The Captive Virgin
Martin Banks


FORE­WORD

Full of hope, Gwen Ster­ling starts out on a job hunt that soon res­ults in what looks like a 
stroke of luck – a job as private sec­ret­ary to one of the richest men in the world.

But once she is in­side the lav­ish, well-guarded com­pound of Stannard Lasker, she 
dis­cov­ers that he ex­pects far more than simple sec­ret­arial du­ties from her, and that even 
if she wanted to es­cape, she can­not. Torn by the in­sa­ti­able crav­ings of Lasker and his 
friends, as well as by strange yearn­ings of her own, Gwen fights to free her­self from what has
be­come a den of lust.

Avery Boyd, a the­at­rical pro­du­cer, finds Gwen to his lik­ing, but when she learns what 
per­ver­ted acts he de­mands of her, she is re­pelled and hor­ri­fied.

Mark Salde, an oil mil­lion­aire, has a par­tic­u­lar lik­ing for in­ex­per­i­enced young girls.

"You‘ll take it and you‘ll like it,“ Slade cried, pant­ing as he plunged his rod into Gwen 
again and again. "This time you‘re go­ing to know what it really feels like to be fucked!“

Other girls have been lured to Lasker‘s com­pound by prom­ises of jobs, too, and they 
can­not avoid be­ing caught up in the waves of sav­age de­sires that reach even to the 
com­pound‘s las­ci­vi­ous guards.

Only when Lasker‘s son, Dirk, re­turns home un­ex­pec­tedly is there a ray of hope for 
Gwen, and even then, she may never be free from the snares of raven­ous, wild hun­gers and 
un­trammeled ex­cesses that mark this jour­ney into un­charted zones of sexual de­prav­ity.

CHAPTER ONE

When she saw the ad, Gwen was im­me­di­ately in­ter­ested. For weeks now, she had 
been look­ing for a job, and with each in­ter­view, she was be­com­ing more and more 
dis­cour­aged. After high school, she had had six months of train­ing at a sec­ret­arial school 
and her skills were quite good. Fur­ther­more, she knew that she was very pretty, and that was
sup­posed to be an ad­vant­age in cer­tain of­fices. Still, no job of­fers had come her way.

She was feel­ing quite blue when she opened up the morn­ing pa­per and began 
glan­cing through the want-ads again. Then some­thing struck her eye. She was quite sure 
she had not seen the ad be­fore, and she had been pour­ing over the clas­si­fied sec­tion for 
weeks now, try­ing to find some em­ployer who would hire her.

But this ad was dif­fer­ent.

"Sec­ret­ary,“ it read. "Very im­port­ant busi­ness ex­ec­ut­ive is seek­ing private 
sec­ret­ary. Ex­per­i­ence not re­quired, but ap­plic­ant must be ex­tremely at­tract­ive and 
be able to work well with people. Vi­va­cious­ness and charm are es­sen­tial. Tre­mend­ous 
op­por­tun­ity for the right young per­son. Salary open. Send re­sume and full-length 
pho­to­graph to Box L9462 Chron­icle.“

Gwen‘s eye lingered on the ad for a minute. In some ways, it was like a lot of other ads she
had answered, with no res­ults at all. But there were dif­fer­ences. For one thing the 
ap­plic­ant was sup­posed to sent a photo and a full-length one, whatever that meant. She 
had never run into that re­quire­ment be­fore.

And then there were other things about the ad that piqued her in­terest – she wasn‘t quite
sure what.

She de­cided to ap­ply. The only snap­shot she had handy was one that her high school 
boy­friend, Tommy, had taken at the beach last sum­mer. She had been ap­ply­ing sun­tan 
lo­tion to her face, and just as she had looked up and smiled, Tommy had snapped the 
shut­ter. She de­cided that that would qual­ify as "full-length.“

She wrote a brief let­ter and then in­cluded a copy of her re­sume and the pho­to­graph 
and mailed them, think­ing that it cer­tainly couldn‘t do any harm to ap­ply, no mat­ter what 
happened.

And she was in­trigued by the ad‘s, "Very im­port­ant busi­ness ex­ec­ut­ive.“ She 
wondered who that could be.

Three days later, she re­ceived a phone call.

