde woman became aware of her upthrust asscheeks being 
forced wider apart as Felder's long, thick, swollen shaft slipped deep, 
deep, deep into the tightly resisting tunnel of her helpless vagina. His 
penis shoved the moist inner walls violently aside as he continually drove 
his bloated penile shaft all the way into the very depths of her seething 
belly. 

"HAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, once again cramming her fist into her mouth, 
clenching her teeth as she felt the virile clarinet player lancing into her 
cunt from the rear, driving all the way into her. She gasped again as she 
felt his hard stomach smack solidly against her vibrantly round and 
trembling buttocks. God! She was filled! 

"You got it all, baby," Felder whispered, tightly gritting his teeth because 
of the heated tightness now vibrantly clutching and surrounding his 
thrusting cock, buried as it was to the hilt inside her. "Now show me just 
what it is you can do." 

At that moment, Doreen felt as if her searing vaginal tunnel was blistered 
with burning fire. The thick shaft penetrating her tightly impaled pussy 
felt more like the trunk of an oak tree in the depths of her helplessly 
defenseless pussy; a pole throbbing inside her tightly clasping inner 
womanly walls of wetly moist flesh, and it seemed to go on swelling to even 
greater girth with every passing second. As his harsh hands held her smooth, 
helplessly skewered body back against his distended phallic lance, Doreen 
realized that little by little, her vaginal fluids, seeping around the 
length of his lancing penis, were slowly easing the unexpected stretching of 
her narrow womanly tunnel. 

Little by little, his hands solidly gripping her hips began loosening their 
grip, and the hopelessly pinned, young beautiful blonde felt the man slowly 
backing away from her rear-end, his blood-bloated penis now slipping out of 
the depths of her cuntal tunnel so violently violated until only the bulbous 
tip still remained inside the rubbery outer ring. But then his thick fingers 
began to once again solidly grasp the softly rounded, delectable contours of 
her womanly hips again, and he yanked her solidly back onto his probing 
steel rod until once again the fullness of her roundly quivering asscheeks 
slapped noisily against the flatness of his hard stomach. 

Again Felder let go with his fingers, once more allowing her to 
automatically pull herself away and forward in the hope of escaping his 
piercing penis, and then once again he reached out, grasped her asscheeks 
just in time to keep his throbbing cock from slipping out of her wetly 
clamping vaginal orifice, and he proceeded to once again jerk and drag her 
backward onto his throbbingly stiff and impaling prick. It became 
repetitious, she gliding smoothly forward, and then being pulled straight 
back, letting the full length of his throbbing cock sock into her again. 

Over and over the lovely blonde's delightful body was constantly rocked 
backward onto his throbbingly bludgeoning penis only to pull away and slide 
along the length of its slippery thickness again to the end. Back to the 
hilt, away to the tip, back to the hilt, away to the tip, but moving very 
slowly, setting a tantalizing rhythm inside her tightly widening pussy that 
Mike Felder knew would eventually drive her wild. Hell! She had exhibited a 
need for an orgasm even before he bad touched her. All he was doing was 
helping her achieve that need with his cock. 

Great swirls of maddening lust continued sweeping through the clarinet 
player's semen-laden testicles as he finally felt her responding, moving of 
her own volition, thrusting her whitely rounded asscheeks back at him, 
grinding the soft, tender moons all the more tightly against his loins. 
Doreen was unconsciously seeking to take as much of his cock into her 
seething pussy as she was able to at this moment. 

I'VE GOT HER REALLY GOING NOW, he exulted, hearing the soft, tiny mewls of 
delighted animal pleasure escaping from Doreen's lips. She began swiveling 
her lust-drenched pussy in tiny, narrow, squirming circles, shoving it down 
over the entire length of his thrusting phallus of solid flesh and muscle, 
letting her entire physical being wriggle and slam back at him with each 
wildly shoving thrust of her hips. 

At last Felder felt free to release his hold on her rounded hips, and he 
reached down to the quivering white moons of her delectable buttocks. He 
slowly separated the two moons with his thumbs, pulling the narrow crevice 
between them wider and wider, allowing himself to view her tiny puckered 
anus nestled in the softness of her assflesh. It's brown, prune-like outer 
ring was constantly clenching and unclenching with her movements as she 
hurled herself back on his throbbing cock while he continually stroked into 
her tight pussy. He stared at her with a lewd, lascivious fascination, 
thinking he would love to fuck that small hole back there, sometime in the 
future. 

But not right now. For the present the beautiful blonde bitch was panting 
and all but verbally begging for his hard cock to continue moving inside her 
tightly clinging cunt as her orifice continually swallowed his rigid member 
into the heated cavern of her hungry womanliness again and again. 

Then her soft voice came to him once again. 

"UUUNNNHHH... AAALLL... RIGHT... UUUNNNHHH... DO IT... AAANNNHHH... LIKE 
THAT... KEEP IT UP... JUST KEEP IT UP... MORE... MORE... DON'T STOP... " she 
continued softly moaning in a low, almost incoherent voice. 

Now that he had finally conquered the beautiful blonde piano player with his 
throbbing cock, Mike Felder felt his entire inner being flooded with the 
overwhelming delight of sheer, raw power and lust as he continued fucking 
into her body, feeling the way she thrust her lovely asscheeks back again 
and again, moving even more vibrantly than he. 

Hell! He had to make it a point to try the lovely little bitch in the 
future. He had waited too long for this. Jesus! Though Pete Pecan had never 
actually put it into words, he had as much as implied she was here for the 
use of any member of the orchestra who wanted her. Jesus! He wanted her, all 
right. And how! 

Bob Liggens, the youngest male member of the group, who had been smart 
enough to drink the least, was awakened from a shallow sleep by the sounds 
coming from the back of the bus. Bob was a tall, slender, 
twenty-two-year-old youth with lots of long brown hair, a smooth complexion, 
and an uncanny ability to play the tenor sax. He had a short nose and thin 
lips, and he had been tossed out of the music conservatory because he was 
one of the many men who had been boffing Doreen's roommate and had the 
misfortune to be caught at it. 

At first he thought he was imagining the sounds, but as moments passed he 
realized they were happening, and from his own experience he knew what was 
causing them. He also knew there was only one female on the bus, and if she 
was involved in any action, he wanted to get in on it. 

Getting to his feet, he quietly walked down the center aisle of the bus, 
past the two rows of seats with men sleeping in them. God! The smell of 
booze was heavy in the air, and he knew of a lot of men who would be waking 
up with hangovers the following morning. 

He saw Doreen's head sticking out from beyond the back of the next-to-last 
seat on the right, and he recognized Mike Felder's head and shoulders above 
the seat and knew the man was pumping into her, dog style. 

"Well, well,, well," he whispered. "And just what's going on back here?" he 
asked, hovering over the couple, able to see the shadowy thickness of Mike 
Felder's cock pumping in and out of Doreen's even more shadowy cunt. Her 
skirt was still around her middle, and he saw her blouse and brassiere lying 
on the floor. He bent, picked them up, and dropped them on the seat under 
Doreen's dangling breasts. 

Doreen, hearing the young man's voice, jerked her head up and looked at him, 
seeing the boy smiling down at her from directly above her. She ought to 
have felt some slight flush of embarrassment, but at this point she was too 
far gone to even care that he was there. All she did was continue to 
undulate her buttocks lasciviously back and forth, pushing her hot cunt onto 
his cock again and again as Mike Felder continued fucking her pussy from 
behind. Felder seemed oblivious to everything other than the wonderful 
pleasure he was feeling from continually fucking into her pussy. Pleasurable 
delight continued flowing through his veins. 

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Doreen whisperingly hissed at Felder, turning her 
head to let him know that Bob's presence in no way disturbed her, and it 
ought not to disturb him. 

Hell! Mike Felder was definitely not about to quit, now. He completely 
ignored the interruption of the tenor sax player, grinning with thrilled 
delight as he continued burrowing his long, hot, thick shaft into the very 
seething depths of Doreen's ravenous pussy, using long, solid strokes. He 
fucked into her upturned cunt levering himself forward from the tips of his 
toes, reveling in the fact that the youth was there to watch everything 
happening. He especially enjoyed the fact that the young man saw how Doreen 
was responding to his hard drives into her seething cunt, moving so 
wantonly, any man would get off just watching her. 

"You're one sexy looking bitch when you're in heat, Doreen," Bobby whispered 
at her, not even paying attention to Mike Felder who was laughing at him 
with his eyes as he continued pumping his throbbing cock into the tight 
depths of Doreen's sweetly sucking pussy. 

Bobby decided it was time for him to get in on a little of the action, and 
so he unzipped his fly. His penis came jutting out, and he moved around in 
front of Doreen, pulling on the organ, stiffening it. 

Bobby was one of the members of the orchestra who got a lot of action on the 
outside when he wasn't playing his tenor sax. He had vigorously fucked a 
little groupie where they had played their last engagement, and he had been 
certain he wouldn't have any strength left when he had stretched out on the 
bus seat to go to sleep, earlier. This was why he had hardly partaken in the 
drinking. A good three hours of asleep had refreshed him somewhat, and now 
his throbbing cock was stiff all over again. Since Doreen's cunt was in use, 
he decided to take advantage of her mouth. 

In her heatedly aroused state, the beautiful blonde was only vaguely aware 
of the movement of Bobby Liggens. Her eyes were glazed with desire and the 
need for a satisfactory orgasm. The cock continually pounding back and forth 
in her tight cunt was thrilling her now, sending shockwaves of lust through 
her. 

Then she felt Bobby's fingers fumbling at her jaw, trying to pry her mouth 
wide open and at the same time twist her head toward him. She felt her brain 
reeling, yet a portion of her mind began to focus a little more clearly. Her 
eyes honed in on the throbbing head of the heavy penis only inches from her 
face. It wasn't as long or as broad as any of the other penises she had 
known, but it was still a formidable weapon. It's thick base was rooted in a 
tangled mass of wiry, dark-brown pubic hair. She saw the weight of his 
dangling testicles hanging lewdly outside the youth's open fly, and then he 
began pushing slowly forward, making her very much aware of the wet, spongy 
sensation of his penile tip as it pressed against her compressed lips. 

In her dream she had been fucking and sucking, and no it seemed ready to 
come true. But in her dream she had become a full-fledged play-for-pay 
prostitute, and so she associated two men using her at the same time with 
prostitution. She might have been a bit of a tramp, but she wasn't a 
full-fledged streetwalker, nor did she intend to become one. 

"No, no, n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o... " she helplessly protested in a 
whispering voice, now well aware of the young man's sexual intent. 
"UUUUMMMFFFAAANNNGGGHHH!" she muttered stubbornly, clamping her teeth 
together and then fighting with all her strength against the continued 
insistent pressure against her mouth. 

"Honey," Bobby Liggens whispered to her, "either you suck me now, nice and 
quietly, or you'll be making so much noise you'll wake up everyone else on 
the bus, and there'll be a lineup to use any and every hole in your body." 

He lifted her face with the flat of his left hand, pushing her forehead back 
with his right hand. He pressured downward on her chin as he relentlessly 
shoved his moistly seeping penile head between her forced-open lips. 

Feeling repulsed at being so rottenly used, even on a moving bus, the lovely 
Doreen mumbled and did her best to shake her head free of Bobby's grasp, but 
the youth was not to be denied. He was tired of fucking, and being sucked 
by, young girls. He wanted an older woman, a really sexy older woman. Doreen 
was just about his own age, and if not really an older woman, at least she 
wasn't the jailbait he was used to fooling with. 

Little by little she felt her lips being forced apart, and it felt as if he 
was trying to push them against the sharp edges of her teeth, hurting her. 
She heard him groaning and wriggling and cursing as he stood over her, 
struggling against their softness, until he finally had her jaws opened, and 
with an extra-hard lunge from Mike Felder, behind her, slamming into her 
cunt from the rear, she opened her mouth in a gasp, giving Bobby the chance 
he needed. 

The young sax player's slender penis began solidly pushing its way between 
Doreen's wetly shining lips, sinking into the heatedly pooling cave of her 
sucking mouth. She felt the thickness of his blood-engorged penis slithering 
along the length of her tongue, flattening it against the floor of her 
mouth, then pushing into the back of her throat, sinking deeper and deeper. 

Had they not been on the bus, had they been alone in some motel room, Doreen 
would have bitten through the throbbing length of the youth's cock. But one 
bite, and he would be screaming, and everyone else on the bus would wake up 
and see what was happening to her, and maybe they would all want in on the 
action at the same time, filling her nostrils, her ears, and her navel with 
their cocks. No! She was better off letting the little bastard get away with 
it, for now. 

Without pausing for an instant, Bobby began pumping his solidly rampaging 
penis in and out of her beautiful face, his hands pressing firmly against 
her ears, tugging on them to hold her in place. He was well aware of her 
heated saliva flooding around the length of his jolting penis and he grinned 
sadistically at her blonde head, seeing the way it was buffeted back and 
forth on the length of his thrusting shaft. 

"Suck, you bitch!" he commanded. "Come on and suck the old cock! Fill your 
throat with it!" 

Doreen mentally struggled against the salacious rape of her helpless mouth, 
but with the passing moments she realized any struggles on her part were 
futile and useless. He began to quicken his thrusts to match those of Mike 
Felder, pumping into her cunt from the rear. Like Felder, Bobby never quite 
pulled his cock all the way out of her, but always left a part of the 
bloated tip lodged in the warmth of the wet shelter between her teeth. The 
helpless blonde shut her eyes, feeling unbounded, uncontrolled humiliation, 
her mind in an almost insane, trance-like state. She was aware of the 
rubbery glans slipping along the roof of her mouth, bumping into the opening 
of her gullet, moving like a snake striking into her throat. 

Even now, the movement of the cock in her throat was touching those same 
nerve-endings again, just as the movement of the penis in her cunt was 
titillating the nerve-endings in the roof of her vaginal tunnel. She was 
going to climax very shortly, but it would be a dual orgasm, feeling 
sensation in two places at once. The only way to end all this was to rid 
herself of the horrible invasion by making the two of them ejaculate at the 
same time. By then, she hoped her own dual orgasm would have totally 
overwhelmed her. Then, maybe she would be permitted to finish sleeping. 

Her lips automatically formed a vacuum around his cock, pulling, sucking, 
slurping, yanking on the throbbing penile organ. She was very aware of Bobby 
Liggens because of the way his testicles kept bouncing against her chin. 
There was an odor of stale semen in his groin, too. 

Behind her, Mike Felder began feeling himself building toward his finale, 
and he began pumping and fucking all the more quickly into the heated 
tightness of her slurping cunt, moving harder and faster, battering 
mercilessly into the quivering cheeks of her lovely buttocks with his 
hard-driving hips. 

Once again the clarinet player gripped her waist firmly, squeezing her soft, 
yielding, firm flesh into white mounds between his compressing fingers. He 
bared his lips back against his teeth as he stared down at her slender 
bucking body, watching her head bobbing back and forth on the length of 
Bobby's plunging penis. The sight was enough to send electrical thrills 
shooting through his quivering body. 

"Ahhhhhh" he gasped, his eyes moving back and forth from her shadowed pussy 
as they continued tenderly clinging to his throbbing cock while the organ 
continued moving in and out of her, to her own puckered mouth, also tightly 
clinging to a cock. 

Doreen worked in a total daze, reacting to the two men constantly pumping 
their penises in and out of her body. Her mouth licked and sucked at the 
pistoning penis as he forced her oral shelter to follow his every thrust 
into the tenderness of her throat. Her ravishment continued relentlessly at 
both ends of her delightfully tortured body. Yes, it was delightful, for 
even though she had tried fighting it, the truth was she was even more 
addicted to it than the two men pumping into her. She had all the instincts 
of a natural whore, and she realized, trying to fight it would do her no 
good whatsoever. 

