Neighborhood Swap Party
by Dawn Johnson


FOREWORD 

Mrs. Dawn Johnson lives three blocks down the street from Barbara Hutton, of 
the Woolworth Huttons. Her house is "not nearly so impressive or so large, 
but the spacious second-floor (over a yard goods and Kaftan emporium) 
apartment is gorgeous indeed, with all its plush rug wall hangings and 
hammered brass furnishings. 

Life in Tangier is exciting to an ex-patriot of four year's standing, Mrs. 
Johnson informs us, and her travels throughout Morocco and North Africa have 
helped immeasurably in preparing her for a life of full-time free-lance 
writing. 

One would hardly detect any of this in Mrs. Johnson's Neighborhood Swap 
Party, but she does keep tabs on what's happening in suburbian United 
States, through local newspapers and the daily Herald-Tribune. 

She brings a freshness and an uncompromising depth to the character of 
Amanda Remmick, if at times a little brutally frank and honest. She shows 
poor little Amanda, stripped of her own family, tossed upon the tender 
mercies of her Aunt Karel Sutherlund, a libertine of the first order. For 
her own devious reasons, Karel starts out upon a relentless course of total 
degradation for poor Amanda, determined to shatter all the rigid 
preconceptions of sex and life that Amanda's mother had taught her ... or 
failed to teach her. 

With the help of the next door neighbor's convenient basement, his play pen, 
and his library of stag films, it was easy for Karel to engineer the loss of 
Amanda's virginity. 

On that fateful evening when Amanda stumbled, unprepared, into the 
disgusting orgy in the next door basement, she was still innocent and pure 
in heart. 

She was not to leave the basement in the same condition. 

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 CHAPTER ONE 

Amanda stopped-cold; stood transfixed outside her aunt's bedroom doorway. 
Slender, willowy Karel Sutherlund stood at the giant bed on the far side of 
the huge room facing away at an angle. She was stark naked, and in her hands 
an ivory colored object some nine inches long and thicker than Amanda's 
wrist. Amanda felt an impulse to silently withdraw, but found she could not. 
It was the first time in her life she had ever seen a naked human body 
besides her own and the sight spellbound her. 

The ivory colored device Karel held was flat on one end and rounded, or 
bullet-nosed, on the other, and Amanda watched in silent, guilty 
enthrallment while her aunt dipped slender fingers into a small jar of 
ointment on the bedside stand and spread it evenly over the bullet-nose and 
down over the sides. Then Karel lay down on her back on the bed, lifted her 
knees high and wide, placed the bullet-nosed end of the thing against the 
great wealth of golden hair between her long thighs, gave a small flick of 
her loins and, to Amanda's fascinated horror, the enormous, lubricated 
object passed smoothly from sight up into her aunt's vagina. Sighing 
blissfully, Karel lowered and closed her thighs, and to Amanda's shocked 
ears came a barely audible vibrating hum. 

An urge to cry out, to flee, beset the young girl in the doorway, yet she 
was unable to do either, but stood rooted to the spot, motionless, hardly 
breathing. 

Seconds later Karel's ripe breasts swept upward in a quick gasp, her hips 
jerked sharply a time or two, then her heavy breathing filled the room as 
she clutched at the bed with both hands and squirmed. 

Fifteen minutes earlier Amanda Remmick had turned off the water and stepped 
from her morning shower wondering at the gray mood enveloping her. She 
searched her mind but could find no cause for the grayness unless it was, 
somehow, a delayed reaction from the recent, and frighteningly abrupt, 
changes of direction her life had taken. A bit over a week ago she had been 
plodding through the somewhat dreary and unexciting small town day-to-day 
existence when, without warning, tragedy struck. 

All of the family, friends and neighbors in the little southern town of 
Harpersville had been so kind, so thoughtful and considerate. Especially her 
father's law partner, the pudgy little Mr. Henry Levi. 

"Your parents left you rather well fixed financially, my dear," he told her 
the morning after the double funeral. "You have a very ample monthly income 
from the trust your father was wise enough to establish in your behalf some 
years ago; and of which I am administrator until you become eighteen, two 
years from now." Mr. Levi paused, the slight frown touching his plump 
features foretelling distasteful news to come. "But until you do reach 
eighteen, Amanda, the law considers you a minor, and since she is your only 
living relative I'm afraid you must go live with your Aunt Karel Sutherlund 
on the west coast. She owns the Sutherlund Actor's Agency in Hollywood. Do 
you know her well?" 

Amanda shook her head. "I've never seen her, Mr. Levi." She saw no point in 
telling him her parents rarely mentioned the name of her mother's sister. 
"Aunt Karel is-quite elderly, I believe." 

"I talked with her last night by phone. She'll be at the airport when your 
plane lands tomorrow. She's delighted at your coming." Mr. Levi sighed 
heavily. "You be careful out there in Hollywood, Amanda." 

Thoughts of her aunt had banished Amanda's gray mood before she finished 
showering minutes ago. Mr. Levi had been right. Aunt Karel was delighted at 
her coming, and a close camaraderie had sprung up between them almost at 
once. 

In Amanda's youthful concept of judgments Karel Sutherlund, at thirty-four, 
was elderly, yet because she also was gay, vivacious and chatty, and lovely, 
Amanda discovered herself disregarding her aunt's age even before they 
cleared the airport. That was last Saturday, exactly one week ago. And 
today, this Saturday, they were to go shopping in the city to purchase for 
Amanda, as Karel put it, "some swinger clothes and throw those hick duds of 
yours away." 

After drying from the shower Amanda had drawn a robe over her shoulders and 
sat down at the dressing table to comb her hair only to remember that during 
their plans for the shopping trip the night before she had left her comb in 
Karel's bedroom. 

And when I get to her bedroom, Amanda thought wildly, staring through the 
open doorway, I find her sticking some strange enormous thing into her and 
... and.... 

Karel Sutherlund's sharp staccato of gasps from the giant bed inside the 
room ceased abruptly as she whined through the passing of a massive shudder, 
then wilted to lay quiet and motionless. 

"Hi." She opened sea-green eyes and smiled warmly at Amanda. "Like the 
show?" 

Amanda was thunderstruck. "You-you knew I was watching?" 

"Of course, silly goose." Karel laughed throatily. "And now you know how 
it's done." She stretched luxuriously, voluptuously. "I always like to begin 
the day with a good, uncomplicated orgasm. It gives one a clearer 
prospective; and they're so wholesome and relaxing." With a deft movement 
she lifted one leg, extracted the vibrator from her vagina, sat it upright 
on the stand beside her bed and motioned for Amanda. 

"Come sit beside me, dear. I think it's time you and I made some girl talk." 

Woodenly, zombie fashion, Amanda obeyed. In truth, she had not the power to 
disobey, and when she took a seat beside her aunt, Karel took one of her 
small hands in hers. 

"Tell me, Amanda, didn't Helen ever tell you anything about sex?" 

Amanda shook her head mutely, her large amber eyes fixed on those of the 
older woman. Helen was her late mother's name and so far as Amanda knew from 
first hand knowledge the word 'sex' had not existed in her mother's 
vocabulary. Or her father's either, for that matter. 

Karel Sutherlund nodded reflectively. "I was afraid of that. Even as a girl 
your mother was the most frigid, prudish person in the world." At Amanda's 
quick expression of protest she hurriedly raised a hand. "No, no. Don't 
misunderstand. I'm not attempting to downgrade the memory of your mother. I 
loved her too; we were all each other had in growing up. It's just that, by 
nature I suppose, Helen deplored and shunned sex, which left me a bit agog 
when I learned of her intentions to marry your father. Yet, did you know 
that your father accidentally put his hand on her knee the night before the 
wedding and Helen almost called off their marriage?" Karel did not wait for 
a reply, but continued. 

"I'm sorry I've been rushing off to the office each morning and leaving you 
here all day by yourself; there's so much we have to talk about." Her voice 
dropped to a more serious tone. "Amanda, Hollywood can be a terribly 
disconcerting place for an innocent, naive young ingenue." She paused 
significantly, looked Amanda straight in the eye. "You are a virgin, are you 
not, my dear?" 

Imperceptibly, Amanda shivered. From what, she could not guess. When she 
failed to answer in a reasonable length of time, Karel patted her hand 
consolingly. 

"You must not be alarmed over my questions, Amanda," Karel insisted gently. 
"But I do need to know an answer or two-you've never been in bed with a man, 
have you?" 

Amanda Remmick stared at her aunt with that peculiar terrified fascination 
one sees in the eyes of a bird watching the snake about to devour it. 

"Have you, Amanda?" 

Amanda shook her head, blushing furiously. "No." The word was the faintest 
of sounds. 

"Did Helen never teach you the language of sex or anything like that? Surely 
you picked up something from your girl friends at school." 

"Not much, I suppose," Amanda whispered dryly. "There was a class in sex 
education, sort of. They used films of fish, dolphins, in showing the 
reproductive process, and-" 

"Is that all?" 

"I-yes." 

Karel frowned thoughtfully. It was even worse than she thought; and lucky 
for them both the 'vitamin' tablet she'd started Amanda taking last Sunday 
morning at breakfast was really a birth control pill. When and if word got 
out her niece was a dewy-eyed virgin from the sticks every hard-on in 
Hollywood would be thumping on the door. Perhaps Robert Mackles next 
door.... 

"Well now," Karen Sutherlund said in pretended brusque authority, swinging 
her long legs off the bed and standing erect, then grinning and winking 
hugely at Amanda. "As of this moment, Miss Amanda Grace Remmick, your Aunt 
Karel assumes responsibility for seeing that you learn about certain birds 
and bees. I'll be back in a moment. Just rest easy while I wash this." She 
plucked the vibrator off the stand and disappeared into the bathroom. 

Amanda, benumbed, sat stone still on the bed listening to the water running 
in the bathroom. She stared blankly at the open doorway across the room, 
conscious, of a desperate desire to dash through it and escape, yet was 
equally conscious of an overpowering, obsessive curiosity which forbade her 
doing so. And where would she escape to? Her aunt's home here in the Canyon 
was now her home, the only home she had, and-She looked in guilty 
acknowledgment at her reflection in the mirror of her aunt's dressing table, 
suddenly knowing the truth. She did not want to escape, to flee. She wanted 
to learn whatever it was Karel meant to teach her. When this certainty 
registered fully in her mind, once again she blushed furiously, this time 
with a strong sense of betrayal of her dead mother. 

Even though her mother had never mentioned sex, in a million tiny different 
ways she had implied, and firmly implanted in her daughter's mind, that sex 
was vilely obscene, filthy and loathsome. If "There now." Karel came from 
the bathroom and set the cleansed vibrator on the stand again. "Now we begin 
your sex education, Niece Amanda." 

"Aunt Karel!" Terror trembled from Amanda's pallid lips. "You're not going 
to-to stick that thing in me, are you?" 

"Heavens no!" Bright laughter bubbled from Karel's lips, sparkled in her 
sea-green eyes. "But it's a dandy; I have a friend who makes them, though 
this model is a bit out of style, really. It's only for home use. Kemp, he's 
the fellow who makes them, has one now that can be worn anywhere, like a 
tampon: swimming, dancing, at tennis, and they've got an eighteen hour power 
supply. They're transistorized, you know. And undetectable. You can even 
enjoy an orgasm in church if you want. I love the things, but nothing beats 
a man, of course. A vibrator can't ejaculate, and there's something about a 
man's body pressing down against yours as his hard penis gushes into your 
body that, well, it brings with it a deep serenity and contentment that's 
simply incomparable." 

"Aunt Karel!" 

"Do I shock you, dear?" 

Amanda nodded, though the knowledge the enormous ivory-colored device on the 
stand was not to be thrust into her body somewhat restored her composure and 
equilibrium. From meager experience, from those few instances in which 
Amanda had secretly explored her body, she knew her vagina was scarcely 
large enough to accommodate one of her aunt's slender fingers, much less a 
gigantic monster like the vibrator. "It-it frightens me." She cast a furtive 
look toward the stand beside the bed. 

"And it should frighten you, Amanda," her aunt said tenderly. "But fear 
thrives on lack of knowledge, which is the reason I want you to learn of 
such things. And first we start with words. First you must know the language 
of sex before you can discuss it intelligently and learn of it further. Next 
I'll phone Robert Mackles next door. He has the most fabulous basement in 
the world and there are some movies I want you to see. If Robert is home 
this morning, and alone, we'll postpone our shopping trip till later." Karel 
took a seat next to Amanda on the bed. "Now, first we start off with 
words...." 

Half an hour later they sat in the same position, Amanda regarding her aunt 
in profound dismay. Her senses whirled in a dizzy spin. New words, strange 
phrases, expressions she'd never heard of before bounced among her thoughts 
like so many verbal ping-pong balls. It seemed there were dozens of synonyms 
for the scant few words denoting the private parts of her own body that 
she'd learned in the sex education classes at school. Vagina, for instance, 
was called twat, box, cunt, pooh, hairy pie, mink jaw, sausage grinder, 
snatch; and there were many others. It went on and on and on till "I don't 
expect you to assimilate immediately all I've told you these past few 
minutes, dear," her Aunt Karel said at last. "But in the movies we may see 
shortly I want you to think, as you watch the performers, in the terms I've 
been explaining to you as much as you can. Do you think you can do that?" 

Amanda refused to look at her aunt in replying, but kept her eyes lowered. 
"I'll-I'll try, Aunt Karel." Then, in a burst of sound and raising her eyes, 
she blurted: "Aunt Karel, is all this necessary?" 

Karel regarded her niece solemnly. "Yes, Amanda, it's necessary. It is very, 
very necessary. Are you still frightened?" 

"I-no, but-" Frightened was not the word, exactly. She was still a bit 
frightened, yes, but she was also strangely repulsed. Perhaps her dear 
mother had been right. Perhaps sex was vilely obscene, filthy and loathsome. 

Karel took her arm and they both stood up. "There's just one other small 
thing before I call Robert. Here, let me take your robe." 

"Why?" Amanda clutched the robe about her as her aunt chuckled 
affectionately. 

"Because, silly goose, I want to teach you something a bit more." She 
thought of adding: I want to train you not to become the dry, unnatural husk 
of a woman your mother was, but didn't. 

Reluctantly, suspiciously, Amanda relinquished the robe and promptly tried 
to shield her nudity behind crossed forearms. Karel almost laughed aloud at 
these actions, but sight of her naked niece caught the laughter short in her 
throat. Slowly she sat down on the bed, a hint of awe in her sea-green eyes. 

It is not a common thing for one female of the species to admit admiration, 
even to herself, over the beauty and physical perfection of another of her 
sex, yet at the moment Karel Sutherlund was doing precisely that. Last week 
at the airport was the first time she'd ever seen her sister's child; there 
had been some baby pictures years ago when Amanda was born but that was all, 
and when she saw Amanda descending from the plane she at once decided the 
teenage youngster of such remarkable beauty-whose facial features held a 
striking resemblance to those of Kim Darby's-could not possibly be the 
offspring of her pinch-mouthed, gimlet-eyed sister. Discovering her mistake 
had been a most pleasant surprise. And now, one week later, as she studied 
Amanda standing there shy and red-faced, attempting to conceal her nakedness 
behind her hands, Karel was not only further surprised, but jarred solidly 
all the way to the core. 

This girl-child, this budding female animal in her charge possessed a body 
of such immaculate physical perfection it was enough to make a dead man 
spring from his coffin and jack-off. She was flawless. From the yet pinkish, 
virginal crowns of her plump little breasts to the tips of her toes she was 
flawless. Her waist was so narrow-Karel felt sure she could span it with her 
hands-and below the waist Amanda's young hips spread gently off the twin 
columns of her matchless thighs. Her pubic hair, though somewhat sparse, was 
the same rich mahogany brown as the hair of her head, while "Aunt Karel?" 
Amanda's tone caused the older woman to glance quickly at her niece's face. 
"What is it, dear?" 

"Are you one of those women such as you spoke of to me a while ago? A-a-" 
Amanda hunted the new word in her mind. "A Lesbian? Are you going to-?" This 
next word she sought did not crystalize immediately, so she plunged on with 
the first substitute she could think of. "Are you going to intercourse me?" 

Karel gaped a moment before understanding, then fell back on the bed midst 
squeals of feminine laughter. Minutes passed before she recovered, and when 
she did she pulled Amanda down onto the bed beside her. 

"The word is 'fuck', dear, though I suppose intercourse does just as well," 
Karel said, traces of the laughter still showing. "And the answer to both 
questions is no. I am not going to fuck you and I am not a Lesbian, though I 
have enjoyed sex with women on numerous occasions." 

"Then-?" 

"Then what am I going to do?" Karel interrupted. 

Amanda nodded hesitantly, somehow vastly relieved. "Yes, what are you going 
to do?" 

"I'm going to begin to get you accustomed to someone else touching your 
body. They never have, have they?" 

"I-not that I can remember." 

"I thought as much. And since I want you to meet Robert and see his films 
soon as possible, this will be brief." She raised up on the bed and braced 
herself with one arm. "Move your knees a little farther apart, now, and just 
relax. There. That's it:" 

The delicate touch of her aunt's fingers at her crotch shot a bolt of raw 
electricity through Amanda's body. 

"Just lie still, dear," Karel murmured. "I'm not going to hurt you." 

Amanda flinched despite this assurance, cringed and tried to grind her 
buttocks into the bed to escape her aunt's inquisitive fingers as they 
adroitly parted the sensitive folds of her twitching vaginal flesh. Next 
Karel placed a tapered forefinger lengthwise in the hot little moist valley 
of her labia. 

"How does that feel, Amanda?" Karel asked quietly. 

"I-I don't know," Amanda gasped. This was not true, though from Amanda's 
point of view it was no lie, either. Since she had no criterion by which to 
judge, nor yet at the moment the ability to describe her feelings, her 
answer served well . enough. 

"Would you like to cum, dear?" 

"You mean, have an-an-?" 

"Yes," her aunt nodded. "Would you like to have an orgasm?" Karel lowered 
herself to an elbow and brought their naked bodies firmly together. Moments 
ago, in saying she was no Lesbian, she had spoken the truth, therefore she 
was more than a little surprised when pressure of her flesh against the 
satiny smoothness of her niece's caused sharp prickles of lust to overspread 
her body. "Let's try for you an orgasm, huh?" she whispered hoarsely. 

Amanda did not reply. She could not. An odd thumping sound had commenced in 
her ears and her throat suddenly felt too constricted for utterance. She 
flinched again, and ground her buttocks with greater effort into the bed 
when the tip of her aunt's exploring finger eased cautiously into her 
panting vagina. 

"Oh!" Amanda gasped desperately. "Oh! Oh!" 

Then it struck. A searing burst of flaming ecstasy exploded in Amanda's 
virginal loins and she seized her aunt about the neck with both arms, crying 
out piteously and snapping her hips away from Karel's finger. 

"Ahh, that's better," Karel smiled. "Much, much better." It was a hundred 
percent better than sister Helen had ever done, if Karel's suspicions were 
correct. Before moving to Harpersville shortly after her wedding Helen had 
grudgingly, bitterly admitted that she felt nothing pleasurable from her 
husband's love making. Nothing, absolutely, whatsoever. 

"Scoot now," Karel smacked Amanda playfully on the thigh. "Run dress while I 
do the same and call Robert to see if we pay him a visit." 

Amanda made it back to her bedroom on rubbery legs, and when she closed the 
door she leaned back against it, staring dumbly in despair about the room. 

"Dear God, dear God," she whimpered feebly. "What manner of creature have I 
suddenly become?" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

When Amanda and Karel reached the Robert Mackles residence some time later 
by way of a back yard gate in the tall hedge separating the two properties, 
Amanda looked at her aunt's neighbor with unaccustomed interest. Despite his 
age Amanda figured him to be nearing middle age as Karel was-Robert Mackles 
was easily the most handsome man she had ever seen off the movie screen. 

"Amanda?" He smiled warmly at Karel's introduction as the three of them 
stood in the front parlor of his luxuriously appointed home. 

"What a truly beautiful name. Did you know that it means: Worthy of being 
loved? That's-" He stopped, gave Amanda a quick double-take. Karel laughed 
softly. 

"I was wondering how long it'd take you to notice it," she said. "I caught 
it when she got off the plane." 

"Great Scott," Robert Mackles muttered. "It's amazing; simply amazing." He 
tossed a glance at Karel and laughed shortly, then stared at Amanda again. 
"It's not easy to believe, Amanda. Did you know you and Kim Darby might 
easily pass for identical twins ... a change of hair style, perhaps, and-no. 
That's all. It could be done with the hair alone, no make-up necessary." 

"Robert is retired, dear," Karel explained to her niece. "Though he acts as 
make-up consultant to one of the major movie studios in town." 

Amanda, slightly embarrassed at being compared to a famous movie personality 
in the presence of this handsome stranger, shifted self-consciously from one 
foot to the other and kept her eyes lowered. 

"Are you going to try for a screen test with her?" Mackles asked Karel with 
interest. 

Karel shrugged, shaking her head, "So far she's never shown any interest in 
becoming an actress." 

Amanda felt somewhat like a piece of merchandise being discussed by 
strangers and, secretly hoping they might see the movie her aunt deemed so 
important to her sex education and then go on with their shopping trip, she 
made known her wishes in an anxious voice. "Aunt Karel, maybe we can go 
shopping after we see the movie, if we hurry." 

"You are serious about her seeing the films, are you not?" Mackles asked 
Karel. 

"Very serious," Karel smiled. 

"And the rest of the basement?" 

Karel nodded. "And the rest of the basement too, but later." She slipped an 
arm around Amanda's tiny waist. "I think you're, right, dear. We will go 
shopping after seeing the film." 

They descended a long flight of stairs, Mackles leading the way and, due to 
the poor lighting at the time, Amanda sensed rather than saw that the 
basement was a vast one, apparently much larger than the house above it. 
When Mackles flicked a light switch at the foot of the stairs she discovered 
she was right, though the single bulb he turned on revealed little more than 
a dozen or so lounge chairs near one wall facing a movie screen at the 
opposite end of the huge underground room. Amanda made out vague outlines of 
a number of unidentifiable objects and, incredibly, thought she saw a 
swimming pool and small dance floor near the center of the place. 

"You sit up there, dear, near the front," Karel told her when they reached 
the chairs. "Robert and I have something to discuss and don't want to 
interfere with your watching." 

Amanda seated herself in one of the plush chairs without replying, wondering 
what could be so important about these films her aunt insisted on her 
seeing. Since their erotic encounter in Karel's bedroom her emotions had 
been in seething turmoil. A dozen times since the incident she had felt the 
hot blush of shame sting her face, and yet, co-mingled with this shame was 
the burning memory of that delicious burst of ecstasy in her loins her 
aunt's impudent finger had triggered. The surge of self-denigration which 
had smitten her immediately following the return to her bedroom had swiftly 
dissolved in face of a persistent question: Could anything so sweetly 
rapturous as an orgasm be vilely obscene, filthy and loathsome? If her 
mother "All set?" Mackles voice came from somewhere behind her. "Here we 
go." 

The lights went out. A moment later Amanda heard the muted whirr of a movie 
projector and a swath of brilliance stabbed through the darkness to flood 
the screen up front, which at first remained a blank, blinding white. Then 
the screen darkened and Amanda read the film's title: Johnny and Mary at 
play. No credits, no hint the film was in color, just: Johnny and Mary at 
play. 

The opening scene showed a dark-haired, olive-complexioned young woman, 
which Amanda took to be Mary, in a bedroom approaching a door. She wore a 
white gossamer nylon nightie that came to the tops of her thighs, and so 
thin it was obvious she wore neither panties nor bra. The deep cleavage of 
her honeydew melon breasts showed above the vee of the garment at the top. 
Amanda started in surprise when Mary opened the door. A muscular young man 
with long sideburns and wearing T-shirt and trousers stood there. 

"Ooooh, Johnny," Mary sighed dreamily. "I thought you never would get here." 
She lowered her eyes to the very large bulge at his crotch and laughed 
happily. "And it seems you've arrived just in time." 

"And it seems you're most observant," Johnny laughed. 

"How could I help being?" Mary's eyes never left the bulge. "You're quite a 
man." 

Amanda stared round-eyed and gulped noisily, remotely conscious of her Aunt 
Karel and Robert Mackles behind her talking in hushed whispers. But as Mary 
crossed the room and sat down on the bed, leaning back on both elbows, 
Amanda forgot everything else but the actors. The softness of Mary's nightie 
rode up over her lush thighs when she leaned backward, exposing the silky 
floss of her pleasure mound at the base of her smooth brown belly. She 
motioned with her head toward the bed, indicating for Johnny to take a seat, 
which he did, reaching over with one hand to trace his nails in small 
circles over her stomach. Mary shivered at the contact of his fingers 
against her flesh. 

"Mmmm," she sighed. "It's going to be so wonderful to have you fuck me." 

Amanda jerked bolt upright in her chair, eyes fairly popping, unable to 
believe her ears. She was certain Mary had said Johnny was going to "God, 
but you're beautiful," Johnny mumbled thickly. Amanda saw his nostrils flare 
with lust. 

Mary leaned against him, pouted fetchingly, said in a teasing tone: "You do 
want to fuck me, don't you, Johnny?" 

The lewd words coming from her lips seemed to excite him further. "God yes." 

"Then tell me. Let me hear you say the words." 

"I want to fuck you!" Johnny almost shouted. 

"How?" Mary breathed hotly against his cheek. 

"I want to fuck you long and hard and deep!" 

"Then get your clothes off, darn it," Mary groaned. "Get your clothes off 
and get it in me before I cum just from thinking about it." 

Mary fell back on the bed, squirming out of her nightie as Johnny stood 
quickly and began jerking at his clothes. When he stepped free of his 
trousers and dropped his shorts Amanda simply boggled, running the tip of a 
pink tongue repeatedly over suddenly parched lips. Her eyes riveted on the 
great, blood-bloated sex-cudgel which Johnny, for the benefit of any unseen 
audience, turned and wagged threateningly at her. Amanda cringed and lost 
all contact with reality save that on the screen before her. 

"Ooohhh, I like that, I like, I like," Mary crooned at sight of Johnny's big 
cock. "Eeeeyi, how I want to feel it stirring in my cunt." She lunged 
forward, grabbed Johnny by the arm and fell back on the bed, pulling him 
down on top of her. Their mouths locked tightly as one of Mary's hands 
worked down between their naked bodies, searching for his stiff prick. 
Johnny gnashed his teeth in a frenzy of lust when her soft fingers closed 
about it. 

Mary massaged her pubic mound up at him as they twisted and squirmed on the 
bed and the cameras moved in for a tight close-up, showing nothing but those 
areas of their loins. Suddenly Mary swung her legs wide, raised her knees 
high and back, and Amanda sat death-still, watching Mary's hand delicately 
guide Johnny's huge, veined sex-stalk toward the steamy heat of her vaginal 
opening. When the glistening bald knob of the purplish glans came within 
half an inch of its goal the action slowed, seemed hardly to move at all, 
yet the massive end of the hungry prick gradually eased forward. 

