Reverend's Sinful Daughter
by Jason Cannon
(PR-3028)


FOREWORD 

How far will some people go to achieve those things that are important to 
them? A question as old as man. And as long as people have goals they feel 
are important, other people will be sacrificed for the sake of those goals. 
Examples can be found everywhere that the end justifies the means for people 
whose personal achievement, or success, or whatever they choose to call it, 
is the only thing that really matters. That others suffer because of it is 
inconsequential to them. 

THE REVEREND'S SINFUL DAUGHTER is the story of a young girl who struggles 
for fame, fortune, and the constant appeasement of her incredible desires. 
Setting herself up as a God-fearing, charismatic evangelist, Lily Turpin 
lets no one and no thing stand in the way of her whirlwind ride to the 
pinnacle of success, only to find herself at last brought to ruin by the 
power of her own monumental selfishness and decadent lusts. 

THE REVEREND'S SINFUL DAUGHTER-a startling story which contains a warning 
for us all. A novel which answers many questions, but leaves many more still 
unanswered. 

 -The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

It was on a Sunday afternoon that Lily found out about fucking. 

It appeared to be no different than any other Sunday in the life of Reverend 
Jerry's traveling Church of the Road. It was noon and hot, a boiling, 
Midwestern hot that threatened to fog a person's brain if he or she stayed 
out in the peak sun too long. 

The tent had been set up for services that night, the organ and altar 
mounted, and the chairs placed just right so everyone could get to the stage 
as the spirit moved them. Willie Dee, Reverend Jerry's right arm, had gone 
into the nearby town to find a bottle of something stronger than soda pop. 
This was no mean feat in the middle of the Oklahoma Bible Belt on a Sunday 
afternoon, but Willie Dee always seemed to manage. He would return just in 
time to play the organ for services, drunk to his eyeballs. But the only way 
his condition could be detected was by the strange, strong odor of onions on 
his breath to kill the odor of the whiskey. No matter how much Willie drank, 
it was impossible to ascertain just how drunk he was; from years of practice 
he carried his drink well. 

Lily, the Reverend's stepdaughter by his late wife, had done her usual 
chores of pressing the gowns and robes, laying but the hymn books, and 
hiring a local chorus of six women to lead the night's gospel singing. She 
had also found two men and two women to sit in the audience and shout Amens 
and other reverent phrases at the appropriate time during the sermon and, 
more important, the appeal for the collection. 

Lily was called, and billed, Pious Lily, the symbol of virginity, by her 
foster father. He used her well and managed to convince her that her purity 
was the stronghold of his faith. She was seventeen years old and no man, 
woman, or boy had ever touched her, looked upon her naked body, or had more 
than just lustful thoughts about her. The lustful thoughts were all right. 
They were encouraged. In fact, they were part of the show. 

Reverend Jerry made sure of it all. He watched and guarded her like a hawk, 
like a good businessman. And if anyone ever doubted his word about her 
purity in what he called, "a world of sin", he would trot her off to a 
doctor and prove her chastity to the world. 

Since he placed her on the stage right beside him dressed only in a 
skin-tight white gown and allowed her to wear no underwear at all, his word 
was often doubted. Her body was of perfect symmetry, but the points of her 
tits were huge, well-rounded, and obvious to the eye. 

Every Sunday night in small towns all across the country, men flocked to the 
services to be saved by Reverend Jerry and drool at Lily's spectacular body 
in those gowns. She often, complained because she was embarrassed. Her tits 
were so large and without a bra they stood out in clear definition in the 
tight gowns so much that she actually felt naked. Also the roundness of her 
hips and the full vee of her pussy mound was so defined that she felt 
shamed. 

"That, my child, is the point," the good Reverend Jerry would tell her. "You 
must place the temptation before them so they can recognize the sin." 

"Well, isn't it a sin when I look nearly naked standin' up here?" she would 
reply, tossing the long, freshly curled blonde locks from her shoulders and 
looking up at him with a sensual pout of her full lips. 

"Purity is not a sin!" he would roar. "Sin itself is a sin. Never fear to 
stay pure, my child," he would chide her. "An' don't you forget it. I ever 
catch you foolin' around, I'll beat the hell right damn outta you." 

And he often did. Being the object of so much male adoration gave Lily 
ideas. Ideas that caused strange feelings within her body as she lay in bed 
at night. She knew something was wrong. She knew she wanted to fuck. But 
because of Reverend Jerry's precaution and careful sheltering of her mind, 
she, at seventeen, still didn't know what fucking was. 

She found out that Sunday afternoon. 

Everything was finished. Lily wanted to get back to the trailer and rest 
before the evening services. She was just inside the door when she heard her 
stepfather's voice in the back bedroom. His tone was very close to the one 
he used when he was giving his hell-fire-and-brimstone sermon on the evils 
of loose women and whiskey. 

"My child, tell me again about your sin. Only this time use the words so we 
can get them out of your mind and cleanse your body." 

A young girl's voice answered him. "Well, this boy and me, we went out 
together lots. An' he liked me an' I liked him, an' he kept want' to fuck 
me, but I knew it was bad. But he kept playin' with my titties and tryin' to 
stick his finger up my pussy, an' after some time I jes got so hot that I 
was gonna let him." 

"But you stopped," Reverend Jerry said. 

"Yes, sir. I knowed it was a sin. 

"Of course you did." 

'Sides, I was scared," she said. 

"Child, don't you know that to have redemption from sin you must commit the 
sin? That's why we are here now, like this." 

"Are you sure, Reverend? I feel like I'm sinnin' right now. I feel like I'm 
sinnin' powerful far right now, layin' here like this." 

"Of course you are, girl. And when the act is done, you will say Hallelujah, 
and you will feel the spirit enter into you just as I will enter into you." 

Usually Lily stayed away when Reverend Jerry was with anyone, especially 
when he was redeeming young girls, which he did quite often in their 
travels. Once, in Wichita, she walked in when he was baptizing a woman and 
her daughter, naked, in the shower, and he beat the daylights out of her. 

But this time it was different. This girl sounded so close to her own age, 
and she had been so close to the very sin that Lily was curious about that 
she not only felt compelled to listen but also to watch as the Reverend 
worked his wondrous miracles on her. 

Lily crept the length of the trailer and knelt on her knees in front of the 
curtain that divided the bedroom from the narrow walkway. Carefully she 
parted the curtain just enough to see, and had to quickly bite her lips in 
order not to gasp aloud in surprise at what she saw. 

Reverend Jerry sat in a chair with his pants pulled down around his ankles. 
He had both hands on his cock. They pumped slowly up and down on the hard 
shaft that seemed to stand a full foot above the hairy mat over his groin. 
The huge sac containing his balls rested on his inner thighs, bobbing in the 
same tempo as his cock. The red, bulbous cockhead was filled with blood and 
kept disappearing and reappearing as his hands drove the foreskin over it 
and then pulled it slowly away. 

Lily had seen his cock once or twice at night when he had emerged from his 
room to go to the bathroom, but it had always looked so thin and tiny then. 
Now his prick looked huge as it throbbed and bounced, its veins protruding 
to make it even thicker. 

Across from him on the bed, a girl at least two, if not three years younger 
than Lily, lay on her back. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get 
them and lifted high in the air. Her hands were at her pussy holding the 
lips wide apart so Lily could see the dark-pink flesh of her inner cunt. The 
girl had obviously been diddling herself for some time, because rivulets of 
cunt juice ran from the hair-ringed slit of her pussy down into the crack of 
her delightful ass. 

Her tits were small, nothing compared to Lily's huge jugs, and they appeared 
even smaller as they spread across her chest as she lay back. In one way her 
boobs were different from Lily's-nearly the whole tit was nipple and areola. 
They appeared like two large, hard, pink knots on her chest. 

"Are you ready, my child?" Reverend Jerry said, a tiny bit of drool dripping 
from the corner of his mouth as he watched her clitoris harden and throb 
between her exposed, fur-lined labias. 

"I . . . I guess so." 

"Have no fear, my child. I am giving you total absolution by creating the 
sin and then granting you the forgiveness for the sin." "What you gonna do?" 

"I'm going to fuck you," he said, rising and stepping between her legs. "I'm 
going to shove my cock up your cunt and give you the pleasure of sex so 
you'll know what you must spurn." 

"Reverend ... you're awful big. I mean your cock is a lot bigger than my boy 
friend's." 

"The power is big. It takes a big instrument to wield it. Lift your ass up 
so I can put this pillow under it." 

Lily watched in fascination as his hands drifted along the young girl's 
creamy white body. He kneaded her tiny boobs with his fingers. For a moment 
the girl tried to squirm away as he bent his head and tongued her erect 
little nipples. His cock bobbed against the mat of her pussy. Between the 
two stimulations, she settled into a mewling, semiconscious state and 
obviously started to enjoy his manipulations. 

The girl's lids fluttered over glassy eyes and her hands absently left her 
cunt and traveled up and over his body. 

Lily was transfixed as she watched his lips trace a path over her titties 
and down her ivory body. An anguished mewl, that was unmistakably delight, 
erupted from her throat as his head reached the softly curling pussy hair 
between her spread thighs. 

He moved his bands between her legs and placed a thumb on either side of her 
taut, young cuntlips. She groaned in anticipation as he pulled them wide 
apart, and screamed in joy when his tongue leapt forward, burying itself in 
the juicy folds of her snatch with a greedy ferocity. He ran the hard tip of 
his tongue the full length of the widely spread slit, from the pucker of 
flesh over her clitoris to the delightful tang of her asshole. 

Her bud quivered uncontrollably beneath the sparse hair of her beaver. His 
thick lips spread through the soft, hair-fringed labias and flicked 
relentlessly against the rubbery twat walls and stopped now and then to curl 
up into her open cunt. She jerked her hips and ass spasmodically, still 
squirming hysterically under the thick, saliva-glistening tongue that lapped 
at her virginal cunt. 

Lily shuddered from the sexual stimulation that watching something forbidden 
gives. She gasped at the change which seemed to came over the writhing young 
girl on the bed. She could tell from the girl's facial expressions that the 
moans coming from her lips were of joy and not fear or pain. 

She raised her hands again, holding them in indecision, then dropped them in 
surrender to grasp Reverend Jerry's thick black hair. 

Something rebelled, momentarily, in Lily. She remembered what he had told 
her so often; what she saw being done to this girl, even younger than 
herself, was wrong. Suddenly, it was hard for her to believe what she was 
seeing. Instead of fighting with all her strength against this humiliating 
act, this man's tongue in her cunt, the girl had turned into a helplessly 
groaning mass of passion. She voluntarily spread her legs further apart and 
tangled her hands possessively in his hair, pulling his face tight to her up 
thrust crotch. She ground her hips sensuously in time to the darting tongue 
which probed hotly up into her seething pussy. Her eyes closed and her mouth 
hung open in undisguised ecstasy. 

She guided the head between her thighs with her able young hands, and pumped 
her hips up into his hotly slavering face like a nymphomaniac in wild, 
abandoned heat. Her muscles strained under the tightness of her pale, 
sweat-glistening skin. Lily could clearly see the cords of her inner thighs 
standing out like taut ropes ready to snap against the pressure as she 
thrust her hungry crotch forward, again and again, against the whirling 
tongue buried deep into her throbbing cunt. She was all but swallowing the 
hotly whipping tongue with her clasping twat lips. 

"You taste good, my child, very good. And soon I'll give your body my cock. 
You'll taste salvation through sin." 

"Yes, oh, fuck, yes," the girl replied, reaching to pull his face back into 
her fevered pussy. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your tongue and then fuck me good 
with your big beautiful cock!" 

He ground his head back down into her seeping, fleshy pussy until it was 
barely visible between her fully stretched thighs. 

Then the girl did an amazing thing that brought a gasp from Lily's lips; she 
pushed the Reverend Jerry's face away from her heated pussy, still grasped 
his hair lightly in her hands, and flipped both their bodies over. She sat 
down hard and full on his mouth with her squirming butt. It was she who now 
was doing the ravishing. She straddled his face with her cunt as animalistic 
expressions of joyful lust bathed her face and twisted her lips back over 
her tightly clenched teeth. 

"Yes, yes, my child. Give me your fresh young cunt. Spew your juice of sin 
over my willing face!" 

The sounds coming from the room were wet and punctuated by soft mews and 
groans of totally absorbed pleasure. So this was fucking, Lily thought, 
watching avidly the rapture on both their faces. As she studied the young 
girl's face and saw the look of total bliss spread across it, Lily felt the 
aching hunger begin in her own body. She felt a twisting pain of need spread 
from her abdomen up to her passion swollen tits. Her breathing became 
labored as she slid her own hand down between her thighs where she squatted 
on the floor. Her panties were soaking wet. Testing with her fingers, she 
pushed a tiny bit of the material up into her cunt-crack. It felt good, so 
very good. She pushed harder, and, at the same time allowed her buttcheeks 
to squirm down aver the thrill of her fingers. 

Her stepfather was writhing in the grip of the girl's thighs above him. 
Suddenly he growled some indistinguishable words and threw her body from his 
face. He pulled the jerking girl's thighs brutally from around his head. She 
shouted in protest; her legs kicked out into the empty air. Her crotch 
ground into the mattress as she strove for the near orgasm that had almost 
been had from his tongue. 

Reverend Jerry took her by the ankles from behind as she lay face down on 
the bed, and spread her tapered, well-formed legs wide apart. He crawled up 
on his knees between her full, trembling thighs and spread the cheeks of her 
bobbing ass with his hands. 

From Lily's viewpoint, she could see the pink clit nestling in the crevice 
directly before his throbbing, dripping cock. She thought she could detect 
even more juice dripping from the girl's parted cuntlips as she anticipated 
the good Reverend's next move. 

He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs all the way to the wetness of 
the girl's open pussy. Then he dropped his head with glee to the smooth, 
oval buttcheeks. He kissed them with fervor, letting his tongue trail down 
to tease the shadowed crack between them. Lily could see the girl's 
pussylips straining around the pink, hair-lined hole as his thumbs pulled at 
the softly giving flesh the hair covered. His fingers probed at the 
throbbingly hungry, wet opening like teasing prongs. 

The girl groaned beneath him, her mouth open as three fingers worked around 
and around deep inside her wide-split cunt. 

Lily watched in enraptured stillness as she made inroads with her own 
fingers, shoving the crotch of her panties far up her own hole. Before her 
the girl on the bed struggled to her knees, sending the rounded white orbs 
of her ass up to the Reverend's wildly aroused cock. 

The preacher shuffled forward until he was directly behind her wide spread 
thighs. His huge cock stood straight out, with its dripping head resting in 
the dark crack of her open asscheeks. 

"You're beautiful, my child. Truly beautiful. Your cunt, your ass, your 
whole body is truly a small piece of perfection in this otherwise fucked-up 
world. Do you want me to give you salvation through sin, my child?" 

"I want you to fuck me, Reverend. I want your cock," the girl moaned. "Stick 
it in. 

"Oh, I will," he said, as his eyes roamed triumphantly over the young girl's 
helplessly needing body. "Appease me, my child, with a small favor. 

"What...? Oh, shit, hurry!" 

"Spread your fuck cheeks for my cock," he said, his grin turning into a leer 
of pure lust. 

Her hands moved hesitantly back under her body and gently stroked the 
hardness of his bobbing cock between her thighs. With one hand she pried 
apart the cheeks of her ivory ass and, with the other, she hesitantly placed 
the tip of his cock against the tight, seeping mouth of her trembling young 
cunt. 

Lily's own cunt quivered eagerly as she watched his cock begin probing and 
working against the girl's twat lips. The Reverend's muscles stood but in 
relief as he strained forward. Slowly, his gigantic cock wormed its way 
between her tight, puffy labias. 

The young girl's face contorted from the first ravishment of her upraised 
cunt, but his hands on her hips and his pressing thighs forced her back 
against his body. With a loud cry of pure lust he hugged her waving hips to 
him tightly and shoved with all his might. With a quick, final forward 
surge, his rampaging cock was buried to the root in her virgin cunt. 

He rammed into her tender pussy with hard, cruel thrusts. Lily could see the 
pinkly glistening cunt flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke. 
The girl flung her head from side to side. Her teeth were bared back over 
her lips in a strange combination of pain and joy. 

Lily was now ripping at her own pussy as her stepfather's cock pushed and 
pulled at the soft pink flesh surrounding the young girl's clasping, hot 
pussy. She also saw his eyes, and they both frightened and intrigued her. 
They were tinged with evil cruelty as he brutally began a series of wild, 
hard, cock-thrusts that sent his swollen prick again and again far into the 
girl's sucking, steaming cunt. 

His balls slapped against the top of her pussy, teasing her clitoris, as his 
prick filled her hole. The girl's tiny tits danced under her chest as her 
whole body picked up the rhythm of his fuck-thrusts and started to match 
them. 

Lily watched, her own cunt a seething volcano of fruitless passion, as the 
young girl lost her hold on human form. She became, instead, a quivering 
mass of lust-dominated flesh that begged to be hurt, to be fucked, to be 
subjugated. She was reveling in the full length of cock that steadily, 
without pause, reamed her tortured cunt. 

Lily's forehead was covered with perspiration from the fevered fucking 
taking place before her. Her mind was racing, accenting the fingers that 
jammed the thin crotch of her panties up her drooling cunt. A trickle of 
perspiration ran down between her huge, bobbing tits. Then another and 
another until the rounded mounds of her jugs where they swelled above her 
bra stuck wetly to her dress. 

Her free hand slipped up over her nipples where they pushed against the 
material. She pinched them sharply, causing a spasm of lust to explode in 
her cunt. Lily's fingers worked faster when she imagined her stepfather's 
burgeoning cock digging wetly into her own cunt instead of the other girl's. 
The thought sent another electric tinge deep into her belly, and she could 
feel the seeping wetness of her snatch increasing. Her heart was beating 
wildly. She was sure that it was loud enough for them to hear, even above 
the growls and moans of lustful passion they were making themselves as they 
fucked furiously on the bed. 

In front of her, Reverend Jerry's buttcheeks flexed and bunched as he humped 
himself hard against the hotly writhing ass of the young girl hunched 
dog-style in front of him. His thrusting rod of meat speared into her 
glistening young pussy like a piston. 

Lily could see the girl become more and more excited. Her passion gleamed 
through lust-crazed eyes as she started into the throes of her climax. 
Pantingly she screwed her ass back into the charging cock of her invader 
like an insane woman. 

"Yes, my child!" he shouted. "Come! COME ALL OVER MY FUCKING COCK!!" 

His tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked deep up into the nakedly waving 
buttcheeks from behind. Saliva dripped from his mouth onto her 
sweat-glistened back. 

"Oh God, God, I'm coming! I'm coming! I'M COMING!!" she screamed, and rammed 
her cunt wildly back over the full length of his cock. 

At the same moment he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm 
in quick, hard spurts deep in her clasping, coming fuck-hole. Though she 
didn't know quite what it was, Lily could feel her own come start as she saw 
the girl's smoothly curved young buttcheeks begin to contract as her cunt 
sucked the creamy cum from his spurting cock. Thick white jizz oozed from 
her tightly locked twat as it squeezed the huge hardened, bobbing cock. Thin 
trails of the sticky white cum ran down the ivory columns of her legs. The 
back of her thighs glistened with it. Between her thighs her beaver was 
displayed, soaking with her own cunt juices and his cum. 

And then the girl pitched forward on the bed, face down, completely 
unconscious. The rapidly deflating cock of Reverend Jerry slipped from her 
mauled cuntal passage. Smiling and groaning he dropped his face to her 
widespread crotch and licked at the white sticky cum, his own cum that oozed 
from her quivering gash. He lapped at it hungrily until at last there was no 
more. 

Then he turned her body over and struggled up until he could straddle her 
torso between his legs. His seeping, partially slack cock hung directly over 
her young, innocent face. 

"Now, little girl," he hissed, "I'm going to baptize you." 

He took his cock in his fist and started pumping furiously on it. Back and 
forth, back and forth, faster and faster his hand went until it was just a 
blur in front of Lily's fascinated eyes. 

The lewdness of the scene, her stepfather's intentions, goaded Lily on to 
abuse and punish her cunt ever harder. Her heavy tits hung down, their 
nipples bursting against the material of her bra and dress, as they swayed 
heavily and excitedly beneath her slavishly kneeling body. Electric tingles 
of pleasure shot through her nerves as she pictured herself, legs spread 
wide, twisting and writhing nakedly under the pummeling cock of her 
stepfather. 

Her hole colored crimson as she felt her approaching. She hung for a moment, 
teetering on the edge of release, her whole body vibrating from the effect 
of her own hand on her own cunt. 

And then the white-hot juices of her pussy secretions gushed warmly around 
her rummaging fingers, covering the palm of her hand, and running down her 
tensed inner thighs and legs to drip on the floor under her bobbing ass. 

Her come continued unabated as she heard her stepfather growl deep in his 
throat and saw his cock spurt great steams of hot, white jizz over the 
sleeping girl's face. More and more of the hot fuck-cream poured through the 
pumping shaft of his prick until it seemed as though he would drown the 
innocent girl with his cum. 

Lily sighed contentedly and started to roll back to the floor in exhaustion 
when she heard an ear-splitting roar and felt herself being lifted high into 
the air. Suddenly she was flying backward. She landed, with a hard, loud 
thump, against the wall of the narrow passageway. 

Through bleary, pain-racked eyes she saw the giant hulk of a man enter the 
room with her stepfather and the girl. Raised high in his hand was a 
shotgun. 

"That's my daughter, you fake, phony son-of-a-bitch!" the huge man screamed. 

Lily heard just the roar of the shotgun before she passed out. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Somehow the aftermath got through to Lily, even though it remained foggy in 
her mind. Everything seemed to happen around her, but it all seemed to 
penetrate her being like a fuzzy dream. 

The wild man had indeed been the young girl's irate father. He hadn't waited 
for any explanation of sin and redemption from Reverend Jerry. He just took 
one look at the preacher pouting jizz all over his daughter's face and blew 
him into eternity with both barrels of the powerful shotgun. 

Somehow Willie Dee and the police had arrived at the same time. They took 
the girl and her father away and then carried what was left of the good 
reverend out in plastic bags. 

Willie was everywhere, giving the press an explanation, taking care of Lily, 
begging the police not to blame her or him for the reverend's fall from 
grace, and nipping from a flask he had hid in his coat. 

He also managed to cancel the evening's services, pack all the equipment, 
and convince the hulking sheriff that his commands would be carried out 
post-haste and to the letter. 

The commands were: "We don't like this kind of thing happening around here. 
Damn bunch of perverts coming into my county, raising hell, fuckin' young 
girls... You understand, boy?" 

"Yes, sir," Willie replied. 

"So you get your ass in that truck and get the fuck outta my county!" 

"Oh yes, sir. I'll do that, sir." 

"And take that cunt with you." 

"Yes, sir . . . yes, sir." 

"In fact, you keep on goin' till you get clear out of the fuckin' state, you 
understan' that?" 

"Yes, sir. Yes, sir, I sure do sir. You better believe it." 

They drove for three days and nights until were deep into Texas, stopping 
only to eat and now and then for Willie to sleep. They talked very little 
and said less. 

The fact that her stepfather was dead disturbed Lily hardly at all. Most of 
her thoughts through those long days and nights were taken up with two 
things. First, the realization that, even though she hadn't really 
experienced the sin of sex, she now knew what it was all about and she 
wanted to; somehow she figured out that it fuckng felt that good, it 
couldn't be a sin. Second, she was wondering what she was going to do to 
keep body and soul together. 

Finally, on the evening of the third day they arrived in a small Texas town 
where Willie claimed he could get a good price for the tent, the truck, and 
all the rest of the equipment. 

Lily stayed mum, holding her peace, until they were settled into the motel 
rooms. Then she left her own room and knocked on Willie's door. 

"Yeah?" 

"It's me. 

"I'm busy ... Come back in about an hour." 

"No... I want to talk to you," Lily said, her voice rising in inflection and 
volume as it became more insistent. 

"God damn it, later, I said." 

"NO!" she finally shouted. "NOW! It's important, Willie. Let me in." 

"Son-of-a-fuckin'-bitch," she heard him mumble through the door. 

A minute later a fat, worse-for-wear, fortish blonde came out. Giving Lily a 
sidelong contemptuous glance, she sidled away from the motel. Over her 
shoulder, Lily heard the woman say, "Goddamn kids, giving it away ... a 
working girl can't make a living any more." 

Lily entered the room. It was in semidarkness, with the television picture 
blinking out the only light. The sound was off, adding to the eerie quality 
of the barren room. 

Willie lay in his shorts on a rumpled bed. A bottle of whiskey sat, along 
with a bucket of ice, on the bedside stand. 

"Sorry I ain't dressed," Willie said. "I wasn't expecting company." 

"It's all right. Hope I didn't interrupt anything." "You know damn well you 
did. But, what the hell, ten minutes later and you would have cost me twenty 
bucks." 

"Then I did you a favor," Lily said, moving to the bed. "She was a dog. Can 
I have a drink?" 

"You're kiddin'," Willie said. 

"Wanna bet?" she said, not missing the light that popped into his eyes when 
she sat beside him on the bed and let her skirt hike up to a very revealing 
part of her smooth thigh. 

"Help yourself," he said, pulling his eyes back up to hers. 

She poured herself the first drink of whiskey she had ever had in her life. 
She took a big swallow and forced it down without gagging. Smiling at him, 
she took a second knowing that what she was about to do needed all the help 
the false courage of the whiskey could give her. 

"First of all, I want to thank you for handling everything the way you 
did."' 

"It's all right. I plan on getting paid for it. I'm taking half of what we 
get when we sell," he said, lighting a cigarette. He held the pack up to 
her. "You taking up smokin', too?" 

"Thanks," she said, surprising him further by pulling one from the pack and 
lighting it with a flourish. "There's a lot of things I'm going to start 
taking up. I don't want to see everything go. I don't want to sell. I want 
to go on." 

"With the Church of the Road?" he said. 

"You're nuts. Who'd do the preaching?" "I would." 

"What?" 

"Why not? I've heard it from him so many times I could recite the whole 
thing in my sleep. Besides, they all come to see my body anyway see my tits 
sticking out in the tight, fuckin' gowns he made me wear." 

She almost laughed aloud at the effect her words had on him. His eyes grew 
large and round, while the drink spilled in his suddenly shaking hand. 

She openly looked at his near naked body. Up and down she let her eyes 
travel over his exposed flesh. For a rummy, drunk musician and con man over 
forty, he still had a pretty good body. Absently, she wondered if his cock 
was as big as Reverend Jerry's. 

"No way," he finally said when he regained his composure. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean," he said, tamping the cigarette out in the ashtray, "that you 
couldn't pull it off." 

"Why not?" 

"Because you don't know what it's all about. The faithful for instance. 
They're suckers. Jerry knew how to con 'em. He wasn't selling salvation. He 
was sellin' sin-you for the men, him for the women. It was all a game an' he 
knew just how to play it for all it was worth." 