"Miss Ster­ling?“ said a male voice on the phone. "I‘m call­ing in ref­er­ence to the let­ter 
you wrote in an­swer to our ad. I am an as­sist­ant to the party con­cerned, and so far he is 
im­pressed with your cre­den­tials. I won­der if you would be avail­able for an in­ter­view this 
com­ing Fri­day?“

Gwen‘s heart began to thump. She had had such rot­ten luck in look­ing for a job, and 
sud­denly someone was in­ter­ested in her!

"Oh, yes, of course,“ she said. "Just tell me what time and where I should go.“

"A car will pick you up,“ the voice said pleas­antly. "Will ten o‘clock be all right?“

"Well – yes-I guess so, but - " "Very well, then,“ said he voice. "And it might be well to pack 
an overnight bag. You will have to travel some dis­tance for this in­ter­view. Your po­ten­tial 
em­ployer does not live in the city.“

"An overnight bag - " Gwen stammered, con­fused. "But I - " "Fri­day then, at ten o‘clock,“ 
said the voice. "Thank you, Miss Ster­ling. Good­bye.“ Gwen stared at the phone. She was 
ex­cited at the pro­spect of a job, but she was con­fused. An em­ployer who lived some 
dis­tance from the city – and she, was sup­posed to take an overnight bag! That meant that 
she might be stay­ing some­where for a day or so, and she didn‘t even know where. 
Moreover, the man who had called hadn‘t given his name.

For a mo­ment she was filled with doubts. What could this all mean? But she needed a job 
so badly. And they ap­par­ently had been im­pressed with her re­sume, and if this was some 
"very im­port­ant busi­ness ex­ec­ut­ive - " Oh, what could she lose, she thought. The worst 
that could hap­pen would be that she would fail to get the job. What he hell, she would give it
a try.

On Fri­day at ten, she was wait­ing out­side her build­ing, hold­ing her little overnight 
bag.

Pre­cisely on time, a long, black lim­ousine drew up to the curb. The driver got out-he was
a good-look­ing young man in a chauf­feur‘s uni­form – and walked to­ward her smil­ing.

"Miss Gwen Ster­ling?“ he said. "Let me take your bag.“ He opened a rear door of the 
lim­ousine for her, and in a mo­ment the long car was rolling quietly through the streets of 
the city. Soon it was out on the open high­way. Gwen looked at the scenery go­ing by – the 
trees and open Fields – and began to feel good. Whatever was go­ing to hap­pen next, it was 
cer­tainly go­ing to be an ad­ven­ture! A pane of glass sep­ar­ated her from the chauf­feur. 
She wanted to ask him how long the trip would, take, but when she spoke, he did not an­swer.
Ap­par­ently he could not hear her through the glass.

She settled back on the seat of the lim­ousine and looked out at the rolling hills.

Three hours later, after they had climbed through miles of for­es­ted hills, the lim­ousine 
turned in at a private drive­way. Sud­denly, she saw enorm­ous, or­nate gates and a fence 
that seemed to dis­ap­pear into the trees. As the lim­ousine ap­proached the gates, a man in 
uni­form stepped out, gave a sig­nal to the driver, and opened the gates.

Then the car sped down a long, wind­ing road bordered by lush ve­get­a­tion.

It took nearly ten minutes be­fore they ar­rived in front of one of the largest, most 
ex­pens­ive-look­ing houses that she had ever seen. It was more than a house-it was a 
man­sion. She gasped as she saw that it seemed to have sev­eral wings, and some of them 
seemed to dis­ap­pear into the trees. She could not even be sure how big the house was.

An­other uni­formed man came out to take her bag. A door­man opened the door. The 
lim­ousine sped off. Hardly a word had been said.

She found her­self stand­ing in­side a large, or­nate room. Its gilt ceil­ing and the oil 
paint­ings on its walls re­minded her of pic­tures of European palaces she had seen. She was 
tre­mend­ously im­pressed.

Then a door opened and sud­denly a man stepped into the room. He was tall and 
good-look­ing, with im­macu­lately combed gray hair and he was wear­ing a wine-colored 
dress­ing gown with gold em­broid­ery.

"Miss Ster­ling?“ he said, clos­ing the door be­hind him. "I‘m Stannard Lasker.“ Stannard 
Lasker!

