The Fraternity Initiation
by Aaron Phillips


FOREWORD 

The sixth decade of twentieth century America is having its pages of history 
written in blood. Riots in the ghettos, student protests throughout the 
nation, violence in the high schools and colleges, and a continuing rise in 
crime-all are marked by one outstanding element: Youth. 

Young people have been labeled as products of their society, trouble makers, 
nation builders and revolutionists, all heading the world 
hell-bent-for-leather toward certain destruction. But no one of the "over 
thirty" generation comes to their aid with the exception of a few 
distinguished artists, among them, author, in his latest social drama. 

The author's purpose in writing this particularly brilliant comment on our 
changing social structure is stated in one sample question from the thoughts 
of his heroine, Linda O'Brien. 

"Who's to blame?" she asks an unknown listener as she tries to sort out the 
confusion in her life, unable to discover why her life and the lives of her 
contemporaries are so wrongly ruled by circumstance. 

The author brilliantly illustrates the cause for her confusion in the 
character of her boyfriend, a teen-ager whose values have been set by his 
preceding generation, forcing him to meet the shallow social challenge of 
belonging by destroying Linda's future in his society with a foolhardy boast 
that he could not have possibly been capable of supporting. 

Pressure from within the sheltered youth society and the megalomaniacal 
adult society finds its roots in the strangely deceptive characters of the 
Thompson family, a wealthy father of questionable character whose influence 
over his two teenage children has a far-reaching effect on more than just a 
few of their comrades. 

The thrill seekers who inhabit these pages all have one important thing in 
common: they don't know whom to blame for their misadventures. And without a 
scapegoat they will eventually turn inward and begin their own 
self-destruction in a desperate effort to exterminate the culprit of apathy 
that threads the very matrix of our modem adult America as it did in 
ill-fated Rome several thousand years ago. 

This book asks a question and ends with a question, causing the reader to 
stop and think deeply about the confusion in our world today, possibly 
finding his own answer to: "Who's to blame?" 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER 1 

A cooling rain pelted the dry September leaves in the small glen, freshening 
the Indian Summer air while tiny grey squirrels huddled in their tree 
sanctuaries, waiting for it to stop. Below them the car, a chromed monster 
creaked lightly as its aged springs strained under the awkward movements of 
two teenagers grappling with each other in the front seat. 

The steamed windows refused audience to the curious eyes of the nervous 
squirrels, and the pinging rain on the old car's rusting surface drowned the 
soft whimperings that slipped from between the girl's parted lips. 

"Jerry, please," she pleaded and regretfully turned her face away from his 
hungering lips. "We've got to stop now, before it's too late. Please." 

Slowly, methodically he moved a few inches away from her, separating his 
heaving chest from the full firmness of her breasts. His eyes lifted to hers 
for a moment, revealing the urgent message of his passion and then turned 
away as he fell back against the seat, his broad shoulders resting against 
the fogged windows. 

"I'm sorry," she gulped. "I really am." 

"So am I!" 

"Oh Jerry, please try to understand. I ... " 

"Understand? Understand?!! That's all I ever do is understand, and I'm 
getting sick and tired of this one way street! Two, three times a week we 
come out here to park, and two or three times a week you start to get all 
worked up, then I get all worked up, and then bingo, like a little old lady 
you cut me off. If you only knew what this does to me, you wouldn't come on 
so strong to begin with. 

"Dammit, look, feel my hands! It's cold, raining outside, and I'm sweating 
like crazy and you are too! Look at yourself in the mirror, Linda. Your 
hair's screwed up, your skin's as red as my car and your eyes, Christ, your 
eyes are like a cornered panther, scared to death-but not of me. No, you're 
more afraid of yourself, of living like a woman." 

Unsure of his emotions, unsure of his speech, Jerry Campbell turned away 
from his girlfriend and stared out the window. The snapping finality of a 
match broke the silence and he lit his cigarette, watching the flickering 
match dance its yellow flame over his reflection in the window. For a moment 
he should say nothing. Just let her think about what he had already said: 
let it sink into her thoughts through the silence. 

He waited for her to speak and recalled two months ago he had seen Linda 
O'Brian, a shining blonde, sunning herself on the beach and had told himself 
immediately; "That's for me!" And she was, but not all of her. 

Jerry had wasted no time getting to meet her and couldn't hide his surprise 
when he found out that in the fall she would be going to the same . high 
school that he attended. Dragging slowly on his cigarette, he thought of how 
she looked that first day, smiling so quickly at his jokes, throwing her 
head to one side teasingly when her long hair fell over her laughing face. 
They had talked, laughed, and surfed for more than two hours, but he 
couldn't remember their conversation. All that remained from that first day 
was a seductive picture tucked neatly in a secret corner of his mind. It was 
an image of her, full firm breasts in the sunlight. He had watched the two 
melon-like orbs from the very first moment they met and was slightly 
embarrassed when she caught him staring at their fullness. He knew she 
prided herself in her body, but so far he hadn't been able to do anything 
but admire her delicious curves. 

Exhaling a wisp of smoke he turned slightly to watch her sitting across from 
him, tracing intricate designs on the moist windshield. Her other forearm 
rested across the rosy aureoles of her bared breasts self-consciously, and 
her modesty bitterly bit at his aching loins. He thought of all the times 
they had parked in the small glen and angrily sucked more of the tasteless 
smoke into his lungs. Every time they came here it was the same: They would 
neck for a while, then he would remove her blouse-it had only taken him 
three dates to get that far-he had bragged to his bud dies. Then his hands 
would slide over the succulent orbs, caressing and pinching the taut red 
nipple until he could stand it no longer and would suddenly drop his head to 
her heaving chest and suck hungrily at the vibrant flesh. 

That much loving had been his restriction for the first month, he thought 
bitterly. After a dozen or so parking adventures he finally gathered the 
courage to slide his hands along the tender inner flesh of her thighs, not 
stopping when she protested as before, but continuing on to the warm 
dampness of her nylon panties until his fingers slid under the tight elastic 
band and discovered the silken softness nestled between her legs. 

A smile crossed his face as he remembered that first sensuous moment, but 
his face quickly slackened as he thought of how she had reacted tonight. It 
was just the same as always; his fingers through the satiny blonde pubic 
hair, the first exciting touch against her moist slit, then the quick entry 
and rhythmic, exhilarating stroking-but that was all, or almost all. Except 
for his fingers, nothing and no one else had ever penetrated the innocent 
high school girl's vagina, and no matter how hard he tried, Jerry failed 
every time he reached the point of no return ... just as he had failed a few 
minutes ago. 

"Jerry," her voice asked uncertainly from the other side of the car, 
intruding on his thoughts and the steadily pounding rain. 

"What is it?" he answered sourly. 

"You must believe me, my darling. I do under stand, I really do, but we're 
so young and it's so dangerous." 

"What's so dangerous?" he said roughly. 

"Please don't tease me. You know what I mean ... it." 

"What?" was his harsh reply. Her naive references to sex always irritated 
him, a man of seventeen, a stud, that's what his buddies called him. 

"Oh, Jerry," she sighed unsteadily. "You know, doing it." 

"Christ!" he muttered with disgust. 

"Oh, Jerry, don't, please don't be angry with me just because I can't say 
that word. I can't help it. It-it's just such an ugly word that it makes 
loving seem so animalistic, so awful." 

He blew a smoke ring, trying to find something to say that would make him 
sound sophisticated. He knew he was a man of the world, hell, anybody knew 
that! He suddenly had another idea that might work, an idea that might get 
her pants off at last. 

He snuffed out the butt of his unfiltered cigarette and raised his hand to 
the window with an unnecessary flourish. In large threatening lines he 
traced the letter "F" on the steamed window. 

"Oh, Jerry," she gasped, knowing exactly what he was going to write. 
"Please, don't, you know I can't stand that word." 

Then a capital "U" stood at the end of his long finger in perfect line with 
the first letter. A sadistic smile crossed his seventeen-year-old face as he 
slowly, teasingly formed a capital "C". 

"No, please," she uttered through a heavy terrified breath and slid herself 
across the seat next to him, throwing both arms around his neck and pulling 
him toward her. "Jerry, you know I love you, and if you love me, please 
don't write that awful word. Please!" 

His long finger suspended in the air ready to strike the final letter, Jerry 
hesitated and turned his head toward the innocent young girl on the seat 
next to him. The pleading in her eyes made him realize that his supposed 
worldliness gave him the upper hand. She was terrified of the words she had 
heard him and others shout at each other, but Jerry hadn't realized until 
now that she feared the four-letter vulgarity with such strong emotion. 
Obviously, he could use her fear to his advantage, but he'd have to be 
careful if he wanted to get into her hot little pants, he schemed. He'd have 
to play it cool. 

"You're right, Linda," he said softly, his face only an inch away from hers. 
"I'm sorry that I'm being such a bastard ... see, there I said another dirty 
word! I guess I just can't help myself, but you've got to know that I don't 
mean to be cruel. I was mad, that's all, just mad. I'm sorry." 

"Oh, Jerry, I love you!" 

It worked, he thought triumphantly as he stared into her powdery blue eyes 
and lied: "I love you, too. You're so beautiful and I love you more than 
anything!" 

It was true! He does love me, oh I knew it, she smiled inwardly and sensed a 
vibrant quiver ruffle the soft swell of her belly. It was the same beginning 
of sensual pleasure that always started her virginal passions to burn, the 
same tingling that she felt every time he told her he loved her, slipped her 
blouse from her body and slithered his tongue salaciously over her breasts, 
forcing her nipples to rise with the growing trembling in her loins. His 
slender fingers slid to the tiny gold buckle of her belt and unfastened it 
with a quick click followed by the rasping of her zipper as he expertly 
tugged it downward. 

Almost immediately he spread his palms over the soft rounded curve of her 
young sensual hips under the navy blue mini-skirt, pushing at the resilient 
flesh with the flat of his hand, then sliding the loosened skirt over her 
long suntanned thighs as she lifted her hips to help him, not wanting to 
stop the delicious pleasure that his touch rippled through her virginal 
body. 

She stared into the deep darkness of his unblinking eyes as he dropped the 
skirt on the floor of his sedan. Her full, firm breasts swayed lasciviously 
beneath her as she bent slowly forward, not wanting the hands to stop 
grasping at her hips, to stop stoking the glowing coals of youthful love and 
untried passion that burned in her loins. She wanted to love him, she wanted 
to do it ... if only this time she would have the courage to go through with 
it and let him take her here on the front seat of his old sedan. 

She shuddered as a luscious current of sexual fire singed her spine and 
slowly closed her eyes, parting her full red lips at the same time and 
knowing that his kiss would seal the bond of love between them. 

He stared at the trickle of moisture that glistened on her parted lips and 
smiled inwardly. This was it! This was the time that he would finally slip 
his cock into her tight little virgin cunt! He knew that she would make all 
the moves, that she would let him screw her, and he felt a sudden relief 
with the knowledge that the terrible throbbing that jerked his swollen penis 
would soon be released in a flood of sperm into her untouched vagina. For 
two months he had fought to win her delicious prize and tonight it would 
finally be his for the taking. All the struggling, the torment of rejection, 
and the anger inside him would soon be gone, and he would find his cock 
enmeshed in the warm wetness of her soft yielding cunt. 

Their heads moved forward simultaneously" and their lips met with a crushing 
passion that offered the answer to both their needs. They twisted 
frantically together, her taut, flushed breasts flattening against his chest 
while their tongues met in a sensuous dance of joy. 

Jerry felt the terrible pulsing ache in his penis and knew that he couldn't 
last very long, but there was one more thing to do, one more ploy to use in 
his assured seduction of this hot young chick. With it, he would seal her 
fate, and assure himself of her sexual availability as long as he wanted it. 
Goddamn, it's gonna make her cry with pleasure, h'e thought proudly and 
whispered through his heavy panting: "Linda, we've got to stop before we go 
too far, before it's too late." 

It worked! he sighed to himself as her arms frantically tightened her grip 
around his neck and she crushed her trembling lips against his mouth once 
more. Her passion was his answer, and she punctuated it with a throaty moan, 
sending a blistering shock through his aching loins. She turned her naked 
breasts more towards him, pushed her slender hips against the hardened bulge 
of his penis as the swollen organ throbbed with delight. Then she rubbed her 
nylon-covered pubic mound against the thickness, feeling for the first time 
that she wanted him to really do it to her and make the two of them an 
unbreakable pair, a single entity for the rest of eternity. She mewled again 
with girlish passion as she felt his trembling ha'nds sliding over the 
satiny, copper-colored skin of her naked torso, making her want more than 
just the simple, timid touch of fingers on her breasts. She wanted him to 
pluck at her nipples just like he was doing now, to jiggle the swaying orbs 
of her tender young breasts, just like he was doing! Oh God, he was so 
gentle, she moaned and increased the turgid tempo of her tongue, brushing it 
fervently over the roof of his mouth, while he traced a tantalizing path 
around her taut pink nipples in response to her tongue's eager prodding. 
Then he slipped his fingertips lightly, gently over the tightened skin of 
her fragile ribcage and guided them across her back and over the quivering 
whiteness of her tender young buttocks. She jerked involuntarily at the 
strange, but exciting touch on her bottom and clenched the strong, muscles 
underneath the skin of the two moon-like orbs to let him know that she liked 
his sensuous touch, that she loved it! 

"God, I love you," he panted, wanting her to hear the magical words, wanting 
her to believe his unforgivable lies and give the precious jewel of her 
virginity to him now. 

"Oh, yes," she gasped, staring into the shadows of his eyes. "I love you, 
too," she said breathlessly, knowing that everything was alright, knowing 
that his love would lead her through life to the portals of heaven. 

As if on a predetermined mission, his thumbs reached over the white lace of 
her panties and then slipped easily under the restricting elastic band, 
finding the soft downy triangle of her silken pubic mound and its warm 
moisture. There lay the warm softness that had driven men insane for 
centuries ... the warm softness of a woman's most treasured possession ... 
the warm softness that had begun and ended wars throughout history ... and 
now it belonged to him, Jerry Campbell. 

His blood-filled penis was throbbing with impatient desire and he quickly 
slipped his fingers over the top of her panties and rugged them over the 
perspiring curve of her sensuously rotating hips. In a few short seconds the 
bikini briefs were lying beneath her naked feet and Jerry looked at her with 
sex-filled eyes, viewing her entire long, sensual nakedness for the first 
time. He traced a vision-path over her flushed, waiting body while he 
frantically worked at the zipper of his trousers. Kneeling, he unbuckled the 
tight levis while she lay on the large seat, her lustful eyes watching his 
trembling hand grope for the unknown male organ that she had never seen 
before. 

"Ooohhh, Jerry, we can't! You were right; we've got to stop now!" she 
whispered, her trembling voice exposing her fear. The words were punctuated 
with a sudden gasp as she saw the boy's throbbing rod of hardened flesh jerk 
up as he released it. She had felt his penis through his trousers hundreds 
of times and had always wondered what a man's erect organ looked like. But 
she had never imagined that a boy's penis would look like that, long and 
thick like a club, with a purplish-red head at the end. She was frightened 
by the size and at the same time excited by its obvious power. If his finger 
always felt so good, so exciting, then what will his "thing" feel like? 

Torn between fear and desire she pushed herself toward the door, cowering 
with fright but not able to understand the powerful rhythmic clenchings of 
the swollen muscle that guarded her untouched vagina. Jerry quickly 
stretched himself on the seat beside her and gently straightened her legs, 
so that she lay on her side, her excited young body facing the unknown 
adventure that waited in the form of his pulsating penis. 

With lusty confidence he slid his hands over the quivering swell of her 
belly to the soft silken mound of her blonde pubic hair, eagerly searching 
for the swollen pink lips that protected her virginal cunt. He easily parted 
the moist flesh and slithered his exploring finger along the quivering cleft 
until he brushed the tiny bud of her swelling clitoris. Then softly, like a 
curious child, he began to roll the moist, red bundle of nerve tissue 
between his thumb and forefinger. 

"Oh, God! Oh, my God, Jerry, that feels so Goood! Oh, so nice! Oh, I love 
you ... don't stop! I love you!" she whispered with every tingling tormented 
cell of her sixteen-year-old being, and for the first time grasped the hot 
rigidness of his cock. He moaned through his clenched teeth at the tender 
grip on his prick, knowing that she was really his now. He moaned again at 
the salacious touch that he always dreamed about and began to roll slowly on 
his side in a rhythmic ecstasy as her tiny fingers gripped his throbbing 
flesh tighter and tighter. Slithering splinters of desire were tormenting 
his sex-crazed flesh and were almost too much for his lust-incited mind to 
take. He had to find relief! And then he did, suddenly and quickly, as he 
rammed his middle finger into the clenching confines of her cunt. 

"Ooooooh! That hurts! Be gentle, please, be gentle!" she mewled at the 
sudden intrusion. 

But he couldn't hear her whimpered plea through his lust-ridden mind and 
continued the rasping thrusts of his finger into the smooth widening channel 
of her vagina. She knew that the tightness was going to give soon as she 
felt the clenched muscles of her cuntal entrance begin to relax and the warm 
juices of passion secrete from the glands in her tender cavern of desire and 
lubricating the quickening fingers. They were almost ramming into her warm, 
damp passageway and suddenly the thought of her tiny protective hymen 
slipped through her mind. 

Virgin! She was still a virgin, and no matter how good it felt, no matter 
how much she needed his love, if she let him take her here, in an old 
creaking car, her virginity would be gone forever and she would have nothing 
left ... nothing at all! Now, the renewed fear of being incomplete 
instigated a sudden flow of adrenalin in her heart and she tried to push him 
away from her perspiring body and precious virginity, but the obsessed boy 
had unknowingly pinioned her arms, leaving her defenseless. The throbbing 
red organ that she unwittingly had stroked into a frenzy was still jerking 
in her tightly clenched fists, and his passion was maddening, almost too 
much. He knew that he was about to lose control and cum before he ever got 
himself into her hot little cunt. He couldn't wait any longer! He had to 
fuck her now! 

But the girl's fear was quickly taking control of her overwrought senses and 
she began to mouth urgent pleas to stop. At first, through the veil of 
desire that clouded her tormented mind, she couldn't speak. A low painful 
gurgle uttered from her choked throat and he lifted his head, slowing the 
ramming finger at the same time, thinking that he had hurt her. But if it 
hurt, that was just too goddamned tough! She was a fiery little virgin, and 
he was going to take care of that. He was going to fuck her now once and for 
all, so he could finally relieve her of the precious hymen that had thwarted 
his effort to seduce her for so many long weeks. 

"Please ... No! Jerry, don't!" She pleaded, trying to think of something 
that would stop him without making him angry. "I could get pregnant! Please 
stop now! We have to!" 

But her lying excuse was unheard to the lust maddened young teenager and he 
rolled her over so that she lay spread-eagled on her back, unable to control 
the muscles in her trembling thighs. Oh God, he thought wildly as one of her 
hands still jerked at his massive throbbing cock, sending the erotic fires 
of pent-up desire racing through his groin. He had to stop her, he thought 
frantically, and with both hands grabbed her wrist. He knew he had to free 
his pulsing prick from her painful, masturbating grip so that he could slide 
the massive organ between her legs and ram it into the hot deep confines of 
her virginal cunt. 

Now every ounce of her girlish strength held onto the throbbing organ, but 
she helplessly felt him gaining control. She was going to lose her 
virginity! Her mind shot out at her in pain when suddenly she heard the boy 
cry out: "Oh Fuck! I'm cumming! No, Godddammit! No, fuck! I'm cumming!" And 
as his words pierced the streaming sexual air in the car she felt the fiery 
juices of life shoot from the jerking tip of his organ and spread over her 
trembling thighs in thick spurts until he cried out with an unfulfilled sob. 
He had lost again! He'd lost out to her fucking hand! 

And then he dejectedly rolled over and let his arm rest across the white 
firmness of her breasts. 

"Oh, Jerry, I didn't really want to stop," she lied, with a tear in her eye. 
"But I remembered that I'm in my fertile period. God, what would my parents 
say if I ever got pregnant!" 

Jerry said nothing and raised himself from beside her, searching for his 
pants. He didn't know if she were lying or not, but he did know that on 
their next date she wouldn't be fertile, and goddamn it, she won't keep that 
pussy away from me again! There was more than one way to get at that cunt, 
and he knew that he would find all of them if he had to. Just play it cool, 
he thought, and don't let her know you're pissed off. Make her think it's 
alright ... then in a few days-yeah, in a few days her cunt'll belong to no 
one but Mr. Jerry Campbell. 

He turned toward her in the half shadow and she could see him smiling, not 
knowing the real reason for his impish grin. 

"It's alright, honey," he said softly, wanting every word to sound as if he 
cared for no one in the world but her. "We'll be careful from now on, and 
never take any more chances." 

"Oh, darling!" she squealed and threw her arms around his neck. "I do love 
you, I really do!" 

 CHAPTER 2 

With a long graceful sweep, the girl's delicate hand spread a wide path of 
silvery lotion on Linda's back, straightening the tiny almost white hairs on 
the slender back of her neck. The last five months had provided her with a 
deep, rich copper tan, but she still spent every free minute during the day 
at the beach in preparation for winter. School started next week, and as a 
"new girl," Linda wanted to impress her classmates, male and female alike, 
with the dark evidence of her leisurely summer. 

"Do you think they'll like me?" she asked her doe-eyed friend. 

"Sure, you don't have to worry at all. The word has already spread that 
you're coming, and besides, you've met at least a hundred of the seniors, so 
you don't have to worry about being accepted if you stay the way you are," 
Shirley Thompson told her while spreading the cooling lotion in broad, 
unrelated patterns on Linda's back. 

"Mmmmm, that feels good," the prostrate girl half-whispered, remembering 
that she had said something very similar to Jerry last night. But, of 
course, that was different, really different. 

"Come on, your turn," Shirley said, slapping her friend lightly on her 
buttocks, then falling facedown on the straw mat that designated their 
territory of sandy beach. She waited for Linda to rub her down with the 
luscious, skin saving lotion, licking her dry lips intently and staring at a 
small crusted shell. She had met her blonde friend last May at nearly the 
same spot on the beach, and since then had spent nearly every day with her, 
unless Linda was with Jerry, or Tony had taken Shirley somewhere away from 
the beach. 

"There's one thing, though," she said, hesitating for a moment, not sure if 
she should mention it or not. 

"Mm?" Linda answered, her attention focused along the gentle curves of her 
ebony-haired friend's body. She couldn't help but admire the soft smooth 
lines that out-lined her friend's silhouette, and often felt a tiny tinge of 
envy when she looked at her. Shirley was almost four inches shorter than 
Linda, but her long, slender legs and proportionate torso made her look much 
taller, and when she stood, her shiny black hair cascaded from her 
shoulders, spraying softly across her back, and sometimes nestling in its 
even ends at the dimpled top of the cleavage that separated her full-rounded 
buttocks. The long flowing hair always swayed when she walked, keeping time 
with her sensuous hips like the pendulum of a clock. Linda too had what the 
boys called a "bitchin' walk," but she couldn't help wanting to be more like 
Shirley. 

"What I mean is," Shirley paused for a second, lifting her torso and 
readjusting her full, firm breasts so that she rested more comfortably in 
the sand. "There, that's better. Now, what I mean is, do you know anything 
about really being accepted at school-like maybe being accepted by the 
fraternity?" 

"Fraternity?" Linda asked, tilting her head to one side, then leaning it 
back slightly, trying to think of a fraternity. "I didn't know there was a 
fraternity at the high school." 

"There isn't," Shirley continued, stopping for a moment to push the sides of 
her expanded breasts towards each other so that no one could see the 
darkened rings that surrounded her large nipples. "Damn, I wish that 
everybody would approve of topless so I wouldn't have to hide these stupid 
things." 

Linda giggled at her friend's frustration, but wished that her breasts were 
as large as Shirley's, though she secretly knew that she hadn't met any girl 
at the beach whose breasts were as large or as firm and shapely at her 
own-no one except Shirley, that is. 

"Where was I?" Shirley asked herself. "Oh, yeah, the Greeks, that's 
fraternity to you dummies. It's not a high school club, because the school 
board won't allow them in the system-the superintendent says they're 
dangerous to our morals. Anyway, it's a Greek House from the University, and 
most of the members have come from this area." 

"Why?" Linda asked, not really interested in college boys, not this year 
anyway. 

"Well that goes along with what I said about being accepted. You see, each 
of the high schools in town is allowed two candidates, and both of them are 
allowed to join the House while they're still seniors in their petty little 
high schools." 

"So that makes the guys big shots, huh?" 

"Right, wizard. But that's not all." 

"What's the big deal? Do you mean that I should give up Jerry and date one 
of the high school jerks who belongs to the fraternity?" 

"Wow, man, watch your evil tongue," Shirley said with an elfish grin. "If 
any of the boys heard you say that, you'd be blacklisted in two seconds, 
especially if Jerry heard it." 

"What do you mean," she said, applying the finishing strokes of the sun tan 
lotion to Shirley's back. 

"Because, know-it-all, Jerry is a candidate for membership as soon as school 
starts." 

"Oops, I guess I said the wrong thing," she giggled. 

"Oops, yourself. You'd better believe you did, because Tony's up for it, 
too. Geez, you must be blind. Haven't you noticed how short tempered Jerry's 
been for the last two weeks?" 

Linda nodded and almost said he was angry all the time for a much different 
reason than joining a stupid fraternity, but changed her mind and continued 
to listen. 

"Tony's been the same way, and it's all because of the club. The first 
initiation party is a week from today, and they haven't come up with an idea 
yet." 

"Idea for what?" 

"For the initiation, silly. Boy, yon sure are dumb sometimes. The guys have 
got to think of something really wild and outa sight, otherwise the other 
two who've also been nominated will get into the House and our boys'll be 
hell to live with." 

Linda pondered the situation for a moment, wondering exactly what the impact 
might be on her. Even if Jerry was upset for a while, he'd get over it and 
they'd still be together ... forever, she hoped. Mr. and Mrs. Jerry 
Campbell, she mused with a pleased smile slowly growing at the corners of 
her lips. 

"Oh, sure," Shirley said, half-sarcastically. "You think everything's fine 
with you and Jerry, but there's more to the initiation than just a new 
idea." 

"Like what," Linda said with a slight nod of her head, and reached into her 
beach bag for an emory board. 

"Like you, honey! If the fraternity decides they don't like a candidates 
girlfriend, then he's out, and there's no such thing as a second chance. 
Jerry's probably worried about your being accepted. I know Tony is; he told 
me last night." 

Linda remained silent, looking at her friend, then down at her long 
fingernails. The crusted emory board rasped back and forth rapidly while she 
thought about what Shirley had said. There shouldn't be any reason for Jerry 
to worry, nor Tony, for that matter. Besides, she knew that she was more 
important to Jerry than some old fraternity. If it was a question of 
choosing between the two, he'd take her over a bunch of rowdy college boys. 
She was positive. He loved her and that's all there is to it! 

"I think the whole idea's stupid," she said, not looking up from her nails. 

"Maybe so, but if you're not puttin' out to Jerry, he might be looking for 
someone else. Boys always think that if you give them a little, you really 
care about them." 

"Shirley!" Linda gasped, shocked that her friend would say such a thing. All 
summer long Shirley had never, ever said anything like that, except, of 
course, when she was joking. 

"Scare ya with the big bad words," Shirley kidded. "It's not like saying 
fuck, so what's the big deal?" 

"Oh," slipped from Linda's throat and she drew her hand to her mouth in 
defense. None of the girls she had ever known before had ever talked like 
that ... especially not Shirley. 

"Okay, Okay, I'm sorry I said it," Shirley apologized. "I guess it just 
slipped out. Tony says it all the time to make me mad, and I guess I'm just 
so attached to him, that I'm picking up his bad habits. 

"Do-do you put-I mean, do you do it with him?" Linda suddenly asked, 
thinking that because Tony talked dirty to her friend, they must be ... 
lovers. 

"No, I don't 'put it' with him, not yet anyway." 

"What do you mean, not yet?" Linda asked, twinking one eye and not sure that 
she wanted to know the answer. 

"I'm going to let him do it Saturday night," she said matter-of-factly. 
"That way, he'll be so happy on Sunday when we go to the fraternity picnic 
that he won't possibly want to put me down." 

"Shirley, that's terrible. Don't you have any self-respect?" Linda asked, 
afraid that her friend's sense of values might be in danger. 

"No, I don't think it's terrible," she said with an unrecognizable tone to 
her best friend. "I'm not worried about losing my self-respect either. All 
men can be made to do anything, if a woman knows how to use the right 
tactics. Anybody can tell you that." 

"Oh, Shirley, that's sad. You shouldn't really think like that. Don't you 
love Tony?" 

"Oh, I suppose I do in a way, and we might even get married one day, but not 
'til he's man enough for me." 

"Well, I love Jerry, and I'd never talk about him that way," she said, 
suddenly hesitating, then blurting out, "Have you ever done it with anyone 
else?" 

Shirley looked up at her, scanning Linda's powder-blue eyes, suddenly 
worried that someone might know her secret. During the months that they had 
been together the question had never come up, and Shirley hadn't asked Linda 
because the answer was so obvious. 

"Well, since you're my best friend," she said a little uncertainly, "I guess 
I can tell you that I have, but you'd better not tell anyone." 

"I won't," she said and asked quickly, "Who was it?" 

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a smile, though inside an all too 
familiar pang of fear struck the hollow of her stomach. "Sorry, though, 
you'll never know." 

"Why not," Linda asked, her female curiosity aroused. She really wanted to 
know, so she'd know what it was like. 

"I just can't tell you, that's all," she said softly, avoiding the 
statuesque blonde's searching eyes. "No one else even knows that I'm not a 
virgin, so you know more than anybody. Just be satisfied with it." 

More than anything else she could imagine at that moment, she wanted to know 
who her friend's secret lover was, but it was obvious that Shirley would 
never tell, so Linda said suddenly, "Jerry and I have never done it." 

"I know," Shirley said with no tone in her voice. 

"But we almost did, last night out in the woods. It was really close, 
but...." 

"Close only counts in horse shoes," she said with a sly grin. "It's a lot of 
fun, much more than you think, and if you've only come close, you might as 
well have never done anything at all, because you're missing the best part." 

"Well, maybe it is, but Jerry loves me and he respects me. He wouldn't want 
to force me to do anything that would hurt me." 