Mary gasped wildly, desperately, when it kissed the highly sensitized flesh 
of her pussy, gasped again as the end of it nudged its way gently into her 
vulval sphincter, then loosed a long, hissy sigh of joy unrestrained as the 
thick, rigid stump of his cock commenced to burrow from sight up into the 
hot confines of her quivering belly. 

They lay motionless for a moment while the camera shifted to give a closer, 
clearer view of the coupling, and Amanda saw the twin oblongs of Johnny's 
balls in their hairy scrotum resting neatly in the cleft of Mary's spread 
buttocks. Once, quickly, Mary's anus blinked, as though in protest at the 
unaccustomed light. Then the camera withdrew just enough so that the fucking 
couple occupied the entire screen. 

Johnny forced his hands between the mattress and Mary's shoulders, ran them 
down the curve of her back, fondling the raised ridges of her spine as her 
hips began to undulate gently, her hot passage sucking on the rigid prong of 
his sex-meat. Her thighs rested at an acute angle back along his sides, and 
when he hunched his hardness deep into her belly his balls softly smote her 
unprotected anus. 

"Oh God, but you feel good inside me," she whined in a lather of passion, 
slithering her tongue into his waiting mouth and writhing her tummy against 
his. Her nails trailed across his back, leaving narrow red weals in their 
wake. 

Johnny pushed his hands farther down, cupped them around the firm fullness 
of her buttocks, then pulled her open crotch up tighter against him, slowly 
pumping and grinding his loins, striving to work his hard cock deeper into 
the hot wetness of her yearning quim. 

Mary's ass commenced to move in a more vigorous action, rotating upward at 
each of his in-strokes, but abruptly stopped to sweep her legs down and 
around, crossing her calves behind his thighs, locking him to her. 

"OOOOH, FUCK ME, JOHNNY. FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she sobbed into his mouth in an 
agony of lust, her eyes tightly closed and pelvis grinding. 

Johnny groaned like a wounded moose as his plundering cock bored into her. 
His balls thumped rhythmically against her asshole while her greedy cunt 
milked at his marauding prick with flawless expertise. Suddenly he thrust in 
his rod to the limit then withdrew it until nothing but the nub of it 
remained in the grip of her seething cunt, then slammed forward, again 
plunging the full length of his battering ram to the ultimate fraction into 
her body with such force the keen note of a dainty female fart zinged around 
the room. Next he began hammering his meat hard into the flaccid flesh of 
the female straddle beneath him while Mary strained up and back, pushing her 
loins against him until they were both lifted inches off the mattress. She 
sobbed in hopeless abandon from his merciless, vigorous thrusts, raising her 
legs once again to open and close them around his laboring hips as her 
famished cunt gulped up and down in the chanting rhythm as old as the act of 
fucking itself. Her mouth gaped wide from the intensity of her passion, her 
dark head lashed from side to side, all the while her gorging twat 
struggling to capture and swallow his jouncing nuts. 

Without warning, Mary's feet shot straight up into the air, her legs swung 
wide, then swept toward each other to scissor Johnny's waist; a move she 
kept repeating in tempo with the hard roll of male sex-flesh pistoning into 
her belly. A weird gurgle bubbled from far down in her throat, and on the 
heels of it she relaxed completely, said matter-of-factly in a calm, clear 
voice: "Johnny, I'm about to cum." 

And then she went wild, insane, exploded underneath him in a mad frenzy of 
clawing nails, of thrashing legs, the piercing, eerie shriek of lust running 
amok, tearing past her bared teeth as she snapped viciously at his shoulder. 
Her eyes protruded dangerously from the full force of the orgastic 
onslaught, veins swelled on her neck and she chewed her tongue in a seizure 
of mindless bliss as her body lurched and heaved, the flat plain of her 
belly-flesh striking that of the man riding her with resounding slaps. 

"EEEE! GOD! FUCK HARDER! FUCK HARDER!" she shouted. 

Suddenly she froze, arms tight about her partner's neck, thighs tight about 
his waist, and her ragged breathing filled the basement with sound when a 
violent shuddering seized her and her belly muscles knotted while the fiery 
flesh of her inflamed cunt convulsed around the hard cock plundering her 
secret places in spastic desperation. 

A moment more and it was over, and again she relaxed, this time to whisper 
hoarsely: "I beat you to it, Johnny. I came before you did." 

"Not much!" he grunted explosively. 

"Are you about to?" she whispered happily. 

"Gnyaah!" 

Immediately she began rocking her hips to accommodate him, rolling them in a 
manner that took him all, smoothly, easily, at each in-stroke, sucking and 
massaging his bloated cock with her inner-cunt muscles each time he 
withdrew. 

"Go ahead, Johnny," she urged softly, gently. "Cum into Mary, cum into Mary, 
fill her with your man-seed." 

"Gnyaah-hah!" Johnny snorted like a startled buU. 

"Ayeee, that's it lover. Flood me, flood me," she cooed, caressing the 
cheeks of his galloping ass. "Aahhh, Johnny." She squirmed her hips greedily 
around his disgorging cock. "Oommm, I feel it, I-" 

"Gnyaah-hah!" 

"-feel it gushing inside me. More, Johnny, more, more-oooeee-Jesus! I bet I 
slosh when I walk, lover." 

Johnny launched one final mighty hunch and held it, gasping for air like a 
second hand pump in a dry well, then slowly sank downward, pressing the girl 
under him firmly into the mattress, and the film ended. Johnny and Mary at 
play had no plot, the dialogue was stiff and awkward, producing the film had 
required no artistic talent whatsoever and the entire showing had taken less 
than ten minutes, yet by those who considered themselves qualified judges of 
such films, it was considered a front-runner simply because it did, and did 
well, precisely what it had been produced to do-act as an erotic stimulant, 
a visual aphrodisiac-except to Amanda Remmick. It stunned her, L-ft her 
dry-mouthed and shaken. And little wonder. 

Before seeing the film she had not been totally ignorant as to how the sex 
act was performed, but to be hit unexpectedly smack across the face with the 
raw graphics of a "quickie" utterly devoid of all pleasurable fringe 
embellishments was indeed something from the other end of the stick. She sat 
huddled in the overstuffed lounge chair, thoughts in a veritable muddle, at 
the moment roundly puzzled as to whether her mother had not been right, that 
sex was, after all perhaps, vilely obscene, filthy and loathsome. 

Amanda did not recognize the tiny insistence nagging far in the back of her 
mind as a dormant impulse to request that the film be shown a second time. 

In the sudden hush following the conclusion of the film Amanda once again 
heard her aunt and Robert Mackles behind her, conversing in quiet tones. 
When the lights snapped on she rose from her seat and hesitantly turned in 
their direction. 

"How did you like it, dear?" Karel asked. 

Amanda said nothing, merely swallowed hard. And, try as she might, found she 
could not force herself to look either her aunt or their handsome host in 
the face as they came to where she stood. 

"She's embarrassed," Robert Mackles said to Karel. "And in view of what 
you've been telling me, I can easily understand why." 

Amanda gulped, "Are there-other films?" 

Then added hurriedly to hide her confusion over the question: "That I have 
to look at today?" 

"No, dear." Karel placed a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Not today. 
Now we go shopping for your clothes, and a special plaything I have in mind 
for you." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Amanda stood in the center of her bedroom in a veritable dither of 
excitement. On the chairs, on the dressing table stool, on the dressing 
table itself and on the bed were heaped the fruits of her shopping trip into 
town with her aunt. And the clothes were hers! All hers! Zany, wild, 
wonderful clothes she would never have dreamed of buying back in 
Harpersville. She had tried on each garment at least three times, each time 
studying herself in the mirror. At the moment, however, she did not realize 
she was not regarding the fit of one of her latest purchases, but studying 
her unclothed self in the mirror with deep interest. 

Unknowingly she began comparing each feature of her naked body with those of 
her aunt's, frowning a bit in disapproval at what she saw, convinced she 
could never equal the beauty of Karel Sutherlund. 

"She's so alive," Amanda murmured into the glass. "So vital. If-" , "Amanda, 
dear." Karel Sutherlund entered the bedroom, a box half the size of a box of 
chocolates in her hand. She stopped near the bed, green eyes sweeping Amanda 
slowly from toes to crown with a look no knowledgeable observer would have 
misinterpreted. As with earlier in the day when they both lay naked on her 
bed, again Karel was surprised at the stirrings of Lesbianism in her loins. 
This niece of hers.... 

"Yes?" Amanda turned quickly, but made only the slightest feint to conceal 
her nudity. 

Karel studied the expression of dewy expectancy on Amanda's face a long 
moment before replying. "Do you remember that little plaything I promised 
you, and that pharmacist I went into a huddle with in that drug store when 
we were in town this morning?" 

Amanda nodded. At the time she had busied herself with a chocolate soda and 
a chicken salad sandwich while her aunt held a quiet conversation with the 
bespectacled man in the back of the store. 

"That was Kemp," Karel continued. "Armond Kemp. I mentioned him earlier; the 
one who makes the vibrators?" 

A second time Amanda nodded. 

"Well," Karel went on, "I had him make us both one." She opened the package 
she carried. "They're the new walk-around kind, as they're called. I've been 
meaning to get one for myself for ages. You can wear them anywhere without 
detection. Just like a tampon." 

Amanda's expression changed. She regarded her aunt solemnly, and winced 
slightly at the invisible bolt of heat-lightning that ignited between them 
as their eyes locked. It shook her. Karel, the first to look away, suddenly 
felt herself bordering an emotional quandary, then giggled impulsively from 
the knowledge she wanted sexual intimacies with her niece. 

"Yes, Aunt Karel?" Amanda's young voice held an odd thickness. 

Without warning, Karel's mind decided she would have those intimacies with 
her niece. It was in direct opposition to her basic philosophy of life and 
the tenets of the Mercy Club to entertain persistent sexual hungers, and the 
unquestionable knowledge that she yearned for another female's body 
disturbed her not at all. As she had informed Amanda earlier, on various 
occasions in the past she had engaged in sexual intercourse with other 
females-there were numerous Lesbian and bi-sexual girls in the Mercy Clubbut 
this was the first time in her life she had ever actually hungered for 
intimate contact with one of her own sex. She wondered briefly what effect 
such contact might have on this girl-child that was her niece, but it was 
essential that Amanda learn of Lesbianism. And best she learn from someone 
who had a personal interest in her welfare and proper sex education. For a 
certainty she wanted Amanda to learn about Lesbianism before the child fell 
into the hands of Marge McGhee, or attended one of the gatherings the Club 
in Robert Mackles' basement. 

"Kemp works fast," Karel said, the odd thickness now in her voice also. "And 
I told him these were a rush job. A special messenger delivered them a few 
minutes ago." 

"Delivered what, Aunt Karel?" 

"These, silly goose," Karel smiled warmly, indicating the package she 
carried. "Our vibrators." She took from the package a small device some four 
inches long and hardly larger in circumference than the ordinary ballpoint 
pen. At one end was attached a small-gauge plastic-coated wire. At the 
opposite end of the wire was a small button no bigger than a pea. 

"This little one is yours," Karel explained. "I had Kemp make it especially 
small because you are a virgin. And this little button here is the on-off 
switch. Simply place the vibrator into your vagina, and if you're wearing it 
in public put on your panties and bring the wire up under the front of them 
so that the switch will be held by the waistband, and when you want a good, 
jarring orgasm all you do is press the switch lightly. Nothing could be 
simpler." 

Amanda stood with feet slightly apart, hands cupping her breasts as she 
stared hard at the mini-vibrator-her aunt's, still in the box, was much, 
much thicker and longer. She had always loved her mother, and cherished her 
mother's memory, but only a moment ago some mysterious, invisible force had 
flashed between her and her aunt when their eyes locked, and the force 
loosed in Amanda's young breast a great out-pouring of tender emotions 
toward her Aunt Karel, emotions she had never before felt for any other 
person. And with this out-pouring came the banishment of any and all qualms 
regarding her sex education she had previously been prey to. Even so, 
prospects of having a foreign object inserted into her body, and especially 
into the sensitive flesh of her vagina, gave her pause. 

"I-do I have to wear it, Aunt Karel?" 

Karel laughed softly. "Oh, shush. Remember what I told you? Lack of 
knowledge breeds fear? Let's go into my bedroom where it isn't so cluttered 
and I'll teach you how to use it. We'll come back later and hang up your new 
clothes." 

Only while following her aunt down the hall to the other bedroom did Amanda 
become acutely conscious of the fact that she was going about the house with 
not a single stitch of clothes on and, strangely, instead of a sense of 
shame she ordinarily would have experienced, was aware of a peculiar sense 
of elation and freedom. This feeling, in addition to the great welling of 
tender affection for her aunt that had blossomed in her breast but seconds 
ago, prompted a question from her young lips when they reached the bedroom, 
a question which startled her no less than it delighted Karel. 

"Aunt Karel?" They stood beside Karel's enormous bed. 

"Yes, dear?" Karel was already anointing the mini-vibrator with ointment 
from the jar on the bedside stand. 

"Aunt Karel, how do Lesbians-uh-?" Amanda paused, not because this time she 
could not recall to mind the word 'fuck', but because to her at the moment 
the word seemed gross and unrefined in relationship to her aunt. 

"Amanda, dear." Karel wiped ointment from her hands with a tissue and turned 
toward her niece. "Amanda, dear," she repeated gently. "There is nothing 
wrong with the word 'fuck'. It's a good, tough Anglo-Saxon word, a 
descriptive verb denoting sexual union, and is shunned only by the bigoted, 
the narrow-minded and the ignorant. But since it is a relatively new word to 
you, and until you become accustomed to its use, use any synonym you choose. 
But don't shun the word because you think it's vulgar. It isn't. After all, 
it's the most widely used and thought-of word in the English language. Now, 
what was your question, dear?" 

"How do Lesbians fuck?" 

Karel had not undressed on returning from their shopping trip, and now began 
removing her garments, making no attempt to conceal her face and the 
pleasure the question incited. "Learning that is also part of your 
education. Would you like for me to teach you? 

The shrill peel from the telephone on the stand beside the bed prevented 
Amanda's reply. Karel picked up the instrument with a gesture of impatience, 
which quickly vanished the instant she heard the man's voice from the other 
end of the wire. 

"Bernie!" she cooed into the mouthpiece. "Of course I'll have mercy on 
you-where are you? The comer phone booth. Then hurry. I'm naked and waiting 
and the front door is unlocked." She replaced the phone and turned quickly 
to Amanda. 

"That was Bernie Katzman, Hollywood's current boy-wonder producer-every film 
he turns out becomes pure box office gold. He was passing on his way to the 
studios when the urge struck him and he needs a quickie." Karel stopped, 
regarded her niece intently, then continued softly. "You don't object to 
your aunt giving Bernie a mercy fuck, do you?" 

Amanda shook her head in dismay, not understanding. "You mean you're going 
to-to fuck him, Aunt Karel? Just like that?" 

Karel nodded happily. "That's right. Just like that. After all, Bemie is a 
member of the Mercy Club. It's my duty to let him have it if he wants it. 
And it won't take five minutes." 

Karel did not add that prospects of coupling with a man temporarily set 
aside her interest in teaching Amanda the arts of Lesbian love and the use 
of the mini-vibrator. Such prospects superceded all her other sexual 
leanings. Lesbian love with Amanda would be a precious something to enjoy 
later, and vibrators had their place in the scheme of sexual things, but 
nothing could be compared to the wonder of a hungry, demanding male cock 
plundering about in her belly. Nothing on earth could be compared with it. 
Nothing! "Would you like to watch?" 

Amanda gulped rustily. "Watch?" 

"That's right, dear. I won't mind-it'll be good for your education-and I'm 
positive Bernie won't object. We won't even tell him you're here. I'll tell 
you what. Slip under the bed and watch through the mirror. You'll be able to 
see a reflection of everything that goes on. Okay?" 

Without being fully aware she did so, Amanda, heart pounding in quick 
excitement, scooted with alacrity under the giant bed to lay on her back 
looking back over her head into the mirror, which gave her a clear and 
unhampered view of the entire room. 

"Is the mirror at the proper angle for you to see everything?" Karel asked. 

"It's perfect," Amanda replied in a tone taut with suspense and foreign to 
her ears. 

Karel gave no answer to this, but stood at the bedside stand, one leg cocked 
upon the bed, carefully coating her labia majora with the ointment, making 
certain the external pucker of her vulval sphincter was well covered with 
the lubricant. It was really unnecessary, however. Ever since watching the 
erotic film at Robert Mackles earlier in the day she'd been as ready to be 
fucked as she'd ever been in her entire life, but the vibrant urgency in 
Bernie Katzman's voice during their brief phone conversation told her there 
would be no preliminaries for this quickie session and Bernie, sometimes, 
especially when his need was great, could be a bit rough. The ointment was 
for just-incase. 

Prom under the bed, waiting in a daze of breathless expectancy for she knew 
not exactly what, Amanda heard the front door slam. This was followed 
promptly by the sound of rapidly pounding male footsteps, and seconds later 
Bernie Katzman rushed into the room unbuttoning his coat. 

Early in his Hollywood career Bernie Katzman had been a dancer, and a famous 
dancer at that. In fact, it was he who devised and perfected the method of 
doing the very difficult Spanish Flamenco on roller skates. But nature had 
played him false. In his mid-twenties he had been tall, slender and 
graceful, as befitted his profession, but by his thirties he had broadened 
considerably, developed thick pads of muscle on torso and limbs, and grown 
great tufts of glistening black hair on his shoulders, down his back and in 
front from the neck to knees. It ruined his dancing career, for after that 
he resembled in dancing nothing so much as he did a great, closely cropped 
bear gamboling about. 

Shortly thereafter he hit Hollywood's skid row with a resounding thud, where 
he remained until an aging film land queen learned of the size of his 
genitals and informally adopted the men. Later she finagled him into the 
position of producer of a two-bit Class B horse opera, and when it was 
released the film shocked Hollywood's financial world by coining a mint for 
its backers-and Bernie Katzman shot to the top of the success ladder a 
second time, where he had now been for the past several years. 

"It's good of you to see me on such short notice, sugar-doll." The words 
rumbled from his barrel chest as he panted from the fires in his loins. 

Karel's soft laughter quivered a bit from an urgency of her own. She lay on 
the bed on her back, one knee drawn up. "It's no bother, Bernie. Honest. I'm 
as ready as you are. This will be a mercy fucking for both of us." 

Amanda stared open-mouthed from under the bed as Katzman flung free his 
clothes, the shedding of each garment revealing additional areas of his 
hairy, muscular frame, and when he shoved down his shorts she clapped a 
quick hand across her mouth to stifle a gasp of disbelief. Dear God in 
Heaven! She lay stone still, breath suspended, gaping at the two gigantic 
hairy oblongs dangling from Bernie Katzman's crotch. They were larger than 
baseballs and jiggled with his movements. Yet they in themselves were not 
half as awe inspiring and fearful as the enormous sex-club, heavily veined 
and throbbing madly, that thrust upward along his hairy belly at a sharp 
angle, its bloated, semen-dribbling head almost reaching his navel. 

She shuddered in spite of her efforts to remain calm and objective, 
shuddered and cringed and struggled without success to pull her eyes from 
the terrible device. Surely Aunt Karel would not, could not permit such an 
enormity to be driven into her body. 

Seconds later Amanda discovered how thoroughly mistaken she was. Karel 
raised her other knee, then dropped her long thighs wide apart as Bernie 
lunged for the bed, and a moment after that Amanda watched the blunt end of 
Bernie's cock kiss the inflamed flesh of her aunt's pussy, hesitate a 
fraction, then glide smoothly, sweetly from view into the hot confines of 
Karel's quivering belly. 

Again Amanda shuddered. The day had been a series of emotional cataclysms: 
First there had been the shocking discovery of her aunt servicing herself 
with a mechanical penis; next came her introduction to the language of sex, 
after which Karel had masturbated her; then came the sex film at Robert 
Mackles' next door and the mini-vibrator Karel had caused to be made 
especially for her. And now this-her lying beneath a bed while on it a 
totally strange man rutted on her lovely aunt with ravishing gusto. It was 
too much to assimilate in so short a time. Amanda's emotions were too young 
and under-developed to sustain such a jarring sequence of unexpected events 
without backlash. Overwhelmed, she rolled to her tummy, folded her head in 
her arms and commenced to weep profusely in utter frustration tinged with 
distress. 

Yet despite this preoccupation with her conflicting emotions Amanda could 
not ignore the vigorous sex-hassle taking place inches above her. The bed 
rocked crazily, as if two wild animals were atop it, locked in throes of 
deadly combat. Snorts and grunts and lustful pantings filled the room until 
they terminated somewhat abruptly in a ragged sob of release from her aunt, 
and a desperate, whining growl of orgasm from Bernie Katzman. Then silence, 
a silence overlain only by the muted sighs of massive after-coming. At last 
she heard Katzman whisper hoarsely: 

"You're the best, sugar-doll. The best in the whole goddamn world, bar 
none." 

"You're no slouch yourself, Bern," Karel sighed quietly. "I needed that fuck 
in the worst way." 

"I wish to hell we had time for another go, but I'm due at the studios in 
half an hour and the boss can't raise hell with his employees if he's late 
himself." Katzman was rolling off the bed for his clothes as he dressed. 
"That damn feisty-assed little Cheri Hays has decided to recover from one of 
her temper mental tantrums and we're ready to shoot again." 

"She's the girl you're starring in Can-Can Tilly?" 

"Yeah, goddamn it. Signing her up is the stupidest thing I've ever done. But 
when these last few re-takes are finished she's out, through, finished-for 
keeps. You seen Marge McGhee lately?" 

"She phoned me the middle of the week. Why?" Karel sat up on the side of the 
bed to watch Katzman dress, shreds of the orgasm he'd given her still making 
her pussy twitch. 

"She says a niece of yours is staying with you now." 

"Yes." Karel hesitated. She had kept Amanda sheltered from the Hollywood 
crowd thus far, and wanted to keep her sheltered until the child was better 
oriented sexually. Amanda simply wasn't ready yet. "She's somewhere about. 
Probably in her room." 

Katzman finished buttoning his shirt and climbed into his trousers. "If I 
don't make it to the Club's whing-ding tonight, you tell Robert I'll catch 
the next one, huh?" He stepped to the bed and gave Karel an affectionate 
peck on the cheek. "I'm sorry, sugar-doll, but I simply gotta scoot." 

His rapid footsteps died down the hall and the front door slammed again 
before Amanda raised her tear-stained face from her arms. 

"Amanda," Karel asked quietly. "Are you there?" 

"Y-yes, Aunt Karel." 

Something in the young girl's voice touched Karel Sutherlund with alarm and 
she bent quickly to help Amanda crawl from under the bed. 

"Amanda!" she exclaimed in deep concern. "You've been crying! Whatever on 
earth for?" 

"I-I don't know, Aunt Karel." 

This innocuous answer revealed to Karel far more than was displayed on the 
surface, and by the very nature of the words gave her the key to Amanda's 
immediate dilemma-the child suffered from a fierce, near hysterical need for 
sexual relief, had been thrown into an emotional quandary by the recent 
series of events. Solution to the dilemma was simplicity itself, from 
Karel's point of view, and her agile mind swiftly made plans accordingly. 
She placed a protective arm around Amanda's shoulders. 

"Come with me, dear. A nice, invigorating shower will make you feel worlds 
better." 

"We're going to bathe ... together?" Miraculously, on the spot, Amanda's 
frustrations began to dissipate. 

"Do you object?" Karel turned them toward the bathroom. 

"Oh no. I don't object. It's just that ... that...." 

"That you've never bathed with another person before? Is that it?" 

"Yes, Aunt Karel." 

Karel shook her playfully, in close camaraderie. "Well now, Miss Amanda 
Grace Remmick, that is a situation about to be altered forthwith." 

They were in the shower section of the large bathroom before either spoke 
again. 

"How did you like him, dear?" Karel asked, adjusting the water temperature. 

"Who, Aunt Karel? Mr. Katzman?" 

Karel nodded. 

"I didn't watch," Amanda continued. "Not after you ... got together. I was 
afraid he might split you open. He's so ... huge." 

Karel laughed happily. The fires in her loins that Katzman had temporarily 
reduced to embers were beginning to flame anew, which brought to Karel's 
mind the fact that prior to Bernie Katzman's arrival she had been about to 
teach Amanda the delights of Lesbian love. 

"Amanda." She spoke distinctly so her words would carry above the sound of 
the spray. "Do you remember asking me a while ago how Lesbians make love?" 

Amanda nodded eagerly. "Yes." 

"Then I asked if you wanted me to teach you, but Bernie's telephone call cut 
in and you never did answer." 

Amanda's large dark eyes held her aunt's, but she said nothing. 

"Would you like for me to teach you now?" 

"Here?" Amanda swallowed hard at the sudden flutter of excitement in her 
tummy. "In the shower?" 

"And why not, silly goose? At least we can start in the shower. 

A quarter of a minute passed before the final remnants of Amanda's 
frustrations that broke the surface under the bed vanished completely and 
her lovely face blossomed into a radiant smile. "Yes, Aunt Karel, I'm still 
curious." 

"Good." Karel placed her hands on Amanda's shoulders, turned her around, 
drew her close and backed them both under the spray of the shower. The 
instant the smooth firmness of Amanda's naked young flesh touched hers, 
prickles of lust swept over Karel's willowy body. Her nostrils flanged like 
those of a mare in heat, and she was hard put to control the quivering 
inside her as she circled Amanda's waist from behind, hands on the girl's 
lower tummy. 

Amanda flinched at the touch of fingers on her pleasure mound, gasped 
sharply and in instinctively withdrawing from the touch, pressed firmly 
backward against her aunt. This added pressure, with the gentle body heat of 
Amanda's back and buttocks against her loins, acted on Karel Sutherlund like 
a powerful sex stimulant, causing her to shiver uncontrollably with lust. 

Due to the difference in their heights the top of Amanda's head reached to 
just under Karel's chin, and now the older woman raised a hand from her 
niece's pleasure mound to one of Amanda's breasts. At the same time Karel 
lowered her head, captured an ear lobe between her lips and began to tug 
gently, while the forefinger of the hand still on Amanda's pussy wormed its 
way impudently through the sparse fleece beneath it in search of Amanda's 
clit. 

The goodness of the deluge of sensations that avalanched over Amanda brought 
from her throat a piteous whimper, her legs turned to jelly and she sagged, 
would have fallen to the floor without Karel's support. 

"Go in on the bed and wait for me," Karel whispered. "I won't be but a 
moment ... I forgot to take a douche." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Amanda lay flat on her back, breathing heavily and arms out-flung when Karel 
climbed onto the bed beside her. Her eyes were closed and she made no move 
to resist when the other pulled apart her young thighs.. 

"Now don't be alarmed," Karel said softly, the lubricated mini-vibrator 
she'd taken from the night stand in her hand. "I'm going to insert your 
little plaything, so lie very still." 

She bent low over Amanda's crotch, her cheek almost touching the girl's 
pleasure mound, and placed the first two fingers of her left hand alongside 
the tender folds of her niece's young pussy. Amanda started. 