The name sent shivers through her. He was known to be one of the richest men in the 
world. No one even knew how many com­pan­ies he con­trolled, or how many lives he could 
af­fect by a mere twist of his wrist. The fab­ulous Stannard Lasker, who so rarely ap­peared in 
pub­lic any more that few people even knew what he looked like!

She thought that she was go­ing to faint.

She man­aged to get hold of her­self and said some­thing in greet­ing, and then her heart
began to pound again as she real­ized that Lasker was stand­ing there look­ing her over very, 
very care­fully. Oh, dear, she thought, her hair prob­ably wasn‘t combed right or any­thing.

Then he smiled. "I see that the pho­to­graph didn‘t lie.“ She blushed. "Oh, it was just an 
old-“

"Come sit down over here,“ he said, ges­tur­ing to­ward a long, deep sofa. "I think we 
should talk about your new job.“

· Her new job! Then she was hired! She had been brought all the way out here, and after 
just one look, he had hired her – Stannard Lasker, one of the most im­port­ant men in the 
world!

Try­ing to con­trol her emo­tions, she sat down on the beau­ti­fully up­holstered sofa. 
Then Lasker sat down next to her.

She real­ized that he was sit­ting very close.

"Gwen,“ he said now, in a lower tone. "I think you should con­sider your­self a very lucky 
girl.“

"Oh, I do!“ she replied. "I mean, it‘s all so – Then she felt his hand on her thigh. At first the 
pres­sure was so slight that she couldn‘t be sure, but when she glanced down, she saw that 
she was right. His leg was press­ing up against hers. What was hap­pen­ing? He was say­ing 
some­thing about her new job, but she felt their bod­ies com­ing into closer and closer 
con­tact.

Then he leaned over her and kissed her. Us­ing his lips and tongue, he pried open her 
mouth and dar­ted his tongue in­side. One of his hands was on her tits, and he was push­ing 
her down on the sofa. His other hand was mov­ing to­ward her crotch.

No! She didn‘t want this to hap­pen. She wasn‘t sure what was hap­pen­ing! She tried to 
struggle, but Lasker was very strong, and his mouth was work­ing strongly against hers as his 
body gradu­ally pressed her down­ward.

His tongue was roam­ing around in­side her mouth. She was totally con­fused. She 
wanted to cry out, but it was im­possible. This man – this man­sion – the job – everything was 
go­ing round in her head as his hands began rub­bing her breast and her mound at the same 
time.

He was tear­ing at her cloth­ing. She tried to res­ist, but it was use­less. Stannard Lasker 
was a very strong man in­deed, and she felt him pulling at her blouse and rip­ping the fab­ric.
Then he was tear­ing roughly at her skirt, caus­ing it to zip open. His hand was on her panties,
mov­ing around and around on her warm Venus mound.

She felt his weight on top of her.

"No!“ she man­aged to say. "No!“

He had thrown off his dress­ing gown, and now he was slip­ping out of his pants and shirt,
still hold­ing her down with an arm and a knee.

"What‘s the mat­ter?“ he said, as he tossed his pants on the floor. "Don‘t you want to be 
fucked by Stannard Lasker?“

"I – I – I - " She wanted to tell him that she had never been fucked by any­one. It was true. 
She was still a vir­gin. She was very proud of it. And now this power­ful man had her 
com­pletely in his con­trol.

"Oh, please!“ she cried.

Lasker smiled. Now he was na­ked, and she saw his large prick stand­ing out from his 
body, its head a purplish red. Be­low it, his large balls hung down pen­du­lously in their sac, 
and a bush of dark hair sur­roun­ded his gen­it­als, con­trast­ing with the gray­ing hair on his
head.

She turned her head from side to side. "I just – oh, I just can‘t - " His hands were be­hind 
her, and he had no trouble un­fasten­ing her bra. He threw it off.

Her young tits were well-shaped and beau­ti­fully roun­ded, with large, pink­ish brown 
au­re­oles and del­ic­ate-look­ing, rosy nipples.

His knee was hold­ing her thigh down as he tore at her panties. He wasn‘t go­ing to 
bother to take them off. With one rip, he tore the panties free of her body and tossed them 
on the floor. She looked gor­geous ly­ing there, young and in­no­cent.