"He didn't fuck all the women ... did he?" Lily asked coldly. 

"No," Willie replied, suddenly breaking into great gasps of laughter, "but 
he sure as hell tried!" 

"I can do it," she said, returning his level gaze with one of her own. 

"You know ... you just might be able to. But I'll pass." 

"I know how valuable you are, Willie. I need you. I swear I can handle the 
crowds, but I don't know how to get 'em in the tent in the first place. You 
do." 

"Nah," he said. "I been thinkin' about going straight. There's a rock group 
on the coast needs an arranger." 

"Will anything change your mind?" she said, leaning over to extinguish her 
own cigarette and set her drink on the stand. 

Out of the corner other eye she saw the longing look on his face as he 
stared down the long, dark valley between her huge jugs when their weight 
fell together in the low-cut blouse. 

Without realizing it, he had answered her question with his eyes. 

"How long had the type of thing been going on like I watched with that young 
girl?" Lily asked, straightening up and breathing deeply, forcing her 
monumental knockers to thrust outward in proud, full-blown glory, their 
nipples like small second tits where they swelled the flimsy material. 

"As long as I knew him," Willie said, his breath starting to come in quicker 
gasps as his eyes drank in her blonde beauty, and the voluptuousness of. her 
figure. "And probably forever before that." 

"Even when he lived with my mother?" "Yes," Willie said, and after a 
thoughtful silence added, "and once in a while she did, too-I mean with 
other men. Sometimes in a group together." 

Rather than shock Lily, the knowledge thrilled her. It also angered her that 
for so many years she had missed so much fun just so she could make a legend 
out of herself for them. 

"Did you ... did you ever join in with them. When they did all that?" 

"Yes . . . often." 

"Did you . . ever fuck my mother?" 

"Yes. Many times." 

"Was she good, Willie? Was my mother a good fuck for you?" Lily asked, now 
looking back directly into his eyes, mesmerizing him with her own exquisite 
blonde beauty. 

"The best," he said. "The very best. Sometimes I think about her and I think 
I might have even been in love with her." 

Again Lily leaned towards him, her boobs bulging like white melons above her 
dress, her eyes two blue diamonds of fiery desire. 

You want to fuck me now or later, Willie? To tell you the truth, I've always 
wanted to fuck you. 

"I . . . I . .. I don't want to," he said. "It won't do any good, Lily. I'm 
gonna split. I swear it, I'm leavin'." 

Lazily seductively, Lily leaned closer so that her large, firm young jugs 
almost touched his chest. 

"There's no use trying to kid me, Willie. I can see it in your eyes, in the 
way you look at my tits, at my body. You want me. I can see how much you 
want me. I can see it by the big bulge there in your shorts. You've got a 
hard-on just thinking about fucking me. You can't deny it, Willie. Your big 
cock sticking out like that gives you away." 

Her obscene words, her bold actions, sent Willie's mind into, a tailspin. It 
was true. He had lain awake nights after the crazy evening services, and 
after turning down women from the town they played, thinking of nothing but 
Lily's creamy young body. 

Seeing her there so close, so available and inviting, with her melon like 
tits nearly in his sweating face, caused a quickening of his pulse. Hot 
tingles of desire shot through his loins; his cock jumped into even further 
arousal in his shorts. His eyes were fastened on the rise and fall of her 
tits, on the softly swelling mound of her tight young cunt in the flimsy 
material and the wild ecstasy it offered. 

Breathing heavily herself, Lily pressed her young, hot body tightly against 
Willie. Her mouth found his and ground hard against it. He tried to resist, 
tried to force her mouth away from his, but he seemed to have no strength or 
real will to oppose her. Her hot, wet tongue lashed between his lips, a ton 
of desire blending against his own. She fucked his mouth with her tongue 
until he returned the pressure. 

She pulled her head back up from his and sighed deeply. "Willie," she said, 
and pressed his hands over her boobs. She felt an aching for him suddenly 
rise from the closeness of his near-naked body. It quickly swelled into a 
crescendo of desire. She reached down and closed her hand gently aver his 
pulsing cock. 

That did it. 

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down to him. His lips locked on 
hers, his tongue probed the moistness of her mouth, his teeth rubbed hard 
against hers in the firmness of the intense embrace. 

Lily's reply was swift and to the point. Her own tongue snaked between his 
teeth, pushed hard against his and swirled in desire around his mouth. Her 
arms clamped together behind his back. Their mutual passions came together 
like twin bolts of instant lightning. In a moment they were ground together, 
breath coming had and fast, their bodies aching to touch, to burrow into one 
another. 

The two of them suddenly yearned to be totally naked, to fuck each other in 
a blinding rage of savage passion. 

 Lily tried to slow herself, to ease her frantic impatience just a little, 
in order to keep the upper hand. But it was useless. A man's touch, his 
stiff cock running hotly along her thighs, the feel of his hard meat on her 
smooth soft flesh sent rippling chills of desire through her body. 

Her nipples were firm and jutting. She could feel them burning against the 
taunt fabric of her bra. The garment suddenly felt very tight. She yearned 
for his fingers to strip it from her eagerly writhing body. 

Still locked as if in combat, they rolled together on the bed. His lips left 
the sweetness other mouth and traced a path of warm kisses across her cheek 
to her neck. His hand crept up the long, smooth length of her inner thigh. 
Slowly but surely he eased his fingers closer to the soft furry mound of her 
virgin cunt. 

Lily was moaning audibly now, barely able to breathe. She came alive with 
explosive, animal desire. Every pore in her young body was filled with lust. 
Just his fingers and the palm of his hand brushing across her beaver was 
driving her insane with desire. 

His fingers curled under the elastic of her panties and peeled them down her 
legs. Then came her dress. She lay still, her breath coming in fast, heaving 
swallows as he unfastened the bra and slowly pulled it from the matching 
swells of her proudly jutting, voluptuously rounded young fits. The deep, 
tempting cleavage between them drew his eyes like a magnet. 

"Oh, Jesus, sweet Jesus, Lily. Your tits... they're beautiful." 

"Touch them," she sighed. "Touch and suck them!" 

His hands worked over the heaving slope of her wondrous boobs. She shivered 
with anticipation and excitement at the sensation of his touch. His hands 
probed downward into the soft, warm furrow between her tits, between the 
throbbing, heaving globes of her young, eager fits. 

Each of his opened palms momentarily caressed the ripened swells of both her 
naked jugs, squeezed her hardened nipples. A chill of excitement raced down 
her naked spine to the warmly moist gash between her thighs. 

He raised up on his elbows and let his eyes roam over her long-limbed, 
full-breasted beauty. She smiled up at him and let her own fingers playfully 
skip across her tits She lifted the full, ripe mounds like fruit and offered 
the thin, pink nipples invitingly to her new-found lover. 

"Hurry, Willie, hurry! I want it. I can't stand it much longer. Hurry!" 

He moved his body between her thighs and placed her hand around his cock. It 
felt huge, massive in its length and thickness. She put both hands on his 
cock and squeezed. His dick throbbed with a life of its own, filling both 
her fists. 

Suddenly she was scared. The training of her stepfather came to the fore and 
she felt her body tense in revulsion. Suddenly she was too scared to fuck 
too afraid of what that huge cock could do to her virgin cunt. 

"No," she said, trying to push his body from her. 

"What?" 

"What are you talkin' about?" he said, his face now contorting into a mask 
of anger. 

"Oh, God, Willie. I can't. I'm scared!" 

"Bullshit you can't. I'm going to fuck you." NO!" 

"Goddamn, but you are!" he shouted menacingly. "You're too fuckin' hot now 
to stop, an' so am I." He moaned as his lips kissed her face and neck. His 
eyes remained hard and cruel with the greed of desire. "I'm going to fuck 
you like you shoulda been fucked a long time ago. And you're gonna squirm 
when my cock sinks up into your cunt." 

His words served to excite her even mare, but still she was afraid. She lay 
frozen under his body. He knelt down between her limply spread thighs and, 
with his thumbs, drew the pink lips of her pussy slowly apart. He moaned 
anew at the sight of her exposed cunt walls and dropped his head between her 
thighs. Savagely, he buried the full length of his slippery tongue in the 
warm moistness of her open gash. 

"Ohhh, God, please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her 
buttcheeks back down from the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at 
her tender box. Tiny goose bumps rippled across her quivering belly and 
full, heaving jugs. She sobbed helplessly because, in spite of her revulsion 
and fear, she felt her body giving in. Her asscheeks jerked back 
involuntarily at the darting tongue sending helpless spasms of delicious 
sensation coursing through the raw nerves of her open cunt. 

"Your pussy tastes good, Lily, so good. Relax and enjoy it, baby." 

Her passionately aroused cunt jerked spasmodically and began to slowly move 
up against his tongue. She quivered as the tantalizing tip invaded her 
swollen gash. She whirled her butt in small circles. "Yes, yes," she hissed. 
"Lick it! Suck it!" 

She had never known anything like this feeling before. It was different, it 
was wicked, it consumed the whole of her being. There was nothing else now 
but the lashing tongue licking up through her juicy split. Wild thoughts of 
the fuck scene she had seen between her stepfather and the young girl 
flashed through her mind. Now she, Lily, knew what it felt like. She reveled 
in its tingling joy until she thought her entire body would explode. 

Willie sensed her total surrender. He withdrew his tongue from the trembling 
walls of her cunt. Slowly he raised his head and felt the soft, silky pussy 
hair brush tantalizingly against his cheeks. He smiled as he looked down and 
saw her grind her asscheeks in a slow, hypnotic, upward rhythm in a vain 
effort for more of his cunt-lapping tongue. 

"Spread your legs out, honey. Now you're gonna get my cock." 

Quivering, half in fear and half in anticipation, Lily realized that her 
body was responding with a will all its own. She opened her thighs wider 
apart. He dropped one hand down between their bodies and took his throbbing 
prick shaft in it. He guided it forward and used the thick cockhead to part 
the full, fleshy lips of her pussy. 

She turned her head to the side of the bed and closed her eyes as she felt 
his knob contact the sensitive edges of her heated young cunt. 

"Qhhh, Jesus... Oh, my God," she groaned as she felt the first pressure 
against the tight, elastic mouth of her virgin cunt. 

"Now!" he said, and pushed. 

She coughed and grunted as the hard, rubbery cock-tip slipped through her 
gash. It stretched the tight skin of her cherry until Lily thought her 
thighs were splitting apart from the pressure. 

"Oh, Jesus, God, you're hurting me! Stop! Oh, shit, it hurts! You're 
splitting me apart with it! Take it back out!" 

But there was no stopping his cock once it had tasted the sweetness of her 
soft pussy. With a contorted gleam of raw lust in his eyes, he smashed his 
full weight down upon her body. He thrust his hips forward and his long, 
thick cock surged mercilessly up into the helpless spread-eagled body 
beneath him. 

The head and barrel of his cock disappeared up into the soppy hole of her 
cunt with a loud, sticking sound. It pushed the soft flesh of her cunt walls 
before it and broke her cherry as if it were thin paper. There was no 
stopping him until, with a loud cry of victory, his balls smacked loudly 
against the upturned cheeks of her beautiful, tightly clenched ass. 

"Oh, shit, you're killing me, you bastard!" she screamed. 

She had never been so filled in her life. His cock felt as though it had 
ripped her belly in half. It rested deep in her cunt, filling every inch of 
her steaming hale. 

He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Lily also lay still, 
afraid to move for fear of the pain it would cause in her shattered pussy. 
Neither made a sound for a long time. Then she felt a throb deep inside her 
cunt. The head of his cock surged and seemed to grow as he flexed it inside 
her pussy. 

He began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. He could feel the tight, 
narrow passage relaxing and widening slightly with each short, smooth stroke 
of his cock. 

Slowly the pain abated. Lily's flesh began to react of its own accord. There 
seemed to be no more reason to fight the flames of desire that darted 
through her. Her whole body started to twitch and writhe beneath him. She 
groaned as she felt his cock slide in and out of her bloody sheath. She 
lifted her face and shoved her tongue with sudden and complete abandon deep 
into his mouth. 

Low groans of passion came from deep in her chest. Her face contorted with 
desire instead of pain. A light sheen of perspiration brake out on her 
forehead. She spread her thighs wider apart. 

She felt with delight the massive head of his cock as it tore at and reamed 
her cunt. The bushy crotch hair around the base of his cock brushed 
tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her thighs and against her 
blonde muff. She wrapped her arms around his so that her tits were squeezed 
tightly to his chest. Slowly, she began to rotate her butt upward, sending 
the soaking sheath of her cunt over the rampaging shaft of his cock. She 
felt the pounding dick expand each time it slapped into her hole. 

Then nothing mattered but fucking. 

It was good. It felt good. She wanted cock and she wanted to get fucked. 

Lily wanted to come. And she wanted Willie to come. She wanted to feel his 
jizz being shot up into her lusting body. The wild ache of her newly 
discovered arousal filled her with desire. 

"Fuck me, Willie! Pound your cock into me!" she urge, undulating her hips up 
against his body. 

She wanted him to split her cunt open and drawn her in his spunk. She could 
feel a soggy wetness building in the seam of her ass and there was no longer 
any pain. There was only a feeling of being filled, filled as she had never 
been filled before. She ground up against his cock happily as she felt it 
throb into a hugeness that could only mean that he was soon going to shoot. 

"Oh fuck, yes! Yes, fuck me hard, Willie! Fuck me hard and fast! Give your 
cock to me!" she shouted gasping out the words. 

She was approaching her own orgasm, and her young body had become something 
like an animal, no longer innocent or human as she writhed and contorted, 
straining to spread her legs even wider apart and wrap them around his 
lunging body. 

She swung her thighs up and clasped his hips with the backs of her calves, 
winding her tapered legs all the way around his body. Her ankles locked 
tightly together high on his sweaty back, With a scream she thrust her 
hungry cunt up and over the full length of his slippery, plunging cock. 

Lily was almost ready to come. She could feel the intense pressure building 
around the throbbing bud of her clitoris. Sweat was pouring from her body as 
she strove wildly for her come. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, 
her whole body quivered in abandoned ecstasy. The cords of her neck suddenly 
tightened and she felt her muscles knotted into rigidity with the 
unmistakable signs. 

"I... I'm there! I'm coming like a fucking house afire! Fuck faster! Fuck me 
harder, harder!" she pleaded, in a voice shrill with passion, 

Her hands clasped desperately behind his wildly driving butt, pulling his 
prick in a wild frenzy deeper and deeper into her cunt. Her pussy juice 
flowed wetly out around his driving cock, flowing down the crack of her 
buttcheeks and flooding his balls as they bounced against her puckered 
asshole. 

Then Willie clamped his mouth tightly down on hers, starting a long, low 
groan that swelled to a shout as he began spewing his hot sperm deep up into 
her slippery cunt passage. 

It was her first feel of male cum and she loved it. It felt deliciously 
wonderful as it shot up into her hungrily yielding young cunt and belly in 
great gushing waves. The hot, wet walls of her twat clasped and unclasped 
desperately, milking at the jerking cock like a sucking, starving mouth. Her 
head whirled in depraved joy as the hot, powerful bursts surged wildly into 
her, filling her to overflowing with sticky whiteness. 

At last their bodies relaxed and he rolled over by her side. "Jesus, you're 
good, Lily. But then, I always knew you would be. Was my cock good for you? 
Did I give you enough?" 

"More than enough," she breathed, kissing his neck. "Now will you stay?" 

"You know I will," he smiled. "I'll do anything you want me to." 

A week later Lily stepped onto the stage and into the lights as the head of 
her own traveling revival meeting. 

Willie could see that she was a natural right from the first word. She lay 
on the fire and brimstone heavy and the crowd loved it. They were also 
mesmerized by her radiant blonde beauty. The nights of fucking and sucking 
on Willie's cock had brought a quality to her face and her bearing that left 
no doubt that she had become a total woman. When she talked of sex and sin, 
every man, and a lot of the women, slobbered with wild thoughts that maybe, 
just maybe, she might sin with them so they could be saved when she forgave 
them. 

The gown she wore was even tighter and lower cut than the ones Reverend 
Jerry had designed for her. The huge, fleshy globes of her tits, with a dark 
valley of cleavage between them, combined with her long, flowing golden 
hair, gave her the appearance of a goddess. 

The collection plates had to be emptied twice before they reached all the 
people. 

And in the very last row a male counterpart of Lily's blonde perfection 
pulled a card from his wallet. Embossed in flowing script across the face of 
the card was his name Steven Faith. He flipped it over and wrote on the 
back, "I must talk to you. I think God has a master plan that had brought us 
to this place at the same time." 

He then wrapped the card in a hundred dollar bill and dropped it in the 
collection plate as it was passed by. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Who is he?" Lily asked, sipping wine across the table from Willie with the 
card laying in front of her. 

"He's a big gun from L.A. Used to have his own tabernacle out there. 
Something happened fraud or something. He got indicted. Beyond that I don't 
know. But I do know he's dangerous." 

"I think I should see him." 

"Believe me, I know about this, Lily. No! Now get dressed. We'll be late." 

She knew she had been good that night. But she also knew she still had a lot 
to learn in order to get a big following and stay out of trouble at the same 
time. Willie knew the tricks. She decided to bow to his experience. Bow, 
that is, until she was in a position to run the whole show herself. 

"What if this woman doesn't give us the money tonight?" 

"She will. Believe me. I talked to her after the services. She will. She 
knows a good thing when she sees one." 

"But if she doesn't, maybe this Steven Faith 

"He can't. He's a phony, a fraud," Willie said, his lip turning into a 
petulant pout. 

"Aren't we?" 

"Yeah, honey," he replied, "but we haven't been caught. He has. You're 
great, Lily. I mean out there tonight, It could feel it. You've got it. I 
mean really got it. You could go all the way to the top-television, healing, 
the whale number." 

"Willie, I think you're jealous." 

"Maybe. A little," he admitted. "But you don't know this Steven Faith. I've 
seen him work. He hypnotizes people. He's a real operator." 

"I can take care of myself, Willie. I'm grown up now, remember?" 

"Excuse me, but your trailer door was ajar. 

Lily looked up, and up and up. He was far over six feet tall, with shoulders 
that completely filled the doorway. The face was handsome, with chiseled 
features that made him appear like every girl's dream of the ideal movie 
star. A white, neatly pressed linen suit covered his trim, lean frame right 
down to the highly polished, expensive Italian boots. 

When their eyes met, it seemed as though currents of electricity flowed in 
waves between them. The spark was there and it transmitted itself without 
words and movement. 

Lily could feel the band in her panties that stretched' across her warm 
pussy becoming moist as she felt the animal magnetism flow toward her from 
his eyes and his body. "You're Steven Faith," she said matter of factly, not 
letting her eyes drop from his intense stare. 

"And you're Lily-the answer to the prayers of the faithful." 

"Come in!" 

"Lily," Willie said, rising from the table. "I still don't think-" 

"Willie, don't you think you ought to call that woman you mentioned and tell 
her that we'll be a little late?" 

"All right, god damn it. But don't say I didn't warn you." 

The door slammed angrily behind him and Steven Faith oozed into his vacated 
chair. 

"He seems a little put out." 

"Willie is very overprotective of me," Lily said. "Would you like some 
wine?" She leveled her eyes with his, letting her gaze match the obvious 
sexual intensity that she saw so clearly radiating in his eyes. 

"Do you have anything stronger?" 

"Bourbon?" 

"Fine. With branch water-just a splash." He was silent for a moment as she 
moved to fix the drinks. When he spoke again, his voice changed. It was more 
to the point, strident, almost demanding an immediate answer to any question 
it posed. "Am I interrupting anything?" 

"Just a meeting with a woman. Vic... something." "Victoria Marsh?" 

"Yes," Lily said, "I think that was her name." "She's a money woman. Likes 
to invest in sure things. She found you fast," he said. 

"Willie wants to go right to the Coast. He says I can get national 
recognition faster out there. It'll take money." She finished the drink and 
handed it to him. As he took it, he held her hand and looked up into her 
eyes. 

"You're good," he said, "but I think I can make you great." 

"How?" 

"Look for yourself." 

He stood beside her and turned both their bodies around. She looked into the 
full-length mirror across the room and gasped. They made a magnificent 
couple. Together they looked like twin golden gods just descended from 
Olympus. 

"You see," he said, "we're beautiful. In fact, made for each other. 

"You know, I think you're right," she replied, turning up to him with a wide 
grin on her face. "Willie says you're broke." 

"Willie's right. But I've got what you haven't. You can con the men, but I 
can con the women. You'll need them, too." 

"Maybe you should go see this Victoria," Lily said. 

He threw back his head and laughed, long and loud. "Oh, no, my child." 

"Don't ever call me that!" she said, remembering her stepfather and the 
insidious way he had treated her. 

"Sorry," he said. "No, my sweet little thing. Victoria is one woman I would 
have no control over. I'm afraid my obvious sexual attributes would have no 
effect on Victoria at all. No, you'll do far better with her than I." 

"All right," Lily said, a sudden, determined set to her jaw. "Then I'll go." 

"If I know anything at all about Victoria's tastes, you're bound to get the 
money," he said. 

"What do you mean?" 

"You mean you don't know what...? Never mind. What about your friend?" 

"Willie? I can handle him. 

"I'll bet you can." he smiled, and turned his body into hers. "We'll leave 
for Los Angeles in the morning. We can stop on the way and get married. 

"Where, my dear," he said, his handsome features breaking into a wide grin, 
"we have the honeymoon. Providing you have any strength left after 
Victoria." 

The apartment was big, beautiful, and expensive. So was Victoria Marsh. She 
was about forty, with large, full tits that matched Lily's in size and 
structure. Her hair was red and piled high on her head, capping an angular 
face that was strangely beautiful yet alarmingly cruel. 

"So you're Jerry's little girl?" the woman said, drinking in Lily's body 
with her eyes. Her scrutiny was very much like a man's. 

"Yes, ma'am," the girl replied. "I'm Lily Turpin. But he was my stepfather 
and I'm not at all like him. I plan on being successful." 

"Ho ho!" the woman said, filling the room with a ringing laugh. "The girl 
has spirit and wit as well as beauty, Willie. It should be a good party." 

"It looks more like a business conference," Lily said, looking around the 
room. "I don't see many guests." 

"You're the guest, my dear," said the older woman. "The guest of honor. How 
much did you say you would need, Willie?" 

"I figure about twenty thousand, Miss Marsh," Willie said nervously. 

"That's probably ten more than you really need but. . well, we'll see," she 
replied. "Why don't you go on into the den and draw up the papers while Lily 
and I talk over her talents. . . and obvious attributes." 

"Yes, ma'am, I'll do that," Willie said. As he passed Lily, he squeezed her 
arm tightly and whispered, "Be good for her, kid. Just relax and love it." 

Lily didn't know exactly what he meant, but hints had come into her thinking 
from the looks being given her by the older woman. 

"Come, Lily," Victoria Marsh said when Willie had left the room, "sit here 
by me. Would you like some sherry?" 

"Please." 

She handed the girl a glass and drew her legs up under her body so the split 
in her dress revealed the creamy whiteness of her full, fleshy thighs 
completely to Lily's stare. 

"This is a dangerous business, Lily," she said. "You have to know how to 
handle yourself at all times." 

"I know." 

"You also have to know how to pick your friends." 

"I know that, too," Lily said, feeling a strange quiver in her body as the 
other woman kept shifting her sitting position, giving her more and more 
looks at exposed parts of her womanly body. 

"And you have to know how to treat those people who are your friends, Lily." 
Casually she reached over and placed her hand under Lily's heavy tit. She 
bounced the pendulous globe in her hand as if to test its weight. "You have 
a beautiful body. Lily." 

"So do you, Miss Marsh," Lily said, moving slightly away. 

"Thank you," the woman said, and followed Lily's heavy boob with her hand. 

"Please. . . please don't do that, Lily said, and removed the hand from her 
tit. As it had been with her first man; Willie, the touch and proximity of 
this woman confused her. She was torn again between revulsion and sexual 
excitement. She cursed Willie silently for not warning her exactly what to 
expect from this older, wiser, more experienced woman, If he had, she could 
have at least prepared herself for it. 

"That's no way to treat a friend, Lily," Victoria said. "And I want to be 
your friend. I love to feel a woman's soft hand on my tits. Do you want to 
touch my breasts? You can." 

"I... No, I don't think so." 

"You said you found me attractive." 

"Yes . . . but 

"I do have a beautiful body, Lily," she said. "Not as young and taut as 
yours, but I'm proud of it. 

I take care of my body. You should never deny your body, Lily. Always give 
it what it wants." 

Lily didn't know what to say. The woman's words were exactly the words she 
had been telling herself. Victoria's voice seemed to be mesmerizing her as 
it droned on. 

"Have you had sex yet, Lily?" 

"I.. . uh . . . yes." 

"Good. It would be hard for you to radiate as much sex and appeal on the 
stage as I saw tonight unless you had experienced it yourself. But.. . I 
suppose it was with a man?" 

"Yes." 

"Did he stick his cock up your cunt and come? Did he rub the head of his 
dick over your body? Men are such beasts, Lily. All they know is stick their 
fat pricks in a woman and come. They don't know how to really enjoy sex 
like, like women know how to enjoy sex. Have you ever made love with a 
woman?" 

There, Lily thought, now it's out She wants to make love. Damn, if only 
Willie had warned me. Just hinted at what to expect "No ... I haven't. I 
wouldn't know what to do," Lily said, her voice rising in tone with a touch 
too much stridency in the delivery. 

"Believe me, Lily," Victoria said, standing before the girl and lowering her 
voice to a husky growl, "you'll never regret it with a woman. Compared to a 
man, woman to woman lovemaking is exciting and comforting as well as wild 
and - 

With no warning she slipped a catch on the back of her dress. The garment 
slithered from her mature, voluptuous body. It fell in a tiny pile around 
her ankles. With a slight kick she flipped it across the room and sat back 
down beside Lily on the sofa. 

"Miss Marsh, I don't think..." 

"You're not disappointed, are you?" the woman asked almost shyly, spreading 
her thighs as she spoke. She lifted her butt slightly off the sofa, offering 
Lily a better look at the thin, smooth slit barely hidden by the band of her 
panties. "You don't look like you are." She deliberately lowered her eyes to 
where Lily had involuntarily been kneading her own tit. 

Lily tore her hand away, a flush of embarrassment reddening her face. 

Victoria looked her straight in the eye, smiling all the while, and lifted 
the soft, bulging mounds of her buttcheeks from the sofa. Gripping the 
fabric with her fingers, she slowly and provocatively peeled her panties 
down over her fleshy thighs. She raised herself higher til she cleared the 
rounded swell of her well-formed ass, then trailed the flimsy garment along 
the smoothness of her thighs. She lifted her legs high in the air, exposing 
her russet-colored beaver, and dropped the tiny garment beneath her. 

