RX-244  Under Uncle's Loving Care
(Katheryn Landis)


FOREWORD 

"Conventional morality begins its operations by the imposition of taboos in 
childhood. A child is taught, at a very early age, not to touch certain 
parts of the body while grown-up people are looking." Bertrand Russell 
states this aphorism sagely in his look at sex and ethics, Marriage and 
Morals, a classic of scholarly insight. 

Of course many of us are well aware of this, having all been children 
ourselves. But the taboos, we realize, go beyond this. We are taught not to 
say certain things or respond to others in certain, forbidden ways. Since 
these forbidden modes of action or conversation are mysterious, they are 
intriguing, and a good many children respond to them privately, that is, 
when adults are not present. Don't we all remember Post Office and 
Spin-the-Bottle. or Doctor and Nurse? 

It is not difficult to delineate a sub-cult consisting of the youngsters who 
are experiencing emerging sexuality. Adults are, by common consent, strictly 
excluded from this minor group. They are, during these sessions of exciting 
experimentation, The Enemy. 

Pubescence and its concomitant surge of forbidden desire in the awakening 
young body is a phenomenon which varies according to the age of each 
individual. Other factors affecting this are exposure to repeated comments 
on sex and the emphasis these comments bear. If parents continue to preach 
the dire evils of sex, the children may develop a morbid preoccupation with 
it. one that could quite easily stultify their maturation, into 
well-adjusted adults. On the other hand, a bland, healthy attitude about the 
sex drive and its natural gratification would seem to lead to the 
development of a wholesome attitude toward this necessary and normal 
biological drive. 

If sex were a crime, as is taught in so many homes, why would it be an 
inherent characteristic common to all peoples of all times? Wouldn't the 
cessation of sex result in the ultimate depletion of mankind? Of course. 

It is a certainty that moderation and intelligence should be exercised 
between parents as they tutor their children in the mores and morals of 
society. Clearly this is not always the case. Some parents are terribly 
strict, and go so far as to terrify their boys and girls about the 
devastating evils resulting from that most universal of ail pubescent 
activities, masturbation. Others, on the other hand, have gone so far as to 
engage in sexual intercourse with their children. 

We make no comment on the eventual effects of these two abnormal practices 
except to say that neither appears to be wise. That they might not be 
doesn't alter the fact that they occur. 

This is a book about an incestuous relationship between a young girl, aged 
thirteen, and her uncle, who takes over (he role of sole parent and 
guardian. It should be apparent to the reader that the uncle is a confirmed 
pederast, hut his deviation is modified, happily, by the fact that he loves 
the girl. This would not justify their relationship, neither in the eyes of 
the law, nor in the spectrum of conventional morality. Yet one might ask, 
"As long as they both enjoy what they're doing, where's the harm?" 

Incest has been practiced widely, by many people, the medieval clergy 
providing shirking cases in point. Strange that the champions of morality 
and ethics should have indulged so brazenly in this unnatural perversion, 
but history cannot be blanked on this point. 

Since there are only speculative answers to speculative questions, we leave 
it to you, the reader, to indulge in your own determination about Mary. Will 
she grow up a hopeless, cripple as a result of her relationship with her 
uncle:' Or will she mature as a person who sees sex for what it is, a 
delightful personal experience? These and many other questions are 
interestingly wrapped in the frank bur plausible book you now hold in your 
hand. 


Chapter One 

Mary knew the touch of a man's hand, but now something was wrong. Her heart 
was thumping like a rapid-fire cannon in her ears and previously silent 
sirens screamed in warning. True, her uncle's hand was only around her 
waist. True, it was rather dim in the living room. And true, nobody else was 
home. She knew, in her mind that nothing could possibly be wrong. But 
something in her thirteen-year-old body was alarmed. Or, at any rate, she 
thought that it was alarm, fright, terror. 

"What's the matter, Mary?" he asked, whispering softly into her ear, his 
lips brushing the long, light blonde hair that fell so easily down over her 
slender, shaking shoulders. 

It took her a while to answer. Her mouth was dry and she knew that not only 
could she not speak without sounding like a frog croaking, she didn't know 
what to answer. Finally, when she had worked some saliva into her 
terror-dried mouth and thought about her predicament, she whined: "I don't 
know, Uncle Al." 

He held her on his lap, his legs to the side on the sofa. She faced straight 
out, huddled warmly against him in the shifting colors of the dim light cast 
out from the color television. His hand had cupped her youthful hip 
familiarly, his fingertips almost pressing against that proud though mostly 
hairless little mound of Venus at the base of her belly. Shots of undiluted 
animal lust were racing through Al, bridled only by the fact that he didn't 
want to rape her, make her cry, make her tell. No, he knew that he had 
plenty of time. His sister wouldn't be home from Florida for two weeks. 

"How fabulous of you, Al!" she had said, when he told her that he would look 
after Mary. 

"I'd love to," he had replied in rare honesty, and continued, "you know that 
I'm simply mad about her!" The plain fact was that he was mad about his 
young niece. But his affection for her was not of that pure, avuncular 
category that might seem to promise crisp guardianship. But Al didn't go 
into details; he spoke, as usual, in riddles. So his sister got to go to 
Cape Kennedy to be with her husband, an Air Force liaison officer. 

The two-week vacation was to include the witnessing of a space shot from the 
press block-house, a week at the Ocean Reef on Key Largo, some deep-sea 
fishing, and a solid round of cocktail parties. She had been burning to go, 
but couldn't find a baby-sitter that she trusted. And Mary couldn't be taken 
out of school for two weeks since it was so close to the end of the school 
year. 

Thus, Al Ronson's gallantly-offered services were accepted. 

And now, Al had his prey in his lap, holding her. He was so excited about 
his good fortune that he could hardly contain himself. His cock was like a 
smoldering log in his pants, hard and tingling, sat upon by the delightful 
little bottom of his precious young niece. His hand had already cupped the 
soft, modest mound of her nubile breast and he was quick to notice that her 
set of feminine reactions were intact. Yes, her little nipple had sprung out 
as expected, burning into the palm of his hand like a quarter-inch 
ball-bearing superheated by an acetylene torch. Then, after it was erect, Al 
had sat back to see it press the white cotton of her blouse out. 

The teasing joy of this game was so delicious that his mind was a raging 
inferno of lascivious excitement, whirling madly toward the vortex of naked 
lust and ultimate sexual gratification. He knew that he was embarked on a 
reckless course of incest, and with a mere child at that, but this 
realization only bellowed the lust-fires with pure oxygen, making them lick 
and dance higher, more hotly, more evilly. He knew that he was a prisoner of 
his own mind, unable to halt or even divert the imperceptible, relentless 
march of his salacious appetite. 

It's problematic that he would have veered away if he would have been able 
to muster the necessary strength, but that is all highly speculative, since 
he was beyond the point of no return. Like a tiger which has tasted the 
saltiness of human blood once, Al had experienced the sweetness of Mary's 
soft, slender form; no force on earth short of bondage or death could have 
stopped him. 

Innocent Mary only vaguely comprehended that she was being used. Those soft, 
warm caresses of his hands were, in themselves, quite pleasant and 
comforting to her. She wasn't overly concerned about her mother's trip. In 
fact, she had taken it like a little woman, telling her mother to have a 
good time in Florida. And she wasn't at all upset about being Al's ward for 
two weeks, because she had always been fond of him. Truthfully, she didn't 
know what was going on in her body, but then she couldn't be expected to 
know, for she had never experienced the stretchings and churnings of 
incipient sex before. 

As she sat there in Al's lap, her thighs were almost shivering with a 
strange hotness, a tingling itch that was almost like electrical vibrations. 
Her tummy seemed to be like a storm-tossed sea, shifting and rumbling hotly. 
And, for the first time in her life, she felt strangely obtrusive, as though 
she were a human stump of no consequence, sticking up from Uncle Al's lap. 
In all, it was an uncomfortable experience for her and she knew that it was 
inappropriate; she should have been comfortable. 

Al, despite his sexual frenzy, realized that she was nervous and he drew his 
own conclusions. He had slowed where he couldn't stop, and now his hand was 
placed warmly against the softness of her side, affectionately, he thought, 
and not blatantly sexually. 

Mary was anything but worried about an overt sexual advance from her own 
uncle. Why, they were friends. He would take her to the amusement park and 
they would go on the roller coaster, the Silver Streak, the sail-planes, the 
speed-boat. He would buy her cotton candy and popcorn with lots of melted 
butter. They would spend an hour in the Fun House, and then go on the 
Pretzel. And always they would go on those spooky rides. He had held her 
then. Sure, his hand had held her breast. Mary knew that but she didn't care 
because it meant absolutely nothing to her. It was as though he had touched 
her shoulder or knee or hand. So what? 

No, something else was worrying Mary (even though Al didn't realize this). 
Her body seemed to be on fire and she could hardly breathe. Shifting 
nervously in his lap, she put her hand down on his leg to help lift her as 
she moved. Unexpectedly, she grabbed something she couldn't identify through 
her meager experience. It was hot, long. about as thick as a Polish sausage 
or thick frankfurter. 

Puzzled, she felt it and then squeezed it, trying to figure out what it 
might be. Finally, stumped, she looked insouciantly at her uncle, 
inquisitiveness gaining the upper hand. "What's this, Uncle Al?" she asked, 
frowning and still sizing it up in her hand. 

"What's what?" he asked nervously in an idiotic attempt to stall her while 
he collected himself from I the shock. Besides, he was deriving incredible 
jolts f of arousal from the sensation of her small hand on his cock. Can't 
she really know? he asked himself. 

"This thing, right here," she elaborated, grasping it through the tight 
material of his gray woolen flannel slacks. She was trying to separate it, 
lift it from its position tight against his leg. 

She judged it to be about five or six inches long, part of his body, perhaps 
something like a hardened tumor that she didn't know anything I about. Her 
curiosity about it was peaked, and she wanted to see it. The thing intrigued 
her, and she noticed that, as she touched it, some of her internal 
discomfort seemed to mellow, as though she were hungry in some strange way 
and holding that hot object satisfied her odd hunger. She looked at Al and 
frowned quizzically. 

"Well, Mary honey," he said, and cleared his throat. His finger hooked into 
his collar and slid around it while he stretched his neck in a gesture of 
nervousness. He tried a smile and then a hoarse laugh, or chuckle, burst 
from his mouth. His forehead was red and perspiring and the veins in his 
temples stood out prominently. "Errr, well, ummm, never mind. How's I tell 
you later?" 

Al had always screwed around with little girls in his mind, but he never had 
been able to muster up the requisite courage or recklessness to actually 
seduce one, until this minute. And now the tables were turned. In effect, 
she was innocently seducing him. Her naivet stunned him, and the candor 
with which she asked him what his cock was while actually holding it and 
squeezing it astonished him, plunging him, at the same time, into even 
blacker depths of lascivious delight. 

His mind raced like a computer, and searched for ways to make some 
mutually-satisfactory exchange of anatomical data. Sharp spears of lecherous 
pleasure coursed up his torso from his groin as her small hand maintained 
its grasp and slowly, sinuously, subtly began to move back and forth on that 
lust-hardened shaft of male sexuality. 

My God, he thought, she's beating me off! He knew that her movement was only 
instinctive, but the burning question at the front of his mind was: Just how 
instinctive is this little wench? 

Judie, Al's sister, had left only seven hours before, catching the four 
o'clock jet to Orlando. She was to be away from the house slightly more than 
two weeks. At this rate, Al surmised with a mixture of obscene delight and 
hopeless bewilderment, that two weeks may be a strange eternity indeed. His 
hand moved up slowly and it once again cupped the small but relevant 
out-thrust of the child's nubile breast. He did this calmly now, without the 
previous fear of being noticed and trapped. 

"Do you know what I'm doing?" he asked her, once again lowering her voice to 
a whisper, speaking into her ear as he leaned against her and fondled that 
fine little globe of softness. He strained up with his lower body so that 
her hand's pressure would be even harder on his throbbing cock. 

"Hold me," she replied, disregarding his question. As she said it she 
grasped his penis with all her might and turned toward him to regard him 
with eyes that were deep and troubled. At once she noticed that his hand on 
her breast was different now than it had ever been and she also became 
clearly aware of new floods of hot, though soothing, rivers of ecstatic fire 
in her young body. It was as though she had been hibernating all her life 
and had very suddenly become aroused. 

Her hunger was intense and she knew that her hand and his had something to 
do with feeding. What it was, she wasn't certain. All she really knew was 
this: Something very strange was happening to her and she had to do 
something about it. 

The vague realization that the tables were being turned on him stunned Al, 
but he collected himself and took advantage of the situation with the 
courageous abandon of a confirmed lecher. His free hand slipped down to her 
belly and still further down, so that the nubby wool of her plaid skirt 
tickled his already-tinglingly-sensitive fingers. At the first touch of her 
smooth legs, he sighed audibly, knowing that the road he was on led to one 
place and one place only. Confirming this: She snuggled down a bit in his 
lap. Her hand's manipulation increased in firmness and speed. Now it was 
sexual madness, a twenty-seven-year-old bachelor and a thirteen-year-old 
nymphet, for that's what he was beginning to think of her as ... 

Mary whimpered as she felt the touch of his hand on her bare thighs, and she 
tightened her body as that hand tracked slowly upward toward her moist, hot 
crotch. That hand seemed to leave a trail of fire under her skin, raising 
that skin in blisters as though it had been seared. She cuddled into him and 
her legs twitched, moving involuntarily apart to allow that nasty but 
exciting hand better access to that part of her which seemed to need it so 
much. 

Now every one of her nerves seemed to radiate from a central point which was 
located well up in her belly, at an unitchable place of seething heat. Up 
her trunk and to her breasts flashed the heat of her desire, making her 
heart thud in her throat and then her ears. Her legs quivered and twitched 
spasmodically, and right where his hand was the itch was overwhelmingly 
powerful. She thrust her hand down, clutched his wrist, and forced his hand 
right up against the wetness of the thin nylon crotchband of her underpants, 
crying out as though in mortal anguish. "Ooohhh, Uncle Allll ... !" 

He had never experienced anything to top it! The girl-child was actually 
raping him! He had thought about feeling her a bit, about copping a feel of 
her forming breasts and maybe even seeing her virginal little pussy, but 
never had he envisioned a hairy episode to match this! Although he was 
attractive and therefore had enjoyed his fair share of girls (and women), he 
had usually drawn the line at eighteen, the safe, legal age. 
Eighteen-year-olds were, he assumed, legal because they knew, for the most 
part, what sex was ail about (and he wondered how they knew since they were 
illegal). 

Now, with a red-hot little thirteen-year-old in his bubbling lap, he was 
forced to wonder how Mary knew what sex was all about, because she was 
certainly leading the parade as though she had been over the route a few 
times before. He wormed his fingers into that nylon undergarment and began 
to rub the modest but weeping slit of her cunt, trying with each back and 
forth movement to insinuate a finger into the hot, clasping wetness of that 
hole. Above, his hand slipped into her blouse and he clutched her naked 
breast, kneading the pliant little orb of feminine softness as though his 
very life depended on it. 

His balls were dancing like whirling dervishes in the moist, wrinkled sac of 
his scrotum and his cock, under her innocent but aggressive ministrations, 
stretched to even more delirious sensitivity. He was about to explode in his 
pants so suddenly he pulled his hands away, lifted her from his lap, and 
panted. 

"My God, Mary," he rasped coarsely, his breath coming in audible sobs, "come 
into your bedroom! Let's do this right!" 

Mary's legs hardly held her and she, too, was sobbing as she breathed. Her 
ears thundered and she blinked at her uncle as the blood rushed from her 
head. "Uncle Al, what are we doing? I'm scared! I've never felt so ... crazy 
..." 

"Never mind, honey," he said, taking her into his arms as though she weighed 
a mere ounce. He almost stumbled in his haste to reach that promising bed of 
hers. His erection had managed to swing up inside his slacks so that it was 
now up, the blood-engorged glans pressing maddeningly against the waistband 
above the fly. He was perspiring profusely and every muscle in his body was 
shaking. His nerves were stretched like a bowstring and they, too, centered 
around his seat of desire. 

Scurrying into the bedroom with her like some sex-crazed Quasimodo, he was 
blind with pure, provocative sexuality. Lust was now his master, guiding him 
unthinking down the dangerous path of licentiousness, but he was a willing 
follower, Mary, his cargo of nubile docility, clung to him, her slender 
frame shaking and rubbing against him sensuously. 

Before he threw her onto the bed she wrapped an arm around his neck and 
smashed her small but full red lips against his in a searing kiss that made 
her head spin and knocked the very breath from her lungs. Her tongue forced 
its way between his wildly working lips, prying them easily open so that it 
would be able to mingle in the dark recesses of his mouth. As their tongues 
touched and rolled together playfully like two porpoises in the warm depths 
of the Caribbean, Mary's stomach seemed to burst. She had to break the 
torrid kiss, pull her face away, and take in a sobbing gasp. 

"God, Uncle Al, what's happening to me?!" she said. "I feel as though I'm 
going to faint! What are we doing, anyway ... ?" 

For an answer, he placed her gently on the bed and sat beside her, his eyes 
searching those pure blue pools of her troubled and questioning eyes. Those 
huge, slightly slanted eyes of hers were no longer beautiful, as he had seen 
them so often; now they were like one magnificent, cool pond, beckoning him 
irresistibly into its invitingly pure water. Looking deep, he saw movement; 
looking more closely, he saw something that made him cringe, recoil, gasp in 
terror. He saw DEATH! VIOLENT DEATH! 

A severe frown overtook his usually calm countenance and he sprang up from 
the bed, chilled to the marrow of his bones. All sexuality fled before the 
onrushing armies of dimly apprehended terror and he ran from the room, 
literally, shaken so badly that only a stiff belt of straight Scotch would 
be able to calm him. What he had seen could not be identified by him, but he 
knew that it was ghastly, or at least tragic. 

Into the kitchen, to the cupboard, grasp the bottle of Haig & Haig. It 
burned deliciously, making him shudder, pull in air in a sharp intake 
scented and flavored by the Scotch, relax. Aaahhh, God, he asked himself, 
shuddering again and shaking his head, what was that?! 

"Uncle Al!" Mary called from the bedroom, "what's wrong! Come here! I'm 
scared ... !" Her voice was young, innocent, plaintive. 

He poured another half-glass of the pungent whisky and downed it, wiping his 
mouth with the back of his hand which still held the stopper of the bottle. 
He capped the bottle and muttered an oaths then walked back through the 
darkened house to Mary's small bedroom. When he saw her he chuckled at 
himself for being so very foolish; she was the most precious little darling 
in the whole world! Her eyes couldn't possibly have radiated such an eerie 
advertisement - or omen. Not by any means ... ! 

"Uncle Al," Mary cried, looking at him as though he were the strange one, 
"what's the matter with you? You're all white and shaking!" She cowered 
against the headboard, her legs tucked under her so that only her knees 
showed in front of the hem of her skirt. 

He glanced at his watch. Eleven forty-six, "N-nothing, hon," he stammered. 
Eyeing her warily once again, he had distinct sensations of - queasiness, 
undefined evil, lurking terror. It was so palpable, this feeling, that he 
was almost unaware that he was holding his breath. 

His hands were clenched, his jaws were tight so that the muscles were like 
twisted steel cable, and he felt as though he were whirling. Only with the 
greatest effort could he snap out of it, and then when his glance met hers 
again, he felt different all of a sudden, as though a brisk, cool, morning 
breeze had blown away some foul and unpleasant ghost-infested swamp miasma. 
But now her eyes were stranger than they had been before! They now had a 
pathetic quality, emitting an unspoken plea for sympathy, for tender love, 
for acceptance. And, at the same time, they danced devilishly, promising him 
carnal pleasures that he couldn't imagine. They were no longer the eyes of a 
mere thirteen-year-old, they were polished amethysts, backed by hotly 
gleaming obsidian fresh from a fiery volcano. He was totally ignorant of the 
rest of the girl as she sat there and stared morosely at him. Nothing 
mattered to him, at that minute, but those telepathic eyes. 

Am I seeing in them what I want to see? he asked himself, trying to get a 
grip on his faltering faculties. Her voice brought him back. 

"Uncle Al," she whimpered pathetically, "I'm scared and cold. I want my 
mom." 

"All right, honey," Al said, finally managing to get the upper hand on his 
weirdly contorted emotions, "I'll comfort you." He moved slowly toward the 
bed, but now all sensuality was missing from his previously excited body. He 
still shook a bit, but it was an emotional carryover from the stunning 
experience of a few seconds before. He had the distinct impression, though 
it was only, a dimly felt suspicion, that he had peered into a sort of 
Pandora's Box; something he had seen in her eyes was forbidding, cryptic, 
arcane, chilling. Now, looking at her, he saw a frightened little girl, or a 
frightened little replica of a woman, because she was, in fact, more of a 
small woman than a young girl at that moment. 

It would have been inaccurate to think of her as a child, especially after 
what she had just been doing, especially after that passionately stirring 
kiss she had branded him with. No, her breasts were not full globes of 
creamy softness, her hips were not flared as they one day would be in 
anticipation of child-bearing, her thighs and calves were not as filled out 
as they would be within three or four years, but she was a woman, and there 
was no doubt in Al Ronson's mind about that. As he looked at her he saw her 
for what she was-a young adolescent in whom the body and mind was awakening. 

It was his distinct good fortune to be with her for a while during this 
exciting incubation period, and he congratulated himself. But before he 
could boast, even to himself, she once again took the initiative, sliding 
her small hand slowly up the woolen material of his slacks from his knee, 
relentlessly toward his crotch. A shiver of delight shot through him and he 
wanted to take her in his arms right then. The angel was a perfect replica 
of her mother, whom Al had always loved a little more than he should. But he 
had never done anything with Judie; when they were young together, his 
taboos were too strict. Besides, she was four years older than he, and he 
never did manage to muster the necessary nerve to approach her. 

But now he was with little Mary, and her hand was creeping up his leg, 
toward that lump that intrigued her so. He wondered if she knew what it was, 
really. Perhaps she does, he thought; perhaps she's having fun and games 
with me. Well, he concluded, a semi-smile on his unsymmetrically handsome 
face, I'm game! 

As suddenly as it came, his uneasiness left, leaving a vacuum in his spirit 
which was at once inundated by the darkly sweet syrup of erotic arousal. He 
gazed at Mary hungrily, not trying to disguise the hot lust sparkling in his 
gray eyes. 

Confused and so excited that she could hardly think, Mary had to touch Al. 
The last whip of that kiss had yanked her stomach loose from its mooring, 
sending it toppling crazily throughout her body. Thinking about the 
thrilling sensation of her tongue in his alien mouth, mingling with his, was 
deliciously illicit, something that she might surely rate a spanking for 
from her mom - she hardly ever saw her dad, who was always away. Her hand 
seemed to crave to touch him, despite her uneasiness about how he may react 
to such forwardness on her part. 

She tried to control herself, but it was futile. But when she looked at him, 
saw the beginnings of crow's feet beyond the outsides of his laughing eyes, 
saw that he wasn't angry but, quite the opposite, pleased, she unashamedly 
hurried to her bidden destination, wrapping her vibrating fingers around 
that mysteriously warm and hard thing once again. She sighed and, precisely 
at that moment, heard him echo that sigh. This made her laugh, and her 
laughter tinkled like the chiming of a crystal bell when Al joined her. 

But, Ha Ha Ha, Al was thinking, I'll get the last laugh, little miss! 

His hand went directly to the front of her blouse, and he began to pop - 
open the small buttons, starting at the top. Each time he undid a button, 
his heart skipped a beat. Madness! he screamed at himself, but he couldn't 
stop. The V of tanned, inviting skin became larger as her blouse front 
opened wider, and his arms and legs began to quake uncontrollably. His mouth 
went dry as the first rose-colored edge of her modest little aureoles was 
exposed. He avoided her searching, magic eyes carefully, welding his hot 
gaze to those twin mounds of delectable flesh that were capped so stirringly 
by those deep pink haloes and proud little nipples. He had felt her breasts, 
but he had never imagined that they would look quite so mature, quite so 
alluringly delicious. Hurrying now, pulled by the forces of insatiable 
arousal, he undid the last two little buttons and reached forward with both 
hands to spread that veil of opaque cotton so that he might gaze at the 
pleasures that were there to succor his lecherous lust. 

God, he muttered silently, look at those perfect: little tits! 

All this while Mary had been moaning softly, as though she were a baby 
crooning herself to sleep. Her mewls were sybaritic, low, hypnotic, soft, 
belying her obvious immaturity. Not even she knew why she was groaning - 
certainly she didn't hurt! But some indefinable bliss was spreading over 
her, a final sort of delirium devoid of pain, but joltingly alive with uncut 
pleasure. She would have undressed herself if he hadn't done it, she knew 
that. And she had to wonder why! After all, Uncle Al was rather a stranger; 
not an intimate of the family like mom or dad ... 

Nevertheless, she knew that she experiencing a set of new thrills that was 
made even more delicious by the forbidden nature of their activities. Each 
thrill was an end in itself, leading excitedly to an even stronger rush of 
deep and fulfilling pleasure that she had a hard time understanding. All she 
knew was that she loved it! She loved touching him, wrapping her small, hot 
hand around that tube of meat, that mysterious sausage, and she loved the 
luxury of his warm, friendly gaze on her naked breasts. 

"Oooh, Uncle Al, I feel so very, very fine! God, would mom kill me if she 
knew! We can't ever tell her - can we ... ?" 

Despite himself, he chuckled. "I won't say a word to her about it, Mary. Not 
if you don't." This new conspiracy gave Al the shot of additional confidence 
that he needed. Mary was no longer his niece, she was now his cohort. The 
only disadvantage to going all the way with her - if she could take it - had 
been the well-founded fear that she might crack and tell her mother 
everything. Of course there was still this element of suspense, but her 
admission that she wouldn't tell did tip the scales a bit in favor of a 
sexual tryst. 

He had heard of many thirteen-year-olds who had fucked, and fucked damned 
well, too. Somehow, his own niece seemed too young, but he was never able to 
shake the idea that she was beautiful, desirable, ready. Many's the night 
that he had dreamed of her, only to consummate that dream with the fantastic 
act; and he would wake up with a sticky mess of cold, clammy cum cloying to 
the skin and hair of his calmed crotch. Now he was living the dream, so to 
speak, and every one of his senses was alive and tingling with eager 
anticipation. 