"Oh, no!“ she said. "Please, Mr. Lasker, let me go! You don‘t un­der­stand!“

"What don‘t I un­der­stand?“ he said. Now his hands were on both her shoulders, and he 
was pla­cing his knees between her legs, mak­ing her open them. He had reached out and 
pushed a but­ton and the back of the sofa had quietly opened, turn­ing the whole thing into 
a bed.

"Oh, Mr. Lasker, you don‘t un­der­stand!“ she said again. "I‘ve never-I just came here 
look­ing for a job.“

"And you‘ve got one!“ he said. He was push­ing her legs farther apart.

"But I‘ve never – I‘ve never – oh, Mr. Lasker, I‘m a vir­gin!“ He smiled. There was noth­ing 
Stannard Lasker liked bet­ter than young vir­gin flesh. He had al­ways guessed, after see­ing 
her pho­to­graph, that she might be a vir­gin. There was some­thing so in­no­cent-look­ing 
about her face, so vul­ner­able-look­ing about her eyes. There was noth­ing like this in the 
world! His cock was pound­ing with pent-up de­sire, and her words only made everything 
bet­ter.

"Please!“ she cried.

He squeezed one of her tits. "You‘re go­ing to get fucked someday,“ he said. "It hap­pens 
to every­body. Why shouldn‘t you get in­tro­duced to sex by me?“

"Oh, I don‘t know,“ she said, still try­ing to struggle.

"Sh­hhh, you‘ll love it,“ he said.

"But I‘ve never – no, no, no!“

"You‘ll see-“

"But I‘m afraid.“

"There‘s noth­ing to be afraid of, baby,“ he said. "You‘re go­ing to love this beau­ti­ful 
fuck.“

"Oh, no!“ she said. She was be­gin­ning to sob. She felt the weight of his body on top of 
her and did not know what she was go­ing to do. All her life she had been trained to value her
vir­gin­ity. Even though it might seem old-fash­ioned, she wanted to save this for the man she
would someday marry, and now this man, this world-renowned mil­lion­aire, was try­ing to 
take her cherry, and everything was go­ing around in her head.

"Okay,“ Lasker was say­ing. "In a minute I‘m go­ing to put my penis in­side you. It might 
hurt a little at first, but you‘ll see, you‘ll like it.“

"No!“

Sud­denly his smile turned into a scowl. "Are you go­ing to co­oper­ate, or am I go­ing to 
have to get nasty!“

She struggled again, but it was use­less. His strength was too much for her. She was still 
sob­bing . Noth­ing like this had ever happened be­fore. She sobbed and tried to fight off his 
hands, but his hands seemed to be every­where.

Now Lasker moved down a bit, so that his weight was not quite so much on her. His 
mouth was on her flesh, work­ing over it gently. He was tonguing the skin of her neck, then 
mov­ing gradu­ally down into the space between her tits, and then mov­ing to the tits 
them­selves. She lay there with her heart pound­ing, ter­ri­fied and help­less.

But some­thing else was hap­pen­ing, too – some feel­ing that she had never had 
be­fore-some­thing pleas­ur­able.

Lasker began lick­ing at her au­re­oles. He loved the thought that he was the first man 
ever to do this to her, to make her know what sex really felt like. He sensed that she was 
be­gin­ning to re­lax a a bit as he used his mouth on her, and he paused care­fully at each 
nipple, mak­ing her wait a few in­stants be­fore he took the nipple gently into his mouth and 
sucked on it gently.

A thou­sand things seemed to be hap­pen­ing at once in­side Gwen. This ter­rible 
thing-this thing she had feared for so long – was about to hap­pen. And this ter­rible, 
power­ful, enorm­ously rich man was on top of her, mov­ing with his hands and his mouth, 
and mak­ing her be­gin to feel things she had not felt be­fore. She wanted to res­ist. She 
opened her mouth, but noth­ing came out.

Lasker knew what he was do­ing. He would work each nipple over thor­oughly be­fore 
pro­ceed­ing farther. With a young vir­gin like this, there was no point in hur­ry­ing. He 
wanted her to know who was in charge, but he also wanted to bring her the su­preme 
pleas­ures of her first co­itus. By his own es­tim­ate, he had ini­ti­ated nearly four hun­dred 
vir­gins. Some of them he had not known to be vir­gins ahead of time – like Gwen. He had 
hoped, hav­ing seen her pic­ture, but he had not been sure. At other times, he made cer­tain, 
and with his money, it was not at all dif­fi­cult to pro­cure a young girl who had never been 
fucked whenever he wanted.