Her knees were held together like a shy, little girl. She then reached in 
back of her and unhooked the elastic strap of her bra. With both hands 
cupping the huge fullness of her mature tits, she pulled the restraining 
cups away. The enormous soft globes sagged just a little as they left the 
support of the thin bra. Lily's eyes locked on the twin dark circles of her 
nipples, the slight roughness around the two thick, jutting peaks that stood 
out proud now, unrestrained and inviting. 

Again Lily's hands wandered to her own jugs as she saw the older woman lick 
the tip of a finger and lovingly rub the taut pinnacles of her large, full 
tits. Lily thought she saw the woman shiver as she recoiled slightly from 
her own delicate touch. The nipples grew harder and pulsed at the sensation. 

Lily looked down between the woman's thighs. They were parted. She felt as 
though she should be ashamed to be gazing so openly at this woman's wanton 
cunt. But, instead, there was only the feeling of warmth and desire that 
Victoria had said there would be. Lily felt a gnawing passion for this 
magnificent woman, a hunger that matched and surpassed what she had felt for 
Willie that first night that they had ticked. 

Victoria could sense what Lily felt, knew that the younger girl liked what 
she saw. The woman responded immediately with a wider spread to her firm 
thighs and an unobstructed view of her heated, trembling cuntlips. The inner 
walls of her huge snatch were now completely open to Lily's eager eyes. 

There was a thin line of moisture along the rim of her parted gash. A narrow 
trail of warm pussy juice flowing along the puffy furrow of the woman's 
gaping cunt. 

"You're beautiful," Lily said. The words just seemed to come to her lips. 
The girl felt like an adolescent again. She hated herself for giving away 
her eagerness. She also hated Willie for being the pimp that he was, but she 
had to admit to herself that looking up the woman's juicy pussy was turning 
her on like nothing had before. 

Lily restrained herself. In reality she wanted to drop to her elbows and 
knees and bury her lips in that soft, deliciously pulsating split. There 
wasn't any doubt in Lily's mind that this woman knew all there was to know 
about making love. And Lily, too, wanted to know, but she didn't want to 
seem too anxious. She remembered the money. 

Victoria grinned up at her coyly, measuring Lily's response as she moistened 
her ruby lips with the wet tip of her tongue. She laved her lips, rolling 
her tongue slowly from side to side. 

"Eat me, Lily. Put your face in my cunt and suck my juices!" 

Lily shook her head from side to side. 

"Eat me first, Lily," Victoria said, "and then I'll suck your cunt and your 
asshole. I'll make you come right through your asshole, Lily. You'd like 
that, wouldn't you?" 

"Yes. . yesss," Lily said, at last, feeling her own moisture start to creep 
from her cunt and soak her panties and skirt. 

"You're beautifully built, Lily," she said. "If all that isn't padding." 

"It isn't padding," Lily snorted. 

"Then let's see. Take your blouse off and let me see your tits." 

Lily hadn't worn a bra. She asked herself if she should, knowing that it 
wouldn't stop there, that once she undressed, she would have to go all the 
way. 

Lily pulled the blouse up over her head and threw it on the floor. 

"My God," Victoria said, letting just a touch of saliva drool from the 
corner of her mouth. The tantalizing sight of Lily's now nakedly vulnerable 
young boobs filled her with sensations of lust and need that she had never 
felt before. The tips of her full, ample jugs were almost as large as the 
full, sagging bottoms. Her turgidly tensed nipples were dark shadows that 
nearly covered the complete ends of her swaying tits. 

As she moved, her heavy, womanly boobs swayed bank and forth sensuously, 
nearly slapping against each other with their weight. 

Victoria took Lily by the hand and pulled her down to the floor. Together 
they rolled away from the sofa and sank into the heavy carpet. It felt like 
fleece on Lily's naked back. Victoria's legs were tangled around her own and 
the woman's soft muff tickled the outer part of one thigh as an expert hand 
unfastened and unwrapped her skirt until she lay with only her panties on 
her body. The woman's hands moved up to expertly caress her tits, applying 
just the right amount of kneading pressure to bring groans of pleasure from 
Lily's throat. 

The young girl knew she shouldn't give in so easily, but the woman was a 
master at her craft. She lowered her sensuous lips to Lily's and kissed her 
tenderly. The kiss was gentle, with the tongue probing insistently but never 
rough and demanding. She worked her free hand under Lily's butt until she 
could probe up and down at will in the smooth valley between her asscheeks, 
running the thin material of her panties right into the crack with the 
pressure. 

Lily became aroused beyond her wildest dreams. She forgot all thoughts of 
pushing the older woman away in the instant delirium of releasing sexual 
passion. Suddenly stimulation, satisfaction, and tenderness was what she 
wanted and she knew that this Lesbian woman, so many years her senior, could 
give it to her. 

"Do you want me, Victoria?" she cooed. 

"Yes. Oh, God, yes I want you, Lily. You're soft, and young, and beautiful. 
I want to do everything for you and to you." 

Lily quickly writhed out of the flimsy, wispy panties. "Those papers will be 
for a twenty thousand-dollar loan . . . won't they, Victoria?" 

Just a passing, tiny bit of irritation passed across the woman's eyes as if 
this had happened to her many times before. It left as quickly as it had 
come and she nodded in total agreement. 

The woman's fingers trailed lovingly up and down her pink slit, from the 
peak at her clitoris to the pucker of her asshole. Lily loosened the muscles 
of her bung and allowed Victoria's fingers to probe her brownie. The woman's 
nails lightly flicked across the tender outer skin, barely disturbing the 
silky hair, tickling them just enough to make jolts of passion course 
through her body. 

Victoria's head again moved over her rippling jugs. Skin over her whole. 
body quivered as the older woman's tongue left a trail of saliva around her 
globes and nipples. Then the hot mouth moved downward across her stomach and 
between her thighs, leaving a trail of warmth that didn't miss a bit of her 
skin. 

Lily groaned aloud as she felt the lips of her tender pussy being pried so 
skillfully apart. The hot, pointy tip of Victoria's tongue darted around and 
around the cuntlips, caressing and loving the juice-soaked soft skin around 
the throbbing clitoris. 

"Is that good, little love? Is my tongue good in your pussy?" 

"Yes, Victoria... Taste it, suck it! SUCK MY CUNT!" 

Two fingers slipped into her pussy and massaged the slick inner walls. When 
they were removed, the woman's tongue took their place. It felt like a thick 
spoon scooping the floor of her cunt and winding its pleasure-giving way 
'through the hot hole. 

Lily's fuse was well lit. She couldn't have stopped the tongue-fucking now 
even if she had wanted to. Her hips started a demanding, wild gyrating. 
Harder and faster the wet tongue went, foraging in and out of her pink slit 
like a man's hard cock. 

As Victoria's tongue continued to pound the inner cunt walls, she flattened 
the skin of her upper lip over her teeth to form a flat, hard surface to 
grind against the girl's hard clitoris. At the same time, two 
well-lubricated fingers entered Lily's bung easily and gave her the same joy 
there that they had given earlier to her cunt. 

Her cunt wanted this, Lily thought. Her cunt screamed for it then and there, 
she set her mind. She decided to give her cunt and her body whatever it 
asked for, no matter how hard it was to do. 

"Oh, fuck me!" she chanted. "Fuck me, Victoria! Tongue-fuck all the juice 
out of my fuck-hole!" 

Her eyes had rolled back as her head thrashed back and forth in the throes 
of passion. Her beautiful blonde hair spread out around her head on the 
carpet like a halo as she thrust her cunt up to the woman's eager lips. 

"Harder! Easter! Fuck me, god damn it, tongue fuck me harder!" Clutching the 
woman's hair, Lily pulled her wet face into the soaking mass of her cunt. 
Urgently, she thrust her pussy upward with her hips, telling Victoria with 
her actions that she wanted her to take more, more, more all of her cunt. 

The young girl's 1egs and thighs were spread as wide as they could go as. 
She willed with her body and her mind for her cuntlips to expand to their 
fullest and try to envelop all of Victoria's face between their wet, spongy 
flaps. 

And then she came. Without warning the cap was exploded off her violent 
desire. But it wasn't just a come, a blast furnace that was the searing heat 
of climax. It soared through every pore in the heated inner walls of her 
pussy. Her legs flew out and up, stiff as ramrods, as Victoria, sensing the 
cum, inserted two more fingers in her asshole and continued to scoop with 
adoring love at her cunt with her tongue. 

It wasn't momentary. It seemed to go on, and on, as Victoria, like the 
master she was, held the young girl right on the very peak of-passion, 
causing eruption after eruption to spill gush, after gush of cunt juice from 
her steaming gash. 

When that first come had barely subsided, Victoria struggled up and over 
Lily's body until their legs became two crisscrossed vees with their cunts 
at the apex. 

"Now, my little darling, I'm going to fuck you, Victoria groaned. 

Lily felt the woman's clitoris touch her own. Between them the lips of the 
two pussies clasped in wet suction. Their bodies moved in unison, riding 
each other's clasping, grinding cunts. 

"Yes! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Jesus, that's too goddamn good to be true!" 
Lily gasped as she came again. 

And still it didn't stop. 

Lily took Victoria by the ass and dragged her cunt around until it was 
directly in front of her face. 

"Yes, baby," Victoria said. "Take a taste. I was getting afraid you didn't 
like pussy. But you will. That's it, put your tongue right in it, little 
lover. Eat me!" 

Lily buried her head between Victoria's up thrust, quivering thighs. The 
redhead's willing pussy opened wide at the touch of the young, tender lips. 
Inhaling the strange combination of odors inside Victoria's seething cunt, 
Lily jammed her tongue between the pulpy lips and started to suck. She had 
never been so hot in her life, even when she had fucked Willie. She more 
than wanted to eat Victoria's pussy, she wanted to devour it. 

"Yes, baby," Victoria crooned, "you're getting there. That's it. . . that's 
how to eat cunt. Eat it, lover. Suck my fucking pussy! Lick the shit out of 
my ass! Eat, suck, fuck!" 

Lily was surprised, and pleased. The woman's cunt tasted even sweeter than 
she had dreamed possible. She spread the pussylips wider with her thumbs and 
scooped the cunt juices into her mouth with her driving tongue. 

The total penetration of her pussy by the cock-tongue drove Victoria wild. 
Her legs shot straight up from the floor and sagged apart until they could 
spread no more. She balled her fists and placed them under her butt to lift 
her pussy even higher. The older woman's flesh fairly rippled in delight as 
Lily's cock like tongue flew in and out of her throbbing, gushing hole. Its 
hard tip traced a path from the woman's clit to her asshole. 

Victoria applied all the pressure of her belly muscles to create a giant 
expansion in her cunt, Lily felt the walls pulling away so there was 
suddenly nothing inside the woman's twat but a vacuum. It drove her wild to 
be able to slosh her tongue around from side to side inside the redhead's 
pussy. The woman's beaver, slimy with mint juices, slithered across Lily's 
cheeks and chin, adding to the young girl's already maddening ecstasy. 

Again she rammed her tongue hard up Victoria's sucking pussy and felt her 
chin nuzzle the bung below it. She rammed the hardness of her teeth, 
buffered only by the thin flesh of her upper lip, against Victoria's 
throbbing clitoris. 

The older woman's hips became pistons under their own power as she felt them 
lunge upward and drive the girl's tongue on into her pussy. She felt the 
gushes of a small climax start and pour from her spread labias to flow 
downward and glue her thighs together in their descending wake. 

"I'm coming, honey! I'm coming good-real good! Don't stop! Keep sucking and 
tonguing, baby! For God's sake, don't stop!" 

The bittersweet juices rushed into Lily's mouth. The girl tasted and 
devoured them as she placed her hands on the woman's buttcheeks and spread 
them wide in preparation for the on-coming tide she knew would soon follow. 

"Oh, God, yes! I'm coming! Make it a big one for me, honey! Help me come 
good!" Victoria screamed, her whole body now writhing in lust-inflamed 
torment. "Stick your hand up my ass! Yes, that's it! No, honey not just a 
finger! I want your hand! PUT YOUR WHOLE FUCKING HAND UP MY ASS!!" 

Victoria's body became wilder and more frantic as the young girl carried out 
her wishes. 

"AAARGGggghhh! Yes, fuck me with your hand and your tongue at the same time! 
Oh, sheeeet, it's good! Tear me apart, honey I I love it!" 

Lily sucked and kneaded the throbbing clit with the hard tip of her driving 
tongue as she made a plunger out of her hand and jammed it in and out, as 
far as her wrist, in Victoria's willing asshole. 

"OH, FUCK ME! I'M BLOWING UP!!" Victoria screamed as she arched her back and 
corded every muscle in her body. She threw her cunt and her asshole against 
the multiple instruments of pleasure and pain with greed and lust. At last 
she exploded in the throbbing ecstasy of total release. Her cunt released 
its flood gates, pouring forth a stream of sticky twat-cream. 

The hot juice seared across Lily's tongue and seeped in waves down her 
throat. Slurping sounds came from her throat as she sucked and swallowed the 
cum from Victoria's cunt as fast as it came. 

At last, when the heaving body beneath her started to ease, Lily raised her 
head from the soggy pussy mound. She looked up between the heaving hugeness 
of Victoria's huge tits and smiled. 

The older woman returned her look through heavy-lidded, reddened eyes. She 
looked down between the mountains of her tits at Lily and lolled her thick 
tongue out between her lips. She ran the red tip around and around her lips 
in open invitation. 

My God, Lily thought, this woman can never get enough. But then, she mused, 
neither can I 

Her own juices still flowed like a miniature river from her puffy gash. They 
traced a path down her inner thighs as she swung her body up and over 
Victoria's boobs. She moved on up over the gathered mounds until her cunt 
was nearly resting on Victoria's chin. 

"That's it, baby," Victoria cooed. "Bring your beautiful cunt up here to 
Mama. Give it to me, baby. Give that pussy of yours to me so I can suck and 
eat." 

Lily rose on her knees, pausing, with her pussy directly over the woman's 
face. Tiny droplets of her cunt juice ran in long, thin lines off the end of 
her beaver and flowed down across the woman's flushed face. Ever so slowly, 
loving the anticipation, Lily lowered the gooey mass of her heated cunt down 
onto Victoria's eager, waiting face. 

Lower and lower she went. She could feel the tongue tip brush across her 
muff, tickling the wet hairs. Then she moved backward and forward, letting 
the woman's nose rut in her cunt. 

Lily was about to release the weight from her knees and let her cunt crash 
down over the woman's waiting face when Victoria's throat erupted in a 
blood-curdling scream. 

At the same instant arms encircled her body from behind, and hands savagely 
cupped her heaving tits. 

She flicked her head around and nearly screamed herself. Willie was stark 
naked between Victoria's thighs. His long, hard cock was buried to the very 
root in the woman's body. 

It took a few seconds for Lily to understand and realize, but it dawned on 
her when she saw the blood oozing over his cock. He had buried his prick 
balls deep in her asshole. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Did you like it? Huh? Did you like havin' some woman suckin' on your cunt?" 
Willie said, his eyes riveted on the road ahead, his knuckles pure white 
where his hands grasped the steering wheel. 

"You brought me up there. You pimped me," Lily answered angrily. 

"I didn't think you'd actually like it," he replied. 

"I notice you managed to get your cock stuck in something before we left. 
Quit bitching, you got your come. 

"What did you expect? I heard all that moanin' and screamin' from the other 
room. I got up to take a look. Jesus, I got so fuckin' hot. Well, I just 
couldn't take it, that's all." 

"Did you hafta half kill her rammm' that monster up her ass?" 

"She liked it after I started wigglin' it around. Don't you kid yourself, 
she loved it. She loved my fuckin' cock up there." 

"Well; you almost fucked the whole deal up." 

"We got the money, didn't we?" he hissed. 

"I got the money," she spat back at him, "and don't you forget it." 

They rode in silence for a long while. Lily remembered watching Willie's 
cock plunge in and out of Victoria's bleeding asshole. The sight had so 
thrilled her that she nearly strangled the woman by grinding her thighs over 
her head and smashing her pussy down over her face. She wandered how a cock 
felt up an asshole. Just the idea of it excited her and started the juices 
flowing in her pussy again. She wondered why Willie had never tried to put 
his dick up her ass since they had started fucking together. 

"An' I suppose you liked eatin' her cunt, too? Huh? Did ya? Did her fuckin' 
cunt taste good to you? Did her cum taste good?" 

"Yes, god damn it!" Lily shouted. "It tasted wonderful! Now shut up!" 

They were silent the rest of the way to the trailer. By the time they pulled 
up to the door, Willie had not said anything else, but she could tell that 
he had calmed down. He had also become almost pathetic in his attitude 
toward her. She found out just how jealous he was and, in turn, just how 
much she had him twisted around her little finger. 

"Honey, I ... I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry about the whole fuckin' 
thing." 

"Forget it," she said, and opened her side of the car. He started to get out 
his side. "Not tonight, Willie. I don't feel like any more tonight. Why 
don't you sleep over at the motel?" 

"I love you, Lily," he said. That's the only damn thing that's wrong with 
me. I've fallen in love with you and there's nothing I can do about it." 

Her voice softened. "I know, Willie," she said, closing the door and moving 
across the seat to him. "In my own way I love you, too." 

She put her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers. She 
kissed him. It was a kiss of tenderness, without lust or desire. He cupped 
her heavy tit in his hand as she broke the kiss. 

"Lily," he sighed in her ear, "Lily... Oh, Lily. I want you so much. Here, 
feel!" 

He took one of her hands and placed it on his crotch. His cock was 
rock-hard, running in a long, thick bulge down his inner thigh. 

"We're going to be big, Willie. Real big. If from now on you do what I say. 
No matter what it is, just do what I tell you." 

"I love you, Lily." 

"Will you do that, Willie? From now on will you do just what I say?" 

His breathing was heavy. He humped upward with his hips, trying to jam his 
cloth-encased cock into her hand. She made an instant decision. She wanted 
far more that night than Willie could give her. She also wanted something 
new and different. But she knew she would have to solve his problem before 
she could get rid of him. 

With unerring quickness she unzipped his fly and pulled his cock into the 
open. It throbbed wildly in her hands. She knew it would be easy. He was 
already close to coming. 

She dropped her head and tongued the underside of his cock with long, even 
strokes of her wet, soft tongue. It throbbed harder. 

"Christ, Lily. What are you doin'?" he. gasped. 

"I'm going to suck your cock, honey. Don't you want me to suck your cock and 
drink your sperm all the way down?" 

"Oh, yeah, baby. I want it. I want it real bad, but you always seemed so 
fuckin' pure. I guess I just never thought..." 

"Just relax, baby," she said, echoing his own, earlier words to her, "and 
enjoy it.' 

She opened her mouth and took his cockhead inside. The rubbery mass slid 
smoothly over her tongue. A tiny drop of pre-cum seeped into her throat. It 
tasted good and drove her desire on to satisfy his balls and cock with her 
mouth. 

"Oh, Jesus, your mouth is like your pussy, Lily-sweet and warm. So wet and 
sweet and warm. Suck it, Lily! SUCK MY COCK!" 

He was throwing his hips in an agonizing dance upward, trying to shove his 
cock farther and farther down her throat. His head swam with desire as she 
increased the pressure an his dick, making a vacuum of her throat and 
cheeks. Her soft hands closed around his distended prick, holding it tightly 
by the swollen root. Her lips bobbed on it, sucking, laying as her hands 
drew and squeezed on the barrel, causing pressure, wild, agonizing pressure, 
from both ends of his rod. He nearly screamed aloud, wanting it to go on 
forever, but knowing he couldn't last much longer. 

Lily herself felt her knees go weak. His cock tasted beautiful in her mouth. 
She strove to take more and more of his dick into her contracting throat. 
She rubbed her upper thighs together over the heat of her seething pussy. 
They were wet and sticky with the juice from her cunt. She ached for that 
huge tool inside her, deep inside her snatch. She remembered Victoria's 
fingers up her ass her own fingers and whole hand up the woman's ass, and 
the cock that was now in her mouth up Victoria's ass. She wanted to 
experience a cock up her ass. But not Willie's. Not this time. This time she 
would suck and swallow his jizz down, into her belly through her mouth. She 
would fill her ass and her cunt with cock later. 

She could feel tiny beads of perspiration form on her forehead as his cock, 
burgeoning hard and immense in her mouth, throbbed with the explosion that 
was soon to come from his bloated, inflated balls. 

She groaned aloud as she felt more of his cock slide over the rear of her 
tongue and on down her throat. The muscles of his thighs and butt bunched 
and corded as he humped with all his might to drive his cock up into her 
face. She sucked harder, drawing her cheeks in as his gaunt shaft wormed 
hotly into the back of her now warmly welcoming mouth. Her throat was 
stretched around the great pounding head that kept oozing hot droplets of 
pre-cum. 

She knew he was nearly at the bursting point because his cries and groans of 
animal passion had turned into coos and mewls of imminent release. 

"Suck it, Lily! Oh, shit, suck my cock! It's all yours, my darling! Take it! 
SUCK THE CUM RIGHT OUT OF IT!" 

His groans became more ragged as his breath started coming in great, heaving 
gasps from his sagging mouth. It was as though even his breath was gathering 
with the gathering storm of sperm that thundered in his bans. Both were 
readying for the impending explosion. 

She sucked out to the very end of the knob and tantalized the tiny eye in 
the end of it with the hard tip of her tongue. Putting his hands on the back 
of her head, he shoved the huge cock back up against the corners of her 
throat. She almost choked with the length and strength of his tool so deep 
in her throat. 

Suddenly she was frightened. 

He was holding her head so hard in his hands that she couldn't move and he 
was fucking her mouth with a building intensity, almost gagging her with 
every thrust of the giant, lunging shaft. 

His balls had tightened and became hard between his thighs. They were nearly 
as hard as the great, stiff cock that rammed through her open lips so 
furiously. The pounding sounds of his cock entering her and the slurping 
sounds of her mouth and throat as she took it lunge after lunge filled her. 

Suddenly it happened. 

His ass came clear off the seat of the car as the jizz began its rush down 
the tunnel of his cock and spewed into Lily's hotly submissive mouth. 
Exquisite pleasure took over his brain and body in waves of agonizing bliss. 
His balls emptied in great, searing torrents that cascaded into her waiting 
throat like waves of molten lava. 

Lily wasn't prepared for such quantity. 

The scalding sperm hit the back of her throat like white heat. She gagged 
but swallowed in order to breathe. She kept gagging and choking but his 
spunk kept coming. She heard him scream his pleasure as he frantically kept 
fucking into her face. The heated streams of jism spilled into her mouth in 
gushes. She swallowed and gulped as best she could to take it all deep into 
her hungrily absorbing stomach. 

On and on, again and again the rapturous flood of hot spunk erupted in her 
sucking mouth, until at last she could feel the spurts start to abate. They 
were further and further apart and the streams got steadily smaller and 
smaller. 

Lily's eyes were closed in rapture as she tasted and tasted the sting of 
spunk in her mouth. Her face was bathed in perspiration. Willie thought that 
he had never in his life seen anything quite so beautiful. He held her face 
tenderly. With one last shove of his body and hips, he thrust forward. His 
dying cock spewed out a final stream of cum that smeared across her lips. 

"Oh, Lily, what a come, what a fucking come that was, my love," he moaned. 

She looked up at him with pride in her face-pride and the unmistakable sheen 
of lust. She had taken all he could give and she had loved it. She had 
reveled in the taste of cock and the taste of salty, creamy jizz flowing 
down into her belly. It was only the beginning, she thought. Before she 
died, she wanted to try every kind of sex there was. 

Willie straightened and his cock slipped from her lips with a soft popping 
sound. A thin white line of his cum still connected them where it looped 
from her fucked mouth to the slowly deflating head of his cock. 

He groaned and pulled her face up to his. His mouth came down hard on hers. 
With mumbled words of low his tongue plunged inside her mouth to taste the 
strength of his own orgasm. 

"Are you all right?" he asked, after breaking the long, lingering kiss. 

"Yes," she said, smiling, a sudden look of age and maturity filling her 
eyes. "I'm fine. It was good. I liked it. I liked sucking cock. And I liked 
swallowing the cum." 

"I love you, Lily," he said, his eyes wide and glowing with feeling for her. 

"Remember your promise, Willie don't ever forget it," she said, opening the 
door and slipping from the car. 

"I . . . won't 

"Good night, Willie," she said with finality, and closed the car door behind 
her. She watched him drive away before she turned and entered the trailer. 

Steven Faith was sprawled across the sofa. He had removed his jacket and 
loosened his tie. In his hand he held a half-finished drink. 

"How did it go?"he asked, his sculptured lips peeling back over his perfect 
teeth in a knowing smile. 

"Fine," Lily replied, moving to stand over him. 

"Did you get the money?" 

"Of course," she said, taking the glass from his hand and emptying it in one 
long swallow. 

"I knew you would. Victoria is a hard, powerful woman. Very few people have 
ever gotten the best of her. But she does have one weakness-beautiful young 
girls. She liked you?" 

"She loved me. . . literally." 

"And did you love her... literally?" he asked, his face implying worlds of 
meaning. 

"If you mean did I eat her, too ... yes. She must have come four or five 
times." 

"Marvelous," he said. "Then I do believe we're on our way." 

Just the way he said it, the way he looked at her with his eyes, undressing 
her, raping her, excited her. His body was beautiful in the clothes. She 
imagined it would be. even more beautiful naked. 

"And our little friend?' 

"He's probably sound asleep by now. We won't be bothered," she replied. 

"How can you be so sure?" 

"Because I just blew him in the car," Lily said. 

"Truly amazing Fantastic woman," he said, and crawled, like a cat, to his 
feet. He bent his face to hers, wrapped his arms around her body, clutched 
her butt lovingly in his hands, and kissed her. It wasn't a kiss of love, or 
a kiss of slavish adoration like Willie's. It was a kiss of sex and lust. It 
spoke words to her in its strength of passion and desire. 

"Let's go into the bedroom," she sighed. "I want you." 

"I hoped you would know immediately that it was meant to be." 

When they reached the bedroom, Lily wasted no time. She pulled her blouse 
over her head and unfastened the buttons on her skirt. She let both garments 
fall at her feet. She wore no bra or panties. She hadn't bothered to put 
them back on when she dressed again at Victoria's. 

She stood completely naked, the golden, curly hairs of her cunt glistening 
wetly with her instant arousal. Her huge, pendulous young tits quivered in 
proud anticipation as she threw her head back, almost insolently, at him. 

"You are truly a woman who knows her mind, aren't you?" he said, his even 
teeth shining behind a wide smile that was close to a leer. 

"I know my body, too. I've grown up in the past few weeks, and tonight I 
grew up more. I've realized what I've got and what I've been missing all my 
life. Now I'm going to make up for it. I want sex, I want fame, I want 
money, and, right now, I want you." 