He knew that what he was doing was unpardonably salacious, lecherous to the 
nth degree, but he reveled in that lasciviousness as a dog rolls on a dead 
bird. The obscene quality of the pedophiliac incest made the experience even 
more erotic for him, and the sight of the half-naked little girl sitting on 
the bed enthralled him. Her hand, massaging his pulsating prick so 
demandingly, also incited him to those rare heights of arousal that few men 
ever know and that most can't stand. 

"Mom won't have to know," Al said, smiling as he moved closer. 

Just as he was about to fondle her breasts, she pushed his hand away and 
regarded him with such intense pathos that he was once again stunned by her. 
"Uncle Al, I'm only thirteen. Nobody expects me to know much and I don't 
know much. Like this - I don't understand what it is, but yet I do. But I 
want to say something. And ... well, I just don't quite know how to say it 
-" She shrugged and suddenly he saw a tear form at the corner of her eye. 

"What is it, honey?" he coaxed warmly, "just spit it out - I'll try to 
understand." His hand diverted and went to her shoulder. 

"I- I have the-the-terrible ... feeling that - that something awful has 
happened -! With this she exploded into a tempest of tears, shaking and 
removing her hand so that she could hide her face, and her undefined, grief, 
in both hands. 

Moved but confused, Al went closer and cuddled her, rocking back and forth 
on the bed as he held her. There was a certain amount of alarm in his 
thought-pattern just then, because he most naturally assumed that he had 
done something "awful" to her, something, that she wouldn't be able to live 
with - at least, not with any comfort for her or security for him. 
"Something I - we've done?" he asked, thinking one thing and then 
diplomatically correcting the question. 

When she was finally able to reply, she sniffed, wiped her face with her 
hand, and looked at him, her eyelashes stuck together by the tears. "No, Al! 
Not us! I just don't know what it is! I just don't know!" Her hand grasped 
his and she brought it"to her mouth and kissed it, then ground her teeth 
sinuously against his knuckles, a dreamy look in her eyes. Speaking from 
thousands of miles away, she continued: "I need you now. I have never felt 
like this. Something's wrong ... I can feel it. I feel empty inside; cold 
and empty. Al-?" and she released his hand and looked searchingly at him, as 
though to weight the-effect of her next words, "will you be close to me - 
nice to me -?" 

"I will, darling Mary," Al said. His body was now almost buzzing with the 
corporeal realization that she actually wanted him. 

Mary saw this clearly and her slow tears abated. She took his cheeks in her 
hands, closed her eyes, and leaned forward, her belly hot and runny from the 
anticipation of the light kiss. Her lips met his, she brushed hers against 
his in back and forth movements, and then threw her arms around his neck and 
smashed herself against him, crying out from deep in her throat as her lips 
ground against his so hard that she could taste the thick salinity of their 
mingling blood. Another cry of youthful abandon escaped as she felt his 
firm, cool hands insinuate themselves between their bodies and cup the 
incendiary flesh of her aching breasts. That pair of fondling grasps made 
dizzying flashes of insatiable desire well up inside her like oil from a 
gusher, and she wagged her shoulders back and forth as she pressed as hard 
against him as she could. 

This time it was Al who had to break the kiss, and she threw her head beside 
his, whispering in a lust-hoarse voice, "yesss, oh, yesss, grab them hard, 
Al! Hurt me! God, how I need you tonight!" 

Al had heard words like this before, but from passionate older women, never 
from a girl under twenty. He reacted automatically, and kneaded those 
breasts, panting and grunting with the effort. Her nipples were once again 
hard as little diamonds, and the haloes around them seemed to buzz with a 
cry for torture. 

"Harder, oh God, harderrr!" she whispered, and thrust her tongue into his 
ear, trying to spear it all the way into the center of his head. Her hand 
frantically felt for that lump of hot maleness she instinctively knew to be 
his erect penis. She realized all of a sudden that, no matter what, she had 
to have it. She had to fuck! 

"AAAHHH!" Al moaned, feeling her hand grasp him as goose-pimples by the 
millions marched up and down his body from her tongue in his ear. Very few 
things excited him like that did, and now she was once again grasping his 
excited prick. Able to stand it no more, he thrust her rudely onto the bed 
so that her bottom was aimed at him. Quick as a flash, he unzipped her short 
skirt and pulled it down, leaving the disheveled girl clad only in her 
wrinkled, open blouse and her flowered nylon underpants. Raising her, he 
pulled the blouse off, and then he hooked his index fingers into the tight 
elastic waist-band of her panties and pulled them down. She cooperated with 
a surprising maturity, being docile while watching him through half-closed 
eyes. 

Her nostrils were flared and the pink tip of her tongue flicked back and 
forth across her parted, pouting lips in an attempt to wet them. Lying on 
her back, her miniature breasts were like two halves of a very large pear 
placed on her smooth chest, capped with halves of chokecherries. They heaved 
as she took gulp after gulp of air, and her wide-flung hands opened and 
closed spasmodically In a rhythmic, sensuous tempo. 

She was now naked, and Ai's hot feasted on her nubile softness. It had been 
a year since he had seen her in a bathing suit, and he was quick to notice 
the change. She had filled out quite a bit; he didn't have to be an 
architect to notice the changed lines. As his eyes focused on her crotch, 
his breath caught in his throat. 

The delicate little lips of her cunt were not framed by a modest little 
border of honey-colored pubic hair, nothing more than down or fuzz, an 
attraction that he certainly hadn't expected in a girl so young! He felt her 
eyes on him and heard the sound of her slow, heavy breathing. She seemed to 
emit a variety of electric static, an excitement that was communicated to 
him, and he had to respond to it as though it were a command. His hands went 
to her soft, flat belly and spread out there, to slip slowly down to grasp 
the up-thrusting bones of her pelvis. Then, with slow deliberateness, he 
brought one hand down to her mound of Venus, that proud little knoll that 
quietly guarded her pussy. A small covering of that tickling hair was 
already started there, and he twirled the curling gold into darker spirals, 
rolling the hairs playfully into ringlets. But her cunt was too exciting for 
him to daily; he had to explore it, He let one finger slide down, tracing a 
sure path toward that single dark slit. 

She raised her knees and spread her legs apart, mewling ecstatically. Now he 
saw that her eyes were closed. This made him feel even more lecherous, since 
he imagined, with some dark corner of his dizzied mind, that she was asleep 
and he was using her in this way without her knowledge. 

Far from asleep, Mary was alive, awake, aware, and vibrating. She had never 
felt such a glorious set of sensations in her life, and she cried out 
silently for him to continue, to go quickly, to touch her and feel her and 
squeeze her a!! over. He seemed to be the only person in life for her at 
that moment, the only being who could chase the dark specters from her mind. 
Her terror had been lingering in the shadows of her awareness, but now it 
was being pushed aside or away by the onrush of life's drive, sexual 
arousal. 

"OW!" she cried as she felt that first dry penetration of his finger into 
the delicate folds of her tender cunt. As if to atone or at least let Al 
know that she didn't want him to stop, she put her hand on his and forced it 
down a bit, wriggling and arching up a bit to meet the next gentle thrust. 

Al, sitting now between her widely splayed legs, let his finger slide slowly 
in between those delicate petals, savoring the moist warmth of her 
incredibly smooth and tight little hole. His cock was so tight that he had 
to grit his teeth to control an ejaculation, and his testicles screamed in 
the dark pouch of the now-taut scrotum for a release of his sperm. Gone were 
the thoughts of the failure on the McGinnis house, where the plumbers had 
screwed up the roof venting. The haunting face of old lady Remarque had 
magically dissolved from its normal place right before his eyes. His 
fieldwork and the hassles at the office were now as distant as so many 
dinosaurs turned to dust or crude oil, and he appreciated that. Business, 
for Al, had been hectic and trying over the last month and a half, and he 
was seriously considering shutting his own practice down and taking a job 
with some large concern - leaving them with the headaches and labor 
disputes. There was only the blissful moment for Al, and he honestly 
believed that he loved Mary as he began to fingerfuck her slowly. 

"AAAHHH, YES YES YES YES!!!" she cried out, as that hot finger slid slowly 
in and out of her untried little vagina. Her lubricating fluids were seeping 
out to the tightly clasping labia and wetting his finger with pungent, tangy 
sauce. Her legs tensed, making her buck up to meet those intercourse-like 
probes. Still holding his hand in hers, she tried to accelerate him, but Al 
maintained his own steady pace, slithering that finger in and out of her 
increasingly hot and wet cuntal hole. 

She writhed and undulated and gyrated under his steady manipulations, 
moaning constantly in a mixture of kittenish mewls and throaty groans. Is 
this what it's like? she asked herself, lost now to the slow rhythm and 
building intoxication of sexual arousal. Her ecstasy was profound, pure, 
untarnished, and she wished that it would never stop building, that her dear 
Al would never stop those good, nasty, sensuous things that he was doing to 
her down there! The sensitive little clitoris was being rasped demandingly 
by that finger, and every stroke whipped her into a new frenzy of white-hot 
erotic arousal, sending pulses of keen, cutting pleasure up from it to every 
single cell in her body. That quivering, pink nub of sensitive flesh was 
being treated to an excited rubbing the like of which it never expected, and 
Mary lay back, abandoned to the soothing yet alarmingly powerful strokes of 
electric sensations stealing through her like ghost rapiers. 

As Al had forgotten about his problems at work, Mary had also forgotten 
about how she detested school, every dingy comer of it. She liked most of 
the kids, but she hated the idea of school. Now school was meaningless to 
her; she had found something to overwhelm it! She lay back, her legs spread 
wide, her knees up; that he was looking up at her exposed bottom while 
fingering her pussy was all the better! Mary was completely drowned in the 
warm, comforting waters of sex. Suddenly, remembering talks she had with 
some of her friends at school, she blurted innocently: "Uncle Al, what does 
fuck mean?" 

He had been floating in a private world, preparing her bottom for just that 
very act; hearing her use the term unnerved him and he suddenly stopped and 
snapped his head toward her. "Fuck?" he echoed, quite involuntarily. Then, 
covering his chagrin, he leaned over her and smiled. "Where did you learn 
that word, Mary?" 

"At school," she replied coyly, as though she realized that it was a nasty 
word. "All the kids use it," she added, by way of expiation. She smiled at 
him, hoping that he wasn't angry. 

"Well, it's a word that means - well - like two people, see -" 

"Like you and me?" Mary interrupted, nodding expectantly. 

"Errr, not usually," Al continued. "But say that there are these two people, 
A man and a woman ... " 

"Or a man and a girl -?" Her innocence was huge. 

"All right. A man and a girl. Like you and me, let's say. Well," he 
continued, "the girl has this hole -"" 

"I know, her pussy!" Mary said eagerly. 

"Right. And the man has a penis -" he said. 

"That's what I was touching of yours. Boy, it was really big and hard!" she 
said. 

"Right," Al affirmed, blushing hotly. He cleared his throat, raked his hand 
through his sandy-colored hair, and went on: "The man puts his penis into 
the girl's - errr - pussy, and then they move so that his penis goes back 
and forth in her." 

"Does that feel as good as when you had your finger inside me?" she asked. 

"Better, probably, but it hurts a lot at first. You see, my penis is a lot 
bigger than my finger," he said. 

Mary giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. "I know," she finally 
managed to exclaim gleefully. Then, quite unexpectedly, she sat up, becoming 
somehow much more real to him. "Can I see your penis, Uncle Al? I've never 
seen one before - except in some books. C'mon, let me see it, huh? I let you 
see my pussy!" 

Once again the air was taken out of Al's sails. He was going to show it to 
her, all right, but he hadn't anticipated her asking him to see it. But, he 
reasoned, that isn't so bad. "Sure," he said, and stood. It was late, and he 
was going to stay over anyway, so he merely proceeded to undress. 

Mary watched in awe as he shed his clothes. She had seen her father in his 
shorts, and had seen lots of boys at the beach in swimming trunks, but Uncle 
Al had more hair on his body than any of them. As he took his shirt off, she 
squirmed at the sight of all that sharp, curly brown hair on his chest and 
belly. Then, as he unhooked the tab of his self-belter slacks, she held her 
breath, waiting to see that lump that was his penis. He stepped carefully 
out of his slacks, draped them over the back of her chair, and then looked 
at her. 

"Ready for the big surprise?" he said jokingly. 

"Yeah!" she replied, jumping up and down on the bed like a kid. Voluptuous 
delight filled her, but one might have guessed that she was prepared to 
watch her favorite cartoon show, judging from her childishly enthusiastic 
reaction. At that moment little Mary was exactly like a child, not an 
insatiable female inclined to depravity. Watching this, gauging her 
reaction, Al pulled his shorts down, welding his gaze to her eyes, which 
sparkled lasciviously as his genitals slowly became bared to her view. Now 
Mary had never seen an erect penis, and she wasn't even certain that she had 
even seen a limp one, although she allowed that she may have, on some small 
male baby or another. But this was sensational! 

She felt corrupt and eminently degradable as that long, thick, 
dark-red-tipped cock was free to her view. Her mouth watered and those 
severe poundings commenced once again as her erotic appetite flared to 
prominence. She had to hold that shaft in her hand, kiss it, smell it, bring 
her hand back and forth on it! And that wrinkled sac of skin! It was darker 
than the rest of his body, like the shaft of his penis, where the skin was 
so tightly stretched that it almost gleamed. That sac seemed to contain two 
hard lumps, clearly defined in that soft, wrinkled pouch of dark, 
hair-covered skin. Involuntarily, as she watched, her hands moved to her 
small, firm breasts - where a curious fire seemed to be itching - and she 
cupped them, rotating her own hands sensuously. 

Al watched her. He saw her tongue flick back and forth across her dry, 
expectant lips; he saw her breathing become faster; he saw her begin to 
caress her own breasts. My God, he said to himself, if she isn't the hottest 
little thing to come down the pike for a while, I'll be a ... 

"Uncle Al, come here," she said, sweetly. 

The sound of her premptorial command both amused and confounded Al, and he 
moved slowly toward the bed. As he approached, he could see Mary coil, as 
though she were a snake about to strike. Bracing himself from the cues he 
had received, he sat, and just then she sprang at him, her lips ovalled, her 
hands poised in their flight to grasp. The next thing he knew, the 
blood-filled, lust-hardened glans of his penis was trapped hotly in the 
buttery recesses of her wildly-working mouth. 

"OOOHHHMMM," he blurted, groaning as his two hands began to caress the 
silken loveliness of her naked, nubile flesh. She was actually sucking him 
off, and doing a good job of it! 

Even though the feeling was superb, another crept into his awareness. This 
one was, like that of a few moments before, grisly. 

Chapter Two 

Two seasoned shrimpers scanned the now peaceful night sky. 

"By damn, Ollie, that wasn't no fallin' star nohow I tell ye!" 

"Vell now, you yust might be right about dat dere ting, Sven! Vot you s'pose 
it be, den?" He scratched his grisled chin, removing his normal chiseled 
grin. He had heard it and seen it. A loud, sharp crack, then a whoomph! and 
then a blinding light, fireworks over the sea some two miles out. Flames, 
like palpable, yellow aurora borealis, falling slowly, some of the flames 
seeming to spin down lazily. On the surface, barely visible from their 
seining point some three-thousand feet away, were lingering fires. 

They hauled up their nets, excited by the strange phenomenon, and started 
their motor. Ten minutes later they picked up parts of flotsam, marked U S A 
F. Not wasting a second now, they came up on their MHF ship-to-shore and 
broadcast an emergency splash-sighting. Within the hour Navy planes from 
Jacksonville and Key West were circling, and information was relayed that 
rescue boats were on the way. "Veil, Navy. I tell you by golly, dere be 
nutting an' nobody here to survive, I tell you dis sure ting ?" 

The rescue craft came nonetheless; they found no survivors, but they did 
locate sufficient wreckage to identify the two aircraft involved in the 
mid-air. And, back at the Cape's airstrip, the flight plans indicated that 
the two two-place jet trainers were on a routine training flight night 
refresher, bound for Key Largo and an RON (remain-over-night). Two men, the 
flight plans showed, had taken the two planes. 

Twenty minutes after the word was out, a plane captain knocked on the 
squadron adjutant's door with devastating news ... 

"Well, sir," the adjutant explained to the civilian Cape commander, 
"technically there was nothing wrong with them taking their wives along with 
them. Many of the officers do that." 

"Then why in hell didn't they list them on the flight plan?" 

"All I can suggest, sir, is that they forgot to. And that's my official 
stand. They forgot to." 

"A hell of a note, with this big shot coming up and all!" 

Colonel Sturdevant glared at the nervous little civilian and sneered. Then, 
without further word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the sumptuous 
office, slamming the door good and loud behind him. "STURDEV -" SLAMMM! 

Ten minutes later an operational immediate dispatch was sent out from base 
communications, action: Burschville Police Department; info: AF Officer 
Detail, Washington. 

And twenty minutes after that a squad car, carrying a grumpy but saddened 
police chief, wailed through the calm night on a code three to the house of 
the Reverend Marshal Craig, the town's Lutheran pastor. He was waiting on 
the curb, booze on his breath, Bible in his quivering hand. Then the car 
headed quickly toward Mary's home, bearing sad news. The time was five 
minutes till one. 

Lost in hot, wet passion, Mary and Al were lying on the bed, writhing, 
sucking, groaning, swapped end for end. Mary was sucking on Al's pungent, 
rubber-like knob, wrapping her tongue around his throbbing, veined shaft, 
grinding her teeth playfully on everything she could reach. Her small, 
excited hands felt Al's gonads, slid up the hairy, moist crack between his 
tensed buttocks, and teased the tightly puckered ring of his asshole. She 
had no idea where she was or what she was doing. Sex had transformed her 
from a timid little girl into a carnally lustful woman of insatiable erotic 
hunger. 

Al was similarly lost in his unnatural depravities, incited to roaring 
arousal by the delicious juices he was licking from the virginal cunt of his 
sexually-abandoned young niece. He had found her clitoris and was trying to 
pull it from that single slit flanged by those two swollen lips of tender 
flesh. He reveled lasciviously in the sinful sensation of his sensitive 
prick as that organ was being sucked and licked and lapped so wildly. He 
wanted I to buck and jam it right down her throat, but restrained himself 
only with the greatest of effort. She wouldn't possibly be able to take him, 
and he knew this for a fact. But what she was doing to him was great! 

Suddenly they were shocked, terrified, by the sound of hard and determined 
knocking on the front door. 

Al sprang up, wild-eyed, and threw himself at the chair with his clothes. 
Lost in panic, he almost ripped his shirt and pants getting into them, "You 
play like you're sleeping!" he cautioned Mary, who had crawled quickly under 
the covers. 

Barefoot and apprehensive, he strode to the living room, snapping on lights 
as he went. He grumbled and raked a hand through his hair, wiped his mouth, 
tried to control his breathing and jagged emotions. Whoever decided to come 
at this ungodly hour was sure to receive a broadside for his 
thoughtlessness! 

Then he opened the door and the blood drained from his face. His heart 
stopped, and then jumped up into his throat. His ears crashed like thunder 
and he quaked in his pants, rooted to the spot. 

"Who are you?" the police asked a bit pointedly. 

"Em, ahhh, well, Fin - ahhhmmm - gosh! I'm - em - Al Ronson - yeah! Al 
Ronson. What's the matter, officer?" He blinked and peered beyond the 
policeman at another, and at a preacher who stood there, looking wobbly and 
'righteous. 

"Are you related to the Haywards?" Now the question was very pointed, and 
the officer's suspiciousness wasn't even thinly disguised as he asked and 
peered into the light from the step. 

"I'm Judie's brother, why? Has something happened? Come in. Please. My God, 
something has happened, hasn't it? Why's HE here?" Al asked, pointing at the 
preacher and frowning horribly. 

"Well, Mr. Ronson," the chief said, cordially now that he knew he hadn't 
uncovered a criminal at work, "there has been an accident." 

"JUDIE?" Al cried out, recoiling and turning even more pale. 

There was an uncomfortable pause, and the chief fidgeted and shuffled his 
feet in a gesture of uneasiness. "I'm afraid so. Do you need a drink, or 
anything?" He waved his hand nonchalantly in an effort to minimize the news 
of the tragedy. 

"Come in, come in. Sit down. Any of you care for a drink?" 

Strangely, they ail did. So Al just brought the bottle and four glasses in. 
His hands shook, making the glasses clink nervously. His face was a death 
mask, pale and tightly drawn, revealing teeth behind the bloodless lips. He 
felt truly sick. His favorite friend, his only sister-an accident? Except 
for Mary, his last blood relative on earth, Was she-? After pouring he 
looked at the officer steadily. "I don't even have to ask, do I?" 

" 'Fraid not, sir ... " The chief looked into the-amber of the drink he was 
swirling, and then he quaffed it down and made a loud, dry exhaling noise 
meant to express something like pleasure. 

"And it happened at eleven forty-five," Al announced flatly, searching their 
faces. 

"We don't know that, Mr. Ronson. What we know is this: Your sister and her 
husband were flying in a jet trainer, and they collided with another, 
evidently friends 'of theirs -" 

"My God, Ben and Judie -?" he said. 

" 'Fraid so, sir ... " The chief reached for the bottle. "Do you mind?" He 
looked at Al and even his eyes were bleary, but not from too much booze. 

"Hell no. Help yourself." A! could hear his voice, but he wasn't aware of 
speaking. A numbness had engulfed him, chilling him, emptying him of every 
living emotion. "My God, both of them! What rotten luck for them!" 

"If it's any consolation," the younger policeman said, "it was very quick. 
Chances are they didn't feel a thing." 

Al pierced him coldly. "Do you really think so?" he asked. 

"Well, that's what the dispatch said, sir," the younger man said, looking 
down. 

At this, the preacher stepped forward. "Would you like to join me in a word 
of prayer?" he asked mawkishly. 

Al's head snapped toward him. "I think not, sir!" he said, his voice now 
steely and cutting. 

The preacher's shaggy eyebrows shot up in an expression of stunned 
disbelief, and he stammered confusedly and then sat, shaking his head in 
bewilderment. 

"Mary's asleep," Al informed them. He shook his head sadly and slapped his 
thighs in a gesture of forlorn helplessness. "I'll have to break the news to 
her tomorrow. Looks like I'll be her dad and mom both, now; I'm her only 
relative, y'know ... " 

"Poor kid," the chief said. "Anything we can ?" 

"No. Nothing. Just leave now, please. I - I - this is such - whew! - please 
leave; I have to be alone for a while." 

"I heard," she said. 

Those two simple words contained a universe of bursting emptiness. Her eyes 
were crying drily. She just sat there and stared, her huge eyes dull, sad, 
absorptive. Al stared helplessly back. 

Mary had heard, since she had been overpowered by curiosity. Creeping 
silently into the hall, she had heard every word and stood there, stunned, 
unable to comprehend, more empty than Al could have been. She loved her 
mother and dad and didn't understand death. It seemed unfair that they 
should be taken from her, but the police had come to say that they were. Her 
first impulse was to try to imagine them. They were dim. The harder she 
struggled to conjure up a mind picture of them, the farther into the shadowy 
recesses of her memory they faded. This frustrating failure embittered; Mary 
every bit as much as the news she had heard; she couldn't even capture their 
memory, or her memory of them. 

Is it true that I'll never ever see them again? she asked herself. She 
didn't cry at all; there were no tears - the well seemed dry. Unsteady, as 
though walking on a billowing cloud, she made her way back to her bedroom, 
where she sat on the edge of the bed. Then Al came. 

"I heard." 

There was nothing he felt he could say, So he shrugged his face and left the 
room slowly, feeling his pain and hers too. How would that stupid 
sonofabitch know what they felt? he asked himself with bitterness that would 
counterbalance his grief, How would he know how long it takes to die? 

What happens? Has he been there? 

Before he realized it, he was drinking another drink, tears in his eyes. 
Judie. Sometimes a bit bitchy, but really a very fine girl Christ, only 
thirty-one - still good-looking, too. 

A noise beside him, one which normally would have startled him, made him 
turn slowly. Mary. 

Standing there naked, sad, forlorn. "Can I have a drink, Uncle Al -?" Her 
voice cracked. 

Without a single word he got up, went into the kitchen, and mixed each of 
them a Scotch and water, with ice cubes. Long night ahead. 

They sat in silence for a long time. Al's mind went back to that point in 
time some two hours before. He had seen it. Had Mary felt it? "Uncle Al," 
her voice echoed metallically in his numbed brain, "I'm scared and cold. I 
want my mom." 

What do I say? he wondered distractedly, knowing that there was little that 
he could say, especially - especially if ... 

His naturally inquisitive mind wrestled with a phantasm: Did Mary somehow 
know? Did she know and communicate it to me? Or did she communicate it so 
clearly without knowing? Is she, perhaps, a variety or sorceress, a witch? 
These thoughts frightened Al, because he had seen tragedy with definite 
clarity right in her eyes! 

Like coon hounds on a scent, his mind began to race, barking down that dark, 
forbidding trail. Sweet, innocent little Mary sitting there with her knees 
tucked up almost under her chin, her little pussy exposed - she's not 
bashful. But how can she - how could she - possibly be a witch? Could she 
have caused it? What's the Mexican word? Chizo? A death-hex? Could she have? 
This nice, sweet, young, innocent thing? PAH! NO! Al downed his drink and 
fumbled in his shirt pocket for a Winston. He flicked his Zippo twice, 
forcefully, irritably, before it lit. Avoiding her eyes, he thought about 
his new bag of responsibilities. 

She impinged. "Uncle Al, what are we now?" Her voice was once again steady, 
almost coolly calm. So were her eyes. 

"What do you mean, 'what are we now?' " he asked in reply. 

Mary thought about it. She had heard him tell the others that he would have 
to be her dad and mother. Does he want to be? was her first question. 
What'll become of me, one way or the other? was her second. Hundreds of 
pressing questions framed themselves, forming faster in her busy mind than 
she could answer them. She felt alone, even with Al, and that's why she 
asked, " ... what are we now?" She wanted to know. "I mean," she tried to 
explain, "are we together? Do I go to an orphanage like one girl I used to 
know? Do I live with you? Do I go to school any more? I just wonder what's 
going to happen to me. If you're going to look out for me, you know, don't 
you ... ?" 