"Hurt you? Linda, for cryin' out loud, it's not going to hurt you, except 
maybe just a little the first time," Shirley told her knowingly. God, the 
tiny bit of pain is worth all the pleasure, she thought, remembering her 
secret, a secret of pain and pleasure that she couldn't share with anyone. 
There was, and could be, only one real man in her life, a man with whom she 
could never marry, but while they were together they would always remain 
lovers. She knew that at seventeen she was already a woman, a real woman who 
knew how to please a real man. 

"Maybe not," Linda said pensively, trying to think of a good answer, a 
reason to justify her virginity. But there was really none at all, none 
except her fear of the unknown. 

For a few minutes neither of them spoke, Linda was remembering the exciting 
sensations that Jerry had pulled from the very depths of her being the night 
before, while Shirley reminisced about her secret lover, a man she had known 
all her life. He was a real man, not some silly boy like Tony or Jerry. Oh, 
they were all right, she supposed, but they had so much to learn, and by the 
time they knew what she did now, she would be much too far ahead of them in 
her experience to even think on the same plane. Life was so sad, she thought 
with a tired sigh. 

"Shirley, are you going to the picnic next Sunday?" 

"Of course. Tony's already asked me, though that: doesn't mean much.'' "Why 
not?" 

"Because," she said a little too proudly, "my brother's the president of the 
fraternity. I can go any time I want to." 

"Then you mean that Tony's really already in the club?" 

"If I say so, Rod will let him in," she said tossing her head back so that 
the long silken strands of ebony hair seemed to wave across her shoulders 
and fall over her smooth supple back. 

"Then why are you going to make love with Tony next weekend? If you have 
more influence in the club than he does, why bother to do it!" Linda asked, 
confused by her friend's hidden motives. 

"Oh, I guess, really, I just feel like it," she said, cocking her head to 
one side and trying to determine the real reason. She knew that her secret 
lover satisfied her like no other man could, but for some unknown reason, 
she wanted to try some of the boys she knew; see how they were in bed. 
Variety, she thought, I guess that's the real reason. 

"Shirley, I just don't understand you. I wouldn't do that, have sex with a 
boy just because I felt like it. It's not right, not like it might be with 
Jerry, and I'd only do it with him because he really loves me." 

"Sure," Shirley said, not trying to sound too sarcastic. She knew that the 
poor girl would just have to learn-there wasn't any love, not any real 
love-Even what she shared with her lover wasn't much more than sex. No, she 
thought, there's no love at all. 

 CHAPTER 3 

Jerry Campbell would have been surprised to know that he and Shirley were 
thinking almost identical thoughts at the same time. He was rec-lined 
against a striped folding chair on a small private beach three miles south 
of his girl friend and Shirley, listening to the surf pound against the 
jagged black rocks just to his left. Through the incessant noise of the 
crashing waves and the riotous shouting of his friends on their surfboards 
he listened to the active voice of his mind philosophizing in a juvenile 
effort to determine what actions he should take to alter the present design 
of life. 

Like Shirley, he too was thinking about love and its reality. A word, really 
nothing more than that, he thought. Love is a compensation, almost a 
justification that some ancient semanticist devised thousands of years ago 
to describe what he felt when he saw a good lookin' broad standing in the 
market place-That was the real reason for love: sex. Everyone likes to 
screw, he thought, but they don't like to think it's their only motivation, 
their only reason for intimate human relationships. 

Jerry smiled and crinkled his eyebrows, pleased with his mind's explanation. 
He would major in psychology when he started at the university in a year, 
and he knew that he was well prepared. There's no reason not to acquire all 
the finer things in life if you really want to, he told himself while he 
reached into a small cooler next to him and pulled out an ice-cold can of 
beer. All you've got to do is work just hard enough, and then get to know 
all the right people. That was the most important factor, knowing all the 
right people, and for that reason alone, Jerry wanted to join the 
fraternity. He wanted-to belong to their elite brotherhood more than 
anything else. 

At seventeen he'd already mapped the outline that would guide him through 
life. He'd finish high school, already a member of his fraternity, then 
study like hell all the way through graduate school, making invaluable 
personal contacts along the way, and finally go into the world on his own as 
a clinical psychologist, well prepared technically and socially for the 
success he would find. 

But he'd run into a snag, a problem that could throw a wrench into the whole 
works. 

Linda O'Brien-a girl who raked every emotion possible from the young high 
school senior. Whenever Jerry thought of her he'd get angry, and then a 
moment later he'd feel nothing but the soothing caress of her fingertips on 
the darkened back of his muscular neck, and he would be forced to relax into 
a delicious daydream of sexual fantasy. He just had to have her, but 
goddamnit, she made it harder than hell to get into her pants with all that 

"I'm scared" crap that every virgin whimpers. Somehow he'd have to find a 
way to fuck her, but how? 

He gulped a long choking drink of his beer and tried to unscramble his 
thoughts. First, she was the best looking girl he knew and there was no 
doubt that he wanted to get into her pants. Secondly, she was a virgin and 
he didn't want to hurt her, but the real problem, the snag in his plans, was 
that he liked her, much more than he wanted to admit. 

Damn, he snarled to himself and bent the aluminum beer can in his fist. He 
did like her-the way she looked at him, the way she carried herselfthose 
long ivory legs and her sexy walk-her breasts, full and jiggling when she 
laughed-but that was nothing but sexual attraction! However, she was smart, 
he thought, smarter than most of the spacey broads around here. When he 
talked, she always seemed to understand what he said, and did more than just 
listen. She took part in their conversations, questioning, answering and 
sometimes even interjecting ideas of her own. All these things combined made 
her the most attractive girl he'd known during his short lifetime, and 
served only to confuse the clearly set goals that he established for 
himself. 

If he was going to be a success, he couldn't tie himself down with love and 
marriage, though he hadn't really considered it ... still there was always 
the possibility that she might trap him into it, and that would ruin 
everything. Jerry knew that to get ahead, he had to be a swinger, a man of 
the world. But swingers didn't have wives. Nor did they have steady girl 
friends for very long, he told himself, trying to analyze his predicament. 
He could probably justify their steady dating if he was getting into her 
pants, but the fact remained that he wasn't, and that left him open and 
vulnerable to other girls, especially Shirley. 

Christ, he thought with a cynical snort, if Linda knew I was screwing 
Shirley two or three times a week she'd have a goddamned heart attack. But 
maybe it served her right for not puttin' out to him. After all, a guy's got 
to get it somewhere, and why not in his own back yard? 

It was true that Shirley had made all the advances, but Jerry knew he 
certainly didn't even try to say no. After a while he'd even considered 
breaking up with Linda and going steady with Shirley, except that his best 
friend, Tony, would be hurt, too. 

But that wasn't the only reason. There was something strange about Shirley-a 
mannerism, an excited cry in the heat of passion, and the irritating 
constant references to her secret lover. It could have been anyone of those 
things, or perhaps even all of them. Jerry wasn't sure of the reasons for 
his apprehension, but he was sure that Shirley was much different than the 
rest of the girls. She had a sexual appetite that exceeded anyone's he could 
think of, yet she hadn't gone to bed with Tony yet, and that puzzled him. 
Tony's paying through the nose to go out with her, and I'm getting all the 
benefits, he thought sourly, wanting to be able to apologize to his friend. 
But I guess that's just the way life goes, and none of us can really change 
it. 

Jerry pulled another beer from the cooler and opened it with a crack, 
jerking the can to his lips and sucking the overflowing foam from the icy 
rim. If any of his friends knew what he was doing with the two girls ... 
shit, they'd crucify me! 

"Hey, Campbell," a thick voice shouted from the surfs edge. "Get your ass 
out here and stop guzzlin' all the beer!" 

"I'm comin', I'm comin'" Jerry answered, relieved to be brought back to the 
reality of the sun and surf. The ocean really did look good, he thought as 
he picked up his surfboard and ran to meet his buddies in the water. An hour 
of Tiding the waves would clear his mind and give him time to really realx. 

Forty-five minutes later Jerry and five of his cronies raced up from the 
water with their boards slung under their arms. Exhausted by the afternoon's 
surfing, they fell in a small circle around the cooler and panted while Rod 
Thompson opened an ice cold refreshing beer for each of them. 

"Thanks," Jerry said, taking the can from Shirley's brother's hand. 

Jerry, though he disliked admitting it, was in awe of Rod Thompson and his 
position. He was a junior at the university, on the Dean's List in the 
psychology department, and definitely headed for success. Jerry knew, too, 
that Rod could have just about any girl he wanted, any time he wanted her. I 
wonder if he ever screwed his sister, Jerry suddenly caught himself thinking 
and chuckled. 

"What's so funny, man?" Rod asked him, curious about the workings of 
everybody's minds. 

"Nothing, really," Jerry laughed, trying to find an appropriate answer. "I 
was just groovin' on all the bitchin' times we've had together this summer. 
All the great surf and groovy chicks we've balled ... you know. It's just 
too bad it's gotta end when school starts." 

"Well, maybe it's ending for you high school clowns, but the university 
isn't going to cramp my style. In fact there's gonna be a helluva lot more 
pussy running around during the fall than we ever thought of seeing this 
summer." 

"Yeah, that's true," Jerry said, slightly irritated that Rod had called him 
a high school boy. He was a man, goddamnit! " 'Course, there's a lot of 
studying in college, I mean, there is if you want to get good grades." 

Two of Rod's friends laughed, while Tony and Jerry sat silently, not wanting 
to offend them, and at the same time not seem too naive. 

"Look, man," Rod told him, not trying to seem too condescending. "Studying 
is for the birds if you know how to get around it. First, you don't have to 
go to any of your classes. Just send some chick to take your notes for you, 
and then, if you've got any brains at all, you study her notes for about an 
hour a day. Christ, you don't have to worry." 

"I know about all that," Jerry said, wanting to sound as if he had already 
learned the necessary methods required to get him through the University. 
"But freshmen don't have it that easy to begin with. I know it takes a while 
for anyone to get used to something as new as a University, and I can't see 
how anyone can get by without studying once in a while." 

"Well, hell, you'll learn soon enough," Rod told him. "That's the biggest 
advantage of belonging to our fraternity. 'See the guys all act like 
brothers, just one big happy family." 

"I'm not sure I understand," Jerry said, taking another sip of his beer. 

"Not everybody does," Rod smiled. "It's very simple though. We've got a copy 
of every test from every class on file in the house. Now when somebody needs 
to study for an exam, he just checks with whoever is in charge of the 
special file-This year it's Bob," he said nodding toward the blonde -haired 
surfer on his left. "You just give him the name of the instructor and what 
the test will cover, and he'll give you a copy of the exam. That way you're 
studying the actual test, and you can't possibly get any grade but an A." 

"Not bad," Jerry said aloud, but he was thinking just the opposite. Cheating 
was something that he had never done in his life. He'd never cheated at 
school, at sports, at anything ... except maybe he lied a little to Linda, 
but that was different. He found it hard to believe that Rod Thompson and 
his fraternity brothers cheated on their tests. 

"Not bad is right," Rod continued. "As far as I know we're the only house on 
campus who has a filing system like that. There're plenty of guys who cheat, 
girls too, but they don't do it so systematically. That puts us way ahead of 
everybody else." 

"It sure does," Jerry smiled, not sure whether he could accept the idea or 
not, but afraid to say so. "That gives the fraternity members all the time 
they need to chase pussy and still get good grades." 

"Why the hell should you worry about that?" Rod kidded him. "That cunt, 
Linda, you run around with has got to be more than any one man can handle." 

She's no cunt, Jerry thought to himself, but said: "Oh, she's alright. 
Better than most, but not too much for me to handle." At the end of his 
sentence he took another gulp from his beer can, trying to end the 
conversation. He was ashamed he had said anything like that about Linda, but 
he knew that for right now it was more important to have his buddies think 
he was more of a cocksman than he really was. Besides, Linda would never 
know he'd said anything dirty about her to them. 

"I'll say she's better than most," Rod sneered. "Shirley said Linda's built 
like an Italian movie star when she doesn't have that bikini hiding those 
big jugs of hers. Christ, you've gotta let your future fraternity brothers 
have a taste of that little broad's tail." 

Jerry chuckled nervously, not sure what he should say to Rod's sneering 
dare. He probably has fucked his sister, Jerry thought trying to think of a 
terrible weakness to put Rod down with. The way he talks about his Shirley's 
body most of the time, he probably screws her just to get information about 
her girlfriends so he can fuck them too! 

"Hey, I'm serious, Jerry. If you could come up with something really outta 
sight for us, something that you could arrange with Linda; why, hell, you'd 
be in the fraternity so fast, we'd probably even skip the regular 
initiation. 

"That's no problem at all," Jerry said quickly, not knowing that Rod's lewd 
remarks were only a put-on. "I've already thought of something pretty wild, 
but I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn't think you'd put me on the spot 
before I set it all up. 

"What is it," Rod asked quickly, his eyebrows raised in expectation. 

"Well, I-" Jerry started. "I tell you what. Since you don't really know yet, 
I'll just keep you in suspense until next weekend. That way you'll dream 
about her all week and wonder what's going to happen. 

He'd finished with a quick breath and stupidly committed himself to 
something he couldn't do and worse yet, he'd committed Linda. But to what? 
Now he was in a corner and would have to think of an idea that would satisfy 
all of them, and yet not make Linda angry with him. Shit! he thought. 
Everything depends on how I handle this, and if Linda ever found out about 
it, she'd skin my balls and the guys would laugh my ass right out of the 
fraternity. 

"You're really on the ball," Jerry," Rod said while his two fraternity 
friends chimed in agreeingly. "Man, if this is gonna be as good as you say 
it is, I won't be able to sleep all week. I wish to hell you'd tell us what 
you're gonna do." 

"Naw," he said and pulled open the snap tab on another beer. "You guys'll 
just have to suffer for a week." 

"Well, shit! If that's the way it is, we'll just have to wait. But goddamn, 
Jerry, after all that big talk you'd better have something really wild for 
us." 

"Don't worry. It'll be better than you could ever imagine," Jerry told him, 
adding more bravado to his voice. By now he almost believed that he'd 
arranged a show for his friends that they would not soon forget. But he knew 
that unless a miracle happened, he'd never be able to back up his brag. 

"Jerry, Rod," Tony interjected. "I hate to break this up, but I've got to 
split for home. I've got a date with Shirley tonight." 

"You'll have to tell me how she is sometime," Rod sneered. "Little sister 
doesn't tell me everything." 

Good old Rod, Jerry thought as he and the others started picking up their 
towels and boards. Nothing's sacred to him, not even his own sister. I'll 
bet he does fuck her. 

After loading the boards onto their cars the boys drove to the freeway and 
turned their cars homeward. 

"Jerry," Tony said after twenty minute's silence while driving along the 
crowded freeway. "What exactly did you have planned with Linda?" 

"Oh, shutup!" was his sharp reply. 

 CHAPTER 4 

Registration, new classes, new teachers and meeting new students all passed 
quickly, making the first week of school see like only a day. Jerry and Tony 
made many new friends while Shirley introduced Linda to everyone that she 
knew, announcing to all her old friends that she and Linda were "best 
friends." 

Though hectic, the first five days gave Linda and Jerry time to meet each 
other at night. They spent endless hours driving along the main street of 
town, the "main drag," Jerry called it. Cruising the streets, talking and 
getting to now each other much better in those five days made Jerry even 
more aware of his frightening promise to Rod and the fraternity, and though 
he'd tried, he couldn't find any way to get out of his dilemma. 

Linda, acutely aware of his moods, had asked him what was bothering him, but 
he repeatedly answered, "Nothing." She satisfied her curiosity finally by 
telling herself that he was just worried about the fraternity and dismissed 
his moodiness from her mind. Instead of worrying, she concentrated on loving 
him, giving him all the exciting pleasure she could when they parked at the 
wooded glen. Since that first wonderful night he had stripped her 
completely, she had broken down and let him remove all her clothing each 
time they parked. His hands would rove over the smooth supple flesh of her 
young innocent body, refreshing her every panting gasp with the salacious 
touch of his fingers. Their naked bodies would stretch out along the blanket 
covered back seat of his sedan, clinging together while they explored each 
other's private parts until finally, his fingers madly stroking her smooth 
wet vagina and her hands rhythmically masturbating his long rigid penis, 
they would bring each other to a tremendous simultaneous climax. 

For a long while each night they would lie silently together, each thinking 
about the other. Linda contemplated the joys of loving and the raptures of a 
future marriage while he thought about the promise he'd made to Rod, 
wondering what he could do to get out of it. He didn't want to see her hurt, 
but he still fought the idea that he was falling in love with Linda. It was 
sex, that's all. Just sex! But he couldn't refuse the overwhelming sensation 
he felt whenever they spoke. He cared about her, yes, but she could ruin his 
life if he gave in to her. No, it can't be love-besides, he still fucked 
Shirley whenever he got the chance, which seemed to be less and less this 
week. His infidelity made love only a word, nothing more than an excuse. 

"I love you," she cooed as they drove down Highway One. 

Jerry smiled and nodded, careful to avoid her eyes in the bright Sunday 
morning daylight. Today would mark the biggest change in his life to date: 
the fraternity would either accept or reject him later this afternoon, 
though he was almost sure it would be the latter. He hadn't thought of 
anyway to renege the promise he'd made a week before, and today they would 
all know the truth: he was just talk, a lot of hot air. 

Panic-stricken an hour before, he had almost called Linda and told her that 
they weren't going to the fraternity picnic, but second thoughts made him 
decide to go through with it and face his fate. At ten o'clock he turned the 
car into a small private drive off the highway, waving to the smiling 
freshman who opened the black iron gate for him. 

The picnic was actually a beach party, held on three acres of coastland that 
the house had rented from a real-estate broker for the winter. Coming up the 
drive Linda could hear the breakers crashing against a monumental cliff to 
the south, but her eyes caught the outline of two medium sized cottages 
through the mid-morning glare. They were both grey and weather-beaten, 
probably two-bedrooms, she thought, wondering if she and Jerry could have a 
quaint little cottage like that when they got married. It would be so much 
better than one of those anonymous pre-fabricated apartments that cluttered 
Southern California. 

"Like it?" Jerry asked, momentarily proud of his part-ownership as a 
fraternity brother. 

"Oh, yes. It's so cute. I'd love to have a place like this of my own, 
secluded and away from all the rush at home ... Oh, there's Tony and 
Shirley!" 

Jerry waved and parked the car next to Tony's. The triangle's complete, he 
thought and tried to suppress a smile when Tony winked at him. Tony had told 
him yesterday that he would screw that virgin, Shirley, tonight or else. 
Virgin! Hah! She's goddamn near a pro, and you don't even know it, you poor 
bastard. 

"How was it?" Jerry asked Tony while he took a bottle of scotch out of the 
trunk of his car. 

Tony looked to see if the girls were far enough away before he answered. 

"Not bad, but she needs a lot of teaching," he leered. 

She could probably teach you how to fuck her while standing on your head in 
a tree, Jerry thought cynically to himself. His best friend, yet he couldn't 
tell him that his girl friend, dear-sainted Shirley, was practically a 
nymphomaniac. Intead, he had to feign innocence and try to sound pleased 
that Tony had finally (busted her cherry.) Life's a bitch for anybody who 
doesn't know what's really happening, he mused bitterly. 

"What's in the bottle," Tony asked. 

"Christ, what the hell do you think it is, soda pop?" Jerry said with a 
slight irritation in his voice, then suddenly noticed the sly look in his 
partner's twinkling eyes. 

"What's the shit-eating grin for?" 

"Well, I'll tell you, old man," Tony said in his worst imitation of an 
English accent. "Only if you'll start using a little more class in your 
language and stop all your fucking swearing." 

Both boys laughed and Tony looked quickly around to see if anyone was near 
them. 

"This, man," he whispered, his eyes darting back and forth like an 
overplayed villain. 

Jerry looked at Tony's open hand, half-covered with a beach towel, and saw a 
small tin with a throat lozenge's brand-name printed in yellowish letters 
against a blue background. Tony's thumb slowly opened the sliding top and 
exposed ten tightly rolled brown cigarettes inside. 

"Grass!" Jerry exclaimed. "Where'd you get it?" 

Sensing his friend's excitement, he opened the packet a little more so that 
Jerry could see almost all of the marijuana cigarettes. He told him quietly 
where he had acquired the joints and watched with delight as Jerry's head 
snapped back in disbelief. 

"Rod?" 

"That's right. The one and only Rod Thompson our big brother." 

"Goddamn, I wonder where the hell he got it," Jerry said almost to himself. 
"We haven't been able to get any of that stuff since the narcos busted that 
bunch down at the wharf. I thought everything was tied up." 

"It was, but Rod's got contacts in Mexico. It's just another advantage to 
belonging to the fraternity. Whenever we want something, all we have to do 
is ask one of the brothers and we'll have it. Rod says that almost everybody 
on campus smokes pot, and that he can get it anytime we want it." 

"Christ, and I thought he was straight," Jerry said shaking his head in 
amazement. "A lot of the kids at the high schools smoke it, but I never 
figured that any of the guys in the fraternity would ever try it." 

"Does Linda blow the weed?" Tony asked. 

"No, I haven't had any all summer long to try on her." 

"That's too bad, man. Shirley's already half-stoned, and in another hour 
we'll probably be out screwing on the beach somewhere. Hell, you oughta try 
it with Linda. Just give her some of that booze, then get her to smoke a 
couple joints. That'll fix her for the rest of the day." 

"Yeah," Jerry whispered. That would fix her. Maybe if she got stoned, he 
could finally get more than lying there with his finger in her pussy. Maybe 
now they could really screw! But the thought of her lying there, listening 
to his obscenities made Jerry's conscience jerk at the back of his neck. He 
couldn't talk about her like that, not even to himself. She was a human 
being ... his girl ... and he lov-he cared about her. 

"Here, take these," Tony said, holding the small packet out to his friend. 
"Rod told me to give them to you. I've got a pack for me and Shirley in my 
pocket." 

"Thanks, Tony. That's really great, uh...." Jerry paused for a minute, 
wondering how to ask ... if the others remembered...."What's Rod doing 
today? I mean, did he say anything else about me?" 

"Nothing except to ask when you were going to put on your big show for us," 
Tony answered, carefully watching for a reaction. 

"Oh," was the only response Jerry could muster. So they did remember after 
all. Me and my big mouth, he thought. He'd gotten himself into the biggest 
mess possible and still there was no way out. 

"Have you thought of anything to tell them," Tony suddenly asked him. 

"Wadda ya mean?" Jerry snapped. 

"Come on, Jer. I know damn well that you were just shootin' off your mouth 
last Sunday when you told Rod that you had some big scheme cooking with 
Linda. Christ, you couldn't do anything like that with her: you're in love 
with her." 

"Man, that grass has blown your mind." Jerry shook his head defensively, 
fearing the accusation. It's not love, damnit. It's sex! "Just cool it, will 
you, and hold tight for a while. I wasn't kidding those guys last week, but 
you'll all just have to wait until later." 

"Sure, Jerry, sure. We'll just all wait until later," he said sarcastically 
and turned abruptly away, walking quickly toward the beach. 

"Tony!" he shouted, but his friend hurried his pace toward the two girls 
waiting at the bottom of the path. 

Shit! Not one goddamn thing is going right! If I keep acting like such an 
ass, I'm gonna lose the best friend I ever had, Jerry thought bitterly and 
followed Tony down the path. 

"What took you so long," Linda asked through a flashing smile as she slid 
her long slender arm around his waist and tugged him toward her. "You two 
look like you've been arguing." 

"Don't be ridiculous," he laughed. "We never argue, right Tony?" 

"Right," he nodded and turned away. "Come on, surf's up. Let's go out and 
take the big wave." 

* * * 

Linda offered Jerry a towel, but he refused and fell back onto the grass. It 
was nearly two o'clock, and the sun was high enough to dry his dripping body 
in only a few minutes. 

They had been surfing and swimming for almost the entire time since they had 
arrived; playing volleyball with a group for a while, surfing a while 
longer, then joining other couples in other beach games. Now they stretched 
out alongside each other on a small grassy spot surrounded by thick foliage 
about two hundred yards from the water. 

"Jerry," Linda asked, drying her hair with a large red beach towel. "What 
was in that little packet you gave me to put into my bag?" 

"Hey! I almost forgot," he said with a sudden smile. "Lemme have it." 

Linda reached into her beach bag and gave him the small tin that held the 
marijuana cigarettes. I won't have time to get her drunk before she tries 
one, he thought as he opened the packet, but if she loves me like she says 
she does, she'll smoke them anyway. 

"Here," he said handing her one of the small brown cigarettes and grinning. 

"J-Jerry, what is it?" she asked hesitantly, afraid of his answer. 

"It's called a joint," he said with the same grin still on Iris face. "You 
take a few long drags and then, Wow! Hell, it's better than booze ever 
thought of being." 

"N-No! I can't ... not marijuana," she whispered her eyes suddenly wide with 
fright, but her mind was tinged with an uncertain cloud of curiosity. 

"Honey, it's alright, just like liquor, only a thousand times better. All 
that crap you hear about pot is just a lot of bull. This stuff won't hurt 
you, and all you'll feel is fabulous! Come on, try it. Trust me." 

Trust me. Trust me, she thought. I love him and I have to trust him. He 
wouldn't do anything to hurt me, I know he wouldn't! 

The sudden click of a match jerked her stare off the cigarette and she 
looked directly at the small black pupils that punctuated the centers of his 
dark eyes. Slowly, never taking her gaze from his reassuring face she held 
the joint to her mouth and sucked the warm acid smoke into her lungs until 
she could take no more. It seemed to lift her head slightly upward from the 
base of her neck, but that was all. It didn't hurt, and nothing seemed to be 
wrong. 

She watched Jerry take a long heavy drag from the same cigarette, holding 
his breath for a long, long while, then hand the slim brown stick back to 
her. She involuntarily nodded slightly, knowing that the nod was coming from 
somewhere deep in the back of her brain, then took another long sucking 
puff. 

What seemed like hours was actually only a few minutes, but Linda had taken 
the full effect of the drug into her shivering young body. Above her head 
the afternoon sun burned its great heat onto her tender shoulders, and she 
looked skyward, staring at the bright orange disc that she worshipped as a 
Californian. Somehow, it looked so much different now, so much cooler and 
not nearly as bright, not nearly as hazy, just friendly, she thought through 
her drug-induced euphoria. 

"Hey! Get down!" she heard Jerry whisper and felt the urgent tug of his 
strong athletic hand on her bare arm. Easily, floating, she fell to the 
ground beside him, feeling her full, firm breasts flatten slightly as she 
bounced a fraction of an inch on die cool green grass. She moaned a quiet 
soft moan at the titillating pressure of the ground against her chest and 
wanted to remove the top of her blue bikini so that she could feel the 
prickly green blades of grass tickle the rosy tips of her breasts. 

"Someone's coming," he whispered in her ear with a slight giggle. 

"Ooooooh!" she purred, knowing that they might be discovered, but finding it 
exciting rather than frightening. The paranoia that accompanied the drug's 
effect accentuated the possible danger of being caught, and at the same 
time, blew the normal reaction, fear, out of shape, making Linda believe 
that she was party to a great adventure. 

Jerry's hand slipped over her moist parted lips, stifling her delighted cry, 
and waited to see who had intruded on their private shangri-la. 

"It's Bob and Dolly," he whispered, recognizing two of the teen-agers who 
had been in the volley ball game with them earlier. Jerry tensed his lean 
muscles, waiting to see if the other couple would discover them behind the 
bushes, but they were too engrossed with each other to be looking around. 

"It's all clear," Bob slurred, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs of 
alcohol and marijuana that bristled through his spine. 

"Wheeeee," Dolly almost shrieked and threw her arms above her head, turning 
a small circle. "I'm really stoned!" 

Linda gently twisted her head and Jerry released his hand from her mouth, 
putting his finger to his lips with a light shooshing sound. 

"They're really stoned out of their minds," he whispered. "Let's watch and 
see what they're gonna do." 

That's really funny, she thought groggily to herself, watching the boy 
remove the girl's bikini top. They're going to do it right here and Jerry 
and I can see them. 

"We'd better move," Jerry whispered. "They might see us." 

Pretending she was a long sexy snake, Linda slid a few feet to her right, 
putting more bushes between herself and the stripping couple, but giving 
herself a good line of vision to watch the sensual movements of the other 
two teen-agers. 

"Let's hurry. I don't think anyone can see us, but we'd better be careful," 
she heard Bob tell the five-foot-tall blonde who had already slipped the 
bottom half of her bikini over her ankles and thrown it on the damp grass. 
Linda could clearly see the girl's smooth, rounded buttocks in profile, 
slightly shuddering as a chilly salt spray blew up from the ocean. Her eyes 
followed the gentle curves of Dolly's naked body, traveling over the slight 
indentation of her slim waist, and across the easy rise of her ribcage to 
the fullness of her trembling breasts. 

"Whoooeee," she heard Jerry whisper as the naked girl turned her seductive 
body in a small half circle and again raised her delicate arms above her 
head in a cat-like stretch. 

Linda tweaked his ear for looking at another woman who was naked, but she 
didn't care, not really, because she was looking, too, and enjoying the 
vicarious thrill that tingled in her loins. 

Dolly knelt to the ground, then fell back, spreading her arms and her long, 
supple thighs for the naked boy who quickly stretched out beside her. 

"Goddamn! She's really stacked," Jerry whispered in her sex-flushed ear. 

But Linda hadn't heard him. Instead of watching the rolling gentle curves of 
Dolly's sixteen-year-old body, she stared at Bob's naked muscles rippling in 
the sunlight. His strong sinewy torso strained as he adjusted himself next 
to the waiting, sensuous girl on the grass, and Linda's eyes searched his 
naked form until she saw the stiff throbbing rod that jutted out from his 
groin. It was so big, so powerful looking, she thought enviously, wanting to 
hold the rigid rod in her virginal hands. The only other penis she had ever 
seen was Jerry's, but that was always in the darkness of his old car, 
shadowed and hot, and not really visible. Bob's long pulsing organ, though, 
was right there in front of her eyes in the sunlight, red and glistening 
with sexual perspiration. 

She and Jerry watched Dolly reach out with her long slender fingers and 
grasp the engorged head of Bob's instrument, stroking it gently, lovingly. 
The marijuana had slowed her sensuous movements to the point of almost 
slow-motion, and the naked girl rocked back and forth rapturously as she 
gleaned a small drop of clear white sperm from the pulsing tip. 