"I knew it the minute I saw you on the stage handling the suckers." 

"Get naked, Steven Faith," she crooned. "Right now... Hurry! I want to see 
your big, hard cock." 

He groaned as he surveyed the teen-ager's naked perfection. His hard, thick 
cock, fully erect in his trousers, ached with wild passion. Staring at her 
voluptuous nakedness, he tore at his clothing until he, too, was standing 
nude before her. 

His cock was huge, even larger and thicker than Willie's. The head looked to 
be as fat as her fist and tiny flecks of pre-cum already dripped from its 
pink slit. The barrel itself was as thick as her wrist and heavily coated 
with large blue veins that stood out in the dark skin and throbbed with 
coursing blood. It jutted out like a gigantic spear from the heavy mat of 
hair above it. The huge, wet knob pointed impatiently at her trembling body. 

She was immediately driven to total excitement when she saw the well-muscled 
leanness of his torso. Her head spun with desire just from looking at the 
flat hardness of his belly and the rippling muscles in his shoulders and 
arms as he moved towards her. 

His rugged self-confidence, his strength, and his overwhelming masculine 
beauty made the only other man to fuck her, Willie Dee seem so fraudulent 
and weak. 

Even his cock was beautiful to her as it flowered from the base of his belly 
in jutting gracefulness. She gasped in joy as he took her in his arms and 
slid his cock between her wet thighs. The head jutted out a full three 
inches beyond her throbbing buns. 

Steven Faith smiled to himself. This girl, this baby was perfect. She had no 
idea how talented and brilliant she was or how famous he would make her. She 
was also beautiful and cock hungry something he demanded in all his women. 

Together they would rule down-home religion and he would rule her. He 
momentarily forgot business as he slowly slid his cock back and forth 
between her already soaking thighs. His brain whirled with lust, totally 
abandoned now to his new found partner. His body was vibrating wildly, and 
his balls ached painfully with building cum as she answered his call by 
squeezing his cock with her thighs and clutching at it with the taut lips of 
her hungry pussy. 

Lily stepped closer against him. Breathing hotly into his face, she took his 
hand and guided it down between her thighs. She replaced his cock at her 
cunt with his hand and shivered as his extended middle finger slid along the 
moist, heated furrow of her already hot cunt. Then he slipped it inside her 
hole and it felt like fire to her twat walls, 

She curled her fingers over his cock, stroking it lightly, tickling his 
balls with her fingers and nails. Her eyes stared hotly, sensually into his. 
Still holding his throbbing rod in her soft hand, she guided him to the bed. 
His finger still teased her clitoris and the swollen lips of her tight, 
young cunt as they fell together into the bed. 

"Now, lover, I want you to fuck me. I want it in the ass. I want that big 
dick of yours to ream out my shit hole." 

"Are you sure, Lily?" he asked. 

"I'm sure," she countered. "Victoria put her fingers up my ass tonight, and 
it about drove me up the walls. I want to see what it feels like to have a 
big cock like this clear up there. Do it! Do it right now. Hurry! Stick your 
cock up my ass! 

Steven Faith thought it might be too soon to introduce her to his own, wild 
and kinky ideas of sex. But, he mused, she had asked for it and there was 
something about this girl, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He 
felt that she could take anything he could give. Besides, the idea of 
rupturing her beautiful butt was too maddening to turn down. He was no 
longer in complete control of his senses. They were ruled now by the blood 
throbbing hardness of his cock and the cum-bloated sac of his balls. 

His desire was all-powerful. 

Breathing raggedly with desire, he got up on his hands and knees behind her 
on the bed. He drew her quivering young body up with him. He turned her so 
that the full beauty of her softly rounded buttcheeks were directly in front 
of his burgeoning cock. 

The head of his dick dripped more now, as it teased the crack between her 
creamy buns. It jutted from his body like a hammer. The wet cockhead almost 
touched the already gyrating ring of Lily's puckered but soaking asshole. 

He began to stroke Lily's soft, fleshy globes and tease her bung with the 
rubbery tip of his cock. Groans of pleasure came from her throat which 
served to goad him on. He moved his fingers to her shitter. Slowly, 
tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into her brownie. He 
wiggled it around inside her ass, drawing even louder whimpers of increased 
desire from her. Then he put both hands on her quivering, full buns and used 
his thumbs to draw her puckered asshole wide open; 

The beautiful asscheeks slid open to reveal the pulsing hunger of her bung. 
He slid a little downward on the bed and dropped his head until his chin and 
his nose were buried between the twin mounds of her rippling ass. 

"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck, yes! Good, so good! Tongue-fuck my asshole like that!" 
she screamed with unabashed joy and passion.' 

He rammed the hard tip of his tongue far up her gyrating asshole and whirled 
it around and around. in out, in, out it went like a miniature fleshy cock. 
As he fucked her ass with his tongue, he kept getting more and more of his 
saliva up her shit-chute. 

At last, satisfied that her asshole was throughly lubricated, he lifted his 
head up and moved his hips back up close to her buns. He leaned forward so 
that the hard, fleshy knob of his blood-engorged cock almost touched the 
eager hole. He poised there, letting her emit another wild shriek of desire. 

To his surprise she took over on her own accord. She reached between her 
wide-spread thighs and grasped his cock in her hand. Impatiently, she 
guiding the hot, bulbous head against her asshole. She wiggled the 
juice-dripping tip around and around the small, hungrily aching entrance to 
her bowels. 

"Damn it, Steven, I want you to fuck me! Fuck my ass with that big hard 
cock! What the fuck are you waiting for? Shove it in! Shove it all the way 
up my ass! Tear me apart with your cock!" 

He moved his hips at her command, teasing the shaft along the wide crevice 
between her delectable asscheeks. Then he leaned forward as she placed his 
knob directly against her puckered, clutching bung. He steadied himself by 
clutching at her buttcheeks and clawing fingers. Then, with a powerful, 
sudden thrust, he bored his thick, rigid prick far up into her ass. He 
forced his rod hard through the tightly wadded ring of her bung. 

There was pressure against his entrance for only a second. When he shoved 
again, he buried his dick nearly to his balls in the creamy hole of her 
beautiful ass. 

"Jesus Christ!" she screamed. "Cock! COCK! I LOVE COCK!!" Her body writhed 
over his dick in wild, masochistic delight. Her hand, still cupped behind 
her, grasped his swinging balls. She kneaded them convulsively, almost 
painfully, urging him to sink more and more of his prick into her clasping 
asshole. 

- "Give it all to me!" she screamed. "Give me your cock! Don't hold the 
son-of-a-bitch back! Fuck me with the whole damn thing!" 

For just a moment, doubt floated across his mind. What was happening? She 
was commanding him. It was unthinkable but true. He, Steven Faith, had 
somehow lost control of the situation. This young girl, little more than a 
child, had actually broken his will to resist her strength. 

But somehow it didn't matter. Her body mesmerized him. Her creamy white 
buttcheeks danced on the end of his cock, driving him on and on to new and 
greater heights of delight than he had ever known. Her swinging, swollen 
tits hung far down from her body. They nearly touched the bed with their 
voluptuous fullness. 

"Don't stop, god damn it!" she screamed. "Don't stop now! FUCK!" 

The tall, golden-haired giant clutched hard at her hips, grunting with 
strain as he thrust still deeper into her ass. Farther and farther his prick 
went into the warm depths of her bowels. He drove with such pressure that he 
pushed her forward. He drove her head down into the pillow. He reached under 
her heaving torso and cupped her heavy, firm jugs. Savagely, he squeezed and 
kneaded them, pinching the nipples hard between his thumb and forefinger as 
he heaved forward with long, battering strokes, driving his cock with pure 
lust up into her ass. 

"There, THERE!" he cried at last as, with one vicious, ass-smacking lunge, 
he buried every inch of his huge cock inside her hung. "Take it all, you 
little bitch!" 

And still she wanted more. 

"Oh, yeah, yes," Lily mewled in joy and rapture. "Oh, Steven, it hurts. It 
hurts like hell but I love it.! love the shit out of it. Hurt me! Fuck me!" 

"Take it.. . take it," he groaned in frustration behind her, pounding her 
ass with all the strength in his body. 

"Don't stop! Keep fucking me there! Harder! Oh, shit, keep it up! Harder!" 

Steven Faith kept driving his powerful, thick tool up into the teen-ager's 
tightly clenching asshole with hard, brutal strokes. He used his hands to 
claw and tear at her boobs as if they could be ripped from her body. 

And still she shouted encouragement. 

His crotch smacked savagely against her upturned asscheeks. His balls felt 
as though they were on fire where they rested in her kneading fingers. She 
pressed his throbbing nuts tightly against her juice-dripping pussylips. 

Lily had found heaven. Her head flailed from side to side. She was not only 
loving but reveling in the fucking of her asshole. She buffeted back harder 
and harder against his pistoning prick. She could feel his cum-bloated balls 
hot and steaming in her hands. The sound of smacking flesh on flesh echoed 
hollowly throughout the tiny room. 

The harder he ripped at her tits the more she encouraged him. The 
pleasure-pain of his tearing fingers on her swaying, aching tits was almost 
unbearable in its pure lust. Her perfect white buttcheeks were a blur of 
motion, girating, twisting, slamming backward as she continued to go wild 
with the thick pressure of his cock filling her ass to nearly the splitting 
point. 

Steven loosed one of her heaving jugs and dropped his hand to the top of her 
slit. Up between her open thighs he parted the softness of her pussy hair. 
He probed into the softness of her mound gently, caressing her clitoris. 

"That's it! That's it!" she shouted. "Bring me off from both ends at once! 
Harder! Oh, shit, fuck, rub it a lot harder than that!" 

Again a command. 

Goddamn, he thought, she was never satisfied. Suddenly he wondered if he, or 
anyone else, would ever be able to satisfy her. 

With an angry growl he began digging into her cunt with his fingers. Wildly, 
he finger-fucked her pussy while pounding her ass in the same rhythm with 
his cock. 

The action between finger and pussy, cock and asshole, quickly brought her 
close to peaking. She began breathing frantically as she felt her climax 
come closer and closer to being. 

Then, with a series of shattering groans, Lily could feel his long, hard 
cock begin to jerk in convulsions. Before she knew it, he started exploding 
like a bomb far up into the steaming depths of her bowels. 

It was wild, wonderful, and so exciting. It was like the thunderous crack of 
lightning in the middle of a summer storm. The delicious hot torrents of cum 
shot wildly into her asshole. In turn it touched off the most violent orgasm 
thus far in her short, but rewarding career of sex. A hot, violent tremor of 
pleasure rippled the length of her writhing body. 

"I'm there! Oh, Steven, I'm three times there! I'm getting it off! I'm 
coming so good!" she screamed in joy and bliss as she felt herself fall even 
farther into the bed as his hot cum ran down inside the softly yielding 
crack of her battered ass. It trickled in streams down the insides of her 
smooth thighs. 

She fell even further than the bed. She passed out in satiated bliss and 
exhaustion. She was only out for less than a minute. When she awoke, he was 
beside her, panting and breathing like a man who has completed the 
twenty-six-mile run. 

"We're good together," she said- very matter of factly, without even 
glancing over at him. 

"Yeah.. . we are," he replied. 

"I want to learn. I want to do everythlng," she said. "I want you to teach 
me everything." 

"Yeah ... later," he sighed. 

"Now!" she said. 

"Jesus, Lily, you gotta give me time to get it up again. That's the first 
thing I've got to teach you." 

She could feel his cum seeping out of her burning asshole. She started to 
rise and go to the bathroom for a towel. Then a whole new idea struck her. 

She rolled over and straddled his face, spreading her legs and her thighs as 
wide as they would go. 

"Eat me!" she said. "Lick my ass clean. Take all your cum back out of me. 
It'll feel good. I know it'll feel goad." 

"Do it!" she said, and dropped her seeping asshole over his mouth. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The trip was uneventful except for the first few minutes at the airport when 
Willie at last realized that Steven Faith was going to accompany them. He 
nearly had a seizure, complete with foaming mouth and wild, reddened face.. 

Lily managed to calm him down without trouble as though he were just a 
stubborn child. She caressed his head and moved her body close to him. Her 
tits softly rubbed across his arm and his chest. Her presence, her words, 
and her body had the desired effect almost at once. They all combined to 
become a cooling agent. He became, in no time, little more than putty in her 
hands. 

Steven Faith made a mental note of it all. Again, he was amazed at her 
powers. She had the ability to convince anyone and everyone around her that 
she was totally helpless, totally innocent, and totally right. Hadn't she 
done just that to him the whole previous night? He vowed to himself, as they 
boarded the plane, that he would never let her do it to him again. 

Lily, on her own, had already decided that Steven Faith was only the means 
to the end she wanted. She had already convinced him that marriage was out 
of the question, silly and unnecessary. For her, he was good in bed. But no 
one man or woman would ever be enough for her in bed. When she could learn 
nothing more about sex or business from him, she knew he would be dropped. 

In Las Angeles, Willie set up the contacts they would need to promote their 
sect legally on a nationwide scale. He contacted and hired lawyers and 
accountants who would eventually keep them out of jail and turn faith into 
profit. 

At the same time, Steven made the public relations contacts. He used his 
brain, his body, and his cock to good advantage. Within two days he had 
seduced both the secretary and the wife of the owner of a large chain of 
independent television stations. When the time for pressure came, the poor 
man could have no objections at the risk of ruining both his home life and 
his sex life. 

Lily, without fanfare or name, obtained a syndicated half-hour television 
show that would bring her words to millions. 

While all this was happening, she was kept under wraps. She stayed in the 
hotel at all times, refusing interviews and answering no calls. By the time 
her first broadcast was to be taped, Lily Turpin was already a household 
word and a well-known mystery. 

And her desire was never satiated. Quite the opposite. It grew by leaps and 
bounds. For nearly a month she went nightly from room to room between the 
two men in her life. She would spend two hours with Willie until he was a 
mass of quivering, used-up flesh. Then she would go to Steven's roam and 
revel in sex with him for the entire rest of the night. 

It was inevitable that one would eventually find out the full story about 
the other. If one of the two objected, she thought it would be Willie. To 
her surprise, he didn't. It only took a few nights for him to realize that 
no matter how much he loved her, he would never be able td satisfy her 
needs. He came to eventually accept the mutual situation with Steven Faith 
because he realized that, when it came to Lily, he could never cope with her 
insatiable needs and if he objected he might never, with her temper, get her 
at all. 

Besides, she continually, reassured him that it was he, and not Steven 
Faith; she really loved. She also assured Steven Faith the same thing when 
she was positive that he, like Willie, had fallen hopelessly in love with 
her. She knew that it was the one thing that he had never wanted to do. That 
made it all the better for her when it finally did happen. 

The difference between the two men lay in the fact that Willie wanted only 
her. All his needs, both physical and spiritual, could be satisfied by Lily 
alone. 

Steven was more like Lily. Even though he had fallen in love with her, the 
idea of sexual experimentation with different partners doing a wild variety 
of new and kinky things always intrigued him. 

When two young schoolteachers stayed a week of their vacation in the same 
hotel, and even on the same floor, Lily suggested to Steven that he invite 
them in for a party one night. Even though the idea gave him an instant 
hard-on, he insisted they wait. He explained that there was far, far too 
much at stake at that point, just before they launched Lily as the new, true 
messenger of the faithful. And any bad press, like being discovered fucking 
two strange women, and her pious partner could ruin the whole deal before 
they got it off the ground. 

Later, he explained, when Lily became so powerful that nothing could touch 
her in the eyes of her followers, then the time for fun would begin. 

Because she still respected his judgment, Lily agreed. But her body was 
hungry for new and different sex. The same two men, doing the same things 
together night after night, grated on her nerves and her body. It started to 
bore her. 

It all came to a head on the evening before the initial taping of her first 
program. Lily was a bundle of nervous energy. They had finished the last 
rehearsal and gone out for dinner. Back in the room afterwards, she had 
drunk three fast highballs and practically raped Willie without even taking 
him back to his own room. She had wanted to fuck him right in front of 
Steven, thinking that might kick the sensation up enough to satisfy her 
longing. 

But Willie wouldn't stand for it. He claimed he couldn't feel it, let alone 
actually do it, if Steven were watching. On the other hand Steven offered to 
fuck Lily in front of Willie. But Willie said he couldn't stand to watch 
that, either. 

When she returned from Willie, Steven had already gone back to his own room. 
She thought of joining him, but the sex she had just had with Willie, for 
some reason, had been empty. She was afraid that the same thing would happen 
with Steven. 

She was nervous and uptight about the next day's program. She was empty 
inside from need and desire. She yearned, as did her body, for something 
new, something different and exciting. She fixed another drink, knowing that 
even the floaty feeling whiskey gave her wouldn't stop the raw need of her 
battered nerves. 

She roamed around the apartment, pausing now and then in front of a 
full-length mirror to study her body. She alternately loved the sight of it 
and cursed it. Her body, and its need and desires, was making a slave of 
her. She knew it but she was powerless to stop it. 

She flopped into a chair and let her fingers fall to the phone. She thought 
of calling room service and asking for a bucket of ice, in hopes that the 
bellboy who brought it was young and full of sex. Her eye fell on a thin, 
"What-to-do, Where-to-go," magazine resting beside-the phone. Carelessly she 
flipped through it as she sipped her drink. There were several ads for 
topless bars, movie houses, and massage parlors. 

The phone rang beside her. It was Steven. 

"Are you coming?" he asked. "I've been waiting up.,, 

"I'll be there in a little while," she replied. "I'm going over the script a 
little more." 

"All right," he said. "If I'm asleep when you come in, wake me up." 

"You know I will," she giggled and replaced the receiver. 

On the very last page of the book, an ad, different from the others, had 
caught her eyes. It told of the various advantages of certain types of 
massages offered, and repeated several times the fact that the place was 
open all night. But one part of the ad intrigued her more than any other. At 
the very bottom, in large, black letters it said: "FACILITIES FOR BOTH MEN 
AND WOMEN" 

As was usually the case, she made an instant decision. Dressing in the 
disguise that she had been using when they went out for meals, she stuffed a 
wad of bills in her pocket along with the magazine and slipped out of the 
room. 

She hailed a cab and gave him the address. 

"That's a pretty rough part of town, lady. No offense, but if you don't know 
the city, well..." "It's all right. You can just wait for me." 

"That gets a little heavy 

She let a fifty-dollar bill float down into the front seat beside him. 
"Wait!" 

"Wait it is," he replied. 

When she arrived, there was a young girl, only a year or so older than Lily, 
behind the desk along with an older, giant of a man who spoke with a heavy 
accent. His shoulders were bulging with heavily corded muscles and his 
biceps rippled as he moved. 

"I'd like a massage," Lily said. 

"Certainly," the girl replied. "Would you like a powder lightly or... " The 
girl's voice droned on and on, enumerating massage after massage, and 
specialty after specialty, that they offered. 

Lily interrupted her. "I'd like the works," she said. "The full treatment." 

The girl's eyes opened wide, but more in surprise than shock. 

"Certainly. That's our lavish, one-hundred-dollar special." 

"That's fine," Lily said. 

"Will you follow me, please," the girl said and exited, with Lily following, 
through a beaded curtain that jangled loudly when it moved. 

They went clear to the end of a long, dimly lighted hallway. The girl opened 
a door and motioned Lily to go on in. 

The room was also dim the only illumination coming from a round ball that 
revolved near the ceiling. It had several colored lights in its center and 
reminded Lily of the glass dome of old ballrooms she had seen on late-night 
television movies. 

"The . . . uh . . . fee is in advance," the girl said, smiling to take the 
edge off the charge. 

Lily calmly counted the bills into the girl's hand. 

"If you'll just disrobe, I'll be right back," she said. "You can hang your 
clothes on those hooks right over there." 

"Wait!" 

"Who gives the massage?" 

"Why . . . I do," the girl replied. 

Lily studied the girl's body. She had a sweet, almost pretty face and her 
figure was made up of supple, well-formed curves that flowed nicely into 
long, tapering legs. The mound of her pussy was tempting where it bulged 
below her flat tummy in the tight uniform. Her tits were smaller than 
Lily's, but well formed, with extra-large, long nipples that pushed against 
the material. 

Lily thought, looking at the girl and imagining her naked, of the wild 
evening at Victoria's. She thought of doing to this girl what Victoria had 
done so well to her. 

But then she thought of the giant at the desk and imagined a cock that 
matched that well muscled, huge body. 

"I would really rather have a man give me the massage," Lily said. 

"Of course," the girl replied, turning and opening the door. "But if you 
aren't totally satisfied, the second massage is only a fraction of the price 
you're paying for the first." 

She disappeared, lightly closing the door behind her, and Lily smiled to 
herself. She had come to the right place all right. 

The room was fairly large, with a huge waterbed in its center. The walls 
were plastered with pictures of naked men and women; the men all had 
gigantic, throbbing hard-ons and the women were shown holding their cuntlips 
far apart so the pink inner part of their twats could be clearly seen. 

She was nearly nude when the giant stepped through the door. He had stripped 
to the waist, and his massive chest sported a mat of thick black hair that 
was only a step above an ape in the jungle. Lily openly dropped her eyes to 
the bulge in front of his pants. 

It was huge without being hard. 

"My name is Loka," he growled. "How you do?" 

"I think," Lily replied, running her hands over her naked fits, "I do pretty 
good. In fact I'm sure of it. Where do we start?" 

"Lay down there!" 

With her panties still on, she flopped down across the bed on her back. 

"You must take all off," he said, motioning to her panties. "I give all over 
body massage. Can't do that way." 

"You must take all off," Lily replied, spreading her legs and lifting her 
butt slightly up, off the bed. 

He knelt beside her and pulled her panties from her long, voluptuously 
tapered legs. She parted her thighs when the flimsy garment was finally 
gone. She heard his breath catch slightly at the sight of her blonde pussy. 
Its puffy, moisture-tipped slit the warm, damp ridges of her cuntlips seemed 
to await his touch. The pink softness of her inner flesh was only slightly 
obscured by the soft, silky fur of her beaver. 

Her cuntlips had parted slightly from her excitement and anticipation. The 
wet labias were spread enough for him to see the taut, constricted mouth of 
her insatiable little cunt. 

Rarely did he get a young one. They were usually old and mostly used up by 
the time they decided to come to him for their pleasure. This was different 
and it excited him. He leaned forward, on impulse, and kissed her, his lips 
pressing hard against the soft pulp of her pussy. 

She quivered from one end of her beautiful body to the other and moaned a 
cry of lustful impatience. Her cunt shivered at the feel of his cool lips 
against her hot, trembling flesh. 

"That's a good start," she said. 

He smiled a reply with his stone face but said nothing in words as he bent 
to his work. He oiled her down, gently and tenderly, working the cool, 
lubricating fluid into every pore as his hands glided over her body from the 
tips of her toes to the erect nipples on her massive, rippling jugs. 

His clever hands were not only erotically stimulating but tremendously 
exciting at the same time. With ease he flipped her over onto her belly and 
did the same thing to her backside. His fingers started increasing in 
pressure as he kneaded up her calves and then her thighs. 

She couldn't suppress a low moan of added anticipation and a tremor of 
excitement when his hands reached her quivering buttcheeks. He kneaded the 
firm globes like twin mounds of raised dough. Then, as naturally as he had 
worked on her legs, he parted her asscheeks and ran two fingers up and down 
the soggy slit to her seeping cunt. 

Back and forth his fingers went along her swollen gash, making her cunt 
secrete even more of its tangy juices. 

Then he included her bung in his fingers' travels. Each time he passed the 
puckered hole, he inserted a finger up to the first knuckle until her 
shitter was as wet and as excited as her cunt. 

"Ohhhh, Lily moaned, congratulating herself on the evening's choice of 
entertainment. "You're good. You're very good." 

"I'm European. For years I have studied how to excite and satisfy women." 

He spread the cheeks of her ass so wide she thought they would split. Then 
he dipped his face between the globes and gently inserted his tongue, in 
one, long, sweeping jolt, far up her asahole. 

"Oh, Jesus! Oh, shit!" she said, and bucked her ass up into his face, 
feeling that she was already near her first climax. 

Back out came his tongue as quickly as it had entered. Down it went, trough 
the gooey folds of her pussy, four, five, six time, in rapid succession, 
sending sparks of fire up her cunt to register like thunderbolts of desire 
on her mind and the rest of her aroused body. 

As if it were all part of a laid-out plan, he removed his tongue from her 
cunt, lifted his head, and started working his talented hands up her back to 
her shoulders. 

"You are young," he said, his voice flat and toneless, his statement a 
matter of fact. "The lips of your cunny are strong. They grip my tongue with 
desire." 

"They're gonna grip more than your tongue," she said, lifting her head from 
the cradle of her arms as he moved around to the front of the table. 

The bulge in his crotch was directly on a line with her eyes. As he moved 
his hands over her shoulders, Lily started playing a little game. As he 
moved around, she would find same way to twist her body so some part of her 
would touch his cock. Slowly, but surely she watched his rod swell in his 
pants until it was a long, thick ridge that threatened to push up under his 
belt and tickle his navel. 

He turned her back over. She could see her boobs quiver, the nipples jump to 
hard, erect attention as he leaned over her head and squeezed them together 
and pinched the nipples. 

"Your tits are firm, also young," he said, in the seine off-hand manner. 
"They will be good sucking." 

His crotch was lightly pressed against her forehead. She could roll her eyes 
upward and see the thick bulge of his prick directly above her face. 

It was irresistible. 

She unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down on his fly. His cock 
fell out across her face. It was huge and beautiful; just as she had 
imagined it would be-very long and very thick, and very hard. She flicked 
her tongue out, running it the full length of his swollen sperm tube on the 
underside of the massive tool. She started, with her mind full of lust, at 
the hairy root, where his prick was the thickest, and ended at the huge, 
pointy knob. 

She took it in her hands and pulled the fleshy foreskin forward until it 
completely encased the huge cockhead, and extended on over the tip in one 
huge fold Bending his prick down, she rammed her tongue into the folds and 
touched the dripping eye of his cock. Around and around inside the folds she 
twirled her tongue until she felt a few drops of his pre-cum ooze out; Then 
she released the barrel, watched the bulbous head pop back into view, and 
licked the trickles of salty, tangy juice into her mouth. 

"It's a beautiful cock," she moaned. "At lest a foot long." 

"Thirteen inches," he replied. "You wish to suck it. . . suck my-cock?" 

"I want to do everything," she said. "And I want you to lead. I want you to 
take me all the way. But do it naked. Take your clothes off so I can see 
your ass and your balls hanging down." 

He did as she asked while she rolled back over onto her belly to watch. He 
was truly a beautiful specimen of male animal. She glowed as she watched him 
remove his trousers. Quivers of excitement ran clear through her body as she 
observed his heavy thighs, as thick as posts, and the swinging, huge sac 
full of his balls. His waist and hips were slim but muscular, with trim 
lines. She looked at his stomach muscles which were tight. 