"Easy now, dear," Karel soothed. "This isn't going to hurt." She pressed the 
two fingers into Amanda's crotch and spread them, the move automatically 
separating the guardian lips of Amanda's tender little cunt, then brought 
the end of the mini-vibrator to the tiny vaginal opening. There she paused, 
for the moment unable to proceed. 

Since Karel herself was a woman, the female sex organ had never, as it often 
does with men, held any mystery for her. The vagina and its adjacent parts 
had always heretofore been merely another section of the female anatomy. An 
immensely pleasurable and functional section, to say the least, but 
nevertheless, in her female eyes, not something which was an object that 
inspired rapt fascination. 

Now however, insofar as her niece was concerned, she suddenly discovered all 
this was different. She saw in Amanda's untried quim not just another set of 
female sex organs, not just another labia majora, vulva, clitoris ... not 
just another cunt, albeit a virgin cunt, but saw it rather as a hypnotical 
object, and a means of satisfying the strange and ravening yearnings that 
burned in her mind and loins. The virginal perfume, wafting upward from 
Amanda's open straddle into her nostrils brought awake within her demanding 
hungers of a fierce, atavistic lust, primeval and voracious. On impulse she 
lowered her head to the top of Amanda's crevice and breathed deeply of the 
aphrodisiacal scent. Her insides went hot and loose, her juices began 
flowing and her bowels felt watery. 

My God, she thought, I'm becoming another Marge McGhee, but without the long 
tongue to go with it. But the thought passed. Deep inside her secret self 
Karel knew her heterosexual proclivities were not changing, that her 
heretofore unexperienced cravings for Lesbian love was due solely to the 
fact that the object of those cravings was Amanda, knew further that if any 
other of her own sex occupied Amanda's place her interest would extend no 
greater depth than it did during any casual sexual romp with another woman. 

Karel eased her face closer yet to Amanda's open pussy, and again breathed 
deeply. A sharp, short bolt of ecstasy shot through her long body, and she 
lay motionless beside the heavily breathing Amanda, feasting her eyes on the 
girl's crotch. In places Amanda's cunt glistened from its wealth of 
lymphatic fluids; the lips of her twat were puffy from need of a gentle 
buffing and her labia was a deep, sensitive pink, while directly under 
Karel's mouth her tiny little clit stuck upright, throbbing in passion, 
swollen for attention. 

"Here we go." Karel's tone was guttural with lust. "Easy now." 

She placed the rounded tip of the greased mini-vibrator into Amanda's small 
passage and, a finger at the opposite end, pressed the device with 
meticulous care up into the girl's body. Again Amanda started, though with 
less intensity than before, and loosed a deep, full-bodied sigh. 

"Is ... is it done, Aunt Karel?" Amanda opened her eyes in speaking and 
looked down, but without raising her head, mildly surprised that there was 
no pain or discomfort, nothing but a certain comfortable feeling of fullness 
in her vagina. 

"It's done, dear. Is there any hurt?" 

Amanda shook her head in negatively reply, eyes on Karel as her aunt came up 
to stretch out beside her once more. 

"Raise your head, dear, and lay on my arm." When Amanda complied Karel 
scooted close, free hand cupped under one of her own ripe breasts, the 
nipple of which she brought to rest against her niece's lips. "Suck it dear. 
Just like a little baby." 

Again Amanda complied-her emotions had reached the stage where she was 
beyond questioning anything her aunt did or said-and when her soft lips 
folded around Karel's lust-taut nipple, Karel's belly muscles quivered in 
pre-orgasm tension. 

A mysterious change began taking place within Amanda Remmick the instant she 
took the nipple into her mouth. She sensed the change, but having no 
guidelines for comparison, had no way of knowing the change heralded the 
true beginning of her conversation from an innocent young thing to a 
superbly-oriented sexual female animal. She did not try to understand the 
onset of this change, but merely acknowledged it as a fact of being, 
subconsciously according to her aunt credit for it, which made it right and 
acceptable. Somehow, in some way, the change was deeply entwined with that 
abrupt outpouring of tender emotions she had earlier felt for her aunt and 
this in itself was justification enough for its existence. 

As she lay watching Amanda suck and tug on her nipple, Karel Sutherlund was 
also aware of this change beginning in her niece, and small sounds of 
delighted surprise and approval came from her throat when Amanda snuggled 
closer and sent a hand down their naked bodies in search of her vagina. 

They lay on their sides, facing each other, and without moving otherwise 
Karel raised one long, shapely leg, placing the instep of her foot against 
the knee of the leg still on the bed to brace it. She smiled with maternal 
pride and satisfaction as Amanda's fumbling fingers found her exposed cunt 
and began an inexpert exploration of it. 

But being female herself, Amanda's inexpert fingers soon became expert, and 
before long were caressing those areas of her aunt's cunt most susceptible 
to erotic stimuli, at which Karel cooed with satisfaction and pleasure. 
Without being instructed to do so, Amanda released the nipple she tugged on, 
shifted to the other, seized the tan crown between hot lips and sucked 
vigorously. 

"Ahhh!" The explosive sigh of bliss burst from Karel's lips in a long, 
drawn-out sound. "Ahhh!" Then slowly in order to prevent a severence of 
their coupling she rolled over to her back. Her precaution was totally 
unnecessary. Amanda had no intention of being separated from her task, and 
as Karel moved into the new position she followed diligently, sucking the 
nipple and pummeling it with her tongue as she introduced a small forefinger 
into her aunt's vagina. 

Amanda was far from unaware of what she was doing, well knew her strange, 
unexpected conduct was, for Amanda Remmick, irrational and heretofore 
without precedent, and yet, to her knowledge, the English language did not 
contain sufficiently accurate superlatives to describe the wild joy she 
derived from these intimacies with her beautiful aunt. Her eyes were glazed, 
her nostrils flared with maidenly passion as she sucked the teat and sent a 
second finger to join the first inside her aunt's sex passage. 

A minute or so previously, when she was sniffing ecstatically from Amanda's 
parted twat lips, Karel had been possessed by flaming urges to tongue-ravish 
her small charge. These urges had in no wise diminished, but only 
temporarily held in abeyance by the unexpected fervor with which Amanda had 
adapted herself to the situation. 

Though somewhat surprised by her niece's abrupt metamorphosis, Karel was 
also exhilarated by it, seeing in Amanda's conduct cause to forget her 
apprehension that the girl might evolve into the sexual non-entity her 
mother had been. Sex, she sighed contentedly, was wonderful. Let it happen! 

And to Karel it was about to happen. Already the four fingers of Amanda's 
inside her were probing wonderously about and yet, paradoxically, Karel 
decided she did not want it to happen. Not like this. Orgasming within the 
next sixty seconds would have been the easiest thing she had ever done, but 
she did not want the relieving but seldom satisfying orgasm induced by 
Amanda's masturbating hand. She wanted that soul-jarring gratification that 
would come from rubbing clits with her little niece. 

"Amanda," she whispered. 

Amanda gave no heed. Only sucked harder at the teat and forced her fingers 
deeper into Karel's cunt. 

"Amanda, dear. Wait." She clasped her niece's head in both hands and gently 
forced the lips to disengage, then closed her thighs and turned her loins 
aside, forcing Amanda to extract her hand. "Let's not do it like that just 
now, huh?" she said softly. "We can do it like that later, but for now let's 
do it another way, okay?" 

Amanda did not answer immediately, but rolled away to lay looking at the 
ceiling in dazed fashion, chest heaving from the enormity of the emotional 
storm raging inside her. At last she mumbled thickly: "Do it how, Aunt 
Karel?" 

"Do you recall the position I was in when Bernie fucked me a while ago?" 

Amanda drew her knees up high toward her chin, then let her thighs fall 
apart so wide they rested on the bed. "Like this?" 

"Exactly like that." As she uttered the words Karel swung her long body over 
between Amanda's thighs, moved the pea-size switch of the vibrator in 
Amanda's twat to where it was within easy reach, then adjusted her 
golden-haired cunt till it hovered an inch above the girl's. "Now," she 
continued. "Put a hand on each side of your pussy and hold the lips of it as 
far apart as you can." 

Amanda did as directed without hesitation and Karel braced herself on one 
hand while with the other she spread her own cunt and, looking down between 
their naked bodies, eased her loins down till she felt their clits kiss. 
Then she relaxed further down against the girl beneath her, snuggled their 
bodies close, couching her loins hotly into Amanda's. 

"Now don't you move," Karel whispered into Amanda's ear. "This isn't exactly 
like when you're fucking a man-let me do the moving." 

Amanda offered no comment. In truth, it is doubtful if she could have 
articulated. The holocaust brewing inside her young breast, the raging 
inferno of restrained lust raging in her young loins held her speechless. 
But not numb. She was not insensible to what was taking place. She could 
feel, and meant to obey her aunt's instructions by not moving if she were 
able, but the wondrous pressure of Karel's clit against hers made her doubt 
her ability to do so. 

Only by a faintly-perceptible action of her ass was it discernable when 
Karel began tenderly, lovingly massaging her clitoris down against that of 
her niece. She kept her sea-green eyes on Amanda's face, knowing it was 
essential to make Amanda's orgasm perfect-reluctantly she would sacrifice 
her own if it were necessary to do this. 

Amanda did not know what her aunt was thinking, would have been little 
concerned had she known. She was far too enthralled by the breathless 
goings-on. As with Karel earlier, her belly was hot, loose, the tiny 
vibrator ensconced in her inflamed cunt an oddly-reassuring presence, and 
each fraction of movement of her aunt's searing cunt-flesh against her own 
sent tiny shocks of ecstasy coursing through her quivering body. 

Karel's gentle fuck-rhythm continued for less than a minute before a harsh, 
desperate gasp wrenched itself from Amanda's throat, and Karel, looking 
down, saw her niece's young body flush a hot pink. The time had come. She 
braced herself on an elbow, reached down to grasp the on-off switch of the 
vibrator between thumb and forefinger. She waited till Amanda's eyes started 
to roll back in her head, then pressed the switch. 

Amanda's eyes flew wide at the billion tiny prickles of goodness that burst 
into being inside her vagina. She stared at her aunt half a second in 
spellbound wonder, and the not unpleasant odor of female sex permeated the 
room as hot surges of escaping lust gushed to every part of her body. And 
then she screamed. Her folded legs shot out wide to quiver against the bed 
and her arms came up to circle Karel's body below the shoulders. At the same 
instant she began bucking her flanged cunt up against her aunt's pubic mound 
and belly with alarming force, all the while weird sounds pouring from her 
constricted throat. 

"I'M KUH-KUH-CUMING!" she wailed, raking Karel's back with her nails. "Gah! 
Gah!" 

Karel held her position as best she could, though keeping their clits in 
contact was now impossible. 

"AuntKar-Kar-Kar-!" 

"What is it, dear?" Karel murmured. 

"I'M KUH-KUH-CUMING-GAHHH!" 

Amanda's small fists smote the bed in resounding thwacks, her dark head 
lashed from side to side in paroxysms of lust, her Kim Darby features warped 
grotesquely and her soft lips formed odd, meaningless shapes from the 
massive onslaught of raw lust tearing through her. 

"Yes, dear," was Karel's only reply. Absorbed as she was with Amanda's 
victory, she neglected to serve herself. Her lower belly grew wet from the 
girl's plethoric virgin secretions, and each time Amanda flung her open 
straddle upward against the resilience of her warm flesh, it became wetter. 

Half a minute passed, yet the hurricane of lust rampaging through Amanda's 
naked little body showed no sign of diminishing. Karel gave small thought to 
the prolonged length of this display at the time, but when a full minute had 
gone by she began to wonder, and was tempted to switch the vibrator off. She 
did not, however. Instead, and without relinquishing her hold on the switch, 
she flipped to one side, freeing Amanda of her weight, and lay beside the 
girl, deriving an immense satisfaction from her niece's wild, erotic 
contortions. Had she retained any fears the child might turn out the dry, 
sexless shell her mother Helen had been, those fears would now have died the 
death. No person, regardless of upbringing, could undergo the raptures 
Amanda was at present experiencing and later decry the joys of a full sex 
life. 

The weird noises continued to bubble from Amanda's lips as she lashed and 
bucked about on the bed. A thin film of perspiration now covered her 
pink-hued body and she chewed her tongue in a mindless ecstasy, eyes 
bulging, chest pumping, belly muscles knotting and relaxing in frenzied 
spasms. Once, when her open crotch was turned in Karel's direction, Karel 
saw the child's vulva sphincter munching madly on the mini-vibrator buried 
inside it. 

And then the stunning force of the orgasm began to wane. Seconds later Karel 
switched the vibrator off and sat up on the bed, eyes on her niece. 

Amanda lay still, half-curled into a ball, breathing raggedly while the pink 
flush of her body faded to a more normal hue. She gave no sign of 
acknowledgement when Karel reached forth and with thumb and forefinger 
plucked the small mechanized penis from her lathered cunt. Karel had 
returned from washing the instrument in the bathroom, and was seated on the 
edge of the bed, before Amanda opened her eyes. In their amber depths shown 
an awesome wonder mingled with an undeniable, glorious joy. 

"Ooommmm," she sighed blissfully, turning her back. "Ooommmm." 

"Like it?" Karel smiled quietly. Her loins bumed, her womb ached for the 
hot, fluid gush of relieving orgasm, yet she felt no remorse at having 
foregone her own pleasure in order to make certain her niece enjoyed hers. 

"I-I-" A frown creased the smoothness of Amanda's brow. "I don't have the 
right words to say how much I liked it, Aunt Karel." 

Karel regarded the vibrator in her hand. "They're truly fabulous, aren't 
they? Kemp has really outdone himself this time. But wait till you get 
fucked by a real man. Like Bernie Katzman, for instance. Or Robert next 
door. Or one of the other male members of the Mercy Club." 

The faintest hint of alarm showed in Amanda's eyes. "But Aunt Karel. They 
can't stick a big thing like-like Mr. Katzman's into me. It'd tear me 
apart." Despite her apprehension, Amanda felt very cosmopolitan to be 
casually discussing the subject of her getting fucked by a man the first 
time. For some reason it made her feel very worldly and mature. 

Karel laughed warmly. "Don't worry about not being big enough to accommodate 
a prick the size of Bernie's. Or Robert's, which is even larger. Mother 
Nature has taken care of that. You won't be split apart." 

Amanda spread arms and legs wide, and arched her tummy and breasts upward, 
stretching voluptuously, aftermath of the orgasm still tingling in her 
loins. 

"Aunt Karel, what is the Mercy Club?" 

Karel hesitated, though not from reluctance to tell her niece of the very 
private and very exclusive Mercy Club-her intentions all along had been to 
reveal the Club's existence and explain its purpose unless Amanda evinced 
negative attitudes toward sex, which she had not-Karel hesitated to search 
her mind for the right words in order to place the Club in its proper 
perspective. 

"The Mercy Club," she began slowly, "is a group of men and women of varying 
ages whose basic philosophy of life is that the human animal cannot realize 
and enjoy life to the fullest extent while burdened by prolonged sexual 
hungers. We believe that thwarted or suppressed sexual desires can 
dangerously warp the individual psyche and work physical harm on the body. 
Therefore it is the duty of each member to submit and comply with the sexual 
desires of any other member at any time and place that member requests. Am I 
getting through?" 

Amanda frowned in perplexity. "You mean like Mr. Katzman? He just calls up 
and says he needs 

"That's right," Karel cut in, delight A that Amanda grasped the purpose of 
the unconventional club so readily. "He calls up and says he needs a 
quickie, a mercy fuck-that's where the Club got its name-and it's my 
obligation as a fellow member to see that he gets it. And it's his 
obligation and duty to give me a mercy fucking whenever I request it from 
him. He has. Several times. This obligation rests with each member of the 
Mercy Club. Do you understand?" 

Amanda understood all right, but it left her a bit strung out, sort of. "And 
what if half a dozen men called you up at once?" 

Karel laughed happily. "Then I'd get wonderfully gang-fucked. That has 
happened several times also." 

"Are-are you going to let me become a member of the Mercy Club?" Amanda held 
her breath, honestly not knowing whether she wanted her aunt to say yes of 
no. 

"Do you want to become a member?" 

The image of Bernie Katzman's great, thick stalk of male sex-flesh thrusting 
into her aunt's vagina less than an hour ago flashed before Amanda's mind. 
"I-I don't know, Aunt Karel." It was the best she could manage. 

"Let's let the subject lie for a while." Karel was convinced she would have 
no trouble getting her niece to agree to joining the Club, but she did not 
want to rush the child. Yet if Amanda was to enjoy a full life of a female 
she must be fucked by a man sometime. "Just keep using your little vibrator 
whenever you like, and we'll discuss your joining the Club when the time 
comes. And don't worry about the pain of your first fucking. The vibrator 
will gradually expand you, and for your initial go I'll select some fellow 
from the Club who'll be gentle with you." Then there occurred to her a 
matter she had thus far failed to consider. "But I don't want you joining 
the Club until you've become somewhat better acquainted with the various sex 
forms." 

Amanda looked a question. 

"You know," Karel continued. "Cunnilingus, fellatio, analingus-like that. 
You remember? I defined the words when we were working on your vocabulary 
this morning." 

Amanda's lovely face paled. She nodded dumbly. "I remember," she said with a 
rusty gulp, then took a deep breath to gather herself and said boldly: 

"Aunt Karel, I could never endure any man sticking a thing the size of Mr. 
Katzman's cock in my ass. It would kill me." 

"Oh, posh, silly goose. That's what everybody thinks till they've tried it. 
You'd be surprised. Many women reach an orgasm that way." 

Amanda's jaw dropped. "From being fucked in the ass?" 

"Marge McGhee does. Always. And loves it." A sudden thought shoved itself 
into the forepart of Karel's mind. "What about sucking?" She waited, breath 
suspended. With luck.... 

"I couldn't do that either, Aunt Karel." Amanda shook her head. "Not to a 
man, anyway. To a woman-I-well-I don't know." 

"To me?" Karel's voice held an odd tightness. 

"To you? Oh, to you is different, somehow." A peculiar sensation blossomed 
in Amanda's loins, then erupted into a tidy pocket of cozy lust-heat. "I-I-" 
She crimsoned prettily from the sudden realization she would not at all 
object to cunnilingus with her aunt. "With you it'd be-" 

The phone rang. 

"Yes?" Irritation edged Karel's voice as she spoke into the mouthpiece, but 
the irritation disappeared as she listened attentively, then: "Oh, Robert, 
I'd completely forgotten the matinee. I-" She glanced hurriedly at her wrist 
watch. "Good heavens! It's almost two o'clock now. I'll have to rush. I'll 
be over as soon as I shower and dress." She replaced the phone and turned to 
her niece. 

"Amanda, dear. Earlier in the week I promised Robert Mackles I'd attend a 
matinee of The Frolicsome Four today. Do you mind staying by yourself for a 
while this evening? I won't be gone long." 

Amanda successfully concealed her disappointment-her heroine-worship for her 
beautiful aunt was such she could not object to anything Karel Sutherlund 
suggested. "I don't mind at all," she lied bravely with a weak laugh. "After 
all, I have my vibrator for company. I'll occupy my time with it." 

Abruptly the too-long denied and repressed orgasm in Karel's blonde-haired 
crotch throbbed anew for expression, turning her vagina into a pulsating 
mass of fiery cunt-flesh. Quickly she stood erect, faced Amanda from the 
edge of the bed, feet wide apart. "Would you really not mind going down on 
me, dear?" Her voice was throaty with passion. 

Amanda gave her aunt a somewhat startled look, which was replaced 
immediately by an impish grin and a giggle, scooted across the bed till she 
sat on the edge, knees between her aunt's widely-spread thighs. "Show me 
how. Tell me what to do." 

Karel drew her cunt lips up and wide, exposing her throbbing clit. "Just 
suck it-I'm dying for relief. Suck it good." 

Without hesitation Amanda clasped her aunt by the buttocks from behind, 
leaned forward and captured the tiny passion spur between hot, moist lips. 

Karel started-violently. A keen hiss broke from her lips and she gnashed her 
teeth, face congesting. 

Amanda was a measure surprised that her aunt's clitoris itself had very 
little taste, though the heady musk of female sex was strong in her 
nostrils. She sucked greedily at the flaccid, buttery flesh, and less than 
half a minute passed before Karel emitted a long, low forlorn cry and sagged 
noticeably. A wild, desperate look appeared in her eyes, and she gnashed her 
teeth harder as a surplus of mature female fluids seeped from her spasming 
vagina and coursed down her shapely thighs. 

Amanda, tremendously excited by the reaction her lips and tongue produced, 
sucked harder yet, occasionally darting a pink tongue down into Karel's 
labia, and trailing fingers softly through the crack of her ass. 

And then Karel's denied orgasm roared forth into full ecstasy and she 
capitulated. She had been sucked before. Many times. By experts. But never 
before had she been sucked so soulfully or with such innocent, 
spine-cracking expertise as that being administered by her worshipful young 
niece. A piercing, non-human wail tore from her contorted lips and she 
pitched forward on the bed, Amanda's head under her pleasure mound, the girl 
still gorging on her cunt like a slyly-ravenous little beast while her long 
body wallowed in a morass of seething lust. Minutes passed before her loins 
ceased to buck and twitch, and Amanda released her clit to sit upright on 
the bed, lovely face aglow with a wondrous joy. 

"Did you like it, Aunt Karel?" she bubbled enthusiastically. "Did I do it 
right?" 

Karel managed to turn to her side, gave Amanda a soggy look, her features 
loose and heavy with satiated lust, and offered a flimsy nod. At the moment 
it was her best reply. She was weaker than cat piss. 

At last she worked her feet to the floor, struggled upright on wobbly legs, 
and made her way on carefully placed footsteps into the bathroom. God! 
Amanda was learning fast. Undeniably, the girl was a natural. 

Karel emerged from the bathroom refreshed and restored thirty minutes later 
to find Amanda curled on her side atop the bed and sound asleep, the 
mini-vibrator clutched in one hand, lovely face cast in a goofy little grin. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Amanda awakened at dusk. For a nuance her amber eyes roved about in 
puzzlement before she realized she was in her aunt's bedroom. Thoughts of 
Karel opened the floodgates of recollection and she sat erect, smiling, 
re-living each minute detail of the sex-frolic she and her aunt had shared. 
Across the dimness of the dusk-filled room she looked at her reflection in 
the dressing table mirror and smiled triumphantly. 

"I'm a woman now," she exulted aloud. "At last I'm a full-fl-edged, honest 
to goodness woman." 

Amanda's exultation would have been less pronounced had she stopped to 
consider the inaccuracy of her statement. The small fragments of sexual 
activity she had that day encountered were far too limited in depth and 
scope to convert a dewy-eyed virgin into a competent female sexual animal. 
But in her ignorance she was not aware of this, and therefore felt very much 
the sophisticated woman of the world. 

Had she been able to foresee events of the next few hours, and the shocking 
impact these events were to have on her life, this opinion of her status 
would have been markedly different. 

With an abundance of youthful exuberance she sprang from the bed and began 
capering about the room in an improvised dance, humming a popular tune of 
the day as she whirled and swayed. Caresses of the air on her naked body 
innoculated her with an immense feeling of confidence and well being, and 
she continued to dance in a sort of giddy effervescence until her eyes fell 
on the mini-vibrator lying on the bed. She picked up the fascinating little 
device as voices and gay laughter came from the direction of Robert Mackles' 
residence next door, and she remembered that Bernie Katzman, right after 
fucking her aunt, had referred to a gathering at Mackles' that evening. 

Amanda regarded the vibrator in studious absorption. How strange such a 
simple looking little gadget could give such breath-taking joy. As though 
controlled by a power outside herself, she lubricated the mechanical penis, 
went to stand in front of the mirror, cocked a leg upon the stool and eyed 
her twat thoughtfully. Without a trace of the hesitation or 
self-consciousness she would have experienced the day before, she wormed a 
finger between her vaginal lips and squirmed it into her cunt. 

"Well!" she exclaimed to her reflection in mild surprise. Though hardly 
detectable, it was nevertheless very true-her cuntal passage was a fraction 
larger than before Karel had used the vibrator on her. Very carefully she 
probed deeper into her pussy, turning the finger this way and that, 
exploring. Yes, indeed it was a fact. Her cunt was larger. But then, Karel 
had said it would be thus. She looked at the vibrator in her hand with 
critical appraisal-and sniggered impulsively. Best she use this dear little 
artificial prick frequently as possible in order to expand her vagina so as 
to comfortably accommodate the real male prick Aunt Karel had promised her 
later. 

She was about to insert the device when the sounds of voices and laughter 
from Robert Mackles' again came to her, and out of pure feminine curiosity 
she went to the window facing the Mackles home. Two couples were hurrying up 
the walk toward the house, and over the low embankment which surrounded most 
of the Mackles' basement, she saw the sharp glow of light through a narrow 
crack in the heavy drapes. An impish grin stole over her Kim Darby-like 
features. Why not? she thought. Mr. Katzman had said there would be a 
gathering of the Mercy Club tonight, and who would be the wiser if she crept 
over to observe the goings-on. And if they became the wiser, would they 
care? Amanda thought not. But Again she glanced down at the vibrator in her 
hand. Just a quickie, as Aunt Karel would say. Just one quick quickie 
orgasm, then she'd dress and go play Miss Peeping Tom. 

Amanda did not have one orgasm. She had several. Precisely how many she was 
never to know. As she had seen her aunt do that morning, she laid down on 
the bed on her back, eased the lubricated little gadget into her cunt, 
pressed the switch-and got sledge-hammered brutally low in her tummy by the 
instant explosion of a lust-bomb. Force of the unexpected blow caused her to 
fling the switch down between her knees as she herself exploded into a 
frenzy of barks, moans, sobs and deep-chested feminine grunts, thrashing and 
clawing about on the bed as she did so. 

The first onslaught of this ecstatic ordeal commenced to fade and she 
relaxed somewhat, but before she could locate the switch a second bomb 
slammed her flat against the bed, face down, and she cried out in dismay. 
The mind-staggering force of this second orgasm was of such violence and 
intensity she felt, through the swiftly successive bolts of rapture 
assaulting her body, that her senses were deserting her. And indeed they 
were. 

Unaccustomed as she was to such treatment, she had no way of coping with the 
situation, and her subconscious mind, recognizing this, was preparing to 
withdraw from reality as a defense tactic. It did not withdraw, however. Not 
completely. Only far enough to leave Amanda suspended in a rose-tinted world 
of hot, gushing ecstasy wherein she continued to moan and sob-and 
occasionally cry out wanely-and grunt in animal fashion as she, in a 
lust-saturated daze, sought in vain for the vibrator's on-off switch. 

She never found it. In a manner of speaking, it found her. She flopped to 
her back and the pea-size switch happened to be under a cheek of her ass. 
The vibrator went dead-and only then did Amanda realize she could have 
interrupted the delicious ordeal at any time by pulling the gadget from her 
cunt. With this realization came another. She had not wanted to interrupt 
the ordeal. Not really. Her fumbling attempts to do so had been engendered 
by surprise that her body had responded so promptly and in such full measure 
to the vibrator's ministrations. 