Bob lowered his well-muscled nakedness all the way to the ground and Linda 
watched him crush his mouth suddenly over the girl's moist parted lips, 
sucking her tongue quickly into his growling throat. Her eyes glazed and 
wide, she watched the girl roll back and" take a long deep breath, sucking 
air into her lungs and making her already full-rounded breasts seem almost 
immense. She's beautiful, Linda thought to herself, wondering why she would 
watch a girl instead of a boy. It seemed almost unnatural. 

Jerry and Linda gasped together in a simultaneous sensation of vicarious joy 
as they watched Bob's hand slip across the girl's shoulder and flow over her 
quivering breasts in a slow, even motion. 

"Just like us," Jerry whispered and traced a finger across Linda's rising 
and falling breasts, slipping inside the constricting lining of her bikini 
and toying with the tender edges of her rose-colored nipple. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned softly, feeling the sensuous finger toy with her 
taut rising bud. "Just like we should be...." 

Jerry wanted it to be just like them, and now. He knew Linda was stoned, 
rocking her head back and forth, not understanding the reality that 
surrounded them. He wanted to fuck her today, here in the sunlight, and take 
her restricting virginity away from her forever.... 

They anxiously watched together as Bob's hand strayed away from Dolly's 
quivering breasts and slid over the gentle curve of her belly to the soft 
rise of silken blondness that covered her pubic mound. She mewled a childish 
sigh and wriggled her buttocks slightly as his hand teased the edges of her 
pubic triangle, searching for the moistness of her cuntal lips. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Linda moaned through her marijuana-induced euphoria at the 
same time Dolly mewled. She knew that felt so good, sooo wonderful! 

"We should be doing that now," Jerry whispered and slid his gently caressing 
fingers out of her bikini top and around her slender back to the white 
button that held her halter up. 

"Oh, Jerry," she gasped through her parted lips as she heard his exciting 
words. Yes, they should be doing it now, here on the grass while the other 
couple made love in front of them. 

She bit her lip, fearing her salacious thoughts, as Jerry's hand slid across 
the upraised smoothness of her quivering white buttocks and felt a familiar 
growing tide of passion press at the hair-t-rimmed apex of her ivory thighs. 
Her hips jerked involuntarily at the touch and she saw Bob's index finger 
slide easily into Dolly's moist wet vagina, visibly rotating slowly in the 
yearning channel. Linda heard her mewl again with obvious delight and 
wriggle her snow-white buttocks, at the same time lifting her knees slightly 
and planting her heels in the grass. 

Anxiously, Bob drew her hand from around his neck and placed the dainty, 
delicate fingers on the purplish head of his swollen penis. With surprising 
eagerness she began to stroke the throbbing phallus, moving it from side to 
side in small obscene circles as her hand rode sensuously up and down the 
long rigid shaft. 

"Goddamn it, go, baby," Jerry whispered hoarsely while he gently kneaded the 
soft pliant white flesh of Linda's trembling buttocks and watched the girl 
begin to slide her lust-inciting fingers more rapidly along the veined 
underside of Bob's aching cock. 

His lustful panting could be heard by the two Peeping Tom's as he slowly 
lowered his sun bleached head to her firm, full breasts and flick out his 
tongue at the tiny, taut red nipple. Dolly gasped with ecstatic delight as 
she felt the warm moistness. of his mouth envelop the tip of her breast 
begin hungrily sucking at her quivering flesh. 

"J-Jerry," Linda suddenly whispered huskily through her full red lips. 
"Let's do it now, Jerry. Let's do it now!" 

Yes! Yes! his mind screamed from a darkened, drug-hazed comer, but he heard 
himself say "No, baby, let's watch them. We'll both get so turned on that we 
won't want them to hear us." 

Breathlessly she agreed and then heard a strange whirring sound through the 
marijuana-fog that clouded her brain. What's that, she wanted to ask Jerry, 
but, her drug-induced concentration was captured by the flaming red head of 
Bob's penis. She watched him start to lift his shaking body on top of the 
writhing girl and slide the thick shaft along the insides of her thighs, but 
as he did, Dolly suddenly turned her head away. 

"P-Please, wait," she whimpered, her breath coming in short jerking gasps. 

Bob lowered himself back to the ground, keeping his maddening finger lewdly 
rotating in the warm softness of her vagina. 

Whirrrrr! came the strange sound in the background through the silence. 

"Bobby," she whimpered, hesitating for a moment. "Bobby, this is the first 
time. I'm still a virgin...." 

Jerry and Linda suddenly looked at each other in disbelief. 

"Well, sonofabitch," Bob hissed. "Fucking out here in the grass and you're 
still a virgin!" 

Linda jerked her head at the obscene four-letter word, but suddenly 
discovered that she was thrilled that she was vicariously sharing the girl's 
experience. She was watching another girl lose her virginity ... that was 
like losing your own twice, she giggled to herself through the narcotic haze 
that covered her thoughts. 

Jerry smiled lewdly beside her and watched Bob now manipulating the helpless 
virgin who was skewered on the end of his commanding finger. She lay there, 
her eyes closed, wriggling quietly against the strong wrist between her 
muscular, suntanned thighs, and he obscenely grinned with lust as he slowly 
began to change the rhythm of his exciting probings. His eyes gleamed in the 
sunlight and he looked toward his worming finger as it slithered in and out 
of the young girl's virginal orifice, wanting to see what an untouched cunt 
really looked like. Jerry, his eyes glazed with lust and marijuana, 
shuddered at the passion that rippled through his groin. He could feel the 
steady throbbing in his thick cock, pounding and demanding that it be 
released from the unfair imprisonment of his swimming trunks. 

Not distracted by the whirring hidden in the bushes, Bob dropped his head 
again to her breasts, sucking at the hard erect little nipples until she 
groaned with a renewed flash of passion, spreading her lips in an almost 
soundless reverie as the tortuous ripples of pleasure coursed through the 
trembling passage between her limp, widespread thighs. Her fist grabbed at 
his jerking penis again and squeezed it with every ounce of her wanting 
strength, making him grunt in pain and unwillingly pull the clenched fist 
away from his aching rod. 

"Are you ready yet?" he asked, looking up to his left at the bush where the 
steady whirring continued. 

Now she waited ... a second ... two ... two seconds ... this was the 
decision that would change her from a naive little girl to a knowing woman 
... the most dangerous and most wanted decision she had ever made. 

Linda purred a tiny sigh through her parted lips as she heard the girl 
answer: "Yes, now. Fuck me now, please ... but gently." 

Bob raised himself and eased his trembling thighs between the prostrate 
young virgin's widespread legs. Linda stared at the jutting penis that 
pointed out from his hair-covered groin, feeling a lewdly sensuous tide of 
desire rippling through the moistness that flooded the lewdly excited 
channel of her own virginal cunt. She wanted to jump up now and trade places 
with Dolly, but she suddenly heard Jerry's heavy panting next to her and 
knew that today, finally, she would have the courage to make love with him. 

Slowly, like an ominous cloud, Bob lowered himself over Dolly's quivering 
nakedness, hearing her whimper with anticipation, then feeling her thighs 
spread a little wider, accepting his threatening body between them. 

Jerry and Linda stared, transfixed, as he held his throbbing phallus in one 
hand, guiding the long spear toward the hair-t-rimmed fountain of pleasure 
that waited at the apex of her slender yearning thighs. 

Suddenly, a grunt of pain and pleasure pierced their ears and they saw the 
girl jerk as the head of the massive organ disappeared into the hidden 
valley between the pink lips beneath her soft pubic mound. 

"Ooooh, God!" she wailed as the intruding instrument pierced the tender skin 
of her constricting maidenhead. The force of the entry and the power of 
marijuana threw her head back, but in spite of her gasping whimpers, she 
didn't try to push him away. This is what she wanted, what she'd waited for 
ever since she was a little girl, and in a moment she would be a virgin no 
longer. 

Bob's hand released its grip on his massive cock and Jerry could see that 
only the smooth rubbery head had slipped into the hair-lined cunt between 
the girl's widespread legs. He smiled obscenely as he watched Dolly gritting 
her teeth, while Bob kneeled obscenely above her, preparing to thrust the 
remainder of his aching prick into her wide-stretched pussy. Her buttocks 
quivered and clenched involuntarily, waiting for the final brutal onslaught 
from the pulsating cock. Jerry knew that in a few minutes he, too, would be 
fucking a virgin, the drugged, excited girl who quivered on the damp green 
grass beside him. 

"Stop moving," Linda whispered suddenly. "You don't want them to see us, do 
you?" 

He smiled at her sudden command and stopped rotating his buttocks. He didn't 
realize she was so turned on, and slid his hand over the tender backs of her 
supple thighs, inserting a finger under the restricting elastic of her 
bikini to find the fiery moistness of her trembling cuntal lips. She 
responded with a moan and moved her hand toward him while he turned his 
body, letting the fullness of the phallic bulge in his swim trunks stare out 
at her in an excited invitation. Neither of them paid any attention to the 
metallic whirring that droned in the background as she slid the trunks over 
his trim, athletic hips, then slipped out of her own bikini bottoms. His 
thing is just like Bob's she thought, but bigger! A flash of pride and 
sexual excitement shot through the quivering flesh of her buttocks and she 
instinctively grasped his throbbing organ beneath his swim trunks with both 
hands. Then slowly her fingers under the tightness of his trunks, she began 
to slide the excess skin back and forth over the excited glans, making him 
almost whimper with desire as she quickly speeded up her rhythm. He couldn't 
stand the wait, he foggily told himself, but put a hand on her wrist in 
spite of his yearning for climax, and forced her to stroke him more slowly, 
more tenderly. Then he turned his lust-filled eyes toward the other couple, 
indicating to her to do the same. 

Linda shuddered with a wave of sexual delight as she watched the other two 
naked copulating bodies and at the same time felt the throbbing hardness of 
Jerry's massive penis between her softly stroking fingers. Her head jerked 
in response to Dolly's whimpering and watched her writhing her hips back and 
forth as Bob's aching prick slid further, one agonizing inch at a time, into 
her widely stretching cunt. Linda knew that the time for both of them was 
close: the time when the whole world would disappear into a wild crescendo 
of passion as spurting fluids climaxed their closely observed union. 

Whirrrrrrrrrr floated somewhere through the back of her mind, but she 
ignored it, feeling within herself Dolly's pain as Bob's penis stretched her 
maidenhead to its breaking point, then with one final powerful thrust, drove 
the full length of his huge cock deep into her smooth clasping cunt. 

A shattering scream pierced Jerry's ears as the final resistance burst and 
Dolly's virginity was no more. He saw Bob's cheeks tighten with a 
blood-filled contraction while Dolly begged for mercy, wanting release from 
the awful pain ... pain.... 

"Ooooooh my God," she whimpered. "Please stop!" 

But it was too late! 

Bob had taken her virginity forever and there was nothing that could bring 
it back now, nothing that could return the innocence that she had lost in 
one passion-filled hour of seduction and drugs. Bob's massive penis stroked 
in the bleeding passage, pulling her quivering pink lips after them, then 
withdrew, opening the newly christened orifice a little wider each time. 
Pain ... pain ... Dolly thought vaguely to herself, but suddenly realized 
that she was lying. There was no more pain! It had stopped as soon as her 
precious virginity had gone! Instead, there was the familiar rippling of 
sex-flushed muscles that his fingers had given her, only the exciting 
sensations were more intense now, more maddening.... 

She groaned with a wanting desire and Jerry and Linda watched her mouth 
close wetly over Bobs panting lips when he bent his blond head over hers. 
She sucked voraciously at his tongue as she felt the lewd stroking in her 
hair-t-rimmed vagina quicken its rhythm, joining the rapturous pounding of 
her desire-maddened heartbeat. A second later she moaned softly as the 
driving shaft sank deeper and harder into her clasping pussy, forcing her 
upraised knees to drop limply as her useless legs jerked involuntarily out 
to the side. It was happening! It was really happening! She was being 
screwed ... fucked! That's what the boys always say ... fucked ... and she 
loved it, oh God yes, she loved it. 

Jerry's fingers were driving in and out of Linda's virginial passage in an 
obscene passionate rhythm with Bob's thrusting cock, but they had to wait. 
He had to slow down, he had to wait until he, too, could rob a young 
teen-age girl of her virginity! It wasn't love he felt now. It was sex ... 
No, lust ... wild crazy lust! 

He and Linda watched Dolly's thighs clenching and unclenching in a lewd 
frantic, effort to reach her long awaited climax. Her jerking buttocks 
jumped upward to meet Bob's powerful thrusting cock as it drove its massive 
rubbery head deep into her hair-covered cunt, and Jerry watched the wet pink 
lips spreading each time Bob's ramming cock withdrew, slick and glistening 
in the afternoon sunlight. Linda, too, stared, transfixed with an awakened 
lust for sex as the girls flailing legs whipped spastically out wide, 
exposing even more of the wet fiery lips that clasped eagerly for more of 
the thrusting spear. 

Jerry's finger skewered wildly into Linda's flooding cunt and he felt the 
rising tide of orgasm coming to him as her hand jerked rapidly along the 
aching length of his throbbing prick. He was there in the bushes, not Bob, 
fucking Dolly, screwing her virginal pussy like a mad man, driving, 
thrusting, ramming into the smooth fiery channel until he thought he could 
stand it no longer. 

Bob was gasping now through the monotonous metallic whirring, burying 
himself in Dolly's wet sucking flesh. He wanted to be brutal now and he 
pushed her widespread thighs up toward her breasts, holding their ivory 
columns while he pushed roughly with his lips. Dolly mewled in a lusty, 
throaty groan, helpless, lost in herself, hardly aware that it was Bob, a 
boy she just met today, doing this to her, aware only that her naked body, 
that the aching channel in her belly, was filled with a strange new object 
which seemed to split it and rasp it's smooth walls with an unbelievably 
exciting rhythm that was growing into a wilding crashing sea in the 
drug-hazed corners of her mind. 

Jerry, gasping, knowing that there was little time left, suddenly grabbed 
Linda's wrist and jerked her hand away from his throbbing cock. He wasn't 
going to cum, yet, not while Linda lay there writhing beside him, his finger 
ravaging the virginal walls of her hot wet cunt. No, goddamn it, no matter 
how much it hurt him to stop, he wasn't going to lose his chance to fuck her 
today! 

But Linda, nearly wild with the obscene thrill of watching another couple 
making love, and the skewering finger that jerked inside her helpless 
vagina, couldn't keep her eyes off the wet, raw area into which Bob's penis 
was thrusting. She could see the sudden spastic quivering as their pelvis's 
met, holding ... trembling, then each of them, their hair-covered groins 
together ... burst in one last wild whipping fury of orgasm! The air was 
filled with their combined groans of passion and lust as they whimpered in 
pain and pleasure, fluids spewing into her cunt and overflowing from the 
open pink lips while they bucked once more. 

Linda couldn't stand it any longer. 

"Jerry," she whispered through her tightly clenched teeth. "Oh, God, Jerry, 
I'm cumming too! I'm cumming!" 

Then, with the hellish heat of a blast furnace, her vagina seemed to split, 
and the fluids of orgasm surged through her body ... fiery ... volcanic ... 
her lips almost silently mewled obscenities for the first time ... and then 
slowly the passion ebbed and she lowered her hips, hearing Jerry's finger 
slip out of her vagina with a slight sucking sound. 

Love! Jerry sneered to himself as he watched his girlfriend gasping for 
breath on the grass beside him in the last throes of orgasm. She was just 
like anyone else, he thought bitterly. She wanted to be fucked like any 
other bitch ... and like any guy.... 

He waited for her to finish and looked toward the other couple, dressing 
quickly. But something seemed strange to the drugged-haze of his mind ... 
the whirring had stopped. 

What whirring, he thought, tilting his head. I know I heard something 
whirring! 

"Take it easy, goddammit," Rod whispered at the boy next to him, who was 
fumbling with a small black film cartridge. "If you don't be quiet, you'll 
fuck up everything. 

Rod, too, had a film cartridge, and his sweating fingers were trying to load 
it as quietly as possible into the small home-movie camera that he cradled 
in his lap. He and a fraternity brother, Phil, had just finished filming the 
torrid sex scene that Jerry and Linda had watched so fervently. Now they 
were re-loading their cameras so that they might film Jerry and his virgin 
girl friend as soon as they started making love. 

Any minute now, Rod thought to himself, trying to spur his unresponding 
fingers as he clicked the cartridge into place. The whole party had worked 
out much better than he had planned. So far he had talked three of his 
fraternity brothers into screwing a girl while he filmed them, but now this 
was really going to be something. Already he'd filmed the lewd sex scene 
with Bob and Dolly, a little virgin he'd picked up on the highway He had 
filmed the entire spectacle from behind Jerry and Linda, just to their left, 
including their mutual masturbation with Bob and Dolly's lewd fucking scene. 

Now he and Phil would film the couple that had just watched one wild 
exhibition already turned on-Amazing, he thought, how Jerry could have known 
that we were going to do this-Only a small number of fraternity's members 
knew about the filming in advance-one of them must have told him, Rod 
thought, remembering Jerry's promise to give them all a great show with his 
girl friend. Goddamn it, he's really on the ball, that kid. He'll go far, 
that's for sure, planning something like this right under our noses and 
giving the whole fraternity a vicarious fuck with Linda. We won't forget 
this for a long time, nobody will! 

"Ready," Phil whispered over his shoulder. "What are they doing now?" 

Rod craned his neck to watch Jerry and Linda half-hidden by the small clump 
of bushes. The other couple had already gone, leaving them completely alone, 
or so they thought, and Rod could see Linda, sitting cross-legged, her full 
sex-flushed breasts hanging firmly from her naked upper torso. Jerry handed 
her another marijuana cigarette and she eagerly took a long drag, expanding 
the ripe fullness of her jiggling breasts as she sucked the smoke into her 
lungs. 

"Ooooooohhh!" she cooed when she blew the smoke out of her parted lips in a 
long sensuous cloud. "That was really wild ... Bob and Dolly, I mean," she 
giggled, completely immersed in a cloud of sensation from the dangerous 
drug. 

"Not as good as we'll be." Jerry winked at her as he took another long puff 
from the loosely packed brown stick. "Much more of this pot and we'll be 
flyin' so high that we might end up fucking in a tree." 

"Oh, Jerry," she gasped at his obscenity, but she said no more. That word 
hadn't really bothered her at all, she thought, slowly rolling her head back 
and forth in a sensuous rhythm with her pounding heart. Bob had said it to 
Dolly, and now Jerry had said it to me ... just a word is what he always 
calls it ... a word ... fuck? Fuck, she thought again, giggling out loud as 
the marijuana roamed the warm damp channels of her body with its sensuous 
fingers-fuck, just a word ... fuck.... 

"Fuck," she said aloud with an almost childlike delight, suddenly throwing 
her hand over her open mouth as the single syllable slipped through her 
lips. 

"What did you say!" Jerry hissed, trying to hold the smoke he had just 
inhaled deep in his lungs. 

"Fuck," she giggled, gleefully watching his dark eyes widen in surprise at 
her voice. "Fuck, is all I said. Shall we Jerry, shall we fuck now?" 

Goddamn! he thought to himself as an uncontrollable knot of desire tied 
itself at the base of his penis. The way she said it, "Fuck," opened a 
floodgate of passion that quickly filled his penis to its full hardness, and 
he felt the straining prick press against the confinement of his swimming 
trunks. Goddammit, he wanted to screw her so badly, he didn't know if he 
could last long enough to shove his throbbing cock into her virginal cunt. 
Somehow he'd have to make himself hold back, but how could he wait any 
longer? 

"Y-Yeah," he stammered and snuffed out the Marijuana stick into the ground. 
She was really stoned; she had to be to ever say fuck ... I wonder if she'll 
really let me fuck her this time, he doubted for a moment. I wonder if 
she'll really do! 

Flicking the smoldering butt out of the thicket, he leaned forward and 
suddenly covered her soft parted lips with his ravenous mouth, letting all 
his weight fall over her half naked body, crushing her trembling breasts 
between them. The hidden switch in her loins nicked on automatically at his 
heavy touch and she felt the dizzying electricity of passion building its 
currents through the wanting channels of her body and mind. Watching Bob and 
Dolly do it ... fuck ... had finally made her realize that she wanted to be 
a virgin no longer, that she wanted Jerry to put his thing, his prick ... 
into her tight, virginal hole and end her wonderings about sex. 

She pictured his massive organ throbbing in her drug-clouded mind and then 
felt his hands cupping her firm-quivering buttocks. His heavy panting, 
almost savage in its urgency, whistled through her ears as she felt him pull 
her trembling hips toward him, pressing their bikini covered front against 
the rigid bulge that throbbed beneath his swim trunks. Wanting all of him 
crushing tightly against her, she grabbed his long, wavy hair and pulled his 
head as tightly as she could against her mouth, pushing her eager wet tongue 
between his lips and murmuring tiny moans of growing desire into his throat. 

Just outside the thicket, Rod and Phil watched intently, absorbed in Linda's 
growing passion. Rod's camera whirred in his ear as he listened to her 
muffled murmurs of desire and could barely keep the camera from shaking as 
he felt the throbbing in his cock calling for release. Goddamn! she was a 
hot little fuck, he swore to himself, then heard a click beside his ear, 
signifying that his film had run out. 

Quickly, he pointed to Phil who pushed the start button on his own camera, 
recording the writhing bodies on the grass while Rod reloaded. He looked up 
suddenly from his camera when he heard Jerry's voice whisper in short gasps: 
"Take your bikini pants off." 

She felt his weight cautiously lift away from her and take the pulsing touch 
of his prick away, too. No! She didn't want that beautiful throbbing to 
stop! Don't take it away, she thought, wanting to feel the massive hardness 
jerking against her moistening pubic mound. She wanted all of him, always 
... then suddenly she shuddered as his hands slid over the trembling flesh 
of her upraised breasts, down to the elastic band of her bikini bottom. 
Eagerly, she lifted her hips, and he slid the tiny pants down her thighs, 
looking at the damp spot of pleasure in her crotch that had secreted from 
between the quivering lips of her vagina. 

Naked at last! God, it felt so good, she thought as the cooling spray from 
the ocean prickled her exposed naked flesh. Almost delirious with the joy of 
being completely nude in the out-of-doors, she jumped up to her knees and 
threw her arms around Jerry's muscled stomach as he, too, kneeled, his 
concentration momentarily on the wet spot on her bikini that he held in his 
hand above his head. Crushing her lips against his wet torso, she slipped 
her hand downward along his sweating body, searching for the wonderful bulge 
of his engorged penis. Then, she found it, its hardness, its marvelous 
throbbing and she slowly lowered her head to get her lips closer to his 
pulsating prick. She wanted to touch it, to kiss it, to love the long thick 
shaft with her whole being. 

Gently her long delicate fingers squeezed the massive rigidness through the 
tightness of his trunks, then, in an uncontrollable, lust-incited impulse, 
she pursed her lips and tenderly kissed the hidden penis, softly moaning at 
the forbidden touch. 

Far above her head he moaned through his tightly clenched teeth and then 
flexed his muscular buttocks in an obscene response to her titillating lips. 
He felt her arms move quickly to his sides and the tops of his trunks, and 
moaned again, almost delirious with sex and marijuana as she slipped the 
tight trunks downward, grunting and panting through her parted lips and she 
stripped his one article of clothing away, leaving him kneeling and naked in 
the afternoon sunlight. 

"Oooooohhhh," she gasped as her eyes beheld the long swaying prick that 
jutted out from his hair covered groin. It was so big! Bigger and thicker 
than she could remember ... it was never this big at night when she stroked 
it in the back seat of his car ... Her hands raised cautiously to the 
pulsating tip of the jutting organ and grasped the smooth rubbery head 
firmly. 

It felt so nice, so hard and thick out here in the sunlight! 

She stared, wide-eyed with sexual desire, feeling the blood coarsing through 
the bluish veins while he moaned softly above her, afraid to let her 
continue her lewd exploration, afraid to let her stop. 

Slowly, expertly her hands began to gently stroke the long hard rod, pulling 
at the excess skin that crowded around the base of the rubbery red head, its 
bright, blood-filled color contrasting with the soft whiteness of her 
fingertips. Gently she moved her long fingers along the bottom of the 
quivering penis, holding it lightly in her hand, then squeezing its 
thickness, first lightly ... then harder, wanting to know how much pressure 
the pulsing organ would take. It was so hot and hard, yet it bent slightly 
under her hand's pressure ... God it was so beautiful! Why had she waited so 
long? Why had she stayed a virgin for so long? 

Aching with passion, he dropped his hand to hers and he guided her hand 
along the length of the rigid organ, showing her what he wanted ... what he 
wanted now. Eager to please him ... the boy who loved her ... she began a 
gentle, sensuous massage of his slightly jerking penis, not stopping when 
his hand dropped limply away from hers, and he pushed his hips forward with 
a gasp. 

Sexually tormented and drugged by the narcotic he began a slow rocking back 
and forth on his knees, and she started to rock with him, feeling the 
floating ecstasy of marijuana guiding her sensuous motions while her hand 
continued its lascivious squeezing and stroking along his throbbing flesh. 

Then she heard him suddenly pant and gasp much louder, falling over sideways 
in a blue, drughazed dive to the moist green grass. No! She couldn't let it 
get away from her, never! her mind whirled and she fell to the prickly grass 
with him, never releasing her grip on the jerking penis. 

"Ooohhhh," she moaned huskily, knowing that she had not lost her beloved 
god. She looked at the massive rigid organ only an inch from her eyes, her 
face was nestled in the muscled softness of his upper thigh, and Linda could 
smell the sweet, pungent odor of sex whispering through her nostrils. My 
god, it's so big! she told herself silently in wonderment as she stared at 
the huge cudgel, her eyes closer to its dangerous tip than ever before. 

"Son of a bitch!" Rod whispered in the bushes while he watched, his camera 
poised to start again as soon as Phil ran out of film. "She's gonna suck him 
off! Wow, Jerry said that cunt was a better fuck than any other hot little 
pussy around here and he wasn't fuckin' lyin'!" 

The camera's steady Whrrrrr droned in Phil's ear as he watched the girl's 
open red lips, poised just inches from the pulsing head of Jerry's aching 
prick, and he could feel their moist warmth close around his own cock and 
start sucking as he saw Jerry's hands come into view through the camera's 
sights. He saw him pull gently as the strong, excited fingers slipped 
through her long blonde hair and tug her head lightly, pointing her ovaled, 
waiting lips toward the throbbing end of his hardened prick. She started to 
jerk her head away, but the invitation of his tugging fingers in her hair 
and the pulsing rubbery head before her eyes commanded her to obey. A light 
salty taste touched her lips as he pushed his hips up, caressing the 
fullness of her mouth with the burning head of his organ. Then, slowly, 
automatically, she opened her mouth a little further and slipped her 
'glistening lipstick-rimmed lips wetly down over the throbbing reddish tip. 

For a moment she wanted to stop, afraid that if she took all of it she would 
choke, but the firm pressure of his hands on the back of her head kept her 
immobile, forcing her to adjust to the obscene sensation. She'd kissed it 
once before, she thought, through his pants. Why not kiss it now, love it 
tenderly like she really wanted to. 

Lying there beside him, her lips enveloping the huge head of his throbbing 
phallus, she began to slowly rock her head back and forth, feeling the 
rubbery tip rub across the stiffness of the roof of her saliva-filled mouth. 
The marijuana wanted her to scream with joy at the delicious, obscene waves 
of pleasure that coursed through her flooding vagina ... hot and aching just 
like his ... his prick! And the obscene word shot through her mind for the 
first time in her life, but she didn't care; she wanted only to lick and 
suck his fiery prick into her mouth, cooling its urgent wanting passion. 

His moans were getting louder each time she bobbed her head sensuously up 
and down, making him press her blonde head tighter against his hair-covered 
groin. Another inch of the pulsing penis slipped into her mouth and she ran 
her long wet tongue around it, lubricating the rock-hard flesh that would 
surely flood her throat in a few moments. Voluntarily, exhilarated by her 
own lewd thoughts and the throbbing in her mouth, she shoved her head 
forward, sucking more of his rigid cock into her mouth, pleased that she was 
making him gasp and cough with pent-up passion. She was happy now, so happy! 
She loved him and was sucking his wonderful prick to make him cum, to make 
him feel the greatest pleasure she could give him! 

There was no shame in her lust-maddened mind as she sucked voraciously at 
his jerking penis. There was only her limitless desire to please him, 
knowing that the sexual fires writhing in her own loins would also soon be 
bursting with a rapturous fulfillment. 

She heard his moanings suddenly become short heavy gasps, fighting to hold 
back his pent-up climax. He fought fiercely, clenching his twitching thighs 
together and rapidly flexing the excited muscles of his buttocks, his body 
now rigid, anticipating the final moment. 

"Now, now!" she heard him gasp, suddenly breaking into a frenzied barking 
cough as he involuntarily jerked his whole naked body, shoving the rest of 
his throbbing penis deep into her throat, sliding through her hot wet saliva 
and raking the tender flesh along her sharp white teeth. Trying not to 
choke, she suddenly felt the hot sticky wetness flooding her mouth and 
filling her throat with its erupting heat in a spewing burst of orgasm ... 
fiery, encircling her tongue ... filling her with his life-giving sperm! 

She swallowed again and again to stop the precious fluids from escaping her 
mouth and felt him suddenly relax. The massive penis was quickly de flating 
in her mouth, and she licked at it, begging for it to stay hard ... to take 
her virginity! She twirled her tongue around the deflating head and quickly 
licked it clean, then let it slip out of her mouth and fall limply against 
his thigh. 

Her mind reeled with the heat of his passion and the vivid taste of his 
sperm still on the back of her tongue. She moved her head back and rolled 
slightly away from him, watching his chest rise and fall as he caught his 
breath and began to relax. 

"Motherfuck!" Rod wheezed from behind the bushes and rubbed the aching 
erection in his own pants. "That was the goddamnest thing I've ever seen." 

He turned to see Phil kneeling on the ground beside him, his hand just 
releasing his penis. A white cobweb of sperm hung to the ground from its tip 
and Rod chuckled, secretly wishing he had masturbated, too. Goddamn it, she 
was really something! 

"Come on," he told Phil. "Reload your camera and get ready for another big 
scene. I know goddamn well she's not finished yet, not until he takes that 
cock of his and fucks her half to death. 

Linda had watched Jerry for more than ten minutes, waiting for him to say 
something to her ... something reassuring, telling her of his undying love, 
the love she felt for him. 

Finally he handed her another marijuana stick and they quickly smoked it, 
building a thicker wall around them, keeping out the reality of the sunlit 
Sunday afternoon. 