As he moved around to the foot of the bed, Lily unconsciously spread her 
legs as far as they would go. She heard him grunt as the full split of her 
wet, eager cunt opened fully to his view and touch. Her thighs were nearly 
at right angles to the creaming crack of her pulsating pussy. 

"This make you hurt at first," he said, standing slightly between her legs. 
"But it soon feel very good." 

She turned her head. In his right hand he held a thick, foot-long vibrator 
shaped like a man's cock. Lily smiled when she saw it. Her education in sex 
was about to get another page added. 

"Hurt me!" she said. "Make me scream in pain, Loka! Make my blues go away." 
She cradled her head back on her arms and awaited what she was sure, would 
be a new high in sexual experience. 

With a flip of his thumb the big man turned on the machine. The girl pushed 
her trim, full butt up in the air, exposing and offering both her asshole 
and the pink slit of her pussy in invitation to the treatment he was about 
to offer. 

The vibrator whirred in his hand as he aimed it carefully at her glued 
together pussylips. The blunt head slipped easily between the moist lips of 
her cunt. He worked it slowly along the fur-lined crack, starting just above 
her working, clenching bung. 

She tensed at once as the thrill-giving machine nudged its way towards the 
fleshy, elastic opening of her hungry pussy. Slowly he went on by the 
clutching mouth of her cunt and edged the busy knob of the vibrator higher 
along her seething slit. Then he found the spot and ground the hard, plastic 
head mercilessly against its flesh. 

She nearly careened off the bed as the vibrator electrically massaged the 
bud of her clitoris. Her hands clenched in tight fists, her head came flying 
off her arms. Her mouth flew open but there were no words, only a constant, 
mewling cry of ecstasy. 

He held the whirring shaft against her sensitive clit for several minutes, 
watching her passion build in rising waves as her whole body shuddered and 
twitched from the magic touch. Her cunt squirmed and throbbed frantically as 
her legs kicked the air on both sides of his kneeling body. The cheeks of 
her butt opened and closed as the muscles contracted from the intense 
feeling of pleasure pain. 

"Oh, shit, I. can't take any more of that!" she gasped between violent 
muscular spasms. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock! In my ass, my cunt, 
anywhere, just fuck me with your cock!" 

To add emphasis to her words, she scooted backward towards him on the bouncy 
bed. Her lovely white thighs quivered in their spread as she thrust the 
golden fleece of her pussy towards him with insatiable desire. 

He looked down at himself. His enormous, dark-skinned cock nearly reached 
the pinkly quivering lips of her hungry pussy. It jutted like an angry, 
throbbing instrument of destruction from his hairy groin. 

He cradled the huge shaft of his cock in his left hand and brushed the 
uncircumcised tip against the pulsing cuntlips. Carefully he sifted through 
the soft fur of her beaver. She shivered convulsively as the rod nuzzled her 
sensitive flesh. Loka squeezed the thick pole of meat between his fingers 
and slowly eased his, clenched first back towards his hairy body. The ring 
of soft, pulpy skin around the engorged head of his prick suddenly parted. 
It slipped back on the thick, hard shaft, exposing the swollen knob at the 
end of the huge instrument. He pulled the soft, pliable flesh back until the 
head of his cock was completely free. 

Then he leaned forward and moistened it in the damp furrow of the blonde 
girl's throbbing pussy. He teased her for a moment, rubbing the inflated 
head over her hardened clitoris several times. Slowly he taunted her with 
the enormity of his prick, bringing agonizing moans of desire from her 
parted lips. 

"Don't tease me, you cock sucker, you bastard! Put it in me! Put it all the 
way in me! Split me open with the fucking thing, but give it to me!" Her 
voice rose into a shrill scream as her whole body convulsed up and down on 
the bed. 

With a roar he rocked forward on the balls of his feet. He threw his entire 
weight and strength into one wild, vicious, skewering thrust that sank his 
huge, fat cock to the hilt in her fleshy, waiting cunt. 

She gasped with delight as the huge dong ground to its full depth inside her 
yielding sheath. She could feel it far up in her belly as he leaned hard on 
her upturned butt, sinking the enormous prick as far as it would go in her 
moist cuntal passage. 

Lily thrust her ass up and drew her knees and thighs up and under them. She 
lowered them against his loins as her long blonde hair flowed like a golden 
halo over her shoulders and back. 

She ground her pelvis back against where he stood. His cock danced in her 
belly with each driving thrust. "Oh, God... want it, want it. What a 
marvelous whang between your legs, Loka!" 

Her words were like fuel for the raging inferno she had built in his belly. 
His cock slithered in and out of her nibbling cuntlips with a faster rhythm 
that built with each stroke. Each deep, skewering thrust impaled her whole 
cunt on the immense, throbbing shaft of his wet, glistening cock. 

He looked down at the union of their two bodies. The dark luster of his 
long, gleaming cock contrasted sharply with the whiteness of her creamy 
upturned thighs. The open lips of her hungry pussy like pink ivory as his 
crotch ground against them. 

"Oh, Loka!" she screamed, her voice suddenly far-off, literally leaving the 
steamy heat of her body. "Oh, give me cock! COCK!" 

His savage thrusts continued, again and again. Each delicious stroke buried 
his pole of meat deep in her throbbing snatch until she was going mad with 
ecstasy. She writhed continually now, a constant gasping cry escaping her 
lisping lips. Her eyes rolled wildly in her head as she neared her climax. 

This was the time he had been building to, the time he had been waiting for. 

"Jesus, don't stop!" she screamed as she felt him pull his huge, wet, shiny 
cock from the clasping grip of her cunt sheath. "God damn it, don't stop!
 PUCK ME! FUCK ME!" 

Hut he had already pulled out of her quivering cunt. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Her body was a glistening sheen of sexual perspiration as it throbbed and 
rolled on the bed. Her voice was a blaring, screaming agony of need as she 
implored him not to stop, not to quit the joyous agony of blissful 
impalement. 

"Please! PLEASE! I need it! I need more! Give me back your fucking cock! Put 
your cock back in my cunt! HURRY!" 

He had no plans to leave her hanging. His cock was away from the clasping 
grip of her pussy for only a moment. 

Then she moaned greedily as the thick, distended head of his cock again 
slipped between the pink, ragged lips of her cunt and sank warmly and wetly 
back into the depths of her belly. 

"Oh, yes, yes!" she cried in relief. "Fuck me! Fuck me good, hard, fast!" 

In his hand he held the long, thick vibrator. He rocked his groin away from 
her grinding crotch. Slowly he eased the long rod of his cock from the 
moist, lubricated sheath of her pulpy cunt. He paused there a moment as if 
he were resting. Then his finger switched on the vibrator as he placed the 
device alongside the length of his plunging cock. He rested the base of it 
between his huge, heavy-hanging balls. 

Lily arched nearly off the bed in piercing agony as he rammed the pair, his 
cock and the vibrator, hard into her cunt. They split the soft pink lips of 
her pussy painfully as the immense double-headed cock sank far inside her 
hole. 

It was incredible. Unbelievable. 

She had never felt anything like it. Nothing any man had ever done to her 
had felt like the raping she was currently receiving. The sensation was 
beyond belief. It was as if the giant's cock had suddenly come alive and was 
vibrating deep in her tortured cunt. 

"Oh, God, shit, the fucking thing'l1 kill me! It's ripping my cunt apart!" 

Even the giant Loka himself loved the sight of the two shafts fucking so 
flat and hard into her incredibly stretched pussy. It was like she was 
fucking two men at the same time. Two huge, gleaming cocks skewered her 
snatch at the same instant. 

His hand held the vibrator against his cock as he pushed them both, sinking 
them deeply in the lush, wetly sucking tunnel of her cunt. It was fantastic 
for him as well. The whirring shaft alongside hi8 own prick charged it from 
its thick base to its fleshy tip. 

Slowly, but surely, the young girl's piercing cries grew less anguished as 
the painful splitting of her cunt hole eased. The pulpy pink walls had 
stretched to accommodate the immense entry of the two thick shafts. Lily 
could feel both of them far inside her belly. But even though she felt their 
force, she could not distinguish between them. It was as though Loka's 
massive cock had just suddenly doubled its already huge proportions. 

God, she thought, how could she ever be satisfied with anything less after 
this? How could any two ordinary men ever hope to satisfy her desires now 
that she had experienced this? Then she smiled. She would find a way. She 
knew that she would always find a way to get her satisfaction in fucking. 

Loka held the buzzing shaft of the vibrator tight against his own prick as 
he screwed into her deeply with the twin rods. Again and again he rammed 
them both to the hilt in her insatiable hole, spreading the lips of her 
pussy beyond belief. As he pulled back, the pink flesh was pulled out from 
the inner part of her cunt. It clung to the shafts of the double-cock almost 
as if the walls of her clasping pussy were reluctant to release the 
magnificent pricks that were bringing her such exquisite pain. 

"I'm coming! Oh, shit, my pussy's juicing like hell! My cunt's bursting!" 
She screamed and writhed as though this orgasm were her very first. She rose 
up, straightening her arms and gathering handfuls of the bed in order to 
give her body leverage. Then she arched her back and slammed her cunt over 
the twin cocks like a mad woman under the divine spell of sexual possession. 

As she came, the giant tried to hold his own come back. It was impossible. 
Her come brought on his own, crashing and burning through the tube of his 
cock. He felt her shiver, sensed the soft, clawing walls of her cunt 
contract wildly to milk the sperm from his throbbing cock. 

He buried it to the balls, submitting to the sensuous feel of the whirring, 
electrical shaft alongside his own. 

Then with one long, gigantic thrust it happened. Thick, rich torrents of 
heavy, creamy white sperm spurted into her cunt as his huge cock spat its 
load into her body in long, thick streams. He roared in victory as he felt 
his cock swell to an even greater size with the force of his great come. 

It was too much pain, too much joy for Lily. She closed her eyes and let her 
mind and body fall into a dark cavern of momentary suspended animation. 

When the last shuddering spurt of jism had drained from his great cock, Loka 
pulled it from her hole. He left the long vibrator inside her pussy, 
whirring still, just its base extending from the heated, sperm oozing 
cuntlips, and left the room. 

When some of the sexual aftershock had worn off, Lily swam back up from the 
abyss of darkness to find herself alone in the dim room. She felt the 
vibrator still in her cunt. She reached down and eased the thick, 
sperm-covered device from her pussy. Shutting it off, she sank it as far 
into her mouth as she could and licked all the giant's cum. When it was 
totally clean, she rose from the bed and slipped it into her coat pocket 
before she finished dressing. 

An hour later she slipped into the bed beside Steven. The clock on the 
bedside stand said four-thirty. By any standard Lily should have been 
satiated and completely worn out. 

She wasn't. Even though her body was tired, the second she took Steven's 
flaccid cock into her hand, her cunt tingled with need anew. 

She spread her legs and quickly eased the vibrator up her ass until just the 
ridged end of it still protruded from her bung. Then she turned it on and 
waited. Soon the wonderful, electrical sensations started to flow through 
her ass, her pussy, and her body to end in the hard tips of her swollen 
jugs. 

When her desires had again reached a peak, she dropped her head under the 
sheet. Her mouth closed over his cock and in no time, even in the deepest 
sleep, Steven's prick hardened to its fullest in her sucking throat. 

He came at the same time as she without even waking up. The thick sperm 
gushed dawn her throat as her own juices flooded her thighs and dripped down 
to soak the sheets. 

Lily fell asleep with the dildo still singing in her asshole and Steven's 
dripping cock in her mouth. 

The first taping went well. The second even better. By the fourth, Lily was 
a master. She could not only mesmerize the studio audience, but the 
technicians working the show were as equally caught up in the hypnotizing 
quality of her presence. 

Both the men and the women drooled openly at the lush fullness of her virgin 
like body in the newly designed gowns. She learned to squeeze and pinch her 
nipples just before she went in front of the lights so they appeared to 
pound against the tight, clinging material of the dress like two imps of 
Satan. 

And even while they drooled, they marveled and revered. It was as if she 
were the original sin that they could experience in their mind just by 
watching her whirl and move. And then, as they sinned, they also received 
redemption through her smile, her words, and her touch of blessing on their 
sweaty foreheads. 

There were those who decried her power, those who claimed she was actually 
the minister of Satan. They said she was really a devil-worshiper in the 
body of a saint. But still the faithful multiplied and came in droves. They 
also donated in droves and in great amounts. 

By the evening of the fifth taping, the first two shows had been released. 
Letters, filled with donations, poured in from all over. Many from cities 
where the programs hadn't even been carried. People had heard about this 
wondrous girl through friends who had seen the show. 

Steven, always beside her in his immaculate white suit, got his share of 
adoration and mail. But only a fraction of what Lily received. 

A huge promotional conglomerate saw what she was destined to become and 
offered to back her on a revival tour. Willie brought the papers for her to 
sign. 

"What's this?" she asked, scanning the contracts closely. 

"Our percentage of the gate take," he replied. 

"Fifteen percent?" 

"Sure, Lily. Hell, we get all the take from the collection plates." 

"Shit," she said. Scratching out the 15 percent and scribbling 40 in its 
place, she finally signed the papers. 

"Lily ... honey," he said, "they'll never go for it.. . never. 

"Then tell them to find somebody else to promote," she replied. 

"There ain't nobody else," he said. "Right now you're the only game in 
town." 

"That's right," she said, smiling up at him and handing him the papers. 
"Take the papers back to them, Willie. They'll go for it." 

He left, mumbling to himself, and returned in two hours. 

"They went for it," he said, total awe on his face when he told her. 

Several international news magazines wanted pictorial interviews. 

Lily refused. 

"But, Lily," Steven implored, backing up Willie's insistent urging. "You're 
news. It's great exposure. You can't make the media pay to interview you." 

"The hell I can't," she insisted. "They charge people for their damn 
magazines, don't they? They charge for people to advertise in the damn 
things, don't they? Willie, let 'em know I can be interviewed, but I want a 
donation to the building fund." 

"How much?" Willie asked, his voice loaded with impatience. He winced 
noticeably at her reply. 

"Twenty-five thousand," she said, without batting an eye. "But put it out 
for bids. The first one to go over that figure gets the interview." 

Willie did as she asked, or rather as he was told, and was again amazed by 
her stupendous gall, her street savvy and her ability to smell out a good 
deal when it came her way. The interview was eventually granted for 
thirty-two thousand in cash. 

As the weeks went quickly by, approaching the evening of that fifth taping 
and the first scheduled stop on the revival tour, two problems continued to 
plague both Willie and Steven-Lily's increased drinking and her incessant 
demands for more and more sex, sex of a kinky and strange variety. 

No matter how they tried to cater to her whims and her desire, it became 
increasingly more difficult for just the two of them to satisfy her sexual 
cravings. She had begun to demand much, much more than the two at them could 
deliver. 

It was during that fifth taping, near the end, when Lily starting shouting 
and ranting her usual message about the body and lust, that Steven, standing 
beside her, suddenly realized the full impact of the girl's mystical power. 

From the moment she hail stepped onto the stage, her body bathed in a halo 
of light, the audience had been mesmerized. They belonged to her. The 
rhythms in her voice and the oozing sexual connotations in her body set them 
boiling. They stomped, and screamed, and shouted their love for her. Both 
the men and the women in. the audience were like fawning slaves in their 
belief. They saw in Lily an escape from their own humdrum lives. They saw 
the kind of salvation they could understand, the kind they instinctively 
wanted live now, die later. 

She had them and she kept them. 

Usually, when they were at their peak and pouring their donations into the 
passing plates, Lily would disappear and Steven would take over. That night 
they wouldn't let her go. And Lily gave them the excitement they wanted. She 
turned herself on to the point of total extreme. Her face became even more 
innocent as she walked the stage, her butt dancing lewdly and provocatively 
in the tight dress. Her tits swaying with sensual delight, she would turn in 
such a way that they would almost slap each other and bounce with joy. It 
nearly became lewd the way she said sin with her body and salvation with her 
shouting, hypnotizing voice. 

In the front, a tall, willowy brunette, expensively dressed and somewhere in 
her early thirties, appeared to be going into some sort of a catatonic 
trance. At first Steven thought that it was he who caused it. But as he 
watched her, he realized that it was not he, but Lily, another woman, who 
was creating a near sexual frenzy in the woman's body. 

Her eyes were riveted on Lily's face. Her breathing was heavy, causing her 
full tits to rise and fall with the tempo of Lily's words. She had 
unfastened the top three buttons of her blouse so that her ample jugs bulged 
in clear view above her bra in the open space. 

Each time Lily would look directly at her, the woman's legs would spread 
farther open, her ass would move about in a rubbing motion over the seat, 
and her hands would crawl up to knead and squeeze the fleshy fullness of her 
quivering boobs. She pursed her thick, sensuous lips and tilted her head 
backward in the seat. Hooding her eyes, she appeared to fade into a trance. 
It seemed as though she became enveloped in some erotic fantasy that was 
taking place right in front of five hundred people. 

But no one saw her. All eyes were glued on Lily. She roamed up and down the 
stage, eventually pausing to end her sermon in a flourish directly in front 
of the woman. 

As Lily ended her oration, she handed Steven the microphone and sank to her 
knees. Lifting her arms to the heavens, she stared down directly at the 
woman. 

During this time the woman's hands had been over her left tit. When their 
eyes met, she opened her hands to reveal the fact that she had pulled her 
boob out of the bra. It burst forth, nearly mammoth in size, and 
well-rounded. Its nipple was huge and the areola covered the entire end of 
her tit. 

Then the studio went black for a moment and Lily was gone. 

In the dressing room Steven and Willie were going into convulsions. The 
collection had been huge. Phil Hastings, the independent network owner, 
wanted a contract for twenty more shows, and a publisher had just called 
offering fifty thousand for a ghost-written account of Lily's life. 

"Wonderful," Lily said, her voice without any emotion, her eyes planted on a 
far segment of the wall. "I need a drink." 

"Sure, Lily, sure," Willie said, rushing from the room. 

"Did you see that broad in the front row?" Steven asked. 

"Yeah ... I saw her," Lily replied. "Go get her." 

"What?" 

"Go out to the lobby and find her!" 

"Are you crazy, Lily? The woman's obviously a nut. Besides, you can't do 
anything with her she's part of the general public. It's just too damn 
dangerous." 

"I said go get her, Steven. It's time you learned to do what you're told. 

"What do you want her for, Lily? Jesus; aren't Willie and I enough for you 
any more?" 

"Frankly . . . no, you're not. She's obviously a troubled woman. I'm going 
to give her a little of Lily's private salvation. Now will you get your ass 
out there and find her." 

Lily had changed into a robe by the time the woman entered her dressing 
room. She was sobbing hysterically as Lily led her to the day bed and sat 
her down. 

"Oh, my God, Miss Lily," the woman groaned, "can I ever be forgiven? How 
could I do such a thing? What could have made me do it? Please, please 
forgive me." 

"Just calm down," Lily said, cradling the dark head against her own belly 
and softly speaking to the woman. 

"I don't know what came over me," she said. . "You're troubled," Lily 
replied, patting the woman's silky hair. "And you're looking for the light 
in your life. Your body as well as your mind needs that light. You must 
experience a sin to recognize it. What is your name?" 

"Sheila," the woman sobbed, laying her head firmly against the softness of 
Lily's yielding belly as if she could, by mere proximity, pull strength from 
the young girl's flesh. "Sheila Carroll." 

"Miss Carroll..." 

"Mrs. Carroll.. Sheila," the woman said quickly. 

"Sheila, don't be afraid," Lily cooed, gently pushing the woman's head down, 
without her realizing it, until the downy softness of her pussy mound 
pressed against the woman's cheek through the filmy material. "Talk to me... 
Tell me." 

"I don't know what to tell. . or where to start. My life's a mess. I don't 
even know who I am any more." 

"Money? Is it money?" Lily asked, almost amazing herself as she felt the 
power and control she was exerting over this woman, fifteen years her 
senior. 

"No. . . I have all the money I could ever need. My husband left me that 
when he died. Even when I failed him all his life, he still left everything 
to me when he passed on. That's the problem I guess. I just never made him 
happy. He was a highly sexual man and I... well, I was always afraid of sex. 
It always frightened me and I always felt it was so dirty. Then I saw you 
tonight and something came over me." 

"You weren't wrong in what you did. Not really. You should be proud of your 
body, revel in what it can do for you, in the joy it can give you. I would 
say that you have a beautiful body." 

Lily carefully removed one of her hands from the woman's head and gently 
pulled on the sash that held her robe together. As the sash fell to the 
floor she put her hand back on the woman's head and entwined her fingers in 
her hair. 

"And now," the woman droned on, her speech punctuated by occasional sobs, 
"I'm losing my son as well. I love him so much but he hates me. He can't 
stand having me around him or even the sight of me near him." 

Lily had been slowly and carefully moving and manipulating the woman's head 
back and forth as she stroked the smooth, shiny hair. At the same time her 
robe had been slipping open, inch by inch, until, just as the woman 
mentioned her son, the robe had come completely apart and the soft, golden 
fleece of Lily's beaver had come in direct contact with the woman's cheek. 

Lily had fully intended on turning her face into her cunt and gently 
encouraging her to lick and suck her pussy, using the same philosophy of sin 
and redemption she had watched her stepfather use on the young girl so many 
months before. But she paused as the woman talked about her son, merely 
holding the cheek against her pussy, and listening. An idea had struck her, 
an idea to add yet another page to her book of sexual education and 
experience. 

"How old is your son?" Lily asked. 

"Oh, he's only fourteen," the woman replied, "but he's a man 
already-full-grown, intelligent, handsome. He takes all that from his 
father. But I'm afraid he's independent like me. I want to hold him so much, 
give him my warmth, love him. But he just won't let me." 

Lily continued to rub the soft hair of her pussy mound against the woman's 
face as she spoke. "You must bare your soul to him and he to you," she 
intoned. 

As she continued speaking, it became a replay of what had happened earlier 
when the woman was in the audience. She seemed to fall into a type of 
trance, her eyes glazed, incoherent mumbles floated out of her throat, and 
her hands roamed up to her full, heaving tits 

The temptation was too great. Lily's body had been too far aroused to stop, 
even though the idea she had conjured included the woman's son. She would 
save that for later, she decided, and spread her thighs slightly, pushing 
her cunt forward at the same time. She turned the woman's face full into her 
pussy. 

Gasping in anticipation, Lily rose to the tips of her toes so she could 
squirm the top of her mound, the cleft of satin skin and curling hair around 
her clitoris, over the woman's nose. She used the nose like the rubbery tip 
of a cock, grinding it around and around the smooth skin and over the 
throbbing, hardening knob of her erect, miniature cock. 

"You must give love," Lily said, "in order to receive it." 

"Yes... yes," the woman sobbed in agreement. "I see . . . I can see." 

Lily could feel the seeping juices start to flow between the opened lips of 
her cunt. She moved forward a little so the angle of her cunt was almost 
over the enraptured face. She held the woman's head tightly by her hair and 
ears and gently soaked her entire face with the hot secretions from her 
pussy. 

"I'll show you," Lily said, "I'll show you, Sheila, how to give love." 

She looked down. The woman's face glistened already. It radiated with a 
glowing sheen from Lily's ministrations. The eyes were closed and the mouth 
had sagged open in supplication. It was as if she were hypnotized. 

Lily gently ran the soaked lips of her pussy across the woman's facial lips, 
letting her juices seep into her mouth. 

"Taste my love, Sheila. Take the juice of my love box into your mouth and 
swallow. Suck with your lips, your cheeks, your mouth, and take me down your 
throat!" 

The woman's lips started an erratic slurping, sucking action that pushed 
them into the velvet folds of Lily's cunt and over the knob of her clitoris. 
Lily could feel her first come building almost at once, as the woman's 
sucking mouth and lips worked back and forth, in and out, of her excited 
cuntal ridges. 

She reached farther around the woman's head until her hands met and her 
fingers entwined behind her neck. When her hold was strong and secure, she 
spread her thighs wider apart and pulled with all her strength. 

Sheila's face lifted and slid up between Lily's sticky thighs into the soft, 
wet muff of the girl's gyrating pussy 

Lily moaned, letting her mind float away from her body to absorb all of this 
pleasure. The moan quickly turned into a hissing sigh of joy as the woman's 
lips found their way to her already hotly stimulated cuntlips. 

"Your tongue. . . give me the love of your tongue, Sheila!" Lily gasped. 

With a loud grunt Sheila poured her tongue forth into Lily's seething, juice 
seeping hole and settled in to steadily suck and slurp the girl's excited 
snatch. 

Lily pulled harder on the captive head, holding it firmly against her twat 
as she wound her thighs around the woman's head so as not to lose a moment 
of the delicious sensation. 

Her thighs shook and quivered nearly out of control, making it hard for her 
to maintain her standing, semi crouching position over Sheila's face. The 
older woman was now warming to her work causing the whole of Lily's cunt to 
pulse to the point when it would burst into wild, uncontrolled orgasm. 

Her throbbing, bouncing asscheeks began to flail crazily back and forth, 
driving the warmth of her flowering cunt around and over the deftly potent, 
plunging tongue. It would be soon, she knew, as she rocked back and forth 
from her heels to her toes, lowering and raising her cunt over the joyful 
hardness of the cock like tongue that fed on her lust. 

Sheila, even in her catatonic delirium, sensed that she was giving, giving 
of herself. She sucked furiously on Lily's tense clitoris. She felt her face 
being moistened with the rivers of sticky goo that flowed from the heart of 
Lily's convulsing cunt. 

"I'm coming!" Lily groaned with a high-pitched squeal. "Oh, God, I'm 
coming!" 

Her ass thrashed up and down convulsively as she seemed to float six inches 
off the floor. Her whole body was bathed in a warm ecstatic flame as her 
face twisted and contorted like something not quite human. Her voice rose 
into a shrieking wail of lust as the last spasms of her come washed through 
her body. 

She dropped the woman's head. It lolled back onto the sofa. 

"There!" Lily shouted. "You see, Sheila? You came to me and you gave me your 
love. You can give, Sheila. Now I'll show you how to receive love. 

When Lily got no answer from the woman, she looked at the sprawled body 
between her legs. Long, thin strands of her cunt juice stretched from her 
sopping labias all the way down to the smiling, sleeping face. 

Sheila was a picture of pure contentment. 

She had passed completely out. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"I can't do it, Lily!" Willie cried. "I just can't do it. It's too damn 
dangerous." 

"You got the equipment, didn't you?" Lily asked, cradling his head against 
her naked tit. 

At the conclusion of her own come, she had almost gone down on Sheila 
Carroll and sucked her pussy even though the woman was unconscious. It would 
have been a strange, perverted thrill to suck the woman into uncontrolled 
orgasm without her knowledge but, at the last minute, the girl's original 
idea about the son returned to her, and she decided to wait. 