She made it to the bathroom on rubbery legs and completed the shower she had 
begun with her aunt earlier that afternoon, then went down the hall to her 
own room, where she donned a simply-cut frock that buttoned down the front. 
It was the only garment she put on. She saw no need for clothing herself 
completely when she was only sneaking next door to play Peeping Tom. 
Besides, without panties, bra and shoes it was somehow like parading in 
public with everyone else blindfolded, and made her feel deliciously 
naughty. 

A minute later she opened the back door of her aunt's house and stepped 
quietly into the darkness-and took the first step toward a horrifying 
nightmare. 

She reached the Mackles' window with the slightly parted drapes without 
event, and crouched beside the sill, heart pounding with excitement as she 
peeked into the basement. And boggled. 

Less than three feet the other side of the window a muscular, completely 
naked young man with curly red hair knelt in front of a deeply tanned, 
equally naked young woman sucking her prick. 

Amanda boggled anew. Her prick? 

For all her lack of knowledge concerning human anatomy, Amanda knew 
positively that females of the species did not possess pricks! And yet Just 
in time she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a rush of giggles, for 
the couple engaged in fellatio broke apart in hilarious laughter at their 
prankish conduct, and Amanda saw for the first time the strap around the 
tanned young woman's buttocks. It supported what her aunt had described that 
morning as a dildo, a non-mechanical device Lesbians frequently use on each 
other. Even as the couple were laughing the girl squeezed a rubber bulb held 
in one hand and the device ejaculated into her partner's face. Then, still 
laughing, they strolled off arm in arm and Amanda proceeded to study the 
rest of the basement, or what she could see of it, which, due to the 
narrowness of the opening she peeked through, was less than half. 

Even so, she saw enough to stimulate greater interest and fire her curiosity 
to a fever pitch. That morning when she, her aunt and Mr. Mackles had gone 
down into the basement to watch the erotic movie, Amanda had not seen the 
basement in its entirety, but had received the impression it was an enormous 
place. Now she realized just how correct that impression had been, for the 
size of the basement far exceeded the dimensions of the floor area covered 
by the house above it. Apparently the basement had been dug, roofed with a 
thick layer of steel re-enforced concrete, then covered with the Mackles 
lawn except for the space occupied by the house itself. 

Amanda also noted, sure enough, there was a polished dance floor and a 
swimming pool, both much larger than she had at first thought. And mirrors! 
Huge rectangular mirrors much larger than the average size door were 
everywhere. The walls were paneled with mirrors. So was the ceiling, and on 
the near side of the pool was a great weird-looking contraption with a 
multitude of jointed metal arms pointing grotesquely at all angles, each 
supporting one or more mirrors. There were other contraptions, one 
resembling the padded maternity table one found in the delivery room of 
hospitals, complete with upright supports where the mother's calves rested 
while her child was being born. Many other strange devices were present, 
none for which Amanda could see any logical purpose. 

Naked people: Singles, couples, threesomes and other combinations were 
scattered over the room, laughing, joking, horse playing, some standing, 
some lying on the floor. The two couples Amanda had seen approaching the 
house earlier frolicked in the pool, and a tall platinum blonde was on a 
large couch near the stereo, her partner a fat man. 

The fact that everyone was naked had no great effect on Amanda. 
Subconsciously, since morning, she had begun to accept nudism as a 
conditional reality. Nor was she bothered by the fact that all those she 
secretly observed were occupied. But the fact that each person there was 
occupied with one or more sex forms did affect her. It jarred her to the 
virgin depths of her little twat. Yet over and above this was the fact that 
everyone was going about it so casually. 

One couple, on the floor this side of the weird metal spider-like 
contraption with the many crazy angled arms, were fucking slowly in 
conventional position, yet on occasion they would stop, talk a moment or so, 
perhaps laugh, then continue fucking again. The platinum blonde near the 
stereo sat with her buttocks on the edge of the couch, legs sprawled wide, 
listening to music and thumbing through a magazine while the fat man knelt 
between her thighs, industriously lapping at her cunt. And at the far end of 
the big room two men, some twenty yards apart, laughed and joked back and 
forth, the one on the left screwing from behind into a girl bent over an 
easy chair, while the other lay on the floor, the girl astride his loins 
grinding her cunt down around his upright cock. These too, the two women, 
every once in a while would join in the conversation. 

Amanda raised from her crouched position and stepped back from the window, 
frowning into the darkness that had fallen in through bewilderment. It 
occurred to her that perhaps she was seeing things, that perhaps the 
gut-wrenching seizure of rapid-fire orgasms recently experienced with her 
vibrator had, somehow, ravished her mind. She brushed this idea aside 
roughly and bent to peer through the drapes again, but at once stood erect a 
second time, more baffled than ever. Could it be that she was still so 
ignorant of male-female relationships she was wrong in assuming sex should 
not be taken indifferently? Surely there was a mistake somewhere. Yet those 
in the basement were going about it as if sex were almost a drudge. That man 
on the left, for instance, over near the movie screen. He sat slouched 
forward in an overstuffed chair eating peanuts and watching a national TV 
network newscast while a stocky girl bent over his loins gobbling at his 
cock. It was all so-so uninspired. And, yes, mysterious. Something, 
somewhere, was very much out of kilter. Perhaps if she were able to overhear 
their conversations, could know what they were talking about.... 

Putting the thought to action, Amanda made her way to the front of the 
building stealthily, her intention to enter the Mackles' residence on the 
first floor, then descend the stairs and eavesdrop outside the door opening 
onto the basement. 

Amanda had no way of knowing the seeming indifference toward sex she had 
noticed among the Mercy Clubbers was merely a game they played on occasion 
to add zest to their gatherings. Yet common sense should have told her 
membership in the Club was evidence in itself of an attitude toward sex 
directly in opposition to the indifference she had observed. But in her 
ingenuousness, Amanda did not realize this. 

The stairway leading down to the basement was lighted, and Amanda had been 
standing with an ear against the closed door for five minutes, straining to 
hear what was being said inside, when the sound of rapid footsteps 
approached the head of the stairs. Amanda froze, experienced a moment of 
quiet terror at being discovered. But there was no escape as the couple, 
dressed almost identically in leather jackets, jack boots and jeans pounded 
down the stairs toward her. To her immense relief they showed no surprise at 
finding her standing outside the door. 

"Hi." The girl had a rather wide mouth and an aggressive chin, but her smile 
was warm and contagious. "I bet you're Angela Gelhorn, the new girl who's 
playing Molested Virgin for tonight." 

Amanda's only reply was a timid grin. Suddenly, desperately, she wished her 
Aunt Karel were here. 

"We're Jack and Jill Eddison," the girl went on. Then turned to her 
companion, a tall, blocky-jawed man of twenty, with fluttery laughter. 
"Remember our first time here? When I played Molested Virgin? Wow!" She 
addressed Amanda once more. "Have you banged on the door yet? You have to, 
you know. Otherwise they don't know to unlock it." 

Before Amanda could answer, Jack leaned around Jill and slugged the door 
three times with the heel of a balled fist. 

Jill gave Amanda a quick, almost startled look. "Angela, have you ever been 
told you look like-?" 

The door was opened from the inside by the young man with curly red hair 
Amanda had seen sucking the dildo. At sight of Jack and Jill Eddison a big 
smile broke across his ruddy face. 

"Jack! Jill! I was beginning to think you wouldn't show this evening." 

Amanda, standing in front of the Eddisons, found herself gently but firmly 
herded into the huge room-the bolt shooting home in the lock when the door 
closed sounded in her dismayed ears like the crash of doom. "But-but-" 

"This is Angela Gelhorn," Jill cut in. "Tonight's Molested Virgin." 

"Hello there." The red-haired man gave Amanda the same friendly, contagious 
smile she'd received from Jill, who now stood with Jack at a long clothes 
rack along the wall, rapidly undressing. "My name is Simon, but everybody 
calls me Red. Marge McGhee sponsored you, didn't she? She phoned a bit ago 
to say she couldn't make it tonight. But don't worry. Everything will go-" 
He stopped abruptly, staring hard at Amanda. "Well, I'll be goddamned. You 
wouldn't be any relation to Kim-?" He turned and shouted across the 
basement. "Hey, gang! Angela Gelhorn, the Molested Virgin for tonight is 
here. And guess who she looks like." 

Amanda watched in mounting alarm as those scattered about the huge basement 
began to discontinue their various activities, and gradually converge around 
her. Through it all she got the impression of a great, overpowering mass of 
twitching cunts, hairy, dangling testicles and boldly jutting hard-ons. Once 
she turned to flee, but a power greater than herself stopped her when she 
saw nothing but friendliness and welcome on the faces collecting about her. 
Surely these kind people meant her no harm. Perhaps.... 

Had Amanda been aware of the shocking, awful ordeal Fate held in store for 
her, she would have tried to claw her way to freedom through the solid brick 
walls of the basement. 

"My god!" a masculine voice said from somewhere in the group. "She looks 
exactly like Kim Darby. Damned if she don't. It's unbelievable!" 

A feminine voice responded. "Just wait till Bernie Katzman gets a look at 
her. " 

Jill Eddison, now naked, stepped in front of Amanda. "Let me help you off 
with your frock, Angela." 

"Here, Angela." Someone shoved a small glass of dark brown liquid under 
Amanda's nose. "Have a glass of tea." 

Amanda, mind in a whirl from the harsh, unexpected turn of events, accepted 
the tea, but before she could pull away, Jill had unbuttoned her frock and 
had it off over one shoulder. A moment later she stood stark naked under at 
least two dozen pairs of strange eyes. Without thinking, impulsively, she 
gulped the tea-then continued to gulp several times to keep from gagging. 
"What kind of tea-?" 

"Hey," said the voice of the man who had given it to her as he took the 
glass back. "That's pretty potent herb unless you're accustomed to it." 

"Mother of god," another male voice from close beside her mumbled thickly in 
honesty and admiration. "This little girl is poon, brother. Real, 
so-help-me-god candy poon." He took Amanda by the arm. "Let's me'n you get 
over there on one of the couches and fuck up a storm." 

"No!" The word cracked from Amanda's lips like the blast of a pistol. 

The dozens of eyes stared at her in dead silence, though, and paradoxically, 
Amanda was certain she saw approval on a number of the women's faces. 

"Atta girl," Jill whispered against her ear. "Play the hard-to-get bit all 
the way to the hilt. For some reason it always helps the guys get up later, 
when their hard-ons have been screwed limber." 

At this there flashed before Amanda's mind the vision of herself being 
mercilessly, viciously gang-fucked. It was too much. "No!" She wailed in 
budding terror. "I can't be fu-fucked!" Again the dead silence, but this 
time with stern and questioning looks, and her thoughts strove frantically 
for an answer and, in that strange way the human mind sometimes functions 
under stress, found it. "I-I've not been taking the Pill," she blurted. 

"Well I be goddamned," a man in the background muttered in disappointment 
and disgust. "As Shakespeare would say: That fucks that, right there.' But 
it's Club rules. No fucking unless it's agreeable to all concerned; not even 
the Molested Virgin." Anger edged his tone. "That Marge McGhee should be 
called before the Board, damn it!" The man raised his voice and called to 
Amanda. "Marge is your sponsor, isn't she Angela? Hasn't she been briefing 
you?" 

"I'm not-" Jill interrupted before Amanda could explain she was not the 
expected Angela Gelhorn. 

"Listen to me, everybody." Jill raised both arms for attention. "Everybody 
go back to what you were doing, and I'll show Angela around the clubhouse, 
okay? After that we'll take it from there, okay?" 

A swift, blessed wave of relief swept through Amanda. Apparently, and in 
accordance with Mercy Club rules, Molested Virgin or not-whatever that was, 
she was not to be fucked against her will. She stood beside Jill, and Jack 
who had just walked up, watching through blurred vision as the others fell 
in with Jill's suggestion. Jill turned to Jack and lovingly caressed the 
hard cock that angled out and upward from his loins. 

"I won't be but a minute, lover. Do you mind waiting? While I'm showing 
Angela around why not try on one of the other girls. That way you won't come 
so quickly when we do it." To Amanda she said: "He always has been the 
quickest comer I've ever seen. When I fuck I like to drag it out and savor 
each stroke-but a piece or two will simmer him down a bit." 

Inanely, Amanda stuttered: "Duh-don't you mind sharing your husband with 
other women?" 

"My husband?" Jill laughed gaily. "Jack isn't my husband, Angela. He's my 
brother. We've been playing momma and poppa since I was thirteen. Jack took 
my cherry." She draped an arm about Amanda's shoulders. "Come on. I'll show 
you around." 

Amanda shook her head sharply to clear her vision as they commenced their 
tour of the big room. Jill regarded her intently. 

"What's the matter? That tea getting to you? It will sometimes, if you're 
not used to it. But here at the Club we never make it very strong. It's 
good, though. Pure Jamaica red. One of the fellows has a supplier who brings 
it in through Mexico." 

"But tea never did effect me this way," Amanda replied, completely puzzled. 
"I drink it often at meals." 

Jill burst into laughter again. "I'm not talking about tea tea, but the tea 
you drank. It's made almost the same way, but from marijuana." 

She continued to laugh. "Did you think you drank ordinary household tea? 
Wow! That's rich. Marge didn't clue you in at all, did she?" 

At that instant, at that precise pinpoint in time, the marijuana tea she had 
drunk wrought a mysterious chemical change in Amanda's lovely young body; a 
cozy, wondrous serenity enveloped her, otherwise the reply she made to 
Jill's question would have alarmed her greatly. "No," she said. "Marge 
didn't brief me at all." The words were unhurried, spoken evenly, calmly, 
with no trace of the apprehension she had been prey to a second previously. 
Furthermore, to Amanda herself the reply seemed as fitting as a comfortable 
old shoe, for even though she was acutely conscious of the mysterious 
change, the reply seemed, in a manner she made no attempt to understand, the 
only appropriate thing to say, despite the fact she had never seen Marge 
McGhee, nor even heard of the woman before that day. 

Due to her vast lack of experience Amanda did not know one of the 
predominate characteristics of the hemp plant was that it rarely had an 
identical effect on any two individuals, especially when taken in the form 
of an extract, such as the marijuana tea. Yet had she known this it would 
have made very little difference, because another fact she was ignorant of 
is that the marijuana had, for the time being, almost taken possession of 
her mind and body. 

In view of this, Amanda was in no way surprised that she could calmly 
observe the functions going about her, functions which, twenty-four hours 
earlier, would have shocked her beyond utterance. 

"And since Marge neglected to clue me in," she continued with perfect 
equanimity to Jill Eddison, "perhaps you'll do it for me. What is this 
Molested Virgin bit I was expected to play tonight?" They were strolling 
toward the platinum blonde and her fat companion, again on the couch, as 
Amanda spoke. 

"It's a thing we girls thought up-like I said to you before, for some reason 
when a girl plays hard to get it makes the fellow want that much harder to 
get into her. See what I mean? After all, a guy can't very well fuck you 
with a limber prick, now can he? And almost always during these Club 
gatherings we come up with nary a hard-on, which sort of puts a damper on 
things. So we girls got our heads together and came up with the Molested 
Virgin thing. At first we all tried the hard-to-get routine, but that didn't 
seem to work out so well. Then we tried one girl at it and it worked out 
fine-soon we had hard cocks to play with again. I don't know why it works, 
but it has something to do with the sexual nature of the male; the way 
Nature constructed him. You see, he's a far-ranging creature, sort of, who 
likes to walk wide and crouch at the knees, and best likes to fuck the 
female who's hardest to fuck-something like that." 

"And I was supposed to have been the Molested Virgin tonight?" Amanda asked. 

"That's right. And you still are." 

"But now I won't be fucked on?" 

"Not since you don't want to be. Not since you're not on the Pill. Club 
rules strictly forbid engaging any member in coitus against their will." 

Amanda felt neither elation nor disappointment at this. Because of the 
marijuana she felt little of anything except its enveloping serenity. Slowly 
she scanned the room with her eyes. 

Erotic activities similar to those she had witnessed from outside through 
the drapes were again under way, though this time with considerable more 
enthusiasm and zest. In short, she thought blandly to herself, everybody is 
either busy fucking somebody or busy getting fucked by somebody. 

"What's this?" She indicated the weird, spider-like contraption with the 
many mirrors. 

"We call it the Octopus," Jill said, picking up a small control box at the 
end of a coiled electric cable. "Stand still and I'll show you how it 
works." She pressed several of the buttons on the control box and electric 
motors hummed quietly. The angled, jointed arms of the Octopus moved slowly, 
with the mirrors shifting this way and that crazily until one came to rest 
near the floor three feet in front of Amanda. She stared, incredulous. 

There she stood, looking at herself in the mirror, but not at a face to face 
reflection. She was looking at her back! And not only this, but a second 
image of herself faced the first from the side; for all the world it 
appeared as if her reflection were standing there talking to its second 
self. 

"Now watch." Again Jill pressed buttons, again electric motors hummed, and 
Amanda found herself looking at a close-up view of a set of male and female 
genitalia lustily engaged in erotic combat. At first she thought she was 
seeing again certain excerpts of the movie Robert Mackles had shown her and 
her aunt that morning, but on closer inspection she saw it was not the same 
couple who had performed in the film. She looked toward Jill, who stood by, 
grinning. 

"Over there," Jill said, pointing toward where the platinum blonde and the 
fat man lay on the couch. "They're the ones you see in the mirror Linda and 
Sam." 

"But ... but...." Amanda found it hard to believe. 

"It's nothing," Jill assured her. "Watch this." A third time she pressed 
buttons on the Octopus control box and there appeared before Amanda the 
reflection of a seated man's loins, his upthrusting cock being vigorously 
sucked. This time Amanda had no trouble identifying one of the persons. It 
was the tanned young woman she had seen earlier wearing the dildo. Her ripe 
lips squirmed and sucked on the cock as if she were famished. 

"Now look behind you," Jill chuckled. 

Amanda obeyed and saw Jack Eddison seated on the maternity table, contorted 
face toward the ceiling in the throes of orgasm. 

"That's Cindy doing the job on him," Jill confided. "She's the Club's best 
sucker. The boys are crazy about her. When she gets through with that 
brother of mine, he won't be such a quick comer I'll bet. 

Amanda faced the reflection in the mirror again just as Cindy took several 
long, farewell pulls on Jack's penis and stood erect, smiling triumphantly. 

"It's all done with mirrors," Jill explained. "With the Octopus you can pick 
up anything in the room." 

Amanda did not understand. "But why have such a complicated device around 
when all you need do to see anything in the place is simply walk over and 
look at it?" 

"Because the Octopus was designed not to watch others fuck, but to watch 
yourself. A lot of people like to do that, you know. Here. I'll show you." 
Jill punched more buttons, replaced the control box, took Amanda by the arm 
and led her to a far corner of the room. Close along the mirror-lined wall 
was an end-to-end arrangement of Hollywood beds. Jill pointed to one. 

"Lie down on that one." 

Amanda obeyed, and when she did so found Jill between her legs in the same 
position her Aunt Karel had taken when they were in Karel's bedroom earlier 
that day. 

"Don't worry," Jill laughed. "We aren't going to fuck. I don't go for it 
with other girls much, myself. I just want to demonstrate what the Octopus 
is capable of. Now look in that mirror there beside your head." 

Amanda turned her head, and looked directly into her own cunt, inches away. 
She was seeing their bodies as though she knelt at the foot of the bed. The 
angle of view was the same and she could see everything; the sprawled legs, 
the relaxed buttocks, and Jill's cunt resting firmly against hers. 
Ordinarily Amanda would have found the whole thing flabbergasting, even 
frightening, but under the influence of the marijuana tea it was only 
amusing. 

"See what I mean about watching yourself fuck?" Jill sprang to her feet and 
Amanda stood up. "Now I'll show you some of the other gadgets we've got." 

"I-I think I'd better go," Amanda blurted. Contact with Jill's naked flesh 
against hers suddenly pierced the insulating wall of serenity about her and 
left her oddly disturbed. 

"Go?" Jill said slowly, puzzled. She had sensed something a mite unusual 
about Angela Gelhorn when taking off the girl's frock. "But you can't go 
yet. You're the Molested Virgin for tonight." 

"But-but you yourself said no one would fuck me because I'm not on the 
Pill." 

Jill misunderstood this, and assumed Amanda had decided to leave in the 
belief she would not be able to participate in any of the group's 
activities. 

"Of course I said you would not be fucked. And you won't in the conventional 
sense, but there are other ways of coupling, and a vagina isn't the only 
thing that gets a fellow's bone up. Just hang around and play hard to get 
when the time comes. Protest like crazy; scream, struggle, fight and claw, 
cry if you can-it all makes the cheese more binding. The fellows will love 
it and so will we girls. Like I said, what good is a man with a limber cock, 
huh?" 

Confusion filled Amanda. In that inexplicable way marijuana sometimes 
effects those unaccustomed to it, the senses dulling effect of that she had 
drunk began to dissipate-rapidly. 

"I-I don't understand," she fumbled. "What do you mean 'play hard to get 
when the time comes'?" 

"Aw shucks, you know what I mean." Jill said, again taking Amanda's arm. 
"Let's finish your tour, huh? I need to be laid in a hurry." 

Some twenty minutes later the tour ended beside the maternity table on which 
Jack had sat while being serviced by Cindy. Amanda was still in a state of 
confusion, with this complicated by all the various devices she had seen. 
The canvas swing with the large hole in the bottom had greatly puzzled her 
until Jill explained how the man stretched out on the floor and the girl got 
into the swing, which was suspended from the ceiling by adjustable-tension 
springs. Then the girl simply bounced up and down on the man's cock. That's 
all there was to it. 

"It's the closest thing to an automatic fucking you'll ever get." Jill had 
told her. 

Then there was the rocky-horse, a saddle with an upright rubber penis 
affixed to the seat. The thing was bolted to a metal frame and powered by an 
electric motor. All the girl did was fit herself over the penis as she got 
into the saddle, then throw the switch. 

"Another automatic fucking gadget," according to Jill. "But not as good as 
the swing because there's no man involved. The rocky-horse, actually, is 
nothing but a glorified vibrator. Not really. But I use it sometimes." 

"And what's that for?" Amanda pointed to the maternity table. 

"That's the gang-bang table," the other girl giggled. "You just lay down on 
it, rest the calves of your legs up in those supports and the boys will take 
turn-about giving you the screwing of a lifetime. It's fabulous. I know. One 
night a few weeks ago Linda, the blonde over there, and I were the only 
girls to show up for a gathering. And there were twenty-three guys, exactly. 
Linda and I took turn-about on the table also, and did we ever get a 
fucking. Man, like wow!" 

"But those leather wrist restraints at the head of the table," Amanda asked. 
"Does any girl ever get strapped down and fucked?" 

The question so took Jill by surprise she stared blankly, then burst into 
laughter. "Wow, Angela. You're a card. A real card. What girl in the Mercy 
Club would ever have to be strapped down to be fucked? Huh? Those restraints 
just come with the table, I guess." 

Jack Eddison dashed up, hard-on waving like a war club. "Sis, I've gone 
twice. Let's us try one now, okay?" 

"Christ yes!" Jill gasped hotly and seized his rigid prick. "Angela, just 
make yourself comfortable. You'll be getting plenty of attention before 
long." As she spoke she pulled Jack by the cock toward the row of Hollywood 
beds along the wall. 

Amanda froze in place, stood there transfixed as she surfaced from the 
senses-dulling effects of the marijuana completely and returned to the harsh 
realities of her situation-a relatively innocent young and beautiful young 
virgin amongst a group of aggressive, rut-minded strangers. "My god," she 
muttered to herself. "I've got to get out of this place at once." 

Escape was not to be. Cruel Fate had decreed otherwise for Amanda Remmick, a 
fact she began to suspect when Red jumped in front of her as she headed for 
the stairs. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Hey, Angela, where're you going? Why don't you and I start playing about 
before I run out of steam, huh?" His ruddy face was wrinkled by a huge, 
friendly grin. 

"I'm going home," Amanda gasped in surprise and alarm. "And my name isn't 
Angela." 

"Really." Red laughed happily. "Then what is it?" 

"It's Amanda Remmick and-" 

Red grasped her quickly by the rib cage with both hands and tossed her 
effortlessly into the air. On descending Amanda clutched outward blindly. 
Her arms circled his neck as her thighs clasped him about the waist. 

"Oh! Oh!" She fought to free herself quickly, the bald knob of his up-angled 
cock poking her firmly in that small area between vagina and anus. "Oh!" She 
wrenched free and stepped backward. "You-you-fiend!" 

"By jingo!" Red chuckled in approval as others of the gathering, male and 
female a-like, began to collect around them. "You're going about this 
hard-to-get business with a vengeance, aren't you?" 

"Don't you dare touch me!" Amanda stormed. 

"Atta girl, Angela," someone called. "Fight like hell. The thornier the 
berry bush the sweeter grow the berries and all that crap." 

"Eeeek!" Amanda squealed from the goose in the ass, shot forward to land 
belly to belly with the grinning Red. Titters of mirth and enjoyment raised 
from the group as she shoved herself from Red a second time-but not before 
he dipped a hand and guided his hard cock toward the dark triangle at the 
apex of her thighs. She did not escape his gentle hunch. The nub of his cock 
managed to penetrate the top of her cunt-lips, and a hotness flashed over 
her body. She disregarded the sensation and cast hurriedly about, seeking a 
pathway to freedom. She found none. There was none. Apprehension raised 
chill bumps on her naked flesh. Dear god! What nightmare was this? 

Two hands seized her elbows from behind and pressed them together, the act 
forcing her plump little breasts up and out. Red was on his knees in a 
thrice, capped a pinkish nipple with hot lips. 

"Ooommm!" Amanda could not restrain this ejaculation to the good sensations. 
And when Red began to suck insistently, fingers toying with her twat, she 
gasped wildly. "Gah! Gah!" 

The hands gripping her elbows pulled her free of the maddening lips and 
guided her toward the maternity table. 

"No!" Amanda could not prevent visions of her being brutally gang-fucked 
from pouring through her mind. "No! Not that!" 

Someone chuckled heartily in admiration-to Amanda an evil, hellish sound-and 
said: "This little Angela-poon is a real actress. You'd almost think her 
protests were sincere." 

"Let me take her elbows," Amanda heard Red say, and the grip on her arms 
changed. 

"No!" she gritted desperately as they neared the padded maternity table. "I 
won't get up on that! You can't make me get up on it!" 

"Who wants you to get on it?" Red asked inoffensively as he steered her 
through the others. "We only want you to bend over it." 

A second later that was precisely the position Amanda held-bent over the 
table, loins tightly against one side, head sticking out over the edge of 
the other. Then she heard the faint hum of electric motors and two of the 
Octopus' large mirrors came to rest a yard in front of her face. One mirror 
showed her from behind, Red holding her hands up between her shoulder 
blades, his rigid cock pointing toward the cleavage of her defenseless 
buttocks. The other mirror gave a graphic close-up of Jack and Jill on the 
Hollywood bed. 