Her mind was close to snapping, because her dual orgasm was so close, and 
yet it had not washed over her. This was becoming too much for her. The 
saliva in her mouth was becoming heavier and heavier, and it was mixing with 
the sticky emissions coming from the tip of Bobby's penis. She was well 
aware of the man's hips wildly straining before her continually bobbing head 
as the youth came closer and closer to his own satisfaction. His tight 
fingers curled powerfully in the shining gold of her blonde hair as he 
continually slipped her mouth up and down over the end of his riveting 
penile shaft. 

Doreen was well aware of his poundingly slamming cock continually enlarging, 
expanding, and swelling in the tightness of her narrow gullet, massaging the 
nerve-endings all the more violently, building her higher and higher while, 
at the same time, threatening to strangle her. She moaned pleadingly around 
the pulsating stiffened length as Bobby plunged his cock even deeper into 
her mouth. Because it was the most slender penis she had ever known, it 
seemed able to sink a little deeper into her throat. He was slamming down 
her gullet as if intent on touching the tip of the other penis with the head 
of his own, inside her. 

The orgasms for which she had been waiting suddenly hit Doreen with full 
force. Because her mouth was so deeply clogged with cock was she not 
screaming her head off as she came, then came again as his penis in her 
vagina also set her off. The cock dug so deeply into her throat, she wasn't 
even able to gurgle. 

Sexual electricity blasted through her quivering body, and she jerked and 
twitched and shuddered, unable to contain herself. Her body actually bounced 
back and forth now, moving between the two pistons as if they were a single 
penis connected to the two men, running all the way through her quivering 
body. 

Slowly the feeling faded, and now that the orgasm was gone, Doreen felt 
utterly used and abused, debauched and taken advantage of at a time not of 
her own choosing. At least with Bob Ronson she had done the seducing. She 
noticed that Bob, like Pete Pecan, was no longer physically interested in 
her now that he had enjoyed her and she wondered why. She knew the two men 
had both climaxed. She hadn't been a bad lay. Yet neither of them were 
bothering her. 

Even though the thrill was ended for her, she sucked all the harder with her 
lips, while buffeting her quivering buttocks back all the more solidly 
against Mike Felder's flat stomach. The sooner she made the two of them 
climax, the sooner all this would come to an end. Forgotten was the fact 
that only moments before her own body had enjoyed an overpowering orgasm. 
She was so ABSORBED in trying to pump the sperm out of the two men, she no 
longer thought how desperate she had been for satisfaction. 

The youth standing in front of her began jerking and violently grinding his 
pelvis solidly into her remarkably beautiful face, sinking the full length 
of his hard and throbbingly pounding shaft all the way into her clogged and 
gasping womanly throat. Doreen fought for breath, her nostrils distending 
widely as the youth's throbbing, jerking penis spurted into the heated 
wetness of her sucking mouth, and a hissing erupted from Bobby's lips. His 
heated thick semen, what was left of it, suddenly shot into her mouth, and 
she was sucking, swallowing automatically. 

The sight of the youth already shooting down Doreen's throat proved just 
what Mike Felder needed, and he began pounding into her tight cunt from 
behind with as much power as he was able to muster. He slammed into her 
again and again before he began firing into her, filling her cunt with his 
sperm. Violent blast after blast shuddered through him, and it took all his 
willpower to enjoy it silently. 

Finally it was over. The two men covered themselves up quickly, while Doreen 
hastily dressed, and as the two males returned to their seats, Doreen 
sprawled out on the rear seat and once again fell asleep, but this time it 
was a dreamless sleep. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Right from the start things turned out well in Chicago. Two nights after 
they had started playing, the owner of the nightclub there extended them 
another three weeks, and at a twenty-five percent increase in what he was 
paying them for the first three weeks. Each member of the orchestra, 
including Doreen, had one number in which their particular instrument was 
the solo for that number. Their first night playing, during one of the 
breaks, a man walked up to Pete Pecan and introduced himself as the head of 
Maltby Records, a small but growing midwest recording outfit. He was Morty 
Maltby, tall, with pigmentless hair, though the rest of him was not albino. 
He had fair skin, but it was rich with pink color, and there was nothing 
pigmentless about his eyes and the way they looked at Doreen. His long, thin 
nose twitched. 

Monday, after a very successful weekend at The Cat And The Canary Nightclub, 
Doreen, who finally had a room to herself, was awakened by an intrusive 
knock at her motel room door. Pulling on a robe over her shorty pajamas, she 
answered the door and found herself facing Morty Maltby. 

"Hi," he greeted. "I hear today's your day off. I figured you don't know 
Chicago too well, so I'd like to start showing you around." 

"Why ME?" Doreen asked, scratching her head. "You're a good-looking man. You 
can get just about any girl you want." 

"I want you," he told her. "I told your boss, Pete Pecan, that your 
cooperation was needed to determine just how big a recording contract you 
people get." 

"Why does it depend on me?" Doreen asked, noting how flawlessly he wore the 
pepper-brown suit he had on. 

"There's something about you that turns me on," Maltby told her. 

"I think I should warn you," she said. "Whenever any man scores with me, he 
never comes back for seconds. I haven't figured out why just yet, but it's 
true. Maybe I'm a lousy lay." 

"Pete assured me you were probably the best lay he ever had," Morty told 
her. 

"Pete might be lying just to get that recording contract." 

"He also told me why he hasn't slept with you again." 

"Well then, suppose YOU tell ME!" she insisted. 

"First I want to find out if it's true," Maltby insisted. "If it is. I'll 
let you know." 

"Well then, do we just jump right into bed, or what?" 

"I'm not crude," Maltby told her. "You go ahead and get some more sleep. 
I'll stop by and pick you up about two this afternoon. We can go shopping, 
and if you happen to see some dress or ensemble you happen to like, point it 
out and I'll buy it for you." 

"I'm not a whore," Doreen insisted, "in spite of what you might hear. I 
don't do things for gifts or money." 

"I'm not offering to buy you something in return for your body. I'm offering 
it to you because I like you. As for my sleeping with you, that's also 
because I like you. I'm glad to hear you don't use your body. It makes me 
respect you that much more. Now go on and get a bit more sleep and I'll pick 
you up at two." 

CHAPTER NINE 

Morty Maltby was a fun person. When he took Doreen out, he picked her up in 
his chauffeur-driven Mercedes limousine. He took her to the finest 
department stores, and though she declined to accept any gowns or furs from 
him, she did finally let him buy her a tight-clinging sheath dress of red 
satin. She refused offers of jewelry, as well. 

"Would you care for a swim?" he asked, once they were back in the car. 

"It's still a little too early in the year for a swim," Doreen insisted. 

"Not if we use a HEATED pool." 

"Just where is there a heated pool?" she asked. 

"At my house," he said, smiling. 

"You mean you're actually going to take me home and let me see where you 
live?" 

"Why not?" he asked. "I have nothing to hide." 

"No wife waiting somewhere?" 

"Two marriages, two divorces, no more wives, and probably there never will 
be any more wives." 

The limousine wended its way through the upper class section of a Chicago 
suburb, and when it stopped, Doreen looked at the large house. It was big, 
it was impressive, and yet it wasn't the kind of mansion she had pictured 
Morty Maltby living in. 

"Why such a SMALL house?" she asked curiously as he ushered her through the 
front door and gave her spring coat and his own topcoat to the waiting 
butler. 

"I live alone," he explained. "No wives, no children, no need for 
ostentation, and certainly no need to pay higher taxes. The taxes are high 
enough." 

They walked through a large solarium to the room where he had an indoor 
swimming pool. 

"We won't be disturbed in here unless it's by phone," he explained to her. 
"Would you like to skinny-dip, or would you prefer a bathing suit." 

"I'm told a person has a little more buoyancy with a bathing suit, so if you 
don't mind. I'd rather wear one." 

"You have more than enough buoyancy," he said, looking at the fullness of 
her breasts, "but if you want a bathing suit you'll find a dressing room at 
the other end of the pool." 

The pool was oval, and the room it was in had bright-yellow walls. The pool 
itself, had light-brown tile around it, and there were two doors at the far 
end of the room. One was open and was obviously a bathroom, while the other 
was the dressing room to which Maltby had referred. 

Doreen went into the room and found about fifty bathing suits on hangers, 
different sizes, different colors, and different styles. She selected a 
one-piece, skin-tight, black bathing suit, wriggling into it after 
undressing, and when she came out, she found Maltby, in a pair of blue 
bathing trunks, waiting for her. 

The pool was heated to just the right temperature, and she swam wearing a 
bathing cap to keep her fluffy golden hair dry. The two swam for nearly an 
hour, and afterward, still wearing the bathing suits, had sandwiches. Then 
Maltby led her upstairs to the master bedroom. 

"I tend to get a little kinky about sex," he told her. "Nothing to cause 
pain or any of the B and D syndromes, but I do get a little kinky and I 
think you'll enjoy it." 

"Oh?" she asked, as he unselfconsciously pulled down his trunks, revealing a 
flaccid penis which, while not immense, was certainly nothing to be ashamed 
of. It was surrounded by the same pigmentless hair as that on his head. 

Taking the cue, Doreen wriggled out of the bathing suit and dropped it to 
the floor. She noticed Maltby eyeing her breasts, admiring their large 
fullness, and the fact that in spite of their size they were free of stretch 
marks or sag. He stared at her pink nipples and her equally pink areolae, 
two rich circles resting on a marble-white field, and he was able to clearly 
see the blue veins running through her breasts. 

She stretched, letting him take in the curved shape of her body and the 
fullness of her buttocks. 

"Just what do you mean by kinky?" she asked, noting the way he looked at the 
natural blonde sparseness covering her vagina. 

Going to a large Chippendale bureau, he opened a drawer and pulled out a 
large, thick, battery operated dildo. He tossed it into the large canopied 
bed in the middle of the room. 

"Are you going to use that on me?" 

"I just might, if you're as good as Pete says." 

"That's SOMETHING you'll have to decide for yourself," she replied, 
candidly. 

Doreen was standing in the middle of the room as the slender man walked 
behind her, pressing the front of his body into her curved back. He reached 
around and briefly cupped the fullness of her swollen breasts before 
allowing his fingers to gently glide down her belly and count her ribs. His 
hard prick was already enlarging and erecting, and Doreen was aware of it 
nudging into the crack of her ass. 

She allowed herself to lean backward, almost relaxing, letting herself rest 
against him, closing her eyes as the man's fingers continued toying with her 
nipples, making them hard. Circles of increasing pleasure radiated from her 
nipples as they began throbbing. Her aching pussy started to get wet and hot 
as she became more and more aware of his hard cock. 

He gave her full breasts a good shaking before he finally turned her around 
to face him and then crushed her against his chest, covered with hair. His 
hungering mouth melted into hers, their tongues dueling, the fullness of her 
bountiful breasts flattening against his hard chest, her nipples all but 
cutting into his flesh. 

Doreen felt at ease with Maltby, even though she was breathing more and more 
quickly as the man extended his tongue, licking hers, pulling and coaxing 
her oral organ into his own mouth where he sucked on it for a long, long 
time. Doreen found herself automatically reaching down and grabbing his 
penis, feeling heat almost burn her fingers. She thrilled at the hardness of 
him, finally moving her head backward to get a breath of air. 

"All you have to do is touch me and I get excited," she pantingly gasped as 
they walked over to the bed. From the corner of her eye she looked at the 
dildo, wondering why a man with an organ like this would even need such an 
instrument. 

"I'm going to do a lot more than just excite you," Maltby told her, panting 
almost uncontrollably, himself. 

Doreen lay down, waiting for the handsome man to take the initiative. He sat 
down alongside her supine body, his anxious hands traveling the length and 
breadth of her long legs until they finally came to rest on the sparseness 
of her blonde bush. 

Doreen instinctively spread her thighs farther apart as the man began 
playing with her moistened pink folds, rubbing them. He found her clitoris 
with no trouble at all, and he expertly parted the ultra-sensitive little 
nubbin of soft flesh, making it enlarge and harden. Excitement pulsated 
through Doreen as she found her buttocks writhing uncontrollably on the bed. 
She was unable to simply lie still. 

Now the man slipped a middle finger carefully into her sucking womanly hole 
and he started to fingerfuck her. He did it slowly, teasing her, making her 
vagina lubricate heavily. Her hands were resting on the hills of her own 
breasts as she kneaded her flesh, exciting herself more and more. 

Maltby put the forefinger of his free hand into his mouth and lubricated it 
with saliva, then slipped it beneath Doreen. The blonde felt it slowly 
penetrate into her rectum as the finger in her cunt began sliding in and out 
faster and faster. Doreen was panting and moaning as she began bucking her 
pelvis up and down, up and down, reacting to the two separate fingers which 
were buried in her, separated by a thin wall of skin. 

"OHHH!" she gasped. "You really know how to make a girl want it, don't you." 

"Dear lady, that sweet vagina of yours is going to ache for a penis." 

"It already is aching for one," she admitted. 

"You only THINK so," he teased. 

He slipped his fingers out of her two tunnels, maneuvering himself on the 
bed so he was between her thighs. He grabbed her by the hips and very easily 
lifted her up, betraying his hidden strength. Doreen draped her legs over 
the man's shoulders as he drew all kinds of short lines and circles on her 
thighs with his working tongue. 

"Lick me!" she gasped. "Lick me until I come!" 

"All in good time, dear lady." 

His tongue suddenly leaped from his mouth and slowly ran up and down the 
length of her pink slit. The full breasts of the beautiful blonde lolled 
from side to side as she writhed around and around. 

Maltby suddenly mashed his lips against her vaginal mouth, thrusting his 
tongue as far up into her seething pussy as he was able. He held it in 
there, letting it rub around and around, poking and probing, filling his 
mouth with as much of her vaginal flesh as he was able. He held his lips 
there, poking and probing with his tongue, his teeth grating against her 
outer labia, filling her with all kinds of excitedly delicious shivers. 

He sucked and licked noisily at her vagina, nibbling gently and tenderly on 
her fleshy folds, getting her hotter and hotter. His arms were locked around 
her waist almost doubling her over so that her thighs were pressed against 
her breasts as he continued eating her pussy. Doreen's breathing became 
louder and louder, and when Maltby thought the time was right, he took his 
mouth from her seething pussy and very gently lowered her buttocks to the 
bed. His lips and cheeks were heavily smeared with her lubrication. He ran 
his tongue across his mouth, lapping up the smears of juices on his lips, 
letting her know without words that he liked what he tasted. 

"Mmmmmmm!" she gasped. "I want that WONDERFUL cock of yours ploughing into 
me so badly, I can all but taste it," she said to him. 

"You can?" he asked. 

"Uh huh," she nodded. 

"How would you like to sit on my face and let me lick some more?" he asked, 
lying flat on his back. 

"You're a real cutie." 

"Come on," he urged. "Give it a try." 

"You bet I will. Just try stopping me." 

She positioned herself so that her rounded buttocks were directly over his 
face. Then she leaned forward and without even thinking about it, swirled 
her tongue around the throbbing head of his pulsating cock, gripping its 
base very firmly before licking it up and down. Her hands caressed his 
testicles as her mouth continued laving his cock, thrilling at the smooth 
texture of his skin, enjoying the smoothness, as well as the bumpiness of 
the outstanding veins. 

Maltby rubbed the soft, seemingly pampered skin of the lovely girl's 
buttocks as she traced one of the veins encircling his cock with the tip of 
her tongue. Her breasts swung gently from side to side, the solid, erect 
nipples occasionally grazing his belly. 

Doreen nuzzled her short nose into his pubic hairs, while her tongue licked 
and swathed his testicles. The ends of her own long, fluffy blonde hair came 
down around either side of her face, tickling his upper thighs as she tried 
to force the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in the head of his 
throbbing cock. 

Widely spreading the cheeks of her ass, Maltby exposed the pucker of her 
crinkly brown asshole. He moved his head up and ran his tongue around its 
perimeter before pressing against it, trying to force his tongue into the 
tight circle of flesh. The lovely girl quivered as she opened her mouth to 
engulf the onion-shaped head of his huge throbbing cock. Rich waves of 
delightful pleasure and satisfaction washed over her trembling body and she 
felt the tension in her chest increasing. 