Enraptured by the smoking, and waiting for his final sexual onslaught, the 
end to her virginity, Linda felt his hand slip over her breasts at the same 
instant that the whirring started again, but she shuddered involuntarily at 
his touch, ignoring the foreign sound from the bushes behind her. His 
fingers slid over the rising tips of her trembling breasts, and she suddenly 
felt his lips moistly caressing her glistening belly, the wetness of his 
hard wet tongue running tiny circles around her navel. 

She cooed at the lascivious tongue, and with a sensuous rolling motion it 
ran quickly over the gentle swell of her belly and pressed lightly against 
the softness of her trembling thighs. She felt his hands, young and strong, 
taking her hips and easily turning her over while his tantalizing tongue 
never lifted from her suntanned flesh. Its hard wet tip slipped along her 
spine, then back down to the white crevice between her moon-like buttocks, 
and the two soft perspiring mounds shivered involuntarily as his tongue 
moistened their flesh, sending rapturous shocks of sexual electricity 
through her naked quivering body. The tongue rolled to the crest of her hips 
and she felt him lift her again, turning her slender body over to rest her 
virginal buttocks on the prickly wet grass. 

A shuddering moan escaped her wide open mouth as she felt his biting lips 
slip over the tops of her thighs and disappear between her legs. His light 
beard scratched a sensuous path along the trembling inner thighs and she 
rolled her head slowly from side to side, completely entranced by the 
sensuous licking near her crotch. 

"Oooooohhh!" she wailed as the licentious tongue suddenly slid to the soft 
blonde field of pubic hair and twisted its way through the satiny triangle 
until it found the swollen pink lips that protected her wet clasping vagina. 
Oh God! her mind reeled as the hard wetness slithered in between the two 
trembling lips and lapped at the warm moistness, darting over the untouched 
entrance to her virginal channel. "Oh, oh, oh," she gasped again and 
involuntarily jerked her legs up, bending her knees and widening the 
glistening pink slit that ached for the fulfillment of a blinding sexual 
climax. And then, instinctively, her hands reached down and grabbed his long 
hair, pulling his contorted face tightly against the quivering pink cleft, 
wanting him to eat her alive ... to devour her-her pussy! Words she'd never 
used before streaked through her drugged, lust-maddened mind as the 
tormenting tongue slithered through the moistness of her vaginal slit, 
making her wriggle her buttocks in an obscene savage frenzy until the wild 
undulations began to take form and rotate against his hungry face in a 
steady, lusty rhythm. 

Jerry nearly choked from lack of air as his face lay buried in her 
undulating crotch, licking and pulling at the frenzied bud of her ripe, 
erect clitoris. He knew he was stoned on all the pot they'd smoked, but she 
... she was blown out of her fucking mind! Growling as he sucked at her 
vaginal opening he thought of how he was going to fuck her 'til she passed 
out, the hot little cunt! How the hell could she be so fucking wild and 
still be a virgin! Goddamn, I've gotta fuck her now! Now! 

He ground his mouth once more against the pink wetness, then jerked his head 
away, watching her trembling buttocks rotate in the air, her hair-lined 
pussy open and seeming to suck for air as she writhed in unfulfilled 
torment. Holding his eyes on the glistening orifice he reached out and 
grabbed her legs, straightening them out to either side of his kneeling 
body. He looked down to see his jerking prick swaying back and forth between 
her wide-spread thighs like a giant cannon taking aim at her clasping 
maidenhead. He'd fuck her now, goddamn it! No more of that agonizing 
waiting, he would take that virgin cunt and tear it apart with his cock! he 
thought. Then she'll be mine! All mine! 

He grunted as his body fell forward and crushed his weight down, half on her 
writhing body and half on the grass. Her hips slowly rocked from side to 
side beneath him and he could see her eyes clenched tightly shut while her 
mouth formed silent obscenities to the sky. That pot had really turned her 
on, he grinned, and suddenly found his own head jerked back by a nodding 
blast of marijuana-inspired spasm. He knew he was almost as stoned as she 
was, but that didn't stop him from lowering his head to steal one more 
delicious taste from her panting lips. 

He crushed his lips over hers, sucking her limp tongue into his mouth just 
like he had sucked her clitoris between her jerking thighs. His hand grasped 
the pointed fullness of her breasts, forcing a painful squeal from her 
throat, but he continued to knead and pull at the tender quivering flesh in 
a final preparation for his lust-maddened assault on her maidenhead. 

Pulling himself slowly on top of her while he still sucked voraciously at 
her soft pink tongue, he clumsily slid his long rigid penis along the inside 
of her thighs toward the quivering flesh beneath her sparse young pubic 
mound. She moaned in ecstatic anticipation and he dropped one hand to the 
long rigid shaft, guiding it more steadily toward the waiting lips of her 
untouched cunt. 

"Ooooooh!" she groaned as the rubbery tip brushed past the silken hairs and 
probed the clasping entrance way of her virginal channel. She could feel it 
giving way, one tormented cell at a time, slowly, painfully, until her 
maidenhead stretched to the breaking point. The whole fiery head had 
burrowed into the aching passage and she groaned again, knowing that she was 
living the final seconds of her virginity, starting on the threshold of a 
new fife, free of restriction, open to unknown pleasures that awaited her as 
a liberated, sexually free young girl. 

Then it happened! 

With a crushing groan and a single thrust he sank his thick pulsing cock 
into the smooth wet, hair-t-rimmed opening! 

"Aaarrggghhh!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as the pain exploded in 
her vagina, splitting her maidenhead in the first ceremony of her womanhood. 
Tiny droplets of dew-like blood trickled from around his penis and out over 
her quivering pink cuntal lips as he withdrew the pulsing rod and shoved it 
forward again into her hair-covered pussy, this time all the way to the 
hilt. He could hear her whimpering for him to stop, but it was too late now. 
He'd broken her cherry and now he'd Here he'd found his real meaning for 
love-Sexfuck like he should have been doing for months-wild abandoned sex, 
heightened by the sensational exaltation of drugs! This was life ... animal 
fucking in lusting heat. 

Her whimperings were becoming breathless pants as she felt his prick 
stroking her ravaged cuntal walls, building the fire that she had felt so 
many times before ... the fire that now was a roaring blaze of passion, 
flaming to a thunderous crescendo that she anticipated with mixed fear and 
joy. It still hurt, but the tiny amount of pain could hardly match the 
growing waves of pleasure that erupted from every cell of her writhing naked 
body. 

She reached up and threw her arms around his neck, holding onto him as if 
she were afraid to fall into the vortex of orgasm that awaited her. Her 
mouth was slack with passionate lust as she whimpered tiny gasps of desire 
and lifted her long slender legs, wrapping them around his back and locking 
her ankles together. Her hips jerked upwards as he rammed his penis again 
and again into the wide-stretched entrance, his balls slapping wildly 
against her upraised buttocks as his frenzied pitch increased with each 
agonizing thrust. Her clasping pussy was sucking the life out of his cock, 
he thought, in an insane flash of lust-induced hallucination. It was too 
much, too much! He wanted to scream, but instead, he backed still harder 
against her ramming pelvis. 

"Oh, Fuck, Oh Fuck!" he yelled as her cuntal lips slipped over the long 
length of his driving penis and he felt the rubbery tip reach the furthest 
depths of her smooth, wet vagina, kissing her hidden cervix with its tiny 
leaking slit. Her thighs were squeezing at his sides at the same time, 
crushing the breath from his lungs with a vise-like grip. Christ! She was 
the fabulous ... insane with desire ... the greatest fuck he'd ever have, 
and she belonged to him! She loved him, wanted him more than anything, 
wanted to give him everything, ever pleasure every sexual joy that they 
could ever invent together! He owned her and would demand it from her from 
now on ... every time he could get his cock into her fiery cunt, he'd fuck 
her like this ... wild and untamed! Oh yes, goddamn it! Oh Fuck Yes! 

Instinctively he slid his hands over her buttocks, feeling the jiggling 
white flesh as she bucked under him and mewled with delight at his new, 
lascivious touch on her quivering bottom. The delicious orbs were firm, yet 
gave to his kneading fingers, spreading and jiggling as he shook them in his 
hands. They clenched and unclenched as he gripped them, still bucking in an 
obscene rhythm of uncontrolled passion while he slid his throbbing organ in 
and out of her ravished passage. 

His mind a shattered puzzle of lust and desire, he slid his fingers around 
the flexing white orbs to the wide-spread crevice between them and tapped at 
the tiny hairless anus. She jerked her buttocks more wildly as his obscene 
finger probed the tight elastic orifice, then pressed the tip downward, 
pushing against the softness that would open up ... if he just pushed hard 
enough. 

"Oh, God, Oh, God," she moaned as the finger probed the entranceway, 
suddenly slipping inside the damp moist passage up to the first knuckle, 
sending a shrieking shock a pleasure through her bowels. It was wrong, wrong 
... but it was also too late! Nothing could stop Jerry from shoving his 
intruding finger further into her untouched rectum, and nothing could wipe 
out the desire she felt as it wormed its way inward. She'd had too much 
marijuana and too much excitement to stop either of them from doing anything 
but taking joy in any perverted way they could devise. 

Rod was still watching, one hand jerking wildly at his exposed penis as Phil 
photographed the naked writhing couple on the grass. His camera mechanically 
recorded Jerry's jerking hips as he impaled the helpless, lust-crazed girl's 
wide-stretched vagina with his throbbing penis. His face contorted with 
desire, he fell forward and crushed his mouth over hers, rubbing his chest 
across her wildly dancing breasts, flattening their fullness and feeling the 
taut red nipples press against his naked torso, seeming to suck the lustful 
energy from his spastically beating heart. 

Her long legs suddenly shot out to the side and fell limply on the wet 
grass, spreading her ravaged vagina as wide as she could, giving the 
battering cock more room to drive its thick hardness deeper and more 
brutally into her aching channel. Feeling his rapturous kisses while her 
legs flailed helplessly at her sides, she bit his lip with a ruthless 
passion, drawing blood from his gasping mouth, then biting his neck, nipping 
at the taut flesh with her teeth, sending pounding rivers of lust through 
his body. 

Her sharp teeth increased his uncontrolled ramming into her defenseless 
vagina and he could feel his orgasm pressing hard at the depths of his 
balls, begging for the command to shoot their fiery white sperm through his 
driving penis. 

She was meeting his every savage thrust, clamping her lasciviously grinding 
buttocks together over his finger as it continued to worm and skewer its way 
around in the tightness of her tiny rectum, making her howl with lustful 
delight, wailing like a wounded animal. 

Oh Fuck! There was hardly any time left, he vaguely told himself as her 
clenching buttocks rode upward, harder and harder against his battering 
pelvis. He was flying on a cloud of marijuana and lust that he had never 
imagined existed, but it was almost over.... 

He sensed her orgasm coming as he heard her delirious moanings shatter the 
air and felt her buck upwards, flexing her tight little buttocks around his 
worming finger in one final passion-filled jerk. 

"Oh, Oh, Jerry! I'm cumming, my darling! I'm cumming now!" 

With her exalted cry she wriggled her whole body in one sharp furious 
movement, hanging on to nothing but his neck for a second, then jerking 
spastically, once, twice, again ... for nearly ten seconds as the first 
climax of her womanhood shook the very depths of her being. 

Even after she had finished, she held tightly to his neck while he thrust 
viciously into her wide-stretched vagina with the last spasms of energy in 
his lust-crazed body. He listened to her whimpering, "I love you, I love 
you," but could only gasp with pleasure as the head of his penis began to 
grow, expanding, hurting, raked with his impending climax. He dug his nails 
into her supple flesh, felt her hands around his neck, digging, urging, 
asking for his sperm. His massive penis had expanded to its final limit and 
she was groaning beneath him as its immense proportions pummeled her 
helpless vagina in the final thrusts of desire before his balls exploded in 
a thunderous crescendo of orgasm. He felt his sperm shooting through the 
underside of the jerking cock, spewing his lifeblood into her wet, open 
channel until finally, exhausted by the torrents of lust that had drained 
his body, he fell limply on top of her. 

"Oh, my darling," she whispered into his ear as he laid almost lifeless on 
top of her. "I love you, Jerry. That was so beautiful, so wonderful." 

But he hadn't heard her through his completely satisfied unconsciousness, 
and she realized that they wouldn't have to speak. For Linda, there were no 
words needed for true lovers, and she fell gently asleep, her satisfied body 
spread obscenely under him. 

* * * 

A slight, shuddering tremor shook Linda's nude buttocks, waking Jerry with a 
start. His hand had been resting on her exposed bottom for more than an hour 
as they laid unconscious in the thicket of yellowing bushes, totally 
exhausted from their sexual bout. Jerry's head throbbed with a dull ache, 
the aftermath of almost ten marijuana cigarettes and his mind refused to 
clear itself of the drug's cobwebs. 

Shaking his head, he looked upward into the glaring blaze of the September 
afternoon sun, and thought for a moment that he would go blind from the 
intense nuclear light. Its relentless heat beat down on the naked skin of 
their bodies, and he could see the growing pinkness on Linda's rounded 
buttocks. He knew that they would suffer from terrible sunburns for the next 
week, but as he thought about the hour that they had made love, he knew it 
was worth it. 

True, their sex had been heightened by the drugs, but if that's what it took 
to finally breach her maidenhead, then the means certainly justified the 
end. She had been the most exciting piece-of-ass he had ever had, bar none. 
Her passion and willingness had excited him to near insanity, and he thought 
that if her love-making could do that to him, there had to be something more 
between them than just sex. Maybe that was the ultimate goal of sex, he 
wondered. Maybe love grew out of sex, rather than being simply another word 
for intercourse. Perhaps he'd been wrong about love when he said it was just 
a word, an excuse to screw. Perhaps it was the satisfied feeling of 
fulfillment that he felt now, looking at the naked girl lying beside him, 
her back, buttocks and thighs growing red from the sun's beating 
ultra-violet rays. 

He heard her moan and wriggle her body slightly, adjusting her breasts 
against the prickly grass. She really was beautiful, and she did love him. 
She'd proved that when she had performed her uninhibited act of fellatio. 
Because of that alone, he knew that they'd be closer now than ever before, 
and maybe he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with her. If she 
could love him like that, she'd surely make any sacrifices he'd require from 
her so that he could still achieve the success he needed so desperately. 
After all, he thought, they always say that behind every great man, there's 
a great woman, and goddamn it, she's really great! 

"'Bout time you woke up." A male voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. "I 
thought you two were going to stay out-cold for the rest of the party." 

Jerry jerked his head around to face the voice, his eyes wide with surprise 
and fear. He didn't want anyone to see them here like this, naked in the 
bushes, and most of all he didn't want Rod to see Linda, not after all of 
his lewd comments about her. But there he was, Rod Thompson, fraternity 
president, voyeur, standing over both of them with that incessant obscene 
grin on his face. 

"Oh," was all that slipped from Jerry's dry throat. 

"Is that all you've got to say to your old pal," Rod asked him, his eyes 
glued to the unconscious girl's smooth white buttocks, then he mused: "But 
after a show like that I guess you don't really need to say anything." 

Jerry's face flushed with embarrassment as Rod talked, and he tried to hide 
Linda's naked body with his own. Well, hell, he thought, Rod had caught them 
after they'd screwed, and there was nothing he could do about that but try 
to be nonchalant and make Rod think that everything was just as it should 
be. He couldn't take the chance to let Rod know that he was embarrassed and 
slightly ashamed to be caught out in the open with his girl completely 
naked. 

"How about some of your beer?" Jerry asked hoarsely. "I'm dry as a goddamn 
bone. You know what that pot'll do to your throat." 

"Yeah, that's for sure, not to mention what it does to your girlfriend." Rod 
snickered and offered Jerry the ice cold can of malt-liquor that he held in 
his hand. 

"You can say that again," Jerry said between gulps of beer. "It really turns 
her on every time." 

"I know." 

He knows? Jerry wondered and took another long swallow of the cold amber 
liquid. How the hell could he know unless ... No. He couldn't have seen 
us-that's impossible. 

"The only thing I want to ask," Rod said, squat ting down beside the two 
naked teenagers, "is how the hell did you know that we were going to be 
filming out here this weekend?" 

"What do you mean!" Jerry sputtered, beer spilling over his lips and onto 
his chest. 

"Oh, now come on, man," Rod said, a little irritated that Jerry was trying 
to be coy with him. "Last weekend you said you and Linda would give us a big 
show at the picnic, one that we wouldn't forget for a long time. Now, what 
bugs me is how did you know that Phil and I were going to film some of these 
broads screwing, and how did you know where we'd take the pictures? I mean, 
this thing was a pretty closely guarded secret and I've asked all the guys 
that knew about it before-hand. None of them told you, yet somehow you found 
out, and I'll be damned if I can figure it out." 

Jerry stared at him over the top of the aluminum can. They'd filmed them! He 
had taken Linda's virginity and Rod and Phil had watched the whole time, 
taking pictures! Oh Christ, he thought. Here was a girl he thought he was 
falling in love with, and his friends had photographed them screwing. It 
could ruin him forever if those films got into the right hands, and it could 
ruin her too. What kind of man would want a wife that people had seen being 
fucked on film? 

"Hey, man, speak up," Rod said, puzzled at Jerry's silence. "You don't have 
to worry about giving anybody away or anything like that. That was the 
wildest screw I've ever seen, not to mention the idea behind it. I've talked 
to the executive council already, and we've decided to give you full 
membership without even bothering with initiation. Anyone who can come up 
with an idea like that, I mean screwing his girlfriend while we film it, 
knowing that we were there all the time, and still put on a show like you 
did-why shit, you're gonna be the biggest man in the house before I leave, 
and that's less than a year away. I wouldn't be surprised if you were 
elected president for next fall. That'd make you the only freshman president 
in the history of our fraternity house. 

"Now come on, Jerry, tell me will you? I've been beatin' my brains out for 
the last hour trying to figure out how you knew in advance. We only thought 
of the idea last Sunday when we were surfing, and yet you told us less than 
an hour later that you were going to do it. Now goddamnit, how the hell did 
you know?" 

"You just gave yourself the answer," Jerry said, knowing that he should tell 
Rod to go fuck himself, but one thing kept him from doing it ... President 
of the Fraternity next year ... Biggest man in the house. The words echoed 
through his ego, and he couldn't put them out of his mind. That's what he 
wanted, to be accepted, to be popular, and to become a wheel in the 
fraternity. He was a high school senior now, but if the members were as awed 
by his performance as Rod said, he would become the most influential member 
of the house by the time he actually entered college. It was like a dream 
come true, except for Linda, but he would just have to find a way around 
her.... 

"Like what?" Rod asked, puzzled by the smug look that was growing in the 
youthful muscles of Jerry's sunburned face. 

"Easy man. Like you said, you and the guys were talking about it at the 
beach last weekend, and when you said you'd like to see Linda in action, I 
thought of it right away. A moving picture's just like the real thing if 
you're really turned on, so I decided to surprise you and let you film the 
whole scene today." 

"But how did you know we'd be filming today for sure?" 

"That's not hard at all. You're a big man, Rod, and when you disappear from 
the crowd it means you're up to something, so I just followed you and Phil. 
When I thought I knew where you were headed, we got down here in the bushes 
and waited. I knew that Bob and Dolly would be coming somewhere close, and 
when I saw them, I knew the time and place were right. The rest is history." 

The girl stirred by his side and Rod watched with growing interest, aroused 
by the sight of her naked body and the memory of her recent uninhibited 
exhibition. 

"'Course, it took some talking to get Linda to agree," Jerry said quickly, 
seeing Rod's bloodshot eyes staring at her nude form gently breathing on the 
grass. "She finally said 'O.K.,' but she doesn't want to talk about it, so 
I'd just as soon you didn't mention anything about the films to her. She's 
really hung up on me, and I don't feel like sharing her with anyone, but the 
films are the next best thing to it and should keep all the guys happy 
without causing any trouble." 

"Well, hell, I can understand that," Rod growled unintentionally. His throat 
was exceptionally dry from the sun and the mounting desire that smoldered in 
his loins. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and said: "Maybe 
I oughta have another slug of that brew, then get going. I think she's 
waking up." 

"Sure," Jerry said and handed him the can. He watched Rod thirstily drink 
from the proffered can and marveled at how their positions had suddenly 
altered. Instead of being the almighty fraternity president, Rod had 
suddenly become a man who wanted something: Linda! But Jerry wasn't about to 
let him get any nearer than he was to her naked body. He knew that Rod would 
always be envious, and probably give more attention and favors to the new 
fraternity member than he would have ever thought of doing for anyone else. 
The knowledge of suddenly having something that someone else wanted, the 
power of possession gave him a feeling of exhilaration and he wanted to 
shout, but knew that he had to be calm and as natural as possible. 

"You're right," Jerry said, turning his head toward Rod. "She is waking up. 
It would probably be better if you weren't here when she opened her eyes. It 
might be strange for her to see you, embarrassing, I guess." 

"No sweat, Jerry, baby," Rod said, standing and stretching his cramped legs. 
"She doesn't have to know that I was here. You can just tell her you found 
out earlier that you'll be made a full member at our meeting next Saturday 
night. That'll make her happy." 

Jerry nodded and watched him walk away, turning for a moment to smile and 
wink, then disappear behind the bushes on his way back to the party. 

"Mmmmmm," Linda moaned with delight and rolled to face him, her breasts full 
and pointing toward the declining sun. "I feel wonnnderful!" 

"So do I, sweetheart," he whispered. "But we ought to get out of the sun. 
You should see your fanny, it's burning up." 

"Oh," she suddenly gasped. "I do feel it now. It's stinging!" 

He looked at her as she craned her neck over her shoulder, carefully looking 
at her pinkening buttocks. She was so beautiful and uninhibited, but he 
might not ever get the chance to find all the hidden secrets of her mind and 
body if he didn't think of some way to keep her from finding out about the 
films, he thought moodily. He'd think of something, he'd have to. 

"Come on, let's go back to the party. Here," he said quickly, handing her 
the two bright pieces of her bikini. 

But the look in her eyes told him they weren't going to leave, not just yet. 

"Wait, Jerry," she whispered and leaned forward, her breasts hanging loosely 
below her. "We've had plenty of rest and it's so nice out here. Let's stay a 
while longer and make love again." 

He could think of no answer as he felt the blood begin to rise in his penis 
and leaned forward to clutch her breasts in his eager young hands and savour 
the delicious joys of her body once more in the slowly fading September 
sunlight. 

 CHAPTER 5 

"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred," Linda said aloud, then quietly set 
her blue hairbrush on her dressing table and stared into the mirror. For 
years she had brushed her hair one hundred strokes every day, fifty with the 
right hand, then fifty with the left. And for years she had been a virgin, 
that is, until a week ago at the fraternity beach party. 

It was now Saturday evening and in half an hour Jerry would be at the door 
to take her to the fraternity meeting where he would be installed as a 
full-fledged member of the college elite. Proud of his success, yet not 
knowing her part in making it come about, she carefully studied her smile in 
the mirror, wondering what changes had taken place in her body since having 
lost her maidenhead. But as she stood, she knew there were none, none that 
anyone could see. 

Since becoming a woman, however, she had begun to spend more and more time 
with less and less clothing on. She was thrilled with the reflection of her 
nakedness when she put her make-up carefully around her powder-blue eyes, 
and just as thrilled by the soft jiggling of her supple naked breasts when 
she stroked her long blonde hair. Her eyes roamed over her gentle curves as 
she vainly devoured her reflection from where she stood, and took pleasure 
imagining that her eyes were those of a man, excited by the seductive woman 
she saw in the mirror. 

She stood defiantly, her hands placed threateningly on her hips, and 
half-lowered her eyelids, at the same time parting the glistening lips that 
she had just painted with a new pink lipstick. There was a real woman, she 
thought, and winked at herself, letting out a tiny giggle of delight. Jerry 
thought she was a real woman, full of vitality and sex, free of inhibitions, 
and Linda never let a moment pass without giving him further assurance. 
During the last week they had made love twenty-four times-she counted the 
times over every time they did it-and each session, whether in the back seat 
of his old car, or on the beach, or lying in the crackling leaves at the 
secluded glen had been different, more exciting and more exploratory than 
the time before. 

In the mirror she could see the tiny red buds at the tips of her breasts 
hardening at the wonderful memory of their loving and in anticipation of 
tonight. Her limbs quivered with delight at the timidly growing sensations 
that tingled in her loins and breasts, just like they did every time she 
thought of Jerry's nakedness pressed hard against her luscious body. Love 
was so wonderful, so marvelous, that she wanted to shout to the whole world 
that she was a woman in love-in love with Jerry and sex and being a woman, 
even if she was only seventeen. 

Watching her nakedness in the mirror she slowly slid one hand from the crest 
of her hip, across the definitive border of suntan and white flesh to the 
soft blond triangle of pubic hair at the apex of her thighs. The long 
fingers toyed with the soft hair-covered lips for a second, then slid into 
the pink wetness, forcing her to gasp as the ruffled lips quivered at her 
salacious touch. But it wasn't right, no, she'd have to stop, now! There was 
Jerry to think of; she couldn't spoil their sex for him by masturbating now, 
just before he was going to pick her up for the meeting. No, she'd just have 
to wait until his fingers would be the ones to travel ever so lightly over 
her desperately-needing flesh. 

Hesitantly, but pleased with her decision to stop, she slipped her fingers 
out of the moist crevice and looked again momentarily into the mirror. It 
looked so obscene, she thought-her standing there in the light of her 
bedroom, playing with herself. But she couldn't be ashamed, not when she 
thought of Jerry, her passionate love for him and their sex. No, it was all 
for love. 

A few minutes later she was dressed and waiting for the doorbell to ring, 
when the telephone beside her bed suddenly shrieked at her. Picking up the 
telephone, she heard Shirley's voice say hello and asked what she was doing. 

"Waiting for Jerry, of course. Aren't you going out with Tony tonight?" she 
answered into the blue receiver. 

"Yes, to the fraternity meeting," Shirley said. "I told Rod that he should 
let Tony in with Jerry, and he agreed without the slightest hesitation. He 
said that if Tony and Jerry were good friends, they were probably a lot 
alike and would come up with the same kind of wild ideas. Do you know what 
he meant by that, Linda?" 

"Why, no," she said, not puzzled by the question, but by the fact that 
Shirley would ask her what Rod's meaning might be. "Jerry hasn't said 
anything to me. In fact, he's been pretty evasive about why the fraternity 
was going to let him join without having to go through the initiation. I 
think it's probably just something boys do that girls would be better off 
not knowing." 

"Well, I hope so. Tony doesn't know either, do you, honey?" she said, her 
voice turning away from the receiver then back again. "He thinks something 
funny is happening, though." 

"Is Tony there already?" 

"Oh, yes," Shirley said happily. "Daddy won't be home until a little later 
so Tony's been here all afternoon. We just finished taking a shower 
together," she whispered as Tony left the room. 

"Shirley," Linda exclaimed into the receiver, not as shocked by the act as 
she was by her girl friend's admission that they had just showered together. 

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed now," Shirley snickered. "Haven't you and 
Jerry done that yet. After all, you said you weren't a virgin anymore, so 
why not try everything?" 

"Oh, I don't know," Linda said quietly, looking up to see if her bedroom 
door was open. "We've lone an awful lot this week, but I guess haven't had a 
chance to try taking a shower or a bath together." 

"You really should," Shirley sneered, though Linda couldn't detect the 
sarcasm in her voice. "If you really love him and he loves you, then you 
ought to give everything a try-like running around the house naked. That's 
what Tony and I are doing now." 

Linda felt a shock of modesty and at the same time a wriggling spark of 
desire in her thighs as she imagined Tony and Shirley gallivanting around 
her large living room without their clothing. She would have liked to have 
done that with Jerry, but he's probably too shy and reserved to think of it, 
she told herself while Shirley said goodbye and hung up to return to Tony 
and his nakedness. Shirley wouldn't know what Jerry is really like, she 
thought. She'd have to love him like I do to know what makes him work. And 
she could never do that, she could never know what he's really like in bed 
or out. 

* * * 

The low nimble of cocktail voices, sparked with occasional laughter, 
filtered through the large room, cluttering Linda's ear as she tried to 
listen to Jerry's conversation. Instead of at the fraternity house, the 
meeting, preceded by an abundant supply of liquor was being held in the 
third-story ballroom of an ancient palatial estate overlooking the ocean. 

Linda was amazed at the turnout, expecting only about twenty couples, yet 
finding more than a hundred people already present when she and Jerry 
arrived. The whole setting seemed so unreal to her as she looked about her, 
seeing sparkling chandeliers, long red velvet drapes and a variety of 
gilt-edged mirrors decorating the ballroom. This was in reality a party to 
be temporarily interrupted by a short meeting, then speedily resumed. It was 
obvious to Linda that the young people present were more interested in their 
leisure and a good time than in the proceedings of the meeting and the fact 
that her man, Jerry, was going to become a full-fledged member of their 
elite society. 

Her wandering gaze caught the reflection of Dolly and Bob kissing each other 
near one mirror, and she remembered the experience she had shared with them, 
though they didn't know of her presence. She and Dolly had been women for 
almost the same length of time, and she felt as if they shared a real secret 
together. Beyond them she saw Tony's hand gently resting on Shirley's 
buttocks, secretly enjoying the pleasures of her touch. They had arrived 
only a few minutes ago and were already busily engaged in a debate with 
another couple, expounding on something called the quality of being, but 
Linda had no idea what they were talking about. 

Between the noise of conversation and the steadily clinking glasses she 
heard Rod Thompson greeting Jerry and turned her attention to them. 

"Glad to see you, brother," Rod said with a sly wink. "Everything's set up, 
and in a few minutes you'll be one of us. Oh, hi, Linda." 

"Hello, Rod," she said, almost choking on her drink, but managing to keep it 
down and nod a smile to him. 

"You look great tonight, honey," he said then turned back to Jerry, not 
bothering to recognize her resentment at being called lioney.' "Jer, wait 
'til you see how the you-know-what turned out. A couple of the boys have 
already seen them, and you should have seen their faces. Wow!-talk about 
impressed!" 

"Glad you liked 'em," Jerry said smiling, trying to hide the gnawing fear 
that pulled his belly into a knot. If Linda ever found out about those 
films, he'd be finished with her, and maybe even the fraternity if they knew 
he had lied about her part in them. "I'll have to see them sometime," he 
continued while watching Rod pour down the rest of his drink. 