She managed to awaken her and, as Lily had expected, Sheila was full of 
undying thanks for the realization Lily had given her. Again she broke into 
uncontrolled sobbing. 

Lily quieted her and slowly got the conversation around to her son again. 
"Sheila, there is a way you can show your son the love you have for him." 

"Yes... I'll do anything you say"' the woman replied. 

Lily told her to pick up her son and meet at her hotel suite in two hours, 
no more, no less. 

As soon as she left, Lily shouted for Willie. 

"But damn it, Lily," he continued, "you can't just go around fucking 
everybody. I mean you're going to blow the whole deal." 

"I'm not going to fuck anybody, Willie. She is. And she's going to pay to do 
it. I'm telling you she's a perfect mark." 

"But what if she squawks?" 

"She won't," Lily said, "believe me, she won't." Lily rose and moved towards 
him. "You set everything up and I'll take care of everything else." 

"What equipment?" Steven said. 

Lily looked up to see him standing in the open doorway. She delved into his 
eyes with hers as if to ascertain how long he had been standing there and 
how much he had heard. 

"None of your business, Steven. What do you want?" 

"We've got that meeting upstairs with Hastings in five minutes, your 
highness," he replied caustically. 

"How long will it take?" Lily asked. 

"An hour... maybe a little more, maybe a little less. Why?" 

"That's also none of your business either, Steven. But I'll tell you anyway. 
I've got an appointment in a couple of hours." 

"Who is it this time?" Steven asked, a sneer wrinkling his lips. "A dwarf? A 
black transsexual? Or that weird broad I just saw leave?" 

"Get out!" 

"Your pussy's going to ruin you someday, Lily." "Don't talk to her like 
that, you phony fuck!" Willie said, jumping to his feet and advancing on 
Steven. 

"You take two more steps, you rummy, and I'll make an emergency case out of 
you," Steven said, planting his feet wide apart and crouching to do battle. 

It was obvious to Lily that the bigger man could do just what he said. 
"Willie!" 

He stopped in his tracks like a trained dog, and returned to her side. 

"Go upstairs, Steven! I'll be there in a few minutes." 

With a contemptuous glance at Willie, the big blond eased himself out the 
door and closed it behind him with a loud slam. 

"I hate that smug son-of-a-bitch," Willie said, clenching and unclenching 
his fists by his sides. 

"Calm down," she said, coming up behind him and moving her body in close to 
his ass as she circled his waist with her arms. "When the time comes, I'll 
decide how to get rid of him but now, the important thing is-are you going 
to do this little job for me tonight?" 

She dropped her hands down across his belly, unzipped his fly, and brought 
his flaccid cock into the open. 

"It's easy money, Willie," she urged. "Easy money for you and me, both." 

As she spoke, she worked her hand back and forth on his cock. Slowly but 
surely it grew in her hand, swelling and throbbing almost against his will. 

"Lily . . I'm tellin' ya. . 

His shirt, in the back, was starting to dampen with perspiration. 

"Easy money, Willie," she cooed, feeling the head of his cock start to 
harden in her hand. "Do you want me, Willie? Do you want to fuck me? Do you 
want to stick your cock in me? Now?" 

He turned to her and moved his body in close to hers, but he continued to 
shake, his body still as stiff as a board. Lily. . . "he.stammered. 

"Do you want my pussy, Willie? My asshole? Where do you want to put your 
cock, Willie?" 

"Oh Jesus, Lily ... Lily, I love you." 

"I know you do, Willie," she said, and quickly turned around. She bent over 
the arm of the sofa and in one quick movement threw her gown up over her 
hips to expose the naked beauty of her thighs and ass. Between them nestled 
the golden fleece of her beaver and the wet, pink furrow of her moist cunt. 

As Willie looked at the puffy pink flesh of her open gash, his cock bounced 
and quivered uncontrollably before him. He could almost taste almost smell 
the heavy, tangy odor of her oozing pussy walls. 

"Funk me, Willie! Hurry!" she cried. "I've got to be upstairs soon. Stick 
your cock up my cunt and put out the fire in my pussy that woman started! No 
one puts out the fires in my cunt and body like you do, Willie. Pour your 
meat to me and give me your sweet, delicious cum. Flood me with your fucking 
cum, Willie! Hurry, I have to go!" 

Lily was demurely dressed all in white from her head to her toes when, with 
a smile of total innocence, and Willie's cum still dripping into the crotch 
band of her panties, she walked into Phil Hastings' oak-paneled inner 
sanctum. 

Phil Hastings was a Southern gentleman from the old school. He pampered his 
children, particularly his daugther, to the extremes that both daughter and 
son looked upon him as a deity and themselves as the prodigals. He revered 
his wife, placed her on a pedestal, and screwed her only on Saturday nights 
when he'd always had too much to drink. Even then, he could only bring 
himself to ball her in the dark. 

He was an avid church member, making sure of each and every Sunday 
attendance, and he frequented whorehouses during the week, the latter only 
when business dictated that he be one of the "good ole boys?' Which was 
usually every Tuesday and Thursday night. 

He had a prosperous business, owned the building his office was in, and 
sported two secretaries. They were both nineteen, one year older than his 
daughter and they had both been his mistress for four years. 

"Lily . . .Lily, you were a saint tonight,'" he said. "Sit down . .. sit 
down." 

"Thank you," Lily said demurely, as befitted 'Hastings' image of her, and 
sat on the very edge of the proffered chair with her hands folded in her 
lap. 

"I think you know everyone here," Hastings continued. "My lawyer, Harry 
Lyles. My secretary, Clara. And this is my daughter, Connie. She's almost a 
believer, just from seeing the five tapings." 

Lily had just nodded at the first two people; she had seen them often 
before, particularly Clara. She had hidden in Steven's bathroom one night 
when the girl had come up to his room and blown him. 

The daughter was different. She had been seated across the room in partial 
darkness. Now she came forward, her hand extended towards Lily. 

"I'm overwhelmed to meet you, Ms. Turpin," Connie said. "You're electric 
when you speak." 

"Thank you," Lily said, taking the girl's hand. "And by the way ... I'm 
Lily." 

She was short, like her father, but extremely well-proportioned. The skin of 
her face was clear and very white, like fine porcelain. It was framed in 
soft, shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair that fell in neat waves just 
short of her shoulders. A low-cut blouse made no effort to conceal the 
generous swell of the two equally white, molded tits rising above the tight 
front. Her waist was as tiny as her tits were large. It appeared to be 
cinched to accentuate the fullness of her hips that flowed downward to 
perfectly tapering legs. The short skirt she wore was so tight that it 
offered a fun view of the bulge of her pussy mound, where her thighs joined. 

When she moved back from Lily, she seated herself in such a way that the 
skirt rode up to reveal a wealth of full, ample thighs. She smiled at Lily, 
not bothering to tug it down. 

Lily found her very interesting, in more ways than one. 

"Let's get down to facts, Lily. Steven tells me you negotiate all your own 
contracts?" 

"That's right." 

"This tour. . . you'll need a lot of national exposure ... 

"I'm getting it," Lily said, calmly casting her eyes back to Connie's 
expanse of white thighs between the dress and the chair. 

"I can, for the right deal, put you into one hundred and twelve markets, 
Lily." 

"And what deal is that, Mr. Hastings?" 

"Two things. One-television exclusive. Two- 20 percent of total revenue."
 "You," Lily said, "want 20 percent?" He chuckled. "Eighty." "I get the 
twenty," she said. 

"Of the total revenue, Lily," he urged. "The whole ball game. What do you 
say to that?" He settled comfortably back in his chair, clipped and lighted 
an expensive cigar, and grinned broadly. 

"I think," Lily said, a matching smile of complete innocence on her face and 
open vacuity in her eyes, "that the deal stinks." 

The room fell totally silent with the exception of Connie, Hastings' 
daughter, whose body erupted in only partially repressed giggles. 

"First of all, Mr. Hastings," Lily continued, rising, "I am exclusive only 
to myself." She crossed to Connie and took her hand. "I'm so happy to meet 
you, Connie. Perhaps sometime we can get together and talk." 

"I would love that," the girl replied. 

Lily moved to the door, paused, and turned. "Secondly, Mr. Hastings or as 
you put it, 'number two'-I want 50 percent of everything, including reruns 
and subsidiary rights." 

She closed the door on Phil Hastings' gaping mouth, and moved into the outer 
office, Steven caught her at the end of the hall by the elevators. 

"Are you crazy?" 

"Why?" Lily said, pushing the Down button without bothering to look at him 
as she spoke. 

"Do you realize how powerful he is? I mean, he's got more clout even than 
Victoria Marsh. He could ruin us right now before we ever get off the 
ground." 

"But he won't," she said. 

"He might. He's a stubborn son-of-a-bitch. His theory in business is, if he 
doesn't get the deal, then nobody get it." 

"Then it's up to you to fuck his wife and secretary some more and get him to 
take the deal." 

"It's gone beyond that now. Hell; they don't mean shit to him when it comes 
down to money." 

"Then who does, Steven? Everybody has a weakness." 

"Connie, his daughter . .. but. . . oh, no,. Lily, not me. She's his pride 
and joy. I think he'd kill anybody who messed her up?' 

"Then... " Lily said, stepping through the elevator door, "you'll just have 
to find a way on your own." 

"I'm telling you 

"BULLSHIT! I'm telling you. Get your ass back in there and settle a deal. . 
. on my terms. That's your fucking job-or maybe, Steven, you don't want your 
job any more." 

"You're no saint, Lily," he said, shaking his head. "You're Satan." 

"And you're no Judas, Steven," she replied. "Even though you'd like to be, 
you just don't have the guts it takes." He turned away, mumbling to himself, 
his head still rocking in a palsied manner as he moved. "And Steven?" 

"Yeah?" he said, stopping but not turning. 

"During the first week of that tour.. . 

"Yeah?" 

"Invite the girl, Connie, along as my guest." 

The elevator door closed with a final, whooshing sound and she was gone. 

The son's name was Mark. He was very tall for his age, and gangly, not yet 
having developed the flesh of muscle to fill out the frame that had grown so 
fast upward. He stood on first one foot, and then the other, obviously very 
uncomfortable in the company of two older and beautiful women. 

Lily smiled to herself, seeing them together for the first time. They would 
someday make a lovely couple together. 

She felt a sudden, urging tug in her own belly, wishing she had taken 
advantage of Sheila in her dressing room after all when she saw the woman 
for the second time that night. Sheila had done exactly as Lily told her. 
She had added to her natural beauty and youth by wearing provocative 
clothing and appliing just the right amount of make-up to her fine-featured 
face. 

Sheila was truly beautiful standing in the open doorway with Mark behind 
her. She was a big woman, tall and statuesque without being heavy. Her 
wealth of dark hair was piled on her head and held together with a jeweled 
barrette. She was even fuller-breasted and broader-hipped than Lily had 
remembered. 

She wore a printed red and blue lounging gown. 

 Her lips were crimson, full and deliciously pouting. Now that she had 
totally made up her mind concerning what she was about to do, her eyes, her 
lips, and her whole face mirrored a well of incredible passion that was 
immensely apparent. 

"Come in," Lily urged. "You needn't spend the night in the hall, Mark." She 
smiled him into the roam with her eyes. "Come on in. I won't bite you.., at 
least not right away." 

He blushed, shuffled into the room and mumbled a hello. 

Lily had dressed as a young girl, in an extremely tight and low-cut sweater 
and a short skirt. She knew the boy could see down the front of her sweater 
to the semicircles of her areola tops and even her nipples. The light in the 
room was just right to accentuate the tantalizingly clinging quality of her 
clothing to her slender waist and gently rounded ass. From the, soft mound 
of her cunt, down through the long, tapering legs beneath the short skirt, 
Lily seemed to exude an overpowering aura of sex that had its effect on the 
young man the second he entered the room. He only had eyes for her body, and 
already a bulge, just from seeing her, had started to expand in the tight 
jeans he wore. 

"Come, Mark, sit beside me here on the sofa. Sheila, will you fix us same 
drinks? There's a sideboard in the kitchen." 

"I don't believe in no religion," he said, putting himself at once on the 
defensive. 

Lily leaned forward to give him an even better and fuller view of the huge 
swell of her boobs as they swayed outward from her chest, filling even 
farther the material of the sweater. 

"Not even the religion of love, Mark?" she asked. "Don't you have any girl 
friends? Don't you have desires that want and need to be fulfilled?" 

As she talked, her words had the same soothing, almost hypnotizing effect on 
the son as they had had earlier on the mother. 

"Yeah ... sure I got girl friends." 

"Do they look like me, Mark? Are their breasts as large and full and sweet 
as mine?" 

He was shocked by her words, but he tried to cover it with bluster, wanting 
this beautiful young, strange girl to think of him as a man of the world 
rather than a boy. 

"Do they, Mark? Do your girl friends have tits like mine?" she urged. 

"Uh...no...uh...that ain't no way for a religious woman to talk," he 
stammered. 

"It depends," Lily cooed, "on the woman, and on the religion. It can be 
good, Mark. It can be wonderful. Would you like to touch my breasts, Mark. 
Touch and feel and taste my breasts?" 

"You mean. . . you. . you'd let me?" 

"Of course." 

Tentatively he reached for her with a trembling, shaking hand. She took it 
and placed it on her tit with hers. She moved his palm around and around the 
full globe until the nipple rose to push against his skin. When the desire 
in his mind had been concentrated on her tit and some of his fear had 
dissipated, Lily moved his hand to her other boob and did the same thing. At 
the same time she dropped her own hand to the inner part of his thigh. 

"Now, Mark," she said, "squeeze them knead them hard.. . like this." She 
applied pressure with her own hand, leading him to do the same to her jugs. 
"This is part of love, Mark. Part of the most exciting experience you will 
or can ever have. It leads to fucking, Mark, the giving and receiving of 
love. The greatest thing you can do. Would you like to do that inside my 
sweater?" - 

"You... you mean on your bare skin?" 

"0f course." 

"But..." he gulped, struggling to free the words, "what if my mother comes 
in?" "It's all right. She has discovered the value of love. Your mother is 
beautiful, don't you think? Her breasts are full and beautiful like mine."
 Yah .. I guess so." 

As she spoke, Lily pulled her sweater up and over her head. Then she 
unhooked her bra and slid it from her shoulders. He gasped and nearly 
fainted when he saw the twin, heavy globes of her gigantic, womanly tits 
burst into his view. 

Without her urging, he cupped and lifted them gingerly and gleefully in his 
hands. She lowered her eyes and saw his cock bulging in the tight crotch of 
his pants. 

"Your mother's breasts are like mine, Mar- warm, and full, and giving." 

"They . . . they are?" he said. 

She ran her hand over his cock through the material of his pants. He gasped 
and began furiously squeezing and kneading the soft mountains of her heavy, 
tantalizing jugs as the nipples seemed to leap into his sweating palms. 

"Have you ever touched a woman's pussy, Mark?" "Yes.., once. Our maid let 
me, one time." "Did you like it?" "Yes . . . oh, yes, I did." 

"Would you like to touch a pussy, Mark? Would you like to feel the soft lips 
of a woman's pussy in your hands?" 

"Oh, God!" he cried. 

At that, precise moment Sheila re-entered the room and walked directly to 
them. In this lusting state Mark was too far gone to be embarrassed at 
having his mother see what he was doing with Lily. He merely rolled his head 
up to his mother and saw in her body and face, an older, more mature 
duplicate of what his hands were touching and loving. 

"You're beautiful, Mother," he gasped, his mouth hanging open in 
supplication. 

"Oh how I love you, Mark," Sheila said. "I truly love you and Lily has shown 
me just how I can prove it to you." 

"Put the tray down there, Sheila," Lily said, moving closer to the boy and 
pulling his moaning face down into the deep cleft between her knockers. 
"That's it... now come here ... move closer to us. Yes. . . now, Mark, give 
me your hand." 

Lily took the boy's proffered hand and placed the palm and fingers flat on 
Sheila's belly. 

"Isn't it soft under your hand there, Mark?" 

"Yes . . . yes," the boy said, wallowing his face between Lily's full tits 
and thrilling to the soft satin beneath his hand. 

Lily ran his hand downward until it covered the spongy mound of pussy hair 
over his mother's cunt. "Touch it," Lily urged, "pat it. Push against her 
pussy!" 

"Do you like to touch my pussy, Mark?" Sheila said. 

His only answer was a soft groan as he applied more pressure with his hand 
and fingers and pushed a little of the satiny material up into his mother's 
gash along with his thumb. 

"Take your clothes off, Sheila. Your body is so beautiful, we want to see 
it. We want to see your cunt and your tits without any covering. Don't we, 
Mark, don't we crave to see your mother naked?" 

"Oh, God, yes! Be naked for me, Mother!" he cried. 

Sheila drew the ties beneath her tits at the front of her gown. The material 
separated under the pressure of her surging jugs. She yanked the top down 
over her body and stepped out of it. Her large boobs were even more 
impressive at close range. Again Lily's mouth watered. She wanted to suck on 
those huge tits herself, but she disciplined herself, knowing that more than 
her desires were at stake. 

The brunette stood before them, naked, save for a pair of sheer black 
panties. She curled her fingers around the elastic at the top and, with one 
violent tug, ripped them from her lush body. 

"Talk to him, Sheila," Lily commanded. 

"What?" 

"Talk to him. Tell him what you want. Tell him how you want it!" 

The woman's face lit up, her smile radiating the fact that she knew exactly 
what she did want from her son. She began to speak, her hands roving 
wantonly over her body at the same time. 

"I want your cock, Mark. I want all of it." 

"More, Sheila, more," Lily said. "Can't you, see how he loves you, wants 
you?" 

"I want to suck it and feel the cream from your balls go down, deep down 
inside my throat." 

"What else, Sheila?" Lily said, her voice rising with the intensity of the 
moment as if she were delivering a sermon. 

"I want to fuck you, Mark!" Sheila cried. "I want to feel my son's wonderful 
young cock deep up my cunt, in my belly." 

Lily again looked down at Mark's cock. It was throbbing in his pants and his 
whole body was shaking with lust. 

Sheila moved to him, holding her tits before her like two purple-tipped 
globes. She bunched them together with her hands so the huge nipples stood 
out like two domes. She buried her son's head in their softness and twisted 
her chest from side to side in order to give him the full effect of the 
tremendous size and weight of her boobs. 

"Swallow them, Mark!" she cried. "Swallow my tits and suck them like you did 
when you were a baby!" 

She pushed one into his mouth, squeezing it out to flatten across his face. 
He responded by sucking loudly on her offering. She settled into the sofa 
beside him snuggling even closer as his mouth wetted the whole of one 
thrusting jug. 

Lily eased away from them, sure now of the conclusion to what she had 
started. She could see Sheila's pussy hotly secreting juice as her butt 
squirmed ever so slightly on the sofa. 

"Mark," Sheila whispered, oblivious now to everything else, sight or sound, 
in the room. 'Oh, Mark, I love you so very much." She spread her thighs and 
worked her legs over and around one of his. "I love you, I love you 
desperately," she said pantingly, her eyes half-lidded and probing sensually 
into his. "I want to prove that to you in the best possible way." 

She took his hand lower, sliding it under her naked thigh, around and over 
her belly, and placed it on her cunt. 

The teen-age youth gasped, and he twisted beside her. He stared down at his 
mother beside him. Her bare tits sent fiery needles through his whole body 
now, and the sweat on his forehead increased. His brain started to spin. He 
didn't understand, couldn't fathom in that moment what was happening to him. 

Her son's hand made Sheila shiver with delight as she held it pressed over 
her trembling cunt. "Oh, my son, your hand feels so good on my pussy. I like 
you to touch me there, like that. I love it." 

She began to revolve her cunt over his hand. The palm rolled her rigid 
clitoris in tantalizing little circles that made her breath come faster and 
faster from her mouth. Her entire body started trembling in a frenzy of 
desire. 

The boy's stomach became a pit of fire, with the feel of his mother's naked 
flesh. His cook was jerking and trembling in his pants. 

Suddenly the realization of his act hit the boy. "NO!" he screamed. "No .. . 
no, this is wrong! My God, no! I've got a hard-on, and it's the feel of my 
own mother's cunt, her body, her titties that's giving it to me!" 

"Mark, darling," Sheila shouted, "don't stop loving me! I want you to love 
me. Kiss me! Hurry, kiss me right now." 

He was lost. There was no other world for the teen-age youth now except that 
tiny area of existence in her body. There was nothing at all except his 
mother's cunt rubbing his hand, her own son's hand. He sensed nothing but 
his face across her naked, throbbing tits and her begging him to kiss her, 
kiss her not like a son but like a lover. 

Sheila's sensually hooded eyes came closer to his. She brought her mouth 
over his. Her lips opened wide and moved over his. Fiery passion seethed 
through the boy at the contact of his mother's soft, wetly nibbling mouth on 
his own. He began to tremble; her cunt under his hand became like a burning 
mound. Then her hard, wet tongue was flashing into his mouth, meeting with 
his, swirling madly. 

The boy's cock was fully erect now, pulsing with desire. His balls ached at 
the contact of his mother's body with his, her mouth with his. Her hand went 
down onto his knee, making him jerk with further jolts of pleasure. Then she 
drew her hand higher, higher, moving it along his thigh as her tongue and 
mouth worked wildly on his own. Her body strained hard against his. 

Sheila was consumed with raging desire now. Lily could see her plan working 
as she moved farther away from the couple on the sofa; she paused again to 
watch and make sure, at the door of the bedroom. 

Sheila's hands were flying. They stroked the youth's legs they shoved his 
head into her boobs and back to her mound. She moaned deep in her throat as 
she whirled his saliva with hers in both their mouths. 

The boy was lost in the enchantment of his mother and her sweet, soft, hot 
flesh. His love for her was suddenly as strong as any man's for any woman's. 
At that moment he couldn't deny the driving emotions, the all-consuming fire 
that spiraled hotly through his flesh. His arms tightened convulsively 
around his mother. 

"I want you," he sighed. 

"Say it! SAY IT, MARK!" Lily cried from across the room. 

"I want to fuck you, Mother!" he shouted. "I WANT TO STICK MY COCK IN YOUR 
CUNT!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Their bodies now rolled convulsively together on the large sofa. The son's 
hands roamed at will over his mother's softly yielding, resilient flesh. He 
held her tightly to him, his hand again finding the pressed globe of her 
boob. He pinched the hard, erect nipples into greater life, hotter arousal. 
He fused his tongue with hers in a wild, hot kiss that burned with lusting 
desire. 

The mother's eager, searching hand moved all the way up his thigh, found the 
aching cock-bulge between his legs, and began to move over it with gentle, 
yet demanding caresses. 

The touch of her fingers on his hardened dick brought a nervous trembling to 
the boy's body. Agonized, animalistic groans of need and pleasure erupted 
from deep in the core of his young body. 

"Oh, Mark," she sighed, "you're big. You're as big and hard as I knew you 
would be. Oh, how I've dreamed of this day, of loving you, of touching and 
fondling your hard cock." Wildly she stroked his dick and nuts through the 
restraining material. "Does it feel good when I do that?" she asked, 
squeezing the bloated cockhead with thumb and forefinger. 

"Yes... Yeah!" he cried. "It feels like... like nothing I've ever felt 
before. It's wonderful, Mother. Don't stop, don't ever stop." 

"Ohhh, Mark, I want you, I love you. I have to have you. I have to kiss that 
wonderful cock I used to wash and touch when you were a baby." 

Sheila's questing fingers located the zipper on her son's fly, and began to 
draw it down. She broke the kiss she had started then, and nuzzled his 
cheek, his neck. She reveled in his gasping as the air of the room struck 
his naked prick. 

"Oh, Jesus, sweet Jesus!" he wailed. 

"Let me take it out, Mark. Let me take it out and hold it in my hand." 

"If. . . if you want to. Oh, shit, do what you want to. It feels sooo good," 
he moaned. 

"Mark, my darling Mark. I love you. I want you. . . I want and need your 
cock." 

"I want you, too," he moaned. 

"You love me, too, don't you, darling? You want to love me all the way like 
I love you, don't you? Say you do, Mark. Let me take your cock out and hold 
it in my loving hands." 

There was no resistance left in the teen-ager. Never had his body been so 
hot, so filled with desire. 

"Yes, I want you. Yes, yes, yes, I want you, Mother!" His mind and body 
screamed for her touch. "Yes, Mom, yes. I love you, Mom. Take it out! Take 
my cock out!" 

Sheila's fingers drew the zipper all the way down. Then she went to his 
belt. He continued to massage her jugs and shower hot kisses into her soft 
hair and neck as she unfastened his belt, opened his pants and pulled them 
from his body. Then her deft, long nailed fingers slipped inside the 
waistband of his shorts, pulled them down and away from his hard young cock, 
and dropped them to the floor. 

He nearly sobbed in gee as he lifted his ass to help her. 

Across the room Lily grew hot at the spectacle of the woman's wanton 
seduction of her own son. It was a whole new aura of sex opening up for her 
incest. In her mind she wished her own mother were still alive so she could 
go down on her the way Sheila had gone down on her own cunt earlier that 
evening. 

Her boobs and torso, naked from the waist up, gleamed with the sheen of 
perspiration. It was all she could do not to join in with the two writhing 
bodies. Again, exercising all the control she could muster, she quickly tore 
at the remainder of her clothes until she, too, was completely naked, far 
across the room in the near-darkness. 

She sat down in a wide overstuffed chair, balled her fist between her thighs 
and rammed it as far as she could reach up her cunt. When the swelling 
sensation of a full pussy vibrated through her body, she pulled upward until 
her wrist was against her clitoris, and settled back to watch. 

Never had anything felt so good to Mark as the soft warm smoothness of his 
mother's hand wrapped so lovingly around his naked hard-on. Wave after wave 
of desire swept through his body. He moaned aloud in ecstasy. His body 
thrashed around in mindless arousal. He was past all caring about anything 
but the delights that surged through his tortured flesh. 

Sheila transferred his rock-hard, bobbing prick to her left hand. She used 
the right to caress the soft underbelly of his rod with her long nails. Up 
and down she went. Then they dipped lower, located his sperm-bloated young 
balls and began to softly caress them. 

Her passionate eyes stared down lovingly at the huge, palpitating shaft of 
her son's cock. She was actually holding it in her hand. Fiery desire gorged 
her body. The quivering head of his prick glistened wetly from tiny droplets 
of pre-cum seeping from the slit. As she stroked it, the tiny eye in the 
knob seemed to invite her, urge her to take his prick into her hot, wanting 
mouth. 

The mother panted with hot excitement as she moved her head downward. 
Slowly, lower and lower it went, until her face was only an inch above the 
jutting head of her son's fully erect young cock. She opened her mouth and 
licked her lips, allowing the tip of her tongue to almost touch the oozing 
head of his cock. 

Mark opened his eyes and saw his mother's beautiful face nearly engulfing 
his prick. The rigid shaft leaped in anticipation. 