Moving her head downward, Doreen slowly but surely filled her mouth with the 
thickness of his pulsating penis, enjoying the stiffness of it. Her lips 
squeezed the exciting thickness as hard as they dared, while at the same 
time she felt tingles in her asshole as Maltby continued poking gently at 
it. 

Then he took a couple of playful nips at the rounded cheeks of her lovely 
ass. 

Doreen was breathing heavily through flared nostrils as she began bobbing 
her beautiful face up and down, her hands resting on the man's thighs. 
Maltby took his fingers and spread the tender lips of her pink pussy apart, 
revealing the lush pink of her inner flesh. He studied her cuntal interior 
carefully for a few moments before once again mashing his mouth against the 
opening, thrusting his long tongue into her canal. 

Doreen breathed faster and faster, twisting her face abruptly from side to 
side on his penis, moving her head lower while wiggling her buttocks as she 
continually responded to his probing tongue and the way it was making her 
feel. She pressed downward, grinding her aching vagina into his face as hard 
as she was able. 

Maltby moved his pelvis upward slightly, causing the head of his cock to 
sink into the lovely lady's throat. Her hands were on his testicles, teasing 
and tickling them all the while. Pressure continued to build steadily in her 
and the lovely blonde found herself madly writhing, seeking needed release. 
Maltby flicked his tongue in and out of her vagina, lapping at her inner 
walls. 

The beautiful blonde stopped sucking on his hard cock and sat back, moving 
her crotch in a tight circle as she fought for her oncoming orgasm. Maltby 
nibbled on her erect clitoris and the lovely blonde felt the climax 
beginning to well within her velvety vagina. 

"A 
AAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNG-GGHHHAAAGGGH-HHAAARRRGGG-HHHAAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHHUNGH!"m
she gurgled out loud, and the tension inside her slowly slipped away. She 
spasmed, moaning and sighing as thick waves of fluid rolled from her vaginal 
canal into Morty Maltby's sucking face. He continued to noisily, hungrily 
slurping the delicious cream out of her, swallowing it. The beautiful 
blonde's tight pussy contracted once again and she found herself reaching 
another orgasm. Drops of colorless juice dribbled from between her quivering 
hot cuntlips. The handsome man drew all her liquid into his sucking mouth, 
licking with his tongue, his fingers cutting into her buttocks to keep her 
as steady as possible. 

The beautiful Doreen moaned loudly, the muscular cords in her neck standing 
out as she stared straight up at the ceiling as if the power of her orgasm 
was lifting her upward. One quick climax followed another, and she began a 
slow, downward descent. All the while Morty Maltby licked, cleaning out her 
cunt with his tongue, and when he was through, Doreen lifted a leg and 
crawled off him. 

Her whole body was tingling and alive. Her face flushed and reddened, and 
her full breasts bounced as they heaved up and down on her chest. Maltby's 
cheeks glistened with her lubrication still warm from her body. 

"No one has EVER used his mouth on me like that," she gasped. 

One of her hands had strayed to her vagina and she was rubbing it as if she 
were trying to keep the level of excitement where it had been. She was 
afraid to feel the pleasure slowly ebbing from her trembling body. 

"Did anyone ever tell you how good your cunt tastes?" he asked. 

Doreen reached out and stroked the length of his cock with her fingertips. 
His taste was still rich in her mouth and touching his cock somehow seemed 
to make the flavor last a little longer. He folded his arms beneath his 
head, lying flat on his back. 

"No," she admitted. 

"Hey," he said, nodding his head at his penis, "why don't you just go ahead 
and put that thing where it'll do the most good." 

"Goodness, such an exciting decision to make." 

"You'll come up with something." 

"I already have," she nodded, gasping. "Are you tired already?" 

"Well, that workout did take a little out of me," he admitted. "Would you 
like to get on top of me and make believe you're the man?" 

One of his outstretched hands was resting on her heated vagina, rubbing the 
down soft fur, keeping her cunt, hot, wet, and anxious to fuck. 

"I'll sit on top of you if you wish," she smiled. "But I'll never be a man, 
nor do I ever want to PRETEND I am." 

The man gave her tender cuntlips a gentle pinch as she sat up and squatted 
on top of him. Reaching down, she gripped his cock, guiding its head into 
the entrance of her vagina, and then she slowly lowered herself down, down, 
down. She stared straight down between her breasts, watching as inch after 
inch of solidly hard cock passed into her vaginal depths, spreading her 
narrow walls wide apart, slowly filling up her canal. 

"HHHUUUHHH!" she gasped. "It feels as if its halfway into my belly." 

"Next time try a stallion if you want a cock into your belly," he teased. 

"I think I already have one right here," she grunted. 

Doreen began moving her tight pussy around and around in small circles, 
causing the head of Maltby's throbbing penis to rub against her in new, 
exciting places all the way up inside her teeming hot cunt. The man reached 
up and filled his hand with her beautiful full breasts, pushing against them 
as Doreen lifted her ass up and leaned forward, giving him enough room to 
move his own hips, enabling him to do the fucking even though he was 
underneath. 

He moved his throbbing prick in and out of her tight snatch feeling 
delightful suction and wonderful resistance, his rhythm smooth and 
completely relaxed. Doreen instantly shut her eyes tightly and leaned 
forward into his hands a little more, concentrating completely on the way 
his throbbing cock was making her feel. Her open mouth sucked in air as the 
tension began building once more. 

The slight depression under her full breasts blended into the hard flatness 
of her stomach. The sensuous, hairy V into which the man continually pounded 
his throbbing cock spawned two widely spread thighs, the muscles hard and 
straight. 

He removed his hands from her full breasts so he was able to watch them 
tremble and shake and sway as he fucked her. Low moans escaped from deep in 
her trembling throat as he increased his speed, spearing upward, constantly 
slapping his crotch into hers. The beautiful woman's hot cunt felt like a 
burning wet glove as she began tightening her vaginal muscles. 

Tiny droplets of perspiration began running down Doreen's sides. She was 
fucking superbly, and though it was obvious she had yet to learn many of the 
little tricks, Morty Maltby had the feeling that when it came to fucking, 
she would eventually be one of the great ones. 

The slender man began pinching her nipples, flooding her slender breasts 
with pleasure. Then he moved his head up and began sucking on one of them, 
devouring the nipple, licking it, biting it, doing all kinds of things to it 
to make Doreen happy. She grabbed his head and crushed it against her breast 
as he opened his mouth and took as much of the huge mammary as he was able. 
At the same time she lifted herself a little higher, adjusting as he picked 
up speed, slamming his crotch against hers again and again and again. 

Maltby lay back down, tightly holding onto the lovely lady's rotating hips, 
right where the crease was; those two lines that led directly to the hot 
little pussy that, having climaxed already, was more than anxious to do so 
again. 

Doreen stared down between her spread thighs and watched as the large salami 
that was his lubricated penis moved in and out of her, rubbing against her 
clitoris. He began rhythmically stroking her, breathing hard, his stomach 
muscles tight. 

"HAAARRRDERRR!" she gasped. "MAKE ME COMMMMME!" 

The beautiful blonde's body was like a well-tuned instrument in the 
orchestra with which she played, only Morty Maltby was the one doing the 
playing, and he was playing quite well. He put on a savage burst of speed, 
making her move so high, his cock slipped out of her, and when she came back 
down again, it pressed against her clitoris. She leaned against him, rubbing 
her shuddering clit against the bottom of his cock so swiftly, that the next 
climax soon enveloped her." 

"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAGGHH!" she gasped, embracing the orgasm as 
Maltby continued tattooing her clitoris with the underside of his thrusting 
cock. 

Lifting herself up once again, she came straight down, and this time 
engulfed his penis, pulling it back into her dilating, spasming hole. Oils 
flooded her vagina and her body was wracked with pleasures no man had ever 
been able to give her before. She overflowed, hot, sticky droplets oozing 
from between her cuntlips and splashing down all over the man's loins. 

He continued his pace through it was difficult to move with the way her 
leeching lips gripped his stiff cock. Maltby realized that she had complete 
control of him even though she didn't realize it. Her cunt was squeezing the 
base of his cock so tightly, it felt as if her labia might snip the penis 
from his body. At the moment he was no better or worse than any jungle cat 
using its cock to subdue the female feline of its choice. Inwardly he was 
listening to and obeying an ageless law that knew no species. 

Doreen clenched her teeth tightly together, continuing to squeeze his cock 
as hard as she was able to with her vaginal muscles, her eyes looking dazed 
and glassy. The more she came the more she wanted to climax again. Her 
entire body was heatedly wet, and pleasure ran amok inside her, causing her 
to react like the bitch-in-heat she knew herself to be. 

Leaning down, she crushed her open mouth against that of the man, sucking 
hungrily on his tongue as Morty Maltby purposely slowed his pace. The 
tightness of her vagina was in no way diminished by the presence of her 
added lubricity which Maltby felt washing over his penis, bathing it in 
thick, wet warmth. 

Doreen sat down on him and he stopped fucking her. His balls were swollen in 
their tight, protective sac, and he wondered what was going through her 
mind. 

"Yes," she admitted, "I suppose that's what I've become. I'm a hungry little 
bitch, hungry for a good cock every now and again, and getting hungrier all 
the time. A man like you makes me feel more like a woman than any other 
who's ever fucked me." 

"That's stretching things a little," he laughed, enjoying the flattery. "You 
were probably just born with a hot pussy," he told her, kneading her 
breasts. 

"I... ohhhhhh... that feels so good," she admitted. 

"It's going to feel even better," Maltby insisted. "Hang on!" 

He lifted her buttocks and then started solidly fucking her, using long, 
deep, penetrating strokes that quickly brought the blonde once again back to 
her former level of thrilled excitement. Not that Doreen had ever really 
cooled down. 

His hands, which had been teasing the hairs of her fuzzy pussy, now slid 
over her flat belly, lingering on her lovely breasts for a moment, then 
moving up to tickle the sides of her throat. 

Doreen never saw his hand reach out for the dildo that lay beside him on the 
bed. It was long and thick, longer and thicker than any real penis she had 
ever encountered, but he wasn't thinking of plunging it into her cunt at 
that moment. 

Pulling her down, he felt the fullness of her rounded breasts squeezing 
against his chest. Then he reached around and began rubbing the head of the 
dildo against the tiny crinkle of her anus. 

"Not inside!" she gasped. "I'll never be able to take it." 

"Not inside," he assured her, and suddenly switched it on. 

The vibrations against her rectal opening made her shudder, and she began 
bouncing up and down on his throbbing cock. She moved without stopping, 
without thinking, without being able to bring herself under control, and 
suddenly she was climaxing again, shrieking, 
AAAYYYAAARRRGGGH-HHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAUUUGGG-HHHWWWAAAGGGHHHAAAIIIGGGHHH!" 

Her violent movement was just enough to set Maltby off, and he began firing 
his load into her seething cunt, bellowing, OHHH... 
HHHAAANNNGGGHHHEEEAAAGGGHHH... GGGHHHAAA-NNNGGGHHH... HHHUUUNNIMGGGHHH!" 

He dropped the dildo and pulled her against him, kissing her mouth hard, 
biting her lips and teeth, swapping saliva with her as her arms tightened 
around his neck. Then it was over, and she lay there on top of him, feeling 
his heavy semen drip out of her though the penis remained locked inside 
because of the tight way her cuntlips gripped the base, refusing to let the 
blood retreat. 

CHAPTER TEN 

"Pete Pecan was right when he explained about you," Maltby told her as, 
fully dressed, he and Doreen were eating dinner in his huge dining room. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Doreen asked. 

"Your orgasms are overpowering," he explained. "What's more, they last a 
long, long time. I happen to know that no matter how tightly you squeeze 
with your vagina, you can't cut off my penis. But it seems Pete and all 
those others you mentioned are afraid of being emasculated by you." 

Doreen shrugged. It was good to know she held some kind of power over these 
men. But her sexual desire was mounting because of what they had initially 
done to her. She needed more and more satisfaction. What Morty Maltby had 
done with her that afternoon had just about satisfied her. What was going to 
happen the next time? Was it going to reach a point where, no matter how 
many orgasms she achieved, she would never be able to have satisfaction? 
Christ! She felt as if she were turning into some kind of succubus. 

"It might be a good idea for you to start looking for satisfaction outside 
the orchestra," Maltby told her. "If the men become too frightened of you, 
they may insist Pecan fire you. Then you'll be stranded and without work. 
The orchestra isn't big enough at the present time so that individual 
members are known well enough." 

"Maybe you can help me there," Doreen said. 

"I can, and I will," Maltby told her. "On all Pecan orchestra records. I'll 
see to it your name is mentioned as being featured at the piano." 

"Thank you," Doreen smiled. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The recording sessions were a huge success, and Doreen was overjoyed when 
Maltby insisted on a record of semi-classical Chopin that allowed her to 
show off her skills at the piano. Since it was Doreen's sexual prowess that 
had gotten the orchestra its recording contract, Pete Pecan was in no 
position to refuse. 

Now, however, their big break was to come. Some New York nightclub owners, 
looking for new talent, had heard the orchestra in Chicago, and one of them. 
The Purple Owl, the newest, most chic nightclub in New York, was looking for 
a permanent orchestra. It meant very HIGH PAY, and EVERYONE in the orchestra 
was OVERJOYED. 

When they finished their nightclub stint in Chicago, they rested while Pete 
Pecan went on ahead to set up something with the head of The Purple Owl. He 
told the orchestra members to rehearse a couple of hours every day to make 
sure they didn't go stale. 

The orchestra was put in charge of Andy Pecan, Pete's son. Though Andy 
didn't have his father's good looks, he wasn't bad-looking, and he had a 
nicer personality than his dad. Everyone liked him, even Doreen. 

One particular afternoon Andy came over to her and said, "Hey, uhhh... look, 
Doreen, you don't have to do anything for me if you don't want to, but the 
guys have been saying how you kinda keep 'em happy when they're 
down-in-the-dumps." 

"You don't look down-in-the-dumps," she teased. "Come on, Andy, what you're 
saying is, you want your piece of me, huh." 

"Well, gee. I've never thought of it that way. I mean, really, I have a 
lotta respect for you, but... " 

"But you want to fuck me," Doreen snapped. "Well, like father like son. Come 
on, Andy, let's go to my room and get it over with." 

"Hey now, come on, I didn't mean it that way. You know fucking is not 
something you do just to get it over with." 

"Hey!" It was Frank Southside, the trombone player who interrupted. Frank 
was the oldest member of the group, about fifty-five, and he was short, 
scrawny and wrinkled. He had black hair with grey streaks, what was left of 
it, and it was obvious he had never gotten on with women. 

Andy, who was a good eight inches taller than Frank, with a mustache just 
like his father's though the rest of his face looked more like his mother's 
side of the family with a thicker nose and a smaller chin than his father, 
was still gullible. If an older person spoke, he automatically accepted the 
wisdom of that older person simply because of the man's age, not stopping to 
think that some people are born with half a brain and die with it 
undeveloped. 

"What is it, Frank?" Andy asked. 

"One thing you gotta learn," Frank said to the youth. "You don't ASK this 
cunt anything. You tell her. Shit! She's fucked for everyone else in the 
goddamn orchestra, she oughta fuck for you, not to mention me." 

"I don't think I'd care to sleep with you, Frank," Doreen said to him. "I 
don't like you." 

"You gonna let her talk to me like that?" Frank asked Andy. "Your old man 
would never put up with it. Hey, come on, let's go to my room, and we can 
really make her work, there." 

"Shove it, Frank!" she replied. 

"Hey, Doreen," Andy said, "You shouldn't talk to Frank that way. Now you're 
gonna do as he says, or I'll have to tell pa when he gets back." 

Doreen knew her future was in jeopardy because of the scrawny little 
trombone player. Damn him! He was the one member of the orchestra she had 
wanted nothing to do with. But at the moment it appeared she had no choice. 

"All right, all right," she nodded, and they walked to Frank's room. 