Looking across at her, Al tried to juggle the Variables and give her a 
quick, honest answer. He had no police record, was not a political subvert, 
made pretty fair money, but had a very busy life, one that hardly allowed 
time for a full-time daughter. But he clearly realized that it was incumbent 
upon him to take her in. She loved him and he loved her. What a tremendous 
strain It would be! But it had to be done. The tightrope of life with Mary 
must be walked! He snorted at himself when he wondered if Mary had any 
money, if Judie and Ben had bought any life insurance. An ignoble thought, 
he grimly realized, and chided himself for being venal at such a time. Hell, 
he said to himself as if finding it necessary to exonerate his base 
reflection, I make enough. And we 'II do all right, come hell or high water. 

"You'll be with me, as far as I'm concerned. I want you, Mary. Christ, it's 
just you and me, now," he said. 

She blinked back some tears and tried a smile; sunshine through the dark 
rain-clouds. "After tonight, Uncle Al, I want you, too." Silent for a while, 
smiling uncertainly at him, she sat sipping the drink. She wanted to bawl, 
but couldn't. It seemed too histrionic, too theatrical, too contrived. Her 
mom and dad were gone and weren't coming back, period. Now it was she and 
Uncle Al, just the two of them, just as he had said. 

She liked that, despite the hideous nature of gladness at that time; the 
blood probably wasn't even cold yet. "Today's Friday, isn't it, Uncle Al?" 

"Yeah. By about an hour and a half. Why?" he asked. 

"They died on Thursday, didn't they?" she said. 

"Yeah. Yesterday. Little over two hours ago." 

"Unh-hunh. Okay." She seemed satisfied with something. "Can I make you 
another drink? Make myself one too? You won't make me go to school tomorrow, 
will you?" 

"Ooohhh, you poor kid! Of course not! Put a robe or something on, will you - 
?" 

She had been walking toward him and, upon hearing that, she stopped 
immobile, rooted to the spot. Her mouth fell open. Then: "A robe? Don't you 
like my body, then? I thought ... " 

"I just don't want you catching a cold, damn it! You're my responsibility 
now, and I have to look out for you!" 

"You don't have to talk like that, Uncle Al, I'm not exactly deaf, you know! 
And you don't have to change all of a sudden, either. I'm not exactly a 
baby, you know! A few minutes ago I was old enough to fuck, wasn't I?" Her 
weight rested on one leg, and that hip jutted forward. Her other foot was 
forward and her hand was on the jutting hip. She glowered at him balefully. 

"You're telling me not to be a pompous ass, is that it?" He almost chuckled, 
but the situation was too tense. 

"That's it exactly! You know how I feel about you, damn it, so don't go 
changing and getting like some old grouchy man!" 

He smiled and raised his eyebrows while handing her his empty glass. "Wear a 
black bra and garter belt, then; see if I care!" 

"Maybe I'll just do that!" she said, snatching the glass and storming off 
toward the kitchen. He watched her go, his eyes hot as they glimpsed the 
sight of her perfectly smooth, young buttocks, those white oblongs of 
sensitive, cool flesh moving in an alternating pattern as she walked. 

My God in Heaven, he mused, what's this going to lead to? 

Chapter Three 

False dawn broke slate gray at four-forty-five. Al sat in the same chair, 
listening to Music till Dawn from Detroit. He had covered Mary with a woolen 
blanket and now sat vigil, drinking and thinking. He smiled, despite 
himself, because she was snoring. She seemed, to him, to be sleeping a 
dreamless sleep, and for that he was glad. The three hours had fled by like 
Andretti on the grandstand straight at Indianapolis, and two fifths Of Haig 
& Haig like a Gurney Ford in hot pursuit. Despite the tremendous amount of 
booze, he felt lucid, resolute, fortified. Mary's wardship had given his 
sagging life impetus, causing him to focus sharply on all those annoying 
little problems that plagued him day-by-day. 

Sitting there, he mused about the colorful great, Frank Lloyd Wright, that 
waggish genius who wouldn't take shit from a living soul. Wright would have 
cut McGinnis and Remarque down to size in no time! He couldn't wait until 
eight o'clock! 

At precisely eight, just as he was reaching for the receiver, the phone 
jangled, causing Al to jump back as though it were a snake striking. It 
startled him, ringing on cue like that. He still had a drink in his hand, 
three ounces from the dead center of the third fifth, and he was good and 
drunk. "Hallo!" he growled irascibly, glaring at the offensive mouthpiece. 

The male voice on the other end of the line identified itself as belonging 
to a man who worked as an insurance adjuster. He was a Leslie Jonas, and if 
Mr. Ronson wasn't too busy, he should like to come over to discuss certain 
matters of business connected with the beneficiary benefits of several 
policies carried by his firm on the late Mr. and Mrs. Hayward. 

"You people don't lose any time, do you?" Al said to him. 

"We try to be prompt," Leslie Jonas replied crisply. 

So, Al put off his call to Mrs. Remarque and sat around for a half hour 
until the insurance man came. Several policies, hunh? he mused, wondering 
what was in store for them. 

When he came, they got right down to business - in the kitchen. 

"Our company carried a total of one hundred thousand dollars on the couple, 
Mr. Ronson; RCA indicates that they are -" 

"RCA -?" Al interrupted. 

"Retail Credit Association, sir. Anyway, there appears to be a like amount 
of - errr - protection on the couple, the parents of dear little Mary -" 

"Never mind the sales pitch. So they had two hundred thousand in insurance. 
What about double indemnity?" Al was all bristles now, thinking about a cool 
half million, almost. 

"They were protected by accidental death benefit, sir. Our company has a 
total obligation of something over two hundred and fifty thousand dollars - 
you see, Major Hayward plowed back his dividends to procure additional 
coverage." 

How nice of him, Al was thinking, his blood running faster all the time. 

"Major Hayward had the foresight to make out a will, so there should be no 
probate problems. You, as you are no doubt aware, are executor of that will 
where Mary is not concerned. That is, since you're named as her guardian, 
you could hardly be executor, no?" 

"Whatever. What about the dough?" Al's callousness startled even him, but 
the small, slippery weasel-faced slicker made him uneasy. He hated all 
insurance men, even this one. 

"The bulk of the money can be obtained immediately- that is to say, in a day 
or two, pending certain formalities. A trust fund has already been set up by 
the late Major Hayward for Mary when she achieves her majority. Meaning, 
when -" 

"I Know, I know. When she's twenty-one ... " Al said. 

By noon, the very drunk Al Ronson realized that he was also a very wealthy 
guardian. Ben, he realized, was not the sucker he had originally thought. He 
had bought plenty of insurance, and plenty of other stuff, floating it high 
and buying credit life to cover it. 

It was looking like a half million in cash, a forty thousand dollar house, a 
small, inconsequential fiberglass speedboat with an inboard-outboard Volvo 
engine, an old C model Beechcraft Bonanza (that was hangared somewhere in 
Florida), a new Buick convertible, and a Datsun 240Z. God knows what else, 
the gradually-laughing Al pondered. By the time Mary stumbled into the 
kitchen, he was almost beside himself, having forgotten about the tragedy 
that underlied this unexpected trove. 

"Mornin'," she mumbled, plopping down in a chair opposite him. She was still 
naked as the day she was born, and she was every bit as unconcerned about 
it. "Boy," she said when she looked at him, "you look rough! Didn't you 
sleep at all?" 

Turning, she surveyed the countertop. Two empties and one almost gone. She 
had what she thought was a hangover, and shook her head at Al sadly. 

"How did you sleep, Mary?" Al asked, careful to control his voice so that 
none of the excitement he had felt a moment before would seep out. He felt 
bad enough about being so happy just then. Mary, and all the money in the 
world! What a deal - but what a price to pay. He had seriously asked himself 
if the death of his only sister and her husband was, after all, such a hell 
of a price; his honest conclusion was that it didn't really seem to matter 
at all. This apparently heartless conclusion hurt him more than the fact of 
their deaths, and he chided himself severely for being a goddamned phony. 
More concerned with his attitude about a tragedy than he was about the 
tragedy itself. It was too much for him to handle, and he rationalized by 
reminding himself that his job was to look after Mary, and not to 
philosophize about attitudes toward death or gains there from. 

It was obvious to Ben, he reasoned, when he bought the policies, that some 
money would accrue; now it was Al's job to deal with that money. Still, he 
couldn't help but feel guilty about his anticipations concerning that huge 
sum. Switzerland, Italy, France, Spain - they all beckoned to him - and 
little Mary, sexy little Mary, would be right at his side. In the sundeck 
stateroom of the SS Constitution, in the bridal suite of the Castellana 
Hilton in Madrid, in some pensione in Positano. And now that she sat there, 
opposite him, in the flesh as it were, he realized that his secret ambition 
had been fulfilled. He had acquired a very sexy young girl, one ready and 
willing to do anything, and he had more money at his disposal than he could 
possibly hope to spend, no matter how extravagant he might choose to be. 

Playing his cards right, he would have sole guardianship of lusty little 
Mary until she was a ripe twenty-one, at which time he could marry her and 
live abroad, spending only the interest of her slowly growing trust fund. It 
was a nice, tidy package; only details had to be worked out, small details. 

"I slept all right," Mary said in reply to his question. "Wow, what time is 
it, anyway?" 

She had lain in bed, awake, for about an hour, pondering the possible course 
of her life. The sadness that she couldn't cry about the night before had 
stolen over her slowly, filling her so that she couldn't muster a tear once 
again. She ached dully, and longed for relief from that anguish and agony. 
Her throat was dry and raw, not from liquor, but for want of it. 

"Almost one, sleepy-head. Are you ail right?" 

"No, I'm not, now that you ask. I feel wretched. I feel about like you look. 
By the way, who was here?" She poked at some odd cigarette butts in an ash 
tray by her chair. 

"Some insurance character. Seems your dad believed in life insurance. There 
shouldn't be too much problem about our surviving. Want some breakfast?" 

She gazed steadily at him and bit her lips. Then, without a word, she stood 
and turned and walked to the bottle of Scotch. "I want some of this. You 
don't mind, do you?" 

"Did your parents let you drink?" 

"Not when they were alive, Al!" As she said that she turned and faced him, 
holding the squat, dark bottle by the neck. 

He shrugged, and his gaze involuntarily fell to those delectable pear-like 
breasts gracing her top. "Well," he relented, "I guess you know what you 
want." She'll probably turn into a little alky. 

"You may as well have a drink buddy," she said. "Dad always said that it was 
a bad sign when people drank alone - we don't want to have any bad signs, do 
we?" 

"We wouldn't want to contradict Ben," Al added slowly. 

All business, Mary brought the bottle to the table and sat down. She poured 
two tumblers full and shoved one across to Ai, looking him right in the eye. 
"Well, tell me. What's it looking like?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean, tell me everything," she said. 

"It looks like I'm your legal guardian, all right. Just need a court 
affirmation. You're pretty when you just wake up." 

"I have to wash." She took a drink and then stared at him again, a wry 
expression on her young, but mature, face. 

"So I look after you until you're twenty-one. We have plenty of dough ... " 

"What's plenty?" she wanted to know, sipping again. 

"We can live on eight thousand a month with an insured Mexican utilities 
investment; that's only interest." 

"What's interest?" 

"The money that invested money makes," he said. 

"You mean that we can spend eight thousand dollars a month and still have 
all the money we invest?" 

"Yep. In short, we're pretty well off. What would you say to Europe for the 
summer?" 

"Do I have to go back to school this term?" 

"I'll call the principal and tell him that you're too broken up about what 
happened to go back." 

"Can I tell you something, Al?" she asked. 

"Yes." 

She looked down at her empty and bit her lips as she slowly filled it. "You 
may not believe it, but - well - I -I -" 

He was up and around the table, patting her, holding her, then kissing the 
tears from her cheeks. Their lips met and they welded themselves together in 
a long, passionate, promissory kiss. 

"I know, kid. Take it easy, okay? I'll take care of you." 

She sniffed and smiled. "Like you said last night. Just you and me." 

"Just you and me." 

"Al?" 

"Yes?" 

"I wonder, would you fuck me now? Please? I know it'll hurt, but, well, you 
see, I think that it'll be the only thing to help." 

She held his hand as they walked into her parents' room. A weird mixture of 
emotions was tearing at her, and fear was one of the strongest. She had seen 
his penis, had held it, had had it in her mouth. She knew, from the rasping 
pain of his finger, that his erect penis would almost be unbearable, but she 
also knew that she couldn't stand being around him for another second 
without knowing what it would be like to have him well up inside her. This 
erotic hunger was now free to soar without strictures; she could indulge her 
carnal desires without guilt, and somehow that thought saddened her 
slightly. She quickly grasped the fact that she had always equated her 
mother with guilt and Uncle Al with sexual liberties; after all, he had 
fondled her on many various occasions. And her mother had been the one-to 
lecture of the importance of chastity. Now that her mother was gone, the 
guilt was gone, leaving nothing but a bewildering openness, for Mary didn't 
quite know how to adjust to complete sexual freedom. She had only just 
encountered sex. 

Amplifying the almost irreverent lewdness of their intended act was the 
scene: her parents' bedroom. That room had been off-limits to Mary while her 
dad was home. She had listened one night at the closed door, and had heard 
the bed squeaking rhythmically. Her mother's high-pitched little squeals of 
delight came to her ears, and her father's low, animal-like grunts mixed 
into the haze of wild, exciting sound. She had known that they were fucking, 
and that forbidden bit of knowledge had kept her wide awake almost all that 
night. Now she was taking her turn, on that very same bed, with her mother's 
brother, her new lover, her new parent. The degrading, licentious thrill of 
it made her breath come in short, shallow gasps; her knees were weak, her 
heart hammered, tears of fear gathered but did not fall. 

She grasped Al's hand desperately and looked up at him, searching his face 
for some sign of love or tenderness. He understood and smiled down at her. 

"It'll hurt, honey, but I'll be gentle. If it's too much for you, let me 
know. I'll stop. Fair enough?" he asked. 

Reassured, she smiled and nodded. Suddenly her nakedness was embarrassing to 
her and, she climbed onto the bed, she tried to cover herself with her hands 
to be modest. She felt Al's eyes hot on her, devouring her, and she was 
terrified. "Al, maybe we'd better not; I'm scared, really!" 

"All right," he said, sitting beside the bed. "Just roll over on your tummy 
and I'll rub your back instead." His penis was now a hotly-throbbing weapon, 
eager to plummet into the soft, fleshy depths of her cringing young cunt, 
and he knew that he wouldn't be able to veer off this time. No. She had to 
be persuaded gently. She had to ask, to plead, to beg. Then, aaahhh, then he 
would give it to her, when she was good and ready, when she was wet and hot. 

He knew, at the same time, that he would have to be very careful, very 
gentle. One way she would dislike it and probably raise all kinds of hell; 
the other she would be his slave in fact as in deed. Yes, it had to be just 
right. "Is there some back lotion in the bathroom?" he asked casually, 
rising and moving off. 

"On the vanity," she said, her head into the pillows, facing away from him. 

He found it, returned, and poured a generous yellow puddle of it into his 
hand to warm it. Then he began to spread it on her lower back, right above 
her small, soft buttocks. Rubbing her in a slow, grindingly sensuous rotary 
motion, he increased the amplitude of his circles, and finally was rubbing 
her cool fanny, working the lubricating lotion into the soft, pliant flesh 
of those proud and exciting mounds. Putting more on his hand, he began to 
knead those oblong hills of yielding flesh with both hands, encouraged by 
her guttural groans of sybaritic pleasure. 

"Oooohh, ooohhh, ooohhh, God, that feels fine ... " 

His hands worked down into that crevice and slowly, stealthily, he spread 
the moons of whiteness and peered at that pink rosebud puckered out just 
slightly. God, how it called to him! He wanted to thrust his finger into it, 
gouge it wide, and then fall upon her like a Sumo wrestler, impaling her 
asshole with his spear like a shish-kebab. But, even in his drunken state of 
lifted taboos, he suppressed the urge, and merely sawed his oiled hand up 
and down in the warmth of that crack, sighing longingly. 

The time will come, he promised himself, the time will come! His boundless 
arousal was being whipped to feverish extremes by the feeling of her very 
smooth skin, by the contrasts of warm and cool over the topography of her 
body. The desire burning in him made him dangerously close to rape just 
then, but he desisted, and continued to methodically massage her, going down 
into that deliriously exciting gorge a bit more each time, until he knew 
that he was actually caressing the petals of her labia. Having achieved 
this, he took even more of the balm and commenced where he had left off, 
rubbing her pussy so that she wriggled and groaned. 

"Ooohhh, yes, yes, yes!" she said. "My God, does that feel good!" 

Mary's mouth was slack and a clear stream of saliva was draining out, 
wetting a spot on the pillow beneath her head. She never had her back rubbed 
like that before, and she was wallowing in the splendid luxury that was a 
combination of pure deliciousness and latently erotic pleasure. Tingling 
demons were probing her loins with small, teasing tridents, arousing her 
slowly. She felt too lazy and relaxed to want to respond to lewd callings. 
But they were there, and she knew it. Al's hand was spreading delicious 
little fires of lust all over her bottom, and she found herself responding 
imperceptibly, with a moan or a slight shift in her position so that he 
might touch her even more erotically. Everything was perfect, and she knew 
when she slid into that whirlpool of carnality that she was, in fact, a 
wanton little girl. "God, Al!" she cried out, "you can! You can! But 
pleeeaaassse, be gentle -" 

She could have bit her lips off for saying it; her mind somehow didn't want 
her to, but her body was betraying her, demanding that it receive the 
pleasure to which it was entitled. She was now shaking or, more properly, 
vibrating, because a sort of electrical quivering of very fast amplitude had 
taken over in her young, eager body. Thrills of anticipation raged in her 
belly and thighs, and she squirmed and cried out, lost now to the hopeless 
call of the most basic of all woman's drives. 

Above her, Al smiled grimly. He had known, all right, and now he was 
preparing himself for the coup. Rising, he quickly undid his pants and threw 
them aside. Then his shirt followed, and he stood, naked, his proud spear 
jutting forward like a red-tipped branding iron. His nuts ached for the 
steaming release of his hot semen, and as he gazed down at the nubile form 
of Mary writhing on her stomach on the bed, he groaned. "My God," he 
muttered under his breath, "finally! God, what a lovely little creature to 
be stuck with for the next - mmm - how many years ... ?" 

His stalk of flesh was tingling, with sensations of desire throbbing from 
his knob and culminating in his straining balls. He wanted to really sock it 
to her, open her up like a can of beans, but this was not smart, nor was it 
nice. Containing himself, he buttered his cock with some of the lotion, 
knowing that it would be a ripping fit, and lowered himself slowly between 
the girl's widely spread legs. He intended to take her from behind, to force 
his hard shaft into her slowly, while her soft buttocks cushioned his pelvis 
and upper thighs like two glorious pillows of flesh. That way he could 
control himself better, he could knead her budding breasts, and also 
manipulate her clitoris. His knob pressed slickly into the moist, lubricated 
depression at the very top of her inner thighs and he lowered himself so 
that he was down flush onto her. 

His huge cock was about to explode. He held it, aiming it, with his right 
hand; his left moved up, slipped under her, and began to caress and fondle 
her hard but pliant tit. She moaned and he gasped, together they gyrated as 
he pressed the blood-bloated knob irresistibly against the tightly-clenched 
lips of her rift. 

"Aaahhhooowww," she cried, feeling that huge, bulbous knob forcing its way 
into her too tight crevice. Despite the pain that shot up to her r 
fingertips and brain from the insanely stretched lips of her virginal 
furrow, she tried to raise herself up to give him a better thrusting 
position, doing it instinctively. Her small hands grasped the blankets and 
she bit the pillow in agony. Then, bracing herself, she felt that 
rubber-like bulb press quickly into the first reach of her orifice, sliding 
against her sensitive cuntal tissue relentlessly. She was so frightened that 
she thought she might well faint! It felt as though she were being split 
apart like a log into which a wedge was being mauled. Every muscle in her 
quivering body tensed to a steel-like hardness, and she quaked with panic's 
fear. 

Covered with an instant sheen of perspiration, Al restrained himself, 
pushing forward only delicately. "Relax," he urged her, and removed his 
right hand now that his knob was wedged firmly into her tight little cunt. 
He moved it around under her lower torso and worked it down until he felt 
her mound. Then in and up, until he could sneak a finger into the beginning 
of her sensitive little slit. As his finger began to rub her screaming 
clitoris, he was gratified by a small cry of erotic gladness. 

"Aaarrrggghhh, ooohhh, Al, yesss! Rub it harder! God, your thing hurts! 
You'll rip me!!!" 

He massaged her sensitive little nerve end until she was almost hysterical, 
and he could feel her vaginal muscles working on his knob like a mouth with 
a million nibbling teeth of red flesh. Gradually, slowly, gently, he pressed 
forward, almost crying out himself as he measured the delicious progress by 
the tight ring of wet hotness that was beginning to flow back over his cock 
shaft. He looked down and saw, in the early afternoon's bright light, the 
darkness of his veined shaft contrasting to the blemish-free and perfectly 
white smoothness of her buttocks. This sight enthralled him, and he flicked 
his hips impatiently forward, sending the enormous shaft in another inch. 

"Aaaiiieee!!!" she screamed, writhing to free herself from the brutally 
impaling shaft of aroused male flesh. Her gyrating undulations only served 
to help him, though, and he sluiced farther in, disregarding her piteous 
pleas for mercy. Half way in, he relaxed for a moment and gathered breath. 
Sweat poured from his tensed body like rain, falling onto Mary and the 
blankets. 

"Can you take it?" he punted in her ear, lowered onto her and breathing 
heavily. Half the battle was won, and he knew that he still had her cherry 
to deal with. That, he knew, would hurt. 

"God, Al; I don't know! It, hurts! You're too big!" 

"Just relax, honey," he urged her again, fondling her breast softly but 
rhythmically. Her cunt was milking his cock just as though it were some 
magnificent hand of a Dutch milk maid. The sensation was the utter tops in 
sensual delight, and he had to remind himself that it was his niece, his 
ward, a young, thirteen-year-old virgin that he was in the process of 
deflowering. "Just relax now," he whispered again and, when he felt the 
tension leave her body momentarily, he lunged forward savagely, sinking his 
cock up into her belly so that only he remained out. His balls slammed 
against the blankets between her thighs, and the room's silence was rent 
with a blood-curdling scream that would have made a ghost turn pale. He had 
done it! All the way in; tight, but in! 

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!!"' Shots of fiery red pain shook Mary as though she were a 
rat in an angry terrier's jaws. Her fingers flashed back, the nails dug into 
Al's thighs, and she pushed, flailing and screaming as though she had been 
butchered. That huge hot tube of throbbing meat was all the way up into her 
belly, she knew it, and it seemed to be ripping her very guts loose. "YOU 
BASTARD!" she screamed in agonized outrage. 

"Sorry, honey," he whispered, his breath coming in audible sobs. "How does 
it feel to be a woman?" he lamely asked, his cock so tightly held that it 
was a miracle that he could even speak. He wished he hadn't ... 

"You goddamn lousy fink! Jesus! Take it out!" 

After wondering where a sweet little thirteen-year-old had picked up such 
language, he pulled his cock slowly out, reveling at the delicious sensation 
of her super-tight cunt. When only the lust-maddened knob was left in, he 
surged forward, eliciting another scream of outrage from the cruelly-impaled 
child. 

"Ooohhh, you horse's ass you!" she cried, flailing and fighting now for 
everything she was worth. Her one goal was to be free of that assaulting 
cudgel that was stretching her pussy so that the very wind was being knocked 
out of her. But no matter how she cried, how she struggled, how she pleaded, 
she couldn't make him know. That huge, hot thing of his began to saw in and 
out of her pain-deadened bottom relentlessly, despite her heart-felt 
protests. How she hated him at that moment! 

She was on the verge of fainting from the wet, hot tearing sensation that 
was flashing through her lower abdomen, and she firmly believed that she was 
ripped and bleeding. She clenched her tear-flecked eyelids so tightly that 
red and yellow flashes appeared in the pitch blackness of the background. 
That huge erection was now nothing but a searing weapon of flesh, hurting 
her, stretching her brutally-assaulted parts savagely, spreading anguish and 
agony through her. She had tried to wriggle away, but attempts at escape 
were futile; she could see that. So, almost spent from her evasive tactics, 
she slumped, relaxing and yielding to the sexual pummeling she was 
receiving. 

As she did this, she was amazed to notice that the lion's share of pain 
disappeared! All she had to do was relax and it was all right! God, 
something else happened too! She couldn't believe it! A new pinpoint of 
pleasure had begun to glow in her bottom, but it was unreachably far away, 
remote. She strained for it, gasping and crying out. But now her cries had 
an erotic quality; they were soft mewls of ecstasy! 

"Ooohhh, yesss, yesss, yesss," she began to hiss, gyrating and bucking up to 
meet the thrusts of his plunging prick. It was still stretching her vagina 
and pressing her vibrating clitoris flat, but this new sensation was so 
incredibly satisfying and electrifyingly great that she was drowning in it, 
covering herself with the slowly-spreading warm tide of pure animal arousal 
and gratification. Every cell in her taut body was beginning to respond to 
this slow, seductive sawing, to the licentious, lugubrious ministrations of 
his relentlessly-slithering cock. "GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK HARDER!!!" 

Her use of vulgarities incited Al, and his fingers went to her hips, which 
he grasped with a strength known only to a dying man. Hoisting her up while 
keeping his cock still firmly wedged into the buttery depths of her. wet, 
pink, clasping flesh, he placed her on her knees and began a fantastic 
flurry of frenzied fucking, slamming it into her so slickly that his 
testicles slapped against the widely-splayed inner thighs with a wet, sharp 
noise. He was covered with sweat now so that he appeared to glisten as he 
labored behind her, fucking her doggie-fashion. The total lewdness of the 
scene was mind-shattering, and Al seemed to disengage himself from his body 
.and watch with hot eyes as he thrust his cock back and forth into that 
incredibly tight orifice. It was as though a hot of wet, pink flesh was 
being did deliriously back and forth over the sensitive ridges of his 
throbbing, veined prick. "Aarrggghhh!" 