"Mark... oh, Mark," she sighed. 

"Suck it... SUCK IT!" he yelled, and shoved upward with his hips. 

She dipped her head the final inch forward as her heart threatened to burst 
from her chest. Her thighs were wet with the juices of her seeping pussy. 
She truly wanted his cock in her cunt, but now her mouth watered for it and 
she couldn't resist. 

Her tongue gently massaged the rubbery tip of his cockhead. She tasted the 
bittersweet tang of his pre-cum. 

"Yes!" she cried, in total bliss. "Yes, this is what I've wanted to do all 
along. Oh, it tastes so good. Your cock tastes so fucking good!" 

She swirled her tongue around and around the tiny cum-slit, lapping up all 
the juice she found there. 

He groaned a reply, his fingers convulsing tightly in her dark hair as the 
electric shock of her moist, hot tongue on his knob threatened to bring his 
balls to instant explosion. He thrust upward, again and again, urging her 
with his hips to take all his dick into her sweet, sucking mouth. 

With a long, wild wail, his mother opened her mouth wider to accept the 
entire knob inside her cheeks. She moved her tongue in faster and faster 
strokes around the ridge of meat. Holding the root between her fingers with 
one hand, she used the nails of the other to maddeningly tickle his virgin 
balls. 

"Oh, yes, Mom, darling, yessss!" he wailed in abandoned delight as he tugged 
and pulled on her head with his hands. She settled into a rhythm, sucking up 
and down the turgid shaft. With each stroke she took more and more of his 
cock into her hot mouth. Her tongue worked demonically on the head and shaft 
each time her face lifted from his skewering tool. 

With the hot tip of her tongue, she parted the tip of his fiery rod, 
widening it so that more juice could flow out into her mouth. This newfound 
sensation made Mark jerk his hips upward off the sofa and drive his cock 
deeper and harder against the roof of her sucking mouth. He was nearly 
screaming in sweet bliss now as he squeezed and tore at his mother's 
heaving, sweating jugs. His nuts ached with the urgent need for release. 

She was using her lovely face to suck with all the lust and power in her 
body now. Her mind was completely lost, caught up in the animal like act of 
the blow job. She reveled in the pungent taste of her son's cock as his butt 
twisted and rolled in an agony of lust. 

She nibbled at his slick, pounding cock-meat with her even teeth. She sipped 
at the knob with her lips and tongue, wanting him to come wanting to taste 
his hotly flowing young sperm as it filled her mouth to overflowing. 

Her own cunt ached with increased tension as she ground her thighs together, 
trying to build her come to match his when it finally arrived. She wanted 
them both to come together, as lovers. 

Faster and faster she sucked at his cock, more wildly, her own hips churning 
madly as she strained her head harder down into his lap. Her eyes were 
squeezed tightly shut, blanking everything from her mind but his rampaging 
prick. Her head bobbed up and down with frenzied speed. At last she was able 
to take all of his cock into her hot, wet mouth. The throbbing luck-stick 
thumped against the far reaches of her throat and sent her into further 
spirals of joy. 

Her lips and her nose were pressed against the wiry bristles of her son's 
crotch hair on the down stroke of her head. She reveled in the masculine 
aroma of his young genitals as it wafted into her nostrils, urging her on to 
even greater speed. 

"I've got to come ... I want to come," he chanted above her. "I want to come 
in your mouth." 

And then, without any further warning, he was there. He was coming. 

He jammed his hips upward, burying his cock deep in his mother's clasping 
throat. She moaned with joy as the first, hot spurts of jism shot from the 
pulsing hole in his' hotly flaring cockhead. His sperm inundated her throat 
and sucking mouth. It was geysering madly up from his jerking dick to 
sweetly soak her waiting mouth. 

Her throat tightened and untightened as torrent after torrent of his burning 
fuck juice gushed forth. She swallowed desperately to keep from choking on 
the hot jizz. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed again as the spunk streamed 
like a miniature river down into her belly. 

Sheila's own orgasm, brought on by the powerful friction she had been 
applying to her cunt with her thighs, struck. Wild, rapturous release surged 
through her as she sucked ever harder on her son's cock. 

She gurgled and squealed around the spurting rod, still swallowing his 
never-ending flow of young sperm. She reached a height so dizzying, a 
pinnacle of pleasure so great, that her senses threatened to leave her. 

Finally, she lifted her head from her son's deflating cock. Slowly, she let 
his tool slide wetly from between her lips. It left, trailing a thin band of 
cum between her mouth and his receding cockhead. 

Mark leaned back against the sofa, unable to think, unable to do anything 
after experiencing such total bliss. 

Sheila leaned over and kissed him with her sperm-glistening lips. She hugged 
him fiercely and whispered, "Mark, I love you so much. My darling, I wanted 
to make you happy and to make you love me. Did I? Please tell me that I was 
able to satisfy you. 

"It was wonderful. . . beautiful," he sighed, returning her kiss and licking 
the remnants of his own jizz from her lips and chin. "I've never felt 
anything like it. I don't want to ever stop loving you again, Mother, ever." 

"And I you," Sheila sighed, wrapping her arms tightly around her offspring. 

"Did you. . were ....... ?" He didn't know quite how to say it now that the 
raw edge of lust in his body had been executed. 

"Did I come, too?" she asked, easing innocence of his awkward youth. 

"Yes,!' he replied. 

"A little," she replied. 

"Do. do you want to come some more... with me?" he asked. 

"Yes ... oh, yes, lots more," she said. 

"Of course she does," said Lily, emerging from the dark corner of the room, 
"and so do I." 

Mark's cock jumped, rising again to an instant hard-on as he saw the blonde 
beauty's raw body come into the light. "you mean," he gasped, "you want to 
come with us?" 

"Yes, Mark," Lily said, "I've been fucking my own cunt over there all this 
time watching you. Now I want to join you. I want some of your love, some of 
your cock, myself." 

Before another word could be said, in either acceptance or rejection from 
either mother or son, Lily was beside him on the sofa. Her searching hands 
were all over the young man's body. She probed and explored every inch of 
his youthful firmness as she wiggled her naked body between his thighs. 

"What are you going to do, Lily?" Sheila asked, standing by the sofa. 

"I'm going to fuck him, Sheila. I'm going to take your son's pretty cock up 
into my cunt. But don't worry ... I wouldn't leave you out. I want to taste 
and suck your cunt, Sheila. As soon as I have him, I'll take you.. . at the 
same time." 

His cock had settled between her firm thighs. She squeezed him between her 
legs and pushed him up slightly from her body. Her hands went quickly down 
between them. With one she grasped the hardness of his prick and, with the 
other, she caressed the warm, furry curve of her hot gash. Then, with two 
fingers of each hand, she pulled apart the soft, hair-lined lips of her 
pussy. Wider and wider she opened the pink furrow so that the throbbing head 
of his cock could press against the sensitive flesh seated between her pulpy 
labias. 

Lily wriggled forward just a bit and then reclosed her thighs. A soft moan 
came from her lips as the full length of his hardened prick nestled against 
her needing, wanting cunt. The young boy was amazed at the strength of 
Lily's legs. Her thighs squeezed him so tightly he couldn't have escaped 
even if he had wanted to. His body quivered in anticipation as he imagined 
those powerful legs wrapped around his waist as he rammed his cock clear up 
into her clinging cunt. 

"You feel good like this, Mark. So good, so hard, and so naked." As Lily 
spoke, she pushed her crotch up against his, grinding the soft, silky 
triangle of her beaver against his belly and his quivering cockhead. "Now, 
Sheila... now! Climb up on me. Sit on my face. Give me your cunt!" 

Like a zombie the older woman obeyed. She straddled Lily's lovely face and 
lowered her cunt directly down over the girl's mouth. At once Lily's hard 
tongue drove into the woman's swollen gash, sucking and swallowing the 
juices as they rushed from the opened hole. 

Watching the beautiful young girl suck on his mother's cunt drove the boy 
into an instant frenzy of wild desire. With his hand he moved his cockhead 
up and down the seething silt of Lily's pussy. The pulsing female cuntlips 
seemed to draw the bulbous head of his cock like a magnet, licking and 
sampling the hard knob. 

"Yes! Give me your cock, give it all to me!" Lily gasped: "I've got to have 
you. Put your young, hard cock in my cunt, lover!" Lily's legs were flapping 
wildly in the air behind Sheila's hunching body. "And you, Sheila," Lily 
said, looking up into the brunette's contorted face, "smother my face with 
your cunt!" 

Mark guided his aching cock to the soaking entrance of Lily's cunt. He 
snapped his hips towards her upraised crotch with all his strength. His cock 
rammed home in a driving thrust that sliced like a spear into the soft, 
yielding walls of her own cunt. He shoved all of his huge, hardened shaft 
deep along the wet, hot walls of her tight cunt. He heard her cry out in the 
throes of ecstasy as his mother jammed her pussy down over her face. 

"Ohhhh, shit! Oh, fuck my mouth ... fuck my cunt! That's it, Mark, baby, 
fuck your cock into me while your mother gives me all her juices!" 

Her hips flew up to meet his thrusts. His balls smacked solidly against the 
upturned cheeks of her fleshy butt. Deeper and deeper he drove his shaft 
into her seeping hole. He felt the muscles along the walls of her cunt 
tickle and feed hungrily on his cock. Back and forth his hips flew, humping 
his cock in harder and faster. 

He drew his young, blood-engorged cock nearly out of her moist, tight sheath 
then plunged back into her twat again until his balls beat a rhythmic tattoo 
on her asshole. The pressure mounted and mounted in his nuts and his head 
burned with lust at the delicious manipulation of her talented cunt on his 
cock. 

At the same time Mark's mother was being driven out of her mind by the 
talented tongue that reamed the far reaches of her pussy. The older woman 
screamed in rapturous delight as she locked her hands around Lily's head, 
much the same as the girl had done to her earlier, and pulled the young 
girl's face into her exploding cunt. 

Suddenly Sheila could feel the juices flowing from her wide-spread pussy 
like a ruptured dike. They flowed along her thighs and between the flexing 
cheeks of her ass to bathe Lily's face below her. Tears welled from her eyes 
as she felt the first of many tiny, trembling orgasms rack her contracting 
cunt. 

From behind her the mother felt her son's arms up around her body. His hands 
cupped and fondled her jugs while he shook the bed violently with the force 
and fury of his lunges into Lily's writhing cunt. 

Lily was delirious with the giving and getting of such exquisite pleasure. 
She spread her thighs wide and eagerly pummeled her pussy like a velvet 
glove up over his cock. She rocked her head from side to side between the 
brunette's thighs in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy. She fastened her mouth, 
wet with the woman's cum, against her pussy. Her tongue jabbed into the wet, 
pulpy mass of Sheila's snatch and scooped wildly at the sticky juices it 
found there. She sucked and sucked at Sheila's twat, trying to milk it as 
her own pussy milked Mark's burgeoning cock. 

The boy grabbed Lily's ankles and brought her legs up to fasten them, from 
behind, around his mother's waist. The young girl's yielding ass was then 
even higher and her cunt wider to receive the full force of his thundering 
prick, deep into her belly. 

"I ... I think I'm gonna came now!" the boy said, his voice a high, thin 
wail. 

Lily gurgled her agreement and her encouragement around the mouth-filling 
hair and pulpy folds of Sheila's pussy as the older-woman's body started 
subsiding from her lengthy come. Lily was almost there herself. 

"Oh, God, what a pussy! What a beautiful cunt!" Mark screamed as he 
increased his pace, fucking deeper and deeper into the blonde ringed, pink 
furrow of Lily's sweet pussy. 

Sheila, her passion released, had been all but forgotten by the other two. 
She rolled from Lily's face and lay beside their heaving bodies, mesmerized 
by the torrents of heated passion arising from her young son and this 
strange girl, as the two lunged and raged their desire against each other. 

Lily writhed nakedly, like a demon possessed, under her young lover. She 
ground her cunt up over his cock with incredible fury, her legs twitching, 
her toes curling as she Lurched her legs wide. 

Mark pounded deeper still, pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting 
them back hard against her heaving tits until her head was framed between 
them. Her young, heated crotch was now higher and wider than ever, more open 
to the ever increasing power of his rapid, raging plunges. 

Lily could clearly see the imposing beauty of his rooting tool. Her cunt 
suddenly twitched in a racking pre-cum that loosed a scream from her lips. 
"I'm cumn', baby!" she shouted. "Pour it to me! Don't stop honey! Give me 
all your lovin' cock! I'm gonna come like hell-like all hell. Come with me, 
honey. Pour your fuck juice in me when I come!" 

Lily's voice was a piercing shriek as she felt her orgasm strike her cunt 
and belly like a fist. She felt the elastic walls of her cunt contract with 
glee around his cock and begin to gush sticky fluid over it. 

Her breath was hot against his face as it came in short, gasping rasps. His 
body went as rigid as a board as his climax suddenly struck. His cockhead 
erupted with burning fire. The sudden joy of orgasm made his whole body 
shake and tremble. His juice, creamy and thick, spurted from the hole in his 
cockhead to burn its way deep into Lily's violently quivering cunt. 

Her belly quaked with the unleashed pool of heated sperm his throbbing cock 
was emptying into her twat. Their sex juices mixed together and flowed out 
around his cock to melt their pubic hair together and form rivers of cum 
that bathed their joined crotches. 

As the last shudders of her orgasm subsided, Lily rolled her head to the 
side and stared directly into Sheila's saucer like eyes. "Now that was a 
fuck," she smiled. Lily writhed her body from beneath that of the stunned 
boy and stood. "Jesus, I'll get some towels," she said, moving away, "before 
we all drown." 

She walked to the bedroom door, opened it slightly and eased her body 
through the crack. "Did you get it all, Willie?" she asked. 

"Yeah . . . god damn it," he replied from his perch on a table behind the 
door. Before him was a portable, closed-circuit television console, a 
camera, and a monitor. The camera was mounted high and set to track through 
the transom above the door into the living room where the wild, incestual 
orgy had just taken place. 

"What's the matter?" Lily asked. 

"Nothing. I said I got it, god damn it," he replied, keeping his eyes away 
from hers as if all his concentration were on the series of dials in front 
of him. 

"Well, put it up on the monitor and let me see it then," Lily said, her 
voice matching the harshness in his. 

He did as she directed, and ran the videotape in playback through the 
monitor. She, chuckled and. commented as the wild sex play between the 
mother and son unfolded before her eyes a second time. When she herself came 
into the picture, Lily told him to stop it. 

"Okay ... that's enough.. Erase it from where I come in, and then re-cue it 
and jack it into the big set in the living room." 

"I thought you said you weren't going to join in," Willie said, almost as if 
it had been an afterthought in his mind. 

Oh, shit, she thought, here we go again with his fucking jealousy. She 
started to snap back at him, thought better of it, and modulated her voice 
to a tone of cool crispness with a touch of promise thrown in. 

"Willie, honey, I just got hot. My pussy was burning up and I wanted to 
taste her cunt a little. You can't blame your Lily for that, can you?" 

"You said you wouldn't mess around in front of me ... ever. You promised me 
that," Willie said, pouting anger in his face and voice. 

"Don't worry, honey," Lily said. "There'll be a lot of Lily left for you 
after they leave." 

"Maybe I don't want it ... "he mumbled. 

She blew. 

"Damn it, you don't own me, Willie! I own you and I'll fuck who I please 
when I please. Now do as you're told and we'll be all right. Don't, and 
you'll be one sorry son-of-a-bitch. Now cue that fucking tape up! I'm tired 
of your shit." 

Her face a mask of determination, she gathered an armload of towels and 
returned to the living room. 

"Mark, why don't you go on down to the car? I have to talk over something 
with your mother for a moment. . alone." 

The boy, moving in an euphoric, dreamlike trance, walked to the door and 
excited. 

Lily turned to Sheila Carroll. 

"Well.. . didn't I tell you there was a way to settle all your problems?" 

"Yes.. . yes, you did, Lily. I'll be thankful to you for the rest of my 
life. You're a saint, Lily. Is. . .is there anything I can ever do to repay 
you for all of this?" 

"Well, Sheila, perhaps a donation... You could just make a check out to me, 
personally. I'll see that it's put to a good use." 

"Of course," the woman replied, scrambling in her purse for pen and 
checkbook before Lily finished speaking. In seconds she tore the paper from 
the book and handed it to the younger woman with misty tears in her eyes and 
a wide smile of gratitude on her face. "Here, Lily, I hope the amount tells 
you how much I appreciate what you've done." 

"Not really," Lily said, taking the check and examining it carefully. 

"It's not too much believe me," the woman said. 

"I know it," Lily replied, bringing her eyes to a level stare with Sheila's. 
"Fifteen hundred is a drop in the bucket, Sheila. I was thinking more along 
the lines of fifteen thousand." 

"Fit.." The woman's eyes popped open and her jaw dropped in amazement. The 
longer she stared at Lily's unwavering gaze and limp smile the mare she 
realized the girl's meaning. "Blackmail ... that's it, isn't it? You think 
you're going to blackmail me?" 

"Think?" Lily said. "I know, Sheila. And I wouldn't call it blackmail. I 
would rather call it payment for a service rendered." 

"It's blackmail." 

"Write the check!" Lily said. 

"I won't." 

"Willie... Sorry there's no popcorn, Sheila. But here's a feature that can 
be enjoyed over and over again in some of the best homes in town. I'm 
thinking of calling it Mother Love." 

Sheila wrote the check. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Even with fifty thousand people in the huge stadium there was an aura of 
silent calm before a storm as Lily made her way towards the stage. She 
wasn't quite to the top step when pandemonium broke out. 

The faithful went wild and Lily held her arms high in acknowledgement. She 
smiled at the crowd, but the smile was one of inner satisfaction. Willie had 
done his work well. If she wanted, Lily could practically retire from the 
proceeds of just this one night. The place was bulging at the seams with 
people who wanted nothing more than her blessing, her words of wisdom and, 
of course, a look at her figure in her now-famous gowns. 

"Religion sells better than sex," a magazine had written, "but the two of 
them together is dynamite-all in the person of Lily Turpin." 

And she looked all of what had been said about her, both good and bad. She 
wore no underwear, and the long, flowing white gown clung to her skin, 
leaving none of her exquisite body to the imagination. It hugged the rounded 
swells of her huge tits and emphasized their perfection along with the dark, 
pointy bulges of her heavy nipples. Her blonde hair cascaded in swirling 
waves around her beautiful face, giving her an other-worldly, angelic 
appearance. 

Her sermon was on the joys of the flesh, and they loved it. Naked lust and 
naked adoration shone on their faces and in their eyes as they followed 
every movement of her exquisite body and listened, rapturously, to every 
word she uttered. 

"Sinning is part of living!" she shouted, starting the wild speech that 
would wind down toward the conclusion and the call for donations. "To sin is 
to live now, it's a part of living, of everyday life. Don't be afraid to 
sin, but don't be afraid to repent and don't be afraid of being forgiven. 
For I.. . yes, I said I will forgive you." 

As she blatantly used the majestic, imperial "I", setting herself up as the 
grand forgiver, she glanced out the corner of her eye and saw the expected 
wince of pain on Steven's face. 

That was why she had done it-to cause him further anguish and make his job, 
as keeper of her image, that much harder. 

As far as Lily was concerned, Steven had served his purpose. It was time she 
disposed of him. She had given up fucking him altogether. This had rankled 
him into several wild tirades that came close to physical violence. But, 
always, Lily had won. 

The last two evenings, however had been the clincher. She had demanded that 
he act the pimp for her with a young couple and a father and son she had 
spotted in the crowd. When he refused, she threatened to ruin him for good 
and dump him without a penny. 

"You can't get rid of me, Lily," he retorted. "I know too much. I know where 
all the bones are buried." 

"I can't, huh?" she had said. "We'll see about that, you bastard." 

And tonight, she thought, standing there in the lights with him beside her, 
would be the night that she did just that. 

"Okay, flunky," she said, turning and whispering to Steven in passing, "I 
got 'em ready. Now you can pick up the loot." 

With the help of a police escort, she made her way back to the private 
trailer that served as a traveling dressing roam. 

"Telephone, Lily," Willie said, when she was safely away from the crowd, 
inside the trailer. "You idiot. I told you, no calls." "Damn it, Lily, it's 
Virginia Marsh." "I don't give a shit if it's God." 

"Lily," Willie replied, almost pleading, "you don't give shit to people like 
Virginia Marsh. You'd better talk to her." 

"All right.. . all right," she said, taking the receiver from him and 
covering it with her hand. "Is everything set up out at the house?" 

"Yes," Willie said, eyeing the carpet with his head lowered. "It's all set 
up." 

"Where's Connie?" 

"She's out there," Willie replied. 

"Good. Tonight we dump that bastard for good, Willie. Hello, Virginia?" she 
said, placing the instrument at her ear and removing her hand. 

"Hi... how are you, my little lover? I've missed you." 

"Oh? That's too bad," Lily replied, her tone brisk, all business. 

"You're there, Lily. You're big. Television, magazines, newspapers-they're 
all full of the beautiful, angelic Lily Turpin." 

"Yes..." Lily said, snapping her fingers at Willie, and pointing to the bar 
when, at last, she got his attention. "I know they are." 

"I got the letter and the check, Lily," the other Woman said, her voice 
changing slightly to match Lily's. 

"Good," she said, taking the drink from Willie and shooing him away with her 
hand. 

"But I must admit I don't quite understand any of it." 

"What's to understand?" Lily said. "You got your money back and a nice 
profit besides." 

"That's just it, Lily. The letter says that's all the profit. I don't think 
Willie has informed you... We have an agreement. I invested in you. I plan 
on retaining that investment in more ways than one." 

"Virginia" 

"Yes." 

"Fuck your agreement. That's all you get." 

"Lily, I think you should talk to Willie..." 

"I don't need to talk to Willie, Virginia. Willie does what I tell him. 

"Lily!" Virginia shouted. "When we were together before, I didn't plan on it 
being just a one-night stand! I like your body. .I plan to have it all to 
myself when you finish your-" 

"Virginia-" Lily said, interrupting with exasperation in her voice, but 
being shouted down in turn by the other woman. 

"SHUT UP! I also invested in you with the idea of making a great deal of 
money. I plan to do just that, Lily." 

"Virgin "Lily said, her voice suddenly full of sweetness and light. "FUCK 
OFF!" 

She dropped the phone back on its cradle and took a long pull from her 
drink. 

"Lily," Willie said, his forehead creased into a deep frown, "you shouldn't 
do that to her." 

"Shut up!" 

"I'm telling you-" 

"You tell me nothin'. Now shut up and bring the fucking car around!" 

Connie Hastings was ready and waiting for Lily when the big limo drove up 
the drive and pulled into the carport. She stood in the open doorway with 
the light from behind her shining through the thin, gauzy material of her 
nightie. Lily moved her own pussy around impatiently on the car seat when 
she saw the other girl's body, as perfect as her own, outlined beneath the 
gown. She could even see the dark tangle of pussy hair where it hung down 
between her thighs. 

This was another reason she wanted nothing more to do with Virginia Marsh. 
In her weeks and months of sex exploration, Lily had become more and more 
attracted to girls and youth of her own age. After Sheila there had been a 
few other, older women. Increasingly, Lily had grown tired of them. She 
wanted them younger and younger. Even younger than she herself was, if 
possible. The thought of spending any great length of time with Virginia 
Marsh or any other woman that age completely turned her off. 

Lily had gone to the trouble of renting this house, far out in the country, 
for just this night. For five days now Connie had slept under the same roof 
with her and followed her around like a fawning cat. Lily had found her 
pleasures elsewhere, wanting the young girl to be virtually in a state of 
total lust and frustration when the perfect evening presented itself. 

And tonight was that perfect evening. - 

The week's account would be gone over and checks made out this night. Lily 
had instructed Steven to meet her at the house. They would do it there, she 
said, because she was tired. Willie had already set up all the recording 
equipment to Lily's specifications. 

All that was left now was getting Connie hot and ready to fuck Steven when 
he arrived. 

"How did it go?" Connie asked, when Lily got to the door. 

"Wonderful," Lily replied, leaning over and giving the girl a joyful 
surprise by kissing her full and hard on the lips instead of the usual, 
sisterly peck on the cheek, as had been her custom on the previous evenings. 

"Oh, boy," Connie giggled. "You never kissed me like that before. This could 
turn into an orgy." 

"It just might," Lily said. "You've been wanting to learn about everything, 
Connie. You've said you've been a virgin long enough. Well let's go up to 
the bedroom. I think tonight is the night that you start to learn. 

"Sit there ... I'll fix us a little something special to drink," Lily said, 
"right after I change." 

She moved to a closet and quickly stripped the tight gown from, her body. It 
peeled off her like a second skin and left her totally naked in front of a 
full-length, three-sided mirror. 

In the mirror, over her shoulder, she saw Connie's eyes raptly drinking in 
her body. It suddenly struck her that they had never been in a bedroom alone 
together before and Connie had never seen her naked. 

She knew herself when she looked at a woman. It might be with curiosity or 
lust. But Connie looked at her with love and longing. It almost made her 
embarrassed for the first time in her life. 

Dismissing it as just curiosity, for the time being, Lily donned a sheer, 
filmy peignoir that was as transparent as it was expensive. 

It was carefully cut to outline all the good points of her body. When she 
turned back into the room towards the bar, she noticed that Connie didn't 
miss any of those points. 

When Lily returned with the drinks, she lowered the room's lights until the 
atmosphere took on an aura of romantic other-worldliness. She handed Connie 
a drink, leaned over and kissed the girl firmly on the lips. 

Lily expected some surprise, perhaps even a hesitancy or holding back. 
Instead she was surprised herself when Connie reached up with both her hands 
and gingerly caressed both of Lily's swaying tits. The girl's hot tongue 
shoved between her own lips, making Lily suppose that the whole evening was 
going to be more excitement than she had really expected. 

At last, Lily wriggled up for air. She stood in front of the other girl and 
shook her head. "Whew," she exclaimed, "I thought you said you were a 
virgin." 

"I am," Connie cooed, "and I always will be in that sense ... but not for 
you, Lily. I'll do anything with you." 

Without pursuing the point, Lily set her drink down and carefully slipped 
out of the peignoir. The soft light flowed through the negligee that 
remained in such a way as to accentuate her boobs and make them appear even 
larger and firmer than they already were. 

"Stand up, Connie," Lily said. "I'm going to take your clothes off." 

"Yes.. I want you to, Lily. I want to love you. I want to feel your breasts 
like this. I want to squeeze them." 

Again Lily was surprised by the girl's open and sudden desires. Her nipples 
jumped to tautness under the girl's hands and she felt the beginnings of an 
unmistakable flow of juices in her pussy. 

They stood closer together and, as if on cue, began undressing each other 
completely, stroking tits, thighs, hips, and pussy mounds, in the process. 