Once they were inside, Frank said to Andy, "You just let me handle this. 
We're both gonna have the fucking of our lives. Now, suppose you strip down, 
bitch!" he said, turning to Doreen. 

Sighing, Doreen removed her clothing, letting the two men gape at her. Andy 
was almost drooling at the sight of her delightful white thighs. 

"Now," Frank said, having assumed command, "why don't you tell Andy how much 
you want him to fuck you." 

Doreen repressed a shudder, looking at the skinny little man, wanting to hit 
him, knowing if she did it would spell finis to her career with the 
orchestra. 

"You tell him," she finally snapped. 

Frank's hand reached out and smacked her across the face, taking her 
completely off-guard. 

Tell Andy you WANT him to fuck you," Frank insisted. "Come on, tell him how 
hot and wet your cunt is and how it just ACHES for his cock. He's a MAN now, 
not a kid." 

"I don't like saying such words," she told him. 

"All the better," Frank snapped. "I will enjoy hearing you say things you 
don't want to say." 

Doreen rubbed her burning cheek. Once, a long, long time ago, words had been 
important. Now, they didn't mean a damn thing. 

"All right, all right," she muttered. Standing spraddle-legged, she said, 
"Come on, Andy. I want you to fuck me." She saw him staring at the pinkness 
beneath her golden muff, and she said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, 
"Look at my cunt, Andy. It's all wet and hot because it wants your cock 
inside it." 

Andy was staring all glassy eyed. He was already struggling to get out of 
his clothing, almost tripping himself in his haste to get undressed. 

Frank motioned for Doreen to lie down on the bed, and when she did so, he 
sat on the edge of the bed and reached forward and began massaging her heavy 
breasts with his hands. He teased and plucked at the big nipples until they 
stood up like hard, pink rubber prongs. Then he stroked his fingers along 
her inner thighs, rubbing them between the plump petals of her vagina. 

Doreen had expected to be totally repulsed because of what this man was 
doing, but no, he seemed to know what to do with women, and if he, himself, 
was an obnoxious bastard, he still seemed to know how to touch a woman. She 
made a moaning sound as the man's knowing fingers sought the small, hard 
pink pearl of her clitoris, and then began agitating it with devastating 
erotic effect. 

Frank began laughing scornfully as Doreen's excitement became obvious." 

"Hell!" Frank muttered. "I knew you were hot, but I never dreamed you'd get 
this hot so easily. That cunt of yours must turn on at the SLIGHTEST 
excuse." 

It was true. All the inhibitions and reserve she'd had before, when she had 
initially joined the orchestra, had, day after day, lay after lay, melted 
away. Her entire attitude toward sex, which had been initially a feeling of 
the unknown, and then a feeling of heated desire, was, with these two, pure 
physical lust but with no other inner feelings whatsoever. 

Frank's fingers pushed themselves into her fertile furrow, and that was when 
Doreen's hips began wildly responding. She noted with a certain grim 
satisfaction that what he was doing to her was affecting him even more than 
it was affecting her, and the front of his pants bulged ominously. "Hey, 
don't make her come before I climb into her," Andy said now swaggering a 
little, feeling more sure of himself. He tugged off his undershirt, then 
dropped his shorts, revealing that he wasn't quite the man his father was in 
the length and breadth department where his penis was concerned. 

"We're gonna fuck us up a storm," Frank Southside said, salivating. 

"What a repulsive little beast you are," Doreen said to him as he also 
undressed and her eyes roamed over his fish belly white flesh with no hair 
anywhere other than on his groin and under his arms. What really almost made 
her laugh out loud was the scrawny cock he displayed, and she wondered if 
she would even feel anything if he ever put it inside her. 

Andy knelt by the side of the bed and watched as Frank withdrew his dripping 
fingers from Doreen's sopping pussy. "Wow! Look at her, Andy," Frank gasped. 
"Isn't she one hot-looking little bitch?" 

Andy's chin was now resting on Doreen's thigh, indenting the soft, silken 
flesh as he stared at the rosy depths held open for his inspection. 
"Mmmmmmm!" he hummed. "Look at all those folds and gullies. And that lovely 
hole. It's opening and closing as if it's sucking in air. You know, this is 
the first time I've ever seen a female cunt." 

Frank's snicker was almost contemptuous. 

Doreen was on fire now, and she knew that much as she detested Frank, she 
would even let him fuck him with his puny pecker if it meant physical 
satisfaction. She craved to be filled. 

"Boy, that cunt is really something," Andy said, and reached a finger into 
Doreen's vulva, rolling the slippery lips around and pushing a finger into 
the moist recess he found so fascinating. 

Doreen clenched her teeth to keep from gasping, and even then she almost did 
when Frank suddenly plucked at her clitoris to make it stand up while he 
instructed Andy, telling him, "This is a woman's clit. When you rub it they 
get all hot and bothered. Anything else you want to know before you put it 
to her, Andy?" 

Andy giggled almost nervously, and said, "Yeah, I'd like to see her 
asshole." 

"One ASSHOLE coming up," Frank laughed. "You heard him, Doreen. Roll onto 
your belly and show him your asshole." 

Doreen sighed and did as Frank instructed. One more indignity didn't seem to 
matter any longer. 

"Wider!" Frank said, and clutching a quivering white asscheek in each hand, 
as he began pulling them apart as wide as they would go. 

"That's it, huh," Andy said, leaning forward, breathing all over the brown, 
prune-like pucker. 

"That's it," Frank nodded, rubbing a finger across the webbed aperture, 
causing another erotic sensation to blister its way through the shuddering 
Doreen. "See the way she moved? You can fuck a woman in the ass just like 
you can a cunt." 

"Maybe," Andy nodded, "but I think I'd rather fuck the cunt this time." 

"Sure thing," Frank nodded. "Okay, Doreen, over on your back again." 

Doreen flopped over onto her back again. This was getting boring and 
monotonous. She didn't particularly care how shameful the situation was, but 
she did crave a hard cock-the feel of male flesh penetrating her vagina and 
assuaging the DESPERATE ache in there." 

"You know," Andy said, "pop said I oughta stay away from Doreen, but hell, I 
think I'm old enough to shag a woman. I always thought my first lay would be 
with one of those dumb teenyboppers who're always following the orchestra 
around-you know, those dumb groupies. Frank d'you think it's better to fuck 
a woman than a girl?" 

"From what I hear about this one, she has a real snapper for a cunt, so I 
figure she oughta be really something special. Hey, you go ahead and take 
firsts with her. I'll wait until you're finished, and then I'll take my turn 
with her." 

So THAT was the way it was going to be. Doreen didn't really know why she 
ought to have expected anything else, but she didn't know that Frank had a 
long afternoon planned. He might not have had a lot of stamina in being able 
to hold out for any length of time, but he figured he'd be able to shoot at 
least twice into her. He also figured Andy was good for TWO shots, and he 
intended making an entire afternoon of it. 

Andy's hairy body was pressing against hers as he lay on top of her, his 
belly pushing clumsily into her abdomen while he jabbed his slender member 
at her crotch. Leaning heavily on her ballooning breasts, the somewhat inept 
youth swiveled his hips and tried harder for better contact with her vagina. 
He succeeded only in slamming the tip of his cock against her plump 
cuntlips, then skidding along the wet inner groove and bypassing the opening 
he sought. 

"Come on, already," Doreen gasped, feeling more and more hungry to have him 
embed himself inside her, yet hating herself for urging him on, yet unable 
to deny the overwhelming sensuousness engulfing her. "Oh hell! Let me help, 
already!" 

Fumbling between their bodies, the woman grasped the slender length that was 
Andy's penis and guided it directly into her dilated cavity. Andy grunted 
and moved jerkily against her. 

"Wow!" Andy gasped, "this feel terrific," but the shallow penetration of the 
slender organ only added to her frustration. 

"Damnit, already," she snapped exasperatedly, and surged upward in an effort 
to draw the erratically pumping pecker deeper. 

Breathing heavily through his open mouth, Andy began fucking with quick, 
rapid strokes but with absolutely no rhythm or strength and Doreen did her 
best to meet his thrusts, clutching him tightly to her to make the most of 
his immature strivings, and just when his stabbings were finally beginning 
to get to her, and her body started feeling the first stirrings of pleasure 
from their plainly mismatched coupling, Andy grunted and began squirting a 
long, thin stream of semen into her molten interior. 

"Hey man," Andy said cheerfully, pulling out, waving his already shrunken 
penis, "I did it! I fucked a real woman. Her cunt is full of my sperm." 

"Damn you, you can't leave me like this!" Doreen shouted at him. 

Frank laughed and said, "Don't yell at the kid, Doreen. I'll finish you off 
real nice." 

Skinny as his cock was, Doreen welcomed it gladly, crying out with happiness 
as her muscles tightened around the slender organ and it sank into her 
lusting morass of quivering need. 

"It's his first time," Frank explained, his bad breath making Doreen turn 
her head. "Don't worry, he'll get it up again, and you'll see, he'll fuck up 
a storm inside you." 

Frank began ramming at her and his rigid penis pushed as far into her as it 
was able to go. He wanted to hurt her, but his cock was so thin, it would 
not have been able to do so even if she had been dry, which she wasn't at 
the moment, filled with the lather Andy had deposited in her. She closed her 
eyes against his wrinkled, evil grinning face and pretended it was someone 
else fucking her, anyone else. 

Lowering his slender form fully against her body, Frank began jackhammering 
his hips and driving relentlessly, pounding his shaft in and out of her 
tightly clasping, vibrating channel. Doreen locked her heels behind his 
knees and arched upward to meet each jolting lunge. As she responded 
violently to the man's driving assault, Doreen forgot everything, including 
the fact that it was obnoxious Frank Southside who was fucking her. 

But Frank didn't want her to forget him. 

"How do you like this, you hot bitch!" he rasped, almost spitting in her ear 
as he pounded into her. "How does it feel having that wet cunt of yours 
filled with a real cock." 

"I like it!" Doreen admitted, and continued rocking under him like a cradle, 
the tender, sensitive walls of her vagina quaking against the steely piston 
of his slender penis. 

Her breath was suddenly caught in a sobbing gasp and then she was 
climaxing." 

"AAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" 

Frank came silently at the same time, his sperm shooting into her and 
mingling with that of Andy Pecan. He stayed in her until he had shrunk, then 
pulled his penis out, and said, "We'll wait awhile and then go at it again." 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

Doreen Barton, idealistic young piano player who was going to make it with a 
big time orchestra lay between two sweaty, naked masculine bodies, trying to 
convince herself there was still a future for her after this terrible 
happening. The golden tuft of her pubis was matted and sticky with the 
ejaculatory fluid of both males. Minutes had turned into an hour, and it was 
already a second hour since she had been trapped here. 

"Hey, you know," Andy said, "I'm getting nice and hard again. Just looking 
at her naked cunt is ENOUGH to get me all hot and bothered." 

"Me too," Frank admitted, reaching down and feeling his reawakening cock 
swelling and stiffening. "Let's try something different. Hey, what say we 
BOTH fuck her cunt at the SAME TIME?" 

"Huh? How?" Andy asked. 

"Don't sweat it, kid," Frank said to him. "All you have to do is shove your 
cock into her cunt from in front, then I'll move behind her and slam my 
prick into her pussy from the rear. She'll stretch wide enough to take the 
two of us." 

"That's part of the fun of it," Frank laughed. "If the hole isn't big enough 
to start with, why we just keep on pressuring it until it opens up wide 
enough. We CAN do it." 

That got through to Doreen, who decided there were limits to what she was 
willing to do, and she sat up, snapping, "Not to me, you can't." She tried 
scrambling off the bed, but Frank proved himself surprisingly strong and 
slammed her right back down again. 

"You ain't goin' NOWHERE honey," Frank snapped, hauling her back between the 
two of them by her ankle. "You just relax and enjoy it. Andy, grab her 
wrists and hold her hands up over her head and I'll sit on her legs for the 
moment. She'll quit fighting as soon as we get her all warmed up. They ALL 
quit fighting once THEY get hot." 

Frank had the boy stretch out on his back. Then he tumbled Doreen on top of 
him, face-down. With an arm around her waist, he used his other hand to 
whack her rump, hoisting her to her knees. "Okay, whore," he snapped at her, 
"let's see you spear that cunt of yours on Andy's cock on the first try." 

Doreen grimaced with disgust as she looked down at the youth's upstanding 
penis, a poor imitation of his father's. She promised herself, once this 
night was over, she would never again have anything to do with Frank or any 
of the other basically sadistic members of the orchestra. The sooner Gerry 
Link wanted to break away, the sooner she was willing to go with him. She 
would get away from this group somehow, even if Gerry had changed his mind. 
She'd get in touch with Maltby and ask him to help her. 

God! All this seemed like a drawn-out nightmare. Here she was, in essence at 
the beck and call of every member of the orchestra, her body being used as a 
repository for sperm in spite of the fact that they were unaware what kind 
of protection she might be using. Hell! If she were a female dog, she would 
have been impregnated a half-dozen times, already. This was cruelty. They 
were taking advantage of her helplessness to force her to their wills. 
Somehow she would break away from all this. 

Poised over Andy Pecan's short stub of a penis, she let herself slowly ease 
down until the lips of her vagina touched the youth's hot flesh. Andy 
grunted out his delighted pleasure as her satin softness made contact with 
his upstanding erection. 

"Wow!" he gasped. "I don't know why pa told me to steer clear of you. You 
sure know how to fuck," the boy gaspingly moaned as she sank slowly down on 
his rigidly upstanding stump. "You must've had one helluva lot of practice." 

Because she had not come with Andy's cock inside her, the boy was totally 
unaware of the sucking power of her cunt. 

Though Frank Southside was aware of it, he was so horny and so anxious for 
more of her, he wasn't frightened by the pulling power of her labia. So both 
of them would be back for more in the future if she allowed it. 

"I don't think she'd done that much fucking," Frank said to the youth, 
reaching around and starting to tweak her two nipples as they swung freely 
downward. "Hell! 

Some women are just NATURAL-BORN WHORES. 

She's ONE of them. When she really learns how to fuck, she'll be able to 
take on six men at once and not even think about it." 

Mentally, the lovely blonde Doreen was doing her best to reject everything 
Frank was saying, but she didn't bother to verbally argue with him, partly 
because she knew it really didn't matter what he thought, and partly because 
in spite of the boy's slender penis, just feeling it inside her was getting 
her all hot and bothered again. 

Being on top, she was totally in control and was able to use Andy's 
inadequate shaft for her own inner satisfaction even more than for HIS 
pleasure. She began raising and lowering her seething crotch, rotating 
slowly and allowing the masculine slender stiffness to tease the 
nerve-endings in the walls of her super-heated womanly passageway. Each 
delightful contact sent little shocks of thrillingly erotic joy shooting 
through her trembling body. In this position she was able to make the most 
of Andy's less-than-overwhelming masculinity. She rubbed forward and back, 
feeling the bristly hairs on his pelvis massaging her clitoris. The faster 
she rubbed, the more intensely she felt the friction. 

She almost forgot about Frank for the moment as she savored the wonderfully 
delightful thrills being transmitted from her tight nether regions to the 
deepest, farthest reaches of her body. Andy added to the intensification of 
her pleasure by reaching for her dangling breasts, suspended over his face, 
and pulling on the nipples, kneading them gently, using none of Frank's 
intentional roughness. The boy tugged one of them to his lips and began 
sucking at the distended nipple while rubbing his tongue flatly against it. 
All the time the lovely woman was grinding her vagina against his groin, 
continually writhing, wriggling, and undulating as her sexual tensions 
continued mounting and building. She was lost in sheer, lustful abandon. 