His gonads were bursting, splitting his tight and tingling scrotal sac so 
that it was ridged like pink-herringbone corduroy. As his explosion neared, 
he gasped and felt up Mary's body until he had her soft, swaying breasts in 
his moist, trembling hands. 

"YES, YES! YESSS!!!" she cried, knowing instinctively that a crashing orgasm 
was upon her, Her arms and legs spasmed out of control. She began to scream. 
Her ass bucked back quickly in involuntary thrusts at his wetly-slithering 
cock. Her cuntal muscles contracted, milking his cock down forcefully. She 
wanted to have something from him, and worked insanely for it, motivated by 
a passion that she didn't even comprehend. She knew nothing about tremendous 
climaxes. "God!" she cried out lustily, "I'm cumming!" 

At this lewd announcement, Al slammed against her and arched in a locked-on 
pip, tensed like steel. His nuts exploded, showering out their sticky pew of 
steaming semen, which shot up the now clasped and milked shaft of his male 
organ, only to spurt out swiftly, scalding and seared membranes high in the 
buttery depths of her rapidly-working cunt. 

She felt that explosion and knew, in a blinding flash, that it had cum, that 
she had made it, because as that gush of hot, sticky cum splashed up into 
her, a releasing torrent of her own steaming orgasmic fluid sluiced out, 
caressing his cock with a hot shower of juice that made him cry out in 
animal lust. "Aaamooouuu!!!" 

Mary couldn't believe the sensation, and thought that she was dying. 
Slumping forward, every tiny bit of tension and will to support herself 
crumbled like standing dust smashed. She fell forward in a post-orgasmic 
daze. 

"Ooohhh, aaahhh, Goddd!!!" she said. 

Al, spent and happily exhausted, fell forward on her, his rapidly deflating 
penis still held firmly By the rippling muscles of her slowly milking 
vagina. He fell into a light sleep, smiling. 

While sleeping, he had a dream, a devastatingly horrible dream that he 
thought, while still asleep, might portend his future. 

Chapter Four 

Al was dreaming. He was thirty-five. Mary was twenty, on the verge of 
twenty-one. He could just see her, glorious, tall, proud, beautiful, 
statuesque, sure of herself, loving and tender. She was his. She loved him, 
but she had a problem. The trouble with Mary was, she was a nymphomaniac. 
She had to screw every man who laid eyes on her or captured her fancy. This 
pierced Al like a hot skewer, since he was hopelessly in love with her. 

He recalled the guardianship terms. She must be kept from all obscenity, 
kept chaste and pure, kept from the toils of lasciviously inclined men. 
People were beginning to talk. Word was that a court-appointed investigator 
was about to break Al's guardianship. Not only did Al love her, but the 
trust account, through shrewd investment, had grown over that eight-year 
period to more than a million dollars. They were to be married. 

"But, Al honey," Mary was heard to argue when confronted with her wanton 
behavior, "you can't satisfy me!" 

He had known, right from the first, about her insatiable lust. He had known 
it from the first, from that time the day after her parents had died. In his 
dream, as a graying thirty-five-year-old, he clearly remembered that first 
afternoon, and tears came to his eyes. Can't satisfy her! My God! Over a 
million dollars riding on the consistent gratification of one of the world's 
most beautiful girls, and he can't satisfy her! "Aaarrrooouuu!!!" he howled 
in his sleep, sounding quite a bit like a lonesome, horny timber wolf. 

The noise penetrated Mary's mind and aroused her frightfully. 

"UNCLE AL! WAKE UP!" She roiled under his dead weight and disgorged the soft 
penis from her well-irrigated pussy, trying to free herself. Up, she shook 
him. "UNCLE AL! WAKE UP!" 

He opened his eyes and started. It was Mary, and he wondered who she had 
just been out screwing. A sneer of evil ugliness came over his face and he 
was about to yell at. her when suddenly he got his bearings. Blinking, he 
saw that she was still that child, and not a promiscuous girl of twenty, out 
trying on everything in pants. 

"God," he muttered, wiping the sleep from his eyes, "what a rotten dream I 
had! Whoof!" 

"What was it about?" Mary asked, cradling his head lovingly in her hands and 
lap. Her slender fingers raked his disheveled hair back and she looked down 
at him with affectionate concern. 

Gazing up at her as she was being so kind, the last traces of unfounded 
anger fled quickly from him and he grasped one of her hands tenderly. "My 
God, honey, I'm really glad to see you! I love you so goddamned much!" He 
sighed, vaguely remembering the horrible dream. An involuntary shudder shook 
him. 

"There, there, lover; it's all right. I love you, too ..." 

These simple pledges followed the couple through the next fun but sometimes 
sad two weeks. There was a funeral, a bad part. They were the only people 
there besides some service friends of Ben's. That it was such a small 
service depressed A! for reasons he couldn't quite grasp. Perhaps, he 
thought, it was like two old friends taking an ocean voyage, leaving only a 
half-dozen people on the dock to wave good-bye. But, he judged, their voyage 
down the River Styx would be longer than any mere ocean trip ... 

Work went well for Al. He told old lady Remarque to stuff the whole project 
up her ass and he brought a whopping suit against the reckless plumbing 
contractor, who immediately vented all the runs to the rear roof plane. He 
cleaned up his practice, locked the door to his office, and walked away, a 
free man. True, they only got a hundred thousand dollars plus a thousand a 
month, not counting the house, boat, plane and cars, but Al invested that, 
and the other death benefits, at a whopping eight per cent, leaving them 
high and dry when the recession was making everybody else pretty depressed 
and broke. 

And they made love. Al's penis was always sore, and Mary's pussy was rubbed 
raw. But they were like a pair of magnets, and even had a hard time playing 
it cool in public. People looked at them. This pleased them tremendously, 
and saucy little Mary even went out of her way to scandalize old fogy's who 
stared shamefully. 

This new freedom and sexual gratification boosted Mary's ego significantly, 
and she began to bloom like a rose the morning after an all-night drizzle. 
In three short weeks she was a different person. Now, instead of a quiet, 
introverted little thirteen-year-old, dressed in dowdy blouses and plaid 
skirts, she was a FOX, using her nubile body and innate sensuality as a 
teasing too! to drive boys and dirty old men mad. She wore outrageously 
short micro skirts, transparent blouses with only a token brassiere, and 
pantyhose, one pair of which had a slit in the crotch for easy access for 
Al. The urge, it should be mentioned, would come upon them periodically, at 
times when they least expected it. 

With all this high living, it didn't take long at all for them to become 
jaded and bored, so ... 

"What say we go to Europe?" Al said one morning while they were lounging 
about in bed after making mad, passionate love. 

"Why not?" the tart little sweetheart replied, her hand playing in the dense 
curls on the hair on his chest. 

So the preparations were made, they went downtown and had their passport 
pictures taken, filled out the forms, and bought even more clothes. Father 
and daughter, most people thought. Al booked first class passage on the 
Constitution, putting out close to four thousand dollars for a round trip 
Sunliner Cruise in the sun deck suite right behind the wheelhouse. And, two 
weeks later, they embarked, in New York, and were shown up to their quarters 
by the thin, alert purser. Both Al and Mary were impressed. 

Nobody saw them off, and Al was reminded of the funeral. He wondered what 
the trip would hold for him, because he remembered that dream and, to his 
delight and yet his dismay, Mary was becoming insatiable. They were making 
love almost constantly, and Al was feeling the effects. While Mary was 
bounding around like a supercharged ocelot, Al could barely drag himself out 
of bed. 

And, to complicate matters for him, the words of the wardship specifications 
echoed in his ear. Mary shall be protected from any and all premature 
exposures to acts of a sexual nature, whether or not they involve her. This 
clause shall hold until her eighteenth birthday ... Al had envisioned the 
trip as a means to taper off with her, to bring their extraordinarily 
frenzied sexual life to a viable pitch, where they would only make love 
about an average of once a day. He had counted on some of the ship's 
programs to capture a portion of her interest, thus giving him a chance to 
relax. 

They cast off at night, and both of them went out on the deck to watch the 
magnificent sight of New York's skyline slip silently by. After they passed 
Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty, they turned to watch the slowly 
receding cityscape, both of them sipping on large goblets of vintage Mumm's 
as they leaned on the dry wood of the large ship's aft taffrail. "Well, 
there it goes," Mary observed sadly as the last light disappeared beneath 
the horizon of watery blackness. Now there was only a hovering halo of 
shimmering light in the sky that marked the direction toward home. 

Thrilled by the magnificence of the large boat, the sumptuous luxury of 
their suite, the efficient cheerfulness of the stewards, Mary was feeling 
quite the sophisticated little woman. Her hand moved in the darkness and 
covered Al's. She was conscious of the impression that she was making, and 
the thought that people stared at her in open-mouthed admiration made her 
tingle. She was wearing a very sheer Oleg Cassini pants suit, one with harem 
legs that gave observers a peek at her diaphanously defined, shapely young 
legs, and of course she was wearing no underwear. Al had chided her about 
that and she had knelt, unzipped his slacks, and taken his penis into her 
mouth, Three minutes later she stood, and Al smiled sheepishly at her. She 
didn't put on a brassiere and underpants. Everything was rather like that; 
her manner of settling their trifling arguments was what one might call 
"gentle persuasion." 

Everything combined, in this time, to liberate Mary. Although she was only 
thirteen, almost fourteen, she had an outlook on life much like a woman - a 
sophisticated woman - twice her age. Self-possessed, beautiful, and rich, 
she was like a bird soaring in the limitless blue without bonds, strictures, 
burdens. That, and she loved Al. Smiling, she noticed that her bust 
measurement had increased by an inch in one month, and she attributed this 
fact to her blossoming with Al. There was not one thing that could tarnish 
their relationship - or so, anyway, she believed. 

"Al, let's fuck." 

God, can't she know that men can take only so much? Al asked himself 
disconcertedly. They had only screwed twice that day, and she had sucked him 
off only two hours previously. Her insatiable lust was proving to be Al's 
undoing and, although he loved her too, he just couldn't keep up with the 
fast pace she was setting. "No, babes, please ... " 

Her hand pressed his. "No?" Her belly was hot, she shook, and her breath was 
coming hard. She wanted him desperately. 

He would like to have complied, since her little pussy was so hot, so tight, 
so clenching; her firm little breasts tingled when he would clasp them; her 
nubile young buttocks would clench and then open for him. But he just 
couldn't get it up! "Tomorrow, honey-good God, you'll kill me ... " Now 
that's something that Al never thought he'd say to a thirteen-year-old 
girl'. 

And that's something that Mary never thought she'd hear from him. Troubled, 
she released her grip on his hand and she pouted at him in the darkness. 
"You still like me, don't you?" Her excitement was now ruined, replaced by a 
bitter emptiness that cut into her like a hot, jagged knife. 

"I love you, honey," Al averred, moving toward her tenderly, "it's just that 
... I'm tired. Yeah, beat but good. How's about you going to bed? I'll be in 
in a while. It's almost two o'clock." 

Frustrated, Mary framed several things to say, but she just couldn't utter a 
word. Al had spoken to the head of the school board, a nice old man named 
Anderson, and had achieved her release - passing at that. He had taken her 
out to good restaurants, to fine boutiques; he let her smoke and drink, say 
bad words, and he was good in bed. But she was angry. This raw emotion was 
tempered by her lucid realization that he was, after all, a good fellow. So 
she didn't say what she felt like saying. Instead, she raised herself up on 
tip-toes and brushed his smooth cheeks with her lips. 

"Good night then," she said, and left. 

A sense of emptiness filled Al as he watched her walk jauntily toward the 
golden rectangle of light that marked the passageway to the sundeck suites. 
Such a nice little girl! 

Turning, he leaned heavily on the rail and finished his flat champagne. With 
a shrug of his shoulders, he threw the glass out into that mysterious 
blackness, and settled into a reverie. 

He sensed a presence before he knew that someone was there. Then he heard 
breathing. His hair prickled up and he turned. 

Chapter Five 

Alice Tousley and Bobby Brookmeyer had seen the attractive little girl in 
the first class lounge, They were both enthralled. Alice was a switch 
hitter, Bobby a sex-enthusiast who really liked young girls. They had a 
deal. Alice was the hooker and Bobby was the heavy. Their aim was to get the 
beautiful young girl - at any cost. 

Mary tossed and turned in the strangely empty bed; she couldn't sleep, so 
she threw on a shift and went out to find Al ... 

Al turned and, in the dim light cast by the ports, laid eyes on a youngster. 
"Hello, man," the girl said. She was about fifteen, was pudgy, and had 
bulging breasts. Her long, black hair fell over those monumental teats, 
ending just short of her waist. Al got an immediate erection as she moved to 
him and slipped her hand onto his penis and began to rub sinuously. 

"Good evening," he replied, and chuckled at his good fortune. His hand went 
up in the concealing darkness and cupped the lower fullness of her 
unhaltered breast. He began to shake immediately, lost to lascivious, 
prurient desire. Two people in a black universe, touching deliriously. No 
reason for it, as far as Al could see; but there it was. His hand moved 
down, down to the bottom of her jersey blouse, and then it slipped up and in 
without resistance. Coolness of her belly. Then up, up to those fabulous 
globes of youthful, nubile, soft, yielding breasts. God, what tits! Mmmmmm 
... 

"You're a sexy devil, man," she said. 

"Who are you, little girl?" 

"It doesn't matter, does it?" she asked. 

"God, you have nice tits," he said. 

"I dig your tool." 

"Hmmm ... " 

She slipped away from him and knelt, unzipped his fly, took his penis gently 
in her hand, placed a kiss on the rose-colored knob. Al moaned. 

"You motherfucker!" Mary muttered from her place by a station not four feet 
away. Alice's lips were a hot, wet ring sliding up and down now on his 
shaft, an oral cunt suck-fucking slowly, lugubriously. Al arched back, his 
eyes closed. His hand went into her blouse from the top and he grabbed a 
tit. Animal sounds issued upward from her throat. Alice hated cock. She 
loved young pussy. Oh, she liked to screw all right, but she didn't like to 
eat guys. It was necessary, though, because she had to compromise Al and 
thus gain access to the child with him. And, of course, she knew for a fact 
that Mary was there, watching. This inspired her to lewd excesses, and she 
made slurping noises and moaned to infuriate Mary while inciting Al. Mary, 
watching, reacted predictably - mad as a wet hen! She could have killed them 
both - in cold blood. 

Of course the whole thing was a vile set-up, and Bobby lurked in the 
shadows, erect penis throbbing as he watched the little girl. His salacious 
plan for the prurient fucking of the defenseless child was cunningly laid, 
and he stole like a wraith toward her, his whole body tingling with eager 
anticipation. He arrived. His hand went onto her arm, meaningfully. Mary 
gasped in fright and tore her hot gaze from the lewd scene of cocksucking 
and she looked at the fat young man. He warned her to silence with a finger 
to his lips, and then his hand came forward and now caressed Mary's lovely 
tit. 

Her pussy went crazy, boiling over with lubricating juices. She was 
witnessing the depraved spectacle of her man being sucked off by a fat toad 
and suddenly she felt a hot hand covering her small, excited breast. She 
wanted to cry out, to run, but she was rooted to the spot. Another hand 
slipped into the waistband of her slacks; a finger made its way through the 
honey-colored hair of her pubic curls, pressing into the cuntal furrow of 
her young sex organ. The labia compressed deliriously at the obscene touch. 
That other hand undid the top of her suit and slid sensuously into the 
forbidden recesses behind her modesty and cupped a ripe, firm breast. 

Mary wanted to moan, but no sound came from her constricted, parched throat. 
She was guilty and frightened, and angry at the same time. After all, Al was 
not more than a few feet from her, his cock in some strange girl's mouth. 
She wanted to get even with Al, but the suddenness of the new man's approach 
was frightening her tremendously. His hands seemed to be ail over in her, 
and then, the next thing she knew, she was being pulled away, down the deck, 
in the blackness. Now she was terrified! Despite that, she just couldn't 
make herself call out to Al for him to come and save her. 

Al was as confused as any man could possibly be; he had just been standing 
there, and suddenly a strange girl comes up to him, kneels, and begins to 
suck his cock like her very life depended on it. He knew that the ship was 
something like a small city, with its own security force like a police 
force, and it occurred to him that they could very well be discovered. "We'd 
better be careful," he said, and the girl stood, her eyes strangely glazed, 
her breath coming in labored gasps. She was disheveled from the bout with 
heavy sex, and appeared, at that moment, to be insane. 

"Yes," she husked coarsely, genuinely aroused not only by the taste of male 
sex that lingered in her mouth, but also by the anticipation of subjecting 
the man to humiliation. She and Bobby had a plan, all right, and that plan 
was now in motion. Al, of course, didn't know this, and was happy at the 
strange encounter. When she led him down the dark, empty deck, he followed 
willingly, thinking about naked sex with the pneumatic young girl who had 
such huge tits and such a depraved appetite. 

Alice led Al to her stateroom, knowing that by now Bobby would have the 
exciting young girl in his adjoining one. The connecting door, of course, 
was unlocked. "Would you like a drink?" Alice asked when they were safely in 
her stateroom with the outer door locked. Now, in the light, Al could see 
her closely, and his animal arousal leaped to an embarrassingly high pitch. 
He told her that he would love a drink, and as she walked to the dresser 
that served as a bar, he watched her lithe, sexy body. His eyes were welded 
to the jiggling moons of her ass; he didn't notice that she put a small 
amount of white powder into the very strong Pernod and water that she was 
mixing for him. Before she turned, he caught a movement of her hand as she 
began to undo the buttons of her smooth, red and yellow jersey blouse. 
Turning now with the drugged drink, she gave him a view of her full, heavy, 
youthful breasts, shattering every bit of his resolve. He loved breasts, 
especially large breasts, and this girl had a set of beauties. The soft 
light seemed to be absorbed by the silken smoothness of the upper reaches of 
those two magnificent globes, advertising them to any male onlooker. "Here 
you are," she said seductively, and added in that silk-smooth voice of hers, 
"there's plenty more where this came from." 

Intoxicated more by the ravishing sight of the nubile young seductress than 
by any amount of alcohol, Al smiled foolishly, took the drink, and belted it 
right down, smacking his lips in delight. "Aaahhh, whew, that was strong!" 
He handed her the drink and his hand went up automatically and grasped one 
of those soft, cool orbs of alluring mammary flesh. Alice blushed and pushed 
him away gently. 

"Just lie down on the bed," she said, "I'll fix you another of these and 
then put on a little show for you ..." 

Bobby wasted no time with Mary. "Did you see what my wife was doing with 
your friend?" he asked, realizing that his prime hole card was the fostering 
of jealousy and the desire for sweet revenge in the young girl. His sexual 
advances had ceased, and now, sitting in his stateroom with the furious, 
shaking little girl, he eyed her seriously. "Let's have a drink," he 
suggested. 

"I saw - and yes, I'd love a drink," she said. 

Mary also received Pernod, and the white powder. "Sugar," he told her, 
emptying the small packet's contents into the drink. 

It hit her almost immediately, and suddenly she felt as though she was about 
to faint or fall over. The floor seemed to slide up into the walls, edges 
their definition, and everything became a slowly undulating blur. And, most 
frightening of all, she found that she couldn't talk. She thought of things 
to say, she even thought of screaming because she was so terrified, but no 
words would come. She found herself being led slowly to a door and suddenly 
her awareness returned with sharp clarity. She heard Al's voice! She 
tightened her grasp on Bobby's fat, sweating hand and looked up imploringly 
at his bland face. With a nod, he directed her attention to the door, which 
he opened just a crack, Looking in furtively, she saw the spectacle of Al on 
the bed, a drink in his hand, his long, white penis bulging upward nakedly 
from his lap. That same girl was standing at the foot of the bed, swaying as 
though she were dancing to some unheard music. As she moved, her hands began 
to undo the rest of the buttons on her tightly-stretched blouse, and Mary 
watched with a mixture of Intense hatred and burning lust as the creamy 
whiteness of her breasts came into view. Enthralled, she could hardly 
breathe, and when she felt the stranger's hands beginning to unbutton her 
top, she just couldn't muster the energy or will power to resist. Besides, 
she was hating the unfaithful Al and didn't mind at all that a man was there 
to comfort her. Mary almost whimpered as that blouse came off in the other 
room, leaving the black-haired girl's upper torso splendidly naked. 

Christ, Mary thought, what a set of knockers! She felt a cool rush of air 
then on her own upper torso, and suddenly realized that her top had been 
taken off. A hot rush of shame welled up inside her, flushing her, but then 
when she saw Al stumble up drunkenly to the black-haired girl and take one 
of those mammoth breasts into his mouth and begin sucking, she overcame her 
shame and guilt with' a red-hot rage. As she felt hands on her small but 
uplifting teats she sighed and leaned back, feeling the hot probe of the 
man's hard penis as it pressed against her buttocks. A new feeling of 
abandoned depravity suffused her. Now she didn't want to fight it, because 
she saw that Al was leading the raven-haired girl to the bed. She whimpered 
as Al stretched out on his back, his erect penis standing up like some 
straining stalk of white flesh. And then, when she saw that fan of 
blue-black hair cascade over her Al's willing torso, she herself reached 
back to grasp her unknown companion's cock. As her small hand found it and 
curled around it, she almost fainted. It was gigantic! Twice the size of 
Al's! 

Whirling to lay eyes on the incredible weapon, Mary almost fell. A little 
whimper escaped her lips as she saw the swollen organ, almost purple with a 
knob the size of an apple. Looking up at him for some sign of pity, all she 
saw was a determined and evil leer, and then she knew that she was trapped. 
"Ooohhh, nnnooo," she moaned, so terrified that she almost fainted. What 
happened next almost snapped her mind: He pushed the door open and shoved 
her into that room! 

Al's head snapped toward Mary, and attempted to leap off the bed, but he was 
paralyzed! His mind functioned all right, and he yelled, "MARY! WHAT THE 
HELL?" but he couldn't muster the strength to get up. He saw an evil little 
fat boy grasping Mary's tits, and when his eyes lit on that horrendous mast 
jutting from the slit in those gray flannel slacks, he almost died. He had 
been discovered in a lewd, lascivious act by the little girl he loved and 
was duty bound to protect, and now he was seeing her in the clutches of a 
person who was obviously mad! 

"Those drinks!" he blurted, looking suddenly at the triumphantly-leering fat 
girl who was now off the bed and moving toward Mary. 

"You're right!" Bobby chortled, cupping Mary's defenseless breasts as Alice 
fell to her knees and began to pull Mary's pants down the twin models of 
shapely, young smoothness. God, Al couldn't do a thing but watch the 
lugubrious rape, desperate but incapable of rendering any assistance. 

"AL! HELP ME!" Mary cried as she felt the alien touch of a Lesbian's 
practiced hands caressing her now naked legs. She tried to wriggle away from 
the fat girl's hot, demanding lips as they pressed up into the exposed 
cuntal furrow, but Bobby's hands pulled her back, bending her so that her 
mound of Venus jutted forward to receive that hungry mouth and searingly-hot 
tongue. "Aaarrrggghhh!!!" Mary gasped as the tongue speared into her 
tightly-clenched pussy with incredible accuracy. 

Al watched the irresistible assault of his little ward with lewd 
fascination. That terrible cock loomed in his faltering consciousness like 
some railroad tie, and Al knew that Mary's fate was certainly worse than 
being sucked and tongued by a pretty good-looking black-haired Lesbian! He 
knew that she would never be able to take it, and the thought of that huge 
spear pressing against her tight, delicate little cuntal hole excited him, 
God, did it excite him! 

"Open your goddamn thighs!" Bobby growled with unexpected gruffness. His 
voice and cock belied his pink, scrubbed aspect, making him something of a 
contradictory enigma. Horrified, Al watched as the raven-haired nymph pulled 
his defenselessly flailing Mary down onto the carpet, and his breath caught 
in his throat as he witnessed the depraved degradation that was about to 
take place so salaciously. The quivering little moons of Mary's white fanny 
were now up, open, exposed humiliatingly to the lascivious leer of the 
lust-crazed fat boy, and his blood-engorged penis aimed pruriently toward 
that never-violated crevice of exciting warm moistness. Christ, they were 
mean enough to aim the defenselessly-doped kid so that he could see the pink 
nether mouth of her tightly-puckered asshole! He wasn't going to do THAT, 
surely!!! 

"Stop, you sonofabitch!" Al yelled, struggling with all of his might to move 
one of his limp limbs, but his angered entreaty went unnoticed by the 
lust-preoccupied couple of perverted sex-fiends. 

Bobby fell on the hapless child like a ten-foot snowstorm, his hands 
grasping the cool, pliant flesh of her buttocks and spreading them obscenely 
so that tight little ring of pink sphincter was exposed to Al's view, "Ever 
fuck her asshole, fellow?" he gurgled degradingly. 

"DONT DO IT!" Al cried, bitterly frustrated because he didn't want to have 
Mary sodomized, because he didn't want to witness it, because he knew 
goddamned well that she was going to have her anal sanctum plundered and 
couldn't do a thing about it. It was as though his arms and legs were made 
of lead, pressed by the irresistible force of gravity amplified by some drug 
that he couldn't fathom. It was horrible! He was helpless, watching his 
lover and his ward as she was defenselessly trapped in front of the man 
whose intentions were lewd and lugubrious. "Pplleeaasssse!" he groaned. 

At this, the young fat girl got up and procured a small whip. It didn't look 
dangerous, but as she raised it over her head and popped it, the snap made 
Al involuntarily wince; he knew good and well what the evil masochist was 
going to do with that whip and he waited with bated breath as the whip 
whistled through the air and slashed across Mary's buttocks with a sharp 
tick. 

"AAArrrggghhhhh!!!" Mary screamed as a small red welt materialized on the 
tender white twin moons of assaulted flesh. At that very instant, Bobby 
leaned forward and spit lustily on the pink-brown puckered knot and 
straightened while kneeling, his burgeoning stalk of lust-hardened flesh 
aiming forward evilly. The purple tip exuded a small drop of seminal fluid 
which clung to the rubbery head tenuously. Without wasting a second, he 
lurched forward, pressing that blood-engorged knob against the defenseless 
anus of Mary, and A! watched and listened in helpless horror as the knob 
pushed the brown-pink sphincter in and Mary screamed once more, shattering 
the room's silence. 