For a nuance Amanda forgot her predicament, and her heart skipped a beat at 
sight of Jill lying spread-eagled on the bed, head rolling back and forth, 
face contorted with ecstasy. Jack knelt between Jill's widely flung thighs 
running his moist tongue up and down her naked body. Very determinedly he 
sucked her heaving breasts to quivering hardness as Amanda watched, then 
began tracing his lips in a hot path down over the flat plane of her tummy 
to the inner surfaces of her thighs. Jill writhed and started under his 
caresses like a woman possessed, her fingers curling tightly in her 
brother's hair to pull his greedy lips deeper into her tingling flesh. 

Even had Amanda not been held in Red's firm grip, she could not have moved. 
The two on the Hollywood bed held her spellbound. When she tried to blot the 
shocking reflection from her mind she failed-the lewd spectacle mesmerized 
her. She had to watch, found herself unable not to watch the man tinkering 
and sucking on the naked, squirming flesh of his lust inflamed sister. 

Jill's mouth hung open in ecstatic rapture, her glassy, sex-glazed eyes 
stared upward at nothing as Jack positioned himself above her rapidly 
pumping belly. His hands pressed down on the smooth skin and his thumbs 
bracketed the hairy flanges of her pussy's lips. Amanda gasped in disgust 
when the thumbs moved apart slowly, parting the bristly pubic hair and 
exposing the moist pink slit of Jill's vagina for all the onlookers to ogle. 

How vulgar! Amanda thought in a surge of pity for Jill. How vilely obscene, 
filthy and loathsome. Her dear departed mother had been right. Sex was a 
thing to be shunned above all. 

Yet Amanda did not remove her transfixed gaze from the dainty bud of Jill's 
clitoris, which was clearly visible and throbbing wildly above the stretched 
elastic cuntal opening. 

Jack's head dipped, his long wet tongue snaked out to flick teasingly at the 
quivering little peak of raw nerves at the top of Jill's slit. Jill's body 
jerked spastically when the electric-shock contact was made and her legs 
seized her brother's head, her soft thighs imprisoning it. Then her lush 
hips began to slow up and down rhythm in tempo to the probings of Jack's 
salivating tongue. Soft mewls of animal pleasure came from between her 
clenched teeth, and she was caught in a fit of mindless lust, her torso 
writhing like a wounded snake's. 

To the watching Amanda, sex with her beautiful Aunt Karel or the 
mini-vibrator was one thing, but this was entirely something else, something 
with a grisly difference she could not define. She continued to gape, 
stunned, as Jill twisted lustfully from the depraved sucking at her pussy. 
Gorge stirred greasily in the pit of her stomach. As best she could from her 
awkward, bent-over position, she threw a fearful glance around at the Mercy 
Clubbers about the table. A tiny chill coursed up her spine. They were not 
watching the revolting antics of Jack and Jill Eddison. They were watching 
her! Yet there was nothing malicious or sadistic on their faces-only keen 
interest and anticipation. 

The tiny chill swept over Amanda's entire body. Her insides knotted in fear. 
Perhaps she had inadvertently fallen into the hands of the benevolently 
insane. 

"Mercy!" she bleated timidly. "Have mercy!" 

"Haw!" The coarse male guffaw came from the outer edge of the group. "What 
besides mercy could you expect from the Mercy Club?" 

In order to at least temporarily divorce herself from her shameful 
situation, Amanda forced her eyes once again to the mirror reflecting the 
scene on the Hollywood bed, where Jill squirmed in lewd surrender to the 
mouth and lips glued to her cunt. The Eddison girl's loins undulated under 
the obscene attack-and unknowingly, involuntarily, Amanda commenced to 
squirm her own loins against the edge of the table in unison with Jill's 
movements. 

Red still held Amanda's arms behind her back, though not as tightly as 
before, and now he inched forward, bringing their bodies so close the 
up-angling stalk of his rigid sex-meat lay lightly within the cleavage of 
her tightened buttocks. His free hand stroked the satiny flesh of her back 
and sides soothingly, and occasionally he would pat her affectionately, like 
a stockman quieting a skittish filly on her first trip to the stud. Then he 
leaned forward into Amanda's ear, his grip on her wrists relaxing. 

"Come up on your elbows if you like," he whispered. "You'll be more 
comfortable." 

Without actually realizing she did so, Amanda responded at once, though when 
she tried to straighten all the way erect, the palm of a hand between her 
shoulders forbade it, and she went to her elbows, still watching Jack and 
Jill in wide-eyed absorption, not aware that she had squirmed her rear 
against Red's hard cock. 

On the Hollywood bed, Jack's lips left his sister's panting cunt and began 
worming their way up her trembling body. The lips worked their way upward 
slowly, pausing on occasion when Jack's tongue would dart out to torture 
some sensitive spot, at which Jill would sob and gnash her teeth in ecstatic 
fervor. It was then that Amanda first noticed Jack's thick cock jutting from 
his crotch. Oddly, it reminded her of the snout of some evil cannon 
protruding from autumn-browned foliage and lying in ambush. Amanda thought 
Jack was preparing to sink his gaff into his sister's seething belly, but 
she was mistaken. 

Instead, Jack moved slowly on his knees up over Jill's tremulous body till 
he straddled her breasts. Bulges of his ass squeezed into view as he sank 
down on his sister's teats, thick, rigid cock straight out from his belly, 
the purplish, blood-bloated head scant inches from Jill's gaping mouth. He 
reached a hand behind him, sunk the largest finger deep between Jill's wide 
open legs, and skewered it into the moistness of her cunt all the way. Jill 
jerked as he rotated it around, teasing the sensitive flesh of her 
inner-cunt until she gasped raggedly in absolute surrender to this 
lascivious plundering of her body. 

Once Amanda imagined Jill attempted to squirm away from this teasing 
torture, but Jack's weight across her lush teats kept her pinned to the bed. 
She was completely at his mercy and Jack's grin, to Amanda at least, was 
lewdly sadistic as he reached down with his free hand, grasped his cock and 
rubbed the underside of the glans in slow swipes across her parted lips. 
Jill's tongue came out hungrily, licking at the small opening in the head. A 
thin string of semen seeping from it briefly bridged her mouth and she 
strained upward, the cords of her neck standing out, trying to capture the 
elusive cock in her mouth. But Jack kept it just out of reach, allowing only 
the tip of her tongue to lick the underside of the semen-drenched ridge 
beneath. Jill grunted and strained till Amanda felt certain the girl would 
burst a vein. 

Unaware of her response to the erotic scene she witnessed, Amanda's breath 
came in rhythm with Jill's gasps after her brother's cock. Had Amanda been 
able to analyze the reason for these responses, she would have discovered 
that the subconscious yearnings of her vibrantly alive, healthy, sex-hungry 
young body were in opposition to her emotionalized opinion of her immediate 
situation. In short, she mentally abhorred the circumstances of the moment 
but, in compliance with the laws of Nature, her physical self was feverishly 
anxious for a first fucking. 

And so, when pressure of the hand between her shoulders lifted, and Red drew 
her up and back to bring their naked bodies in fleshy contact, her mind 
cried out in protest, yet her body accepted willingly. Red kept the forearm 
about her just under the overhang of her ripe little breasts, while his 
other hand trailed a soft, teasing path down over her belly toward her 
pussy. Her body quivered, reacting of its own accord, as his fingers combed 
gently through the strands of pubic fleece rising from the vee of her 
straddle. The hand curled downward into the hot, moist cranny between her 
legs, and a finger brushing her clit brought the tiny spur to throbbing 
awareness. 

Amanda stiffened her loins as the hand curled further down into her crotch, 
parted the soft lips of her vagina and began to tease around in her labia. 
She gasped once, and flinched, yet made no other protest. In truth, when she 
flinched she shifted her body's weight, automatically spreading her feet 
further apart, thereby giving Red's impudent hand greater access to her 
cunt. 

The rigid hugeness of his cock now pressed deep into the crevice of her ass, 
throbbing as though from a life of its own. Amanda pushed her buttocks back 
against the roll of male sex-meat. 

Suddenly, from the Hollywood bed, a deep, gurgling sound came from Jill's 
throat as Jack pulled her head up off the mattress and rammed the 
glistening, turgid head of his cock between her slack lips. Amanda held her 
breath, positive Jill would strangle from the sheer mass of the hard prick 
searching for her gullet. But Jill did not strangle. Instead, she spread her 
jaws hungrily and began gobbling on her brother's cock as though she had 
waited a lifetime for the moment. 

Jack leaned forward, braced himself on stiff arms and commenced a vigorous, 
small-hunch fucking into his sister's mouth. Jill's cheeks hollowed and 
expanded obscenely with each rapid in-and out-stroke. Her eyes were glazed 
with a wild, ecstatic sheen of animal lust the spellbound Amanda could never 
have imagined. The raw brutality of it brought a moan from her throat, and 
her pink tongue darted out nervously to moisten her own lips as something 
inside her loins relaxed and grew wonderously warm as she felt the release 
of her juices. They flowed down their sensitive passage toward the opening 
of her cunt, the volume of them drenching Red's invading hand with sticky 
fluid. 

Red could not ignore nor be unaffected by the thick, veined tube of 
fuck-flesh pumping into Jill's mouth, and Amanda could feel his cock jerking 
excitedly in the cranny of her buttocks as he bent close to her ear. 

"Lean forward over the table again," he whispered. "I'll run my rod in up 
against your wooly-booger." 

The request shook Amanda. "No!" she gasped over her shoulder. "I can't! I 
told you I'm not on the Pill." 

"Don't worry," Red insisted quietly. "I'm not going to put it in, but just 
let the top of it lay up inside the lips." 

The vulgar proposal excited Amanda strangely, albeit against her conscious 
will, and she groaned in surrender but obeyed. Her muscles felt like rubber 
and she pitched, rather than bent, down onto the padded, plastic top of the 
table. She shuddered from a wave of self-condemnation, from the pleasurable 
tingles of Red's fingers as he drew apart the fleshy folds of her pussy and 
eased forward, bringing the top of his pulsating penis lengthwise through 
the equally pulsating flesh of her vagina. 

Quickly she darted a hand down around and under the table to her pleasure 
mound, felt the blunt nub of Red's cock sticking out beyond the hair, the 
shoulder of the glans pressing up against her clit, then jerked the hand 
back as though seared by flame-it was the very first male sex organ her 
fingers had ever touched. The fact jolted her. His cock was so ... so . ... 
She threw a swift look to those gathered around the table, could still 
detect nothing from the expressions but sincere interest and anticipation. 

A cool rush of air hit her backside as Red thumbed apart the mounds of her 
ass. Amanda flushed a deep crimson in shame. Her whole posterior was exposed 
to him and the others, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about 
it. Nor any point in thinking she could. She was trapped, helpless, at bay, 
and, since she had been assured she was not to be fucked, would not be 
divested of her virginity by some big prick that split her apart at the same 
time, in her shame and humiliation she grimly resolved to endure the obscene 
liberty-taking with her body as best she could. Let them fondle her, play 
with her, excite her to the point of insanity so long as none of the men 
inserted his vile instrument into her vagina and spewed forth his filth. 

It did not occur to Amanda that her flesh might not be in full accord with 
this grim resolution her mind had made, that her flesh might forsake her, 
betray her as she stood naked and bent over a table before strangers. 

Without warning Red withdrew his cock from between the flanges of her twat 
and dropped to his knees, facing her trembling buttocks. Amanda stared so 
hard her eyes ached into the other Octopus mirror. She could see everything! 
Feel and see as Red placed his palms on the cheeks of her ass and spread 
them with his thumbs in the manner a man might separate into halves a peeled 
orange. 

Sight of her own anus in the mirror rendered Amanda dumb-struck, froze her, 
and she boggled, slack-jawed, as Red held apart her buttocks and eyed her 
tiny pucker with tender affection. Of its own volition her anus blinked in 
angry protest at the untoward intrusion. Amanda shoved herself erect, or 
tried to, but a hand between her shoulders caught her and pressed her back 
down to the table, mashing her breasts against the surface. Quick fear 
seized her anew and she swung her head sideways and up as best she could, 
and looked squarely into the crystal blue eyes of Linda, the platinum 
blonde. 

"What is Red up to?" she pleaded. "Please help me. 

Linda smiled fetchingly and gave Amanda a huge, knowing wink, as if they 
shared a naughty conspiracy. Then she leaned forward to whisper: "You're 
doing great, Angela. The Molested Virgin role is perfect for you. Keep up 
the good work." 

Since entering the Mackles' basement, since joining the Mercy Clubbers, the 
gravity of her situation struck Amanda with full impact, and the fear that 
had seized her but a moment ago multiplied in intensity. No matter what she 
said, these people would not believe her! No matter how hard she protested 
they would only think she was pretending as an embellishment to her unwanted 
and not understood role of Molested Virgin. The fear began to develop into 
raw terror; the agonizing, horrifying phase of her nightmare was about to 
begin. 

In the mirror Amanda saw Red's curly head come forward toward her buttocks. 
She started violently when his tongue came out to lick moistly down the 
entire length of her cleavage, pausing only to dart a gentle blow at her 
tightly gripped rosebud. Then he began to lick in earnest. 

"Oh, dear god!" Amanda groaned in feverish distress. "What's happening to 
me?" Her eyes clinched tight as the tantalizing licking spread delicious 
sensations over her body, teasing her like a sadistic demon from Hell 
itself. She quivered against her will, quivered and inched imperceptibly 
back against the maddening, sensuous tongue, screwing her buttocks in small 
circles against the raging madness of the raping tongue. Never had she felt 
anything like it, neither from her mini-vibrator nor from her Aunt Karel. It 
was different, somehow it was delightfully wicked, and it consumed the whole 
of her being so completely for the moment there was nothing else in all the 
world but the lashing tongue licking at her from behind. 

"Here, Red," a feminine voice said. "You better let me fix you up." 

Amanda forced her eyes open and saw the tanned girl who had worn the dildo 
standing beside Red, a tube of Preparation H, with applicator attached, in 
one hand. Into the other she squeezed a large glob of the ointment and began 
smearing it over Red's rigid root. Wondering, Amanda looked away in 
revulsion, made her gaze focus on the mirror showing Jack and Jill's 
reflection. 

Jack now stood beside the Hollywood bed and Jill sat on the edge, only a 
scant inch of her brother's cock showing. The remainder was buried in her 
mouth and throat. She gobbled greedily at it, rolling her head this way and 
that, from Jack's ecstatic expression giving him the head-fuck of the 
century. As for Jill's expression; her eyes were glazed, out of focus, the 
flesh of her face slack and loose. As Amanda watched, Jack shivered 
mightily, did an insane sort of in-place jiggle, pawing the air in helpless 
submission as Jill clutched him close by the cheeks of the ass, contents of 
his disgorging cock overflowing at the corners of her mouth and dribbling 
down over her chin to drip on her out-thrusting teats below. Then Jack 
simmered down, sagged like a balloon with a bad leak as Jill wiped yang from 
chin and chest with a corner of the sheet. 

Revulsion thickened in Amanda. Her horrified eyes changed to the other 
mirror, the one showing her behind, and she gaped in perplexity, wondering 
what was afoot. Cindy was greasing Red's thick, obscene prick carefully with 
the Preparation H, and the terror that had been gathering in Amanda's young 
breast grew tighter. 

"Wha-what are you going to do?" she wailed in distress. "You said I wouldn't 
be fucked. You promised!" 

The answering voice came from Linda directly in front of her. "But the 
promise extends only to conventional coitus, Angela. To keep you from 
getting knocked up. It did not cover fellatio, cunnilingus or anal-coitus. 
Didn't Marge tell you?" 

Even though the sex-form words used by Linda had been defined by her Aunt 
Karel that morning, they were still comparatively recent to Amanda's 
vocabulary and she was some seconds sorting and identifying each. When her 
mind grasped the full import of the blonde girl's words she commenced to 
struggle desperately. 

"Hold her," Red said quickly. "Hold her legs and keep her head down." 

Hands grasped Amanda's ankles, drawing her legs apart. Another yoked across 
the back of her neck, preventing her from lifting her head or seeing little 
but the reflection in the glass. 

Linda wiped her hands on some tissue and gave the tube of Preparation H to 
Red. "Here. You grease Angela. I suppose you're to fuck her first." 

"I sure am," Red chuckled lustfully. 

Amanda gasped, dry mouthed, into the mirror, seeing and hearing but trying 
not to believe. 

"Hold her steady now." Again Red squatted close to Amanda's buttocks, this 
time for an entirely different purpose. He pulled aside one cheek of her 
ass, inserted the tube of ointment's applicator into her anus, and squeezed. 

Amanda flinched violently as the greased nozzle of the applicator slid 
smoothly into her asshole, flinched again and gripped her anal sphincter 
tightly in protest as a cool presence from the ointment just beyond the 
opening of her nether throat. A chilly horror gushed over her restrained 
body. 

They were going to fuck her in the ass! "No!" she screamed wildly. "God have 
mercy, no!" 

"Easy now, Miss Molested Virgin," Red grinned, his ruddy face loose and full 
with quivering lust. Again with his thumbs he spread the mounds of her 
buttocks, looking down at the desperately clenched, little tannish pucker 
nestling there between. With a forefinger he smeared the external surplus of 
ointment over the pucker, then gently pushed the first joint of the finger 
into it. 

At this brutal invasion of her most secret, sensitive parts a horrendous 
shriek of mortal terror tore from Amanda's lips, and she flailed her head 
wildly from side to side in agonized protest as Red eased the remainder of 
the finger into her anus and began to worm it about slowly. 

"No-God! No-God! No-God! No-God!" At this piteous plea, murmurs of 
appreciation and approval came from those surrounding the maternity table. 
Dimly, through a whirling haze of escaping reality, Amanda caught fragments 
of conversation: 

"She's a perfect Molested Virgin. My cock is harder'n flint and...." 

"She's the best this Club has ever had. When...." 

"You'd think she was sincere in her protests. That they were the real thing. 
Always before...." 

"Bernie Katzman and Marge McGhee have teamed up to pull a whizzer on us. 
Angela Gelhorn is a professional actress if I've ever seen one, and...." 

"Yeah. And her looks, too. A living doll; pure candy poon. You don't see 
beauties like her floating around Hollywood and up for grabs. The...." 

"Right! I'll gamble Bernie's got her on contract. His scouts have been 
searching for someone to replace Cheri Hays whenever he finishes Can-Can 
Tilly. I'll bet...." 

Through all these snatches of dialogue Amanda cringed and squirmed her loins 
into the edge of the table in desperate but despairing effort to free 
herself of the invading finger worming around in the rubbery depths of her 
colon. Then there were two fingers! She shrieked again, fought harder, but 
the grips on her ankles and wrists remained firm and steady. 

"Hoof! Gnpht! Hutt!" The inarticulate sounds machine-gunned from Amanda's 
parched throat as the two fingers in her asshole commenced moving quickly 
from side to side in determined combat with the tension of her anal 
sphincter. Very gradually this tension lost the battle and dissolved, and on 
her life Amanda could do nothing to prevent it. Seconds later her anus was 
an unresisting opening in her rectum. It was at this point Red withdrew his 
fingers. 

Amanda almost wept with relief, foolishly thinking her tormenting 
humiliation about to end when, in fact, it was only about to begin. She 
realized this somewhat when she saw Red depress the boom of his long, thick 
cock and aim the bloated, obscene head of the grisly torture instrument at a 
target between her defenseless buttocks. 

"No-God! No-God!" 

This grunted cry of protest burned in her brain like a brand. Strangely 
hypnotized by the possibility of her impending demise, Amanda stared in 
bulge-eyed horror as she felt the throbbing end of the bald prick ooze 
smoothly between the sidewalk of her lubricated buttocks and come 
confidently to rest against the relaxed circle of her anal flesh. Vainly she 
strove to tighten her asshole in defense, but succeeded hardly at all. 

Blood pounding through her ears created an enormous sound resembling the 
measured rumble of distant thunder, and against the plastic covering of the 
padded maternity table her struggling, naked young body was slick with 
sweat. Behind her, for a third time, Red, looking down, eyes avid in lustful 
absorption, thumbed apart the halves of her helpless buttocks, adjusted his 
stance by extending the distance between his feet, and leaned slightly 
forward. Due to the height of the table on which Amanda was held, the move 
brought the axis of his cock in direct line with the center of her 
descending colon. The glistening end of the pulsating prick rested snugly 
against the asshole it was about to ravish, and Red breathed deeply in 
effort to maintain his self-control. With all the lubricant used, and with 
all the time spent in getting the girl to relax her ass, he could still 
injure her through unnecessary haste. 

And so, with immaculate caution, he gave a careful forward flick of his 
loins. The glans of his prick popped inside Amanda's asshole with no trouble 
at all. 

This was too much for the innocent young girl broke over the table. During 
that tiny fraction of time it took Red to gain penetration, Amanda Grace 
Remmick's world as she had theretofore known it collapsed, came crashing 
down about her with a mighty shattering of concepts, precedents and human 
values. She did not go mad, did not lose contact with reality completely, 
but this sudden destruction of her girlish perspectives caused her mind to 
waver dangerously close to insanity. Her world rocked crazily from the 
devastating blow, like a small skiff in a raging hurricane, her mind spun 
temporarily out of control and, outwardly at least, she evinced all the 
violent symptoms and manifestations of a person evolving from the 
rationality of sanity to the murky grayness of stark madness. Paradoxically, 
due to the unique circumstances surrounding the matter, neither Amanda nor 
those observing, nor the red-haired young man involved with the act of 
impaling her, were aware of this. 

To those of the Mercy Club standing around the table, they were witness to 
the bravura performance of by far the most accomplished Molested Virgin any 
had ever had the privilege of seeing. To the well-muscled young man with 
curly red hair; he was about to get the most nearly perfect piece of 
round-eye of his twenty-one years. And to Amanda, unwilling victim of the 
macabre farce; she was about to die, faced death in the most humiliating, 
degrading, despicable manner the human mind could imagine-death from a hard 
male cock driven without mercy up her ass. Again, it was too much. 

As Red clasped her hips lightly and pushed a tiny fraction of his rigid meat 
deeper into her flesh, searing roils of liquid agony swirled through 
Amanda's tender young body, and she screamed. But the packed, expanded ring 
of muscle that was her asshole had suddenly become an engulfing ring of 
blinding pain that chopped the scream short in her throat. She strangled on 
it. Her amber eyes bulged wildly, protruded dangerously from their sockets, 
great blood vessels hammered on her swollen neck and her lovely face fused a 
deep, dull crimson as she fought against the pain with maniacal strength and 
fury. But the great fleshy ram of hot flesh oozing like slow death up into 
her bowels never paused. Then she caught her breath and screamed anew, this 
time without interruption. 

The hoarse, guttural cry of the forsaken, mortally wounded poured from her 
throat in ugly, knotty ropes of sound, flooding the huge basement with a 
certain quality of fiendish terror that bounced from the ceiling and floor 
and ricocheted off the walls in mindless protest at the excruciating agony 
of her inhuman ravishment.. 

"Mercy-God! Mercy-sweet-mother-of-God!" 

She screamed again, again and again, the sounds subtly adopting a different 
timbre, carried eerie overtones of sonic proportions that caused the 
onlookers to shake their heads in unfeigned admiration and delighted 
approval. But Amanda was not aware of their reaction to her pleas for 
succor. She was aware of aught save the blistering agony engendered by the 
thick, demanding prick pressing ever onward into the unviolated recesses of 
her rectum. Once she felt the overpowering urge to expel gas. Another time 
she knew positively her bowels would move. Both of these fleeting sensations 
were mere fantasy. Her anal channel was so tightly packed with hungry male 
sex-flesh she could scarcely breathe, let alone evacuate. 

"Aaahhh!" The voluptuous sigh of achievement came from Red's parted lips and 
Amanda, in a moment of startling clarity, saw in the mirror that the entire 
mass of his great and terrible engine of destruction was rigidly, tightly 
ensconced to the ultimate hilt in her asshole. Over and above the numbing 
agony of his penetration, she felt the tiny prickles from his bristly 
cock-hair against the sensitive surface of her nether flesh. 

Again Amanda's sanity staggered badly, almost crossed that invisible, 
intangible line dividing the sane from the insane. Her face lost all 
expression, went wooden, became dead looking, and from her throat there 
commenced to issue a steady, non-varying stream of mindless, piggish 
grunt-squeals, the epitome of co-mingled horror, pain and acid-biting shame. 
Her facial muscles never moved from the grunt-squeals, and they came from 
her lips with no change in intensity or pitch as Red partially withdrew his 
turgid root from the clamping pressures of her tortured anus and began 
fucking into her with delicate expertise. Strangely, this very action halted 
Amanda's wild plunge toward madness and led her senses back to the more 
definite aspects of reality. 

She whined like a tormented dog from the tube of fire her asshole had 
become, whined and whimpered in dumb acceptance of the thoughtless misery 
inflicted upon her, not realizing the pain caused by her assault was now 
considerably less than it had been at the onset. A deep, timorous breath 
shook her bodily when she became aware that the restraining hands no longer 
held her, and she stared into the mirror at the drawn, harrowed, 
tear-stained countenance she knew as that belonging to Amanda Grace Remmick 
as if it were as much the face of a stranger as those gathered about her. 
And all the while Red's thick greasy prick continued to piston smoothly, 
sweetly in and out of her burning, greasy asshole. 

Though the biting agony of the prick's industry had lessened to a dull, 
brutish ache, Amanda was still not aware of this lessening. Even had the 
raping been painless there would still be the suffocating shame of being 
stripped naked against her will, stretched across a table and casually 
fucked in the ass before an audience. 

A harsh gasp of raw lust running amok raked her ears, and once again her 
eyes found the man with his meat buried in her body. His face was swollen 
with blazing passion, and even as Amanda boggled at the mirror he snorted 
wildly, stiffened, and his huge cock grew more slippery inside her from the 
plethoric charge of vileness it disgorged into her bowels. 

Suddenly she wanted to die. Moments ago she had been afraid she would. Now 
she desperately feared she would not. If The heavy thumping of a fist on the 
basement sounded loudly. Jill Eddison, still seated on the Hollywood bed and 
nearest the door, rose and opened it. 

"Hi." The girl, who spoke as she breezed in, had a fresh vivacious look and 
wore an electric green pants suit-which she began removing at once. 

A sudden fearful hush settled over the assemblage at the table. Red 
retreated a step, hauling his cock from Amanda's rectum and she whimpered 
piteously from a relief so tremendous it was painful, a bit dazed at 
discovering herself alive. 

"I would have been here earlier," the newcomer continued chattily. "But I 
waited on Marge. Then she called to say she couldn't make it, but for me to 
come on anyway. And on top of that I had a flat. Luckily I was near a 
filling station." 

"You were to come with Marge McGhee?" Jill's voice had a strange, unnatural 
quality. "Wha-what is your name?" 

The girl, now almost naked, looked startled. "Didn't you expect me? Didn't 
Marge phone to say she couldn't come? I'm Angela Gelhorn, the Molested 
Virgin for tonight." 