"Don't worry, old man," Rod gulped. "You'll get to see them alright, but not 
now. We've got a meeting to take care of before the fun begins, so if you'll 
excuse me, I'll get our business out of the way." 

Linda watched him walk briskly away, then turned to see her boyfriend's 
far-away stare and asked: "Jerry, what were the you-know-what's that he said 
turned out so well?" 

"Just some films," he said quickly, suddenly feeling the knot growing 
tighter in his stomach. Why had he told her that, instead of inventing some 
other excuse? If he didn't get a good hold on his tongue, he was going to 
find himself in more trouble than he could ever handle. 

"What kind of films," she asked quietly. 

"Oh, just stag films that Rod picked up from some wino downtown," he 
answered lamely. "It's nothing that concerns girls anyway." 

"D-Do you ever watch that kind of movie?" 

"Oh, hell, Linda! Let's forget this stupid conversation," he told her with 
more irritation in his voice than she thought was necessary. "Come on, the 
meeting's starting." 

She followed him dutifully toward the front of the ballroom as Rod's gavel 
brought a slow silence to the room, and within minutes there was only a 
light murmur that finally ceased altogether. With a few perfunctory remarks 
Rod started the meeting that lasted only fifteen minutes, which seemed too 
long to most of the people present. Jerry and Tony had been made full 
members to no one's surprise, a new dues regulation was announced, then Rod 
slammed his gavel down one more time. 

"Meeting's adjourned!" he said to loud cheers of approval and stepped off 
his small podium. "Well, Jer, old man, that's the end of that. How does it 
feel to be a member?" 

"Great, Rod, just great. I only hope it won't take much time to adjust to 
the thought of it." 

"Don't worry about that, old man," he said to Jerry's strange smile-Jerry 
hated to be called 'old man.' "You know most of the guys already, so why 
don't you two mingle for a while until the fun begins." 

For the next hour Linda followed Jerry through the crowd, listening to all 
the old members congratulate him and tell him how lucky he was to have a 
girl like Linda, though a few of them seemed to give her a knowing smile 
that she couldn't quite understand. They all seemed nice enough, but 
something made her feel very uncomfortable ... maybe the way they looked at 
her, or perhaps a certain tainted tone of voice, but she wasn't sure just 
what. 

Wanting to make a good impression, yet still uncomfortable, she began to 
drink faster than she normally did, slowly eroding her nervousness. She 
listened to most of the conversations, proud of her man and his new 
position, but unable to really taken part in anything but the most banal 
talk-though she would nod when someone began talking about one of the more 
confusing subjects. 

The alcohol's growing strength made the room seem much hotter than it was 
and she noticed most of the boys had removed their jackets and ties, while 
the girls loosened their dresses, some of them going so far as to unbutton 
one or two more buttons than necessary, exposing more cleavage than Linda 
thought would be respectable at a social gathering. Perhaps they were 
getting a little drunk, too, she thought, then followed suit and unfastened 
two more buttons on her own blouse. None of those girls could boast of 
breasts like hers, and she could prove it. 

"You feel alright?" Jerry asked while they walked toward the buffet table 
for another drink. 

"Oh, yes," she giggled. "But I wish we could go home, or maybe just go 
somewhere and park." 

"You little sneak," he teased. "You're getting loaded." 

"No I'm not," she exclaimed with mock indignity at his remark. "I'm just in 
love with you, Mr. Campbell, and I thought we could go somewhere so I could 
prove it." 

"We will," he smiled, giving her another vodka gimlet. "But not for a while, 
yet. I've got an obligation to meet here, and after I've said hello and a 
few other things to everybody we can leave." 

"Good," she answered, her deep blue eyes staring lovingly over the rim of 
her glass as she readied to take another sip. "Then we can ... Jerry, why 
are the lights going out?" 

Jerry heard "Oooooh's" and "Aaaaaah's" from both the girls and the boys at 
the party, and saw that each light was dimming to nothingness, one by one. 
Now what the hell is going on? he asked himself silently. 

"I don't know," he said to her, looking around him in the semi-darkness for 
an explanation. 

"I do, though," Tony's voice interrupted from behind them. "Shirley just 
found out from Rod. They're going to show some stag films. Interested, 
Jerry?" 

Stag films! Oh Christ, he couldn't, Jerry thought frantically, the alcohol 
suddenly draining from his brain and leaving him completely sober. Rod 
wouldn't dare show those flicks here, tonight ... and worse yet, Tony's tone 
of voice told him that his friend knew about he and Linda and the movies. 
And if Tony knew, then Shirley probably did too! 

"Not really," he answered. "In fact, we were just leaving." 

"You can't leave yet, lover," Shirley said, coming from behind Tony. "Rod 
told me all about the movies tonight, and I think you and Linda should 
stay." v 

"No, no," he said, drawing the words out deliberately so as not to alarm 
Linda. "She's not feeling so hot, and neither am I." 

"Oh, come on now," she dared in a mocking tone of voice. "You're not chicken 
are you? You either, Linda? It's just like watching somebody else do it, 
except it's on film. Now that couldn't be so bad, could it?" 

"No that couldn't be too bad," Linda said shaking her head and regretting 
that she had told Shirley about watching Bob and Dolly make love. "It's 
alright, Jerry, I don't mind, besides, who's going to be hurt?" 

If you only knew, he thought while he said: "No one, I guess." 

With that, the two couples found their way in the dark to what seemed to be 
a good viewing spot. They had to wind their way through the crowd of 
fraternity brothers and their dates who were making themselves comfortable 
on the ballroom floor. Finally they got to a place large enough for the four 
of them to half-sit, half-lie on the dark hardwood, and Jerry bundled up his 
jacket for he and Linda to rest their heads on. 

"Everybody ready?" Rod's husky voice yelled out in the darkness, and when he 
heard a few "Yeah, hurry ups," he signaled to the back of the room and a 
bright white square appeared on the wall, flickering with black specks, then 
a Four, Three, Two.... 

Linda knew she was unprepared for what she was about to see, but the love 
she felt for Jerry told her to stay where she was and watch the unknown. 
She'd heard about stag films before, their obscenity and power of 
stimulation, but this would be the first time the young high school girl had 
been in a position to view one firsthand. However, she rationalized it 
couldn't be too bad, not if all these fraternity boys and their dates were 
there too, in the same room. 

Gasps and cheers suddenly filled the room, and Linda's heartbeat doubled its 
already accelerated rhythm as the flickering white on the screen turned to a 
full-color projection of a young couple lying naked on a blanket. Behind 
them she could see a protrusion of jagged black rocks jutting out into the 
sea, and it seemed somehow familiar, but a clouded cloak of vodka gimlets 
fogged her memory, urging her just to watch the nude boy and girl on the 
screen and enjoy it. 

The girl, a redhead about Linda's age, ground a yellowish roach, the butt of 
a marijuana cigarette, into the sand and fell slowly to her side, suddenly 
sweeping her slender fingers over the boy's naked suntanned body, leaving a 
pinkish flush on every spot she touched. He pressed his naked hips against 
her long muscular thighs and seemed to sigh as her hand wandered over the 
clenching flesh of his buttocks, pulling him against her more tightly, then 
sliding over his hips to search for the powerful warmth that throbbed 
between their bodies. His bloodshot eyes slowly closed as he responded to 
her searching hand, pulling his hips away from her luscious thighs and then 
suddenly jerking his head back as the hand burned into the hard flesh of his 
penis. It enveloped the rigid hardness, folding its fingers around the long 
shaft, pulling and gently squeezing with a steady rhythm as he seemed to 
moan in ecstasy at the sensuous touch. 

Linda heard other soft moans of pleasure filter through the crowd as they 
watched, and found herself afraid to look at them, not knowing if the 
mewlings were resulting from the scene on die wall, or were actual cries of 
excitement from the viewers. But the corners of her alcohol-blurred eyes 
caught glimpses of shadowed couples around her embracing each other with 
wandering hands, and she snuggled closer to Jerry for protection from the 
mounting excitement that smoldered on the large ballroom floor. 

Jerry pulled her tighter, then slipped his hand around her back and pushed 
lightly against the tiny tip of one firm breast. He was relieved that Rod 
hadn't shown the film of him and Linda together, and relaxed against the 
warmth of her body, watching the aroused couple on the screen. Everything 
was going to be alright, he thought and squeezed her breast's hardening 
nipple between his forefinger and thumb, realizing that the obscene movie 
was already exciting Linda beside him. 

Linda shuddered next to him as she watched the boy on the screen gasp into 
the girl's mouth, feeling the slippery probing phallus of her tongue slither 
between his open lips and a search for an erotic spot to tease. Sucking his 
tongue into her mouth she wriggled against him, and he seemed to tremble as 
the tips of her large, well-rounded breasts brushed against his strong 
muscular chest. His arms pulled her more tightly against his sweating body 
and he rubbed his lean, coppery torso against her full flushed breasts, 
flattening them against his naked skin and savoring the nakedness that had 
aroused him so quickly. 

The fiery fingers of the squirming girl's enveloping hands had kindled a 
growing spark of desire in his penis and molten rivers of passion could 
almost be felt by the audience coursing through every inch of his flesh, 
pounding against his hard throbbing shaft. 

His mouth soundlessly gasped with a delighted plea for more erotic 
sensations and he slid his hands on their own path down the girl's back 
toward the trembling flesh of her slender thighs. Long and smooth, the two 
tanned limbs lifted to his sensuous touch, wrapping their warmth around one 
of his lees, and making him look as if he were being swallowed by a gigantic 
wave of erotica that would massage his excited body until he burst. 

He seemed to be disorganized, not knowing where to put his fingers next, and 
Linda found herself wanting to scream to him where the fire was-there, in 
the moist silk between her thighs. She knew exactly what the aroused girl on 
the screen wanted as she felt Jerry's hand slide under her skirt and trace 
an excited path toward the strained elastic of her panties. But what about 
all these people, she thought with a worried tinge of fear. There was no 
doubt how wonderful Jerry's fingers would feel if they would slip into the 
moist pinkness of her vaginal slit, but she couldn't let herself be caught 
up in the rising desire that quivered in her loins-not here, not in front of 
everybody! 

Nobody, however, was interested what Jerry and Linda were doing under the 
cover of darkness in the converted theater. They were all too busy with each 
other, fondling, caressing, pressing then-wanting bodies together in a lewd 
orgy of voyeurism. Some, like Bob and Dolly, were already half naked in 
their embrace, while others, like Tony and Shirley were letting their 
excitement build more slowly, content to rub each other's aroused genitals 
through the light cotton of their summer clothes. They could wait longer, 
because they knew the more control they used, the more explosive their sex 
would be when they finally dropped their inhibitions and submitted to the 
primitive savagery of orgasm. 

But the boy on the screen couldn't wait. In the bright sunlight on the open 
beach he seemed to groan in masochistic pain as the girl's fondling fingers 
grasped his thick penis tighter and squeezed the pulsating flesh with all 
her might. The sex-crazed look on her young face told the audience that she 
was enjoying the salacious pulling and squeezing of his prick, but they 
could also see that he could no longer stand her tormenting grip. 

A spasm of rejection crossed her face when his hand suddenly grasped her 
wrist and jerked her fingers away from his aching cock. Why did he do that! 
she seemed to ask, knowing that her educated fingers had already excited him 
much more than she was excited. Then, before anyone in the audience could 
answer her silent question, he began pulling at her hips, shoving her 
slightly away from him and guiding her fragile body so that she lay on her 
side, her breasts quivering excitedly from her naked chest. 

Glistening in the afternoon sunlight, he rose quickly, straddled her for a 
second, then lowered himself behind her, hiding his engorged penis from 
view. While the camera moved around behind them, for an unobstructed angle, 
he pushed her onto her stomach, crushing her breasts flat against the sandy 
blanket. Then eagerly, like a pillaging Mongol, he slithered onto her nude 
form, guiding his throbbing penis along the perspiring path between her 
passion quivering thighs. A terrified apprehension spread across her eyes as 
the girl felt the massive prick lay a thin trail of moisture along her legs. 
Then her mouth fell slack with fearful surprise as the smooth rubbery head 
of the boy's throbbing organ pressed into the crevice between her trembling 
buttocks. 

"Oh!" Linda gasped as she watched a close-up of the huge instrument poised 
at the virginal ring of the girl's tiny, helpless anus. He wasn't really ... 
No one would do that! she wanted to tell herself with assurance, feeling a 
wave of sympathy go out for the pinioned girl who awaited ravishment on the 
screen. But she knew what was going to happen-that the boy was going to do 
it to the girl in her anus! It was horrible, awful, she thought, trying to 
stifle a scream, then realized that she wasn't the only person in the room 
reacting to the lewd beginnings of sodomy on the screen. 

Next to her Jerry's heavy panting pierced the air and she felt his 
uncontrolled fingers tugging at the thin elastic of her dampening panties. 
His eyes were glued to the naked boy and girl on the wall, and his hands 
were following the animal instincts of his aroused passion as they sought 
the moistness of Linda's soft silken pubic mound. She wanted to squeal, to 
make him stop the teasing fingers, but the depravity of his fingering 
her-right there in front of all those people-suddenly flashed from the 
lust-aroused corners of her alcohol-dimmed mind, and she didn't try to 
impede the sensuous probing between her spreading thighs. She could feel 
humiliated later, she told herself, giving in easily to the slowly prodding 
finger as it suddenly slipped under the restraining elastic and into the 
soft furriness that covered her moist cuntal lips. God, it felt so 
wonderful, she cooed to herself and closed her eyes to revel in a rapturous 
swaying dance of desire. 

"Aaaahhhhh," she mewled aloud and Jerry shoved his salaciously probing 
finger over the swelling bud of her clitoris. Before now, he would have 
wanted to lap her ruffled pink wetness with his tongue, but watching the boy 
and girl on the screen had awakened him to a new lust-incited desire. He'd 
like to screw her like that, he thought in the ass-so she would squirm and 
fight against his thrusting prick trying to get away from the pain and 
humiliation he would be ramming into her young helpless body. 

Listening to Linda's quiet whimpering as his finger caressed her wanting 
clitoris, and hearing the moaning ecstasy of the excited couples undulating 
on the floor around him, Jerry imagined himself to be the blonde-haired 
surfer on the screen and he watched wide-eyed as the boy slumped slightly 
forward against her upraised buttocks and slid his hand down the widespread 
crevice to the glistening moisture of her vaginal slit, making her gasp at 
the unexpected shocks of pleasure that rippled through her belly. It seemed 
she wanted him to stop, to take his hand away from her down-covered loins 
before the rumbling passion in her naked body forced her to give in to his 
obscenely swaying penis-but the finger obviously felt so nice, so exciting, 
she wriggled the quivering moons of her buttocks involuntarily back against 
the rubbery hardness of his throbbing cock. 

Then suddenly she gasped at the forbidden erotic sensation that clenched in 
her tiny virginal anus and rocked her whole body with a mounting desire. It 
was wrong, perverted, but the audience could she knew she had to give in to 
her passions. She had to let him fuck her in the ass! 

Howls of victory and gasps of terrified passion whistled through the air as 
the audience watched the girl nod her head, then biting her lip, pushed her 
quivering buttocks back against the large pulsating penis that waited to 
shove its hardness into her hairless clenching anal ring. 

Passion had easily opened the forbidden ring for them, and she wriggled her 
smooth white bottom in a successful effort to nestle the rubbery tip against 
her tiny red orifice. He was there, lodged at the clenching entrance to her 
rectum like a probing finger, and she wanted him to hurry now, to skewer her 
with his massive cock until he split her helpless back passage open! 

Linda watched, hypnotized by the ungodly lewd perversion in front of her. 
They were really going to do it there, in her anus, and Linda knew the girl 
was willing. She wanted him to do it ... but why? It was wrong and so 
strange, yet she, too, could recognize the tremulous ripples of desire that 
coursed through her own flooding vagina as she watched them. Jerry's finger 
was sliding in and out between her open thighs, making her gasp, and she 
thought maybe that-those fascinating daggers of desires in her own excited 
body-was the reason the girl was going to let him do it there, in her 
bottom. 

Jerry, too, knew the reason for the obscene sodomy, but his answer was 
totally different from Linda's. The girl was a horny bitch, he thought 
sadistically, and she was going to get fucked in the ass because of it. She 
was just a slut, like any other cunt, and she deserved ... Goddamn it! Why 
hadn't he screwed Linda the same way? Damn! He would! By God, he'd fuck her 
there too, before the night was over. 

The girl on the screen interrupted his thoughts as she gasped and wriggled 
her buttocks again, brushing the furry softness of her vaginal lips against 
the boy's fingers, rubbing her tight, erect clitoris in a wild frenzy of 
excitement. She could hardly control her trembling, wanting to explode in 
orgasm, yet holding back, wanting to give him the same sensational pleasure 
that she was receiving. But it was going to be hard-he was so big ... She 
felt a spasm of pain, and bit her Hp, anticipating the rough plunge that 
would skewer her backside on his penis. His huge throbbing shaft hadn't 
entered her yet, but her whole body had tensed to await the obscene 
intrusion. 

A scream of exalted orgasm split the profound silence in the room as the 
crowd watched the helpless girl about to be ravaged in her backside. But no 
one paid any attention to the whimperings of a girl in the back of the room 
as she came with a shriek. Instead they watched the boy on the screen 
slipping his long rigid penis along the damp, perspiring crevice of the 
defenseless girl's jiggling buttocks. For a moment he stopped, then poised 
the dangerous weapon at the tiny elastic-rimmed hole and suddenly shoved his 
hips forward, his whole face contorted with pain as the thick rubbery head 
of his prick battered deep into the forbidden little orifice. 

A silent scream seemed to shatter the girl's twisting torso as the long, 
hard penis pushed its way into her warm damp rectum. She shook spastically 
as the terrible pain surged through her belly, bringing tears to her eyes 
and a rasped choking to her throat. It hurt! It hurt so badly she looked 
like she wanted to die, to end her life then and there. But through the 
agonizing pain she still wanted his cock to stay there and grind the tiny 
elastic hole larger until the thick shaft would fit without all the pain. 
The girl obviously had never even had a finger in her anus to make it 
bigger, but now that made no difference. It was too late for anything, 
except to wait for the pain to ease, and the pleasure to return. 

The boy, his throbbing penis lodged an inch into her anus, knelt behind her, 
moving his head back and forth in a fight to stop the dry hurt that had 
nearly shattered his loins. He could feel the pulsating tip of his rigid 
cock resting inside the entrance of her tight, clenching anus and groaned at 
the delicious sensation that was growing in the engorged head-it was like 
having her hand grasping the tip, flexing and squeezing the juices out of 
his cock, and the audience knew he didn't want to stop. Not now, not ever! 

"N-No, Jerry," Linda's whispering plea broke through the darkness. His 
finger had already driver her almost insane, but when he tried to pull her 
moist, wet panties off her trembling buttocks, she had to stop him. "We 
can't, Jerry, no we can't not here in front of everybody!" 

"Baby," he whispered, trying to sound as sincere as he possibly could. "It's 
alright, nobody's gonna see us. There, look at them." 

Linda followed his gaze and glanced at the wildly undulating couples that 
surrounded them on the ballroom floor. Some were fumbling with each other's 
clothing in a desperate attempt to join the sodomy on the screen, while 
others were already stripped, or half-naked and copulating, many of them in 
a lewd painful act of sodomy. She saw the shadowed faces of the people she'd 
met tonight contorted in pain and ecstasy as they screwed in a wild orgy or 
passion. Even the more familiar, Bob, Dolly, Phil, and his girlfriend were 
writhing together on the floor, oblivious to the sexual decadence around 
them. 

"Oh, God, Jerry, let's go," she whispered frantically, afraid that her own 
lust would boil over and she would become one of them, screwing like a 
depraved animal in heat. 

Then, as she started to get up, lighting to remove his insistent hand from 
between her thighs, she spied Tony's curly head buried in the damp softness 
of Shirley's pubic mound while the dark -haired girl panted in an ecstatic 
rhythm of uninhibited desire. 

"No, no!" Linda gasped at the obscene scene and got to her knees, but was 
suddenly pulled back to the floor by Jerry's strong grip. 

"Stop it, Goddamnit!" he hissed and suddenly slapped her face with his wide 
open palm, sending a stinging flood of pain through her cheeks. Before she 
could recover from the terrible shock of his blow, he fell on top of her and 
smothered her mouth with his fiery wet lips, thrusting his hard wet tongue 
deep into her throat. It probed, pushed and curled around in the dark cavern 
of her mouth and she tried to fight his ruthless onslaught, afraid that she 
would give in to his brutal kisses just like the girl on the screen. 

Scratching and trying to push Jerry away, Linda struggled frantically until 
her eyes caught the girl on the screen just as she brought up her thighs, 
lifting her trembling buttocks higher, then arched her back as the boys 
massive phallus shoved another inch forward into her straining rectum. He's 
too big, too big, Linda warned, but knew there was no respite as she 
drunkenly watched the girl pushing her straining white buttocks back against 
his hair-covered groin and the huge throbbing penis that nudged its way 
forward into the tiny hairless red hole. 

The girl's unbearable pain had reached its peak, and though the pulsating 
instrument shoved further forward into the damp confines of her rectum, 
Linda knew there would be no more hurt. It was all over now except for the 
monstrous phallus that sank deeper into, her ravaged bowels, relighting the 
smoldering fires of desire that had forced her to submit to sodomy only a 
few minutes ago. 

The girls' tongue hung loosely from her mouth as she awaited the rise of 
sexual excitement, feeling the boy press his belly against her trembling 
buttocks and slowly, gently, roll his hips back and forth in a lewd 
exhibition of lust. Involuntarily her widespread thighs jerked in response 
and her full-rounded hips began to match his slowly undulating rhythm, at 
the same time easing backwards to draw more of the huge prick into her 
clasping rectum. She could feel it sucking inward, ever inward into the 
ruffled dampness, exciting her with its blood-filled lust and stretching the 
rubbery walls of her bowels to all limits of endurance. 

Then, as the engorged head of his throbbing penis reached as far into the 
forbidden passage as possible, he started to withdraw its scraping length, 
forcing a choked gasp from the girl's dried out throat. It felt as if her 
bowels were being viciously pulled out, but still there was no more pain 
only the exalted ripples of sexual electricity that quivered in her anus, 
her vagina, her breasts, right to the very center of her sexual being. 

Nearly all the way out of her ravaged little hole, he paused and seemed to 
suck at the air, gasping for breath, then shoved his aching penis back into 
the raw dampness of her rectum. Again, he withdrew, and then again he sank 
the long hard shaft into her defenseless hole, gathering speed and momentum 
each time he thrust forward between the clenching cheeks of her ass. She 
squealed with lustful delight, though each time he jerked forward she 
thought she would be split open. The mewles of passion became gasping 
screams from the girl's soundless mouth as she caught his rhythm and began 
ramming her moon-like white backside against his driving pelvis in an 
obscene effort to sink his huge throbbing cock deeper into her straining 
rectum. 

Linda watched transfixed as the lust-crazed girl dropped her head to the 
blanket and buried her face in its deep rich blueness, her buttocks still 
upraised and swaying as the boy thrust again and again into her ravaged 
bottom. Jerry's savage kisses had left Linda's frightened lips and sought 
their way to her breasts, his hands snapping all the buttons from her blouse 
when he ripped it open. 

And by now her sense of time had completely dissipated into a confused mass 
as the alcohol, the wild sodomizing couple, and the perverted orgy of sexual 
abuse echoed around her. She was there, then a second later she was gone, 
flying on a vague cloud of sexual ecstasy somewhere high above the 
California coast. It was all so unreal.... 

Jerry's hungry mouth continued to suck at the tight red nipples of her erect 
breasts, first one, then the other, drawing the passion from her loins to 
the blanket of her sex-flushed skin. While he sucked so viciously at her 
breasts, his hand found their way across the rising swell of her belly to 
her sex-dampened panties and slid them easily down her long slender legs and 
off onto the floor. His thick throbbing cock ached for release and he wanted 
just to get it into her hungry little pussy and fuck her like he always did. 
None of that fucking-in-the-ass stuff now, no time, he thought regretfully 
as he raised her skirt, then fumbled with the cold metal of his zipper. He 
really did love her, but he had to screw her now! All those other people in 
the room were nothing, non-existent, and she couldn't refuse him just 
because of them. No, goddamn it, he had to fuck her now! 

Twenty or more "Now!"'s shrieked from the throats of twenty or more of the 
lust-crazed people wildly screwing in the room as they jerked into premature 
orgasms. Jerry heard them but was holding his penis in his hand, guiding it 
along the shivering flesh of Linda's splayed thighs as he watched the 
obscenely screwing images flashing on the wall above them. 

The boy was thrusting his massive instrument harder and harder into the 
girl's swaying backside, but now his entry was easier, lubricated by unseen 
juices and perspiration. He mouthed soundless grunts of passion as he 
plunged into her tiny clasping anus, its walls stretched and open, sucking 
his throbbing cudgel deep into its dampened cavern. Skewered by the brutal 
shaft she was squirming from side to side, her knees unable to remain still 
as she fought to capture the fantastic moment of orgasm that she sought so 
hungrily. Her legs swung wildly from the knees down on either side of him, 
and her hands grasped the blanket for help as he plunged again and again 
into the depths of her lewdly puckering rectum. 

He was heavy, driving and brutal in his savage thrusting, but she didn't 
want him to stop. The experience was new and exciting to her, just as it was 
to the crowd that watched her and screwed each other on the ballroom floor. 
They could see her helplessness, grown into a crazed lust as the boy was 
impaling her from behind spearing her hairless little anus with his jerking 
cock, crushing into her tiny elastic rectum so that even if she wanted to, 
she couldn't stop until he had spilled his burning sperm deep into her 
bowels. He skewered her where none of the fraternity boys had ever gone 
before ... into the virgin flesh of the young girl's rectum-And she loved 
it, more than anything she'd done before. There was no more hint of pain or 
any desire to escape on her young, sex-flushed face; only the glazed stare 
of lustful abandon as she pushed her swaying hips harder against his driving 
pelvis. She wanted his cock, all of it, and she viciously thrust backwards 
again and again to suck every throbbing inch of the long driving prick 
deeper and deeper into her wildly undulating rectum. 

Thrashing in a wild vortex of spinning colors Linda could see the girl 
suddenly felt the movement, slow and powerful, begin rumbling in her belly, 
and she jerked her white shimmering buttocks spastically in a futile effort 
to hold it back. 

It was growing like a nuclear chain reaction, each tiny sensation triggering 
another, crackling and heaving until she completely lost control and felt 
the aching walls of her vagina give way to the maddening pressure in the 
channel next to it. Her face contorted, and her mouth opened with soundless 
gasps of unbelievable delight as she bucked backwards one more time, then 
twitched her whole body in an uncontrollable spasm, feeling the tide of 
climax crash like an exploding volcano into her flooding vagina. 

"Ooooooh!" Linda wailed beneath the girl's climaxing image as Jerry jerked 
again into her clasping vagina. She'd watched a girl sodomized until she 
came, and now Linda felt he own orgasm growing deep in her belly. She had 
tried to fight him, she really had! But when she watched the intense, 
electric passion of the girl on the screen and heard the moaning climaxes of 
the other people in the room, she had stopped resisting the need that 
quivered so desperately in her own trembling belly. She had heard him 
whisper that he was sorry for slapping her, that he really loved her, and 
she had ceased her prudish denials immediately. 

Now his jerking penis plunged deep into the hot furnace of her fiery channel 
and she could only moan with lascivious pleasure as the smooth wet walls of 
her vagina fluttered and clenched at the driving rod. He loved her, she knew 
he did, and that made it alright. That made everything alright. 

Listening to his haunting heaviness of his breathing, consumed with lust, 
she glanced back at the screen above her to see the boy in the final 
tortures of orgasm, screaming soundlessly, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" It 
was so exciting, so thrilling, to see someone else cumming ... just like 
they had watched Dolly and Bob once before. Now there were more than a 
hundred people cumming, shooting their sperm and arching their naked backs 
to break the torments that had throbbed and coursed through their bodies 
until they could stand it no longer-and Linda could hear all of them. 

"Uh, uh, uh, oooooh!" she moaned as Jerry's battering penis raked the 
clasping walls of her hair-covered pussy, when suddenly the screen above her 
went blank for a second. It was over for the boy and girl, and in a moment 
it would be over for her. 

As she wailed again, this time feeling Jerry's penis jerk spastically, then 
begin spewing his fiery juices into her lust-maddened vagina, another 
full-color movie flashed onto the wall above her head. The same as 
before-two naked bodies, a boy, blond and muscular, a girl, more blonde and 
excitingly sensual-both entangled in a confused mass of arms and legs, 
wildly grasping, clutching, sucking ... the girl was sucking his prick! 

"Oh, oh,!" Linda whimpered as a flood of climactic fluids burst from the 
depths of her clasping vagina. She thrashed her head from side to side as 
the torrent raged through the tender muscles of her belly, trying to keep 
her eye on the screen so she could watch the obscene girl sucking Jerry's 
prick. 

Jerry's prick! 

"Aaarrggghhh!" she shrieked as her climax broke loose, but it wasn't good, 
it wasn't right. Her orgasm was hurting, hurting-and she knew why The girl 
on the screen was sucking Jerry, and the girl ... the girl was Linda 
O'Brien! 

"Oh my God!" she screamed and pushed him off of her with every last bit of 
her exhausted strength. "It's me! It's me!" 

Like a wounded animal she jumped up from the floor holding her hands over 
her burning ears and shrieking again and again: "It's me!" 

Shocked, his head rolling with her screams in his ears, Jerry looked up at 
the screen to see his image writhing with passion as Linda sucked like a 
wild woman at his hardened penis. The son of a bitch! That fucking Rod had 
done it after all; he'd shown the pictures to everyone. Everything's ruined, 
destroyed! Oh Christ! What have I done? Please forgive me, Oh God, what have 
I done? 

"Linda," his pleading voice trembled, and she turned to face him, shaking 
his hand from her arm when he reached for her. 

"You bastard!" hissed like a snake from her quivering mouth. "You bastard, 
you said you loved me, and I believed you. I loved you, you know I did, and 
look what you've done! Oh God, look what you've done...." 

"Baby," he cried, tears starting to roll from his eyes across his cheek, but 
she wouldn't listen. I didn't know about it, I swear, I didn't know." 

A crowd was gathering around them, Tony, Shirley, Bob, Dolly and many more, 
except for those still screwing on the floor and oblivious to the torment of 
the young couple. "Don't take it so hard," one voice said sympathetically. 
"You knew you were being filmed, both of you did," sneered another. "You two 
must have rehearsed that kind of act for weeks," sneered still another. 