"AAArrrhhhggghhh, oooooohhhhhh!!!" 

The prick was just too large! But Bobby wasn't the man to overlook a 
virginal rectum, and he took purchase on her quivering hips and thrust 
forward mercilessly, disregarding her screams of intense anguish and agony. 
In fact, those screams only served to incite him to further lust, and they 
made him buck forward with renewed might. Al watched as that dark shaft 
penetrated into the darker crevice between the snow-white orbs that quivered 
so tremulously, and he swallowed. His own penis was tingling, stretching and 
aching as he imagined that he was pressing against that small elastic-like 
ring of flesh. Suddenly, as he was vicariously fucking the poor, 
Mandrax-drugged child in the asshole, he gasped as that tremendous 
apple-like knob popped into the yielding ring with an audible noise. That 
was followed by a quick kiss to Mary's mouth by the dark-haired vixen, a 
kiss calculated to cut off the inevitable scream. 

The sight of that turgid member violating his poor little girl so 
unnaturally froze Al, and his cock stretched until it was about to burst. 
The shame of it! It was appalling! How could a man be such a fiend? The 
veined shaft was almost purple, throbbing so the eye could see that the 
blood was coursing through the blood-bursting weapon of lascivious 
penetration. Al hated the pudgy devil! 

The entrance of that lewd telephone pole of pain shook Mary to the utter 
core! God, it hurt like crazy! She knew that the tender tissue of her 
asshole was being stretched beyond endurance, that she would have a 
permanently stretched anus forever! But the pain was overwhelming her, 
occupying most of her drug-numbed mind. It was like that - her body could 
feel everything, but her mind was such from the small amount of 
Innocuous-looking white powder that she couldn't struggle. Besides, she was 
held from in front and behind, and there was nothing the hapless young child 
could do! That prick insinuated so tightly in her anal canal was burning, 
sending lightning-like jolts of pure, undiluted pain crashing up into her 
body, jolts that knocked the very breath from her poor, tortured lungs. God, 
how could she get into a situation like that? 

Bobby smiled. What a nice, tight asshole he had found! Of course, he had 
just known that the seductive-looking little girl would have a perfect 
asshole, just as he always knew how to tell about things like that. His cock 
ached because it was so eager to consummate the anal sodomication of this 
soft, innocent little child. An epicure, Bobby would rather screw one good 
asshole than a thousand loose cunts, and he seized on the situation 
gleefully, savoring the sensation of her asshole as it clasped the 
nerve-filled shaft of his lust-enlarged penis right behind the purple ridge 
of his rubbery-like knob. Simultaneously, he grasped her breasts in his 
feverishly-shaking hands, and savored the soft firmness and the hot, 
tingling sensation of her taut little nipples as they tried to burn into the 
palms of his sweating hands. A long, clear strand of saliva connected his 
desire-contorted face to the back of the impaled child, drooling down slowly 
from his fat, unpleasant lips. 

"UUUuuuggghhhhhh!!!" he grunted, resembling a pink and hairless bear in 
heat. He braced himself and bucked forward, sinking his penis a further inch 
into the clasping channel of her nether throat. His grunt was answered 
immediately by another agonizing scream of astonished anguish, and Mary 
tried with all her might to muster up the super force required to thrust 
herself forward and free herself of that horribly-plundering rod of red hot 
steel. But alas and alack, it was no use for the poor child! She was being 
fucked terribly, and the pain almost made her pee. Never had she imagined 
such pain! Bracing herself, she knew that another thrust was corning, and 
her cunt and asshole screamed out in objection. 

"NOW!" Bobby gloated triumphantly, and shot his cock all the way in to the 
hilt, so that the burgeoning tip was buried up in the very center of her 
tummy. 

What a lewd sight! 

Al couldn't believe his eyes! Was it possible? 

"AAAaaarrrggghhh, ooohhhhh, God save me - ALLLL!!!" 

But her cries were in vain! Bobby, the man behind her with his 
tremendously-huge erection wedged so firmly into her anus, didn't seem to 
notice. Alice was only amused, and she laughed and then parted her lips. Her 
mouth ground sinuously against Mary's in a hot, searing kiss, and her wet 
tongue darted into Mary's oral orifice like a seething branding iron or 
heat-seeking missile, only to loll and lie beside the other, two raspberry 
lovers swimming in the dark pool of Mary's saliva. The lewd lesbian 
sensation rocked Mary to the marrow, making her want to throw her arms out 
and hug the girl she had seen only a while before sucking Al's cock - her 
private property. The merry-go-round of sensations in Mary were too much, 
and she didn't know what to do. That huge rod ramming into her rectum didn't 
hurt now, it was exciting, but Al was there, she knew, and she couldn't let 
on that it felt good. After all, he would think for sure that she was a 
slut! Mary was too young to know how to react; her experience wasn't 
sufficient, so she relaxed in the embraces, and her anus accommodated to the 
tremendous girth and length of the plummeting penis and she whimpered from 
her throat as Alice the dyke thrust her tongue into Mary's mouth. 

Al was watching, and he saw the two people ravaging his own sweet lover and 
ward and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. Watching that penis 
ravaging her rectum, his own erotic anticipation was high, but at that 
minute he wasn't certain if he could ever move again. Just as he was 
thinking about it, though, that raven-haired girl left Mary and came to him, 
throwing herself low onto the firm, wide bed beside him. Her mouth covered 
his erect penis wetly, taking it all the way in, and he could feel the cords 
of her rapidly-working gullet pressing and moving on the blood-engorged, 
passion-tingling knob of his stalk. 

"AAAaaahhhhh," he groaned, despite the swim of lewd thoughts occupying his 
mind. He was watching his own young ward being sodomized anally, and he was 
being sodomized himself orally. but all he could do was relax and enjoy it. 

Mary, upon seeing her uncle reclining on that bed, a raven-hued fan of hair 
spread diaphanously over his urgently-churning groin, underwent a very 
startling change. She heard those low, throaty animal sobs of pleasure being 
emitted from his throat, and she suddenly became angry. He was actually 
enjoying what was being done to him, while she was being skewered so badly! 
He didn't care a thing about her predicament! The anger swirled up from the 
dark depths of Mary's bowels, she snarled at Bobby: "FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD! 
FUCK ME HARDER!!!" 

The effect of this lascivious order was manifold in the busy room. Its 
effect on Mary was one of ultimate stimulation, and she suddenly stopped 
resisting, but used that psychic force to meet rather than ward off Bobby's 
lugubrious attack. Bobby was naturally incited to fever-pitch lust by the 
unexpected expletive, and his cock began to burgeon in faster and faster, 
splitting wide the smooth white moons of her ass as that blood-hardened, 
veined member slithered in and out of the plastic-like hole that surrounded 
his excited cock like a milk-maid's fingers. For his part, Al almost cried 
out! Could that be his Mary? Was that her, asking some lardy young man to 
fucker her faster, harder? 

He didn't want to believe his ears, but he was still unable to spring up to 
her rescue; those pills or whatever they had used to spike his drink were 
too powerful to let him move, and he could only lie there on his back and 
sort out the odd sensation of a hot, wet mouth that was sucking his cock so 
hard that he thought his nuts were going to explode. But not only that, Mary 
was screaming in animal delight! Why, the little bitch was liking it! Alice 
smiled as she sucked; she knew that both Al and the child were now firmly in 
their bondage, and it was going to be a long trip! 

The feeling of that huge, lust-hardened rod smashing into Mary's upended 
anus sent thrills of electric pleasure floating through her, and she had to 
scream and grab the bedcovers as she received the plundering rod. 

"Aaaarrrggghhh, God yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed. 

God, Bobby thought, she is a sexy little devil, isn't she? His hands went 
under her and grasped her naked breasts. The nipples were hot and taut, 
almost like two red-hot bearings, burning into the palms of his hands. God, 
that really excited him, fucking a young girl in the asshole while holding 
her pure, soft, pliant, nubile breasts. Never had he ever experienced 
anything like it! 

And neither had the helpless Al! He could see Mary clearly from his vantage 
point, and the sight of that blue-veined shaft of rampaging male flesh that 
was slithering in and out of her so quickly excited him and made him feel 
horrible at the same time. Her mewls of animal pleasure did little to 
depress the rising sexuality in Al, for Alice's hands were now cupping his 
balls lovingly, and her mouth was on his cock like that asshole of Mary's, 
pink and tight, sliding up and down the excited rod of flesh in tempo with 
Bobby's cock that was sliding in and out of Mary's opened anus so easily 
now. 

Al could imagine that it was he who was sodomizing the innocent young girl, 
that those ovalled lips so tight around his cock were actually not lips at 
all, but a tightly-puckered anus. The bonus for him was her fondling of his 
testicles, though, for she held his scrotum lovingly, caressing wrinkled sac 
of hair-covered flesh as though it contained the most valuable jewels in the 
world. This naturally made Al like her, and he could hear that Mary was 
having the fuck of her life. Anybody with ears could hear that, because Mary 
was unrestrained now. A purser walking by would have shocked, and sundeck 
pursers don't shock easily at all. 

The pitch increased even yet! Mary was now about to have one of the most 
fantastic orgasms ever, and so was Al. Who were these odd people, he was 
thinking, who were so wanton and determined to degrade them, humiliate them, 
sodomize them? Why were they doing these carnal things? His question was 
framed and it burned in his mind like a torch, but there was no time for him 
to get the proper answer. First, his head was whirling because of the lewd, 
exciting pressure of the tip of Alice's tongue as it tried to force Its way 
into the tiny opening at the very tip of his sex-hardened glans. But what he 
was seeing, observing on the other bed was just too much! His own Mary, on 
her hands and knees, her cherubic buttocks being split wide by the rampaging 
penis of a total stranger! 

He watched as that almost purple shaft of flesh would disappear all the way 
in, hear the wet slap of that dangling scrotum as it would connect with her 
creamy white thighs quivering so agitatedly now, and he would wince at her 
small cry of delight. Goddamn it, why couldn't he do something like that? He 
always had wanted to plunder Mary's rectum, but he had had too much respect 
feeling for the child! And now he saw that he was missing out! She was 
enjoying it! Well, goddamn it, Al was going to enjoy his, too, so he 
imagined that it was he who was screwing the drugged child delirious, that 
it was his own penis that was thundering .into her rectal canal, and this 
wasn't hard to Imagine because that mouth of the pudgy, huge-breasted young 
girl was once again going up and down on his penis in a fucking motion, the 
teeth gently grazing the lust-incited flesh, Mustering up all his power, he 
reached down and grasped her two breasts, holding the huge, doughy mounds of 
yielding flesh and reveling at the nice, large nipples as they attracted his 
immediate attention. If there was a combination that Al liked, it was large 
breasts and hard little nipples. This girl who was sucking him off so 
expertly had both! 

On the other bed, Mary couldn't contain herself. "GODDD," she cried, 
completely out of control, "I'm cuuuummmminnnng!!!" 

The floodgate of her orgasmic reservoir burst, ad warm fluid filled her 
entire being. Lost in vertigo, she whimpered and fucked back against that 
rod that was now spewing its hot charge of steaming semen up into the very 
center of her stomach. God, it was too much! She cried out and thrashed, 
striving for total enjoyment of the obscene climax of the unnatural sex act 
that was compounded by her fuzzy state of mind. But there was no denying the 
orgasm, and she let everybody know! Bobby let her know that he was making 
it, as his nuts had exploded in a manner seldom experienced. His gush of 
hot, sticky cum spewed up into her rectum, washing the clasping walls 
searingly, and as he came his hands grasped her small breasts and almost 
yanked them off. "YYYyyyeeesssss!!!" she cried. 

Simultaneously, Al, on the other bed, was vicariously screwing Mary in the 
asshole, and as she cried out that she was cumming, his cargo of wriggling 
hot sperm exploded up from his tight nuts, racing up the length of his 
burgeoning penis and discharging in a mind-bending ejaculation that filled, 
Alice's wildly-working gullet to capacity! The girl pumped his nuts 
demandingly as he shot off, urging even more of the pungent broth out and 
into her hungrily-sucking mouth. 

"Aaarrrggghhh, ooohhhhh, aaahhhh," he groaned as the release freed him of 
the tension that tended to break his body in half. 

"MMMMmmmmnnnn," Alice mewled from deep inside her cum-filled throat as she 
writhed atop the madly-ejaculating uncle of the little girl she and her 
friend intended to gain custody of. Her body was alive with the feeling of 
sex, curling leg to leg and arm to arm against Al's in a hot, passionate 
embrace. She sucked and didn't miss a single drop. 

Three hours later Al and Mary were sound asleep in the same beds. They 
didn't need bonds to tie them, both were sleeping soundly in a drug-and 
sex-induced haze. 

Chapter Six 

"Good morning, there!" Bobby said to Al, smiling broadly as he stood beside 
the bed, a goblet of champagne at navel level. 

"OOOooouuuwww, my head!" Al groaned, brushing the sleep from his eyes with 
the backs of his hands. He immediately wondered what had actually happened 
and then, with brutal clarity, it all came back to him! That was the man who 
had screwed Mary in the fanny! Springing up, his head slammed back at him 
like a hammer. God, did he have a monster hangover! Then he saw Mary, sound 
asleep with the black-haired girl who had sucked him off so wonderfully the 
last night. His body twitched suddenly and he once again gazed at that evil, 
effluvient man, hoping against hope that he was wrong about what he had 
guessed. 

As though answering telepathically, the man, Bobby, smiled down at Al and 
spoke. "Oh, no, nothing like that! Good God, not when you have such an - err 
- engaging little thing to play with! I refer, of course, to your ward, 
Mary." 

"How do you know about all that?" Al asked, sitting up now and frowning. 
Nobody aboard ship knew about their relationship. 

"My good Mr. Ronson," Bobby began, offering Al a pack of cigarettes, "I took 
the liberty of making some telephone calls last night. I certainly hope that 
you don't mind. Now, as I see it, you stand to lose a goodly piece of 
change, not to mention the lovely senorita, if word of last night's episode 
should happen to reach certain ears." 

Al was now keyed for the duel of wits that he had anticipated. He pulled a 
cigarette from the package, calmed himself, became aware, and lit up. After 
blowing a blue plume of smoke into the air, he sat forward and regarded his 
erstwhile host tentatively. "So?" he asked, trying to find out just what 
this stranger knew. 

"Well, according to the terms of your legal contract as guardian of Mary, 
you're to protect her from certain - err - vices, shall we say. Now then, 
last night you rather faulted on that one, wouldn't you say?" 

"You asshole," Al replied, trying to anger the seemingly imperturbable 
marshmallow man. 

"Indeed I am an asshole, my friend! You'll know just what an asshole I am 
before this cruise is finished!" 

Al was now feeling better, and he decided to push. "What's your game, 
sport?" he asked, edging off the bed. His nudity didn't bother him at all 
even though, under the circumstances it would have. 

"Well, If you really want to know, I want to toy with your daughter - 
forever." 

"You HAVE to be kidding," Al said, "My friend, Bobby Brookmeyer never kids 
about kids. Nor about money. Now, why not get some clothes on and relax? I 
can see that you have ideas about violence; don't bother, please. Have a 
drink instead, or we can call down for a breakfast tray if you prefer." 

The calm, assured manner of the strange man bothered Al, and he wondered how 
the man could be so sure of himself without a weapon or something. Al 
surveyed him narrowly, anger building in his stomach. His arms and legs were 
tensed to spring, and he saw that Brookmeyer noticed. The short, pudgy young 
man only laughed. 

"Like I said, Mr. Ronson, I wouldn't try anything violent." Brookmeyer 
walked casually over to one of the large chairs and sat down, adjusting his 
red and black satin smoking jacket. He pressed a cigarette into a long, 
silver holder and lit up with the flame from a small silver butane lighter. 
Then, still smiling cryptically, he sipped on his champagne and regarded Al 
over the rim of his glass, his pig eyes puckered with suppressed glee. "Now, 
if you want, sir, we can discuss this like two adults, or else you can play 
wounded water buffalo and race around, breaking things; I really don't 
care." 

The character was annoying Al, needling him, and Al was about to tear across 
the room after him but something in his mind told him to relax, bide his 
time, see what the game was. "How do you intend to - mmmm - possess Mary, 
may I ask?" 

"Quite simple," Brookmeyer said, waving his hand flippantly, "she'll 
cooperate, you'll cooperate, and I must just be here - can't you understand 
that -?" 

"And how do you expect me to cooperate?" A! wanted to know. The outrageous 
suggestion that he would participate in a lewd, degrading plan such as 
Brookmeyer seemed to be suggesting was the farthest thing from his mind, and 
he was tempted to laugh. 

"Well, first off, I can force you to, through the primitive medium of 
blackmail. You see, there on the bedside table I have a small but potent 
stack of Polaroid prints that were taken by an unnamed confederate last 
night. I believe that Judge Edgerton would be greatly interested in your 
antics and in Mary's. True, the old blackmail-by-photograph gambit is weak 
and crude, but you have to admit that it is effective." Now his smile was 
sickening. 

Trapped by his own inquisitiveness, Al reached over to the small stack and 
picked the photos up, holding them gingerly. He didn't want to see them, but 
had to look, and when he focused on the black-and-white glossies the breath 
caught in his throat. God, it was him, and that girl sucking him off; right 
in the next bed was Mary, being screwed in the ass! Al saw that the pictures 
had been taken from some point behind him, most likely from the adjoining 
door - the one he had come through initially. As he looked at them his rage 
built and he trembled; finally he tore the pictures up and flung them onto 
the floor, scowling and turning to the devious Brookmeyer, who was laughing 
hysterically. 

"Many more where those came from," Brookmeyer informed him, walking to the 
bar to pour some more champagne. "Like a glass?" 

"You incredible bastard!" Al muttered, taking a step toward the bar. The 
manner of the man, his superiority, was enraging, and Al seriously thought, 
at that moment, of wringing his neck. 

Just as he was about to strike the man, Mary called out. "UNCLE AL, 
DON'T!!!" 

He whirled and saw her standing there, naked, her eyes wide with fear. As 
soon as he looked at her, part of his anger was replaced by awe. She was 
still the most magnificent creature that he could imagine. And he couldn't 
stand the fact that she was now standing there, lewdly naked, before the 
hot, puckered eyes of that criminal. "Put something on, Mary!" he commanded, 
and turned to scoop up his clothes. 

But Mary just stood there, her arms on her hips, her legs apart. There was a 
strange look in her eyes, one that Al had never seen before. Was it anger, 
too? "I won't put something on. Furthermore. I'm not leaving. You leave." 

These words caused AL to turn pale. It was as though his very spirit drained 
out of his body. Could he have heard her right? "Wh - what ... ?" 

"I said, you leave. I saw what you did last night, out on the deck - with 
Alice here! I wanted to go to bed with you, and you wouldn't. You made me go 
to bed alone, and you told me that you'd be right in. And then you just 
stood there when she came to you - you allowed her to play with you, you 
dirty bastard!" Her face was flushed, a high red, and her voice was 
quivering and breaking. Two crystalline streams of tears flowed down her 
cheeks. 

Al stuttered and mumbled, and his confusion was increased by the chortling 
issuing from the fat Brookmeyer. "But, you also horsed around, for Christ's 
sake," he accused, standing now only in his boxer shorts. "You let him screw 
you in the ass!" 

"YES!" she cried back at him, "and damn it, I ENJOYED IT!" She glared at 
him, her eyes shooting out sparks of pure hatred. She had enjoyed it, and as 
she recalled the fantastic feeling of that huge, hot veined member 
slithering into her, thought about those two hands grasping her cool but 
excited little breasts, a sudden surge of new sensuality swept through her, 
and she ran to Brookmeyer and knelt beside his chair. His hand slipped over 
and raked her long, blonde hair, and then he took a small handful and pulled 
her head gently, smiling down at her. 

"That's my baby," he said, and chuckled as he looked at Al. 

The bitter frustration tearing at Al's guts made him shake, and he stared at 
the spectacle of his brazen little ward as she sat on the carpeted floor 
beside the unwholesome character. What can she possibly see in him? Al 
wondered. And is it all over? It just can't be! No! Mary was his ward, and 
he had to protect her! "Mary, get up and get this instant!" he ordered, 
pointing at her and glaring angrily. 

"I WILL NOT!" Mary screamed back, hunching even harder against the chair 
beside her. She grasped one of Bobby's hands for support. 

"Hey, what's all the racket?" Alice called from the bed. She sat up, her 
huge breasts naked. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and surveyed the room 
with a frown. 

Seeing her like that, Al suddenly remembered how good she was last night, 
and this rising tide of salacious desire conflicted with the raging anger 
that shook him. Yet his eyes seemed to be welded to the generous body of the 
nubile and pneumatic youngster, and he wondered what part she had in all of 
it. Was she as evil as that man beside Mary? God, who else was involved? Who 
was it who took the pictures? Al was boggled in puzzling questions, and the 
total impact of the conflicting emotions was making him sick. It's true that 
he was-unfaithful to Mary, with this black-haired young girl who was sitting 
there naked on the bed, and Mary would probably still be his girl if he'd 
have been loyal. But, as a direct result of his waywardness, she became 
involved in a horrible scheme that Al had to solve, and solve forever. 
Question upon question formed on his lips, but he couldn't utter one of 
them. All he could do was mumble as he shrugged into his slacks and shirt. 
"Mary,'' he finally managed to say, "get dressed now - we have to talk!" 

"That's all right, Mary," Bobby said, "you get-dressed and go with Al here - 
we'll see you later, hunh?" 

She looked up at him and her face was still hot and wet. But she nodded 
because she saw that she could come back. Mary wasn't crazy about the pudgy 
man at all, but she was furious with Al, and would have to use an ape to 
seek revenge. The total backlog of her good experiences with Al seemed to be 
negated by what she had seen out on the deck last night, and she felt like a 
woman spurned, It was the first time she had experienced such total hatred, 
and it occurred to her that she could get back at him effectively using her 
own budding sexuality. This notion came to her from the dark depths of her 
intuition, and she began to smile evilly as she rose from her place. She 
strutted to the chair where her clothes were, and turned to face the group. 

Her eyes met Al's, and she knew that she was tearing him apart inside. She 
jutted her pussy mound out, spread her legs, and cupped her breasts, 
determined to be as lewd as she could so that she could get back at him. 
There was quite a bit of burning guilt welling up in her, but she was 
determined to overcome it, to teach Al a lesson that he would never forget. 

Al, watching her lascivious display, shook with uncontrollable anger. He 
wanted to lash out, slap her, make her put her clothes on and go to their 
stateroom, where he would chain her to the bed for the duration of the trip. 
Why had they decided to take the trip at all? It had all started out so 
badly! He knew for a fact that something had happened that could never be 
rectified, but he was determined to do his best to control the brash young 
girl. 

Bobby and Alice watched the display of pure, unadulterated hatred with glee, 
and Bobby's occasional chuckles were like a wedge of ground glass that drove 
them ever farther apart. He knew that he was in control of the situation, 
and his abrasive humor worked with relentless efficiency. The game was his, 
and the delicious flavor of victory in his game filled him. He thought that 
it was going to be a wonderful trip. 

Little did he know that the young girl was going to use him, to play his own 
game on him, to score him off eventually, to nullify him, wipe him out 
thoroughly. Mary's thoughts about Alice were about the same, only more 
intense. She hated Alice as only a woman can hate, and she covered those 
uncharitable feelings as only a woman can. Mary knew that she had really 
grown up in only one night, and now all the ugly, vile, treacherous aspects 
of adult life pressed in on her. She felt betrayed, and the answering moves 
occurred to her intuitively, easily, naturally. She was going to get. her 
revenge on all of them! 

Slowly she dressed, bending forward to step into her underpants. She was 
going to work them, give them a show, and as she dressed she could feel 
the-electric tension in the air, tension from both A! and Bobby, whom she 
knew to be watching her hungrily. She wanted to tease them, and dressed 
slowly, seductively, and then, without a word, when she was finished, she 
went over to Bobby, kissed her finger, and pressed that finger to his lips. 
Then she smiled sweetly, turned to Al, and said, "Come on, lover." 

Al interpreted this as a good sign, but his confusion was such that he could 
hardly think rationally. He wanted to be out of there, though, and without a 
word, he followed her out into the brightness of the passageway, where 
people were milling around, chatting in small groups, eyeing them with 
ill-concealed suspicion. 

Mary smiled as though she were the happiest person on earth as they made 
their way to their stateroom, and she nodded to some old ladies and wished 
them a good morning. It was one o'clock, and they were scandalized. She knew 
it, and derived an evil joy from the mock respect she paid them. But she 
knew that they didn't have any call on her life, and that they were just old 
gossips anyway. Her total program was now one of deception, and she was 
eager to practice with anybody. When they reached the stateroom, she went in 
first, hurried to the bed, and then turned to face Al. 

"I suppose that you think you're going to spank me or something," she said, 
her tone one of utter assurance. 

"I've thought of it," Al began, but she cut him off. 

"I wouldn't try it if I were you," she snapped, hands on hips. "I know the 
terms of your guardianship, mister, and you don't show me shit any more. You 
blew it last night, man, and now you're going to pay and pay through the 
nose!" 

"Why, you little brat!" Al began, but she laughed at him. 

"Ooooohhhh, shut up! You so much as lay a hand on me and I'll blow this 
whole deal wide open. Man, you'll spend the rest of your life in jail, and 
you know what I'm talking about. Just be a good little boy and maybe I'll 
keep you around for a pet or something." 

Al knew that she had him, and he squirmed and wriggled, trying to think of 
some way to regain mastery. There was no doubt about it, she could go to the 
captain of the ship if she wanted to, and he could exercise his right as a 
civil authority and throw him right into the brig. There was a police force 
on the ship, and he couldn't escape. Nothing out there but sparkling blue 
water, very deep and very hungry No escape. He eyed the child and sighed. 
"Mary," he said, "I'm sorry about last night. Good God, I'm only human." 

"Do you really think so?" she countered, and moved toward the bathroom. She 
was shedding her clothes since she felt filthy and wanted to take a good, 
hot shower. "By the way, do you mind getting out of here while I bathe? Your 
eyes bother me." 