A sharp gasp of dismay and self-condemnation went up from the group. 
Stunned, Red farted violently. But he recovered at once, stepped quickly to 
the table and helped a trembling Amanda to stand erect on wobbly legs. 

"Little girl, there's been a terrible, tragic mistake." Red's voice shook 
with honest repentance and remorse. "How will you ever be able to forgive-?" 

Amanda spat viciously in his face. Swifter than a striking cat her hand 
lashed out and down to leave four bloody streaks along the length of his 
stillhard cock. It wilted instantly. Jill came to where Amanda stood, put a 
sisterly arm around her shoulders. 

"What is your name dear?" 

"The same it's always been!" Scalding tears welled afresh in Amanda's eyes. 
"Amanda Remmick!" 

"Where are you from-where do you live?" 

"Next door! With my Aunt Karel Sutherlund!" Amanda let the tears stream 
freely, made no effort to suppress them. 

"Holy Jesus," a man's subdued voice said. "Karel will have our hides for 
this." 

"No she won't. Not everyone's. Only mine. This was all my fault." Red's 
voice shook with remorse as he faced Amanda. "She told me her name was 
Amanda Remmick, only I wouldn't believe her. I thought it was part of her 
ruse as the Molested Virgin. I'll go to Karel in the morning with the whole 
story." He took a deep breath, ruddy face cast in lines of gnawing 
self-abasement. "Amanda, you can't know how sorry-" 

"Sorry?" Amanda screeched, a fierce rage springing alive in her breast. 
"Sorry? you red-hairy sonofabitch! You get me in here, strip me naked, hold 
me over a table and stuff your vile thing up my ass, and you're sorry?" 
Tears blurred her amber eyes as she swept them over the group. "My mother 
was right! You're nothing but vilely obscene animals, filthy and 
loathsome-the lot of you!" 

No sound was made nor word uttered as she hobbled painfully to the clothes 
rack, retrieved her frock and hobbled, more painfully than ever, slowly up 
the stairs. 

She was fortunate in reaching her bedroom at her Aunt Karel's house before 
shock overcame her. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Three hours later Karel Sutherlund returned from her date with Robert 
Mackles. Fifteen minutes after her arrival Mackles phoned her a detailed 
account of Amanda's misadventure. It was a commentary on an understanding of 
life in general and the idiosyncrasies of human relations in particular that 
she did not show hysteria. This is not to say the news did not alarm Karel. 
It did. And deeply. Yet she was not nearly so concerned with any physical 
damage done her niece. Amanda was young and healthy, her body would heal 
swiftly. But to one of Amanda's innocence and background, casual anal-rape 
could have dire traumatic consequences. 

It was best, Karel reasoned, to treat the incident as if it were not an 
exceptionally uncommon happening. In short, she decided to play it down, to 
spoof it, to pretend that it was really something not very far outside the 
ordinary. 

With this in mind, following her phone conversation with Mackles, she took a 
sleeping pill from the medicine cabinet of her bathroom and, along with a 
glass of water, made her way down the hall to Amanda's room. 

Amanda lay straight as a stick on the bed, which was still cluttered with 
her new clothes. Her hands were folded as though in death just below the 
twin mounds of her breasts, and her face was wooden, without expression, and 
the eyes she fixed on the ceiling held a dead, vacant stare. 

Karel forced herself to laugh as she sat down on the bed. "I brought you 
a-sleeping pill, Amanda. With all the excitement you've been enjoying 
tonight, you may have trouble going to sleep." 

Amanda never moved, gave absolutely no indication she knew of her aunt's 
presence. 

Karel shook her gently. "Amanda dear. Come. Take the pill. It'll help you 
relax." 

Amanda remained frozen, fixed eyes never wavering in their death stare. And 
then Karel used a ploy she felt certain would get a reaction. 

"Amanda, please. You're not a child, but a mature young woman." This got 
paydirt. Amanda's eyes batted twice, and Karel continued hurriedly, 
stretching a bit further. "And what happened to you at the Club gathering 
tonight happens to many, many young women sooner or later in one form or 
another. Lordy! Wait till I tell you the first time it ever happened to me." 

Amanda's eyes slowly, though very slowly at first, found her aunt's. The 
water spilled when the glass was dashed aside as she came erect and seized 
her aunt desperately about the neck with both arms. 

"But Aunt Karel," she sobbed wildly. "They fucked me in the ass!" 

Karel let her cry. Tears were a marvelous panacea. So she held the sobbing 
girl lightly, murmuring consolations and caressing her hair until Amanda, at 
long last, shuddered to a stop. 

"They held me naked over a table and fucked me in the ass!" Amanda cried 
again. "Just like I was a piece of me-meat." 

"Pooh, silly goose," Karel chided softly. "And if they hadn't held you, 
would you have permitted it? Of course not, yet it was a very valuable 
experience for you. In time you'll understand. The main thing at the moment 
is not to let it hassle you." 

This was sound advice which Amanda, in the days that followed, seemed to 
heed. Yet before long Karel began to notice certain things that caused her 
no little apprehension. Amanda never allowed them to be alone together when 
either was undressed, for instance. Nor did the girl evince any of her 
former inquisitiveness concerning sexual matters, or ever refer to the fact 
that her mini-vibrator lay ignored in the drawer of Karel's bedside table. 
Then came the day Bernie Katzman again phoned Karel for a mercy fucking. 
Amanda locked herself in her room when he arrived, refused to cone out till 
she heard him depart. 

To Karel all this meant but one thing: Backlash of the basement was causing 
Amanda to change gradually into the sexless husk the girl's mother had been. 
And nothing, to Karel's way of thinking, could be a family tragedy of 
greater magnitude. As with a couple of times before when faced with a pave 
problem, she went to Robert Mackles for advice. 

"Robert, please, what am I to do? I can't just stand by and let the child 
become a sexlessvegetable. All she does anymore is mope around the house, 
read, listen to the stereo, watch TV and the like. Half the time when I'm 
home I never know she's there. What am I to do, Robert?" 

Karel made her plea to Mackles while they both sat at the elaborate bar in 
his basement. 

"As I see it," he replied thoughtfully, "Amanda was introduced to the 
male-female sexual relations in reverse order. You said she was a virgin." 

Karel nodded. "She's never had conventional sex with a man." 

"And therein lies the root of the difficulty," Mackles went on. "Her first 
sexual encounter with a member of the opposite sex was by way of 
anal-coitus, when it should have been conventional coitus. Anal-coitus, 
cunnilingus, fellatio and the various other sex forms should come after 
conventional coitus. Never before. Had you arranged for Amanda to get rid of 
the burden of her maidenhead prior to her mischance encounter at the Mercy 
Club meeting, I feel certain this problem would have never arisen." 

"And now?" Karel waited with bated breath. Before appealing to Robert, she 
was almost certain he would have a solution to her problem. 

"And now get Amanda laid. Have on hand the fellow you select to couple with 
her, then we'll show her another of my erotic movies to get her so aroused 
she can't resist a coupling." Mackles shrugged expressively. "Human nature 
will take care of the rest. Here." He handed Karel a small clear capsule 
filled with white powder. "But I think nature should be helped along a bit, 
just in case. Remember the Club's Christmas party last year?" 

For one of the few times in the last several days, Karel Sutherlund laughed 
happily. "Do I? How on earth could I forget. I've never been so roundly 
serviced so frequently by so many lusty studs before in my life. If-" She 
stopped abruptly, looking at the capsule in her hand. "That aphrodisiac you 
got from Kemp and put in the Christmas party punch-that's what's in this 
capsule. Why on earth couldn't I have thought of that? You're certain it 
won't harm her?" 

"Amanda? Of course not, otherwise I wouldn't suggest it. PCPA is only 
harmful when taken in large amounts over a long period of time. The 
particular formula in that cap isn't very strong, either, so it won't be 
effective very long. Best have her coupling partner on hand when you 
administer it. The stuff is odorless and tasteless, you know. Can you get 
her to take it?" 

"I think so. Shortly after her arrival from the east Amanda asked me what a 
Martini tasted like." Karel gave her friend a slow, sensuous smile. Worry 
over Amanda's condition had of late interfered with her own sexual 
pleasures, but since the problem was on the way to being solved.... 

"Who do you have in mind for Amanda's first coupling?" the handsome Mackles 
asked. 

Karel's smile became warm, throaty laughter. "You, silly. And instead of 
showing her another one of your films to help this aphrodisiac, what say we 
perform for her in person?" 

Mackles grimaced in mild disapproval. "You know my opinion regarding 
virgins-no woman is worth consideration as a sex object until after her 
deflowerment. Why me?" 

"Because with your opinion you aren't likely to be overmuch anxious and hurt 
her. It'll be a good warm-up exercise for the Mercy Club meeting tonight. 
Will you do it?" 

Mackles shrugged and smiled ruefully. "As board chairman of the Club, how 
can I refuse. And she'll never be a full-fl-edged woman till it's done, 
so...." 

"Bless you, Robert." Karel glowed with enthusiasm and relief. "Now here's 
how we'll do it...." 

* * * 

When Karel's phone call invited Amanda to the Mackles' basement, Amanda felt 
no fear at returning to the scene of her accidental anal-rape. With her aunt 
and Mr. Mackles present, she would be safe from additional molestation. 

Since the evening of her previous visit to the basement Amanda had been 
wallowing in a morass of frustrating contradictions that had little to do 
with her physical abuse of that night-she had suffered no serious physical 
damage. Even the mild soreness in her rectum had disappeared within 
twenty-four hours. The quandary in which she struggled stemmed from an 
emotional conflict that kept hammering at her the burning question: Should 
she or should she not foreswear all future sexual encounters-a question no 
healthy sixteen-year-old girl should be forced to face. 

Be this as it may, Amanda was beginning to regard herself as a premature old 
maid when she descended into the Mackles' basement to find Karel Sutherlund 
and Robert Mackles standing naked beside the pool, sipping Martinis. 

"I thought you might want to join us for conversation, dear," Karel called 
to her niece. "Anything is better than that horrid TV. And I fixed you a 
Martini. It's on the end of the bar if you want it." 

Amanda threw a swift, furtive glance toward the maternity table on which she 
had so lustfully sacrificed, then walked to the bar. She had never before in 
her life tasted alcohol, and therefore harbored a curiosity to learn from 
first-hand experience if it was the nauseous stuff she had been taught back 
in Harpersville to believe it was. To her surprise, the Martini was 
delightful. 

Understandably, her attention swung to the naked couple beside the pool and, 
in the nature of things, her amber eyes soon focused on the hefty cock 
angling upward from Robert Mackles' loins. How huge it was! And somewhat 
more strangely shaped than she'd ever seen. All the others had been armored 
with a blunt, bulbous head, but the end of Mr. Mackles' was relatively small 
to the rest of its size. Nor was there any foreskin. Not a smidgen. And the 
instrument itself, from directly behind the shoulder of the glans to the 
very base, thickened so noticeably that, with the small head, it appeared 
pointed. A vague tremor she did not understand coursed through Amanda. 
Premature old maid or not, she was too much the female not to be fascinated 
by the male sex organ. 

Amanda finished her Martini and stared in perplexity at the few drops 
remaining in the glass, faintly disturbed at the soft flush of cozy warmth 
spreading outward from the regions of her lower tummy. She recognized the 
pleasant sensation, yet was unable to decide if she should be happy or 
unhappy because of it. Since the night of her defilement she had forbidden 
herself to think of sex; a self-imposed rule that she obeyed 
religiously-when she was able. Now, however.... 

"Of course I will," Karel laughed merrily, speaking extra loud for Amanda's 
benefit. "I'd be delighted to do it for you, Robert. Just take a seat on one 
of those bar stools over there." 

Amanda watched with interest as they approached and Mackles seated himself 
on a stool beside her. He placed his long legs out in a wide-angled vee. 
Karel dropped to her knees between his legs, then looked up questioningly at 
her niece. 

"This won't bother you, will it dear? I mean, because of what happened 
sex-wise to you in here in the basement before?" 

"I-" Amanda gulped-hard, then ventured timidly. "What are you going to do, 
Aunt Karel?" 

"Give Robert a blow job." Karel enjoyed immensely going down on Robert 
Mackles-his orgasm was always a beauty to behold-but this was all part of 
their scheme to give the aphrodisiac a boost and get Amanda further aroused 
sexually. 

Amanda gulped again. "Oh." 

"Do you mind, dear?" 

"Uh-oh, no." 

"Karel and I can go upstairs if you like, Amanda," Mackles said easily in 
his best soft-sell voice. 

To this Amanda gave no answer save a brief shake of her head, for she sat 
with hypnotized gaze locked on Mackles' cock. The cozy warmth spreading 
through her body grew warmer, her cheeks flushed a rich pink and her eyes 
held an odd glitter. When her aunt grasped Mackles' cock, levered it forward 
like the brake handle of a Conestoga freight wagon and began to caress the 
nub of it with her tongue, Amanda's breath quickened and she licked suddenly 
dry lips. 

Karel paused in her licking. "If the Martini made you over warm, dear, why 
not take a dip in the pool while I finish with Robert. I'll have him blown 
in minute or two. Then we'll talk." 

The threat of death itself could not have allayed the unseen force that 
directed Amanda's movements in removing her garments. She simply had no 
power to resist it, and by the time she kicked free of her panties and stood 
there naked, her aunt's cheeks bulged and hollowed rhythmically in unison 
with the up and down of her head-action above Mackles' rod. 

Karel stopped sucking, looked up at Mackles in furtherance of the scheme 
they had devised. "I'm sorry, Robert. That Martini has given me the 
wee-wees. I've got to go to the little girls' room. I'll be back in a 
moment." She rose to her feet in speaking, started off, caught herself and 
turned to her niece as though in inspiration. "Amanda, take over for me, 
will you dear?" She patted the pointed end of Mackles' cock with a dainty 
forefinger. "We girls can't let such a treasure go to waste. I won't be but 
a sec." And she was off, leaving Amanda staring about, dumb-stricken by 
confusion. 

"Come closer, Amanda," Mackles said gently. And when the girl got within 
reach he pulled her into the wide-angled vee of his out-flung thighs, drew 
her so close the sensitive tips of her virgin nipples touched Nhis bare 
chest, and his hot prick pressed against her belly flesh. Between the 
aphrodisiac and the Martini, Amanda's flesh was feverish to his touch. 

"You and I haven't seen much of each other since your arrival in 
California," Mackles continued in the same gentle, soft-sell tone. "Do you 
like living with your aunt?" 

Amanda swallowed with great difficulty, thoughts in a turmoil. All her 
resolutions about shunning sex were...."Yes, Mr. Mackles." 

"Call me Robert. Please. Mr. Mackles sounds so cold and distance." He pulled 
her unresisting head into his shoulder and traced lazy fingers down the 
smooth surface of her back. She shivered. "Will you do that for me? Will you 
call me Robert?" 

Amanda nodded against his shoulder, whispered hoarsely, "Yes, Robert." 

"Good. Now tell me. If you wanted to, would you take up where Karel left 
off?" 

Amanda's eyes were already focused downward, resting on the rigid roll of 
flesh against her belly. Strangely, sight of the instrument caused not fear 
or apprehension, but a peculiar yearning that increased with each tick of 
the clock. "I don't know," she said, still whispering. "I've never su-sucked 
a man before." Then, to her absolute surprise, she added: "But Aunt Karel 
has given me a little black notebook with all the Mercy Clubbers' names and 
phone numbers-she says I'm a bona fide member of the Club now." 

"I don't think you should have gone down on any man until after you've 
become acquainted with conventional sex," Mackles said. 

Amanda drew her head back to look him directly in the eyes. "You don't?" 

"That's right. I don't. No virgin should until she's a full-fl-edged woman, 
and she can't be a full-fl-edged woman until she isn't a virgin. Does that 
make sense?" 

"I-I don't know. But I know what you mean-I think." 

"You do want to be a full-fl-edged woman, don't you Amanda?" 

At that precise instant the combined force of the aphrodisiac and the 
Martini erupted to peak strength in Amanda Remmick's young body, and she 
quaked like an aspen. On a wild impulse she flung her arms about Mackles' 
neck, shoved her soft, naked body into his, and from an atavistic feminine 
compulsion ground her unmolested pleasure mound vigorously against his rigid 
cock. 

"Oh yes, Robert!" she gasped desperately. "I want to be a woman! Oh 
yes-yes-yes!" 

It was the cue Mackles had hoped for. Without a word he swept her into his 
arms and strode toward the row of Hollywood beds lining the wall near the 
door. He deposited her ever so gently on the very same bed used by Jack and 
Jill the last time Amanda had been in the basement, and she lay there 
looking timorously up at him, hands cupping her breasts, one leg out 
straight, the other drawn and canted over it as if to defend her virgin poon 
from the invasion of unwarranted eyes. 

Mackles regarded her in silence a full half minute. Virgins did not inspire 
him to an attitude of great erotic endeavor, but this one ... without a word 
he stretched out on an elbow on the bed beside her, pushed the raised knee 
aside and drew the other leg into a fold to match it. Amanda offered no 
resistance, but lay with heels tight against her buttocks, thighs widely 
spread. Large-eyed, she gulped noisily: 

"Wi-will it hurt?" 

"Perhaps a little, but only a little and it passes immediately." Mackles 
lifted her hands aside and dipped his head. Amanda gasped loudly, shivered 
from head to toe as his lips captured the sensitive nipple of a breast. 

"Ooommmm!" she sobbed desperately at the ceiling. "Ooommmm!" 

Mackles caressed the pinkish-tan crown with his tongue, which brought a 
glissando of tiny yelps from Amanda's working throat, and placed a hand flat 
against the slightly-concave surface of her tummy an inch above her pleasure 
mound. She moaned raggedly, and flinched when the hand moved to cover the 
mound. Flinched again as one finger went exploring down between the moist, 
parted lips of her hot little pussy. "Rob-Robert, ahhhh." 

He paid no heed, but continued the exploration, thumb resting lightly atop 
her pulsating little passion spur. A weird sound came from her throat when 
the exploring finger eased down through the touchy walls of her vulva and 
came to rest against the juicy cuntal opening. He withdrew his mouth from 
the trembling flesh of her breast and looked at her in mild puzzlement. 

"Karel said you were a virgin." 

Not understanding, Amanda returned his look in a dumb agony of lust. 
"Ye-yes," she said, then emitted a sharp, short squeal from the finger 
entering her cunt. "B-but I've used a vibrator." 

Mackles did not reply, but capped her other nipple with the heat of his 
mouth and with meticulous caution began easing a second finger in to join 
the first. Apparently the vibrator had done much more toward expanding her 
vagina than either she or Karel realized. His interest quickened. Amanda 
squealed again at the entry of his second finger, though not in pain, and 
grabbed his hair with both hands. 

"Eeeeeyah!" she sobbed. "Eeeeeeyah!" 

Karel sauntered leisurely to where Amanda and Mackles lay on the couch, the 
Octopus' control box in her hand. Neither of the two on the couch knew of 
her presence at first, nor heard the low hum of electric motors as she 
pressed buttons on the box, then placed the box on the floor. 

Dimly, through a thickening haze of ravenous lust sponsored by the Martini 
and the aphrodisiac, Amanda became aware her beloved aunt stood beside the 
bed. 

"How is it, dear?" Karel inquired quietly. "How do you like it with a man?" 

"Ahhhh, dear-God." At the moment Amanda was incapable of producing any other 
sounds. "Ahhhh-ahhhh, dear-God." And gave no sign of acknowledgment when the 
Octopus' mirrors moved silently in position to show a graphic close-up of 
her straddle and Mackle's hand at her pussy. 

Robert Mackles, the first two fingers of his right hand now inside her to 
the second joint, was beginning to realize he might just possibly be in for 
the screw of a lifetime despite his opinion of virgins, and decided at once 
to make the most of it by also making it a memorable fuck for Amanda. His 
plan to accomplish this was simplicity itself. It called for holding off 
their orgasms as long as possible, then time the coupling in such a way that 
they would both cum together. This in mind, he withdrew the hand from the 
moist heat of her cunt, released her nipple and shifted his weight into the 
yoke of her widely-spread thighs and, using both elbows for leverage, 
scooted toward the foot of the bed until they were face to face. Not 
speaking, he lowered his mouth to hers. 

Amanda's nostrils flanged delicately at the touch of his lips, and she 
responded instinctively by circling his head with her arms and working her 
mouth up against. For a moment their tongues engaged in gentle combat, then 
Mackles captured hers with his lips and commenced to suck the gossamer flesh 
tenderly. Amanda's loins jerked impulsively, as though in search of 
ravishing male meat, and the breath in her nostrils made sibilent sounds. 

"Ooommmm," she sobbed plaintively when the kiss ended. "Ooommmm, it's 
killing me." 

Mackles kissed her chin, her cheeks and eyes, forehead, and the tip of her 
nose before tracing his lips down the soft curve of throat to her breasts 
again, pouncing on the nearest with avid enthusiasm. Amanda quivered. 

There was neither envy nor jealousy in Karel Sutherlund's heart as she 
watched her best friend give her virgin niece a tongue bath. She felt only 
relief and a vast satisfaction. With her first fucking, Amanda would 
thereafter be much better equipped and qualified to fend sexually for 
herself, and Karel could attend more closely to her own erotic pursuits. 
Tonight, Karel promised herself, she would try to see that Amanda got the 
fucking of a lifetime. The men of the Mercy Club would.... 

"Mmmm," Amanda moaned dreamily as Mackles' lips deserted her breasts and 
commenced crisscrossing her body, descending further toward her loins at 
transverse. "Mmmm-ahhh." The lust-bomb in her belly ached to be triggered. 
"Ooommmm-ahhh, mmmm-ah." 

"Is it good, dear?" Karel took a seat on the bed beside them. 

"I-I-ca-can't talk!" Amanda stuttered, releasing Mackles' hair and curling 
her fingers behind the angle of his jaw. "It's so g-good I can't ta-talk." 

She bucked smally and her anus puckered hard from the touch of Mackles' 
tongue as it searched through her navel. 

"Oh, lord," she groaned in an agony of lust. "Oh lord-lord-lord have 
mercy-mercy." 

"Don't fight it, dear," Karel instructed. "Give in to it. Just relax and 
enjoy." 

Mackles moved further down in the bed to begin laving and licking the soft 
flesh of her tummy, his maddening tongue sending waves of lust-bumps over 
her body. 

"I-I-" 

"Easy dear. Lie still now." 

"Aunt Kar-Kar-Karel, I-" 

The tongue torturing her tummy crept unerringly lower toward its 
destination, and when Mackles' nostrils caught the first whiff of virgin 
perfume wafting upward from her crotch he shuddered with lust and inhaled 
loudly, but neither paused nor varied in his ministrations. 

"Aunt Kar-Karel-" 

"It's so good I ca-can't stand it any Ahhhheeeeyah!" 

The tongue began foraging through the fleece shielding Amanda's tender 
pleasure mound and she arched her back, going rigid, bug-eyed in taut 
preparation for the tongue seeking her clit. "Oh-god, oh-god, oh-god," she 
whined in a lather of lust. 

But the tongue did not touch her clit. Mackles would not permit it. Had he 
done so, the move would have triggered the sex-bomb in the girl's belly, and 
for this he was not quite ready. So he scooted a bit further down on the bed 
and adroitly bypassed Amanda's seething pussy with his tongue, did not let 
his lips come directly in contact with it. Instead he switched to the 
sensitive thigh flesh adjacent to her vagina, seized a mouthful of the sweet 
flesh with his lips and began to suck with gusto, going back and forth again 
as he worked his way toward her knee. After he finished with it he 
transferred to the other and worked back toward her straddle. When he once 
more came face to face with her panting pussy the urge became too great; he 
had not the power to resist and so, just once, he nuzzled into the furry 
crevice, stuck his tongue out and down till its tip met her cuntal opening, 
then, with a flick of his head, swiped the tip briskly up through her labia, 
stricking her clit as it emerged. 

"Heeee-rak!" The sharp sounds cracked from Amanda's lips. Her belly bucked 
upward and she clutched the bed, staring wildly at her aunt as Mackles 
pushed himself erect between her thighs. 

"Robert," Karel asked. "Are you going to use a lubricant? I would. It'll be 
quicker." 

Mackles gave her a lop-sided grin. "Okay, Mamma. Go fetch." 

When Karel returned from a wall locker in the corner with a tube of 
Preparation H, she handed it to her tormented niece. 

"You grease him up, dear." Karel resumed her seat on the edge of the bed 
again. "You might as well learn how at the beginning." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Slowly the red lust-haze before Amanda's eyes dissolved and she struggled up 
to a seated position, which put her head-on with the kneeling Mackles' hard 
cock. With round eyes she regarded the enormous instrument, unconsciously 
squeezing a generous measure of the ointment into her hand. Aside from the 
night of her anal-attack, when she had impulsively fingered Red's nub, 
Mackles' was the closest she had ever been to a set of male genitals, though 
Mackles' prick had pressed against her belly at the bar. Regardless, Amanda 
discovered herself victim of an overpowering urge to know more of the male 
penis and its appendages, and leaned forward for a minute inspection. 

"Go ahead, dear," Karel said. Being female herself, she was well aware of 
the powerful fascination Mackles' cock harbored for her niece. "Play with 
it. Kiss it if you like. Robert won't mind." 

Amanda breathed deeply, nose half an inch from Mackles' prick, and when her 
nostrils filled with the aphrodisical male musk emitted by his genitals and 
crotch she started in wondrous surprise at the sudden fierce yearning to 
know the feel of his cock in the depths of her gullet. She clasped the haft 
of his meat in one small hand and parted her lips, leaning closer. 

"Oh!" Karel clapped her hands in sheer delight. "You're doing marvelous, 
dear. By tonight at the Mercy Club meeting you'll be thoroughly oriented." 

Amanda's silken hot lips converged about Mackles' glans, her gossamer tongue 
tantalizing it as she sucked experimentally, and Mackles whinnied 
explosively, fearing his asshole might devour itself. His vision blurred, 
sweat stood out on his forehead and he gnashed his teeth in a frenzied 
struggle to keep from cumming. 

"Wait," he croaked desperately. "Remember what I told you. Fellatio should 
always come after conventional sex." 

Relief hissed from him like a ruptured pressure tank when Amanda backed off 
with an impish grin, and proceeded to spread his cock with ointment. She 
greased it thoroughly, the glans, the shoulder, the shaft down to the very 
base, then wiped her hands on the towel offered by her aunt, the grin on her 
face abruptly replaced by a look of harrowing lust. She fell back to a 
reclining position, glazed eyes on the man between her thighs. 

Karel laughed softly. "I believe you two need a coach. You've become so 
enamored with the preliminaries you're neglecting the real thing." She 
smacked Mackles playfully on the ass. "Come on, Robert. Get yourselves 
together." 