While he sucked on her left nipple, he began mov­ing his hand on her slit. No man‘s hand 
had ever been there be­fore. He began to run his fin­ger up and down the del­ic­ate flesh. 
Already it was be­gin­ning to grow moist-moist and warm. He ran his fin­ger gently up and 
down the damp folds of her la­bia, strok­ing mildly and just let­ting his fin­ger come in 
con­tact with her clit­oris, then mov­ing away again.

She lay there pass­ive, un­able to move, un­able to cry out. She had heard that men were 
mon­sters, and now she knew that it was true. Her father had died when she was a little girl. 
Her mother had al­ways taught her to avoid boys who were the "wrong“ sort. Then, two years 
ago, her mother had died, and Gwen was all alone. But she re­membered her mother‘s 
teach­ings. She wanted to cry out to her now and say, "Mother, please come save me.“ But of 
course it was use­less.

She felt the tears run­ning down her face. But what was this other thing she felt-this 
strange sense of pleas­ure as Stannard Lasker licked at her taut nipples, this un­wanted thrill 
as he ran his fin­ger up and down the open­ing to her va­gina. She didn‘t want it. No, she 
really didn‘t.

And yet there was some­thing about what he was do­ing that made her re­lax a bit, 
some­thing very, very pleas­ur­able. She knew it was wrong, and yet…

Now, still work­ing very gradu­ally, Lasker began to push one of his fin­gers into her 
va­gina. He felt the sticky warmth of her vir­gin cunt-chan­nel. Maybe she had put her own 
fin­ger in there at one time or an­other-most girls did – but she had never had a man‘s hand 
work­ing on her like this be­fore. He pushed his fin­ger in farther.

"Oh!“

"You like that, huh?“ said Lasker.

"No-“

"But you do, baby, you do.“

He let his fin­ger slide out a bit, then pushed it in again, this time mak­ing it go in past the
second knuckle. Yes, she was go­ing to be very tight, but that was go­ing to make the whole 
thing that much bet­ter!

Now he was be­gin­ning to move his fin­ger in and out with a reg­u­lar, easy rhythm.

He could feel her be­gin­ning to re­lax.

Again he began work­ing on her nipples with his mouth as he fin­ger­fucked her young 
cunny. He swirled his tongue around each nipple, tick­ling and tan­tal­iz­ing her there, and at 
the same time his fin­ger slid in and out of the hole that was be­gin­ning to be more and 
more lub­ric­ated. Yes, he knew what he was do­ing.

And Gwen was be­gin­ning to feel a strange sense of re­lax­a­tion. There was some­thing 
exotic and new hap­pen­ing to her as the man licked at her pre­cious nipples and moved his 
fin­ger in and out of her pre­cious, vir­gin pussy. Could she ac­tu­ally be en­joy­ing this? She 
didn‘t want to en­joy it-she really didn‘t – and yet some­thing was be­gin­ning to hap­pen. 
Warm, rhythmic waves seemed to be play­ing over her body.

Lasker judged that she was ready. He moved up again. His cock was very hard. Now, with 
his hands on both her tits, teas­ing their sens­it­ive flesh, he po­si­tioned the head of his 
dong at the en­trance to her cunt.

She shivered.

"You‘ll see,“ he said softly. "Now I‘m go­ing to put it in­side. I‘ll do it slowly. You‘ll see.“ She
looked up at him. There was some­thing very strong about his face, and he was really very 
good-look­ing, too.

Slowly, Lasker began push­ing the head of his thick cock in between the sticky-wet lips of 
her young twat. She shivered again. He let the head rest in­side her slit for a mo­ment while 
he played with her nipples. Then he began push­ing for­ward again.

"Ohhh!“ she said.

"You see?“ he said, "you see how good it‘s go­ing to feel?“

"Oh­hhh!“ Now he pushed his cock still farther in. It was two inches in­side now, nearly 
three-and he had come across her price­less obstacle, her vir­gin cherry. There was only one 
way to deal with this, just as he had dealt with other young vir­gins.

He pulled out, pressed for­ward, then pulled out and pressed for­ward again, and then he 
pulled out and hes­it­ated, ready­ing him­self for the all-im­port­ant for­ward plunge.

He rammed his penis into her.