"For God's sake, Mary - can't you listen to reason?" he asked, terror of 
losing her rampant in his shaking body. 

"I can listen to reason, but not nonsense." She paused and turned to look 
full at him. "You know," she went on, "I can't stand you. I don't know how I 
ever liked you - you worm." 

"For Christ's sake, Mary, I admit that I screwed up last night! God, I made 
a mistake and I'm sorry, but can't you see that it was a set up? I mean, 
they had it all planned." 

"Very possible. They knew more about you than I did. Now, if you don't mind, 
will you play shepherd and get the flock out of here?" 

"I beg your pardon?" 

"Play alligator and haul ass, man. You make me sick. And hear this, fellow: 
I'm going to do what I want to do and I don't want any interference from 
you, understand?" She glared at him and that red-hot hatred shot from her 
eyes. 

Stunned, Al stood rooted to the spot. He didn't know what he could do, but 
he knew that he wanted to get back with Mary, to be her man again. She was 
so beautiful! She had shed her top and was standing there naked to the 
waist, her little upturned breasts white and inviting, capped with small 
wild strawberry nipples. Al wanted to run to her, throw his arms around her, 
kiss her, throw her onto the bed, feel her body Under his, make love to her, 
get over all the horrible business at hand. "Mary? Please?" he begged. 

"Out!" she snapped. 

Al couldn't stand it. He ran to her and tears sprang from his eyes. His 
heart pounded with furious abandon as he clutched her small body to his, and 
he tried to press his lips against hers. 

"STOP IT!" she screamed, struggling away from him. "ISH! DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU 
VILE CRUMB!" 

His hands grasped at her naked upper torso and he was delirious with desire. 
"God, Mary, you have to let me!" he pleaded. 

"Absolutely not!" she snapped, tearing herself from his hot, trembling 
hands. He nauseated her, and the very touch of those hands sent shivers of 
disgust coursing through her. 

Crushed, Al moved away. "God," he said, looking up, "what can I do ... ?" 

"I'm not God," Mary replied, "but I'll certainly tell you what you can do!" 
She glared at him and then went into the bathroom, slamming the door so hard 
that it almost came off the hinges. 

Hopeless and helpless, Al went to the bar and ordered a series of drinks. He 
was brooding, and avoided all company, of which there was plenty. He was 
sick to the core, and puzzled the situation, wondering how he could get rid 
of Bobby and Alice and subdue the rampant Mary. He couldn't believe how hard 
she had become, and 'the blow to his ego was too much for him to bear. To be 
put down by a young girl was incredible, and he tried to wonder if he could 
possibly live without her. God, she was good' in bed, and he wondered what 
the sleeping arrangements would be. Would he have to sleep alone, to spend 
nights thinking about her. about Mary, sleeping with someone else, fucking 
someone else, letting other hands enjoy her smooth, young body, letting 
other tongues explore the buttery depths of her throat, the tangy, pungent, 
delicious recesses of her young pussy? He thought of suicide, but the 
thought of jumping over the side and suffering a slow, gagging, watery death 
only made him more upset. The more he drank, the more upset he became, and 
he finally tossed a crumpled ten-dollar bill on the polished mahogany of the 
bar and ambled off to his stateroom, where he hoped that he would see Mary, 
be able to talk sense to her. 

Mary washed slowly, letting the hard spray of hot water splash over her 
body, massaging it like thousands of tiny fingers. She soaped, washing all 
the past from the surface of her body. As she lathered her smooth young 
body, her mind was seething with anger and racing as she thought about all 
the sexual adventures that were now open to her aboard ship. My God, there 
were hundreds of men, all of them sexy, all of them available! 

After her bath, she applied her make-up carefully, so that it didn't look 
like she was wearing any, and she selected a very short micro, a skirt of 
red vinyl that was nothing more than a wide belt, and she decided to wear 
her transparent blouse without a brassiere. 

Determined to humiliate Al with every cell of her body, she left the 
stateroom and strolled onto the afterdeck, where she leaned over the 
taffrail and watched those who were using the swimming pool on the deck 
below. The sun was brilliant and hot, burning down on her, and the salt air 
invigorated her. But, despite the fine conditions of the day, she was the 
huntress, Diana with her bow, and her eyes roved constantly until she fixed 
on one likely looking man, a fellow in his mid-forties. Obviously a sport, 
the man wore a Tattersall vest and Harris tweed sports coat. Even though it 
was obvious that he was a businessman of some sort, he wore his hair long, 
and exuded a general air of flippancy. Mary didn't care too much for him, 
but she knew that he would be the easiest man around, so when he glanced her 
way she smiled. He walked over to her. 

"Hi!" she said to him as he approached, and she turned around so that her 
back was against the rail, her nubile young breasts tenting out the sheer 
material of her blouse. 

"Good afternoon,," he replied, his eyes fixed nervously on those prizes that 
were covered so transparently by her filmy blouse. He was obviously nervous, 
because he had first seen an attractive young girl and when he went to her, 
he saw that she was much much more than that. His penis began to fill and 
his groin suddenly burned. Mary knew the effect she was having on the man - 
the expression in his eyes was all too obvious. She enjoyed the sense of 
power that pervaded her, and she suddenly knew that there was nothing like 
sex to draw a man along. This one was nothing much to look at, but still it 
was exciting to string him along, to manipulate him, and Mary felt 
outrageous. "Let's go to my stateroom and play," she said, knowing that the 
statement would probably make him faint. 

"That man I saw you with yesterday - is he your -?" 

"He's my friend, let's say," Mary replied, and she started to walk the 
thirty feet to the passageway. 

Mark Carstairs followed, his palms wet, his heart thumping. Was it possible 
that the seductive little girl was going to try to seduce him? he wondered. 
Of course he had seen her around, walking with Al. She had disturbed him, 
and he felt a sharp pang of guilt as he first imagined fucking her. After 
all, his wife was right beside him when his penis reacted to the thought. 
Mark Carstairs was just an average man, one who would think about making 
love to a very pretty young girl with soft white skin and a perfect shape, 
but he was hardly the man to flit about parks, candy in his car, thoughts of 
luring children into his car for illicit sex lurking lewdly in his mind, no. 

No, he would think about seducing a girl, like any healthy man might, but he 
would never have gone all the way. But this was different! He knew that the 
girl beside him, walking with such grace and self-assurance, was going to 
seduce him! Imagine his excitement, then, when she slipped her coo! little 
hand into his as they entered the wide central passageway! She smote him 
with a hot glance, sparks of pure, provocative sexuality shooting heatedly 
from her twinkling green eyes. Mark quivered with delight as the well of his 
arousal began to overflow. God, I just know that she's going to go all the 
way with me! 

Mary was feeling more spiteful than sexy, but yet the anticipation of 
fucking a total stranger again caused her to shake too. She was bent on a 
seduction of some sort, anything lewd and starkly lascivious to hurt Al, who 
had hurt her. She was fighting a battle for her freedom from Al, and was 
going to prove to him in no uncertain way that she was the boss, that she 
was going to run things her way. She would show him that she would have sex 
with any man she wanted to fuck, as often as she wanted to. And her sexual 
desire was strongly developed, both by her intimacy with Al and by the 
fantastic sex she had participated in the previous night. Now she was on the 
threshold of her first adventure, about to take the first step in her plan! 
Her pussy was clean since she had taken a very thorough shower in 
anticipation of her lugubrious adventure. Now, thinking about offering that 
pussy to a total stranger, she quivered even more, and her grip tightened on 
his hand. She smiled at him. 

"We're almost there," she said, and hurried him along. 

Flashes of erotic excitement shot through Mark Carstairs. He could even 
smell that she was sexy, and she seemed to be several degrees hotter than 
normal. He wondered, noticing that, if women really do get hot. And then he 
thought about his wife, Caroline. 

Fat Caroline, who couldn't even cook Campbell's soup without burning it. And 
she was cold in bed, lying there beside him like some dead hippopotamus. 
Caroline's pussy was enormous, and Mark often had the feeling that someone 
else had stretched it out. Yes, he thought that she was fucking on the side 
- how would it he possible for her to be so passive, almost 
frigid,-otherwise? As he thought about his wife, his guilt about what he was 
about to do with the young girl vanished, covered by a hot, liquid seething 
of anger because he was convinced that Caroline was toying with other men 
when he was away from home. 

Why, she might be screwing some young man right now! This aggravating 
thought obviously bothered him, just as it would bother any sane man. It 
added to the burning glow inside him, and by the time Mary stopped before- 
the polished mahogany door of her sundeck stateroom, Mark's knees were weak. 
His breath was coming in short, shallow drafts that he had to try to 
control. Now a sheen of cool perspiration had sprung out on his forehead, 
and he wondered sharply, as she opened the door, if she was a hooker, a 
prostitute, a common little slut who would want money. 

As though she were reading his thoughts, Mary hurried him in and whispered, 
"Don't worry about a thing, please; I just want you." 

She did want him, but she only wanted to use him, to be fucked by him so 
that Al would see it and be more hurt than ever. 

Mark didn't know this, so her reassuring whisper had a very good effect on 
him, even though he knew that it was hard to believe that such a gorgeous 
little girl would like him, want him, find him attractive enough to go to 
bed with. He thought about her, about the freshly washed, youthful 
appearance of the shiningly beautiful nymphet. Her golden blonde hair hung 
like a cascade, framing her smooth, attractive face perfectly. 

God, how old can she be? Why does she want me? These thoughts plagued Mark 
for only the briefest of moments, because Mary didn't give him time to 
ponder all the problems she could see were vexing him. 

"Will you play with me?" she said, her insouciant voice like butter and 
honey. 

She pressed close to him and her slender arms slid around him erotically. 
She grasped him through his shirt, her arms under his sports coat. That 
bulge of hot hardness that pressed against her belly excited her, and she 
rubbed playfully against it, searching his bewildered eyes for some sign of 
acceptance. It did matter to her that he liked her a little bit; it would 
make their sex more enjoyable, And, by now, she had decided that she did 
like him, even if he was a bit hesitant. 

Suddenly he took her in his arms and, with animal abandon and furious 
passion, he smashed his mouth against hers in a searing kiss, sending his 
burning tongue into the soft, accepting depths of her sweet mouth. A low 
groan of sensual pleasure escaped from Mary's throat as she yielded to that 
burning kiss, and a passion that she had never experienced 'jolted her with 
volt-like shocks of sexual electricity!! God, was she excited all of a 
sudden! 

And Mark quivered and shook uncontrollably as she melted into his eager arms 
and returned the kiss with a ferocity that he couldn't quite believe. She 
nipped his lips and thrust her tongue back and forth into his mouth as 
though that oral organ were a penis and his mouth a wet, ready cunt. 

"OOOooooohhhh, mmmmm ... " Mark almost fainted as her hand slipped down and 
grasped his bulging member through the material of his woolen flannel 
trousers. Her hand began to pump that blood-filled instrument deliriously, 
and he had to pull away and break the kiss, gasping, because he was honestly 
certain that she would make him come in his pants, and that would be very 
embarrassing! 

One other time, while at a party, a woman there had grabbed him like that in 
the front hall while everybody else, including Caroline, was in the den 
listening to records. He had wanted that woman, and while they had kissed, 
she fondled his penis until he ejaculated in his pants, and then, when she 
was ready to go out into the night, he couldn't. He certainly didn't want 
something like that to happen again! What man would, after all? So, out of 
breath and shaking from the sexual assault, he pulled away and blinked down 
at her. 

"God," he murmured, "what's this all about?" 

"I want us to make love," Mary declared with girlish simplicity. She smiled 
brightly up at him and the pink tip of her tongue flicked back and forth 
across her sweet lips, inciting Mark to new levels of unbridled lust. He 
wanted to know this girl physically, to suck her pussy until it was drier 
than dust, to thrust his penis into her. God, the passion racing through him 
made him quake like a leaf! 

Mary's pussy was already a burning cauldron of sexual fire and juice,, and 
she grasped Mark's hand and pulled him to the bed. Then, after guiding him 
so that he sat on the edge of the wide, firm bed, she smiled down at him. 
"Will you undress me?" she asked, moving close in between his widely spread 
legs so that her thighs touched the inner muscles of his legs. 

Mark lost no time, and he undid the buttons of her blouse in shaking haste, 
almost choking from his own excitement. As her small, white breasts were 
clearly revealed under the opened blouse, he reached for them and grasped 
them, rolling the youthful buds of her pink nipples between his thumbs and 
forefingers. Her flesh was cool to his touch, but yet it seemed to vibrate 
madly, just as though every cell was coming alive under his lust-shaking 
hands. 

Mary relished the fondling, and she leaned back, closing her eyes. 
"Aaaahhhhhh, yesssss, do that," she groaned, sending her hands into his 
salt-and-pepper hair lovingly. Something about this man excited her 
tremendously, and she didn't know what it was; perhaps, she thought, it was 
that he was a total stranger, a man she had never laid eyes on before, and a 
man who was now indulging in intimacies with her young, hungry body. 

There is always a greater thrill in having sex with a stranger than with 
someone you know too well, Mary reasoned, and she abandoned herself to this 
man's wildly caressing hands, losing herself in the delicious whirl of 
illicit eroticism and animal lust. God, what wonderful things his hands were 
doing to her and for her. She wished that it would never stop, and suddenly 
her spite vanished, and Mark became a real man to her, a man capable of the 
most deliciously wonderful manipulations of her eagerly excited young flesh. 

She swooned as she felt his fingers leave her breasts and move down to undo 
her micro skirt. God, she didn't have any underpants on under that short, 
short skirt, and she knew that that fact would probably excite him 
tremendously. 

Mark undid the button and pulled the zipper down. That metallic whine seemed 
to fill the room, to echo in his ears, and he feasted his eyes on her belly 
as the short dress descended. No underpants! He gasped as her small, modest 
triangle of honey-colored pubic curls came into view, and his mouth suddenly 
went dry. Excited beyond belief, Mark pushed the skirt forcefully down and 
drank in the sight of her naked youthfulness, so smooth arid tempting, so 
white and pure, so virginal, so exciting. 

His hands went around the smoothness of her hips and he grasped her cool 
buttocks, pulling her to him. She stepped out of the colorful little puddle 
that was her skirt and went to him, offering her pussy which she knew he 
wanted to kiss. 

His tongue darted onto that soft, moist tangle of butter-blonde curiiness 
and delved into the first hint of her cuntal slit. 

"OOOOOoooooohhhhh, Godddd!" she cried, once again clutching him as she felt 
that hot, sexy penetration of her cunt by his hot, probing tongue, How 
delicious! How satisfying and sexy! She wriggled against his face, grinding 
her mound of Venus against his cleanly shaven chin ecstatically, lost to the 
world in her own enjoyment of the lewd but scandalously delicious 
sensuousness. 

The taste of her fresh, young cunt made Mark's head spin, and he held her 
buttocks tightly, grinding his fingers into that smooth, pliant pair of 
oblong moons of inviting flesh. He brushed that moist, quivering pair of 
cuntal lips with his lips, and his tongue worked up ever higher, into the 
folds of her hungrily demanding vagina. 

She tasted like pure, fresh sex. and the sensations of his experience made 
Mark whimper with pure joy. He had never eaten a woman - or girl -- before, 
and the sensation was too wonderful for him to imagine. His testicles were 
responding to the unexpected delight of this sensual meal, and his scrotum 
was tight and ridged, encasing as it did his two nuts which were so full of 
eager sperm that they were about to explode. God, how he wanted to come, but 
he couldn't do it like that! 

Thrusting her away again, gasping again, he said. "God, let me get 
undressed!" 

Mary was about to fall over, and she threw herself onto the bed, exhausted 
but eager for more. "Hurrrrrryyyyy!" she cried, shuddering because of the 
sudden cessation of his oral fucking. 

Mark wasted no time, and in less than a minute, he was on the bed, swapped 
head to tail with Mary, who accepted his huge penis into her mouth eagerly. 
She turned and threw a leg over his shoulder, wriggling her pussy down 
against his hot, sucking mouth. The taste of his bulbous glans enthralled 
her, dizzied her, made her crave all of it, all of that huge, hot stalk of 
veined male flesh. 

There was something about his penis that made her want to impale her own 
head on it, and she bravely depressed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth, 
took a deep breath, and pressed it in until she felt that smooth, hot flesh 
slide by her ovalled lips and felt the bulbous knob slip beyond her mouth 
and past her tonsils, into her throat. She was mad with desire, and when she 
felt the sex-moistened hair at the base of his cock with her lips, she knew 
that she had done it, she had taken him all the way in! 

And Mark's tongue responded. He couldn't believe that the young girl had 
actually taken his penis all the way in, and that thought, the knowledge 
that she actually had, made him want to tongue her out like she had never 
been eaten before. He located her clitoris, that buzzing nub of excited 
flesh, and he fucked it with his tongue, sucked it with his lips, nipped it 
with his teeth. 

"AAArrrrggggghhhh," Mary screamed with her throat full of that sinuously 
burgeoning prick. It was filling her, satisfying her, but the feeling of his 
mouth working her responsive clitoris so expertly made her lose herself in a 
mad rush of pure sexuality. That tongue seemed to be aflame, spreading the 
fires of her own desire like some torch of wind. Her thighs pressed tightly 
against the smooth face between them, and she began an instinctive 
undulating movement, grinding her pussy down as she began to bring her mouth 
back and forth over the pungent-flavored skin on his lust-hardened penis. 

Mark's manipulation of her pussy with his mouth and tongue was driving her 
insane, and as she felt the slow progress of his finger into the hot, moist 
crack between her buttocks, she wriggled back a bit, hoping that he would do 
it! 

That finger traced a slow, sexy path toward the tightly puckered brown-pink 
knot of her anus, and as it arrived there, he pressed against the 
sphincter-flesh until that elastic ring yielded and opened to accept the pop 
as his finger entered those dark, warm recesses. God, did he love that 
feeling! Everything was so fine! First day out, and already he was engaging 
in beautiful sixty-nine with a fantastically good-looking young girl! 

Perhaps they would be able to make a love affair of it! But he was 
interested more in the moment than in the future, and so he concentrated on 
eating the delicious pussy so graciously offered to him for his pleasure. 
And his pleasure was also the feeling of that mouth on his penis, driving 
back and forth, back and forth, tightly over, his lust-crazed member so 
perfectly. The teeth just grazed the flesh of his pulsing member as she 
sucked him off like this, and he tried to catalog the experience, fearful 
that he might forget one tiny detail of how fine it all is. He also wondered 
how he could enslave the child. 

God, wouldn't that be good? Having such a wonderful, clean little child 
around. But what would he do with his wife? This, of course, was a cosmic 
problem for Mark, just as it is for so many men, but once again he turned 
his mind to the business at hand, and he stretched sybaritically against her 
nubile, young form, drinking in her soft smoothness with every pore of his 
lust-incited body. 

Abruptly, Mary pulled away and cried, "God, FUCK ME!" 

And that is precisely the minute that AL approached the door. As he heard 
the lewd demand from the lips of his wayward ward, he blanched and staggered 
against the bulkhead. Oh, Jesus, is she screwing somebody? He broke out in 
an instant sweat and trembled with empty dismay. He knew that she was, and 
it took every bit of strength in his deserting body to keep from bursting in 
and attacking that sexual assailant so lasciviously sprawled out on her 
young, inexperienced body. How could a man take advantage of a young girl 
like that? he wondered. But he knew, and very stealthily, he twisted the 
knob of the door and pushed it slowly in, peering toward the bed. 

His worst fears were realized when he saw Mary struggling to get under that 
man. God, his cock was huge, and much darker than the pure white skin of 
Mary's inner thighs, and Al trembled with a sick hatred when he saw her 
small hand grasp that huge penis and aim it toward her pink, 
peach-fuzz-lined cuntal lips. He wanted to cry out, to burst in, to attack 
and save Mary, but he could hear her mewls of feline pleasure, and he knew 
that she was actually enjoying the lugubrious rape. And that's what it was, 
Al thought, as he caught a glimpse of the man; and just then he saw that 
enormous, apple-like bulb of the man's glans press those delicate petals of 
coral flesh apart and sink just a bit into the vaginal hole. 

"Ooooohhhhhh, Goddddd," Mary cried, and she began to buck up and down 
furiously in an effort to take more of that wonderful rod of pleasure into 
her sex-aching belly. She wanted all of it, and right away, and she writhed 
with wanton abandon as Mark bucked down and forward in a hasty attempt to 
quickly satisfy her unspoken demand. 

Her pussy was tight, like a wet, hot fist grasping his cock, and he slid in 
as far as he could go; then he pulled out and pushed in again, grunting and 
groaning his obvious excitement. That tight little cunt of hers was 
wonderful, and it clasped his dithering cock slickly, sending thrills of 
unmitigated lust coursing through his entire body. It was as though his 
muscles were all electrified, because suddenly they began to spasm as a 
direct result of his own erotic excitement. He thrust in and out, trying to 
dig deeper into that wonderfully hot little sleeve of her contracting 
vagina, and the mixed scent of their lubricating fluids wafted up to him, 
making his mouth water for a kiss. He branded her again with a passionate 
kiss and they both cried out as a major orgasm rushed over them. 

"AAAIIIEEEE'E,. SHIT! I'M COMMMMMIIIINNNNNGG!!!" Mary cried in erotic 
abandon, writhing and clutching at the man as she bucked against his 
thundering cock. 

It made Al whimper. He eased inside the stateroom and watched unseen and 
unnoticed by the wildly fucking pair. He watched that enormous prick bury 
itself into the hair-lined slit, he heard the wet slap of the scrotum as it 
hit her buttocks, he too could smell the mingled scents of cologne, perfume, 
after-shave lotion, and sex. They made a dizzying mlange of aromas, and 
Al's heart was breaking as he realized just how much Mary was enjoying that 
sex with a man he had never even seen before. He knew that he had lost her, 
and the realization cut him like a chainsaw. 

Mark was there. His testes were no longer able to contain their filling of 
eager sperm, and he groaned and arched, tensed like a bridge of steel, as he 
let go, releasing that gush of hot, sticky cum so that it raced up the 
bottom of his wetly wedged prick and shot out of his tiny slit, to inundate 
her vaginal membranes with that steaming gush. 

"AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!" he cried, releasing more searing semen than he knew 
he had, It seemed that he was emptying his very spirit and life into the 
wildly flailing young girl, and her vaginal muscles were contracting on him, 
squeezing him lusciously, milking every last drop of cum from his spurting 
prick. 

Mary cried out in her own ecstasy and her terrific release came at exactly 
the same instant as his. She flooded his burgeoning male member with her own 
steaming gush of orgasmic fluids, her fingernails digging deeply into his 
back. The intense red delirium of her climax shook her to the core, and she 
cried and whimpered, lost in that hot tidal wave of sexual gratification, 
God, did she make it! 

And Al stood there, leaning against the door, his eyes wet with hot tears of 
deep remorse. He knew for a fact that Mary was no longer his, and the grim 
realization cut him to the quick. His unhappiness was something that not 
even Byron could have known, and he thought about the easy escape, death. 
After all, what would life be without his little sweetie, who was no longer 
his at all, but who was now a wanton slut. Just then his eyes met Mary's, 
and she threw him a crooked smile, an evil little half-smile that told him 
more than a thousand words could have. 

"Mary?" he asked. 

Mark jumped up and off, shocked that someone had been there to see the whole 
lurid episode. Now guilt feelings flushed him again, and he was panicked. He 
saw Al, recognized him, and swallowed hard. 

"Get out of here, you asshole," Al commanded sharply. 

Mark sprang from the bed, gathered his clothes, and dressed hurriedly, 
eyeing Al all the while, vigilant for sighs of violence. 

A minute later he was out of there, and Al and Mary were alone. 

Mary lay on her back luxuriantly, playing with her cunt as she contemplated 
the furious uncle who had just been chagrined by her. 

"Well, big man, did you enjoy that?" she asked. 

"You little bitch," he replied, and moved toward her with his hands ahead 
like grasping talons. 

Mary shuddered, but she tried to maintain her supremacy ... 

Chapter Seven 

He was going to kill her as he advanced slowly. But when he saw the look of 
innocence in her troubled eyes he relented, sat on the edge of the bed, and 
sobbed quietly. He was licked. 

Mary knew it. She had humiliated him completely, divested him of his last 
vestige of pride and "ownership." She knew that she didn't belong to him; 
the days of slavery were over. People just didn't own other people any more, 
and only those who believed it were the fools! She didn't feel like she 
owned Al - in fact, she didn't want to own him! She didn't care who he 
fucked, who he spent the night with - and that realization hurt her 
tremendously. It had only been two days before that she and he had had such 
a beautiful relationship. Now, as a result of his infidelity, she knew that 
she was doomed to a life of wanton speculation, hunting for some man to 
fuck, to sleep with, not wanting - all the while - to ever know him, really 
know him. This unhappy prospect made her want to cry, but looking at Al, she 
restrained that urge, and covered it with a hot hatred. 

Narrowing her eyes, she said: "Get out of here, you turd!" 

"Good Lord, Mary," Al began, "why can't you forgive me? I admit that I did 
wrong, for Christ's sake. What more do you want?" He looked at her and his 
hand moved forward slowly to touch her leg. 

She jumped out of reach, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" she cried, furious that he would 
even try to touch her. "Don't you realize that I could have you arrested?" 

"For what, for Christ's sake," Al replied angrily, "for loving you?" 

"Exactly. That's against the law, and you know it! You can't love a 
thirteen-year-old; that's illegal, And, boy, what a hell of a jail sentence 
they'll hang on you if I squawk!" 

"Mary, listen. I give up. Just tell me, what can I do to bring us back 
together? Please tell me ... " 

Mary almost cried, but she fought back the rising tide of sadness and 
loneliness that welled up inside her. "God, Al, I don't know," she said, her 
voice breaking and pitiful. "I just don't know. I was sexy about you once, 
but after last night, well I just don't see how we can ever be together 
again. Really, I'm sorry about it, but I rather think that I hate you, do 
you know ... ?" 

"But why, for God's sake? You've made it twice now, to my once. Shit, isn't 
that good enough? Aren't you satisfied with that?" he asked. 