While Mackles was positioning himself over her, Amanda happened to notice 
action within range of her side vision, and glanced toward the mirrored wall 
to stare herself squarely in the pussy, Mackles' big lubricated prick poised 
to plunder in. The fierce sexual hungers tearing at her banished from 
Amanda's mind all thoughts of any possible pain to come. If it must be, so 
be it. Let it come. She wanted to be a full-fl-edged woman, so that at the 
Club's get-together later.... 

"Will you put it in?" Mackles whispered close to her ear. "Or shall I?" 

Before Amanda could form a reply her aunt spoke from beside them. "Let me do 
the honors." With this she changed positions by going to the foot of the 
bed, leaned over it into the yoke formed by the twin pairs of legs and, 
reaching forward, daintily grasped Mackles' engine between thumb and 
forefinger. Sight of the hefty male instrument about to couple with virgin 
genitals brought home to Karel with a thud that she herself was in dire need 
of a man-root searching amongst her inner organs, but she repressed the 
surge of lust that welled inside her by concentrating on the task at hand. 
Once her niece was deflowered, then she could attend to her own needs. 

"A little to the right, Robert." Her voice shook with denied passion. 

Mackles moved his ass to the right, which brought his cock more into 
position; Karel guiding it with her fingers. 

"A little more, Robert. And down a bit. That's it, that's it. Right there. 
Now go ahead." 

Amanda lay motionless under Mackles, knees drawn up, acutely conscious of 
the weight of his body pressing lightly down against hers, each point of 
contact a source of delicious erotic prickles feeding the lust in her loins. 
Her dewy lips were parted with expectancy, her eyes moist with tender 
passion, and she breathed in soft gasps, holding her naked body rock steady 
while her aunt maneuvered the man about to fuck her into position. 

Just as this was completed, just as her aunt said: "Now go ahead," she 
turned her head sideways in time to see the bald knob or Mackles' cock kiss 
the fiery flesh of her waiting vagina. A small, animal sound issued from her 
throat at the contact of their heated flesh and shivered out of control. 

"Gnyah!" The grunt ejaculated from her lips like a shot. She boggled at the 
mirror, in near-fiendish exultation blooming in her naked body. The head of 
Robert's prick was inside her pussy! 

The Martini, the aphrodisiac and the inherent desire of a healthy young girl 
to shed her hymen and take her rightful place among the scheme of sexual 
things overcame any apprehension for pain Amanda had left. She suddenly, 
fiercely wanted her first fucking to become an incident of the past. 

"Go ahead, Robert," Karel said from the foot of the bed. "Put it in." Her 
anxiety for the happening to be history almost equaled that of her niece. 
For a close observation point she crawled forward on her elbows and rested 
her chin on folded hands, eyes not six inches from the joined genitalia. 

"Oh, god, it's good, it's good," Amanda whined inanely, the nub of Mackles' 
prick gripped by the tight ring of her virgin cunt-flesh a comforting 
pressure. "Good-good-good." 

Mackles wiggled his ass experimentally, pressing forward cautiously, and the 
move swung his dangling balls back and forth over Karel's brow. 

"Again," Amanda panted into Mackles' mouth. "Ooooh, wiggle it again-Gnyah!" 
She blinked, caught her breath and stared at the mirror. Mackles' obedience 
with her feverish request had pushed a fraction more of his sex-meat into 
her vagina. The pain accompanying the move was too minor for consideration. 
"Again!" she begged. "Do it agai-Gnyah!" And again a fraction of the 
invading prick disappeared into her pussy. "Oh god-oh god," she sobbed 
feebly. "It's good. It's ahhhh." 

"Does it hurt?" Mackles whispered. His asshole was squeezed so tight a 
greased hair couldn't have been pulled from it with a block and tackle. His 
balls ached to cast off their great store of semen, and his prick was so 
hard it felt numb. 

"Amanda, are you all right?" Karel's voice was muffled somewhat by her 
proximity to their connected sex organs. The short section of Mackles' gaff 
buried in Amanda's pussy appeared as though Amanda were giving birth to a 
veined stump of flesh with testicles attached. 

"Y-yes, Aunt Karel." The words were followed by a tremulous sigh. 

"Raise your knees higher if you can, dear, and cross your ankles over 
Robert's back." 

Amanda obeyed promptly. The move brought her loins higher toward Mackles', 
and his rigid prick eased another fraction into her vagina. Suddenly she 
felt something inside her give way, felt a hot looseness come into being in 
her lower tummy, and for a moment assumed Mackles was squirting his cum into 
her womb, not realizing nature had relaxed her inner-cunt muscles and 
released an additional flow of female juices, the better to prepare her for 
receiving the male prick. 

"Oh, Robert," she whispered hotly. "You're cumming into me-aren't you?" 

Mackles could only offer a negative grunt. His groins flamed, his balls were 
two coals of fire and his asshole gulped madly. 

"Robert," Karel said with conviction, "if you don't go ahead and put it in, 
I'm going to grease my finger with some of this ointment and stick it up 
your ass." By way of emphasizing this threat she raised her head to his 
scrotum, purled out a pink tongue and curled one of his nuts into her mouth. 

Mackles snorted like a scalded stallion, and bucked his loins forward in a 
thrust that drove his cock deep. Amanda cried out sharply, once, against the 
pain of the thrust, which was replaced immediately by an awesome goodness 
inspired by a certain sensation of fullness tight between her thighs and 
spreading swiftly in all directions over her body. She gaped at the mirror, 
saw the entrance of her vagina stretched so tightly around the very base of 
Mackles' cock it was virtually bloodless, and again knew the fierce surge of 
exultation. 

She was no longer a despicable virgin! 

"Ooommmm," she sighed blissfully. "H-how sweet it is." She worked her ass 
about, squirming the torrid passage of her cunt on the throbbing male cock 
ensconced hilt deep inside it, and gave the man above her a smile of rare 
beauty, pointing to her neck. "I feel you up here, Robert. It seems I can 
taste the head of it in my mouth. Wiggle a little." 

Since his impromptu thrust, Mackles had been struggling mightily to fight 
back the orgasm raging for expression in his loins. Amanda's request that he 
wiggle a little did nothing to help him dominate the urge, and he knew it 
wouldn't be long. All flesh had a point of no return and he had about 
reached his. Never again would he decry the duty of virgin-fucking. Not 
after taking Amanda Remmick's cherry. This girl was a natural! 

"Go on, Robert dear," Amanda insisted intimately. "Wiggle a little." 

Mackles gathered himself and commenced an ass rotating in-out fuck action 
that had him the darling with female members of the Mercy Club, and before 
he completed half a dozen cycles breath hissed keenly from Amanda's lips, 
she blushed a warm crimson all over and heat began rising from her naked 
body in waves. Then she jiggled bodily. Lying there under Mackles' light 
pressure, speared like an insect on his plundering cock, she jiggled all 
over so hard her teeth rattled. And then the big prick pistoned rhythmically 
into her pussy, probing amongst her secret places, triggering the lust-bomb 
in her belly. 

"I'm kuh-kuh-cuming!" she cried wildly. A second later she exploded into 
action, a clawing, screeching, grunting orgasming Thing, flailing the air 
with her legs and beating Mackles on the ass with both heels as wave upon 
wave of raw ecstasy gushed from her spasming cunt to each atom of her body. 
Her eyes stuck out. Several times her tongue thrust from between 
strangely-contorted lips, resembling an oddly-shaped little gopher, and her 
small teeth clicked together as a frenzied feline snarl of spending lust 
came from her throat when she snapped viciously at Mackles' shoulder. 

"Ahh-uh!" The sound bounced from her throat as she strove for breath. "Uk! 
Uk!" Then she sluiced her lungs full of air and babbled incoherently, in a 
mindless dither of seething orgasm, belly muscles knotting, molars grinding 
as her convulsing cunt chewed and gulped on the stalk of throbbing sex-flesh 
buried in her belly. Her head lashed out of control, and when the orgastic 
storm commenced to wane somewhat she cried out piteously. 

"Aunt K-Karel. Oh god! Mamma! It's killing me! 

At this point Robert Mackles grunted hoarsely, couched his loins tightly 
into Amanda's and rumbled deep in his chest. The fiery maiden juices that 
had been flushing about his cock now became mixed with plethoric bolts of 
equally hot male sperm pumped by his balls into her squirming belly from a 
seemingly-bottomless well in his rutting body. 

When Amanda felt the heat from his man-seed blossom in her womb, the 
violence of her display faded in lieu of an awesome serenity that enveloped 
her and she cooed sweetly, whispering endearments and hunching her hot cunt 
up tight around his disgorging prick as it flooded her inner organs with 
cum. 

"Mercy," she murmured blissfully when Mackles at last sighed heavily and 
relaxed his weight down against her. Then she giggled impulsively. 

"You've drowned me inside, Robert. I bet I slosh when I walk." 

Mackles gasped for breath. 

"Some fuck, that." This from Karel as she again changed positions and 
returned to sit on the side of the bed. She eyed her niece with speculative 
concern. "How does it feel not to be a virgin?" 

"Mmmmm," Amanda replied dreamily. "Chastity was never like this." She felt 
Mackles' cock deflating inside her and pecked him tenderly on the nose with 
her lips. "That thing you've got in me is a traitor. He's deserting both of 
us and I want to be fucked again." 

Mackles prepared to withdraw. "So soon?" 

"And what's wrong with so soon? That was my very first fucking-I like being 
fucked." 

"And what a marvelous fucking it was." Karel looked at her niece with 
unfeigned admiration and relief. "For both of you." 

"Pooh!" Amanda pouted fetchingly. "I could do it again-several times." 

"Nix," Mackles chuckled. "This old hoss must recuperate a few minutes." He 
had cum so violently his nuts ached with a dull burning ache and he felt 
dazed and trembly. "Besides, we'll all get a thorough workout at the Club 
tonight." He looked at Amanda. "I especially wanted you to meet Marge 
McGhee, but she phoned this morning that she'll be out of town for a few 
days." 

"I could sure use a workout," Karel said wistfully. "And right now. I'm hot 
as a two-dollar pistol." She circled a hand around and felt of Mackles and 
Amanda's still-joined genitals. "My god, you're floating in a puddle of 
yang." 

Amanda giggled, feeling more vitally alive than ever before in her life. "I 
told you I'd slosh when I walked." 

Mackles eased backward, hauling his limp, rubbery cock from Amanda's belly, 
but just as he was about to sever the coupling completely Amanda squeezed 
her vulva sphincter tight around the glans and his cock stretched twice its 
normal length before it pulled free with a wet, spongy thuck. 

"Gnh," Amanda grunted delicately in disappointment. "Darn. I want to be 
fucked on some more." 

"Don't worry," Mackles grinned. "You soon will be. Every hard cock in the 
Club will be pointing in your direction tonight." He looked at Karel. "My 
dear, this beautiful young niece of yours is a natural; no question about 
it." 

A startled look swept over Amanda's lovely face. "Heavens!" She was off the 
bed in a flurry of action. "I've got to clean up! Otherwise in a few months 
I'll be sporting a watermelon belly!" 

Karel laughed easily. "Not on your life. That vitamin pill I've been giving 
you each morning at breakfast is really a birth control pill. You've no need 
to worry about getting pregnant." 

Amanda heaved a soulful sigh of relief, and threw Mackles an elfin grin. 
"Then I hope every hard cock at the Club gathering tonight does point in my 
direction." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Amanda was first to appear for the Club's get-together in the basement that 
night and, as the newest member and being female, she was the focal point of 
interest from the men. During the first hour she got fucked exactly one 
baker's dozen of quickies. 

"And that's all right now," Karel would caution each fellow as he approached 
Amanda for a lay. "Just a quickie to take off the excess pressure and get 
acquainted, sort of. I don't want Amanda fatigued before the party gets 
going good." 

For Amanda that first hour was a rose-colored time of spastic orgasms on the 
maternity table in which she discovered she was not only a very quick 
cummer, but also a rapid repeater. Sam, the fat man, was the first to bring 
the subject up. Amanda lay on her back on the table, thighs wide, calves 
resting in the supports, when Sam inserted the stubby roll of his cock into 
her vagina. Almost instantly she began to orgasm. By the time Sam unloaded a 
couple of minutes later she had orgasmed twice and was well on her way to a 
third. 

"Better keep a close eye on the kid," Sam cautioned Karel after drawing her 
aside. "It's possible she might be suseptible to Orgasmus Continum. I 
thought I noticed symptoms of it just now when I fucked her." 

"Orgasmus Continum?" Karel frowned in concern. "Whatever on earth is that? 
Is it bad?" 

"It all depends on your point of view. Factual information is woefully 
skimpy on the subject. I've never encountered but one case and that was 
years ago in medical school. It won't cause her any mental or physical 
damage, of course, and she'll probably glory in every minute of it, but it 
could become terribly embarrassing if she succumbed to it utterly and 
commenced approaching strange guys in public for a coupling." 

"But-what is it, Sam? What does it do? How does it affect a person?" 

"Orgasmus Continum is Latin for continuous orgasm, which is a misnomer, 
really. But that about explains it. One of these times Amanda might start 
cumming and not stop until she passes out. The end result of this, so far as 
medical knowledge goes, is that any woman-it only affects the female-is that 
any woman with Orgasmus Continum eventually becomes an insatiable 
nymphomaniac." 

"Oh." Karel laughed shakily with relief. "Is that all. Well, if Amanda does 
become a nympho, I'm sure you fellows in the Mercy Club can satisfy her 
needs." 

After an all-too-brief hour on the maternity table, for Amanda, Karel led 
her to the bar. 

"A good stiff Martini will brace you like wonders," Karel confided as she 
mixed the drinks. 

"But-Aunt Karel. A Martini isn't the kind of stiff thing I want." 

"Oh pooh, silly goose. You don't want to exhaust yourself on that table 
before the gathering gets under way, do you? Bernie and some of the others 
will be coming before long." 

"I wasn't exhausting myself on that table," Amanda replied peevishly. "I was 
getting deliciously fucked." 

"Never mind. Just drink your Martini like a good girl-why do you keep 
watching the door?" 

Amanda's peevishness faded with a giggle. "I'm waiting for Simon Terry. 
That's his real name." 

"Waiting for Red? Whatever for?" 

"To tease him a bit, among other things. And I want him first, before Linda 
or Cindy or some of the other girls get hold of him." 

"Have you seen him since-?" 

"Since he screwed me in the behind, thinking I was Angela Gelhorn? Huh-uh. 
But I've been tempted to call him." 

Karel, not understanding, said soothingly: "Now you mustn't be too hard on 
him, dear. He called me at the office the other day after it happened and 
apologized for hours. I thought I would never get him off the phone. What he 
did was an honest mistake. I hope you don't hold it against him." 

Amanda shook her head. "I'm not holding it against him." It was all she 
said, and sat thoughtfully studying her Martini, realizing her aunt was not 
aware of the reason she anxiously awaited Red's arrival. However, her aunt 
should have been. Pure and simple, Amanda wanted Red to fuck her. He was the 
first male she had ever had any form of sexual contact with, and even though 
that contact left her roundly screwed in the behind, Red, inexplicably, held 
a very special place in Amanda's thoughts. She yearned to be roundly screwed 
by him again, but this time not only in the behind. 

When Red arrived Amanda kept out of sight until he finished stripping, then 
charged up in pretended rage. 

"You red-hairy sonofabitch!" she stormed. 

Red dodged, stepped back. "Amanda, please. Listen to me, sweetness. I'm 
sorry. Honest to god-" 

"Hush!" But with this Amanda's pretense collapsed, she could not support it 
any longer, and flung herself into Red's muscular arms midst a gale of 
girlish giggles, covering his ruddy face with happy kisses. 

Taken aback, Red held her close, his cock bucking up to a solid hard between 
her hot young thighs. "Duh!" he gulped. "You really don't hate me?" 

"No, silly." She poked a pink tongue into his mouth and darted it about as 
her thighs snuggled around his root. "Only I think you owe me something." 

Red shook his head to jar his thoughts back in line. "What?" 

Amanda pulled his head low, whispering into his ear. 

Delight and surprise overspread Red's features. "You mean it? Where?" 

"Over there on that couch in the far corner. It's out of the way. And I have 
everything there. First we do it like the first time, then face to face, and 
then-" She stopped, studying his face intently. 

"And then what?" 

"Will you suck my pussy?" she breathed hotly. "Aunt Karel says it's 
fabulous." 

Red grabbed her arm. "Come on." 

They reached the couch in record time and, as Red coated his hard penis 
liberally with the Preparation H Amanda had laying on the couch, she asked 
in breathless anticipation: "What position do you want me in?" 

"Whatever position you want." 

"Can you do it to me belly to back; with me on my tummy and you on top?" 

"We can, ma'am." Red grinned joyously and offered a little bow. Already his 
cock ached like ninety. "Assume the position. But why the back side again?" 

"To satisfy a curiosity." 

Amanda's curiosity had begun only seconds before the real Angela Gelhorn 
arrived at the basement the night she had blundered onto a Mercy Club 
meeting. She had been bent over the table, Red's thick, greasy cock working 
smoothly in and out of her rectum, when a cozy glow she could only define as 
a preorgasm sensation blossomed in her loins. According to her aunt, many 
women achieved orgasm during anal-fucking, and Amanda was a victim of a 
tremendous curiosity to learn if she was one of them. 

As Red wiped his hands on a towel Amanda crawled onto the couch face down 
and spread her legs wide, the move drawing her buttocks apart and pooching 
her little butt up into the air. 

"Is this the position, Red?" 

"Right." Red bent above the couch, the tube of ointment in his hand. "Steady 
now." 

Amanda barely felt the entry of the applicator Red slid the nozzle into her 
asshole, but such was not the case seconds later when he l-edged the nub of 
his cock against the pucker of her anus and gave his loins a thrust. 

"Ouch!" Amanda started under the pressure of the weight stretched along her 
back. 

"Darn!" Red gasped. "I forgot to use my fingers first to relax you. Wait a 
minute and I'll-" 

"Don't take it out!" 

"No?" 

"No!" Amanda gritted against the pain. "Just fuck me!" 

"But-" 

"Fuck me!" 

"Amanda-" 

"Get it inside me, you dope! I'll worry about the relaxing bit. Just FUCK!" 

Red obeyed, and Amanda lay beneath him hissing and grunting and at time 
squealing as the thick, blood-veined prong of greasy male sex-flesh wormed 
its way deeper and deeper into her anal passage. Red, panting heavily, at 
last loosed a triumphant sigh and lowered his full weight to her back. 

"There," he breathed in relief. "It's in as far as it'll go with you on your 
belly. How does it feel?" 

"Mm mm-mar-marvelous," Amanda choked ecstatically. "And like a turkey must 
feel on a Thanksgiving table. Now fuck me slow and easy and a long, long 
time. I want to learn if Aunt Karel is right. Go ahead. Fuck." 

Again Red obeyed. He lifted his weight partially to elbows and knees, then 
began fucking into her eager, unresisting flesh in deep, measured strokes, 
his well-greased cock pistoning easily in the hot, tight passage of her 
rectum. Their bodies touched only lightly except at Red's loins, where the 
resilient bevels of Amanda's buttocks fit perfectly against the curvature of 
his waist and hips. 

Amanda did not get her wish of being fucked a long, long time. The prick had 
been moving rhythmically in her bowels only a brief spell before her 
curiosity concerning anal-orgasms was satisfied-completely. The orgasm did 
not approach in the normal way a vaginal orgasm would have, or in any manner 
her brief experience led her to expect. One instant she was lying calmly 
beneath Red, being sweetly fucked in the ass, but the next instant was 
something else indeed. Despite her small, slender frame and tender years, 
her physical response would have done credit to any female twice her age and 
size. 

A wild, fiendish, guttural scream tore from her throat as bolts of blazing 
ecstasy shot through her with no advance warning. Preceeding the scream came 
a quick thought: "I'm going to die from the goodness of it all." And then 
she exploded into action with such violence the young man on whose cock she 
was skewered was so taken by surprise he almost let their coupling be 
broken. But not quite. 

As the scream trailed off into the howling wail of a wounded ghost Amanda 
bucked upward mightily and with such force Red was tossed a couple of inches 
into the air. As a result of this unexpected move his greasy prick came out 
of her asshole to the glans. In an act inspired by desperation he managed to 
seize her by the rib cage, but by this time Amanda was coming to her knees. 
Red thrust forward, frantically re-ensconced his meat to the hilt in her 
anus and, in a twinkle, shifted his hands to firmly clasp her hips. 

Amanda lunged forward with surprising strength, jerking Red with her as 
great waves of flaming rapture caught her, chopping short a scream by 
stopping her breath. A second lunge threw them off the couch to the floor in 
a scramble of arms, legs and struggling genitals, Red's cock still sunk to 
the limit in her nether throat. When the scramble ungangled Amanda was on 
hands and knees, Red behind her on his knees, with hands clamped on her hips 
and fucking into her like a runaway rivet gun with throttle wide open. 

Others in the basement began taking notice of the young couple in the far 
corner, and gradually drifted toward them. The basement door was opened by 
Cindy and hairy Bernie Katzman entered. At once he began undressing. By the 
time he finished Amanda's anal-orgasm was growing even more out of control. 
From her hands and knees position she began swaying her head from side to 
side like a lowing heifer, strange sounds coming from her throat. A thin 
sheen of perspiration covered her lovely young body and behind her, sweat 
streaming down his ruddy face, Red pistoned his rigid sex-meat into her 
asshole like a madman. 

"Look at her," Sam pointed to Amanda excitedly and took Karel by the arm. 
"It's a medical first, Amanda is going into Orgasm us Continum through an 
anal-fucking. God!" 

Blinding charges of pure animal ecstasy shot through Amanda's convulsing 
frame with such effect that she forsook all bodily control of herself and 
began a weird little buck-jumping action over the floor, unaware of those 
gathered about and traveling no more than scant inches each time. Red 
followed diligently, fucking her like a red-haired demon. 

"Hooowlll!" Amanda cried, nails raking the rug. Then she succumbed to a 
rapid-fire spate of jibberish as she slung herself furiously and chewed her 
tongue in a fit of mindless rapture. 

"Is that her?" Bemie Katzman rumbled from his barrel chest as he came up 
beside Karel and Sam. "Is that the niece of yours I've been hearing about, 
sugar doll?" 

Karel nodded without speaking. 

"Wait till she survives this cum," Sam put in. "See who she looks like." 

Amanda was not conscious of the goings-on about her. At the moment, 
wallowing as she was in the raging throes of orgastic bliss, she was 
conscious only of the searing ecstasy blazing through her body and the 
maddening tube of male sex-flesh that jackhammered into her asshole. Again 
there flashed through her thoughts that she was going to die from the 
goodness of it all, and in the spasming frenzy of the orgasm ravishing her 
young body she cried out wildly: "Goodnesssss! Arrrrrghh-of god!" 

Of a sudden her senses whirled, her vision blurred, strange sounds she could 
not locate or identify smote her ears and the floor tilted crazily. Then the 
cock up her ass seemed to swell twice its normal size, commenced to belch 
hot charges of thick cum into her bowels, the all of which intensified her 
orgasm beyond all hope of endurance and with a hellish screech, face 
contorted insanely, she flung herself upright on her knees, both hands 
clawing at the empty air, bulging eyes rolled back in her head. 

Then she collapsed, and though she made no voluntary moves she did not lie 
still. The orgasm rampaging out of control through her helpless flesh would 
not let her lay still. Her arm and legs jerked and twitched, her belly 
muscles knotted and heaved, and her torso shivered as if she were freezing 
as razor sharp bolts of ecstasy continued bursting through her body, 
submerging her into a pit of convulsing bliss. 

"See there," Sam said quietly to Karel and Bernie Katzman. "She's in the 
grip of a continuous orgasm. It possesses her completely." 

"Are you sure it will do her no harm?" Karel insisted. 

"No. As I told you, continuous orgasm is really a misnomer. Look. It's 
fading now-but she's out like a light." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Sam was mistaken on all counts. Amanda was not out like a light, nor was she 
the victim of Orgasmus Continum. She was only dazed by the massive assault 
of her first anal-orgasm, but aside from this she was merely an innocent 
young girl who theretofore had for sixteen years lived a drab and virtually 
sexless existence, but who suddenly found herself amidst a group of 
free-wheeling swingers to whom sex was a way of life. It was only natural 
that she transverse from one extreme to the other in search of a happy 
medium that would classify her as a thoroughly-oriented, well-adjusted 
sexual female animal. 

When Red disengaged and got to his feet, the group around him and Amanda 
dissolved, returning to their former activities, with Karel and Katzman 
moving to the bar where Karel began mixing drinks. After a moment Red 
gathered Amanda in his arms and strode toward the shower room just beyond 
the far end of the bar. 

"A shower will do us good, Sweetness," he told her as he stood her down. 
"Help us get back on zero." 

Amanda stood by in silence while he turned on the water and. adjusted the 
temperature, but regarding Red in puzzlement. Something was happening to her 
and she didn't know what it was, something that had absolutely nothing to do 
with her recent seizure of orgastic bliss, from which she was still a bit 
shaky. It had to do with Red. Only him. And she could neither identify the 
'something' nor pinpoint the cause-not precisely-but she knew it was 
wonderful. 

"Red?" 

"Yes, Sweetness." 

"Would you go have Aunt Karel mix me a Martini, please. I need a booster." 
Amanda smiled in pleasure at the alacrity with which Red responded to her 
request-and she didn't even want a Martini. Didn't like them, really. But 
she wanted a few moments alone in order to marshal her thoughts into line, 
to try to analyze the strange and wondrous change creeping over her. 

Surely it wasn't love! With Red, whom for the past several days she had 
thought of consistently as Simon. Surely she couldn't be falling in love 
with him. With his jutting, aggressive chin and hawk-bill nose he was not at 
all handsome; not as Robert Mackles was handsome, and certainly he wasn't 
the brightest thing in the world. And yet.... 

"Here you are, Sweetness." Red re-entered the shower room and placed the 
Martini on the window casing beside Amanda, the eager grin on his face 
reminding her of a big, friendly puppy. 

"Red?" She drew him to her under the spray, a great and warm tenderness 
coming to life in her ' young breast. 

"Yes?" He kissed the top of her head. 

"Do you mind if I call you Simon? It's my very favorite name." 

"Really?" He laughed boyishly. "It'd tickle me pink for you to call me 
Simon. Red I don't dig, but with this hair there's no getting away from it. 
By the way, I heard Karel and Bernie Katzman talking about you out at the 
bar a moment ago. How would you like to be the actress that replaces Cheri 
Hays?" 

Amanda brushed the question aside, hardly hearing it, for at that instant 
there flashed before her mind's eyes the scene of her, earlier, lying on the 
maternity table being randomly, methodically fucked one after the other by 
all the men present. Inexplicably she experienced a strong, quick sense of 
denigration and grimaced at herself in distaste. 

Frowning thoughtfully, she worked up a big cloud of lather and very gently 
began to soap Red's genitals. His cock, which had wilted, bucked up 
forthrightly. 

"My," Amanda marveled, forgetting her self-distaste. "See how he snaps to 
attention. What a dedicated soldier he is." She pulled Red closer and looked 
up, water hitting her in the face. "How would you like to cut out for the 
rest of the night?" 