Finally they both stood naked-two beautiful female animals. Lily could feel 
the tension and excitement in her own body but what was more surprising was 
the fact that she could sense and see it in the other girl's. She was as 
excited at seeing Lily's naked body as Lily herself would have been seeing a 
long, thick, naked cock. 

"Now, Connie," Lily said, taking the girl by the shoulders and pulling her 
down, down to her knees, until her face was in a direct line with Lily's 
curling, blonde muff. "There . . . now, kiss me here, very gently. Tickle my 
cunt hair with your nose . . . like that. That's it. Now spread my legs a 
little with your hands. There! Now kiss me harder. Harder, Connie, harder! 
Now faster, faster with your tongue, Connie... now, stick it up in my hole. 
Put your tongue up into my pussy! Oh, my God!" 

The girl's entire head was buried between Lily's spread thighs. Her tongue 
worked like a demon and her jaws pumped away, up and down, as she used her 
whole mouth on Lily's juicy snatch. 

Suddenly, Lily's whole body jerked in a convulsive spasm of pleasure and she 
found herself flat on her back on the floor. 

"Oh, Jesus I've wanted you, Lily," the girl chanted. "I've wanted you for so 
much and for so long. I love your beautiful body. I love tits and cunt. I 
love to suck and eat pussy. I've known it since I was a little girl, Lily. 
Men disgust me. . . they scare me. I'm' a virgin, Lily, and I'm yours. I 
never, never want a man.. . just a woman, just you." 

She concluded her speech by uttering little groans of pleasure. With her 
head thrown back and her lips bared to display even white teeth, she mewled 
her lust for Lily in particular and women in general. 

And then Lily knew. It wasn't just sex and lust for this girl. It was a 
woman. She was a complete lesbian, like Virginia Marsh. Just the idea of an 
orgy without a cock involved in it repulsed Lily, completely turned her off. 
But a whole new plan for getting rid of Steven came to her as the girl 
worked frantically over her body. She decided to enjoy the present because 
later in the evening she would add a new page to her book of sexual 
education-rape. 

Connie's hands clawed Lily's body with the heat of ultimate passion. She 
parted Lily's thighs with her hand and shoved her head into the pulpy mass 
of her cunt. Her tongue snaked out at once between the silky twat lips and 
searched like a viper for the blonde girl's throbbing clit. 

Lily watched Connie's large boobs sway beneath her chest as she worked her 
body up between the preacher woman's legs. Again the tongue drove like a 
miniature trip-hammer into her cunt. Lily let fly a cry of delight and 
gripped the girl's head. She pulled it more firmly into the heat of her wet 
crotch and ground her clitoris against anything it touched. 

Faster and faster Connie fucked her young, supposedly inexperienced tongue 
in and out of Lily's pussy. The tongue became an excited prick that did more 
than tease and suck cunt juices. It came alive and fucked until Lily became 
just as excited and caught up in the lesbian love as her partner. 

"Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes, suck my cunt!" Lily screamed. "Fuck my cunt with 
your tongue! Fuck it! FUCK IT!" She slammed upward with her hips and spread 
her legs as if she would swallow all of Connie's sweetly invading face in 
her heated pussy. 

"Let it come!" Connie urged. "Let it come in. my mouth ... give it to me. . 
. give me your come! Come big for me, Lily, my darling. Oh, how I'm going to 
love you. GIVE ME YOUR COME!" 

Back, far back, into Lily's steaming snatch went the girl's talented tongue. 
She alternated, working her hard tongue into both Lily's asshole and her 
cunt. The tip probed like a hot poker, licking up the steaming juices and 
sucking them with greedy sounds into her throat. 

"Never," Connie mumbled around the hair and pulpy lips of Lily's pulsing 
cunt. "I never want to stop, Lily. I never want to stop sucking and 
tongue-fucking your cunt, your beautiful, slippery cunt." 

"There.. . it's there!" Lily gasped, her ass and hips violently bucking her 
cunt up and over the glorious, driving tongue. "I'm coming! Oh, shit, 
Connie, I'm creaming! I'm creaming like hell! Suck my juice, honey! Suck my 
cunt till it's sucked. dry!" 

When Lily heard Steven's voice in the downstairs hall, she pulled her head 
from between Connie's wide-spread thighs, found the peignoir, and buttoned 
it over her naked body. 

Jesus, she thought, looking down at the smiling sleeping girl, what a 
session that had been. She had come furious1y. Then, before she even 
realized. Connie was straddling her face, nearly choking her and drowning 
her with her pussy. Connie had barely come herself when she had insisted on 
a wild sixty-nine session that ended only when both of them had spent 
themselves in a glorious come all over each other's faces. 

After checking her hair and reapplying her make-up, Lily joined Steven in 
the downstairs den. He was already at the desk, working, as she entered. 

"Would you like a drink?" she asked. 

"I already helped myself," he said, holding up a tall glass half-full of 
liquid and no ice. "Twice, as a matter of account." 

"I was busy," Lily replied, pleased that he already looked a little high. 
The whiskey would help break down any fears or inhibitions he might have 
later. 

"Who is it this time? Anyone I know?" 

"Yes," Lily replied, moving to the desk and standing at his shoulder, "as a 
matter of fact. It's Connie Hastings." 

She thought he would immediately chastise her for being such a fool. But 
instead he barely nodded and said, "I thought you didn't go the straight lez 
route ... only in a threesome." 

"Oh, yes," she said, drawing her words out for emphasis. "But there wasn't 
anyone around, at the time, for the third." 

"Yeah? Where's Willie?" 

"Out," she said. "Besides, I'm getting bored with Willie." 

"That figures. You get bored eventually with everyone, Lily." 

Even though his manner was curt and he kept averting his eyes from the full 
triangle of her beaver at his shoulder, Lily could tell he was getting 
aroused. It had been a long time since she had let him fuck her and she knew 
he craved her body like a drunk craves his drink. 

"She's a beautiful girl," Lily said. "Almost as beautiful as I am. . . and 
her pussy is delicious, Steven." She moved her body closer to him, crouched 
slightly, and rubbed the wet fur of her pussy up and down against his arm. 
"I would like a threesome tonight, Steven." 

His hand was shaking visibly as he lifted the glass and emptied it in one 
long swallow. 

"Here," she said, "I'll get you another." 

She returned with the drink and started to work on him again, fly the time 
that drink was finished, she had his shirt off and his cock out of his 
trousers. 

"Remember the last time you fucked me, Steven? Remember when you shoved this 
big, beautiful thing up my ass? You do have a beautiful cock, Steven." 

"Why all this sudden change of heart, Lily?" 

"I need to fuck.. . I want your cock. And besides, I. think I've been too 
hard on you. You were right, Steven, I do need you." 

Slowly but surely, she convinced him with soothing words, just as she 
aroused him with her hands, her tongue, and her body. She had him right on 
the edge of sexual insanity and she knew it. 

Steven would like nothing better than to drop to all fours and bury his lips 
in that soft, deliciously pulsating split between her trim thighs. He 
actually hated this child-woman, but he also craved her body. He longed to 
have her suck him down, down into a whirlpool of passion and pleasure. 

Lily grinned up at him coyly, measuring his response as she moistened her 
pink lips with the wet tip of her tongue, rolling it slowly, tantalizingly 
from side to side. "Do you want me, Steven?" 

"Yes," he growled. "Yes god damn it' 

She took him by the hand and pulled him over towards the sofa. She curled 
both her bare arms around his back and pulled him down onto her as she fell 
back onto the sofa. He sprawled helplessly against her exciting, quivering 
nakedness. She opened her smooth thighs as they fused together. Then she 
clamped them tightly around one of his legs. He gasped at the feel of her 
incredible body, the warm suppleness of her flesh, the eager firmness of her 
thighs. As their lips smashed hotly together, their tongues alternately 
pushing and pulling, she ground her cunt mound hard against his rigid cock. 

His eyes rolled up as his head lolled back against his shoulders. His sight 
was hazy and his mind was reeling with the odor of her juice floating up to 
his nostrils from her seething cunt. He wanted to fuck her. . . wanted to 
fuck her more than anything now. But that wasn't what excited him the most, 
what fanned this incredible burning desire in his cock. It was her passion, 
her own unconcealed, unashamed lust for his body, for the satisfying thrust 
of his eager prick into the snug, warm sheath of her cunt. 

With the smoothness of her naked thigh and the firm, gentle mound of her 
twat, she ground against him teasingly, stirring an incredible agony of 
lusting passion in his mind and body. It filled his already swollen nuts 
with a seething inferno of boiling sperm. He felt as though he would burst 
forth at any second and spurt his raging jizz over her naked belly instead 
of into her cunt where he wanted it. 

"Talk to me, Steven. . . tell me!" she gasped, pulling her tongue from his 
mouth. 

"I.. . I want, yes, I want you, Lily. Damn it to hell, I can't help myself. 
I want you." 

"What do you want, Steven?" 

"I want to fuck you." 

"Are you hot, Steven? Is your cock hard and hot?" 

"Yes ... yes. Oh, God, yes. Lily," he moaned. 

"Good," she said, moving slightly away from him and taking his hand in hers. 
"Then let's go up to the bedroom." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Isn't she beautiful?" Lily said, dropping her own robe to the floor and 
staring down at Connie's sleeping form. 

"Jesus... yes," he said, pulling the last of his clothes from his body. 

"Fuck her, Steven!" Lily said, suddenly taking him off his guard. 

"I want you, too, Steven, but I want you to fuck her first. . and then me. I 
want to watch you pour your big cock into her cunt." 

Between the whiskey he had consumed and the aroused condition of his body, 
brought on by Lily in the room below, Steven had no caution or control left. 
His cock and his body needed satisfaction from any source. 

He crawled between Connie's legs, spreading her thighs savagely with his 
own. He nuzzled his cockhead against the tight, elastic mouth of her cunt 
and shoved with all his might. 

Nothing happened. 

He growled in pain as his prick veered away from her cunny. Her hole was 
tight, virginal. He was positioning his cock a second time when she awoke. 

"Steven!" she shouted. "a... what are you doing? No... NO! I don't want it! 
I can't take it! Please!" 

"Go, Steven. . . hurry, fuck her!" Lily urged from the darkness somewhere at 
the foot of the bed. 

Connie squirmed and fought against the hard arms that held her captive. 
Molding her easily with his greater strength, Steven crushed his mouth down 
on hers, drowning her objections in a brutal kiss. Connie was a woman, she 
had a cunt, a hole, and that was what he wanted and needed now a receptacle 
for his immediate lust. 

She raked her nails across his face and bit his lips. Pushing with all the 
strength in her body, she managed to slip from beneath him and scramble 
away. 

Quickly, before she could run, he reached out and grabbed her by the thighs, 
pulling her back down on top of him. His hands reached around her body and, 
cupping her heavy tits, he held her fast. His cock stuck straight up between 
her thighs. 

Connie stared down at his prick in horror, her eyes wildly searching for 
escape. "Let me go... let me go, please. Leave me alone, Steven. Please 
leave me alone." 

His massively rigid cock pressed like a huge, hot knife against her heaving 
belly. His hand slid boldly down to her crotch and touched the moistly 
quivering lips of her cunt. Finding the narrow, wet slit, he wormed his 
thick middle finger through her cringing cunt mouth. 

Connie screamed both in frustration and pain. She was impaled on that hard 
substitute cock and there was nothing she could do about it. "I won't let 
you," she said, through tightly clenched teeth. "I won't." 

"Oh, Damn," Steven growled, tweaking and kneading this girl's voluptuous 
boobs hands o he hunched his cock up between her thighs. 

Steven ... please, don't, she pleaded, looking down at the huge head of his 
cock. Her eyes widened in honor as she realized for the first time the 
enormity of the fleshy rod. God, she thought, It would rip her to pieces if 
he tried to shove it up her tiny cunt. 

"Just sit-back on his cock, Connie," Lily urged from the darkness. "It'll 
only hurt for a minute.. Then you'll love it." 

"No. . . please!" Connie cried. "I ~~... I can't take it. I don't want it!" 

"Son-of-a-bitch," Steven growled, his mind blinded by the need for her 
pussy. "I can't get it in her. 

Connie moaned deep in her throat as she felt Steven's hotly searching finger 
sliding into her already fevered silt from behind. With the first contact 
between his finger and her erectly quivering clitoris, she wanted to scream. 

She struggled with increased fright she felt her ankles being pulled outward 
and the cheeks of her ass settle down into his lap. Suddenly she was lifted 
again. She felt the head of his cock pressed tightly against her exposed 
labias. Hands were placed on the top of her naked hips and she was being 
pushed down, down, her defenseless, spread cuntlips coming dangerously close 
to the pulsing heed of his cock. 

For Steven, it was like trying to hold a madly tense big animal. Her 
fingernails had dug long, bloody furrows in the tops of his thighs. Each 
time he lifted up in an effort to thrust his painfully proding cock in the 
depths of her cringing young pussy, she writhed any from him. Even with Lily 
pushing down with all her strength the young girl was almost too much to 
handle. 

Damn it, he thought, he would soon go out of his mind unless he could heave 
his straining cock up inside the struggling little bitch's sweet, tight 
cunt. 

"Hold her tight," Lily said, and crouched to her knees. She peered up at the 
squirming mouth of Connie's pussy. Her cunt was still soaked and seeping 
little drops of moisture from being sucked previously by Lily. Just below 
the hairy slit of Connie's cunt, Lily could see the massively throbbing head 
of Steven's cock. 

She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing length of meat. 
She felt it grow harder as she touched it. Slowly she guided it towards the 
helplessly cringing entrance to Connie's cunt. 

Above her, Steven was pushing downward on the girl's quivering hips, closing 
the gap between cock and cunt. 

Connie groaned loudly. She realized that all her struggles had been in vain, 
as she felt the heatedly pulsating prick teasing against her twat lips. Her 
muscles had begun a violent trembling as she drew on her last source of 
resistance. The intolerable pressure at the fevered opening of her tightly 
clenched young pussy grew and grew as the awesome knob attempted to make its 
brutal penetration. Finally, with a loud sob of desperation, she felt her 
shuddering leg and back muscles giving way, and the heavy, fleshy thickness 
of his dick forcing itself just up inside her vainly resisting cunt hole. 

She screamed out in total pain. Nothing had ever stretched her so wide up 
between her legs before. It was like a whole fist being hammered up inside 
her cunt. She screamed once more as Lily released her hold on Steven's 
lustfully throbbing cock and put hot hands on her squirming hips and pushed 
down. 

"Oh, Jesus, it's killing; killing me! It's splitting me apart!" she yelled, 
feeling the hotly jerking rod burrowing slowly but surely up into her 
tightly resisting cunt. "Oh, p... please, stop. . . stop!" 

The girl might as well have asked for mercy from a maniac. Steven's eyes 
were glazed from the overpowering lust that swept through his cock it ground 
into her bloody cuntal cavity. He could tell that Connie was close to the 
end of her strength, for her entire body was shaking from the effort she was 
expending. 

Suddenly, with a loud groan of defeat, she went limp and moaned loudly as 
his rigidly pulsing cock went wild inside her torn snatch. Up, up, up it 
went, deep into the heaving pit of her no longer resisting belly. Connie no 
longer had even the strength to protest. She realized that at least his 
prick had gone as far up inside her as it could go. She could feel her own 
naked butt resting hard against the top of his huge, muscular thighs. 

The pain was intense, quickly becoming more than she could stand. She could 
feel every muscular ridge along the heated length of his cock pressing into 
her frantically working cunt walls. 

She felt the muscles in her stomach go soft as his throbbing cock flexed 
deep up inside her painfully filled snatch. Silently she groaned, not 
wanting to give him the pleasure of hearing her shriek any more. 

She sobbed and grunted helplessly as he started a series of long, brutal 
fuck strokes that drove his hammering cock in and out of her bruised and 
bleeding sheath. Then she felt her body being and suddenly she was beneath 
him, taking the full brunt of his heaving strokes. She felt the full feeling 
of total despair and humiliation creeping in around her as a black fog took 
over her body. 

Steven paid no attention to the fact that the girl beneath him was no longer 
conscious. He was crazed with total, inflamed lust. He lunged like a madman, 
shoving his cock up her torn hole in piston like strokes that threatened to 
skewer her body completely in two. 

With loud screams of delight erupting from his contorted lips, he fucked 
into her with long, smooth thrusts. He drew his heavily pulsating prick out, 
almost to her twat lips on the backstroke, and then all the way to the end 
of her cunt on the forward stroke. He lunged so far into her hole that his 
sperm-filled balls slapped heavily and noisily into her nakedly spread ass 
crack each time he thrust himself forward. 

Involuntarily, her cunt took over the passions of her body even in sleep as 
she began to twitch and writhe as he fucked into her. Her body broke out in 
a light fine sweat. Her nostrils flared sensuously and groans continued to 
come from her throat. 

Steven lowered his chest onto hers, delighted as he felt himself supported 
by the twin cushions of her huge jugs. The two hard little nipples dug hotly 
into his skin. His hands were now free for other work. He slipped them down 
over her hips and cupped the firm, tensed globes of her ass. The smoothly 
curved moons were flexing and moving sensuously between his fingers as he 
pulled her cunt upward, closer to him. He pulled the crevice between her 
thighs wider and penetrated her stretched young cunt to wider and greater 
depths. 

As he explored the mysteries up between her legs with his hands, one of his 
fingers passed over her asshole. It was soft and warm to the touch. He felt 
her body jerk away each time he touched the tiny ring of flesh. He jammed 
two fingers far up into her asshole. 

Still completely out, Connie's legs started moving of their own accord. They 
climbed higher and higher on his back and she unconsciously spread them 
wider and used the muscles other inner thighs to pull his cock into her cunt 
more deeply. The room was filled with grunts and cries, plus the rhythmic 
sound of, naked flesh smacking against naked flesh. 

The sounds and smells in the room also drove Lily to the point of near 
climax. She had jammed her fist up her cunt savagely, trying to duplicate 
the pain in her own pussy that she saw reflected in Connie's face. From her 
point of view, on the floor, she could see Steven's hard, glistening cock 
thudding in and out of Connie's helpless cunt. The pink, outer layer of her 
box clung to his cock as it was withdrawn and disappeared as the shaft again 
lunged into her gaping hole. 

The room suddenly echoed with a shrill, piercing scream that blasted from 
Steven's lips with all the fury of released passion. His body tensed along 
its full, sweaty length. It arched high off the bed so that only his toes 
and his hands held him. 

With another unconscious groan Connie's crotch pound up into his, fused them 
together in one writhing union. Her hands, on their own, locked on the firm, 
muscular buttcheeks and pulled his tool deeper into her snatch. Her whole 
body quivered with the agony of relief. 

His cry trailed off to a whimpering moan of anguished pleasure as he let go 
the painful contraction that held his seething balls in check. A raging 
torrent of hot jizz poured from the confines of his swollen nuts. He felt 
the current race along the shaft of his prick, pause for an instant in the 
vibrating head, to spurt in an unending stream into the wildly gyrating 
girl's quivering belly. He shuddered, then again, and his balls were empty. 
He felt her body's taut muscles fade as she collapsed in a heap beneath him. 

He fell forward onto her as Lily's cry of relief sounded behind him and he 
was strangely reminded that he wasn't alone in the room. 

Suddenly the room was filled with blinding light and he heard a voice he 
knew so well. 

"Bravo.., bravo, . . wonderful show." 

"Virginia!" Lily cried, jumping to her feet. "What the hell. . . 

"Simple, darling," the woman said, coming on into the room and calmly 
lighting a cigarette. "I was in town when I called you. Willie told me days 
ago about this little plan of yours to get rid of Steven ... so I just 
thought I'd use it to my advantage." 

"Fat chance," Lily replied, puffing the peignoir from the floor and draping 
it around her naked body. 

"Don't kid yourself, child," Virginia said, her voice low and calculated. 
"I've owned Willie for years. just like I owned your stepfather and I owned 
that son-of-a-bitch there." She motioned with her cigarette in Steven's 
direction. 

"Is that true, Willie?" Lily asked, as he entered the room behind the woman. 

"I'm afraid so, Lily," he said. "I tried to tell you. 

"She's a bitch, Lily,' Steven said, crawling off the bed. "Once she gets 
into you, she never lets up. 

"That's right, Steven. Now get out! And take that baggage on the bed with 
you." 

"What will I do with her?" 

"I don't really care," Virginia said. "But I suggest you find some way of 
putting her back together and getting her to her father in one piece or 
he'll probably kill you." 

Steven wrapped a blanket around the sleeping Connie, lifted her in his arms 
and started for the door. 

"And Steven.. ." 

"Yes..." 

"I told you years ago... no one gets the better of me in a business deal. I 
always find a way. I have those tapes. If I ever see or hear of you again, 
everybody will have them." 

Without a word he passed out the door and soon the sound of his footsteps 
faded on the stairs. 

"And now, Lily," she said, turning back to the blonde, "the little matter of 
our business arrangement." 

"I told you" the girl replied. 

"You don't seem to understand. I'm telling you. You have no voice in the 
matter any more. . . or choice. You're mine, Lily, whether you like it or 
not. Those tapes will be put in a safe-deposit box and you'll do exactly 
what I say. If you don't. . well they'll find their way to the right people. 
Do you want to go back to what you were before? Or worse?" 

"What if I go along with you?" Lily asked. 

"It won't be too bad, Lily," she said, throwing back her head and laughing 
loudly. "Someday I might even let you out once in a while." 

"Then it would just be you all the time?" Lily asked. 

"I told you, Lily ... you're mine. I own you." 

"Fuck you, Virginia." 

She lay on the lumpy mattress, watching another day fade into dusk. Her 
mouth felt like cotton and her head felt as though it would roll off her 
shoulders if she moved it. 

Had it been a year? She wasn't sure. It seemed that every day that passed 
dimmed the memory of just how long it had been since that crazy, stupid 
evening. She cussed herself every time she thought about it, but she 
couldn't seem to completely not think about it. She glanced at the empty 
wine bottle on the floor beside the rumpled bed. She couldn't remember when 
she had finished it. 

Her stomach was bloated and sick. The odor of cheap wine and vomit filled 
her nostrils as she pulled herself off the bed and careened towards the 
john. Finally she made it and stood, her head hanging limply over the sink. 
The front of her slip had hardened and stuck fast to her bra where she had 
thrown up on herself the previous night. Or had it been two nights ago? 

She looked up briefly into the mirror and immediately closed her eyes on 
what she saw. The hair was dirty and stringy. The wrinkles around her mouth 
and eyes were getting deeper by the day, even by the hour, it seemed. One 
whole side of her face was bruised and turning a strange shade of blue. She 
cursed the man who had put it there, but she couldn't remember just which 
one he had been. 

If only Virginia or Willie could see her now. fuck 'em, she thought, she was 
getting it her way, wasn't she? She was fucking whoever she wanted to, when 
she wanted to, wasn't she? She wasn't taking orders from that goddamn dyke, 
Virginia. 

Searching inside the medicine cabinet, she found a tin with three aspirin. 
She made a mental note to buy more and then remembered she only had a dollar 
left in her purse... and she had better uses for that dollar than aspirin. 

She bent low over the sink and drank from the faucet, forcing the three 
tablets down her throat. The odor and the pain in her head made her sicker. 
She stumbled backward and clutched at the wall. Her insides were heaving as 
she moved back into the singe room and headed for the bed. 

She needed a drink. Maybe just one, with the dollar, would settle her down a 
little. She dumped the purse onto the bed and sorted out make-up and a comb. 
Using a small pocket mirror, she put some semblance of normalcy back into 
her hair and her face. 

She had just pulled her skirt on and a sweater over her head when she heard 
footsteps in the hall and a knock on the door. 

"Who is it?" 

"Lily?" came a man's gruff voice. so?" 

"Flip said I might find you in." 

He was tall, around fifty, with work clothes on and a two-day growth of 
beard. 

"You came for a drink first?" he asked, puffing a pint from his pocket. 

"Sure, she said, accepting the bottle and tipping it up to her lips. 
"Thanks," she said, handing it back to him. 

He took a long pull and set it on the floor by the bed. "Well, shall we get 
started?" he said. "Hey!" 

"Yeah?" 

"You look familiar as hell, like some movie star or somethin'... you know 
that?" 

"You probably seen me down on the street," she said shrugging. "I'm down 
there a lot." 

"Oh.. . yeah, probably," he nodded, reaching down and unzipping his fly. 

She watched him coming towards her, unfastening his belt as he walked. She 
could laugh in his face. She could kick him right in the balls. But she 
flopped instead back on the bed and pulled her skirt up. 

His hand moved beneath the hem and tickled her pussy hair. He tugged the . 
light material upward. "You want to undress?" he asked. 

"You care?" 

"Nah ... it's okay this way." 

The lumpy mattress pressed into her back. The smell of perspiration filled 
her nostrils. She felt him jam his fingers up her twat. His other hand held 
his hardened, throbbing cock between her spread legs. He pressed the bulbous 
head against her labias. 

"You ready?" he asked. 

"I'm always ready, honey," she said, smiling up at him half-heartedly. 

Deep inside her body she felt a twinge of the old passions stir as his cock 
slid up into her hole. Blood rushed to her crotch as the muscles tightened 
along her thighs, and up into her cunt. Her legs spread wider as his balls 
slapped against her ass. He'd left his clothes on and his belt buckle was 
pressing painfully into her belly. 

Suddenly, she wanted it; she wanted the pain and she wanted the 
satisfaction. She lifted her hips and thrust her pussy over his stiff cock 
as it trembled in her belly. She clung to him with her legs, with her arms. 
She urged him to fuck her harder, faster, demanding that she make it with 
him, demanding that he make her come. 

He groaned as he shot his load into her snatch. She felt him pulling out of 
her cunt just as she had started to respond. His cock slipped out of her 
limply and her cunt puckered instantly at the loss of his thrusting meat. 

She wanted it. But it was no use. He lay, panting on top of her like dead 
weight. Then he was up, zipping his pants and buckling his belt. 

"Ten... right?" he said, fumbling with his wallet. 

"Yeah," she said. "Ten." 

He dropped a bill on the bed and walked to the door "You're pretty good, 
honey. I'll see ya around." 

"Yeah, you're pretty good yourself," she said, not bothering to look at him. 
"Ill be around." 

He left, and she dropped her hand to her pussy. She pushed two fingers 
between the soft folds of her cuntlips and started finger-fucking herself. 

Ten minutes later she stopped hot and tired, realizing that it would do no 
good. She started to move off the bed, intending to go downstairs with the 
money and buy a drink, when she spotted the pint he had set on the floor. 
She picked it up and took a long pull. It was over half-full. She smiled to 
herself and started to take another drink when there was another knock on 
the door. 

"Yeah?" 

"Lily?" 

"Flip said you'd probably be in." "Yeah. 

"Well?" 

"Well, what?" she said. 

"Are you up for business... can I come in?" he asked. 

"Why not?" she replied, pulling her skirt back up to her waist and lying 
back on the bed. 


THE END