"You're awful!" she shrieked, her face streaked with a cascade of salty 
tears. "All of you-you're perverts, crazy, dirty perverts!" 

"Then what the hell are you, cunt!" one disheveled boy croaked and Linda saw 
her only friend, Shirley, standing just behind him, afraid to say anything. 
There was no one to turn to, no one to help her. She knew Shirley couldn't 
say anything without being hurt herself, and that left no one. 

"Let go of me!" she howled at Jerry as he took her arm and started to lead 
her toward the door. "Leave me alone you bastard! You're no better than the 
rest of them!" 

Clutching her opened, torn blouse she ran for the door, brushing and banging 
against the curious spectators who had watched her screaming at her 
boyfriend-ex-boyfriend-the boy she wanted to spend the rest of her life 
with. 

Down the stairs, one flight, then the second and out the front door of the 
large mansion until she crossed the lawn and ran aimlessly through the large 
protective bushes. 

"Linda! Linda!" Jerry's voice called after her through the darkness, but she 
didn't stop, she couldn't stop. She didn't know where to go, or how to get 
there, but she would run forever from the disgrace and humiliation that 
flickered in full color in the third floor ballroom behind her. She'd run 
until she'd die, if she had to! 

 CHAPTER 6 

The flapping sound of her bare feet running on concrete and the punctuated 
wheezes of her own breath were the only noises that Linda heard as she fled 
the degrading humiliation that haunted her innocence from the mansion a few 
blocks away. 

Jerry had followed her unsuccessfully, then returned to the house for his 
car. His glaring headlights had caught a glimpse of her once, but she had 
jumped a small fence, cut through somebody's back yard and run down an alley 
to a new street. Gravel, broken glass and torn concrete had lacerated her 
running feet, but nothing, no pain, no barrier was going to stop her flight 
to freedom. 

She jogged now, flat-footed with short, choppy paces, her feet burning from 
the incessant throbbing-caused by the many cuts and pieces of glass that 
stuck in her tender flesh. Her lungs burning as she pushed herself to the 
breaking point, she looked like a tiny Oriental peasant woman hurrying home 
from the market, late for dinner. Gradually at first, feeling the gnawing 
ache in her side, binding her lungs and stomach, she slowed to a fast walk 
until the knot became too tight and she had to stop altogether. She knew 
there was nowhere for her to go, but for the moment rest became too 
important to ignore, and she leaned against a small stone wall, propping 
herself against its solid strength. 

The side ache lessened and she quickly regained her breath, but her hand 
still clutched at the torn front of her blouse, afraid to be seen, afraid to 
be touched. There was too much fear and confusion in the young girl's mind 
for her to think out a plan of action, so she stood and waited, not knowing 
for what. 

Wandering, searching for an explanation to Jerry's terrible actions, she 
failed to see a pair of dimmed headlights turn the corner until the car was 
directly in front of her. Her eyes jerked up and her heart started its 
stimulated rhythm of fear until she saw the familiar color and lettering on 
the passenger door. 

"Taxi!" she yelled, hoping that the Cinderella cab was vacant. 

Brake lights flared and the cab slowed to a halt, crunched into reverse and 
returned to where she was standing. 

"Kinda late for you to be out," the driver said as he opened the door. "Too 
many crumbs out this time of night. It's not safe for a ... Hey kid, are you 
alright?" 

Linda nodded as she stood in the open door, her torn blouse revealing the 
aftermath of her nightmare in the yellowish light from the taxi's interior. 
Then, almost afraid, the driver reached to help her into the safety of the 
front seat, his concerned questions coming too rapidly for the girl to 
answer. She just wanted to get home and forget everything about the terrible 
movies, the party, the fraternity and especially Jerry Campbell. 

"Where should I take you?" the driver asked. "Do you want to go to a 
hospital or something?" 

She looked into his craggy, Weathered face and started to give him her home 
address, but cut herself short in mid-sentence. She couldn't go home, not 
like this. Her parents would blow their tops, asking what happened, why 
hadn't Jerry brought her home? What had he done to her-too many questions 
for her to handle tonight. 

"Nineteen-ninety-one, East Twenty-seventh," she told the driver hoarsely. It 
was the only place she knew, Shirley's house. Shirley wouldn't be home yet, 
but her father might, and the way that Shirley always talked about him, 
Linda knew that he would try to help her. 

* * * 

"He's really a swinger," Linda remembered Shirley's description of her 
father as she watched him close the front door and turn to face her. He had 
paid the cab driver without asking her why, and helped her walk to the house 
in silence. 

"You're really a mess, Linda. What happened for Christ's sake?" he asked. 

"I-I don't know where to begin, really," she told him hesitantly 
"Everything's all mixed up." 

"Tell you what, honey. You go upstairs and take a quick shower-you can put 
on one of Shirley's robes when you're done-then come back down here and I'll 
have something hot and relaxing for you to drink. After that, well talk. Now 
run along." 

Linda was speechless and could do nothing but nod and climb the stairs as he 
suggested. Her feet ached, her legs ached but most of all her heart ached in 
self-pity as she tried to sort out the scattered details of her awful 
nightmare so that she could tell Mr. Thompson exactly what had happened to 
her. 

"Mr. Thompson," she began half an hour later. "It's really unpleasant, but I 
need to tell someone, and I guess you ought to know as much as anyone." 

"Call me Ed, honey," he said, and after she nodded agreement, continued. 
"Now why should I know more than anyone else?" 

Slowly Linda repeated the speech she had thought out while taking a shower. 
He listened as she told him about how she had loved Jerry, about how she had 
lost her virginity, and finally about Rod and the filming. It was a total 
confession, meant to purge her conscience of the terrible guilts and fears 
that had plagued her since she ran from the fraternity party, and she hoped 
he would understand. 

Linda finally finished and carefully studied his face as he stood by the 
fireplace holding a snifter of brandy in his right hand. He was young, only 
thirty-eight, and his face held the faint lines that told a story of a life 
full of rigorous activity. His features were rugged, but handsome in their 
sharpness and Linda remembered wishing that her , father looked like Mr. 
Thomp ... Ed. His hair was as black as Shirley's and his deep set eyes 
always seemed to gleam with some sort of mischief. 

But tonight they weren't gleaming. Instead, they were staring intensely into 
his brandy, pondering the unbelievable tale that she had just told him. 

"Poor kid," he whispered. "I had no idea he would go this far." 

"I don't understand. Who would go this far?" she asked uncertainly. 

"Well, I suppose I owe you an explanation for that," he said, crossing the 
room and sitting on the couch next to her. "I'm aware of Rod's 
idiosyncrasies better than anyone, I suppose. We both know he's young and 
adventurous and a number of other things, but what you don't know, or didn't 
know until tonight, is that he's wrapped up in a pretty heavy sex hang-up." 

Linda listened silently, feeling a sudden compassion for this man and what 
she thought was a heart-rending confession. 

"He's been like this for years, starting with dirty pictures, playing with 
little girls in the basement, then after he got older I caught him 
experimenting with one of my former housekeepers and had to fire her. 

"From then on he got worse, propositioning any girl he took out-I used to 
get three or fours calls a week from irate fathers-Forcing his attentions on 
our houseguests whenever we had any was an other favorite trick. Finally he 
was arrested for molesting a nine-year-old girl, and after I paid his way 
out of that, I thought he had been sticking pretty close to a straight path. 
But I guess I was wrong. You showed me that." 

Linda could find no words of solace for her friend's father, but as she 
listened to him, she heard no mention of Shirley, though she knew he must 
have guessed that she was at the party too. Maybe he was just too concerned 
about Rod to remember that his daughter had gone to the fraternity party 
with Tony. 

"Here, let me pour you another drink," he offered, picking up the decanter 
and watching the dark brandy bubble into her glass. "You know, it's a funny 
thing about kids today. They're so damn smart, and have such tremendous 
advantages, advantages that my generation never had. Yet all they're out for 
is kicks, whether it's drugs, stealing or sex, anything they try is strictly 
for the excitement. Their values seem to have disappeared almost 
completely." 

"But not everyone's like that," she said, trying to defend herself. "I mean, 
some of us just get mixed up, that's all. I don't know how I got into the 
mess that I'm in, but I wasn't looking for kicks. I really wasn't." 

"No, Shirley, er, Linda, I don't imagine you were," he said, glancing down 
at his glass. "I almost called you Shirley. That's funny I guess, because 
you're a lot like her, young, confused, eager to love, in fact you're both 
built about the same, too." 

Linda shuffled nervously and sipped the remainder of her drink. She felt 
suddenly slightly uncomfortable when he mentioned Shirley. It wasn't what he 
said, as much as it was how he said it; his tone of voice or the look in his 
eyes. The reason escaped her, but she was still uncomfortable and reached to 
pull her robe more tightly shut. 

"Yes, my girl's a real little woman," he smiled, pouring more brandy into 
her glass. Though her exhausting escape had worn off the terrible effect of 
all those vodka gimlets she drank at the party, she was beginning to feel 
dizzy and this was only the beginning of her third glass of brandy! "She's 
full of hang-ups too, though not like Rod. At least she gets her kicks at 
home." 

"What do you mean," Linda asked in an effort to follow his conversation and 
stay awake. The dizziness was fogging her senses and she wasn't at all sure 
that she knew what he was talking about. 

"Oh, nothing really," he said with a strange smile and slid a few inches 
closer to her on the couch. "I let her drink at home, I guess you could call 
that kicks. Sometimes she even gets a little loaded and takes off her robe 
when she's drinking here in the library with me." 

How strange, Linda thought and drained the brandy snifter with a single 
gulp, but before she could set the glass down, or protest, he poured it half 
full again, his hand shaking as the dark liquor tumbled into the delicate 
crystal goblet. 

"Every man should have a daughter like her," he mused, and Linda could see 
that he was getting drunk. "Yeah, there isn't a father in the world who 
wouldn't envy me if he could see her parading around this room naked, her 
hips swaying and those magnificently shaped breasts of hers ... Mmmm, really 
nice." 

"Oh, Mr. Thompson," she whispered, afraid they might be overheard. "You 
shouldn't talk like that about your own daughter." 

"Ed, honey. Call me Ed." 

"Oh yes, Ed. Still though, you shouldn't talk like that about Shirley," she 
slurred. "It isn't right, I mean, it sounds like ... like incest!" 

"Am I embarrassing you," he asked, his eyes staring directly into hers. "I 
hope you aren't frightened when I tell you about Shirley. She's a lot like 
you, young and beautiful, and I don't think she'd be afraid if she were 
sitting here in that robe." 

Linda felt more uncomfortable than ever now. She wasn't Shirley, she wasn't 
drunk, and she would never take off her robe with him in the room. He was a 
rugged man, probably desirable to all the women he dated, but he was her 
girlfriend's father and old enough to be her own father. He just shouldn't 
talk like that. 

"I think you're getting a little drunk too," he smiled. "So am I." 

"I'm not drunk, Mr....Ed. It's just the way you're talking about Shirley. 
It-it makes me feel kinda funny." 

"That shouldn't bother you," he said, resting his hand on her shoulder. 
"Shirley took her mother's place when Mrs. Thompson died. She does all the 
cooking when the housekeeper isn't here, and takes care of Rod and me just 
like a wife. I don't see anything wrong with the way I talk about her. She 
acts like a woman and I treat her like one, it's as simple as that. In fact, 
she even calls me her secret lover." 

Linda suddenly gasped and drew one hand over her mouth to hide her surprise. 
Secret lover! Shirley had told her about her secret lover, a man, a real man 
who did it to her all the time. No it couldn't be her father! No one would 
ever want to do it with her own father! 

"What's the matter?" he asked, cocking his head to one side, then quietly 
added: "So she told you, did she. I warned her to never tell anyone-What did 
she say?" 

"Please, Mr. Thompson, you're hurting me," she whimpered and tried to escape 
hTs heavy hand gripping her shoulder. "She didn't tell me anything, really. 
All she ever said was that she had a secret lover. She never said who it 
was, I swear!" 

"Yeah, but you know now, don't you?" he whispered while one hand tugged at 
the shoulder of her robe and his other hand fumbled with the loosely tied 
belt. "I suppose, though, that it doesn't matter really. You know that I 
screw my daughter, and you've probably guessed by now that I want to screw 
you, too." 

"No, no," she whimpered, trying desperately to stop his hands from pulling 
her robe off, but inch by inch the cloth was coming away, exposing her naked 
flesh to the sexually aroused eyes of her girlfriend's father. "Please stop. 
Please!" 

His hands were winning easily, and in a moment he jerked the front of the 
robe off the struggling girl and threw it on the floor. Searching, admiring, 
his eyes roamed over her naked young body as he devoured her 
seventeen-year-old beauty. Her breasts were full and firm, their nipples 
tightening and rising with fear and the cool rush of air that covered them 
as she trembled on the couch next to him. He could see them jiggle and his 
eyes lowered from their succulent roundness over the gentle swell of her 
belly to the soft triangle of pubic hairs between her thighs. 

"You're just like Shirley," he whispered through his open, panting lips. 
"Except that you're a blonde, a real blonde. Her pussy's covered with black 
hair, soft and curly, but your pussy's blonde like corn silk, clean and 
fresh with moisture ... " 

"Please don't. Please!" she wailed as his obscene words pounded at her ears, 
but he paid no attention to her desperate pleas. Instead, he ran his hands 
quickly over her exposed nakedness to the pointing tips of her firm young 
breasts, stroking and pinching while she squirmed against the couch to 
escape his teasing fingers. Her whimpering urged him to squeeze and knead 
the plain white flesh harder, and with a sadistic grin he pinched them to 
hardness until she screamed with pain. 

"Oowww!" she wailed at the jagged shocks of pain that burned at the tips of 
her taut pink nipples. He can't do this! He's Shirley's father! But as she 
struggled her fears told her that she would lose her futile battle, and she 
felt his hot lips suddenly burn into the tender flesh of her jiggling 
breasts as he enveloped them with his mouth and began to suck voraciously at 
the hardened tips. His moist tongue twirled around the pointed tips and 
saliva rolled out of the corners of his mouth, dropping onto her heaving 
belly. It was awful, awful! Yet the girl couldn't ignore the rapidly growing 
tingles of erotic sensation that were trembling in her succulent breasts and 
quivering thighs. They were the same ripples of aroused desire that she had 
always felt with Jerry, but now she was about to be raped by her 
girlfriend's father and she wanted to fight her uncontrollable desires. It 
was wrong, not like love at all. It was just sex, perverted and unwanted, 
but no matter what her brandy-clouded mind told her, she could not refuse to 
recognize the smoldering embers of passion that slowly grew in response to 
his obscene sucking. 

"You taste just like Shirley," he mumbled as he lifted his black curly head 
from her breasts. "She's pot tits just like yours, full and firm, easy to 
suck. I'll bet she'd love to be here now so I could suck both of you." 

He seemed to be riding on a drunken euphoria of rising passion, totally 
unaware of what he was doing to the helpless young girl that he had pinioned 
on his couch. 

His mind was saturated with a drunken desire to spread the naked girl wide 
across the cushions and sink the rigid throbbing hardness of his penis into 
her almost innocent vagina. She wasn't just any girl: she was his daughter's 
best friend, and that perverted fact made her even more exciting to his 
mounting desire. 

"Don't be frightened," he whispered as she moaned a terrified gasp. "I don't 
want to hurt you. I just want to fuck you, and I know that won't hurt your 
little pussy, not after what you've told me tonight. You're no virgin, even 
if you are only seventeen, and we both know that you're going to enjoy this 
as much as I am." 

Shaking her head in a frenzied denial of his awful words, she suddenly felt 
herself moving and opened her eyes to see him pulling her down onto the 
heated softness of the couch. He tugged her gently until she lay stretched 
out below him, then he leaned back and placed his strong masculine hands on 
her quivering thighs, running them slowly to the sensual crest of her hips. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," came a throaty growl from his throat as he salaciously toyed 
there for a teasing moment, then slid his hand over the pliant smoothness of 
her lower abdomen to the blonde triangle of silken pubic hairs that curled 
lightly over the quivering lips of her moist pink vagina. Slowly his 
tormenting fingers sought the warm dampness between her nether lips, and 
then wriggled into the slippery crevice and sighed with a long, exhilarating 
gasp as he felt the tender flesh give way to his excited touch. 

"Nooo!" she gasped suddenly as a wave of erotic electrifying sensation 
crashed through her loins, and she frantically jerked her legs up, hitting 
him in the chest and almost knocking him off the couch. A wild painful grunt 
snorted from his surprised mouth and he fell roughly on top of her 
struggling naked body, pinioning her arms to the sofa while he brutally 
rammed one knee between her thrashing thighs and held her completely still. 

"Little bitch!" he panted. "Who the hell do you think you're kidding? You're 
a girl with a woman's body and I'm going to teach you what a woman's body is 
for: fucking! That's all, just fucking. You and I both know it, so stop 
trying to fight me!" 

Linda shuddered and rolled her head from side to side in a futile effort to 
drown out the shattering truth of his words. More and more she was beginning 
to realize that the only thing men ever wanted from her or any other girl 
was sex. Nothing more, just sex! What's happened to love and feelings and 
me, she cried to herself in a frustrated prayer that wanted an answer so 
desperately. But the only answer she heard was his voice gravely threatening 
her. 

"Now if you make one more sound, or try any more of your cheap tricks to get 
out of here, I'm going to knock the shit out of your pretty little face! Do 
you understand!" 

"Yes, yes," she gasped helplessly. "Please don't hurt me anymore. I'll be 
good. I'll do whatever you say." 

"Good," he said perfunctorily and released his painful grip from her 
defenseless body. 

Her hands immediately went to the pain on each of her arms and she rubbed at 
the throbbing hurt as she watched him standing beside the couch. He was 
rocking back and forth, barely able to stand because of the large quantity 
of brandy that rolled around in the dazed drunkenness of his head. Fighting 
for balance, he tugged the turtle neck sweater off over his head, then 
fumbled wit his belt, unbuckling it with a jerking motion and quickly 
unzipping his trousers. Linda gasped as she stared at the throbbing bulge in 
his shorts, and her eyes opened as large as quarters when he pulled his 
shorts down his muscular legs, freeing his pulsing instrument from its 
restraining clothing. 

God, it was big-too big for her! she moaned in her mind as her gaze remained 
glued to the swaying penis that jutted out from his hair-covered groin. It 
was so long, longer than Jerry's or any of the boys' organs that she had 
seen at the party, and thick, as thick as her wrist! He was coming closer 
and she wriggled involuntarily away from him as the huge erect organ jerked 
in the air, its flesh colored base growing out to the engorged purplish 
head. She could see its blood-filled veins pulsing from the rapid thumping 
of his heart in a threatening display of its living, aching power. She 
wanted to ran, to flee the impending danger of his fearful penis, but the 
memory of his warning reminded her that there would be no escape. 

A gasp of impatience chortled from his throat as he kneeled on the couch and 
grabbed both of her slender ankles, pulling her ivory thighs straight and 
spreading them apart. 

His grip was brutal and it hurt, but she stifled a plea for mercy and 
cringed as he climbed onto the couch and began settling his long nakedness 
between her trembling legs. He slithered down on top of her, rubbing the 
turgid flesh of his swaying penis against her tender naked flesh, spreading 
a wet string of seminal fluid along her thighs as he moved. He was ready 
now, ready to fuck this hot little teen age girl just like he fucked her 
girlfriend, his daughter! He loved the power and command that he held over 
young girls as they cowered below him in their terrified nakedness, afraid 
of his gigantic cock and the brutal fucking he would give them. Linda and 
his daughter weren't the only girls he had overpowered. And they certainly 
wouldn't be the last, he thought with an obscene grin as he devoured the 
girl's helpless trembling body beneath him. 

Her breasts jutted straight up, full and round, their tips swollen with fear 
and the excited anticipation of rape, and then he fell on them, crushing 
their fullness with his falling weight. 

"No, please," she moaned but knew it was no use. His hands were roving over 
her frightened flesh, finding tender spots to pinch and pull while he sought 
the glowing flower of her vaginal lips. She wanted to stop his relentless 
pursuit of her young moist vagina and squeezed her thighs together in a 
futile effort to close him out, but it was hopeless. He had her squirming 
body pinioned so tightly against the warmth of the couch that she could do 
nothing to resist but think, and her mind was loosing its battle to ward off 
the pending rape by his thick rigid penis as he searched for her quivering 
hair-covered cuntal lips that would soon open to his insistent passion. 

She cringed and bucked her hips upward to escape his brutally searching 
fingers, but he had already found her soft, silken curl of pubic hairs and 
slid his nails through the downy fur into her quivering pink crevice, 
teasingly rubbing at the wetness that welcomed him. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she mewled at the tortuous twitches of perverted erotica that 
rained through her helplessly open legs. 

He grinned and rubbed more frantically over the swollen bud of her aching 
clitoris until, with one driving thrust, he sank his middle finger past the 
open lips of her hair-lined pussy and plunged it into the smooth, wet 
channel of her vagina. 

"Aaagghhh!" she wailed painfully, but he kept thrusting, pushing his finger 
deeper into her tortured passage as it involuntarily clamped its wet aching 
walls around the finger, sucking it further into the deep well of her 
mounting desire. He ground it around, then slipped a second finger alongside 
the first and heard her squeal as the agonizing instruments wormed back and 
forth in her ravished cunt. There seemed to be no respite, no let-up in the 
growing sensuous pressure that built in her quivering belly, pleading to be 
released. 

His body was engulfed with a lustful raging fire of passion as he looked 
down on her helplessly squirming hips and he could think of nothing but 
driving his huge aching cock into the clasping wetness of her cunt. He 
wanted to thrust, plunge, and ram his huge organ into her young, defenseless 
vagina until he spilled the seeds of his lust into the deepest confines of 
her trembling hair-lined hole. 

With a moist, lewd sucking sound he pulled his two ravaging fingers from the 
hot wetness of her vagina and reached for the fiery hardness of his penis, 
at the same time failing roughly on top of her and sliding the engorged 
throbbing prick toward the pink open lips of the quivering passage between 
her widespread legs. 

He leaned over her, poised his hips for the first brutal assault, then 
slammed his weight downward, plunging his thick massive cock into the 
quivering, hair-lined lips of her cunt. Linda screamed as a surge of ripping 
pain seared through the depths of her belly, and she vainly fought the 
plunging thrusts of the driving prick between her thrashing legs. He was 
pushing, ramming his straining weapon into her aching wet channel like a 
battering ram, seeming to rip at the quivering pink lips as he slipped past 
them into the clasping depths of her defenseless ravaged, pussy. She groaned 
at the tremendous savage thrusting, trying to move her hips frantically away 
from his intruding weapon, but the lust-maddened rapist increased his 
obscene pressure as he felt her squirm helplessly beneath him. Faster, 
harder, he drove the crushing weight of his throbbing cock deep into her 
heaving belly. 

His savage thrusting had knocked the wind out of her and she tried vainly to 
gasp for breath, but no sound could be heard in the room except the obscene 
clapping of their sweating nakedness as their bodies slapped together in a 
pounding rhythm of crazed lust. Shirley's father slowed his bludgeoning 
piston until he now crouched over the helplessly moving Linda, motionless 
with his swollen, pulsating penis buried deep inside her damp clasping 
passage. His face was buried between the two upraised mounds of her 
succulent breasts and he began to suck one, then the other in an obscene 
display of wanton passion, licking, sucking and pulling at her taut jiggling 
breasts until waves of unwanted erotic desire began to flame through her 
helplessly skewered flesh. 

Linda squirmed and threw her hips upward, trying to buck his lust-maddened 
penis out of her ravaged, hair-covered orifice, but her thrashing only 
excited him more. 

"Now you've got it ... buck ... wiggle your ass! Oh yeah, faster, 
faster...." he panted through his heaving breaths as he felt her thrashing 
hips pulling and bending his long, rigid penis. He began to meet her rhythm, 
unable to hold himself back any longer as he fucked wildly into the soft 
confines of her wet, open vagina. His fingers raked her softness of her 
clinching buttocks, squeezing the jerking white flesh as the girl bucked 
helplessly beneath him. He knew her moral resistance was falling away 
rapidly as he battered the deep hidden knot of her cervix with his ramming 
cock's blood-filled head. 

Shirley's father had conquered one more helpless young girl, and the exalted 
feeling of power surged through his thrusting loins and he began to plunge 
harder and more frantically into the open, clasping pinkness of her 
defenseless vagina. 

"Aaaahhhhhh!" Linda wailed and contorted her face with the last ounce of her 
resistance. Her wide-stretched vagina was flaming with a raging fire of 
unwanted lust as his massive penis drove mercilessly into her clenching 
depths like a huge drill searching for the juices of her passion. She tried 
to struggle away from the tormenting organ but every frantic movement of her 
young body caused another multitude of lusting sparks to quiver through her 
splayed thighs and incited her girlfriend's father to greater heights of 
abandoned sexual ecstasy. 

She felt him reach beneath her thrashing buttocks and grab the two white 
shimmering orbs with both hands and pull her fitfully upward to meet his 
slamming hips. 

The sofa creaked and strained as he pummeled her helpless channel with his 
massive penis, filling her smooth wet passage with its turgid thickness. She 
could hear her tormenter's bone-shaking moans shattering her ears, and felt 
for a moment that his brutal, raping prick was going to split her open and 
destroy the only treasure that she owned, her sacred, moist, sexual well. 
But the huge cudgel seemed to drive its rubbery head almost all the way to 
her throat as she groaned beneath his crushing weight. Half-conscious 
through her disjointed perception she tried to think of Jerry, of love, of 
something that would hold her back from the terrifying brink of insanity, 
but nothing came to help her tortured thoughts-only the choking gasps of 
breath that punctuated the stillness in her mind. 

"Uuuuuggghhhh!" she groaned, knowing that she had been defeated by the 
driving weapon that pounded between her widespread thighs. While he buffeted 
against her hair-covered pussy, slamming his throbbing cock into her 
defenseless cunt, there seemed to be nothing left on earth but the terrible 
pounding in the depths of her shaking belly. 

"Aaaagghhhhhh!" he suddenly wailed at the tremendous pressure that ached in 
his balls, and with one hip-locking stab he thrust his jerking cock 
completely into her ravaged vagina, spreading the glistening lips with its 
broad pulsing hilt. 

Now! 

His buttocks clenched uncontrollably as the flood burst from his swollen 
testicles and erupted into a torrent of molten white sperm spewing into the 
ravaged confines of her tortured channel. He jerked again and again as his 
whole body twitched, filling her fiery passage with his spewing juices 
until, with one last rasping groan he shot the last jet of his seed between 
her wide stretched cuntal lips and collapsed on top of her trembling 
nakedness. 

Linda bit her lip to fight the burning ache of passion fluttering in her 
vagina. She could feel the smooth wet walls clasping around his rapidly 
deflating penis in an involuntarily effort to keep it hard, and fought the 
lewd desire that burned in her loins. Her body wanted its climax, but her 
mind fought and held control over her excited senses and forced the tremors 
to slowly subside. 

Then, suddenly, as she listened to his heavy breathing on top of her she 
heard Shirley's sensuous voice break her concentration with a delighted 
squeal. 

"Daddy! That was wonderful!" 

 CHAPTER 7 

Every light in the room glared with the undeniable truth that Shirley had 
spoken and was standing in the open doorway, her hands seductively on her 
hips. Linda's gaze was frozen on her girlfriend while she squirmed 
helplessly beneath Shirley's unconscious father in a frantic effort to push 
his naked body from between her wide splayed thighs. 

"It's no use," Shirley sneered with a mocking grin. "You can't force him to 
get off, and I'm really surprised that you're even trying. A minute ago you 
were turned on like you were screwing Jerry in the movies again, so I don't 
think that you realty wanted to stop, do you?" 

"Shirley!" Linda pleaded as she finally wriggled her hips away from Ed 
Thompson and heard his penis slip out of her ravaged passage with a lewd, 
wet sucking sound. "You don't understand, you don't understand! He raped me! 
After the party I ran and ran until I found a cab; then I came here. He's 
your father, Shirley, and I thought he would try to understand the awful 
things that happened to me tonight, but he just got drunker and drunker and 
then he raped me!" 

"Why, Daddy! You nasty old man," she laughed. "Did you rape this poor 
innocent little girl?" 

"Huh ... oh, hi, baby," Ed Thompson murmured, slowly regaining 
consciousness, and lifting himself off the sofa. He stood for a moment, 
shaking his head, then reached down and gently massaged his deflated red 
penis. "Yeah, I guess you could call it rape, though she really got turned 
on toward the end." 

"You're telling me," Rod said, suddenly coming into the room with four fresh 
drinks in his hands. "The way she was screwing and blowing Jerry in that 
film tonight, she's probably the closest thing I've known to a 
nymphomaniac-except for Sis, of course." 

"Oh, Rod," Shirley turned to him showing the irritation in her face. "I'm 
not a nympho, dammit. I'm just a healthy teenager who likes men." 

"I think you like them a little too much," he teased. 

"Now stop it," Ed Thompson warned. "If you two keep arguing I'm going to 
have to spank both of you." 

"Oh, Daddy, promise?!" Shirley squealed. 

"Oh God!" Linda's voice screamed at them. "You're awful! You're crazy, all 
of you! What kind of family are you-standing in the living room and talking 
like a bunch of perverts. Don't you have any feelings?" 

"Yeah, baby," Rod crooned and rubbed the front of his trousers. "Right here 
in my pants." 

"Knock it off, Rod," his father said quietly as he buttoned his shirt. 
"We're civilized people, and I won't have you making an obscene spectacle of 
yourself in front of a guest." 

"I don't believe it," Linda whispered from the couch and tried to cover her 
nakedness with a pillow. Her weakness was apparent as she struggled to keep 
her knees from buckling, though her voice was rising. "How can you say 
you're civilized when you just raped me! You act like nothing has 
happened-like this was all part of a normal family evening at home!" 

"You're not far from wrong," Shirley told her and took a sip from her drink. 
"Something like this happens almost once a week, and when we're here alone 
the talk isn't much different. Daddy's always bringing some girl into the 
house, though they're usually about fifteen, and Rod and I always catch him. 
Sometimes I think you plan it that way, Daddy." 

"Maybe," he said with a sly grin. "It's always more fun when you come home 
and catch me with some naked little mouse squirming around underneath me. It 
gives us something to talk about when we go to bed." 

"Oh my God," Linda whispered, backing away from them and reaching for the 
robe as she retreated. 