Red was dismayed. "Leave the party?" 

Amanda nodded, brushing wet strands of hair from her forehead. "Just you and 
I. So we can be alone together. We'll sneak over to Aunt Karel's. She has 
the largest bed you've ever seen." 

The light of understanding dawned on Red, and he grinned so hard his face 
hurt. Since first meeting Amanda Remmick that night he'd bung-holed her by 
mistake, he had been unable to think of any other female. And now she wanted 
to be alone with him! 

"Hot damn!" He thwacked his thigh in glee. "I must be living right!" 

To prevent her worrying, only Karel Sutherlund was informed of their purpose 
and destination when they left the basement and sneaked through the 
darkness, naked, across the back lawns. A couple of minutes later they piled 
onto Karel's big bed midst excited giggles and a flurry of arms and legs. 

"And now what's first?" Red panted. "You asked me to suck your 
pussy-remember?" 

"MMMM," Amanda acknowledged playfully. "But it can wait a bit. Pussies 
aren't the only thing that can be sucked, you know. Stretch out on your 
back, kind sir. Ahhh, that's it. Now spread your legs way wide." 

Red complied at once, suddenly breathless, rigid cock angling up over his 
belly like a war club. 

"Simon, do you believe in love?" Amanda asked the question as she clambored 
over between his widely-flung thighs. 

"I-uh-yeah, I guess so. Why?" 

"Mmmm, I don't know. Just curious, I guess." Amanda was still puzzled over 
the wealth of tender emotions for Red she had become aware of back in the 
shower room. "I just wanted to ask." 

Then she was silent, eying Red's sex-tool. How huge it was! How vitally 
alive and eager it seemed! Little wonder it had hurt her when the enormity 
of the thing had been eased into her behind. And yet how unlike in shape and 
design it was from Robert Mackles'. Red's was not pointed, but of the same 
size from base to shoulder of the glans, where it flanged abruptly into a 
great broad head, which was encased almost completely in the thick rubbery 
snout of an enormous foreskin. 

She reached forward, cupped a soft hand under the oblongs that were Red's 
nuts and lifted them into better light for a closer look. Red snorted 
harshly. And snorted again as she coddled the testicles in her palm, turning 
his scrotum this way and that, missing nothing. 

"How strange anything so uncomplicated and innocent looking can give a girl 
so much pleasure," Amanda murmured as though to herself, fully conscious of 
a powerful fascination the genitals held for her. She fingered his balls 
gently. "How can you walk with them hanging down between your legs? Don't 
they ever get in the way?" 

"Haah-haah!" Red gasped. "My, my," Amanda marveled. "They're such an oddity, 
really. Why two of them, do you suppose? Wouldn't one work just as well?" 
She frowned reflectively, the tip of a gossamer pink tongue coming out to 
trace around her lips, and positioned a straightened forefinger under the 
center of Red's scrotum so that the nuts fell apart and hung down, one on 
each side, like pockets on a saddle. "Can a man function properly with only 
one?" 

Due to her unexpected attention, Red's pouch commmenced to shrink, and in 
seconds was a mass of tight wrinkles at the base of his cock. 

"Simon! They're going away!" Alarm tinged Amanda's tone. "Don't let them go 
away!" Red loosed a long groan. 

"Where are they going, Simon? Stop them!" In her innocence Amanda actually 
supposed the testicles were disappearing. "Simon! Please!" 

"Yugh! Yugh!" It was the best Red could come up with. 

Frantically Amanda traced her fingers around the shrunken scrotum, ran them 
through the curly red bush surrounding the base of his cock, then trailed 
them down through the crack of his buttocks searching for she knew not what, 
but hoping to hit upon a means of returning his bag to normal size and 
position. Red started, grunted explosively when her fingers brushed across 
his anus, and clinched his buttocks. But not before Amanda acted on impulse; 
she thrust a finger to the limit up his asshole. 

"AARRRGH!!!" Red came up off the bed like a terrified cat and whipped his 
hips to the side, blowing heavily. "God, Sweetness. God!" 

Amanda stifled an impulse to giggle and commanded in pretended anger. "Back 
as you were, Mr. Red-Hairy Simon Terry. I'm not finished with you yet. In 
fact, I've hardly begun." 

Red resumed his former position with an impassioned groan and Amanda, 
kneeling again between his out-flung thighs, leaned forward a bit and 
clasped dainty fingers around his enormous cock. Red whinnied lustfully, his 
asshole snapped at the bed covers and he gulped rustily. Her fingers on his 
prick felt like little dancing bird's feet. Then he gulped a second time, 
eyes glued to the angel kneeling between his legs. Jesus-God.... 

Fascination for the big male prick scant inches in front of her face grew 
for Amanda by leaps and bounds. She had briefly tasted Robert Mackles' cock 
earlier in the day, but right after her aunt had been sucking on it which 
had, she suspected, impaired its flavor. To give her suspicion credence she 
now leaned forward further, sniffed Red's glans, and received in her 
nostrils a full portion of the rich, heady aroma of aroused male genitals. 
She shivered smally in ecstasy and forgot everything else as the fascination 
slowly overcame her. 

She bent closer yet for a better inspection, studied with care the pounding 
blood vessels along the underside of the angled instrument, tentatively 
poked the end of a forefinger at the bulging cum-vein ranging from tip to 
throat-latch, then levered the prick toward her, looking intently at the 
throat-latch itself, studying in minute detail from the point where it began 
to where it disappeared in two small fleshy rises that somehow resembled a 
pair of miniature buttocks that faded as they spread toward the tip. Then 
she levered the cock further toward her, until it pointed at her navel, and 
with a cautious thumb lightly on the top of the glans, pressed lightly and 
pushed, rolling the massive, rubbery foreskin gently backward. The huge 
glans oozed out at her like some strange one-eyed predatory monster seeking 
a tender, juicy young pussy to devour. Once more Amanda shivered smally, 
gasped in delight and breathed hotly on the prick. The ripe musk of hot male 
genitals was getting to her with sledge-hammer force. 

Intently she peered into the great blank eye staring at her from the glans, 
leaned closer yet, inhaled luxuriously, then peeled the glans all the way 
back of the bold shoulder and extended the tip of a pink little timid 
tongue. Not so timidly she began to lick the end of Red's prick. Red 
vibrated, convinced the end had come. 

"Suck it," he pleaded hoarsely. "Suck it, oh god." 

Amanda paid him no mind. Abruptly, instinctively, it came to her that she 
knew precisely how his cock should best be sucked to give them both the 
greatest amount of pleasure, so she ignored Red's desperate, lustful urgings 
and proceeded on her own. 

After she licked and laved the head of his prick thoroughly she began at the 
uppermost point of the big cum-vein, near the throat-latch, affixed her soft 
lips to it sideways and began working toward the point where it disappeared 
under the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. On reaching the southern extremity 
of the vein she cupped his big nuts in both hands and administered unto them 
the same treatment, missing not one square centimeter of his nut sack, 
lifting it gently between thumb and forefinger in order to tongue-wash it 
underneath. 

Simon 'Red' Terry's chest began to heave as he stared upward; his face had a 
peculiar wild-man cast to it and his eyes were beginning to bulge like a 
god-fanatic's. The grunting noises of a hippopotamus in labor came from his 
throat; the ceiling was beginning to float. 

"Aarrrrrghhha!" He sobbed like a despairing walrus as Amanda's tender young 
lips squirmed their way back up the big cum-vein of his prick. A man could 
go real crazy-"Aarrrrrghhha!" The sound blunderbussed the room when Amanda's 
gossamer little tongue commenced once more to anoint the knob of his 
famished prick with saliva. He lifted his head and boggled through blurred 
vision as she nipped and licked his glans till it glistened, resembling an 
off-color bulb. 

Then Amanda once more levered his cock upright, kissed the cum-oozing tip a 
number of times, tried to worm the point of her dainty tongue into the 
baleful eye-all in preparation for the grand finale. 

This finale she began by pursing her lips and blowing a needle-pointed 
stream of air onto the saliva wet glans of Red's cock. The affect was the 
same as if she had suddenly placed an ice pack on his rod-the stream of air 
turned the wet glans icy. And then her head dipped quickly, and she slipped 
the hot, moist, clamping pressures of her tender young virgin mouth down 
over his cock. It scalded him. 

Red screamed like an hysterical doxy. Screamed and bucked and farted like a 
machine gun with a bent barrel, then seized his head in both hands to keep 
the top of it from flying loose. The massive assault of delicious sensations 
almost paralyzed his vocal cords. All he could do was bellow: "HOOT! HOOT!" 
glaring wildly about. But finally he found his voice. 

"She's killing me dead!" he squalled to the world and farted some more. "I 
can't stand it! I'm gonna die! Look!" He pointed toward his crotch, where 
his thick, bull-headed cock was gradually disappearing into Amanda's gullet. 
"She's swallowing me! It ain't possible! AArrrrrghhha! HOOT! HOOT!" 

Red had no way of knowing he was in the hands of an instinctive master 
technician, though her suddenly revealed expertise surpassed anything he'd 
ever seen or heard of. 

From the exceptionally-wide spread of her mouth it almost appeared as if 
Amanda, somehow, had managed to unhinge her jaw, for a full six inches of 
Red's huge root had disappeared into her mouth. Then she braced herself with 
one palm against the bed, gathered Red's scrotum in the other and, jouncing 
and tickling his balls, her head became a blur of motion as it vibrated up 
and down on the tightly-squeezed tube-of male sex-meat. 

"HOOOOOEEEEE-GOD!" Red screamed. Hot semen boiled from his balk and geysered 
in thick slugs up through his prick into Amanda's gullet and he went 
temporarily insane, thrashing, bucking, heaving so that the bed rocked like 
an overloaded skiff, all the while screaming bug-eyed for mercy, from 
anybody, and trying to escape the sweet, delicious madness of Amanda's hot 
young mouth, mokt and tender. 

Amanda had no intention of permitting his escape. Not till she had sucked 
every last smidgen of goodies from Ins disgorging cock, and to prevent hk 
escape she followed him about on hands and knees over the big bed, 
head-fucking him as though she were a famished animal which, in a manner of 
speaking, she was. 

Since she had first smelled the rich male odor of Red's genitals, since she 
had first tasted the ripe, unadulterated flavor of his beautiful prick, a 
ravenous, near-fiendish urge to gobble him completely had beset her. At the 
moment she was conscious of only one thing: the hard, throbbing stalk of 
delicious male fuck-meat in her throat. 

"AARRRRGGH! HOOT! HOOT!" Red chewed his tongue in a mindless agony of 
ecstasy and pawed wildly with both hands at the empty air. 

Amanda's slender body was almost bent double over Red's loins, then one of 
her hands seized the unsheathed section of his cock to steady it while she 
raised her head till the uppermost cartilage ring of her throat caught on 
the shoulder of his prick-head. With this, she slammed her head downward 
with frightening force, driving her gullet another inch down on Red's cock, 
and there she held it, moving her head only a little from side to side until 
Red, puffing like a steam engine, slowly simmered. Only then did she work 
herself free of the wilting prick and flop to the bed beside Red with a 
gladsome sigh, lovely face wreathed in a triumphant smile. 

"I still don't believe it," Red groaned, clutching his crotch. "I saw it 
with my own eyes and don't believe it-I cum so goddamn hard my balls ache!" 

Grinning happily, Amanda poked him playfully in the ribs. "I hope they don't 
hurt so bad you can't do me." 

Red, as yet in a semi-daze, asked inanely: "Do you what?" 

"Suck my pussy, silly." Amanda giggled, poked him again. 

The words acted as an instant restorative on Red. His ruddy face like the 
morning sun and his wilted cock perked suggestively. "Yeah," he mumbled 
eagerly. " 'At's right." 

"And no preliminaries," Amanda said with a catch in her throat. "We'll do 
those next time. For now just suck me. Suck me good." 

She spread her legs, then drew her knees up and let them fall apart as Red 
scooted down on the bed and rolled into position between her thighs. 

Amanda had enjoyed numerous orgasms at the Mercy Club meeting at the Mackles 
basement that evening, including the soul-jarring climax from the 
anal-fucking after Red's arrival, and thus had no burning need for another 
as Red prepared to suck her pussy. She wanted another orgasm. Wanted 
several, in fact, but her fiery, youthful urge to cum had been partially 
assuaged by the evening's activities, and this enabled her to view the 
orgasm forthcoming under Red's tongue and lips with a certain degree of 
equanimity, and she meant to enjoy it leisurely-she hoped. 

"Don't rush it, huh Simon?" 

Red nodded as she continued: 

"And when you suck me to the point where I'm about to cum, where I can't 
hold back any longer, I want you to get up here on top and put it in me. 
Will you do that?" 

Again Red nodded and again said nothing. His throat was so thick it forbade 
utterance. Right under his nose rested the sparse stand of Amanda's pubic 
hair, and from it to his nostrils rose the invigorating, stimulating perfume 
of choice, juicy young cunt. His only reply was to slide his arms around 
under her thighs, place them on her tummy, then lower his face toward her 
crotch. 

In order to better observe, Amanda quickly folded a pillow under her head 
and waited, breathless with expectancy, as the tip of Red's tongue began a 
gentle probing action at the top of her cranny. 

"Ea-easy, Simon," she gasped. "Not so fa-fast. Here. Let me change a bit." 
With this she drew her knees up, hooked her hands around the backs of her 
thighs and spread her legs wide as possible. "Now go ahead-slowly." 

Red looked down at the dish she presented him. The feast was less than two 
inches from his face, and emitting vapors of lust that affected him as would 
a powerful aphrodisiac. Despite the fact that he had but minutes past 
enjoyed the near skull-busting delights of the most stupendous, staggering 
sexual climax of his life, his cock was already again so hard a steel-clawed 
cat could not have scratched it. 

In plain view was the sensitive slit, the protective folds of which were 
drawn apart, revealing Amanda's tiny, perky clit, and below it the small 
opening that was soon to be circled about his invading meat. It was almost 
more than he could endure. A quiver shot through his muscular frame and for 
a nuance he fought the urge to dive at her, gobbling like a starving beast. 
But he conquered the urge. 

And instead extended his head, cautiously taking the right flange of her 
little pussy between his lips. 

"Ahhhhhh." Amanda's deep-bodied sigh covered the room. With it she realized 
she could never hold off her orgasm for any great length of time, no matter 
how slowly Red proceeded. 

Red did not continue immediately, but lay virtually motionless, luxuriating 
in the heady perfume of Amanda's eager twat, lips on the softly silken, 
slightly saline flesh. Then very gradually he commenced to move south, lips 
traveling no more than a millimeter with each breath, tantalizing that part 
of her in his mouth with his tongue, and exercising care that he did not 
touch her clit. Instinct told him that she might explode in climax if he 
did, and since Amanda wanted to drag this part of their love making out, 
this was precisely what he wanted also. 

The muscles on the underside of one of Amanda's thighs twitched. "Ahhhhh, 
Simon-Simon-Simon." 

When Red reached the lower extremity of her vagina, and at the beginning of 
that area separating it and the tan pucker of her anus he paused again, but 
only briefly, then his tongue flicked out several times in lightening 
caresses. Her anus blinked furiously in excitement. 

"Ayeeeee, Simon-Simon-Simon." The whispered words barely penetrated the 
sound of Red's pounding heart. Again he suppressed the urge to gobble her 
like a starving animal, and deserted the tiny no-man's-land between vagina 
and anus by transferring his lips to the left flange of her tender 
cunt-flesh. Once more he continued as before, but stopped a moment when his 
mouth came level with her vulva sphincter. The temptation was too much; he 
could not resist. His tongue darted out, the full length of it slithered 
into her "EEEEK!" 

-pussy and her bottom jerked and she squeaked. He held his tongue inside her 
a moment before withdrawing it with the soggy thunge of an extracted bottle 
cork, the sound followed by her delicate feminine grunt of mounting passion. 

"Si-Simon." Trickles of lust were beginning to reach all parts of her body. 

Red replied without removing his mouth from the passion inflamed flesh of 
her pussy. "Hummmm?" 

"Si-Simon, I think you better come up here now." 

Yet before he could comply she released her legs but held them high io the 
same position, curled the fingers of both hands in the curly red thatch of 
his hair, and in a wild burst of frenzied motion she gyrated and ground her 
open twat frantically over his face from brow to chin. 

"Ah-god!" she panted lustfully, eyes staring at her crotch. "Ah-god! 
Ah-god!" 

"Sweetness-" 

"Up here," she gasped. "Quick! Up here! Put it in me!" And when Red 
scrambled up to cover her she released his hair and seized his hard prick, 
guiding the great broad head of it toward the hot, juicy passage of her 
steaming quim. 

He entered her with a rush that brought from her lips another, louder 
feminine grunt, and would have commenced hammering away had her palms 
against his chest not stopped him. 

"Wait!" she whispered fiercely. "Keep your arms straight so there's space 
between us. Can you fuck me like that? I want to watch." 

Red responded automatically, the lust-haze clouding his mind preventing his 
doing otherwise. 

Amanda shivered-visibly, clenched her small jaw and squeezed tight her eyes 
to gather control of her senses and emotions. It was not easy, though after 
some seconds she succeeded in forcing back the orgasm quivering in her 
belly, and opened her eyes to look down at their connected genitalia. The 
thick, bull-headed prick was half buried in her pussy-at the moment it was 
the only place their bodies touched-and this half of Red's ensconced prick 
stuffed her delightfully, gave her much greater pleasure than Robert 
Mackles' cock had. Sight of the mighty, veined shaft of throbbing male 
sex-meat thrusting into her body brought from Amanda's lips a soft, lustful 
wail of approval. 

"G-good," she choked. "It's g-good." 

Very slowly Red eased his hips forward, and Amanda's face went slack with 
lust as his rigid penis began disappearing into the hairy growth between her 
thighs. In proportion to this disappearance, she felt the huge blunt head 
contact and gently shunt aside certain of her inner organs in its quest, and 
she strove mightily to spread wider her angled thighs in order that not one 
tiny fraction of the marvelous invader be left outside her womb. 

Then it was done. The goal was reached. Red's prick was in her to the hilt. 
It was physically impossible for it to advance further-the acute angle 
between the base of Red's prick and his body was snugged tightly against the 
upper extremity of Amanda's vulva and her pleasure mound, which put sweet 
pressure on her clit and the sensitive area below it, the all of which 
caused Amanda's senses to stagger badly. 

"Oooommmm," she sobbed wetly against his chest. "Oooommmm, dear god it's 
good-good-good." With this she grabbed Red's face between her palms and, 
straining upward, lavished kisses all over it in a paroxysm of lust. 
"Ah-god! Ah-god!" When she released his face she flung the pillow from under 
her head. "Now come down on me," she gasped, vision blurred. 

Red lowered himself carefully in order not to disturb the connection of 
their hotly-snugged loins, and just as carefully eased his thick cock out of 
her tight young pussy to the glans. 

Amanda's belly muscles twitched from sensations sponsored by the prick's 
withdrawal, continued to twitch as Red eased forward, curling his loins down 
and under in order to sink his meat the ultimate fraction into her pussy. A 
quick series of sharp little barks burst from Amanda's lips at the action, 
but ended in a sobby moan from the wondrous goodness produced by the 
dangling, cum-bloated nuts nudging softly against her exposed and 
unprotected asshole. 

"Ah-god, ah-god," she sobbed wanely. "I can't stand it much longer. I'm 
about to kuh-kuh-cum." 

The young man fucking slowly into her had no reply. He was about to cum 
himself. Already hard and rigid as a tube of automobile tire rubber, his 
prick was beginning to swell even further, his balls to tighten, and there 
was in his lower loins that indescribable feeling that always precedes an 
earth-quaking male orgasm. At the completion of the first cycle, Red began 
to fuck into Amanda with the measured rhythm of a barely moving metronome. 

Amanda, with the instinctive reaction of the female animal who knows beyond 
all doubt and question she is receiving a delicious, soul satisfying fuck, 
circled Red's neck with her arms and clasped his waist with her thighs, 
drawing their bodies so snug Red was left only room for his loins-action. 
Even so, he did not pause or falter, but kept his thick, blood-swollen prick 
pistoning serenely into her pussy, at the termination of each gentle 
in-stroke giving his loins a little added, extra hunch that applied 
additional pressure in Amanda's upper labia, and brought the hairs around 
the base of his root in tickling contact with her clit. And each time he 
hunched thusly a small sound broke from Amanda's throat. 

An inherent sex-knowledge told Amanda this was no ordinary coupling, that 
the upcoming orgasm would have none of the fiery violence she had heretofore 
been experiencing. There was a peaceful contentment, a deep-seated, 
pervading serenity about this fuck she had not known before, and, through 
the lust-fog beclouding her mind, she gloried in it. 

She was not unaware of the fact that her Aunt Karel had at first feared she 
might develop into a sexless husk, and she had heard Sam, over in the 
Mackles' basement, warn her aunt that she might become an insatiable 
nymphomaniac. Secretly, to herself, only, Amanda pooh-poohed both these 
possibilities. To her own way of thinking she was simply a healthy young 
woman who had recently discovered, albeit belatedly and by a somewhat 
devious route, the wonderful world of sex and was responding in accordance 
with a healthy young woman's bodily needs and, the same as any other 
superbly sexually-oriented young female, she enjoyed being fucked. And right 
now a knowledge she did not know she possessed informed her she was getting 
a fuck she would long remember. Then the lust-cloud swirled faster around 
her thoughts and she gave herself over, physically, mentally and spiritually 
to the soul-ravishing glory of the long, thick male penis stirring smoothly, 
gently, amongst her secret places. 

"Oooommm-Simon," she crooned softly into Red's ear. "Ooommm-fuck me Simon. 
Gently-sweetly fuck me." 

Red ceased his action and sought her mouth with his. Amanda groaned deep 
inside herself as their lips met, as their tongues caressed each other until 
Red's lips closed over her tongue and he sucked the gossamer flesh with 
meticulous care, wooling it, tugging at it as cannons began going off inside 
his head. 

"Sssssssssss." The long, gradually-released sound hissed softly from 
Amanda's lips, though both she and Red heard it but faintly. Their bodies 
under the light shown from a thin film of perspiration as they lay naked on 
the bed; Red above, weight braced on elbows, Amanda below, soft arms about 
his neck, thighs clasping his waist, their bodies further joined by the big, 
ribbed, veined male cock working in and out of her tight pussy-the two of 
them presenting a picture of flawless muscular unison and intimate sexual 
rhythm. Their movements displayed such perfect coordination they seemed one 
person. 

"Unh-Simon, unh-Simon." The hushed little panting gasps, uttered close to 
Red's ear, could have been heard beyond the limits of the bed. "Ahhhhh, 
Simon dearest, you're cum-" A startled look flickered over her lovely face, 
but was replaced at once by an expression of dreamy rapture, and the cooing 
sounds from her throat became low feline purrs. Yet the purring also changed 
quickly to lustful whimpers as victory overswept her. 

"Oh god!" she whined wildly in a sudden frenzy of lust. "I'm about to cum 
also and-I-I Simon. I'm-Oh dear god! Simon! I'm kuh-kuh-CUMMMHINNNGG!!!" 

Her body quaked, her belly bucked, her arms and thighs tightened about Red 
as her internal cum-organs and glands commenced to spasm and convulse in 
savage reply to the big prick flooding her womb with semen, and her knees 
drew back to angle her pussy straight up so as not to lose a drop of her 
Simon's precious nectar. 

"Simon, I'm CUMMMniNG!" she mewled again, slithering her tongue far into his 
mouth. Then a seizure of emotions beset her, and she jerked her head to the 
side, face warped into an agonized mask of dominating lust. "OH-GOD, OH-GOD! 
I CANT STAND IT!" She continued to whine and pant, eyes clenched against the 
delicious agony of the mighty orgasm wracking her slender body. "OH! OH!" 
And her cum-organs continued their spastic convulsions, continued to flush 
hot maiden juices about Red's prick in her belly. "EEEEEEE-AH! IT'S KILLING 
ME! I CANT STAND IT!" 

The lust-cloud that swirled madly about Amanda's senses gently nudged her to 
the brink of reality toward the gray, misty void of semi-awareness. She 
could not pinpoint the act as a definite occurence when Red hauled his big 
cock from her belly, rolled free and gently pressed her thighs together. 

Red stood beside the bed a moment, looking down at her, a bit giddy from the 
onslaught of this second massive orgasm, then made his way on unsteady legs 
to the bathroom for a shower, shaking his head in profound wonder. Amanda 
Remmick was a born natural. 

When he returned from showering some minutes later, Amanda lay in the same 
position, a goofy little smile on her face and sound asleep. 

Dawn was creeping through the windows of her aunt's room when Amanda 
awakened. She dispersed all remnants of sleep from her naked body with the 
slow, luxurious stretch of the well-satisfied, voluptuous feline. A gladsome 
smile of rememberance tilted the corners of her ripe mouth when her eyes 
found the naked form of Red beside her. He lay on his back, hands on his 
chest, snoring quietly. 

Very carefully Amanda sat upright, expecting to feel the sharp bite of pain. 
It did not materialize. She drew her thighs slightly apart, gently probed 
with cautious fingers around and about her vagina. A dozen times the 
preceding night it had occurred to her that this morning she would be too 
sore to walk and yet, surprisingly, there was indeed only a little soreness 
from the numerous fuckings of yesterday. Certainly not enough to prevent her 
doing the same today, except-a small frown creased her flawless brow-except 
she did not intend for numerous men to fuck on her today. That gang-fucking 
last night on the maternity table; she'd have no more of that. 

She looked at the sleeping Red beside her, eyes coming to rest on the 
flaccid roll of his penis lying peacefully against his hairy scrotum. She 
wanted to be fucked on only by Simon-at least for now. Later she would 
branch out to the various men of the Mercy Club as the mood moved her, but 
for now she hungered only for Simon. 

She stretched again, remembering Sam's contention that she might be 
developing into an insatiable nymphomaniac. Well, she wasn't and she knew 
damn well she wasn't, so pooh to fat Sam and his contentions. Like any other 
normal, healthy, superbly sexually-oriented young woman, she simply enjoyed 
being fucked-so there! 

A secret smile overspread her lovely features as she scooted down in the bed 
and leaned over the snoring Red's loins. How strange his sleeping penis 
looked; so wrinkled and drawn-up. Cautiously she extended a hand, took the 
penis in dainty fingers and delicately thumbed back the rubbery, snouted 
foreskin. The secret smile on her face became mischievous as she lowered her 
head and captured the glans of Red's limp cock with the hot, moist heat of 
her lips. 

"Grrraawwwk!" Red exploded upright into awareness, gaped ludicrously about 
in alarm. "Wha-wha-?" His cock bucked upright also, thick, hard and solid as 
he recognized Amanda and asked foolishly: "What time is it?" 

Amanda giggled in sheer delight, and wagged his rigid pecker threateningly. 
"It's time you got this wonderful thing inside me, Simon." Her head dipped, 
and Red cringed as the gossamer surface of her pink little tongue swiped 
across the end of his delightful cock. "Come on, Simon. Let's fuck." 


THE END