She looked at him balefully. "No, Al; it isn't good enough, I'm sorry, but 
the war is over for you. Like I said, you blew it," she said. 

Incredible emptiness filled both of them. Both wanted to cry, neither quite 
could. Both actually wanted to touch and make up, neither quite could. Both 
realized that it was over, neither quite wanted it to be. Their sadness was 
heroic, their stubbornness monumental. And so it was that Al stood, looked 
at her and shrugged pathetically, and walked out of the room, utterly 
despondent, utterly crushed. 

Mary waited, tried to control herself, but broke down and sobbed for an 
hour. After she was through, she went into the bathroom, examined the 
swollen and red upper lids of her eyes, and took another shower, so 
depressed that she thought that she could die on the spot. She realized that 
her freedom was a will-o'-the-wisp, a ghost at noon, a hoax. It wasn't 
freedom, but aimless floating, senseless promiscuity, homelessness. But 
then, as she remembered the fine fuck she had received from the stranger, 
she busied herself with the pleasant task of washing herself. 

The shower shot hot pellets of stinging water down on her wretched body, and 
she tried to wash away all the foul hurt that was wrecking her so 
mercilessly. She didn't know what to do, but being honest with herself, she 
had to admit that she just didn't love Al any more. That was all there was 
to it! She wanted adventure and she craved security - there seemed to be no 
compromise. She cried again, silently, mingling her hot, saline tears with 
the fresh hot water from the shower, and she asked herself what she could 
possibly do. 

Al, standing out on the deck, squinted as he gazed out at the seemingly 
limitless expanse of blue, slowly heaving water. Morbid thoughts of self 
destruction possessed his mind, and he fought against them like a gladiator 
- he didn't want to die. God, he loved his little Mary, loved her more than 
life itself. But she was cold to him. Distant. She didn't care any more. 

Her words echoed. "I'm sorry, Al ... War is over. Blew it." 

He tossed his cigarette over the railing and watched as it tumbled down 
through the clear air and hit the water. The trumm-rumm-rumm of the huge 
Fairbanks-Morse diesels was faint, but it plus the hiss of the water cutting 
itself by the black hull drowned out the noise that cigarette made. Al 
shrugged philosophically. Piss on it, he said to himself, but he knew that 
he was crippled by Mary's rejection, Sure, he had succumbed to the touch of 
another woman. Most men might, after all. But she had more than doubled the 
score, that score. She had screwed twice, in his presence both times. 

Jesus, did it hurt to watch that, to really know. But, he reasoned, that's 
the way life is. You think that you have a woman, and you find out that she 
was only faking it, that there 'was never really anything, that it was all a 
cheap, tawdry sham. Absently, he lit another cigarette, gazed out over the 
sharp blue swells, crested with wind-flicked white foam, and cried 
internally, ashamed, guilty, alone. If it would be possible for a man to 
kill himself by will power, Al would have died on the spot. But it doesn't 
seem possible. He knew that he'd have to submit to her anarchistic brutality 
like some serf, and with that realization, he walked slowly to the bar, 
where he saw Alice and Bobby occupying a booth. They called to him and, what 
the hell, he strolled over to them, with nothing to gain, nothing to lose. 

"Why so glum, chum?" Bobby asked, smiling up brightly at him. 

Al frowned at him, glanced at the sexy Alice, and slid into the booth 
opposite them. He crushed his cigarette out in the ashtray and looked over 
at Bobby, scowling. "Why did you do what you did last night?" he asked, 
gazing steadily at the cherubic young man. 

"Get serious," Bobby replied, his cheeks gleaming clean pink. "Listen," he 
continued, motioning for a steward as he spoke, "if she really did love you, 
she wouldn't have flipped, right? I mean, if she loved you, she would have 
accepted that piddling little deal with Alice here for what it was. So 
accept the fact, your relationship was shallow, not really worthy, not 
anything you could call lasting." 

Those words burned into A! as though they were chiseled on the marble of his 
mind like an epitaph. He knew that the devious young man was speaking the 
truth, but he wondered how come he was so unworthy to love or be loved. 

And, still in the stateroom, Mary wondered the same thing. She was troubled 
by the rejection she had suffered at Al's hands, and she wondered why he 
would be unfaithful to her. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, 
she asked herself if she wasn't a fairly interesting, well-shaped girl. Her 
only answer was yes, because she knew, without being snobbish or 
narcissistic, that she was, in fact, pretty and well-formed. What was it 
then? 

Why had Al chosen to make love to another girl? This bothered Mary, and 
tears welled up in her eyes once again. An infinite sadness filled her; she 
longed to be with Al again, to experience the thrilling touch of his soft, 
gentle lips. She wanted him and only him, would do anything to have him 
back, to give him all of herself, to open her warm, hungry legs to him 
again. She wondered why she had been such a complete idiot, why she had 
burned her lover off so badly. 

Well, she mused, her eyes brightening, I can always go back to him, tell him 
that I love only him, ask him to forgive me! Sure, that's what! Hurrying, 
she applied her make-up just the way she knew he liked it and then she went 
to the closet and selected a very pretty little dress that she knew he was 
particularly fond of. In fifteen minutes her tears were gone, her heart was 
singing, and she hurried out into the bright sunlight in search of her own 
lover, Uncle Al. 

Al sat and moped, slugging down one French Seventy-Five after another, 
trying to drown his sorrow. Alice was now alone with him, trying her best to 
cheer him up. Now Alice was devious, all right, but she was nothing like her 
cohort in wholesale seductions. She knew that they had really harmed a 
beautiful relationship, trampled a love in the mud. Since Alice had once 
been in love herself, she understood what heartache Al would be going 
through. But none of her well-chosen words of comfort made the slightest 
dent in Al's morose frame of mind. 

And it is true that Al felt bad. His world had come down on his ears, 
crashed down like a mountain of dust. It was over. All those wonderful 
nights with willing Mary, all those wonderful, short nights of excitement 
and love were at an end. A worm. She couldn't stand him: hadn't she said so? 
There was nothing? There had never been anything? Never could be anything? 
The words that Alice was speaking so softly went in one of his ears and out 
the other and, without any explanation to her, he slowly rose and ambled 
drunkenly to a dark corner of the saloon, where he sat alone to drown his 
sorrows. 

He had only been there for five minutes when one of the waiters came over to 
his chair with a card, "Pardon me, sir, but there is a - errr - woman who 
would like the pleasure of your company." 

Al glanced at the card. Riva Hollingsworth. "All right," he replied, 
flicking the card onto the table before him, "send her over." 

"Very good, sir," said the waiter, and he floated away into the gloom of the 
almost deserted bar. 

A moment later, quite unexpectedly, a voice murmured in his ear. "I've seen 
you and I know who you are ... " It was a low, rich voice, the voice of an 
opera contralto, a voice cultivated in ultra-rich schools like Vassar, in 
communities like Scarsdale and Scottsdale, Monaco and Madrid. It was a 
comforting voice, a soothing voice that cut right into Al's guts like a 
sharp saber, a voice that actually smelled like money and honey, happy, 
nasty, sophisticated, mature sex. He looked at the possessor of that 
wonderful voice and as he saw her, he fell back into his chair. Then, 
smiling sheepishly, he tried again and managed to stand. 

"You're - you're Mrs. Hollingsworth?" he asked, stepping slightly away from 
her as though afraid. 

"Yes, the Hollingsworth aspect is correct, lover, but it's MISS. May I join 
you - errr - Mr. ... " 

Al introduced himself automatically, but his eyes betrayed the fact that he 
was thinking of other things. They burned holes into her, sparked like 
filings flying from a grindstone turning. She was a redhead, tall, 
statuesque, dignified and yet sensuous as a black panther. Her clothes were 
expensively casual, her rings and bracelets in quiet good taste. Her face 
told him that she was in her middle forties, her body belied the fact, 
saying that she was in her middle twenties. God, the grace! 

She moved like a mixture of sleepy Siamese cat and established royalty. Her 
smile was devastating Al, sparkling from that smooth, beautiful face, from 
those delicious ripe segments of fruit that were her delectable lips, 
displaying teeth even, white, perfect. Her hand reached over as she sat, 
covering his smoothly, demandingly, sinuously. The scent of her, of her body 
and of her perfume, wafted across to him, making his nostrils flare, making 
him inhale despite himself, inhale until his chest was expanded full. Her 
green eyes were deep, interesting pools that offered untold delights, 
speaking in a sparkling language that only a man and a woman can share 
wordlessly. 

He heard beautiful, clear tones of music. His stomach became tied up in 
knots. He began to tremble and sweat. His rout was complete; he knew that 
this woman, whoever she was, had smote him but good. She was more of a woman 
than he had ever seen, and his eyes came to rest, like two lazy but hot 
eminences, on the creamy white swells of her breasts. They rolled 
luxuriously into that shadow-darkened crevice between those orbs of 
comforting softness, wallowing shamelessly in erotic pleasure. 

Al, who thought that he would never be sexy again, was suddenly turned on 
like a light, as though he had a switch that she had managed to discover so 
fortunately. He had been discovered, but he wondered what the deal was. Why 
did she want to call him "lover?" Who was she? He didn't want to know. 
Loving her incognito seemed so much more exciting, but the desire to devour 
every part of her, including the mystery of who she was and what her past 
was, were too much for him. He broke, and shook himself from his reverie of 
sensual appreciation, asking, "What can I do you - ummm - for you?" 

She smiled and squeezed his hand, "Hollingsworth was my late husband's name, 
I'm therefore a widow, Al - a lonely widow." 

"Sorry to hear that," Al lied, taking purchase on her hand. He massaged it, 
kneaded it demandingly but gently in his hand; he wanted her to sit beside 
him, not opposite him, so he could put that wonderful hand on his penis 
which he had firmly believed would never get hard again. "Would you like to 
sit beside me, Riva? I can call the steward if there's anything you want ... 
" 

Moving over beside him easily, with fantastic grace and sensuousness, she 
said, "Anything I want, you can give me - but I would like to join you for a 
drink. I can see that you're down and so am I, y'know." She paused and 
looked at him full, searching his face and eyes, a slight smile playing on 
her gorgeous face. "Is there anything - anything - that I can give you, my 
friend?" 

Al pressed her hand down on his bulging, hot penis and she pressed her full, 
soft breast against his arm. 

Oh God, already? Al was thinking. God, am I a fickle shit or am I a fickle 
shit? Christ, the blood isn't even cold yet, and all of a sudden my blood is 
boiling! Fantastic thrills shuddered him as he experienced the easy 
acquiescence of the righteous woman's sublime body. She grasped his cock and 
held it, moving her hand up and down on its excited shaft until Al thought 
that it would burst for sure. Her breast was unfettered by a brassiere, and 
was soft under the thin jersey of her mode House. It was captivating, and 
every fiber of AI's body was tingling at the touch. 

Now this was a woman! She was no fickle (Ugh, he thought, that word!) little 
girl. Her eyes held him as though he were a sparrow, entranced by the 
glittering eyes of a hypnotically captivating snake, Yes, he said to 
himself, this one has been around the block all right, and she's dangerous 
as hell! She can get to me, and no shit about that! 

He sniffed at her neck arid smelled the undeniable scent of money. It was a 
minty smell, and it was tender, even if legal tender. His tongue flicked out 
and brushed the lobe of her ear, wetting the black star .sapphire earring 
that was piercing her ear. She groaned and responded by squeezing his prick 
demandingly, meaningfully - he knew that he had found one of her hot 
buttons. God, the smell of sex was rising to his nostrils. He couldn't 
believe his fantastic good luck. 'He suddenly thought about Mary, about his 
guardianship, about the treacherous but logical Bobby and his friend, Alice 
of the large breasts and flowing black hair. What to do about them? 

How could he accept the caresses of this woman, when Mary's life was being 
threatened so lewdly? What lascivious plans did that salacious pair have for 
dear Mary? Well, M concluded, who really gives a shit? I mean, didn't she 
burn me off? Didn't she tell me that there .was nothing any more? Now all I 
have to do is be a guardian; she's told me that she doesn't want me for a 
lover. Sure, I loved her. So what? She's told me that she doesn't want me 
any more. God, what a bring down! Oh, hell; she can't bring me down, not 
when I have someone like Riva! 

"Psssssst!" AL hissed, and a waiter materialized. 

"Sir?" 

"Two French Seventy-Fives, please," Al said, not bothering to move away the 
slightest bit from his new woman. 

"Very good, sir," the waiter said, and floated away into the gloom. A moment 
later two goblets filled with Napoleon brandy and vintage champagne were 
placed noiselessly on the table. After receiving a nod of acceptance from 
Al, the waiter slipped away, never to be seen again by them. 

They were too occupied with each other to notice fixtures like other people. 
Al found it hard to believe that the gracious woman liked him, but the 
working of her eager hand assured him that there was some reaction of sex 
that she was experiencing. She had unzipped his fly as the waiter brought 
the drinks, and her cool hand sped into the steaming cavern of his trousers, 
to delicately caress his throbbing male organ. God, when she touched his 
gonads he almost came! 

Smelling her hair again, he sighed audibly and whispered: "My god, what a 
good deal for me to meet you just now, kind lady!" 

"What a good thing for me, sexy man! You know that I've been looking at you, 
don't you?" 

"I honestly didn't know, Riva. I know now, though. Cheers!" He lifted his 
glass and held it. She lifted hers and clinked. 

"To us, then." 

"To us, then, Riva," he said. 

They drank deeply, their eyes locked together in an embrace bespeaking 
sexual complicity, and both knew that their relationship was going to be 
worthwhile, long, and beautiful. 

Mary's panic was increasing as she scoured the first class areas of the 
ship. She couldn't find Al anywhere, and every second away from him was 
bloody torture. Now she was running. She had thought for sure that she would 
find him in the bar, and she had gone there three times. Not once did she 
see him, nestled in that dark corner, his hand cupping Riva's full throbbing 
breast. She had gone to the afterdeck, where they were making pastrami 
sandwiches, but there were only the gaudy, dowdy assortment of people who 
couldn't join country clubs so they came on cruises for something to talk 
about. 

He was not at the pool, drinking from the poolside bar. He was not in the 
first class lounge. God, panic rushed over her as she envisioned him 
struggling in the waves, having jumped overboard! She had to get rid of that 
thought, but it possessed her evilly, haunting her every following second! 
Now real terror captured her, and she walked sullenly to the first class bar 
again and, although only thirteen, she ordered a bottle of champagne which 
she sat and began to drink. The crackling wine dulled her cutting 
unhappiness, and in a moment she began to look around idly. 

That's when she saw Al. 

Al and Riva managed to build, in the short space of fifteen minutes, a 
relationship that both knew to be valid. He examined her, looked closely at 
her, and had to admit to himself that she was, indeed, the prime example of 
feminine perfection of all time. And, she told him nice things. Like, she 
told him that she was crazy about him, and wished that she could spend the 
rest of her life with him, be the mother of his children, be the only woman 
in his life, having him being the only man in hers. Al's heart was ready to 
burst. He was down, and she brought him out of his horrible depression. She 
was being kind to him, and she was telling him that he was worthwhile, 
beautiful, nice, handsome, attractive, manly. All the things he wanted to 
hear, needed to hear. 

It was like a resurrection for Al, and he felt like the greatest man on 
earth, until ... 

Chapter Eight 

Until Mary came. 

Mary saw. She saw and a new spring of searing hatred and hot frustration 
welled up in her, infuriating her. The same old shit! God, what was wrong? 
Wouldn't Al ever learn to behave himself? Didn't he know that she loved him, 
wanted him all to herself? But something inside her told her to be cool, to 
act the part of the young daughter. Her fevered mind was racing as she 
approached the unsuspecting pair. "Hello, Uncle Al," she said, standing with 
her fingertips pressed against the polished rosewood tabletop. 

Al was jolted, and he tore himself away from Riva in rout. "Why. hello, 
Mary; this is Riva, a friend of mine," he said. 

So I see, Mary thought, but she said, instead, "Pleased to meet you, Riva." 
She extended her hand and shook with the seated woman. Then she called the 
waiter to bring over her champagne. 

"So you're Al's niece, are you?" Riva asked, trying to be friendly despite 
the fact that she considered Mary's arrival a true imposition. Her voice had 
a slight edge which Mary caught, Al didn't. 

Mary had taken an instant dislike to Riva, because Riva's presence was such 
that the woman was overwhelming. Mary knew that she couldn't compete with 
her, on equal terms, and her mind worked like a computer, trying to find a 
solution for the problem. Basically, there were two problems: Al and Riva. 
She had seen Al fondling the disgustingly attractive woman, obviously 
enjoying her body. And Mary had thought about how it all felt; she could 
remember the times when Al would fondle her like that; she could remember 
how good it always felt. She was seething. Goddamn rich-bitch, she was 
thinking, listening to Riva talk to her condescendingly. 

But Riva also knew something. With her well-developed woman's intuition, she 
knew that Mary and Al were more than just uncle and niece. She could feel 
the tension, like the air was alive with some static electricity. She 
reveled in it, because she had played her share of woman-woman games before. 
The fresh young girl who slipped over on the other side of the man she 
wanted did represent a threat, because she was young, gorgeous, sexy. But 
Riva wanted Al. He was a man who she knew could satisfy every desire in her 
life - and she had enough money so that he could spend all day at it. No man 
of hers would ever have to work, except in bed, "Dear Mary," she said, 
looking around their common property, Al, at the young girl, "how long have 
you been drinking champagne?" 

"Why do you ask?" Mary asked icily. 

"Well, you seem so - aaah - young, dear." 

"Listen," Mary said, really frigid now, "do you know who I am?" 

"Why yes, dear. Why do you ask?" she said. 

"I was just wondering, Riva honey; do you think that you're as good as I 
am?" 

"Why, but of course I do!" Riva responded, mirth in her voice. 

"Well then," Mary stabbed, "perhaps you'll have the charity to treat me as 
an equal?" 

This upset Riva, being snookered like that, and she began to remonstrate. 
"Why, when I was your age ..." 

"You never were my age, Riva, and you never shall be. Now, if you don't 
mind, would you leave my guardian and I? We have things to talk about." 
Destroyed by the sudden encounter, Riva looked to Al for help. "Do you want 
me to go, Al?" she asked, her voice betraying her sadness. 

Al looked at Mary, frowning his disapproval of her sharp tactics. "Riva can 
stay, Mary, and so can you. Please be charitable yourself and don't ... " 

"Oh, shut up, you bloody fool!" Mary snapped. "Can't you see that I love 
you?" She broke out into instant tears and grasped his hand, rubbing it on 
her wet, soft cheek. 

Now Al was really confused. One woman on either side, both with different 
prizes to offer. Of course Riva was more exciting, because she was new. But, 
on the other hand, Mary had close to a million dollars, tax free, and she 
was sexy. She had come around, had confessed her love, and Al thought that 
he would be foolish as hell to give up a deal like that. 

Bobby and Alice happened into the bar, and they saw the trio. Bobby 
blanched. "Good God!" he exploded, and his voice carried to that table. 

"Robert!" Riva said, "come over here this instant!" 

Dutifully, Robert sulked over to the table, his face downcast. 

Al and Mary gawked, open-mouthed. 

Riva looked at them. "Oh, do you know my first son? He's a naughty boy, 
really. His father, you know. A real bastard, if you'll forgive my French." 
She smiled and then turned her attention to the pudgy young man approaching. 
"Robert, what are you doing aboard? You're supposed to be in school - 
Harvard, wasn't it?" 

"No, mamma; Princeton. I couldn't get into Harvard, remember?" 

"Well, actually, I'd quite forgotten, Robert. And here's Alice! How nice to 
see you again, Alice. You're putting on weight, I see." 

"Hello, mamma. No, not much weight, I think. You're looking good, though. 
Where are you bound for?" 

Riva cast a glance at Al's who was frowning and holding Mary's hand tightly. 
"Well," she said, "at this stage I don't know. Wherever the ship goes, I 
suppose ... " 

Riva was chattering with Bobby and Alice when Al nudged Mary. "Excuse us for 
a while, Riva, will you please?" 

"You'll be right back, won't you?" she said. 

"Certainly, Riva," Al replied, and he was careful not to put his arm around 
Mary's waist as they walked out of the bar and to their stateroom. Their 
closeness said everything that had to be said ... 

Chapter Nine 

Ah, their reconciliation was sweet! They almost ran to their secure 
stateroom and, once inside, they began to throw their clothes off, burning 
with erotic desire and passionate eagerness to melt together in love's 
fervent embrace. 

At was shaking, quivering with animal arousal, and his spirit sang like 
choirs of masculine angels. God, did he almost screw up again! Sure, he 
admired the svelte and lovely Riva, but there was that foolish vacuousness 
about her. Imagine a mother not even knowing what school her son was going 
to! And imagine a son like the low-principled Bobby! My God, the young man 
was a monster, a lewd pervert dedicated to glutting his own lustful hunger 
at the expense of anyone! 

And the burning little Mary smiled grimly as she thought about handling that 
woman so well in the darkness of the ship's cool bar. She wanted her Al 
back, wanted to be true to him, and didn't want to share him any more, not 
ever again! She was now going to lavish sexual delights on Al so that Al 
would never again stray! How very important it was to her to be loved, to be 
something steady, a love object of more than passing worth. She knew now 
that there was more to it than merely sex. Hadn't the lugubrious Bobby shown 
her that? He had just wanted to toy with her, satisfy his own salacious and 
morbid sex drive with her young body, nothing more! 

What on earth could be more base than that? she asked herself while 
pondering it earlier, while thinking how wrong and unreasonable she had been 
with the man she really loved, Al. Now, peeling her clothes off quickly, she 
was thrilled to believe that they would once again hold each other in a hot 
and passionate embrace, consummate their unique love as it should be done. 
All that other business was unfortunate, she told herself. She glanced over 
at Al and saw that he was stepping out of his blue satin boxer shorts. He 
had won! 

"Hurry," he urged her, leaping playfully onto the large, firm bed and 
jumping on it excitedly. 

She saw that his penis was fully erect, filled to bursting with 
last-thickened blood so that the wiggly veins seemed about to pop their 
purple-sided walls. As he jumped, she had to laugh! His cock jerked up and 
down whimsically, like some animated toy of rigid flesh. Holding her hand to 
her mouth, she tinkled with laughter so that her fine voice sounded rather 
like a happy breeze in light wind-chimes. God, was she relieved to be back 
with him! 

"Damn it," Al groused good-naturedly, "will you stop laughing at me!" He 
jumped harder now, beginning to laugh himself as the sudden release of that 
terrible tension came undone. Yes, it was nice that they were back together, 
that they could enjoy the fine pleasures available to them through their 
lust-crazed bodies! 

Mary quickly eschewed the remainder of her airy clothes and jumped onto the 
bed herself, her body just burning with eager sexual anticipation. Like some 
small and smooth wood-nymph trying to play offensive tackle, she threw 
herself at him, grasping him around the waist and tugging him down with all 
her might. "GOTCHA!" she cried. 

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" Al clowned, falling heavily and taking her down with him. 
His lips smashed against the ripe and eager pieces of rich fruit that were 
her lips, and his searing-hot tongue darted between those passionately 
working lips to mingle with her tongue in a heart-bursting soul-kiss. Ah, 
yes, this was it! His hot body craved total contact with hers, and the 
divine sensation of her cool and soft skin against his bristlingly desirous 
flesh almost overwhelmed him with flooding gratitude. 

Home at last, where he should be, in the enraptured embrace of the world's 
most beautiful and sexy little nymphet, his own Mary!!! 

She curled into him, surging against his masculine hardness that represented 
such blissful security! She wanted him, all of him, and she wasn't going to 
get out of that bed until he knew it better than he knew anything! God. how 
sweet it was! 

"Darling," she cried out hoarsely, breaking the kiss so she could collect a 
precious gasp of air, "I want to do something fine to you!" 

"MMMmmmmmm," Al responded, lying back in acquiescence. "Lay, baby, lay - Lay 
across my big brass bed!" he sang, fondling her and shivering with extreme 
delight. His smile was motivated from some deep secret place in his stomach. 
He continued singing because he was so happy. "You can have your cake and 
eat it, too!" 

Singing right after that, Mary parodied it, "I can have my Al and eat him, 
too!" She squirmed slowly down, rubbing her breasts demandingly over the 
hard and hairy legs to massage that terrible burning itch of desperate 
sexiness. God, she was breathless, and when she finally was cradled between 
his legs, her burningly excited little breasts tight against his knees, she 
smiled and reached for that throbbing protuberance of deliriously alluring 
male flesh, his erect and titillating penis! She grasped it by the base and 
a long, audible sigh escaped her moist and slightly parted lips. 

"AAAaaaaahhhhhhh!" 

Ovalling her lips, she advanced toward that delicious tube of sexy meat, the 
sweet saliva surging into her eager mouth quickly. She examined it closely, 
lavishing her fondest affection on it. She held it desperately, like it 
might disappear, and she saw the raspberry-like texture of the 
blood-engorged glans. God, how sexy it was, that simple little knob of 
rubbery-like flesh! How could anything be so beautiful? She tried to pull 
his foreskin down, but it was tightly drawn back, shiny white as it 
stretched over the shaft right behind the ridged edge of that rosy glans. 
She worked her small and cool white hand up and down on it, her lips only 
inches from it, her delicate nostrils flared by the arousing scent that 
wafted to them from the lubricating fluids she was so sensuously calling 
forth. 

"God, Al," she murmured, looking up into his face, "you are not the most 
beautiful man in the world - you are the ONLY man in the world. How I love 
you!" 

His hands went to her slender shoulders easily, and he squeezed her. 

"Honey, you don't know how much I worship you!" he said. 

Thrilled by this affirmation, Mary snuggled up a bit, in no hurry at all to 
minister unto him gently, adoringly. She blew cool little puffs of breath 
against his burning and itching penis, and her small hand dipped to lovingly 
cup that wrinkled sac of skin containing those two masterpiece jewels she 
loved so much, his gonads. God, she couldn't resist touching them, and there 
was no reason in the world why she shouldn't! In fact, there was every 
reason in the world why she should do everything with him that she wanted to 
do, and she advanced and dipped down, eager to try something that she had 
never done before. Yes, she wanted to take those nuts into her sex-craving 
mouth, feel the texture of that alluring skin, that wonderful pouch 
containing those beautiful nuts of his. She knew with the unerring accuracy 
of woman's intuition that he would like it if she did it softly, and she 
opened her mouth, her belly aflame with the sex-fed fires of pure, uncut 
lust. God, it was too much! 