"Leave the robe alone," Ed ordered, and her hand immediately drew away from 
it to cover the rosy tips of her exposed breasts. "I don't think you're 
finished for tonight, Linda. Right, Rod?" 

"Sure, Dad," he said from beside the white fireplace. "She's a girl with a 
lot of potential, and I ought to sample her wares before I decide to manage 
her career. Hell, at a hundred bucks a trick she could make me a millionaire 
before she falls apart in a few years, but I've got to be sure she's got a 
lot of endurance." 

"That's not a bad idea son," his father answered. "You should always inspect 
every business deal thoroughly before investing your time and money." 

Linda listened to their obscene laughter with her bright blue eyes wide open 
and filled with fear. Here was a man, a father, talking to his son and 
daughter like they were a couple of barroom tramps-two pimps and a whore 
discussing business after a nightcap. They were crazy, all of them! 

"Y-You told me that Rod had a sex problem," she said directly to the father. 
"But his problem is nothing compared with yours. You're depraved and 
perverted-it's no wonder that Rod gets arrested for molesting little 
girls-You're the one to blame. It's all your fault!" 

"Oh, I can't really call it depraved or perverted," he answered her and 
emptied his drink. "It's like I said, we all have our little idiosyncrasies, 
and mine just kind of runs in the family. Hell, their mother was the same 
way." 

"Dad, you old bastard," Linda heard Rod interrupt while she stared in 
disbelief at his father. "Did you tell her that I was arrested for screwing 
that child? Boy, that's a pretty rotten thing to say about your son, 
especially when you were the one who was locked up for molesting her." 

"Don't look so terrified," Shirley said to Linda's shaking face. "Daddy just 
likes little girls, that's all. It's just the same as my liking to screw 
older men, except for Tony and Jerry, of course." 

"Jerry?" she gasped, not wanting to believe that he had become a part of 
their perverted cult. He'd made a complete fool of her, but he couldn't be 
so rotten as to have taken part in any of their midnight romps. No matter 
what he had done, he was still a boy-a boy she had loved well enough to know 
a little about-He might get himself trapped into a lot of things he didn't 
like, but he'd never do anything with Shirley and her family. 

"I don't believe you," Linda said defensively, knowing that he was her last 
hold on the tiny spark of hope that could keep her sane. 

"Jeesuz! Where do you think he was getting screwed when you were pulling 
that virginity crap on him? Maybe he didn't know anything about us," Shirley 
snorted, pointing to her father and brother. "But he knew enough about me to 
be able to come over every night after he dropped you at home. That's the 
only way he got laid, and you should be thankful it wasn't with some whore 
across the tracks. Otherwise you could have a good case of gonorrhea of the 
tongue." 

Linda shuddered for a moment, her mind reeling in a tormented vortex of 
confusion until everything started to turn white, then suddenly black and 
she fell in a heap on the floor, unconscious. 

"Hey, I didn't know that, Sis," Rod said lightly. "I thought old Jer was 
gettin' it from her all the time." 

"Alright, enough's enough," their father interrupted. "Can't you see she's 
passed out? Pick her up and take care of her Rod. I've had enough for 
tonight." 

"Daddy," Shirley asked plaintively. "Can I stay and watch them?" 

"No, sugar. You and I are going upstairs and take a bath." 

* * * 

"... to take a bath," filtered through Linda's brain as she began to recover 
from her faint. Nothing seemed real to her half-conscious senses and she 
felt herself rising from the floor and floating across the room. Maybe I'm 
dead, she thought groggily. This is what she wanted death to be, floating on 
the air toward an unknowable heaven, free from the terrors of life-Jerry's 
treason, the horrid films, Ed Thompson, his daughter, and finally free from 
Rod. 

Rod! 

His vague image pierced her eyes as she opened them and suddenly realized 
that he was carrying her across the room, his hands kneading her firm naked 
flesh as he walked. She wasn't dead! And there would be no heaven; only the 
hell that pretended to be her life. She had nothing to live for-no 
boyfriend, no happiness, and certainly no love. 

Shirley had once told her that she didn't believe in love, not really, and 
now Linda was beginning to understand what she had meant. Sex had replaced 
love in the twentieth century, becoming what seemed like the only thing that 
men ever thought of, and judging from Shirley, Dolly, and the many other 
girls at the party, the only thing they ever thought of too. What ever 
happened to the sacred, responsible notions of romantic love that had formed 
the matrix for Western civilization! Had they disappeared completely, or had 
love always been a myth, disguising the true motivations of men and poets 
alike? 

Linda's groggy thoughts rambled aimlessly as she held her eyes tightly shut, 
afraid to look again at Rod's lewdly grinning face. He had carried her 
across the hall to a downstairs bedroom and slowly lowered her to the 
softness of a satin covered bed. Standing back he could see her graceful 
curves folding into the huge mattress, her dark tan contrasting sharply with 
the satin spread's whiteness. Her trim little ankles were crossed daintily 
and her slender legs were resting lightly together all the way up to the 
downy blonde triangle of pubic hair that nestled between her supple young 
thighs. From there his eyes traveled slowly over the gentle swell of her 
belly to her rising breasts, and he quickly began undressing, feeling the 
hot blood race through his loins and fill his swelling penis. 

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned while he stripped and he watched for her eyes to open, 
though it didn't really matter if she were awake or not. Linda had said his 
father was a pervert, but Rod knew that Ed Thompson could never match his 
son's cruelty and uncontrollable passion for female flesh. He'd screw her if 
she was out cold, he thought. And make her suck him off if she woke up. It 
didn't make any difference which way he fucked her as long as he could cum 
in one of her body's defenseless openings. 

"So you decided to wake up," he slurred as he looked down at her slowly 
opening eyes, knowing that his decision had been made now that she was awake 
and able to use her mouth to release the throbbing ache that pulsed in his 
groin. 

He started to crawl onto the large bed and Linda could see his huge phallus 
jerking with a rapidly mounting desire as it swayed back and forth, 
obscenely illuminated by the dim half-light that shimmered from outside the 
partially open door. He was just like his father, a pervert, and she didn't 
want to let him tough her naked body. It's a temple, a sacred temple, and no 
man has the right to enter her sanctified warmth without her permission. 

But Rod didn't think that any woman's body was a temple and grabbed her 
ankle when she tried to scramble off the bed. She was just a cunt, like any 
other, and he'd use her for his depraved pleasures until his aching lust was 
completely satiated. 

"Come 'ere, goddamnit!" he growled and pulled her roughly back to the center 
of the sacrificial bed, his brutal grip tearing into the tender flesh of her 
long slender leg. Her painful squeal had sparked another shock of 
lust-filled electricity to coarse through his flexing thighs, and as his 
thick rigid penis twitched with a lewd response to the rising tingling, he 
grabbed her other leg and spread her trembling limbs apart, exposing the 
glistening moisture of her warm, protective cuntal lips. 

But even though she was almost limp, completely under his power, he wasn't 
satisfied. He wanted her to fold her mouth around his rock-hard penis and 
suck him in total submission to his perverted masculine strength. He wanted 
to hear her whimper and scream with terror before she gave in to his 
depraved demands; then plead with him to fuck her just like he'd seen Jerry 
fuck her in the obscene film a few short hours ago. 

Spurred by his lewd imagination, his hands quickly groped along her coppery 
thighs to the bright white border where her bikini bottoms had once covered 
her hips from the sun. The sight of her soft nakedness quivering under his 
power stoked the already glowing fires of his passion and he hungrily 
dropped his head to the downy softness of her pubic triangle. His tongue 
eagerly sought the hair-covered source of her pungent sexual odor and slid 
through the trembling pinkness of her cuntal lips to begin licking the warm 
moisture of the glistening slit. Back and forth, twirling in excited tiny 
circles over the rising bud of her clitoris, his tongue lapped at the 
defenseless crevice, forcing the blood to rush from her wildly beating heart 
and fill the swelling pink lips with a bright sexual flush. 

Linda cringed, terrified by the lascivious sensations that rippled through 
her ravaged young body. She could hear her heart thumping and the obscene 
sucking sounds that filtered up from between her helpless, widespread 
thighs, and she wanted to scream for him to stop-now! before the mounting 
ripples of sexual desire would take her body's precious control from her 
mind and transfer it to his lashing tongue. She knew, though, that there was 
no escape from his perverted licking and the unknowable demands that would 
follow. He was just like his father and sister, obsessed with sex and too 
selfish in their depraved desires to think of anyone but themselves. There 
was no way to avoid the hell that awaited her, and all she could do was hope 
that somehow she wouldn't succumb to the hidden passions of her own body and 
fall into the mire of degradation that had sucked the whole Thompson family 
into depravity. 

But as she thought about her horrid entanglement, her lips parted with an 
unexpected mewling, soft and cat-like-an unwilling response to the obscenely 
sucking tongue that slithered between the hair-lined lips of her pulsing 
vagina. Rod heard her low, almost submissive moan and hardened the wet tip 
of his searching tongue, rolled one small circle around the trembling 
entrance to her forbidden channel, and then plunged its whole eager length 
into the tight moist passage. 

"Ooooohhh," she whimpered involuntarily to the tongue's lascivious intrusion 
and felt the rippling tides of sexual arousal break from their hidden cells 
and coarse through the damp darkness of her quivering vagina. She whimpered 
again as the slippery invader slithered in and out of her now clasping pussy 
in a teasing salacious dance of perverted stimulation; then gasped as it 
rolled in tight little circles around the inner walls of her aroused 
entranceway, forcing her to involuntarily relax the tightly clenched muscle 
and open her defenseless orifice to his depraved licking. 

She was starting to really turn on now, he thought through his sex-crazed 
sucking, then sadistically snaked the tongue one more time into the 
forbidden wet hole and suddenly jerked his head away from the soft fur that 
covered her helplessly aroused pussy. 

"Ooooooh!" gasped from between her parted lips as the licentious tongue 
snapped away from its salacious sucking. She felt the bed give way to Rod's 
weight as he pulled himself on top of her and ravenously crushed his mouth 
over hers, shoving the tongue that had just licked her ravaged vagina into 
the choking moist depths of her throat. Her head wanted to jerk away from 
the intruder, but the aching in her loins forced another moan from her belly 
and she found herself involuntarily sucking and pulling at his lips, begging 
for the tongue to delve deeper into her gasping wetness. 

As soon as he knew she was responding to his torturing kisses, however, he 
pulled his head away, ignoring her whimperings, and crawled up over her 
helpless naked torso, straddling her while he lowered his buttocks to sit on 
her full, upraised breasts. 

She couldn't believe that it was happening-that she was actually 
whimpering-"Don't stop, please don't stop kissing me!" 

But her voice suddenly quieted with fear when she felt the great weight 
crushing her firm, sex-flushed breasts and opened her eyes to see the 
purplish engorged tip of his massive penis throbbing only a few short inches 
from her panting mouth. Below the pulsing head she could see dark veins 
running down the length of the long rigid shaft to the hair-covered 
testicles that dangled below his groin, and felt the heat from his huge 
instrument warming her terrified lips. 

"You can kiss my cock all you want," he sneered from above her. "That'll 
keep you happy, you hot little cunt!" 

"N-No!" she whimpered, spastically shaking her head in refusal. She had gone 
through too much in the last week, and she had sucked Jerry, but she 
couldn't suck Rod's huge prick. She just couldn't! 

"I can't, please ... it's not right! Please don't make me do it!" 

A lewd sadistic grin flashed over his face and he quickly turned his body, 
pushed his hand roughly over her tender silken pubic mound, then rammed a 
finger into her smooth wet vagina, holding her-worming and digging at the 
soft pink channel until she shrieked with pain. 

"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh!" shattered the heavy panting in the half-lit bedroom as 
the terrible digging seared in a flaming rage through her sensitive 
quivering vagina, forcing the ravaged walls to cringe at the pain. She tried 
to wriggle away from his tortuous finger, but her movements only intensified 
the cruel probing. 

Suddenly, the pain stopped and she exhaled in whimpering gasps as she felt 
him slide his clenching buttocks up a little further over her painfully 
crushed breasts, then viciously grab her by the hair and pull her frightened 
face forward to meet the brutal pushing head of his massive penis. With a 
sadistic laugh he rammed his hips forward and shoved the thick, hard tip of 
his cock deep into her gasping mouth until it lewdly bumped into the back of 
her open gurgling throat. 

Linda could feel the terrifying cudgel growing harder and thicker in her 
choking mouth as he mercilessly battered back and forth, his huge swollen 
testicles slapping against her jutting chin. 

Oh God, oh God, she prayed, her humiliation drowning deeper and deeper in 
the thick mire of degradation that was consuming her helpless innocence with 
each grinding thrust of the huge penis. Someone help me, please! 

But there would be no respite as the massive prick drove again and again 
into her wide-stretched mouth pummeling her oval shaped lips. His one hand 
remained over her blonde pubic mound, two of its fingers now tearing at the 
defenseless inner flesh of her terrified pussy. Both helpless entrances, her 
mouth and her twitching, pain-racked vagina, were being raped by two vicious 
poles obscenely thrusting in and out in a painful sacrifice to the perverted 
lusts of the degenerate straddling her squirming torso. 

Rod was jerking his hips while his short puffing gasps punctuated his lewd 
bucking, and his eyes were locked on her open mouth, hypnotized by the 
thundering penis that sank and withdrew into her sucking orifice. He was 
losing his control and knew that in only seconds the raging fire in his 
slapping balls would explode into a volcanic eruption of white sperm, 
spewing its warm wetness down her gasping throat. He laughed deliriously as 
he watched his huge driving penis plunge in and out of her soft ovaled 
mouth, then started to suddenly groan when the volcano exploded and the 
terrible flood of sperm shot through his throbbing cock. 

"Oohhh ... yeah, now ... Goddamnit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he screamed 
and the torrent of hot cum spewed from the jerking tip of his massive penis 
into her defenseless mouth, overflowing from the corners of her whimpering 
lips. Linda thought she would die-drown in his terrible sperm, unfulfilled 
and humiliated more than she ever believed possible! She gasped and tried to 
choke the white burning tide out of her throat, but the sticky fluids 
flooded the wide-open channel and were pushed downward by his sadistic penis 
as he jerked forward one more time. 

A few moments later the purplish head slipped wetly out of her mouth and 
Linda fell back onto the white satin bed whimpering not from pain but from 
the terrible humiliation that scourged her soul. She vaguely heard him climb 
off the bed and leave the room, but could only think of the hideous rape 
that had branded her with a terrible stain-the knowledge that she would 
never be the same again. 

She could remember sucking Jerry's penis, swallowing his sperm, but that was 
different-that was love, or at least she thought it was. Tonight, however 
was the most horrid night of her life. After the terrors at the fraternity 
party, she had been raped by her best friend's father. Then his son had 
forced her to suck him to an electrifying, spurting climax-But neither of 
them had given her an orgasm, and she knew that the most powerful feeling 
that surrounded her now was the terrible need for sexual release that 
pounded in her aching unsatisfied vagina. 

More powerful, though, than her humiliation from being raped, she felt the 
unfulfilled embers of desire throbbing deep in her belly, and suddenly 
realized that she was a slave to sex, no better than Jerry, or the whole 
Thompson family. Sex was the master, not love, and the revelation frightened 
her, but her fear couldn't stop her slender fingers from sliding over her 
belly to the softness of her pubic mound. 

The reason for life was here, she thought as she quickly slipped two fingers 
into the clasping channel and began rubbing in and out with a rapidly 
growing anticipation of orgasm. Everyone sought only the pleasures of 
sex-and she was no better than anyone else, terrified by her new-found 
secret, yet hungrily excited by her thrusting fingers as she hid in the 
darkness of the bedroom, masturbating toward infinity. 

* * * 

"Feel better now?" Ed Thompson asked his daughter as he walked from the 
bathroom to the eight-foot-square bed centered amid the pastel reflections 
from the mirrors that covered the walls of his bedroom. Shirley was lounging 
against three satin covered pillows luxuriating in their softness, and 
exhaling tiny smoke rings above her head. 

"Oh, yes, Daddy," she answered lovingly. "A hot bath with you always makes 
me feel nice, almost as nice as when you make love to me." 

"I'm glad," he said sitting beside her and adding "but I do wish you 
wouldn't smoke. It's not good for you." 

"There's only one thing that's really good for me," she giggled and reached 
out to grab his penis from beneath his robe, but he quickly jumped away, 
leaving her empty handed. 

"What's the matter?" she asked softly. 

"I'm wondering about Linda. I could hear her downstairs while we were in the 
tub." 

"So could I." A gleam sparked in her eyes, and she said softly: "And I'll 
bet Rod was really fucking her good, too. She was screaming like a wildcat." 

"That really makes no difference-you've got to stop swearing The problem 
we've created might cause more trouble than she's worth. That fiasco Rod 
pulled at the fraternity house got everybody all worked up, but the girl 
reacted much differently than he or Jerry thought she would. Those films 
really cut deeply into her sensitivity, and when she came here for help I 
raped her, not to mention Rod, And her whole frame of mind became 
disoriented." 

"I wish you'd say what you mean, Daddy. You always beat around the bush and 
take your time saying something, but tonight your time is mine and I don't 
want to waste it." 

"O.K.," he said and grinned at her impatience. "Linda's probably going to 
yell 'Rape' when she gets out of here, and if I don't think of something to 
stop her, we could all be spending tomorrow night and a great many more 
nights in jail." 

"Why don't you just keep her here?" she asked and started pulling her robe 
off in a slow mocking strip-tease. 

"Because sooner or later someone would find out, dammit!" 

"Then use the films." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Daddy, sometimes you're so dense. All you have to do is tell Rod to take 
the can of film to her house early in the morning. Surely we can keep her 
here that long. Rod could ring the bell and then hide until he's sure that 
either her mother or father pick the package off the porch. When her folks 
see her fucking Jerry in full blazing color, they'll never believe that she 
was raped, no matter what she says." 

"You ought to be a spy," he said shaking his head with disbelief. "I thought 
Linda was your best friend, yet you're condemning her practically to death. 
I had no idea you were so vicious." 

"Don't be such a prude, silly. She is my best friend, but that's really not 
much. It's a simple matter of winning or losing, and I'd rather lose her and 
win you. I just don't think I could live without you, Daddy." 

"Tou won't have to, my love. You won't have to," he whispered and leaned 
over her, kissing her full red lips and sucking the moist air from her 
lungs. He could hear her long slender thighs gently brushing together 
beneath her partially opened robe and felt her rising breasts hardening 
against his chest as he pressed down on her young willing body. He sighed 
with the trembling excitement he felt every time he made love to his teenage 
daughter, and crushed his lips harder against hers, grazing his teeth 
against the hard brightness of hers, then slipped his tongue through her 
lips and into her mouth. 

While he toyed with her tongue, his hand found its way easily to the warm 
softness underneath her robe and began wandering over her supple shivering 
flesh, scraping his nails over the tenderness of her suntanned thighs. She 
responded eagerly and squirmed and wriggled to the fluttering ripples of 
desire that rose in the naked depths of her body as her father's hand teased 
and flicked its way along her trembling legs. 

He too felt the same erotic tide of passion slowly mounting in his loins. 
Each time they made love, as they had for more than three years, he 
experienced a new and exciting pleasure that only his daughter could give 
him. And this time she was trying to tease him, trying to hold him slightly 
away from the delicious treasures of her sensual mouth. 

"You teasing little bitch." he whispered. "Put your tongue in my mouth." 
Eager to obey his command, she clamped her lips over his mouth and slipped 
the moist phallus of her tongue past his teeth and into the wanting cavern, 
flicking her tongue along the red corrugated roof. 

"Mmmmmm," he murmured sensuously. "Just like your mother." 

He sucked her tongue deeper into his throat, dueling with his own hard wet 
sword until he forced her to withdraw into her own mouth and followed 
quickly, filling her tiny throat with his sharp tongue's piercing bulk. They 
pitched together back and forth and he could feel her arms encircling his 
neck while her hands ran rampant through his thick shock of curly hair, 
pulling and scratching as her desire for her father crackled deep in her 
quivering belly. 

Sensing her rising passions he slid his hand down the length of her twisting 
nakedness, slipping her robe completely off to expose every glistening inch 
of her youthful, wanting body. His fingers quickly found the soft curled 
ebony down of her pubic triangle and he heard her moan as he slipped his 
fingers through the silken hairs to the trembling lips of her moist pink 
vagina. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed feeling his fingers slither into the dampness of 
her sexual garden and begin to gently run up and down along the 
hair-t-rimmed inner lips. His searching fingers massaged the quivering pink 
flesh, feeling the growing flood of sexual juices envelop their bony 
hardness and lubricate his incestuous path. He easily found her swelling 
little clitoris as it tingled under his tantalizing touch, thickening and 
hardening until she began to squeal halting cries of uncontrollable 
child-like lust. 

"Oh, Daddy! Oh my darling Daddy!" she whimpered and crushed her mouth over 
his, thrusting her pink wet tongue into his ravenous throat. 

His heavy breathing was coming in short clicking gasps as beads of 
perspiration rolled off his brow and onto her soft quivering belly, and he 
began rubbing her glistening slit more frantically, rolling the tiny erect 
bud in a swirling whirlpool of uncontrollable sexual excitement. Shirley 
shook her full rounded buttocks and suddenly clamped her long suntanned 
thighs together in a teasing effort to make him nib her hair-lined pussy 
more slowly. He could feel the warm shimmering flesh of her tender thighs 
envelop his hand with their excited heat, holding him tightly except for his 
two fingers that tickled back and forth along the pink moistness hidden by 
her soft, curling pubic hair. 

Oh God, he thought. It's always like this ... I can't stand it! That teasing 
little cunt of hers is on fire, but she always holds me back until I almost 
cum without ever getting my cock inside that hot little hole. 

He lifted his head, his mouth slack and panting with the forbidden passions 
of incest, and lowered his eyes to the succulent nakedness of her body 
squirming helplessly on the bed beneath him. He could see the gentle curve 
of her sensuous thighs rising to her luscious heaving breasts as they rose 
and fell with her aroused sighs, their rosy tips hard and erect, jutting 
straight out in an obscene invitation to be devoured. 

"Oh Goddamn, you little whore," he gasped and swooped down to suck the 
wanting pinkness of one taut nipple into his mouth, gathering all the soft 
pliant flesh into his voracious mouth and biting its tiny hardness between 
his glistening hard teeth. She squealed with delight beneath him and he 
lifted his head to her other succulent waiting orb, while his mind fought 
the throbbing ache that ground mercilessly in the engorged head of his 
rigid, fully erect penis. God, he wanted to fuck her so badly he cried to 
himself and wetly nibbled a sensationally erotic path away from her pointed 
breasts, across the gentle swell of her rising belly, to the quivering 
tenderness of her heated upper thighs. 

"Oh Daddy! My God, Oh Daddy," she panted uncontrollably, unable to say 
anything but the one exciting name she loved more than anything else in the 
entire world: "Daddy! Oh Daddy!" 

A tortuous shudder rumbled through her lust-ridden flesh and she relaxed her 
long slender legs, allowing them to spread wide and invite his frantic mouth 
to savor her forbidden fruit. He was her father, the man who occupied her 
every thought and action, the man she would love until she died, and he was 
about to slip his tongue through her silken curls of pubic protection to the 
fiery wetness of her young excited cunt. 

"Oh, darling Daddy," she whispered again and felt his strong hands firmly 
grasp the white shivering moons of her buttocks. God they were delight ful 
he though lewdly as he held the clenching orbs in his hands, flexing his 
fingers and digging into their impassioned quivering flesh. They were tight 
now, raised and ready, waiting for his delicious tongue to explore fiery 
juices that were flowing from the clasping opening of her tight young 
vaginal passage. 

Another pant of wanton lust poofed from her parted lips as she felt his 
black curly head brush over her trembling thighs, his heavily breathing nose 
push through her soft springy pubic hairs; then felt the exhilarating shock 
of his lascivious tongue snake out and slip into the quivering pinkness 
between her swollen cuntal lips. Trembling with ecstatic delight, the 
ruffled wet folds spread involuntarily to welcome the lapping tongue as it 
slithered across the jelly-like slit, licking at the torrent of sexual 
liquids that spilled over her clasping vaginal entranceway. At first gently, 
then increasingly faster he sucked at her smooth slipper pussy, her 
delectable sexual tastes and honied smells sweeping into his lust-maddened 
senses with every panting breath. 

"Oh, oh, oh,!" she gurgled frantically below him as the fiery bellows of his 
breath blew her sexual excitement all out of proportion into a tremendous 
raging fire. Her wailings were echoing through every corner of the house, 
but there was no one to hear her except the young girl who was frantically 
masturbating in the downstairs bedroom; and Shirley didn't give a goddamn 
what she heard, because after tomorrow morning Linda O'Brien would be a 
person inhabiting only the forgotten past. 

Her father licked faster like an obsessed sex-maniac as she squirmed and 
wriggled, bucking her hair-covered pussy against his ravaging mouth. She was 
fighting for her orgasm and at the same time fighting against it. It was 
hell, but she knew she had to hold back and wait for him to plunge his huge 
throbbing cock into the dampness of her tight clasping cunt ... she wanted 
to cum the same time he did ... she wanted to cum with Daddy! 

"Baby," he gagged and lifted his head away from her wildly rearing crotch. 
"Wait, honey, let me catch my breath-wait for me!" 

Slowly, wheezing for air, he climbed over her trembling nakedness and 
settled his strong hard body over her soft succulent form as she fought to 
control the quake of tremulous orgasm that pressed at the deep dark confines 
of her clenching vagina. 

"Daddy?" she whimpered as she reined her passions back. "Daddy, do you love 
me?" 

"Of course, my fiery little wench," he whispered close to her ear. 

"More than Mommy, more than her?...." she pleaded for an answer. "Am I 
better than Mommy was when you fucked her?" 

"Oh, you jealous little bitch," he growled. "You're better than Mommy-you're 
better than any woman. I love fucking my daughter more than any woman I've 
ever known!" 

"Aaaaahhhhh," she sighed at his obscene admission and felt the furnace in 
her flooded vagina licking at the very center of her sexual being. She felt 
his lips close over her ear and flick his moist red tongue inside, blowing 
and sucking for a moment until her whole body shook convulsively. His hands 
were pulling and kneading her supple flesh, covering every inch of her firm 
swollen breasts, her lusciously curved hips and the trembling softness of 
her involuntarily flexing thighs. She felt so goddamned good, warm and soft, 
her naked ness touching him all over with an exhilarating feathery 
lightness. She was like a living, breathing pillow warming the darkest 
corners of his muscular frame, enveloping him in the unspoken secrets of 
every woman's treasures. 

He lay reveling in her sensuous touch for a few seconds, then eased his 
hands between her limp perspiring thighs, not having to spread them as she 
relaxed and let them slide apart involuntarily. He felt the trembling of her 
pink ruffled cuntal lips and pulled his hands back to grasp the throbbing 
head of his rock-hard cock and rub its sensitive glans with long maddening 
strokes. He felt like the huge instrument would explode any second as he 
manipulated the engorged flesh with masochistic pleasure, then guided the 
pulsing purplish tip toward the eagerly waiting opening of his daughter's 
clasping cunt. 

"Aaaahhhhh," she mewled as the fiery tip touched the wanting wetness beneath 
her hair-covered lips and began to gently caress the smooth slippery slit 
with a slow sensuous up and down motion. She could feel the obscene 
stickiness dripping from the throbbing instrument's tiny hole, mixing with 
her own pool of sexual juices, and then waited with a maddened impatience 
for him to thrust the long rigid pole into her hungry wet hair-t-rimmed 
hole. 

"Like it, baby?" he asked with a sadistic grin on his face as he watched her 
contorted facial muscles contracting with each luscious stroke of his 
jerking organ. 

"Oh, yes, Daddy, I love it. I love your cock-please don't wait, any longer. 
Please fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me now!" 

The forbidden words almost triggered his orgasm as they always did, but he 
held back and poised the rubbery tip of his weapon at the tight clasping 
muscle of her pleading vagina. Then, with a brutal, savage thrust, he 
plunged the entire granite-like length into her deep pulsing cunt! 

"Aaarrgggghhhhhhh," she wailed, while the unbearable excruciating pain 
seared through every titillated nerve in her young jerking body. His massive 
penis had sunk right up to its broad, hair-covered hilt, stretching her 
tight, youthful channel almost to the breaking point, and she moaned again 
and again at the terrible raking pain. 

Listening to her shrieking cries he was swirling in a psychedelic vortex of 
bright flashing colors as he felt her clasping cuntal walls envelop his 
throbbing prick like a thick hot flowing liquid, stroking and soothing his 
tortured flesh with her exhilarating tightness. He was there at last ... new 
and fresh in his young daughter's pussy ... exciting and daring more than 
ever before ... buried deep within the forbidden confines of her slick 
sucking cavity, and the bubbling ecstasy had captured every shaking fiber of 
his being. 

"Oh my God! You're so fucking tight, you're driving me insane!" he hissed 
through the shattering screeches of her pain, then slowly, pulling her 
ruffled pink lips outward, he began to withdraw his long aching cock from 
her wide-stretched channel. He pulled until he could look down at her 
hair-t-rimmed lips to see the throbbing length of his rigid prick glistening 
with her hot slippery cunt's lubricating juices, its rubbery blood-filled 
head barely resting inside her pain-racked orifice. It looked like they were 
joined together in that tiny hole, each waiting for the other to move and 
begin the lewd rhythmic rocking back and forth that would build towards 
their incestuous mutual climax. 

"Daddy, oh Daddy, it hurts!" she whimpered. 

"Don't worry, baby, it won't be long," he answered her with reassurance. She 
was always tight when they started, but he knew that the massive proportions 
of his erect penis would loosen the tiny muscles that clasped him so 
fervently and open her little hair-lined pussy to the brutal fucking that he 
ached to give her. 

In a few moments she started to relax the clenching muscles that held his 
huge instrument so tightly in the vise-like passage and he began to slowly 
rotate his buttocks, rolling the blood-filled head in small circles, 
widening the tiny opening a little further each time he moved. 

He leaned forward as he rolled his hips back and forth, and kissed her 
cheek, her eves, and finally her eager open mouth, slipping his hungry 
tongue behind her teeth and sucking on her upper lip. She was responding 
ravenously to his kisses and he knew that her terrible pain was quickly 
subsiding, but he didn't want to wait to plunge his thick shaft deep into 
her belly. It hurt, physically and mentally, to wait for her young 
hair-lined pussy to open, but he had to ... he had to spread the exciting 
little hole slowly, so that he wouldn't spoil her for the next time and he 
could continue to enjoy his perverted masochistic pleasure. 