"Ah­h­hhh!“

He had broken through her maid­en­hood, and blood was be­gin­ning to pour out of her 
vir­gin quim, and the whole thing was ex­cit­ing him tre­mend­ously. Now he began to move 
his cock in and out of her open­ing with rel­ish.

She lay there, know­ing that he had just broken through her hy­men, feel­ing the pain and
not know­ing what to do. He was shov­ing his big dick in and out of her with real force now, 
and she felt the huge or­gan in­side her, mov­ing in and out, slid­ing in and out of her 
dis­ten­ded young sex canal. She had never known any­thing so big would be in­side her. It 
seemed in­cred­ible.

He was fuck­ing her with real pleas­ure now, ly­ing flat on top of her so that her tits were 
crushed against his chest, ram­ming his dork in and out of the young cunt that he had just 
opened up for the first time. His arms were around her. Then he felt her arms go around him. 
Yes, she was catch­ing on-they al­ways did! Her arms were around him, and now her legs, too.
He could feel them be­gin­ning to clamp on him. Yes, yes!

"Oh­hhh!“ she said. Some­thing was hap­pen­ing that she had never ex­pec­ted. First 
there had been the fear, and then the pain, and now some­thing else was hap­pen­ing, 
some­thing thrill­ing and won­der­ful. She clung to him as he shoved his swollen dick in and 
out of her cunt.

She was en­joy­ing it. She was ac­tu­ally en­joy­ing it.

She moaned with pleas­ure.

"Yes-“ he said, ram­ming his cock into her again and again. "Yes. You see what I told you? 
It‘s mar­velous, isn‘t it? You love my cock, don‘t you?“

She moaned again. He was bit­ing her on her neck. She gripped him tightly. Sud­denly it 
was as though his body had be­come a part of hers, with his enorm­ous or­gan slid­ing in and
out of a chan­nel that had never been entered be­fore. She never ima­gined that it would feel 
like this. Oh, yes, yes, this felt good.

"Oh, fuck me,‘‘she cried. "Fuck me!“

"Damn right!“ Lasker ex­claimed as he banged his rod in and out of her newly opened 
hole.

"Oh­hhh!“

He rammed it in again and again, swinging his ass around as he did so, so that each time 
his big dick pen­et­rated her, it slid in from a slightly dif­fer­ent angle, thus in­creas­ing the 
pleas­ures he was giv­ing her.

Now she was go­ing to love every minute of this. He was de­term­ined that she would. 
Every vir­gin that he had ever broken in al­ways ended up lov­ing it. They just pro­tested at 
first, out of fear or in­hib­i­tion, but they al­ways ended up beg­ging for more! And Lasker 
had a tal­en­ted cock, and he knew how to use it.

Gwen lay there feel­ing his male or­gan pound in and out of her snatch. She had never 
dreamed it would feel like this. She was be­gin­ning to move her pel­vis around, grind­ing her
ass on the sofa as he man shoved his prick in and out of her awaken­ing pussy. She began to 
writhe un­der him, shift­ing her body so as to meet his move­ments. If this was what sex was, 
it was good! Yes, it was good!

And Lasker was in­creas­ing his speed, pound­ing his dork into her faster and faster. Her 
quim was beau­ti­fully wet and slip­pery now, and it was young and tight, and he could feel 
the muscles of her cunt wall cling­ing to his cock as it slipped in and out with in­creas­ing 
speed.

She was sigh­ing and moan­ing, turn­ing her head from side to side.

"Yes, baby, yes,“ he said. Spittle was on his lips, drip­ping off his lips onto her skin.

Both their bod­ies were be­com­ing sweaty as they rut­ted on the huge so­fabed.

Now he was a hu­man jack­ham­mer, ram­ming his or­gan into her so fast that she would 
not be able to hold off much longer. He would bring her off at the same time he shot, so that 
her first or­gasm would be a gi­gantic one. He knew how to do it. He had done it so many 
times be­fore. He was not one of the most power­ful men in the world for noth­ing. And it 
was not only money that he knew how to con­trol, it was people-men and wo­men. He had 
al­ways known how to use them to suit his pur­poses.

She was writh­ing and churn­ing un­der him, moan­ing and sigh­ing and mur­mur­ing his 
name.