Abruptly she was aware of the movement behind her and realized Frank was 
there. His flat belly was curving itself to the shape of her buttocks, and 
his only slightly thicker shaft was nosing into the damp, sodden crease 
between the voluptuous mounds at the backs of her thighs. She had known what 
the man was intending to do, but she had lulled herself into a dreamy state 
of utter disbelief, thinking he wouldn't do what he actually stated he was 
going to do. She knew quick fear, feeling the slender penis starting to 
slide between her womanly thighs, shoving at the opening to her sexual 
organ. By himself, Frank, as slender as his cock was, was still enough to 
fill her if she clamped down tightly with her vaginal muscles. She didn't 
need his penis added to the even skinnier one she was presently riding. 

"You got a new thrill coming, you cunt!" Frank rasped in her ear. "You're 
gonna learn two cocks are better than one. Baby, this is something you're 
gonna love." 

Using his two hands, the man spread her thighs farther and farther apart and 
began butting the bulbous head of his skinny wang against the lower end of 
her labia. Doreen gasped, squealing as she tried to lift herself off Andy, 
trying to escape the menacing stake about to be nailed into her. 

"Help me hold her," Frank was hissing, wrapping his arms around Doreen's 
middle. 

Andy reached up and placed his hands on the blonde's shoulders and clutched 
her to him all the more fiercely. Doreen felt Frank lunge forward, sending 
his penis in a savage quest seeking the same entrance into which the other 
penis was driving. There was a squishy sound as solid masculine flesh 
pushed, ramming between Andy's small probing joint and the back wall of her 
vagina. The thin probe stretched her when added to the other cock, widening 
her more than she would have believed, and the pain was so intense she 
expected to feel her membranes rupture at any moment." 

"AAAUUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH!" she gasped out loud as a terrible pain 
continued following the progress of the insistent second stalk as it 
continued boring into her, scraping against Andy's lesser tool and dragging 
at Doreen's inner membranes. Her tight sheath continued to slowly yield 
under the steady pressure, but Frank had to work for every inch of 
penetration. He grunted, gasped, and pushed, forcing the woman's elastic 
tube to stretch just enough to admit his invading rod. Even though he and 
Andy had two slender penises, together the two organs were thicker than any 
single male penis she'd ever had shoved into her. After every advance, Frank 
followed up his advantage by rotating his body, screwing slowly and 
triumphantly into her reluctant vagina. 

"Ungh!" Doreen gasped. "Stop! It hurts! Oh God! It hurts so much!" 

"It doesn't hurt me," Frank told her. "In fact, it feels really great as far 
as I'm concerned. Come on, Doreen, start concentrating on how groovy it all 
feels. If you're going to be a good whore you'll have to learn to take two 
cocks in your cunt, two in your mouth, one in your asshole, one in each 
hand, and one under each armpit and never once blink an eyelash." 

The beautiful woman was sobbing in helpless despair. She felt as though she 
were about to faint with a combination of pain and revulsion. Once again 
there was this sense of feeling totally conquered. 

Frank thrust harder, continually rotating his hips and grunting with 
satisfaction at every little bit of progress he made. Streaking flashes of 
lightning, building all kinds of indescribable sensation in the helpless 
Doreen continued shuddering through her each time the ruthless second penis 
advanced, and she was certain some portion of her inner flesh was going to 
split at the next assault. 

But nothing did split. Gradually, little by little, she began to realize the 
deeper he went, the less painful everything was feeling. It may have been 
that the pleasurable stimulation of Andy's upward surges tended to deaden 
the hurt inside her, or it was possible the torment eased as the expandable 
channel of her cunt finally adjusted to the dual invasion of the two 
penises. In any case, the ache itself was starting to diminish, and the hot 
friction in her passage which had initially caused her pain was becoming a 
flaming massage. 

"See," Frank laughed to Andy. "She's like a rubber band inside. "Soon she'll 
have a cunt wide enough to hold a horse cock. By the time you and I get 
through with her she'll go looking for a rutting stallion." 

Doreen realized Frank was even sicker, mentally, than she had originally 
believed. No matter what he did to her, she wasn't going to degrade herself 
by chasing after animals. She was grateful her elasticity was such she was 
able to snap back to her original tightness each time a cock finally pulled 
out of her, and she had no doubt she would be able to do it again, once 
these two monsters were finished with her. 

At the moment she didn't have time to speculate on the evil of what they 
were doing. The feeling of being tightly pinned between the two male bodies, 
of having so much masculine flesh inside her tunnel at one time, was 
starting to make her react. As the full length of Frank's skinny little 
organ skewered her cunt from the rear, and Andy's even skinnier organ slid 
in along with it, she found herself experiencing a fantastic wildfire of 
delightful carnal bliss that began driving her to bounce between them with 
savage force, slamming her weight down on Andy. The boy, who had never known 
a woman before Doreen, was taken completely by surprise, and he was 
terrified. Doreen rolled and bucked and heaved so furiously that Frank had 
to cling tightly to her to keep from being bounced right off her each time 
her backstroke caused her ass to slam against him. 

"Too much!" Andy groaned as her cunt began tightly squeezing the two penises 
now, trying to crush the life from both of them. "You're... uhhh... 
killiinnng meeeeee, Doreen. Oooooooh! You're too much woman for meee... " 

"I'd... uhhh... like to kill the both of you with my cunt... " she gasped. 
"Now just shut up and fuck! You started all this, now let's do it right!" 

"Goddamn you!" Frank cursed from behind her, growling into her ear. "You may 
be too much for a kid like Andy, but you'll never be too much for me!" 

He tried matching his words with action, doing his best to pound into the 
woman until Doreen felt she had become a mere attachment of the two penises. 
Still she squeezed, knowing she would get to him even if he was trying to 
continue treating her like a toy to be handled for his own amusement. 

She had subdued and conquered Andy, and eventually she would also dominate 
Frank. There was no single cock in the world able to stand up to her 
pummeling vaginal strength once she was able to get her interior muscles 
working. All of them would succumb, and in the end she was the one who would 
emerge victorious. She would fix Frank, after all. If she squeezed TIGHT 
enough, neither he nor Andy would try using her at the same time again-at 
least not this way. 

Frank continued pounding solidly into her, making no attempt to curb the 
violence of his thrusts, nor did he in any way attempt to prolong the 
tempestuous climax building up inside him. He quivered, quaked and grunted, 
and then felt himself hit the top. 

"AAAYYYAAARRRGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAHHH... 
HHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAUUUGGGHHH!" he bellowed, spurting what little 
jism he had left into her squeezing pussy. This was when Doreen applied the 
full pressure of her inner muscles, refusing to let his cock shrink as her 
vigorous vagina clamped tightly around his blood vessels. 

Andy began wildly flopping about under Doreen like a fish out of water. 

"Ohhhhhh God!" he gasped. "She's killing me! It feels as if my cock is being 
cut into by a scissor." 

Doreen dug her fingers into Andy's arms, holding him steadily. She didn't 
stop to think for a moment about the possibility of cutting off his cock 
with her vulva, nor did it occur to her if she stopped the flow of blood 
long enough, without circulation his cock might develop gangrene. At this 
point all she cared about was her own satisfaction. Hell! She was so wound 
up, she would not have been able to stop even if she had wanted to do so. 
Her body was a thing possessed as her cunt pounded up and down against the 
two rods penetrating her, applying just enough pressure to keep the blood 
from retreating from the little sacs in the two rods." 

"AAAYYYAAAGGGH-HHUUUHHHNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAANNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" 
Andy bellowed, firing what little sperm he had left with twice the intensity 
he had felt before. 

With the piddling ejaculations of the two males mingling with the oils in 
her cunt, Doreen shrieked. "EEEYYYAAAIIIGGGHHH... YYYAAAIIIAAAGGGHHH... 
EEEAAARRRGGGHHHHHHAAAIIIYYYAAAIIIGGGHHH!" Her body climaxed with such 
overpowering force she thought she would never stop jerking and twisting, 
pulling on the still-erect penises locked in her tight pussy. Her face went 
blank as the spine-tingling spasms gradually subsided and her body began 
sagging into blissful limpness. All but unconscious, she continued clamping 
her vaginal muscles tightly closed. 

"Let go! Let go!" Andy gasped. 

Finally she released her hold and the two penises slowly began shrinking as 
blood left through the unclamped veins. She slid from between the two men, 
letting their secretions run out of her and dribble all over the mattress in 
Frank's room. 

"D'you boys want more?" she asked, tauntingly. 

Neither one had the strength to reply. Smiling, she got up, went to the 
bathroom, cleaned herself, then dressed, and left. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

New York, at last! New York and The Purple Owl. The trip on the bus had been 
uneventful since, by now, most the orchestra knew better than to tangle with 
Doreen. She was one helluva lay, but the threat of losing one's cock to her 
tight cunt was enough to keep any man away from her. 

When they got to The Purple Owl Pete Pecan was waiting for them with a 
surprise. 

"We got ourselves a vocalist," he said, and he introduced everyone to the 
lovely brunette known as Carol. She was short, no more than 
five-feet-one-inch in height, with jet black hair, a small nose, pursed 
lips, big wide eyes, and a most enticing body that let Doreen know that if 
Pete Pecan had not yet slept with her, he would be doing so, shortly. 

It was only NATURAL that Carol and Doreen share a room at the local hotel, 
the Park Sheraton. Though Carol was not an easy woman to get to know, Doreen 
avoided doing anything to antagonize her, and the days began to pass with a 
relaxed kind of truce between the two women. As they became friendlier, 
Doreen learned Carol had been married and divorced, twice. Sex was not one 
of the things she particularly enjoyed, and so far had managed to avoid 
sleeping with Pete Pecan. True, the orchestra leader was trying, and he was 
starting to make all kinds of ominous threats about Carol's possibly having 
to leave the group, but Carol wasn't worried. She would always find 
something in a Greenwich Village nightclub, whereas Pete Pecan would have to 
start looking for another vocalist. Really good vocalists were hard to find, 
and when one played in a New York nightclub, one needed a vocalist. 

"Hey, look," Doreen said to her. "I'm going to wander through some of the 
New York department stores and see if I can find something really decent to 
wear now that the summer's coming. Want to come shopping with me?" 

"You go ahead," Carol told her. "I'm going to relax." 

Doreen shrugged, and, dressed in a red pullover blouse and blue skirt, with 
white low-heeled shoes and pantyhose, she left the room. Carol was a smart 
cookie, but Doreen had learned a lot being on the road with this group, and 
she knew Carol would either be warbling in Greenwich Village very shortly, 
or she would be fucking like the proverbial bunny. Right now, she wasn't 
going to think about it. She had her own future to worry about, and with a 
little luck, it would not include the Pete Pecan Orchestra. 

She took the elevator down to the lobby, and there she saw Pete Pecan, his 
son Andy, and one of the orchestra members who had never touched her, Scott 
Walters, sitting and smoking, talking as they relaxed. 

"Where you going?" Pete asked her as she walked by. 

"Shopping," she told them. 

"You be back by six," he warned her. "We have to rehearse a few new 
numbers." 

"Sure," she nodded. "That gives me more than four hours. Relax, Pete, have I 
ever missed a rehearsal?" 

"You do, and you'll be out on your keester." 

Doreen shrugged and walked out, and Pete Pecan turned to the other two with 
him, and said, "She'll be shopping for at least a couple of hours. That 
means Carol's alone, upstairs. Come on!" 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Carol had just put on a blue dress and was finishing removing some curlers 
from her hair when there was a knock at the door. Going to the door, she 
opened it and the Pecan father and son, along with Scott Walters, forced 
their way into the room. Scott was as tall as Bob Ronson, though he lacked 
Ronson's bulk. He was the drummer, and had a face that looked as if it had 
been drummed on at one time or another. 

"What are you three doing here?" she gasped, as Walters shut the door behind 
him, locking it. 

"We're here to fuck!" Pete stated rather simply. 

Carol tried to run, but Pete grabbed her and clamped a hand over her mouth. 
He dragged her into the room, motioning to Walters to pull the covers open 
on the bed on the left side. Pete dumped Carol on the bed, then sat on her 
belly, knocking the air out of her so she was unable to yell. He forced her 
jaws open and crammed a handkerchief inside, using Andy's to tie it around 
her head. Andy stood at the head of the bed, holding her hands so she was 
unable to use them. 

"When do we undress her, pop?" Andy asked. 

"Right now," Pete said, laughing. 

He quickly opened her dress and slid it down over her hips once he had 
gotten it off her arms, even though she struggled. Carol kept her thighs 
clamped tightly together, seeing the lust in their eyes. She was looking at 
the drummer, Scott Walters, whose brown hair was slightly disarrayed, and 
whose nostrils were flaring at her semi-nakedness. He was looking at her 
thighs as if trying to part them with the force of his eyes. 

Pete removed her underwear carefully, knowing he would have to pay to 
replace anything torn. First the brassiere, then the panties. He was going 
to toss her panties into the corner of the room when Scott Walters called 
out, "I want 'em." 

"You got 'em," Pete laughed, tossing her panties to the drummer. The latter 
rubbed the nylon material against his face, burying his nose in the crotch, 
inhaling deeply, saying, "God! They're so soft, and they're warm with her 
flesh." 

Carol felt so cold and exposed, the terror in her pounding heart making her 
rounded breasts heave, moving up and down as she tried pulling in air 
through her nostrils. She had appealing small brown nipples with very tiny 
areolae, much tinier than her breasts, which were almost as large as 
Doreen's, would have made one believe. She stared at Scott Walters, trying 
to figure out why the man had the hots for her panties, of all things. 

Pete was sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling her nipples between his 
fingers while Andy still held her hands. He smiled at her and said, "We have 
a contract, Carol. The contract says you're going to sing with my orchestra 
for the next three months, which is as long as we'll be playing The Purple 
Owl. So you aren't going anywhere unless you want me to take you to court 
for breach of contract. Any lawyer in the land'll tell you it's a good 
contract. There's nothing in it about no fucking. Understand?" 

The brunette nodded her head up and down. 

"So either you cooperate, or you'll spend more in lawyer's fees than you'll 
ever make with me, and you'll still have to sing with the group, got me!" 

She nodded affirmatively again. 

"I'm gonna take off the gag now, and if you scream. I'll have to slap it 
back on. You willing to keep quiet?" 

Once again she nodded. 

He untied Andy's handkerchief from around her head, handing it back to her 
son who was letting go of her wrists. She pulled the hanky out of her mouth 
and he took it from her and shoved it into his back pocket "YOU SON OF A 
BITCH!" she snarled in a low voice. 

"Hey, I like a girl who shows a little spunk," Andy smiled. 

Scott Walters said nothing, sitting in a chair in the far corner of the 
room, rubbing the panties against his face again and again. 

Pete was rubbing her breasts and she shivered inwardly, tolerating his 
caresses. She had already faced her point of decision, making up her mind 
there was nothing, for the moment, that she was able to do. 

Andy took his father's place on the bed, sucking at her breasts with his 
mouth, pulling each areola into his mouth. He used his tongue and palate to 
nurse at her breast, pulling so hard the suction became painful. But with 
the pain there was an unexplained warmth, something new, something she had 
never felt before. 

All her life Carol had been a dominating female. She had dominated each of 
her two husbands to the point where they had made sex lousy for her, and 
she, not enjoying them, had divorced them. This was the first time in her 
life a man was actually dominating her, though in reality it was taking 
three men to do it at once. She moaned, feeling pleasure continually seeping 
through her as, without realizing it, her hand pressed on Andy's neck as he 
continued sucking on her nipples. 

Her hips began undulating almost imperceptibly, and the muscles of her 
thighs slowly relaxed. They fell open a little. 

Pete Pecan, watching, saw her legs parting, and allowed his hand to slide 
between her thighs, moving higher and higher until his fingers touched the 
sparse dark ring of curls encircling her cunt. A middle finger trailed 
lightly into the exposed pink slash, and with a deep, almost shameful groan 
from between her lips, feeling goose bumps all over her marble-white flesh, 
Carol slowly let her thighs open even wider. 

Pete's finger dipped into the viscous opening, feeling it being coated with 
the light ointment she was leaking. He dragged the tip through her 
tremblingly defenseless furrow, moving to her small clitoris, still hidden 
in its fold of flesh. He palpated it, massaging and rubbing, and soon the 
little nubbin was swelling and growing larger. 