She was squirming beneath him as she felt the terrible pain ebbing and 
giving way to the familiar waves of sexual electricity that her father gave 
her every time he screwed her tight little orifice. She wanted her moist wet 
pussy to relax now; but as always it waited, wallowing in the excruciating 
pain until the last bearable moment, and she turned her attention back to 
his glazed, wide open eyes. 

He was sweating above her, watching his rotating penis as it stretched her 
slippery vaginal muscles again and again, feeling the pressure easing. The 
needle-like prickling that coursed through his thick massive cock was ready 
to burst and he wanted to let go of his control and shoot his sperm far into 
his daughter's belly. God, it hurt so fucking much ... but the waiting hurt 
more ... and he sighed at the delightful clamping pain that soaked his 
twitching penis. He had to ease the pressure, he told himself groggily and 
started to gently push forward into the dark dampness that held her fountain 
of incestuous youth in waiting for him. 

"Oh, oh, oh, it hurts! Daddy, it hurts," she cried and rolled her head from 
side to side, but didn't try to jerk her pain-racked hips away. 

She knew he was starting to spread her fiery tightness now, and though her 
crotch and aching thighs felt as if they were going to split, she bit her hp 
and waited for him to probe deeper into her smooth wet channel. The pain 
would turn to ecstatic pleasure ... if only she could wait long enough and 
remain conscious. Then she relaxed her hips a little more in anticipation of 
the wonderful sensuous tides that would follow and blinked through her 
tear-stained eyes at her father's lust-contorted face. 

He was nearly delirious with excitement and he pushed his throbbing prick 
gently into the quivering depths of her moist pink clasping cavity. His 
fingers grasped the clenching moons of her smooth white buttocks and dug 
into the tender flesh, searching for the tiny hairless ring of her puckering 
anus. The stabbing pain and pulsing shocks of pleasure in his long rigid rod 
were thrashing together like a nuclear furnace of lust-maddened ecstasy and 
he wanted to cry out with relief. There was little time left, yet he knew he 
had still not completely entered her hungry cunt, feeling the engorged 
rubbery head of his instrument rasping her wet smooth cuntal walls in its 
search for the furthest depths of her widening channel. He was almost there, 
he thought and lifted her shimmering buttocks in a final desperate effort to 
push the last remaining inch of his broad thick cock into his daughter's 
succulent well of pain and pleasure. 

"Oh, God, Shirley," he gasped as the turgid tip bumped into the tiny hard 
core of her cervix at last. "Oh fuck, you're magnificent! Every man should 
have a daughter like you ... tight, sensuous, and willing to suck the 
greatest pleasures she possibly can from the core of her daddy's balls ... 
Oh Fuck!" 

Shirley listened to her father's delirious mumblings and squealed at his 
obscene babbling, delighted that she had excited him until he could barely 
stand it. His lewd words brought her attention away from the subsiding pain 
in her belly to the growing river of electric tinglings that were returning 
to their rightful place in the center of her over-sensitive vagina. The hurt 
was going, leaving her tortured loins and she rolled her head softly to each 
side to glean the separate sensual throbbings that were growing more rapidly 
as her father pushed and pulled his desperately wanting penis in and out of 
her tight, hair-lined pussy. 

"Oohhh, Daddy, that feels so good!" she cooed "Don't stop, don't ever stop." 

Hearing her submissive chants echoing through his lust-crazed mind, he felt 
as if she had just wrapped her pouting young lips around the throbbing 
engorged head of his prick and had begun to suck the straining hot liquids 
from the depths of his swollen, aching testicles. She was the most desirable 
woman he had ever met and she willingly submitted to his every incestuous 
desire without the slightest question, whether he ordered pain or pleasure 
or both. Her gentle mewlings were those of a woman who begged to be used to 
satisfy his every whim, and the pleading tone in her voice urged a sadistic 
desire to rise from his pulsating loins. 

He clenched his teeth and lifted her quivering thighs higher, bending her 
knees towards her trembling breasts until her glistening cuntal lips, 
wrapped obscenely around his gently thrusting penis, were completely exposed 
to his lust-crazed gaze. He could see their fiery moisture exiting the 
hair-lined cavity in small rivulets as he withdrew his huge pulsing cock, 
then re-entering the secretive depths as he pushed forward, lubricating the 
rigid shaft to ease the vise-like pain. Oh God, he moaned to himself at the 
lascivious sight and suddenly lunged forward with an uncontrollable sadistic 
urge sinking the entire livid red length of his penis into her smooth 
clasping channel. 

"Aaahhhaaahhh!" she cried, not knowing whether she was screaming from the 
pain or from the intense earth-shaking pleasure that burst through the thin 
quivering walls of her heavily rising and falling abdomen. She could sense 
the massive presence of his prick's turgid head pushing against the deepest 
wall of her overly-sensitive passage, filling her with every pulsing inch of 
his lust-filled cock. It rasped over each trembling cell of her steadily 
twitching vagina, sending brilliant shocks of multi-colored lightning 
through her lust-clouded brain, making her desperately-needing channel 
clench and unclench its smooth wetness around his intruding pole. 

Her father was howling wildly in his lusty euphoria and grasped the 
frantically churning orbs of her full-rounded buttocks and brutally lifted 
her upward, at the same time viciously ramming his bursting penis to the 
furthest stretched depths of her lust-starved cavern. His swollen balls were 
ready to erupt at any moment with the final exalted explosions of his 
impending climax, and his throbbing penis jerked spastically as he continued 
to pummel her helpless raving cunt in an abandoned frenzy of culminating 
desire. Fingers savagely tore into the frantically jerking cheeks of her ass 
as she began bucking upward to meet his driving thrusts. 

"Shirley, oh my God, Shirley," he wailed uncontrollably as he felt his 
rapidly approaching orgasm begin to spill over the brink of his shattered 
consciousness. 

"Oh, no Daddy! Wait!" she begged but knew it was too late and threw her 
hair-covered pubic mound upwards again and again in a frantic effort to 
match the blistering heights of his passion and meet his orgasm. 

As he reared up, he watched her with a hazy detachment, moving his lips with 
no words coming out, only his panting gasps striving to communicate his 
rumbling ecstasy. It was cumming ... He was cumming-Now! Falling, soaring 
through space toward the churning bubbling orgasm that screamed for its 
eruption-He tumbled in the whirling vortex, grabbing her by the waist and 
jerked her bucking pelvis up to meet one final agonizing plunge that would 
purge the depths of his tortured soul. As he lunged forward driving his 
exploding cock through the murky smoothness of her spastically clenching 
cunt, he felt a soaring flame sear through his balls and shoot the jets of 
white hot juices out of their prison and into his daughter's 
desperately-wanting pussy. 

Shirley sensed his contorted screaming through her own passion while she 
writhed in agony beneath him, then suddenly felt his spewing sperm flowing 
into her wet hair-lined vagina. It filled her with its burning stickiness, 
blanketing every twitching crevice of her porous cavern like a soothing 
sauna bath, hot, yet so refreshing, so cleansing.... 

Totally engrossed in the sensuous rumblings deep within the confines of her 
overflowing channel, she suddenly realized that his rigid penis was quickly 
losing its wonderful hardness-and depriving her of the incestuous orgasm 
that she so desperately needed. 

Hollow emptiness quickly replaced the turgid fullness in her quivering wet 
vagina and she wanted to scream with disappointment as the rapidly deflating 
penis started to slide out of her clasping passage with a lewd moist sucking 
sound. He was leaving her unsatisfied and she could hardly bear the agony of 
unfulfilled desire that racked her trembling naked body. 

"Daddy," she whimpered helplessly to his unconscious sweating form. "Daddy, 
please wake up and finish ... Please!" 

But his total exhaustion would keep him soundly asleep for the next few 
hours while she sobbed quietly, holding his limp organ in her hand until she 
too found retreat in an exhausted peaceful sleep. 

 CHAPTER 8 

The screen door creaked like a loud accusing burglar alarm and Linda froze 
where she stood, holding her breath and waiting for the faint footsteps that 
would clamber down the carpeted stairway to the back door of her house and 
catch her red-handed. 

The seconds ticked by for what seemed like an eternity, but no movement 
stirred from within the two-story colonial house. She listened without 
twitching a single aching muscle, and heard the cool morning breeze blowing 
a light glaze over the freshening dew on the grass and rippling tenderly 
over her exhausted legs. Then slowly she inserted her secret house key in 
the door and opened it soundlessly. 

Her bedroom was a scant few feet from the back door, and three long steps 
took her to the familiar safety of her private domain. Inside at last, she 
exhaled a long sigh of relief, then suddenly heard the ringing of three 
alarm clocks blaring through the early morning stillness of the house. Seven 
o'clock. 

By some miracle she'd made it by only seconds, but now there was no time to 
waste and her clothes quickly flew off while she messed up her bed and 
pillow and grabbed her housecoat. 

She heard padding feet coming down the hallway toward her door, and quickly 
opened it, faking a rested yawn as her father greeted her with a cheerful 
grin. 

"Good morning, sweetheart. You look tired-didn't you get enough sleep?" 

"Oh, I got plenty of rest, Papa," she said forcing a smile. 

"I hope so," he said and patted her shoulder. "Why don't you fix some coffee 
to wake us up and I'll get the morning paper." 

"O.K." she answered, relieved that he was going to the front door and 
leaving her alone with her thoughts. She had fallen asleep in the terrifying 
dark bedroom at Shirley's, waking much later to the dancing glow of the 
dawning sun to find herself completely naked on the rumpled satin bedspread. 
Dressing quickly and quietly she had left the tormenting house and walked 
the ten blocks to her own home and entered only moments before. 

Now she stood over an electric coffee pot trying to decide how she should 
tell her parents that she had been raped. 

Walking home Linda had convinced herself that her father should be the one 
to tell first, but when she saw him standing in his checkered robe, his 
greying hair tangled from sleep, she couldn't even begin to find the right 
words. 

How do you tell your father that your girlfriend's father and brother raped 
you, she thought. How do you soften the blow, and how in God's name do you 
tell him the whole story ... the party, Jerry, the films ... everything? It 
would break his heart, yet she wanted to let him know that she was an 
innocent victim of foolish immature emotions that had led her to believe she 
had been in love with Jerry Campbell-that's where it all began, but how 
could she tell him. 

It all seemed like a horrible nightmare, but the dry soreness in her aching 
crotch told her that it had all been real. She was a victim of circumstance, 
of society, of passion-but none of these could relive the lost hours of 
yesterday for her and change one second of the horror she had faced. 

She was a victim, and at the same time, a very guilty party-guilty of 
self-abuse in the darkened bedroom after Rod had left her, and guilty of 
enjoying the two brutal rapes, not to mention her voyeurism, conditioned by 
marijuana-another guilt-her sensuous responses to another couple copulating 
on a movie screen ... Too much! Just too much guilt for one victim to erase 
and still plead for mercy. 

What could she do? Nothing-the only answer-nothing that wouldn't hurt her 
parents and family, herself-nothing. There was no punishment worthy of the 
Thompson family's crimes, certainly not from Linda's viewpoint; and there 
was no punishment for the evil lies that Jerry had told her for more than 
two months, trying to make her think he loved her. God, she prayed silently. 
How could I have been so stupid? 

"Look who's here," Linda's father chimed from behind her. "We've got a guest 
for breakfast." 

Jerry! 

"Aren't you going to say good morning?" he asked, trying not to look at the 
liquid hate that flared in her eyes. 

"Good morning"-without feeling. 

"What's the matter," her father asked, genuinely concerned. "You two have a 
fight?" 

"Oh nothing, really," Jerry grinned at him and winked. "Just a little 
misunderstanding that we can iron out without any sweat." 

"Well, that's good-by the way, Linda, look what was propped inside the 
screen door," he said holding a small eight-millimeter film cannister for 
her inspection. 

No connection clicked in her mind and she asked absently, "I wonder where it 
came from." 

"Dunno," her father answered. "But I'm going to take it to the studio and 
run it through a projector-after you fix us a big breakfast, of course. Make 
it ham and eggs and I'll leave you two alone to talk while I get your mother 
out of bed and dressed." 

His slippered feet slapped up the stairs, leaving a pregnant silence in the 
kitchen as Linda tried to prepare breakfast, completely ignoring Jerry as he 
sipped a cup of coffee at the counter. 

"Linda, I've got to talk to you," he said softly to her. 

"We've got nothing to talk about." 

"Look, you've got to understand-those films-I knew nothing about them until 
Rod told me he had taken the pictures, and for some reason-I don't know 
what-I didn't make him give me the pictures. Honest, you've got to believe 
me. I had no idea he was going to show them to the fraternity!" 

"So what!" she turned and glared at him. "If you really loved me, you never 
would have let him get away with it. You're too selfish, thinking only about 
what Jerry Campbell can get out of anyone or anything, to ever care enough 
about me or anyone else!" 

"That's not so, Linda-don't cry, baby...." 

"I'm not your baby, and I'll cry if I want to," she hissed and wiped her 
tiny tears with a napkin. "You've said enough, so finish your coffee and get 
out of here." 

His head hung like a shamed child's and he whispered with regretful 
resignation, "O.K. I just thought I might be able to make you understand, 
but I can see it's no use. There's only one more thing." 

"What's that?" 

"The film canister your father found on the porch-I saw Rod Thompson put it 
there when I drove up the street. I didn't know what it was until I got to 
the door and your father opened the screen to let me in. I'm afraid you've 
had it unless you can get the film away from him." 

He stared at her terrified eyes and waited for the tears to stream over her 
cheeks, but none came. "Thank you," she said quietly, dismissing him from 
her immediate presence and from her life with the soft words, then walked to 
her room and began to pack two suitcases with the barest essentials. 

Linda!" her father called from the hallway an hour later. "Whatever happened 
to our breakfast?" 

"I'm sorry, Papa," she answered through the closed door, afraid to see his 
face one last time. "I don't feel well." 

"I'm sorry, baby. You just get some rest and your mother and I will eat out 
on the way to the studio. I'm curious about this film." 

"Goodbye, Papa," she called to him and covered her mouth to stifle the 
racking sob that rose in her chest. 

In a short time he would see the horrible film, and nothing she could do or 
say would ever convince him that she was anything less than a cheap whore. 
It would break his heart-she was the favorite of his four children-but it 
was hopeless for her to try to reinstate herself in the family after he and 
her mother saw the horrid obscene movies. There was nothing to do but leave 
her home and family forever, and go somewhere far away where no one would 
ever learn of her nightmarish orgy of sex and pot-recorded for history on 
film. 

 CHAPTER 9 

San Francisco. Magic words to many, conjuring images of Market Street, the 
Golden Gate, a bustling financial district, topless dancers and thousands of 
entertainment forms ranging from the outdoor concerts in Golden Gate Park to 
the exclusive cocktail shows available only to members of elite private 
clube. 

But to Linda O'Brien San Francisco was the center of the world's suffering 
and she had been called by an unseen force to minister aid to the 
poverty-stricken and helpless, black and white alike. 

Eleven months had passed since the Sunday afternoon she had stolen four 
hundred dollars from her father's jewelry box and fled Southern California 
in search of a new meaning for her life. She was drawn by the legend of San 
Francisco and its many meanings: wealth versus poverty, black versus white, 
leisure versus struggle, and the most powerful of all, the contradictions of 
love and hate. 

The Hashbury-Haight-Ashbury-district offered homes and solace for thousands 
of wandering teen-agers, all of them afraid of, all of them in love with, 
life. They haunted street corners, alleys, garbage cans and hundreds of 
doorways, some holding the mystical powers of "Acid," selling it on the 
streets, others already torn to pieces by the mind expanding drug. 

Newspapers called them hippies, and flower children. Conservatives called 
them commies, parents called them dirty and unwashed, but Linda called them 
love-people. 

Day after day she wandered through the Hashbury looking for someone who 
needed help or a meal. She worked in the VD clinic, bundled newspapers, 
spent hours in an orphanage and eagerly sought every form of human suffering 
available, happily giving her advice and strenuous efforts in her one-girl 
crusade against suffering. 

Each day was like an atonement, lessening the terrible burden she carried, 
having made her family suffer to thoughtlessly by her unthinking emotions so 
many months before. She could never return to the nest, but if each day she 
could help just one person, she felt she had accomplished something. She 
could be seen anywhere in the city, down at Hunter's Point, in the Hashbury, 
or wandering through the North Beach area in search of someone else to help. 

Her love-people called her Bird, old women in the tenements called her 
Angel, and almost everyone who had heard of her called her something 
affectionate. In a world where most people have many acquaintances and few 
friends, Linda was just the opposite, having few acquaintances and many, 
many friends, and she loved all of them equally, but none of them 
singularly. They were all people and they all deserved her love, but the 
hidden torments of eleven months ago kept her from becoming attached to any 
of the boys she met, until, however, she encountered Saul. 

They had met at a Viet Nam Day Protest Rally, sitting in the hot sun near 
the Civic Center. They had begun talking about the war and she couldn't 
resist the strangely funny way he would constantly brush back his long blond 
hair or pull at his flowing Jesus-beard. He was curiously handsome, his face 
framed in the curly whiskers and sideburns, though she thought he would look 
much less commanding without his beard. 

Their first talks had lasted well into the night and continued for days on 
end, Linda always finding herself surprised by his presence as she made her 
daily journey through the different areas of the city. They had become 
friends, though not lovers, and she wondered once about his masculinity, but 
was finally relieved of her fears after a month of dating when they had made 
love for the first time in the dying shadows of Land End, overlooking the 
thrashing waves of the battering Pacific. 

Within a week she had moved into his small one room apartment on Oak Street 
and set up a disorganized housekeeping. Then, on the second night in his 
tiny studio apartment she discovered the real Saul, rocking back and forth 
in a drugged euphoria. 

"Baby," he breathed softly as she watched him from the bed. "Turn yourself 
on to some of that grass and get down here with me." 

"Saul, you know I don't blow the weed. It's just not my bag." 

"What is your bag, then?" 

"You're being awful tonight," she countered, strangely afraid of his unusual 
aggressive tone of voice. 

Another bearded young man, about twenty-five was also in the 
apartment-someone Saul had met at North Beach. He nodded his head, sitting 
next to Saul, then got up, picked up a knapsack and walked to the small 
table by the refrigerator. 

"I'm not so awful," Saul whispered and giggled more loudly than his intake 
of marijuana accounted for. "I'm not as awful as you are." 

"Saul! How can you say such a thing?" she gasped at his accusation. No one 
knows about how awful she once was, in Southern California. Since then she 
had become almost a saint. Everyone knows she's good, everyone. 

"The little Bird," Saul chanted softly toward the blank wall. "The little 
angelic bird of San Francisco, so fine, so kind, so understanding and 
helpful...." 

Linda stared at him, completely confused by his mocking chant, but 
hypnotized by his drugged swaying as he continued. "She flutters about like 
a butterfuly, and no one knows why ... But I ... I've seen her in the 
movies, seen her on the beach, naked as a jaybird and sucking cock like a 
leech!" 

Oh my God! she thought as she heard the words. It's impossible! How could he 
have known? 

"Chick, here, told me," he said, suddenly stopping his rocking motions and 
pointing toward the boy by the table who was pulling a small moviecamera and 
set of flood-lights from his bag. "He belonged to a fraternity down south, 
and when he saw you with me this morning, he remembered a film he saw once 
at a party. I went with him to a friend's place this afternoon and watched 
the flic. You're really pretty wild, little bird. In fact you're so wild 
that the guys and I have decided to make you a real star and give you a 
second picture." 

"No!" she said hoarsely. "You found out about me, but I'm not like that. I 
was drugged and didn't know what I was doing, and I haven't done it since." 

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," he giggled to Chick who was 
plugging his flood-light into a socket in the wall. 

"I don't understand you," she said in disbelief. "I thought you were the 
kind of person who loved life, and you said you loved me." 

"Tough shit! I thought you were the kind of person who loved giving, only I 
didn't realize what kind of giving you were talking about." 

"Hey, man," Chick interrupted. "I'm ready." 

"Hear that?" Saul said to her. "Now you get ready. Take off your clothes!" 

"No, you can't make me...." she protested and started to head for the door, 
but he jumped up with the speed of an attacking cougar and ripped her blouse 
open. She scratched out and kicked as he fumbled with her blue jeans, but he 
smacked her with a resounding blow that sent her sprawling to the floor, 
then leaped on top of her and tore the rest of her clothing off, leaving her 
totally naked and sobbing in front of him. 

"Wow," Chick murmured beside him. "She's got more of a fucking body now than 
when I saw her in that flick a year ago." 

"Yeah," Saul said, a little proudly. "She's not a bad fuck either, though I 
haven't really tried too much with her. I think it's time for something new 
and different for the little San Francisco Bird of Paradise, don't you?" 

Linda saw Chick wink and step back, adjusting the lenses of his camera while 
Saul slipped out of his beaded Indian clothing. They were both grinning 
obscenely, obviously heavily stoned by the marijuana, and she wanted to flee 
the mounting fears that trembled through her shivering body. She couldn't 
stand a repeat of the awful nightmare she had suffered almost a year before, 
yet she knew it was about to happen again, and she would have no control 
over her passions, just as she had no control over them then. 

Saul's rough hand grabbed her by the arm and threw her onto the small bed 
before she had a chance to even react to his brutal grip. 

Suddenly realizing that her only chance was to fight, she began to struggle 
again, scratching and kicking, but his hands held her so tightly on the 
mattress that she was powerless against him. She felt the stinging bite of 
his palm as he slapped her, then pinioned her shoulders to the mattress 
while two other hands forced her trembling knees apart. 

"Just cool it, bitch," Saul hissed and rolled her onto her side, looking at 
the quivering defenseless flesh of her thighs as she whimpered under his 
powerful grip. 

"Get on your knees," he demanded, releasing the brutal pressure of his 
hands. 

She rolled to her stomach, but lay flat on it, not wanting to give in, not 
wanting to become the unwilling star of any more horrible motion pictures. 
But the brilliant flash of the floodlights filled the room, illuminating her 
helpless naked body as she felt a rough pair of hands pull one of her arms 
into a painful hammer lock and grip her soft, hair-covered pubic mound, 
pulling her brutally upwards so that her smooth white buttocks shimmered in 
the obscenely glaring light. She heard the remembered whirring of a movie 
camera and felt as if the bones in her skull were going to break under the 
terrible pressure of her torment. 

Though she wanted to fight Saul's brutal savage strength had overpowered her 
into complete submission. She struggled vainly to escape his hands as he 
tried to force her into position, swinging her hips in a futile effort to 
escape their impending rape of her young helpless body. 

"A real fighter," Saul said to Chick as he stood back for a moment and 
viewed her exposed supple nakedness under the accusing light from behind 
him, while Chick set his camera firmly on the table, set up a small tripod 
and left it trained on her trembling form. 

Then Chick took hold of her and gripped her shoulders painfully while she 
still tried to fight for escape. 

"Knock off your goddamn fuckin' around or I'll slap the shit out of you!" he 
growled and suddenly let go, walking back to his camera and picking it up so 
that he could get a better shot of her open nakedness. 

Saul suddenly twisted her arm into another hammerlock and pushed her face 
down roughly against the mattress and she tried to let her shaking white 
buttocks fall onto the bed, but one strong hand grabbed her with a biting 
grasp and jerked her squirming backside back up into the kneeling position. 
She whimpered for him to stop as the burning pain seared through her arm, 
but knew that her protests were too late ... that her whole life in San 
Francisco was too late. She was going to pay for those horrid awful 
fraternity movies for the rest of her life, and this was just the beginning. 

Pitying her sorrowful existence, she suddenly felt the mattress give way as 
Saul climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind her shimmering, upraised 
buttocks. He released her arm and she sighed with relief, letting her arms 
fall to her sides in humiliating submission to the impending obscene rape of 
her virginal bottom. 

His hands were sliding, running, tracing sensuous paths of exploration of 
her totally submissive body. Every sensuous curve and gentle rise of flesh 
felt the fingers touching, pinching, as he cupped her full, hanging breasts 
in each hand and kneaded the succulent fullness until her nipples sprang to 
an unwilling hardness. 

Finally he slid his hands away from her painful ly explored breasts and 
moved quickly along the gentle curve of her hips, slowing for one 
excruciating moment, then suddenly gripping her defenseless upraised 
buttocks in a painracking imprisoning grasp that would not let up and allow 
her to move away from the disaster that was about to destroy the last 
virginal oriface in her young naked body. 

She sensed a fiery heat moving closer to the two helpless orbs of her 
quivering bottom and felt the throbbing head of his engorged penis slide 
against the trembling inner flesh of her wide-spread thighs, dripping its 
sticky wetness in an obscene cobweb of seminal seepage. 

God, oh God, why were men so cruel? Why did Saul want to do this to her, 
when yesterday, before he saw the films, he talked to her of love and the 
Kama Sutra and the poets of mysticism. Now, poised obscenely behind her 
defenseless buttocks, he wanted to rape her into ... into what? He was no 
better than she was, allowing himself to be filmed ... What had turned him 
so quickly against her? 

The massive throbbing of the swaying phallus against her thighs brought her 
back to the reality of her hopeless situation, and she realized the terrible 
depravity that faced her-just like Rod Thompson when he had forced her to 
suck his huge prick-God, she thought, I hope Saul doesn't make me suck him 
when he's done back there. 

Her hips suddenly involuntarily swayed away from the threatening rock-hard 
shaft, and she hoped that somehow, through the cloud of marijuana, Saul 
would realize what he was doing and stop before it was too late. 

But he didn't give a goddamn what she felt as he leaned behind her, mouthing 
filthy names at her over the grinding whirring of the camera. He pinched and 
pulled every tender inch of her naked ness and reveled in his powerful lust, 
knowing that she had to do anything he wished, or become a trembling mass of 
bruises. 

She too knew that there was no escape from his depraved rape and started to 
push away from him, but remembered the ecstatic look she had seen on a 
girl's face long ago-sodomized from behind, yet whimpering with 
lust-maddened delight as she was skewered by a boy's jerking prick. Linda 
thought that perhaps it wouldn't hurt that much as she felt his thick 
hardness suddenly begin probing the dry, unwanting lips of her vagina and 
felt herself involuntarily jerk away from the imposing head of his throbbing 
prick. 

With a cat-like quickness his hands took hold of her buttocks' two white 
rounded cheeks and pulled them apart to give him a better access to her 
tight, resisting pussy. She felt the huge cudgel pushing harder into the 
hair-lined lips, shoving forward harder and harder until he suddenly lunged 
with a gasp and sank his throbbing penis into the dry, rasping confines of 
her unwilling channel. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" she screamed as the searing pain coursed through her 
widespread cuntal entrance, pulling and tearing at the tender livid pink 
flesh until she thought she would be split wide open. God it Hurt! and tears 
began to flow over the unpainted ridges of her eyelids as she listened to 
his lewd heavy panting behind her, completely engrossed in his drug-induced 
rape of her helpless loins. 

Her thighs were trembling convulsively and she felt them begin to give way 
as he started to push the heavy length of his invading penis in, then slowly 
out, raking her dry pink flesh with the painful, engorged head, pulling her 
pink ruffled cuntal lips wide apart. She wriggled and squirmed in a 
fruitless effort to escape, but the impaling shaft was driving deeper into 
her open defenseless hole. The massive throbbing penis pulsed against her 
shattered vaginal walls and her back ached terribly from the crushing weight 
of his body. She felt him reach around to the quivering crevice between her 
swaying buttocks and begin to rub vigorously along the shining crease. She 
gasped with fear as his fingers began probing the forbidden entrance of her 
tiny hairless anal ring and suddenly shrieked as he jabbed a finger into the 
red elastic opening and shoved the intruder deep into her untouched rectum. 

But instead of the joy that had spread over one girl's sodomized face, 
Linda's face was contorted with pain as she felt him worming his probing 
fingers in brutal circles within the damp rubbery hole. She could feel his 
huge throbbing penis thrusting in and out of her chaffed vagina, burning her 
smooth cuntal walls until they were raw with pain as he continued to impale 
her ruthlessly from behind. Her body was being split open by a huge 
pummeling log and he giggled crazily with lust as he jerked and shoved his 
massive pulsing cock into the rough unwilling confines of her pain-racked 
cunt. Fucking and skewering her with his fingers, he felt like the king of 
the world of sadism, cruel and unmerciful in his pillaging of the young 
girl's helpless jerking body. 

Then, hardly missing a stroke, he pulled his massive aching cock from the 
ravaged channel of her vagina and shoved her forward while he spread the 
soft, smooth cheeks of her buttocks with both hands. The tight little 
virginal anus puckered with fear as he looked down at it, then held his huge 
rod poised at the terrified entrance and lunged forward in a cruel obsessed 
fit of sadism, ramming his prick into her dark, damp rectum up to the very 
hilt." 

"Aaaarrgghhhh!" she screamed again and again as his massive prick nearly 
split the tiny hole and racked her defenseless body with an unbearable pain. 
She felt so ashamed and humiliated in a degrading position of complete 
subservience, almost unconscious with the terrible burning hurt in her 
ravaged rectal orifice and she dug her sobbing face into the covers to avoid 
any more of the whirring camera's all-seeing eye. She jerked convulsively as 
she bit into the bedspread, feeling the red elastic rim of her anus give way 
completely and scream with a searing destructive pain. But as she screamed 
he felt the tight flesh giving way further, pulverizingly tight around his 
throbbing cock and he too gasped at the delightful puckering contraction of 
her anal muscles. 

Her lips opened and closed in torment and she tried to pull away, but his 
thrusting, pushing pelvis smacked her helplessly forward as the pit of his 
swollen testicles suddenly surged up with his white fiery sperm and shot its 
hot stickiness into her ravaged rectum. He jerked forward again and again as 
he spewed the burning liquid from his twitching penis into her pain-racked 
bottom, then fell forward, completely exhausted. 

Half-conscious beneath him she whimpered at the brutal pain that pulsed 
through every vein of her body, then felt the quickly deflating organ 
suddenly slipped out of her ravaged little hole and she craned her neck to 
see Chick lifting Saul off the bed. 

"Baby, you're fantastic," he grinned. "You just stay right here-don't worry 
about goin', the door's locked-and wait until I come back with some of the 
guys from the strip. I'm gonna pick up some more film and in six weeks 
you'll be the most widely seen star in movies. Wadda ya think about that?" 


THE END