Yes, he knew how to treat young girls like this. In fact, he owed it to them to break them in
right, be­cause a lot of men didn‘t know how.

His dick slid ever more rap­idly in and out of her tight, but juicy young gash. His ass was 
buck­ing up and down and mak­ing a slight ro­tat­ing move­ment at the same time as he 
slammed his cock into her.

She was get­ting hot­ter and hot­ter. She had never known what sex was, had denied 
her­self these pleas­ures for years be­cause of the things her mother had told her. Sex was 
sup­posed to be bad. It was sup­posed to be dirty and wrong and hor­rible.

But it was not!

It was beau­ti­ful, and she churned and gyr­ated un­der his pound­ing body. She didn‘t 
care if his fuck­ing killed her. This pleas­ure was more than she had ever known. She didn‘t 
care what happened now. She didn‘t care!

"Ah­hhh!“

"Oh­h­hhh!“

"I‘m gonna come in a minute I‘m gonna come.“ Just the words were enough to bring her 
to the brink. She had heard of or­gasms but didn‘t know what they were, but now her en­tire 
body was re­spond­ing to this strong man who was slam­ming his sex or­gan in and out of 
her body, and she knew that some­thing was go­ing to hap­pen, some­thing that she had 
never ex­per­i­enced be­fore.

And then came the ex­plo­sion.

His cock shot forth gobs and gobs of steamy white li­quid with in­cred­ible force, and as it
did so, she felt her en­tire body spas­ming. She shuddered. Everything was like fire­works. A 
rocket went off deep in­side her loins.

She erup­ted.

They both came to­gether, thrash­ing about and con­vulsing on the sofa as he shot load 
after load of se­men into her deep­est re­cesses:

He col­lapsed on top of her.

She could not be­lieve what had happened.

Then she began to run her hands over his sweat-covered body, lov­ing the feel of the man
who had just shot the first load of boil­ing hot se­men into her vir­gin cunt.

CHAPTER TWO

Gwen could not get over what had just happened. She lay there, look­ing up at Lasker, 
who was get­ting back into his dress­ing gown. He had just taken her cherry, and she had 
thought it it was go­ing to be so hor­rible, but it had not been hor­rible. It had felt so good.

"I‘ll have someone show you to your room,“ Lasker said.

Then she was go­ing to stay here. She hardly knew what was hap­pen­ing. Here she was in
the man­sion of Stannard Lasker, the multi-mil­lion­aire and he had just fucked her, and now 
she was sup­posed to stay here. Her mind swam.

Lasker tossed her a neg­li­gee, and she got up and put it on. Then he walked over to a 
desk and spoke into an in­ter­com, say­ing, "Send Eve in here.“

In a mo­ment, a statuesque red­head entered the room. She was wear­ing a very brief 
cos­tume, and long net stock­ings. Her hair fell over her shoulders.

"Eve, this is Gwen,“ Lasker said. "I‘d like you to show her to a room in the west wing-you 
know where.“

The red­head smiled. "Of course, Stannard.“ Then she turned to Gwen and said, "Come 
with me, dear.“

Gwen glanced from Lasker to the wo­man. Her feel­ings to­ward the man who had just 
fucked her were very strong, and she did not know what he ex­pec­ted of her next, and now 
he was send­ing her off with this wo­man.

"Mr. Lasker-“ she began.

"Call me Stannard,“ he said. "We‘ll see each other soon, Gwen. Right now, I have a good 
deal of busi­ness to at­tend to.“

The red­head smiled and took Gwen‘s arm.

"Come along,“ she said cheer­fully. "I‘m sure you‘re go­ing to like it here.“ In a mo­ment 
they were out in a long hall. They fol­lowed it along sev­eral twist­ings and turn­ings and 
climbed a flight of stairs. There were so many ques­tions Gwen wanted to ask, but she was 
hes­it­ant. So much had happened since she had stood ex­pect­antly wait­ing out­side her 
build­ing this morn­ing, and she wasn‘t sure whether she liked what was hap­pen­ing or not.

"You seem nervous,“ the red­head said after a while, as they walked. "Don‘t be. I have an 
idea what you must be think­ing be­cause, you see, I came here the same way you did, a year 
ago.“

"You mean – you came here look­ing for a job?“ said Gwen.

The red­head laughed. "A sec­ret­ary‘s job. Wasn‘t it the same with you?“

"Yes,“ said Gwen.