"That's better," Pete nodded, taking his hand away. "You respond like a 
woman, after all." 

He got to his feet and wasted no time pulling off his clothing, leaving 
everything in a heap on the floor. He was going to fuck her silly. 

Carol looked at Scott Walter, seeing the way he rubbed her panties against 
his cheek while looking at her with large, almost cow-like eyes. When he saw 
her staring at him, he suddenly felt self-conscious and let the garment fall 
into his lap. That was when she realized he had unzipped his fly and his 
enormous penis was standing redly out. Her panties were now draped over the 
organ. 

Pete Pecan was undressed now, his cock already half-hard with anticipation. 
He reached down and began tugging on the organ, intent on making it swell 
even larger. 

"The very FIRST order of business, Carol," he said to her, "is for you to 
learn how to properly suck a cock-my cock, to be exact. I'm going to be 
happy to give you on-the-job training." 

"You must be mad," Carol snapped at him. "I've never done anything as 
disgraceful as this in my entire life." 

"There's always a first time," Pete told her, laughing out loud. "For you, 
this is it!" 

His strong fingers reached out and grasped her waist, hauling her off the 
bed to her feet. Then he began applying downward pressure on her shoulders, 
forcing her to sink to se floor, saying. "On your knees, bitch! A little 
spunk will oil those tonsils of yours and make you sing better than ever!" 

She was then forced to kneel before him as he thrust his hips toward her. 
His penis was rising from the mass of curly brown hair in his groin, now on 
a level with her face. She twisted her head aside. He grasped her by the 
hair and twisted her head back, painfully, saying, "Don't make me ruin your 
new hairdo. Come on, start off by kissing it. Then you can graduate to 
licking it." 

"N-no!" she insisted. 

Pete simply slapped her across the face, very hard. Then he backhanded her 
across her other cheek and said, "I can keep on slapping you until rehearsal 
time, honey. Now you get your mouth around my cock or I'll be doing just 
that." 

Carol was terrified. All her life she had avoided men who were dominant. 
When she had signed with Pete Pecan he had appeared to be a quiet, 
mild-mannered man. Now she realized what a horrible error she had made. The 
singer wondered if Doreen had to put up with this kind of treatment. 

Trembling, terrified, she gingerly reached out and took his semi-erect penis 
in her two hands, feeling the warmth throbbing inside. Perspiration built in 
her palms as her fingers encircled the organ. 

"Tug the foreskin back, honey. Get a real good look at the tip you'll be 
sucking," he ordered. 

Carol obeyed blindly, tears dimming her vision. 

She had no choice. Leaning her head forward, she placed her lips on the 
hardening tip and began kissing the stiffening flesh. Taking a deep breath 
and inhaling his arousing muskiness through her nostrils, she put her tongue 
forward tentatively, tasting with a certain amount of trepidation, the 
pungently masculine taste of a penis for the first time in her life. The 
flavor lingered on her tongue, an almost tasty flavor in spite of the 
repugnance she felt for Pete, himself. Using her tongue, she began to wash 
it wetly all over, brushing and grazing from the head back along the broad 
underside, running all the way to the base. Her nose was tickled by the 
curls of his pubic hair, and then her tongue moved back to the corona, now 
rapidly becoming bloated with blood where she continually lapped at it, 
feeling it grow larger and harder in her hand, the feeling of it making her 
inwardly tingle with desire. This was crazy. SHE WAS ACTUALLY LIKING IT! 

Becoming aware of other things around her, Carol felt Andy behind her. He 
was sitting on the bed, and he had disrobed, his knees wide on either side 
of her ribs. He used his two hands to reach around her and imprison the 
fullness of her satin-fleshed breasts. He felt far more secure with this 
brunette than with Doreen, perhaps because he was with his father, this 
time. 

Her nipples came spikingly to life, cutting into the palms of his hands, and 
then his head came down and he was kissing her on the nape of the neck. 

To Carol it felt horribly wonderful. This masculine domination of her body 
was something she had needed. This was why she had never enjoyed sex with 
her husbands. Andy kept it up, letting his lips move out to her right 
shoulder, then letting his lips kiss their way down her back while his hands 
continued massaging her breasts. He had her going, he did. 

Involuntarily, uncontrollably, she began shivering with delight, flaring 
warmth beginning to spread in her shuddering loins. 

There was a wild frenzy of exciting new sensations spreading in her, 
building as never before in her belly and loins. She felt a thrilling, 
exotic fermentation the like of which she had never before dreamed existed 
in her. Suddenly the delicious masculinity of the large cock she was licking 
began exciting her, thrilling her, arousing her beyond belief. She felt a 
new desire for it, wanting to suck it... to pull the whole length of the 
pulsing penis into her mouth until it spewed its white, viscous semen down 
her throat. She wanted this more than anything she had ever wanted in her 
whole life, and suddenly she was grateful for being dominated by these men. 

As if reading her mind, Pete said out loud, "Okay, Carol-baby. Time to 
separate the girls from the ladies. You did all your lollipop licking. Now 
let's get down to some sucking." 

Without the least bit of hesitation, without even thinking about it, the 
lovely brunette slipped her ovaled lips over the swollen head of the lust 
filled, bloated shaft, taking the tasty glans entirely into her mouth, her 
tongue moving in swirls around the smooth, rubbery head as her lips 
automatically tightened around it. She began a soft, gentle sucking motion. 

It was happening! She was doing it! She had a man's penis in her mouth, and 
dear God, but it felt good, really good! It was so large, thick and hard. 
and the outer flesh was so smooth. She knew she'd be able to go on sucking 
forever. She wondered if this was what they forced Doreen to do, and if so, 
did Doreen enjoy it as much? This was something she would have to discuss 
with the blonde when she returned, later. 

She felt all kinds of cravings in her body, and she didn't care any longer 
about being a dominant female. 

She had to be solidly fucked. 

Andy, behind her, began shifting his position, bringing his hips forward to 
sit on the very edge of the bed, his erect penis rubbing against her back. 
His affair with Doreen, especially her tight clamping of her cuntlips around 
the base of his cock had made it swell so much, that even when it had gone 
down, it was still larger than it had been, initially. Now when it grew, it 
was much larger than it had been, initially. Granted, it wasn't quite as 
long as his father's, nor was it as thick, but it was so much bigger than 
before. 

"Hey, pop," he said to his father. "Let's get her on the bed. I'm getting 
hotter than hell!" 

She didn't hear Pete's reply, but Carol felt herself being lifted, 
stretched, and extended on the bed, and she suddenly realized she didn't 
have that wonderful penis in her mouth any longer. 

"N-no... " she gasped. "Don't go away... I want it... " 

"You'll get it," Pete assured her, dropping her onto her BACK on the bed, 
levering her legs apart with his knees, exposing the richness of her pink 
slash to the lustful gaze of all three men in the room. 

Lowering his head to her loins, his tongue snaked out to brush the pulsating 
clitoris in its canopy of soft membranous flesh. Tantalizingly his tongue 
played there, then he began nipping with his teeth, taking the miniature 
phallus into his hungering mouth, his lancing tongue lapping up and down, 
stroking its length, and the sensation it produced exploded in the young 
woman's bursting loins. She began grinding her hips in constantly rotating 
circles, pushing her crotch at him, pulling her knees up, flexing them, her 
feet flat on the soft mattress, wanting to feel more and more and more of 
the delicious sensations washing through her. 

"Hey, pop," Andy said to his father. "A few weeks ago, when we were on the 
bus to Chicago, when we were all boozed out, I woke up in the middle of the 
night and I saw Mike Felder and Bobby Liggens both giving it to Doreen. I 
fell asleep again afterward, but I saw one fucking her cunt from the rear, 
while the other was getting a pipe job. Lemme fuck her while she blows you, 
huh?" 

"Okay by me," Pete Pecan nodded. To Carol, he said, "Okay, honey, up on your 
knees." 

Together the father and son pulled her into position. Pete had his back 
braced against the headboard of the bed, and Carol was kneeling on all 
fours, her face over Pete's stiffened cock, watching it jerk in the air in 
front of her eyes. She rested on her forearms between his widespread thighs, 
her hand reaching out to fondle his testicles, her other hand reaching out 
to grasp the base of his hardened rod of flesh, her mouth ovaling to take it 
inside again. Soft mewls of delighted pleasure came from her gasping throat 
as, instinctively, she began sucking on it, her head automatically bobbing 
up and down in a slow, in-and-out movement. 

Pete's hips began moving in opposition to her bobbing head, his lust 
mounting at the sight of her small, lipstick-rimmed, narrow mouth on his 
throbbing cock. He saw the flesh of her inner lips being pulled out as her 
head pulled up, and then on the instroke it all folded back in on itself. He 
was so hot watching the way she was sucking, he was certain he was going to 
come at any moment, now. 

Andy, meanwhile, had climbed on the bed behind her, kneeling close to her 
rounded backside, his hands on the globoid fullness of her asscheeks, 
smoothing and kneading them. 

"Man, she had a smaller, tighter ass than Doreen," he grunted very suddenly, 
and he began slapping her rounded buttocks with the flat of his hand. 

Carol moaned with masochistic fire, but she didn't for one moment stop her 
sucking of the bandleader's throbbing cock. Now she began to unconsciously 
pick up speed, increasing the tempo, her tongue working with her lips as she 
began absorbing more and more of the wet masculine rigidity into her mouth 
and throat. Lord! She hated the man but loved the taste of him. 

With ever-increasing force Andy continued slapping her asscheeks until they 
were bright-red and stinging. Carol was unable to explain her feelings to 
herself, but the pain of his slapping was a definite sexual pleasure; a 
perverse enjoyment of pain-the stinging warmth of it jolting through her 
like high-voltage electricity. 

She was on fire and her cunt felt as if it were an oven. She was aching to 
feel a cock in her cunt for the first time since she had lost her virginity, 
many, many years earlier. She was now thirty, and it had been twelve years 
since her initial encounter with her first husband. 

Wriggling her hips salaciously in the air, she let Andy know she was 
inviting him to enter her. She wanted it! Her searing cunt, moistly ready, 
throbbed with her need, and she was able to feel the sodden wetness of her 
as the colorless drops of her viscid ointment continued gathering on the 
soft pink walls of her tight vaginal passage, forming all kinds of tiny, 
oily rivulets. 

As suddenly as he had started slapping her buttocks, Andy stopped, his hands 
then on her waist, pulling her roughly toward him, yanking her backwards as 
she felt the heat of his throbbing cock nudged into the tight furrow of her 
seething pussy. The nozzle smoothly parted the soft lips guarding the tender 
portal to her wildly pulsating vaginal passageway. Then, with one hand still 
squeezing one of her hips, he reached down between them tightly grasping his 
hardened penis, drawing it up and down the length of her sodden pink slit 
several times. He made several passes in this manner, spreading the 
lubricating juices over the red point of his throbbing prick. 

Carol was unable to stand it any longer. Groping beneath her in panic, 
finding her way between her thighs with her right hand, she gripped the 
rock-solid prick, and she realized it was not quite as large as the one in 
her mouth. She was almost disappointed and yet she knew it would do the job 
adequately. 

Her mouth continued working with uncontrolled abandon on Pete Pecan's penis 
as he came closer and closer to his orgasm. His misshapen mouth began 
working spasmodically and he tangled his fingers in her hair, pressing her 
head even farther down on the blood-bloated length of his demanding cock. 
His hips continued surging upward at her face until she was absorbing all of 
it into her throat. 

Carol felt tingling thrills as the thick penis moved in and out of her 
esophagus. It never occurred to her to wonder why she wasn't gagging. All 
she knew was, she wanted it-all of it. 

Now her tightly clenched fingers, only partially encircling the 
circumference of the throbbing organ, began pulling Andy into her. She 
sensed the convulsive spasms in his member, the oily fluid dripping from the 
slit in the head as her hand steered it between the shapes of her rounded 
buttocks, then lower, pressing it once again against the coral flesh of her 
inner vaginal lips. She held the cock there at the opening, trying her best 
to pull it into her pussy. Finally the tip slid between her cuntlips, and 
her hips began rotating uncontrollably, trying to pull it into her that much 
more deeply. 

Carol was gasping, aching for more of it as she felt the inner lips of her 
cunt open all the more widely, the elastic muscled snugness resisting-albeit 
pleasantly-only to finally give way before the harshly brutal pressure. Not 
used to being taken in this position, and suddenly realizing Andy's cock, 
though smaller than his father's was still bigger than anything previously 
invading her body, she gasped, "Aaaauuunnngggh! OHHH! Slower, slower, push 
it in easy... please!" 

Her mouth had slipped off Pete's cock for the moment when she had said that, 
and now the bandleader grasped her with both hands and jammed her lovely 
mouth back down on his thickly pulsing shaft even before her wail of 
complaint was finished. He held her lovely head solidly in place somewhat 
forcefully as his hips thrust upward very brutally, his huge cock racing in 
and out of her tightly stretched and oval led mouth without mercy. 

"You just keep sucking, Carol," he told her. "We have to oil those tonsils 
of yours." 

Andy, kneeling behind her, was grinning broadly. He realized all he had in 
her was the tip of his penis, and where he had always previously thought of 
it as inadequate in length and breadth, Carol's screams suddenly built a new 
sense of pride. Damn! The sight of her lusciously trembling pussy as it 
attempted to escape his impaling instrument now only served to incite his 
lust-driven brain all the more. He wanted to really hear her scream for 
mercy, now. 

Using one hand to slap the roundness of her smooth, reddened buttocks 
resoundingly hard, he rammed forward into her cunt with all his strength, 
forcing the inner walls of her tender vaginal crypt to accordion in 
resisting waves before the plundering head of his throbbing cock. Finally it 
flicked past her cervical opening and crashed into the back wall of her 
tightly searing tunnel. His balls, swinging below, smacked heavily into the 
viscid shrine encasing her clitoris." 

"AAAUUUWWWRRRGGGFFFMMMRRRGGGHHH!" the tortured woman screamed, opening her 
mouth around the thick cock of Pete Pecan as it clogged her throat. His 
hands kept her mouth firmly in place, and her scream died in her throat as 
his rod of flesh surged deeper and deeper into her gullet. Her narrow throat 
muscles began contracting tightly around the penis, giving Pete the pressure 
he needed to release his own load of sperm. Just in time Carol was able to 
jerk her head up slightly, clearing her throat of Pete Pecan's lust-inflated 
penis as it began spurting and splashing its hot, white semen into her 
sucking mouth. She automatically found herself swallowing the fluid, and she 
was aware, even in the pain-shattered state of mind she was in, that she 
liked the taste of it. 

Andy paused, resting his throbbing cock inside her, pulling her lovely hips 
back against him, allowing her tightly ravished and tormented vaginal 
passageway to adjust to his cock inside her. Damn! Her cunt was tight. Not 
as tight as Doreen's had felt when he and Frank Southside had fucked into 
it, but still tight. He flexed his throbbing organ, expanding it inside her, 
eliciting a deep, guttural groan from somewhere inside her chest. 

Licking and sucking, Carol continued drinking down every last drop of Pete 
Pecan's sperm. His cock was already wilting and becoming a flaccid worm, and 
her tongue continued licking the shriveled flesh. The bandleader slumped 
back against the headboard, gasping out a huge sigh, his mouth falling open, 
his eyes tightly closed, feeling completely sated. 

"OHHHHHH!" he groaned. "I thought I'd NEVER stop shooting! 

Scott Walters leaned forward to watch from his place in the corner, Carol's 
panties still wrapped around his throbbing cock. His hand was working up and 
down, masturbating, and when Pete saw him, he called out to the drummer, 
"Don't waste it, Scott. Come on over here and let the lady suck it for you. 
She needs all the oil her throat can get. Come on, now!" 

Scott's face turned crimson as he said, "Shit, no! I can't ask a woman to do 
a thing like that." 

"Ask her?" Pete laughed. "You don't ask her. You order her to do it." 