Al tensed and every hair bristled on his body, his total skin was instantly 
covered with chilling goose-pimples. God, is she going to do that!!! Yes! He 
almost whimpered with abandoned delight as he felt the wet coolness of her 
lips caress those tinglingly hot testicles through the sensitive skin of his 
excited scrotum. It was the most sensational experience he could imagine, 
and his grip on her shoulders indicated to her that he was about to fall off 
some edge because of the fantastically erotic experience. Oh, can you think 
of having your nuts sucked by a naked little thirteen-year-old of exquisite 
beauty, alone in your own cabin on a luxury liner, bound for months of 
vacation and days and nights like this? Al was right when he realized that 
he was one of the luckiest men alive, to have a ward like this, to be rich, 
to be loved and made love to like this. 

"OOOoooooohhhhhh, God, that feels so good!" he murmured, his eyes closed, 
his heart thumping up in his ears madly. 

Nothing on earth could possibly induce them to share this great experience 
with anybody ever again, and both realized it so clearly that they didn't 
even have to mention it. No, no more fucking around! 

Suffused with passionate ardor, Mary took that pouch of hard skin into her 
mouth, sucking the wrinkled and ridged sac into her wet and hungry mouth, 
What a wild feeling! She had never experienced anything to match it, and 
that's for sure! She sucked the whole thing in and hummed, making vibrations 
in her mouth that went right into Al's nuts and shot through every cell of 
his sex-cued body. 

"AARGH!" he screamed, "Jesus! Stop that! You'll kill me!" The wild sensation 
of those nuts being vibrated by the sonic impulses of her throat and mouth 
made him want to cum on the spot! Never had that been done to him, not even 
by that weird girl he had once picked up at a bowling alley! Good Lord, he 
had to grit his teeth! 

That little imp responded by humming harder, smiling to herself about the 
lewdness of what, she was doing to the man she loved so very much. God, she 
wanted him to cum like that, to see his spew of hot sticky cum geyser up 
like Old Faithful, hot and ,white and steaming! Yes, that's what she wanted. 
and she began to pump on the hot, ridged shaft of his tremendously hard 
penis while sucking and humming, looking from the penis to Al's face every 
once in a while. 

"If you don't, cut that out, Mary, I'm gonna shoot all over hell!" he called 
down to her, rigid as a titanium-steel I-beam. This was no joke! He didn't 
want to shoot off into cold air! He wanted his penis buried deeply in the 
buttery depths of her pussy, or maybe even her throat. Not in air like that, 
like jacking off or something! 

Mary, seeming not to notice, was only incited to further lust by his 
demurrals, and she increased the rapidity of her hand's movement, hoping 
that he would understand. God, she really had him by the nuts, and she knew 
that he knew it! She let him clearly realize his predicament by nipping him, 
grinding a nut playfully between her saliva-drenched molars. God, that taste 
was pure sex, and for a moment she thought, about really crunching him, 
wondering what it would taste like. Would those nuts taste like the steaming 
sperm they manufactured so wonderfully? God, she just couldn't do that to 
her beloved Al! 

Instead, she continued to slide her hand up and down, Motioning that 
tightly-stretched skin over the hot, rigid shaft of supersensitive skin 
demandingly, lovingly, with all the erotic touch she could muster. Oh, how 
she wanted to see that pleasant stalk of so hard flesh explode its cargo of 
milky stuff, of delicious cum. She wanted it to spurt all over his belly, so 
she could throw herself on it, lick it off, lick every last precious speck 
of it from his hairy belly, and then clean his cock so deliciously that his 
erection would grow to magnificence once again! God, would that be 
wonderful! 

Al knew it. He knew what her game was, and he resigned himself to it rather 
unwillingly. Ah, who could fight it? All those wet vibrations tingling his 
already sex-maddened testicles! And that small hand working the excited skin 
up and down on his sensitive shaft to excitedly! What man on earth could 
fight that? He was cumming! 

"AAAAaaaaahhhhhh." he moaned, his body betraying him to the delicate 
sensations that the lascivious little girl was causing to course through his 
spasming body. God, even his toes were curled! Every cell in his body was 
red-hot and about to burst, and then it happened! His nuts exploded, 
releasing a fantabulous gush of the most super-heated steaming semen that 
ever shot up the bottom tube of a manipulated erection! God, it was wild! 
That eruption of his wetly-trapped gonads was the most exotic sexual 
experience that he had ever had, and he howled like a timber-wolf trapped! 

"AAAARRRROOOOUUUUWWWW, OOOOHHHH SWEEEEET JEEESSSUUUSSSS! I'MMM 
CUUUMMMIINNNG!" 

Mary worked his cock as hard as she could, thrilling to the feel of that 
surge of cum shooting upward through the lower tunnel of his wonderful 
penis. She bit hard as that first spurt blasted up and shot clear of the 
tiny slit in the very tip of his almost bursting, rose-colored glans. How 
she wished that she could have caught it! But she knew that she would catch 
it, and she pumped away like mad, summoning forth that sticky mass of milky 
sperm! 

Then, when the ejaculation ceased, she spit his scrotum out and threw 
herself onto his belly, where she hungrily licked off that molten puddle of 
his male mixture. Her mind was reeling with the hot and dizzying eroticism 
of the sensational experience, and when she had cleaned him, she inserted 
his rapidly deflating penis into her voracious mouth, sucking it clean too. 
And then, after that, she slumped forward, almost dead from her exertions. 

Al held her tenderly, a smile of relaxed satisfaction playing on his face. 
Yes, it was good to be home. He would never screw another woman! Never. 

Little did he know! 

Riva and Bobby and Alice were busily plotting. Oh, yes, they were. They knew 
what they wanted, and they knew how to get it! 

Chapter Ten 

"I want that man," Riva announced. She eyed Bobby narrowly. 

"Easy as pie!" he said, flicking his hand nonchalantly. 

"How?" she wanted to know, leaning forward. "You know, they are in love." 

"Shit," Bobby scoffed. "Love is as love does. I can get into that foxy 
little slut any time I want to, and I don't, have to use anything in her 
drinks, either." 

"How?" Riva asked her son, interested in his secrets. 

"Look," he began, confidentially modulating his voice and leaning forward to 
be heard better. "All young girls are sexy. Show me a girl like that and 
I'll show you an insatiable sex-fiend! All you got to do is find their 
hot-button and you've got them flat on their backs, their knees up, their 
legs spread, begging for it!" 

"You seem awfully sure of yourself," Riva commented. 

"He should be," Alice affirmed, "He never seems to miss!" 

"Well, how can I get into that handsome young what's his name, Al? God, I'm 
burning for that guy," she said. 

"It really shows," Bobby caustically. 

"I mean it to show, for Christ's sake! I'm too old to go horsing around 
being coy, for God's I mean, if I want an ashtray, I have to grab that 
ashtray or I don't get it," she said. 

"Unless your dutiful young son gets it for you." Bobby said, smiling broadly 
because he knew that he could do something she couldn't. 

"Do it and I'll double your allowance," Riva said, her hand slipping over 
the table to cover his. A tear formed in her eye. 

Bobby patted her -hand with his other, affectionately. "Don't you worry 
about a thing, old sexy! Your baby will make it all nice and good for you! 
Have I ever failed?" 

"Don't ask," she said, pulling her hand away and taking her almost warm 
drink. She wanted to believe that she could possess that handsome young man, 
if only for two or three years. God, would that be wonderful! And that 
youngster could then play with her boy and maybe even with Alice, who was 
such a nice girl! 

Riva sat there, one hundred twenty-two pounds of burning desire. Her breasts 
ached to be fondled by Al's sensitive fingers. Her body seemed to urge 
forward as though drawn by some magnet of sex, some undetectable attraction 
that made her squirm forward in her chair as though he were there, as though 
she could rub up against him erotically, experiencing the thrilling touch of 
his hard masculinity against the burningly desirous skin that seemed to know 
it wanted that more than anything else. 

As she was thinking this, Al was experiencing his orgasm. It is not nice to 
mention, but as he was ejaculating, he was thinking of none other than her, 
even though he was glad that it was the very lusty little Mary who was 
sucking his nuts. Yes, the flesh is weak, and Al would have been only too 
willing to prove it! 

Action-at-a-distance, as the moldy scientists say. 

Call it what you will, but Al somehow knew that Riva was mooning for him. 
God, his heart was for Mary, but his body had taken a fancy to the notion of 
pressing itself tightly against Riva's lush offering. How wonderful it would 
be to screw something so nice as that voluptuous woman, with tits so fine! 
Would he let Mary be taken by Bobby again for the thrill that Riva promised? 

What the hell, she was taking the pill! After all, what would it hurt? If 
she were to screw that fat jack-ass again, what would it hurt? So went Al's 
thinking after he had slumped into the post-orgasmic daze that was so easy. 
He had got his rocks, and now he was contemplating further adventures, as 
any man might. He was incorrigible! 

He thought, lying there, about the pure, perfect, faultless, flawless beauty 
of her unblemished body, those shining eyes, those full and yielding 
breasts, that ready hand. Yes, he was ready for yet another adventure, but 
he didn't know that Riva was calling to him so demandingly, with a telegraph 
of sensual desire. 

Riva wanted him with furious desire, with a passion that even she didn't 
know could be harbored in her normally calm breast. But now that breast was 
burning, and her son's penis was burning to penetrate the buttery depths of 
Mary's tight little pussy. Two devious and keen minds, working together. As 
Bokanon might say, they were meant to work together. 

Lost in a whirl of universal warmth and soothing music, Riva gazed at her 
son. "Bob," she said, "I really love that shit-head! Can you help me? I 
mean, can you, really?" 

"Would you like him with Barnaise sauce, medium rare?" 

"Raw! I would eat him raw!" she said. 

"Your couth is slipping, mom! But, any way you want him, you get him! 
Hhhhmmmmm, let's see, it's - well shit! My watch shows four-thirty. How's 
about at four-forty-five?" he asked. 

"You have to be kidding!" she retorted, almost standing. 

"A moment, my sweet, sexy mother," Bobby said, standing and putting his hand 
on Alice's well-padded shoulder. He winked at her and then strode, 
man-of-the-world, out of that sanctuary. 

A surge of uncut eroticism welled up in Riva, and she was almost on the 
verge of crying, knowing somehow that her son would do the impossible, 
secure that great and handsome man for her! What a nice thing to have a 
resourceful son like him! 

A liar by inclination, Bobby was confident as he strolled toward Al's 
stateroom because he carried a small World Arms Derringer in his pocket. He 
would shoot Al if he had to, and throw the body overboard. Without blinking. 
When his mom wanted something, by damn, she got it! 

The knock shocked Al and Mary, who were nestled in a warm and comfortable 
embrace. Al uncoiled and grumpily stretched out onto the floor, casting 
about for something to cover himself with. He found his robe and opened the 
door, frowning darkly as he saw the scrubbed pink visage of his arch-enemy 
at the door. 

"What do you want?" he asked in a very dour tone. 

"You," Bobby said. "It's very important." 

"What's the matter?" Al asked, concerned. 

"Riva is dying. She has something to tell you." 

"Tell her to stick it!" Al replied, not believing him. 

"Come on you asshole, she wants to talk to you! Now get a move on!" 

The forceful but yet casual style of the unpleasant visitor upset Al, and he 
found himself responding automatically, walking from the door toward the 
heap of his clothing. He didn't even mind when Bobby walked in and sat on 
the bed beside the naked form of his Mary! Thoughts of Riva raced through 
his mind. But then, thinking about his young and devoted charge, he paused. 

"Bring her here," he said to the preoccupied young man whose hand was on 
Mary's fanny. 

"All right," Bobby agreed, smiling and willing to do anything. 

Al only put on his shorts, and stood there, arms akimbo, waiting. He nodded 
his head as the kid left, and then he turned his attention to Mary. 
"Something funny's going on here," he said, knowing that something funny was 
indeed going on! 

The libidinous little man left, and he strolled happily to the bar, where he 
knew he would find his mother. Upon seeing her, he signaled her with a 
thumbs up and jerked his head in a sign that she could come. 

Riva's heart fluttered as the excitement of possible success flooded her. 
Was it really certain that her own son had initiated this first meeting in 
private with that erotic young man. that smooth and young satyr that she 
craved with such painful longing? She had neglected him only for a second, 
and he had gone! 

"Dress," Al told Mary, dressing himself. "Those damned people are going to 
be here soon." 

"Don't answer the door," Mary suggested wisely. 

"I pretty much have to, you know. That little bustard can blow us right out 
of the tank!" 

"What do you mean, 'us'?" Mary asked suddenly, thinking about her money. She 
was rather angry that Al had let that despicable person Bobby into the room, 
and thought that he had stupid to let the young man think that he could 
return, especially with that terrible woman, his mother. Just as she threw a 
robe on, they came back and knocked. 

Answering the door, Al was immediately charged up by the soft appearance of 
Riva, who smilingly stepped in, blowing him a kiss. 

Bobby followed, a wide grin on his face. It was apparent that he had 
something in mind, since he held that packet of photographs. "Listen," he 
said to Al and Mary, "you can have these photos back; all of them, but I 
want we should make a deal." 

Al rose and took it. "What's the deal?" he asked guardedly. 

"One more time," Bobby told him, "we all ball one more time - but we all do 
it at once. I, of course, get that luscious little Mary, Now, how's that?" 

Al looked, at Mary, who sighed audibly and threw up her hands. "All right," 
Al agreed resignedly. He took the pictures, riffed through them, and threw 
them onto the desk. Then he looked toward Riva, who was beginning to peel 
off her clothing very seductively. Even Mary was watching that, he could 
see. Returning his gaze to the spectacle of that commodiously breasted 
woman, he watched with bated breath as her brassiere came into sight. Then 
it was just a brassiere and panties. As she reached back to unhook the back 
strap of her brassiere, her magnificent tits jutted forward; when that tight 
brassiere came off, her breasts swung out, naked, hanging only a bit from 
their respectable weight and size. God, those nipples were so soft and pink 
that Al's mouth began to water right away! 

Then, as she bent forward to push her sheer nylon underpants down, she 
turned her head and smiled at Al, whose gaze was welded hotly on that area 
of her lower belly that intrigued him so much. AH! Al thought, a natural 
redhead! Look at that blazing bush! It looks good enough to eat!!! 

Riva knew the affect she was having on Al, and moved with all the graceful 
sensuality she could, hoping also to bring Mary down a bit. She had heard 
her boy's proposal, his one to her about all this, on the way to the 
stateroom. Not really an evil plan, this was to be more of a sporting 
proposition, involving bodies and very exotic manipulations of those bodies. 
Having heard about this plan, Riva could only smile. 

Yes, she thought, standing forward now and bringing her hands sinuously up 
her sides to her full, ripe breasts, Bobby has an idea all right, one 
that'll certainly fix things up for both of us! Maybe even for sweet little 
Alice. 

Mary's reaction to all this was one of bitter frustration. She knew that it 
was important to retrieve those pornographic photos, but she certainly 
didn't want to be involved in a gang bang or some such activity where they 
would all be in one bed screwing. Particularly, she didn't care much for the 
idea of Al making it with Riva, who stood there so brazenly, looking so 
damned sexy and ready. 

Looking at Al, she saw that he had an erection. This meant that he had 
already become sexually stimulated by the sight of that strange woman who 
had invaded the privacy of their stateroom, Well, II! get even with him! she 
silently vowed, angered but not showing it. No, instead she stood, 
determined to be every bit as sexy as Riva this last time, and she threw off 
her robe defiantly and stared at Bobby with hot, lust-filled eyes, her own 
hands cupping the budding mounds of her soft, young breasts. "Well -?" she 
asked, shrugging. 

"By all means, my dear," the rapidly undressing Bobby replied, glancing at 
the young girl and taking in the pleasantly stimulating sight of her 
splendid body. He had looked at his mother's nakedness with interest. It had 
been months since he had seen her like this, and months since he had made 
love to her. She always intrigued Mm, making him constantly entertain 
thoughts of incest. It was his firm conviction that incest was, without any 
doubt, the most exciting form of sexual activity for any man. Yes, maybe he 
was going to get her, too! 

Undressed now, the pink and fat young man wore only a string of bright red 
beads, which he thoughtfully fondled while gazing from one naked female to 
the other. 

"Well, here I am," he said, and walked to Mary, whose ripe tits he knelt to 
suck and nip. Doing this, he moved her slowly toward the bed, where he sat 
her down. 

Al and Riva went to the other side of the bed, and Riva went down on her 
back, her knees up, her legs spread. Al gazed down at her crotch, so exposed 
and lewdly open. He could see that nice little pussy all surrounded by that 
nest of silken red pubic hair, and hot blood began to fill his penis and 
heat his stimulated testicles. God, what a sight! Her breasts were high and 
firm, huge in comparison to Mary's modest little mounds, and the nipples on 
these magnificent hills were alluringly soft and pink, calling to be sucked. 

Lowering himself, he inhaled her delightful scent and sighed happily. His 
glance caught Bobby removing the beads, and he heard the young man say to 
Mary, "I'd like you to get onto your hands and knees. I have a surprise for 
you that'll knock you out!" 

Bewildered, but ready for almost anything in the way of sex, she complied, 
and looked at Al and Riva while she felt the sensitive globes of her 
buttocks spread apart. She had to grit her teeth, because something odd was 
being done. God, what was all this? 

Al frowned as he saw. Good Lord, Bobby was stuffing the beads into Mary's 
tightly puckered asshole, carefully, one at a time! The whole string was 
going in after he had unclasped it, the largest beads first! They were the 
size of marbles. What on earth???!!! 

The sensation wasn't particularly unpleasant, Mary had to avow, but she was 
wondering what the ridiculous pervert was going to do. Filling her rectum 
with a string of beads seemed odd, to say the least. But she endured it, and 
when he turned her back over, lifted her middle, and put a pillow under the 
small of her back, she knew from his evil leer that she was in store for a 
wild time indeed! 

"Ah, my love, now for a little standard fucking, with a twist that will 
really please you, I guarantee!" 

"HHhhhhmmmmm," Mary replied, frowning wryly and spreading her creamy white 
thighs to accept the body lowering between them. 

Still sucking on Riva's lush mounds of pliant breast flesh, Al watched 
intently, his view being unexcelled. God, how strange to tolerate something 
like this, to watch his own ward and lover being fucked by another man! As 
he watched, he saw that huge and hard penis advance toward her tight and 
defenseless little pussy. The blood-bloated glans seemed even larger than 
before, resembling a plum in color and size. As it pressed into that almost 
hairless slit of her cuntal lips, it seemed entirely too large. Mary was 
groaning and wincing, her hands clutching the bedspread. 

"OOOOooooohhhhhh, God, oh God, oh God," she moaned, "it won't go! Those 
beads have made me too tight! Stoppp, pleeaassee!" 

Her cries and moans went unnoticed by the determined young lecher, serving 
only to incite him to excessive lust and thrusting brutality. He set his 
teeth, rested his heavy body on hers to secure her, and he bucked forward 
with a savage flick of his hips. 

"UURRGGHHHH!!!" he grunted through clenched teeth. 

"AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!" Mary's scream penetrated the room, not only making Al 
want to pull that devil off her, but it incited HIM to lust as well, because 
he saw that huge, purple-veined shaft slam right up into her wildly 
stretched cunt, right to the hairy hilt! God, the sight of those strange 
hands fondling her tits made Al want to fuck the daylights out of Riva, and 
he quickly turned her over under him, directing her to kneel on her hands 
and knees. 

He wanted to get her from behind, like an animal. Shoot it all the way into 
her! Turning his attention to the business at hand, he placed the 
lust-hardened knob of his sensitive penis against that red-bushed slit of 
Riva's and pressed forward, sighting out loud as the deliciously wet heat of 
her tightly clenched vulva began to surround his highly stimulated organ. It 
was the best feeling in the world! 

Not so for Mary! That piercing jolt of pain almost made her faint! But now, 
as that tremendously large cock was wedged all the way up in her belly, she 
witnessed that first little spark of intense physical pleasure because when 
he slammed up into her, his turgid glans had pressed demandingly against the 
bead-backed rear wall of her tightly clasping vagina, making a thrilling 
sensation of pure, unadulterated sex! Lord, was it something! 

"AAAaaaaahhhhh," Bobby groaned. "Now wasn't that nice?" 

She squirmed up against him, her eyes still tightly closed. 

Yes, she thought, nice for you, you bastard! It hurt like hell! But now that 
it was over, she relaxed to accept the anticipated joy of the weird 
copulation. Everything was beginning to tingle inside her belly, and her 
inner thighs seemed to be ablaze with some fire of lewd, abandoned sex. Her 
breasts, fondled expertly by this man, itched and tingled from the intense 
stimulation. Mary wanted it very bad now, because she was incited by the 
maddening noises coming to her from Al and Riva right then: beside her. She 
knew that Al must really be grinding into the woman, because her voice was 
choked and hoarse, crying out with lascivious oaths. 

"God, yes! Fuck me hard!" Riva cried out, "hard as you can! Oh, shit, is 
this fine! Fuck me, you bastard - aaaahhhhhh - God, oh Jesus, how fucking 
fine this is! AAHHH ALL THE WAYYYYYY!!!!" 

The fit was almost impossible! Al wondered how the woman could have such a 
tight cunt at her age! It grasped his excited shaft like some hot. wet hand 
of fire, and he plummeted in with animal strength. All the way in he went, 
grunting as he did. His hands slipped over her smooth and quivering body and 
reached under to grasp those two pliant and cool mounds of pendulous flesh. 
Aaahhhhh, he said to himself, now these are really tits! He began a slow but 
determined series of sluicing thrusts and withdrawals, thrilling to the 
unbeatable sensation coursing through his body. 

Mary opened her eyes and regarded them as Bobby began his hard, hammering 
slitherings. The sight of fucking right beside her was like oxygen to her 
flaming loins, and she began to fuck Bobby back with all she was worth, 
summoning up strength to achieve a crashing orgasm. God, was that overly 
large penis ever tight in her wildly working vagina! 

Each savage thrust sent showers of white-hot sparks flashing sensuously 
through her lust-ravaged little body, making her quiver spasmodically. 
"HHHAAAARRRRDDDEEERRRRRR!!" she cried, her arms now thrown around him 
desperately as she bucked her cunt up to take all of him into her as far as 
he could go. 

The buttery depths of her fantastic vagina were being plumbed by Bobby's 
thrusting shaft, and he began to slam into her with a vengeance. His pudgy 
hand went wetly down under Mary's quivering and bucking buttocks and he 
grasped the last bead on that string, one which protruded from the tightly 
clasping pink ring of her anus. 

"Let me know when you're coming," he told her breathlessly, really going 
into high gear. 

"UUURRRGGGHHH, AH, AH, AH, I'M COMING NOW! GODDDDD, HURRRYYYYY, AAIIEEEEE, 
I'MMMM COOMMMMIIINNNNGG!!" 

Bobby slammed his cock into her like a horny stallion, and he pulled that 
string of beads quickly out of her rectum, making her scream out in 
fantastic surprise and the most intense erotic stimulation she was capable 
of imagining! 

"AAAAAIIIIHEEEEEOOOOOWWWW!!" God, something wild exploded inside her as she 
felt that steaming hot surge of wet sperm spew into her sex-crazed vagina, 
and simultaneously the weird sensation of those beads being jerked out of 
her sensitive asshole added a whole new dimension to the orgasm. Every cell 
in her lust-aroused body seemed to explode from its nucleus, leaving her so 
stunned that after the crashing climax she fainted dead away, slumping under 
the smiling Bobby as though dead. 

Al was shocked. God, what had happened? He had heard Mary, of course, and 
just as Mary said she was coming, he was coming too! Riva had proven to be a 
wild woman, and her tightly clasping pussy was milking his flailing penis so 
that he couldn't hold off. His nuts were exploding in a long, protracted 
orgasm, calming that strong lust drive that was making him insane for 
gratification. Now, his load spurting hotly into Riva's tightly clasping 
vagina, he glanced at Mary and saw that the young girl was unconscious, even 
though her hand was opening and closing slowly. 

Riva, being pounded from behind, knew that she had fainted from the intense 
stimulation of the beads, and she wanted to do it that way before the day 
was over. But she was having an orgasm of her own, one triggered by that hot 
tide of cum splashing searingly up against her cervix. God, she bucked back 
madly, attempting to feel every last inch of that thundering erection that 
was soothing all her itches and at the same time increasing them. But as she 
felt him come in her, she exploded in her own wild orgasm, and fell heavily 
forward, crying out, "AAAARRRRRGGGHHH!! JESUSSSSS, OH JESUSSSSS, OOOHHHH 
WWWWOOOOOWWWW!!!" 

Nothing serious had happened to Mary, and in five minutes she was sitting on 
the bed shaking her head in bewilderment. "Honest to God," she told Al, Riva 
and Bobby, "I've never experienced anything to beat it! It was just 
fantastic!" 

"You can keep the beads, baby," Bobby said, dangling them idly and smiling 
with satisfaction. 

He and Riva had dressed, and they were all enjoying a friendly drink. Al and 
Mary had exchanged several glances, and they knew that it was time to have a 
long, serious chat. 

"Would you mind coming back in about an hour?" Al asked them, after they had 
finished their drinks. "Mary and I have to chat." 

"Our pleasure," Bobby said, waving and taking his mother by the arm. "I've 
got some more beads in my suite, mom," he said in an aside. Then, to Mary: 
"I really enjoyed myself, kid." 

"Fantastic," Mary mumbled, "utterly fantastic! Wow!" 

After Bobby and Riva left, Mary looked at Al and began. "You know," she said 
slowly, "maybe we were wrong about those people. I mean, you enjoyed 
yourself, didn't you?" 

"Hate to say it," Al replied, smiling and spreading his hands, "but I did! I 
mean, I did if you did." 

"Fantastic! You know, maybe we should make friends of those people after 
all. What could it hurt?" 

"Variety," Al responded lightly, "is the of life!" 

"Fantastic!" was Mary's only comment, and she lay back and smiled. 


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