"I don't know... " 

"Come on over here," he said, sliding off the bed. "Take my place under her 
mouth." 

The bandleader moved to get off the bed as Andy continued pressing his cock 
into her cunt from the rear. When Scott still hesitated, Pete gripped 
Carol's chin and turned her head toward Scott, saying, "Wouldn't you like to 
get your mouth on that cock, too? Tell him, honey!" 

"Yes!" she gasped, some of Pete's sperm running from the corners of her 
mouth to her chin. 

Scott slipped beneath her, lying under her as Pete went to the chair and sat 
down, tossing her panties on the floor. Andy continued solidly stroking in 
and out of her seething cunt, feeling the hot wet walls continually washing 
his cock with their juices. 

Carol sighed with delight and reached out to touch Scott's cock. 

"No!" Scott gasped. "I don't like anyone else's hands on my cock. Please!" 

"Okay," Carol said, her mouth hovering over his loins. "Suppose you put it 
in my mouth, yourself." 

"Promise you won't put your hands on it?" 

"I promise," she gasped. 

He lay there, gripping the shaft of his blood-bloated penis, holding it 
upright. He guided it to her waiting, ovaled mouth, positioning it directly 
below her lips. Carol held her head perfectly still, and he lifted his hips, 
probing toward her sucking mouth. He gasped when she extended the tongue and 
began licking the purple-red tip like the top of an ice cream cone. His 
breathing became hard and raspy. 

"Unh!" he gasped. "That feels so GOOD!" 

Involuntarily he thrust his hips straight up at her face, the throbbing tip 
of his giant penis popping through her lips and into her mouth. The 
beautiful Carol closed her lips over the pulsating organ and began sucking, 
using her tongue to swirl around the head of the cock again and again. Then, 
with slow strokes, she moved her head up and down as she had done with Pete 
Pecan, absorbing half the length of his throbbing organ. 

Carol was enjoying herself more than she had ever dreamed possible. Working 
with so many men in this orchestra made her realize all the possibilities 
open to her. She sucked, listening to the way Scott Walters gasped, and she 
began speeding her bobbing head, moving it up and down all the more swiftly. 

At the same time the thrillingly searing sensations continued building in 
her seething cunt as Andy began pounding his stiffened prick even more 
violently into her shuddering pussy. He moved with harder, more powerful, 
deeper-driving strokes. 

Carol was ecstatically happy. She ought to have been miserable, having been 
forced into this compromising position, but she had to admit in all honesty 
she loved it. She had a wonderful male instrument filling her vaginal 
passage, and a much more massive tool was filling her mouth, though Scott 
wasn't trying to push his penis into her throat as Pete Pecan had done. 

Abruptly she became aware of Scott suddenly reaching his orgasm as he 
reached out to her, tangled his fingers in her hair and began moving her 
head up and down all the more quickly, ramming her soft lips farther down on 
his jerking cock with each downward stroke. His loins began to move, 
slamming his rod into her sucking mouth with wild, uncontrolled abandon. 

"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUU-NNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHA-AARRRGGGHHHAAAUU-URRRGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!"s
the drummer screamed, his flailing buttocks bouncing up and down on the 
pillow as his back pressed against the headboard. 

He just lay there after that, unable to move as Carol continued sucking on 
his shrunken penis, even after she had drained all the white energy out of 
it. 

Andy tugged his throbbing cock out of her, pulled her flat on the bed and 
turned her over so that she lay on her back. Then he plunged his penis into 
her stabbing it into her without mercy as he began to race for his own 
orgasm. 

Carol suddenly realized she was starting to feel something totally different 
from the sensations she had been feeling earlier. The other feelings had 
been good, but what she was feeling at this moment was something totally 
superb and wonderful. It overpowered and inundated her, building higher and 
higher until she knew she was going to hit the top of the rainbow. She 
continued straining under Andy, watching the way his mustache seemed to 
wiggle as she arched herself off the mattress, pushing her loins at him, her 
vagina climbing up the length of his hardened, slippery cock with each 
thrust, countering his movements, straining to absorb all of the man into 
her. There seemed to be nothing left in the world but this delightful race 
for pleasure, and she wanted it to go on forever. 

Her senses were shattered by the strength of her orgasm when it finally 
overpowered her." 

"EEEYYYEEEAAAIIIGGGHHHAAANNNGGGMMH... 
HHHAAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHUUUNNGGHH!" she screeched, holding her 
breath as the sounds blasted out of her in great, convulsive spasms of 
welcome relief. Thrills burst in her like fireworks, and she was transported 
to a distant star as her passionate lust totally overcame her. She squirmed, 
shuddered, writhed, and wriggled, unable to control herself any longer, 
turning, churning, squirming, totally at the mercy of the climax that 
battered away at her interior. She found she had her first glimpse of 
paradise before the feeling drained from her and she began to settle back to 
reality. 

That was when she realized Andy was pumping sperm into her vagina. When he 
was finished the three men hastily dressed and left. 

Carol realized she had been thoroughly and resoundingly raped, and she had 
loved every last little bit of it. 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

When she returned to the hotel room, Doreen found her bed in a mess. The men 
had fucked Carol on her bed and not Carol's bed. Carol was in the bathroom, 
soaking in the tub, and Doreen guessed what had happened. 

Going to the bathroom door, she knocked, and when Carol asked who it was, 
Doreen identified herself and asked if she might be able to come in. Carol 
told her to enter. 

Walking inside, Doreen saw the brunette, her hair up in curlers again, 
sitting in a hot bubble bath. 

"They got to you, huh," Doreen said. 

"I didn't think it showed," Carol replied. 

"You have to be kidding. "I've never seen a woman so worked over in my 
entire life. They've done things to me, but... wow! How many of them were 
there?" 

"Three?" 

"Hell! I've never been attacked by more than two." 

"Does this happen all the time?" Carol asked. 

"Mmmm... now and again, though most of them don't bother me any longer. I 
have a horrible feeling they're going to take out on you what they can't do 
to me." 

"Why don't they bother you?" Carol asked. 

"It has to do with the muscular control I have over my vagina," Doreen 
explained. "For some reason, when I orgasm, I tighten up so much, they feel 
as if I'm about to cut their cocks off with my vaginal lips. Almost every 
one of them has tried at one time or another. Hey, I wish you luck, honey, 
you'll need it." 

"I'll say," Carol nodded. "Well, let's go to rehearsal," she said, climbing 
out of the tub. 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

The straw that "broke the camel's back" as far as Doreen Barton was 
concerned was Freddy Cezano. Freddy was the owner of The Purple Owl. It was 
also rumored he had certain underworld connections, but that was something 
no one was ever going to be able to prove. 

When Freddy had hired The Pete Pecan orchestra, he had initially done so 
because common sense told him this was a good orchestra, and since it was 
still not too well-known, he was able to get them for less than The Royal 
Canadians or some such other well-known orchestra. He knew the orchestra had 
cut more than a dozen records for Maltby Records, and when the records came 
out, he had passed the word around to certain quarters to see to it the DJs 
were properly greased so the records would be played all over the country, 
though especially on the New York stations. 

Freddy was a short man with light-brown hair that was already streaked with 
grey. He had strong Sicilian features, with a natural deep tan, sunken eyes, 
a strong proboscis, and a jutting chin. 

Freddy had tried making time with Carol when Pete Pecan had initially hired 
her, before the rest of the orchestra had come to New York, but Carol had 
turned frosty the moment he had suggested they adjourn to his private 
offices upstairs at the nightclub. However, when he saw Doreen, his mouth 
began watering. 

The orchestra, the night of their debut, aside from playing for the dancing 
customers, also put on two separate shows, the second one starting at 
midnight and ending at two P.M. Then, while all the other musicians were 
packing up, Doreen saw Freddy Cezano beckoning to her. She walked over to 
him, and he said, "How about you and I having a private drink upstairs in my 
office?" 

Pete Pecan, who overheard, and knowing what Doreen's cunt was capable of 
doing to a man, was well aware that one roll in the hay would turn Freddy 
off the woman forever. Not wanting to incur any displeasure from the man 
afterward, he said, "Mr. Cezano, it might be a good idea to leave Doreen 
alone." 

Freddy, not one to like being told what to do by anyone, looked at Pete with 
a withering glance and said, "Suppose we let the lady decide for herself." 

Doreen really had no desire to bed down with Freddy, but remembering what 
had happened with Morty Maltby, and figuring it might help the orchestra a 
little, said, "Sure, why not!" 

She went with the short man up a long flight of spiral, carpeted stairs, and 
at the top waited for him to open a door. When he did so, she preceded him 
into his office, where he turned on a light, then led her across the room to 
another door. This he opened, turning on the inside light, revealing a 
combination barroom/bedroom/billiard room. 

"This is where I rest sometimes and take it easy," he explained, walking 
over to the bar in the far corner. "What'll you have?" he asked. 

"Nothing," Doreen told him. "I DON'T drink." 

"Fine with me," he told her, leading her inside and sitting her on the bed. 
He lay down with an arm around her neck and pulled her face down to his. He 
kissed her very gently at first, working his lips against her mouth until he 
felt her mellowing and responding. His fingers caressed her cheek, curling 
around the lobe of her ear, and tickling gently at her neck. Finally he 
pulled his mouth away, giving her a small love bite on the neck. 

His arm tightened around her shoulder and he cuddled her in a long, warm 
embrace. Doreen felt somewhat apprehensive, knowing what was to come, but 
philosophically accepting it, she decided to relax, figuring no matter what 
the man was going to do to her, it had been done already. Little did she 
know! For some reason, as he held her, a feeling of tenderness overcame her, 
a feeling of belonging, if only for a little while. 

He kissed her again, this time forcing her back until she lay full length of 
the large king-sized bed. The scrawny little man stretched out beside her. 
She was well aware of the fact he was resting one leg between her thighs. 

The two of them kissed deeply, their tongues meeting in a wet, intimate 
merger, working around one another again and again. Her eyes were rightly 
closed and she felt the throbbing pulsations of music being piped in through 
some closed-circuit radio pass into her trembling body and become part of 
her inner desire. Doreen was already well aware of Freddy's penis 
stiffening, pushing through the material of his trousers and pulsing gently 
against her thigh. Even through the pants she imagined it was throbbing 
against her bare flesh. 

Freddy reached down the front of her white sweater until his fingers cupped 
the solidly firm and swollenly resilient mound, pressing it as if he had 
done this ail his life, rubbing through the thin, scanty covering of her 
brassiere, rubbing his fingers teasingly at the swelling bud of her swelling 
nipple. 

She stirred slightly in his arms and her shuddering hands left him. Freddy 
felt her brassiere pulling away easily as he tugged at it. Then his fingers 
were working at the bottom of her sweater, lifting it up, pulling it over 
her head, after which he tugged down the zipper of her skirt and actually 
whisked it from her delightful body. Practiced fingers undid the snaps of 
her brassiere, slipped it from her shoulders, and tossed it off to the side. 
Now the fullness of her breasts, with their rich pink rosettes and nipples 
lay revealed to his hungering eyes, making the man slaver. 

His fingers proceeded to sink eagerly into her bared, rounded breasts, both 
hands fondling and caressing their swollen fullness. He squeezed and 
manipulated them again and again, but try as he might, his hands were not 
large enough to encompass the swollen orbs, so he contented himself with 
raking large handfuls of the solid white orbs, burying his hands completely 
in the small, hard-nippled peaks. 

The exotic thrill of handling the lovely blonde's large, rubber-like 
nipples, caressing the quivering pink stalks again and again, so totally 
engrossed Freddy Cezano that he was totally unaware the lovely young girl 
had unbuttoned his shirt and was running her long, skillful pianist's 
fingers across his own hairy chest. The sudden tingle as she ran her 
fingertips into HIS nipples made the man writhe and twist and gouge his 
fingers into her mammoth breasts with a sudden renewed fury. 

She played briefly with his masculine chest, then began to slide her hands 
downward, unfastening his belt, pulling his fly open and reaching in. She 
had another twinge of remorse, knowing she had no feeling for Freddy Cezano 
per se, but was doing this strictly as an accommodation. Then the remorse 
was erased from her mind. 

Freddy raised himself a little, helping her to pull his trousers off, 
smiling at her seeming knowledge of how to do everything right. She slid her 
long, caressing fingers up the inside of his thigh, making him shudder as 
she finally closed the long, dexterous finger around the throbbing bulge 
which she was well aware was his penis. It began pulsing wildly through his 
thin boxer shorts, and Doreen knowingly pulled them down very slowly, 
lifting the elastic band very carefully over his heatedly rigid staff. 

The penis seemed to burst gratefully from its tight, cloth confinement, 
standing rigidly upward, jerking and twitching in the air, then almost 
pressing against his stomach. Doreen closed her hand around it, beginning to 
ride the loose foreskin up and down. She pulled the skin tightly over the 
red crown, then allowed it to slide back again to reveal the carmine head 
throbbing gently in the air. 

Again she lifted the cowl of foreskin, then down again once more. Now she 
began repeating the action with faster and faster strokes. 

Freddy released one of her mammoth breasts and slid his hand down her back 
so he was able to feel the rounded curve of her full bottom. He worked his 
hand underneath her body until it firmly closed over the cheek of one of her 
proudly outstanding buttocks. He rubbed his fingers all over the pantied 
cheek, enjoying the tightness of her assflesh. Most women had soft asses, 
but this one, even with big rear cheeks, had tight flesh. 

"Ummmmm... I like it," she whispered to him, her voice echoing in his mouth 
as she kissed him. Then she moved her mouth a fraction of an inch away from 
his so she'd be able to speak to him. "You know, you're throbbing cock feels 
so deliciously hard, darling. Where would you like to bury it, hmmm?" 

Freddy had known she was going to be good, but he hadn't imagined she would 
be THIS good. He shivered expectantly. Doreen was now rubbing his throbbing 
cock up and down so furiously it seemed to burn, and her eyes seemed to 
reflect the fire in it. 

Freddy let a finger steal into the delectable crease between her rounded 
buttocks, rubbing along the warm, wet indentation with solidly firm and 
lusty strokes. 

"You know damn well what I want to do with it," he whispered to her in a 
soft voice. 

To Freddy, it seemed as if his voice was coming from a long, long way off. 
It didn't appear to belong to him at all. 

Doreen caused her fingers to slide over the very tip of his throbbing penis. 
She didn't know why she was acting so forward. Not even with Morty Maltby 
had she been so aggressive. Now she caressed the crown in a slow, 
tantalizing motion. her thumb rubbing across the tiny slit in the tip. 

"You do want to put it in there, don't you?" she asked in a throaty whisper, 
referring to the hair-surrounded hole his hand had been stroking. 

He was unable to speak for fear of saying the wrong thing. Hell! She was one 
special cunt, all right, and probably ten times better than the brunette 
vocalist. He nodded urgently at her. She wriggled out of his arms and jumped 
to her feet. 

"Wait just a moment," she murmured. 

Doreen wanted to get all this over and done with as quickly as possible. She 
didn't like the idea of so many men having power over her, and after this 
night with Freddy Cezano, she was going to check some of the other 
nightspots to see if they needed a decent pianist without asking her to put 
out for her supper, as well. Either that, or she would talk with Gerry Link 
and see if he was ready to leave the orchestra. 

Still, there was a tightening between her thighs, and she knew she wanted to 
be screwed. Hell! She needed a soundly proper fucking, she did. She wondered 
if one man was going to be able to satisfy her after what had been happening 
to her the last couple of times. True, Morty Maltby had known how to satisfy 
her, but he was one in a million when it came to men. 

Freddy watched as she slipped out of her half slip and let it fall to the 
floor, carelessly. She moved slowly, as if parading in front of him 
teasingly. Now she was dressed in her stockings, panties, and garter belt, 
and since she had her panties on over the garter belt, she was able to 
remove that, next. 

All this fucking around with the men in the orchestra had built her sex 
needs higher and higher, and she was at a point where she felt extremely 
sexy, knowing the sight of her naked body was driving him to a frenzied 
craziness. Her senses ought to have been tired after so many hours of 
piano-playing, but being like this, alone with a man, seemed to enhance her 
senses. 

Freddy pressed a switch near the bed, and the lights dimmed, leaving the 
room a pale pink in color. Her bare breasts seemed to glisten in the light, 
and her nipples and areolae seemed to all but disappear since the pink 
matched them so perfectly. 

Standing before him, she clasped her hands behind her neck, making her 
breasts protrude even more prominently. She shook her upper torso slightly 
from side to side, and her full, firm rounded breasts wobbled this way and 
that, swaying sensuously in the pink light. She posed this way for what 
seemed like, to Freddy, to be forever, but finally she came over to him, 
taking her place on the bed beside his scrawny, half-naked body. 

His penis was already jerking wildly back and forth against his body, erect 
and solid, ready to start on the road to satisfaction. The burning sensation 
in his loins had to finally be satisfied. 

Doreen offered her body to Freddy Cezano once more. This time without the 
distraction of her clothing. 

Reaching out, he grabbed her breasts hungrily in his hands again, lifting 
and rubbing them anxiously. He was behaving as if he had all the time in the 
world. There seemed to be no need at all to hurry. He teased her nipples, 
tightly pressing them with his fingers, flicking them so they seemingly 
bounced on her white, fleshy breasts in a slight, jiggling motion. 

Doreen returned her slender fingers to their careful caressing of the man's 
throbbing penis, taking the thick, pulsing shaft in her hand, massaging it 
tenderly. 

Putting his cock between her thighs, she clamped her pillarly loins tightly 
together, gripping the throbbing weapon very firmly on either side. Then she 
began slowly gyrating her lush hips in a slow, sensual grind, and this 
caused his masculinity to heatedly leap against the firm, soft flesh of her 
trembling loins, the softness of her pubic hair brushing teasingly against 
the penile tip. Her leaking juices mingled with his leaking oils. 

His own legs were tightly pressed very firmly against hers, his penis 
swallowed up completely between the softness of her tightly clasping thighs. 
Her flesh felt so warm. 

He pinched her nipples very tightly between his fingers and thumbs. The 
pressure was gentle at first, then hard, then harder, until she began 
moaning in pain. 

Doreen moved against him, pressing her mouth hungrily against his, kissing 
him wetly, hungrily, her pink tongue darting swiftly against his teeth. 

He was well aware of his penis sliding back and forth, back and forth 
between the juncture of her thighs, rubbing against her pelvic V. 
Occasionally it would slip between her cuntlips causing the fires of lust to 
burn all the more brightly in his brain. He felt himself beginning to lose 
all control. Pushing fiercely at her trembling body, he withdrew his pulsing 
penis from between the softness of her thighs, not yet wanting to climax and 
end their enjoyment before he had fucked her as he wished. 

Now he grabbed her by her arms and forced her to roll over and turn onto her 
belly. Then he lowered himself firmly against her, pointing his penis, one 
of fairly considerable length and breadth, between the supple and smooth 
cheeks of her rounded buttocks. He allowed his pulsing cock to throb and 
jerk very softly against the tightly quivering crease of her ass and had to 
fight the overpowering sadistic urge to simply plunge into her without any 
prior preparation at all. 

She began moaning softly beneath him, her shuddering body starting to buck 
slightly against the hardness of his pulsating manhood. His fingers began 
massaging the tender softness of her buttocks, slowly separating the cheeks 
enabling him to have access to the tiny elastic hole hidden there. Then he 
pushed his pulsing penis against the tight, prune-like orifice, clamping her 
supple asscheeks rigidly apart, hands on both ample buttocks, staring down, 
fascinated by her exposed rear passage. 

He grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her as he forced her to her 
knees and made her put her weight on her shoulders. Then he made her grip 
her asscheeks with her fingers and keep them apart so he was able to hold 
his cock with his two hands, steering it carefully to her rear entrance, 
pushing slowly against the very tight, resisting opening. 

Never in her life had Doreen imagined anyone wanting to fuck her back there. 
Yet she knew to demur now and pull away would be to anger Freddy Cezano. She 
had no choice but to see this nightmare through, painful though it would 
surely be. 

"Aaannnggghhh!" she gasped, feeling a soreness already starting to pervade 
her bottom from the cock's pressure. Still, she dared not move. Her fear of 
what he might do should she back out now was more powerful than her fear of 
pain. Too, she still had a physical desire for satisfaction, though she 
wondered if such a desire would indeed be gratified, this way. 

Freddy had found the tiny opening and was pressing the tip of his penis into 
it. He pushed, pushed, pushed, his own tight asscheeks clenching and 
unclenching as he began driving into the tightly resisting hole as if his 
very life depended on it. His face was contorted into a raging mask of 
sudden passion and desire. 

The blonde woman gasped and moaned, but still she offered no resistance 
despite the difficulties and the obvious agony she was suffering. She merely 
continued writhing and squirming her rear-end back onto his driving, 
striving cock, aiding him as much as she was able. 

"You're... uhhh... hurrrtinnng meee... " she finally gasped. 

"Don't worry... uunnnhhh... about the hurt," he said to her. "It'll go away 
once I'm all the way in. Push back, sweetheart, push back and let my cock 
sink all the way inside you." 

Freddy's lust was enhanced with every passing second. He hadn't fucked a 
tight, virginal ass like this one in years. Now he forced the head of his 
throbbing cock firmly into the tightly purse orifice of her narrow rectum. 

The music playing through the Muzak in his office was not what Freddy Cezano 
was hearing. His head was filled with all kinds of strident, discordant 
sounds as cacophonous music seemed to fill his aching brain. 

His penis was stuck with just the tip inside her asshole, and he had to push 
harder with a wild. swift, hip-thrusting stab, working it in a little more, 
inching his remorseless way into her tightly gripping buttocks. 

At last, at last, it was going in. Her sphincter had yielded, and it felt as 
if his cock was actually being sucked into her. In, in, in, until every last 
solid inch of the fleshy oak had penetrated her rear tunnel. He continued 
bearing down on her, twisting the white, resilient cheeks of her ass cruelly 
apart, feverishly kissing her bare white shoulders. 

With a final, buttock-flattening slam, he nailed his thrusting penis all the 
way into the depths of her tightly clinging orifice, feeling it sink to the 
very balls in the narrow defile of her impossibly tight anal chasm. 

She was writhing and squirming in total agony beneath him. Pain roared 
through Doreen like a forest fire, and she squirmed like an impaled fish. 
Yet, through the agonizing torment there was a rapture, a thrilling feeling 
she had never known before. It was a wonderful sensual pain ripping through 
her shuddering loins. 

Freddy kept his throbbing cock completely buried all the way inside the 
lovely blonde's ass for a few minutes, not so much caring about whether or 
not her asshole was adapting to his thickness, but rather whether or not he 
would be able to catch his breath. The man was dizzy, panting with heat, 
filled with the obscene struggle he had just undergone in burying his cock 
where it now rested. Slowly, little by little, he began climbing back up the 
hills of his desire, carefully easing his throbbing shaft from the tunnel 
between her buttocks, pausing, then driving it all the more deeply into her 
once again... again... again... and yet again. 

He found his rhythm and she began raising and lowering her rounded asscheeks 
beneath him, doing her best to help him, wanting it to end, and yet not to 
end. She wanted the pain to fade, but she realized there was an erotic 
feeling she had never known before. He fucked into her rectum solidly, his 
hands stroking the soft, lovely, delightful curves of her rear-end, feeling 
overpowering and intense pleasure grip his body as he kneaded and caressed 
the luscious white mounds continually hollowing and jerking directly in 
front of his eyes. 

Doreen's hands slipped down to her vagina, and she began inserting her 
fingers into the tenderness of the moistly vulnerable opening. She pushed 
her finger deep into her own tunnel, and as a result was able to feel him as 
he surged in and out of her tightly fragile rectum. 

He felt her fingers as they slowly began to move inside her empty vagina; a 
tunnel that had been denied the use of his cock and that clamored for it. 
The thrilling feeling maddened him, sending waves of heated, violent lust 
shooting through his quivering body. He speeded up the in-and-out tempo of 
his moving penis into the tightness of her back passage. It seemed to tear 
viciously into the tightly resisting channel, lubricated solely by the oils 
seeping from his own penis. He fucked faster and faster, making her groan 
and moan with masochistic delight, begging him not to stop. 

"Unh... fuck me harrderrr... harrrderrr... don't stop... she begged. 
"PLEASE... I feel something... don't stop... " she moaned beneath him as her 
hips continued thrusting back and forth at his pelvis. 

Freddy felt a sudden desire to join the movement of her fingers inside her 
vagina. He left the fondling of her rear cheeks very reluctantly, then slid 
his two hands beneath her quivering thighs, feeling the superbly soft flesh 
on the insides of her thighs. 

His hands now joined hers, and he gripped her slender wrists very firmly to 
let her know she was, under any and all circumstances, to keep her fingers 
where they were at present. Then he began to ease his own forefinger into 
the tight, but well-lubricated slit alongside her own fingers. He was able 
to feel the intriguing button on her tender clitoris with his thumb, and he 
gave the erect little point an intimate bit of pressure, making the hardness 
squash back against the fleshy inner lips of her tender vagina. 

"Ohhhhhh... uunnnhhh... yesss... yesss... " she whisperingly gasped. 
"Harrrderrr... fuck me harrrderrr... " 

The man hastened to obey, urging his pulsing cock even more savagely into 
the tightness of her squeezing rectum. When she turned her head, he felt her 
breath, hot and sweet on his face as she tried kissing him. Shit! She was 
one terrific broad, all right! 

"Thatta baby, thatta baby, thatta baby," he moaned. "Oh Jesus! You're cunt 
is so goddam fucking tight! OH God! And your asshole is even tighter! 
Uuunnnhhh!" 

His fingers worked with hers in the openness of her tightly narrow, sucking 
vagina, and without warning he felt the finger slippery with the heat of her 
wet fluid cascading around their dually thrusting hands. 

"Gonna come!" he gasped. "Can't stop it! Oh AHHH! I can't stop it! Too 
strong... uuugghh... too strong... hhhaaannnggghhh... come on, babbbyyy... " 

But in spite of Freddy's protestations that he was going to come, he held 
back for a moment longer, and that moment was all Doreen needed. 

"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHHUUUIMIMISIGGGHHH!" 
she bellowed, the orgasm tearing through her rectum and her vagina as she 
realized she had nerve-endings in her back passage that were just as 
sensitive as the nerve-endings in her vagina, and the nerve-endings in her 
throat. She bucked, slamming her buttocks against his belly and thighs again 
and again, unable to stop herself, moving wildly up and down as the orgasm 
surged through her. Yet, through it all, there was pain, because she wasn't 
used to having her rear tunnel defiled this way. This was the first time the 
pain hadn't faded away, and Doreen was determined never to allow some 
stranger to sodomize her again. 

Freddy felt the uncontrollable tightening in his own shuddering, squeezing 
loins, and he knew he was about to burst wide open. His throbbing testicles 
felt ready to shatter. It was utterly impossible for him to hold back any 
longer no matter how hard he tried. The urge to send his sperm shooting into 
the depths of her tight, rear orifice was totally overwhelming. The 
throbbing, engulfing walls of her seething rectum clung tightly to his penis 
and he launched himself violently on an uncontrollable, unstoppable trip 
into infinity." 

"AAARRRGGGHHHUUUIMNIMGGGHHH... HHHAAANNNGGGHHH... GGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH... 
GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH... YYYAAARRRGGGHHH HHHAAAUUUGGGHHH!" he bellowed, 
slamming his thighs all the more solidly against the round rubbery buttocks. 
She continually thrust her hips wildly against him, impaling herself on his 
massive rod as they rocked out their orgasms together. There was no question 
but that the climax was more than satisfactory, but it still bothered Doreen 
to think some man thought her easy and available just because she worked for 
Pete Pecan. The time had come for her to end all this. No more being used. 
No more being some man's damned body slave. From now on, when she fucked, it 
would be because she wanted to fuck. It would not be for a recording 
contract or a playing date or any other reason. From now on she was 
determined to be her own woman. Until she actually married, she belonged to 
no one. No one! 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

The following morning, she walked over to Gerry Link and said, "I'm ready to 
split this outfit. What about you?" 

"I've been ready for a long time now," Gerry replied. 

"Why in God's name didn't you let me know instead of allowing me to go 
through all this hell?" she asked. 

"Hell? Doreen, you enjoyed every last little bit of it, and you know it," 
Gerry said to her. "Let's stop kidding ourselves. You had to find yourself, 
and I was waiting for you to do just that. Now that you've told me you're 
ready, so am I. I don't know what kind of money you have saved up, and I 
don't care. I'm going to start my own four-piece orchestra, maybe five-piece 
orchestra and play at catered affairs. I'm doing all the financing." 

"I'm with you all the way," she told him, "just as long as it's clearly 
understood that I'm not expected to put out for anyone in order to secure 
some kind of contract." 

"From now on," he told her, "you put out only for me." 

"I wonder if you'll want me after the first time we make love," she said to 
him. 

"If you think I'm worried about all that hogwash the other guys have been 
spilling, forget it. I don't care how tight you are, there was never a 
woman's vagina yet able to cut off a man's penis, and you aren't going to 
separate me from mine. Now I suggest you go upstairs, pack, and after we 
collect our pay from Pete, we simply say goodbye to him." 

"He won't like our leaving without giving notice," she said. 

"Do you care?" he asked. 

"No!" she replied. 

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

That night, in a small motel on Long Island, a new dimension was added to 
sex as far as Doreen was concerned. It was called love. She had thrown 
herself into it wholeheartedly, with the wildest abandon, discovering she 
was capable of having multiple orgasms as she came sexually alive in Gerry 
Link's arms as she had with no other man. She must have had seventeen 
separate orgasms, each one tightly clenching his cock, yet not once did 
Gerry flinch. 

Afterward, when her body was sated, she saw Gerry had not yet climaxed, and 
she was determined to make him do so. 

"Would you like to try my rectum?" she asked. 

"Not this time," he replied. 

"Then we'll have to do it my way," she said. 

"Christ!" Gerry gasped. "You're one helluva woman, do you know that? You're 
really easy for me to fall in love with." 

"Why don't you just relax and let me do the work," she smiled. 

"Lie back and let me do all the work, and I promise you won't be the least 
little bit disappointed." 

Sliding his cock from the flooded depths of her satisfied cunt, he lay down 
on the bed, and though he knew she had probably learned every sex trick in 
the book, he was astounded to see how adept she was at everything. He lay 
back, his throbbing organ stabbing the air. 

Doreen crouched over him and gripped his throbbing cock in her hand. Then 
she lowered her lovely face to it and took just the tip of it inside her 
ovaled lips. Her tongue began swirling around the apricot-shaped glans, and 
then she began pushing her head a little lower, sucking harder, slurping on 
it, and engulfing more of the organ on each downstroke. She sucked more and 
more strongly, and it was more than Gerry was able to resist. He gasped, 
then silently began spewing the hot contents of his throbbing balls in her 
mouth, watching as she swallowed everything. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped. "Your mouth feels like honey." 

"I'm glad it was good for you. I just hope you won't hold it against me in 
the future that I learned everything with all those others." 

"Don't be ridiculous," Gerry told her, still gasping. "Does a diamond change 
because it's been worn by others? No way, you and I belong TOGETHER. I know 
you've been with other men and I don't care. I told you before, I used to be 
with other women. What's past is past. We have our future to look forward 
to, now. Pete is fuming because he's minus a piano player and a sax player, 
but I've already been speaking to a few other out-of-work musicians, and 
I've also been talking to a few of the better catering houses on Long 
Island. Don't be surprised if we make a connection, and VERY SOON." 

"You know, Gerry," she said, now lying beside him. "I think I'm already in 
love with you." 

"I'm glad if you are" he assured her. "because I fell in love with you the 
first time I saw you. Now we can be in love with each other for the rest of 
our LIVES!" 


THE END