"Well, you‘ll find that what Stannard Lasker has to of­fer will be far more than you could 
ever ex­pect as a sec­ret­ary. Don‘t for­get that he‘s one of the richest men in the world. I‘m 
sure you‘ll be amply re­war­ded. You see, most girls come here the same way you did – and 
every­one‘s nervous to be­gin with, but be­lieve me, you‘ll soon find out how much fun it can 
be.“

They had reached a door near the end of a long cor­ridor. Eve, the red­head, opened it.

"This is your room,“ she said to Gwen.

Gwen looked it. The room was fab­ulous! It was large, with sev­eral win­dows hung with 
lacy cur­tains, and there was a beau­ti­ful, thick car­pet on the floor. Near the cen­ter of one 
wall was an enorm­ous bed.

"Why-it‘s beau­ti­ful!“ said Gwen.

"Isn‘t it?“ said the red­head.

Then Gwen real­ized that Eve was giv­ing her a very strange look. The red­head had closed
the door be­hind them, and she was look­ing at Gwen with a slight smile, her eyes some­what
nar­rowed. Her tongue flicked out and touched her lower lip.

"You‘re quite beau­ti­ful your­self, you know,“ said Eve. Her voice had grown quite husky.

Gwen felt a shiver run through her. There was some­thing in the way the red­head said the
words that gave her fore­bod­ings.

"I know I‘m not bad-look­ing,“ Gwen man­aged to say, "but-“

"Let me see what you look like un­der that neg­li­gee,“ said Eve.

"Oh, I don‘t know,“ said Gwen. "I should really un­pack. There are so many things "They 
can wait,“ said the red­head, mov­ing closer to her.

Now the red­head‘s hands were on Gwen‘s shoulders. They were run­ning down her arms 
to her waist. Eve was mov­ing closer. Gwen felt a shiver of fear. What was hap­pen­ing? She 
had just been fucked for the first time by a man – by one of the world‘s richest men-and now 
a wo­man was mak­ing an ap­proach to her.

Gwen tried to draw back. "No-“ she said.

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But the red­head was open­ing Gwen‘s neg­li­gee. Now she was pulling it back and 
slip­ping it off Gwen‘s shoulders. Gwen felt it drop to the floor. Now she was stand­ing there 
na­ked.

"Please - " said Gwen.

"You have a gor­geous body, Gwen,“ said Eve. "And so do I!“ In an in­stant, she had 
thrown off her own cloth­ing. Now she wore only the long black net stock­ings.

"Oh, I don‘t know-“ said Gwen.

The red­head seemed to be de­vour­ing her with her eyes, and Gwen real­ized that Eve 
had a fant­astic body her­self, with large, firm tits, a nar­row waist, and beau­ti­fully-shaped, 
roun­ded but­tocks. Her skin looked as smooth as cream.

Eve moved to­ward her.

Then she took Gwen in her arms. Gwen could not con­trol the wave of feel­ings that swept
over her. She was in the arms of an­other wo­man!

Eve‘s body pressed close to hers. Gwen could feel the red­head‘s large tits crush­ing 
against her own. It seemed in­cred­ible. Gwen could not be­lieve what was hap­pen­ing. Eve 
was kiss­ing her firmly on the mouth, her large, moist lips for­cing Gwen‘s mouth open.

Eve was thrust­ing her tongue into Gwen‘s mouth. Gwen knew that this was wrong. She 
knew that she should not be in the arms of an­other wo­man, but Eve was so beau­ti­ful and 
there was some­thing about her mar­velous, ripe body and a strange musky smell in the air.

And then she felt her­self re­spond­ing. She was wrap­ping her own arms around the 
body of the lus­cious red­head as their tongues plunged into each other‘s mouths and 
wrapped around each other.

Oh, yes, she thought. Yes, she knew it was wrong, but some­thing was hap­pen­ing now 
that was totally bey­ond her con­trol.

"Let‘s go over to the bed,“ Eve breathed husk­ily.

In a mo­ment, the two young wo­men were sink­ing into the soft mat­tress of the large 
bed. Gwen felt Eve‘s lus­trous long red hair sweep­ing across her body. Their hips pressed 
to­gether, and their tits and bel­lies. Everything seemed to be melt­ing into a haze.

"Oh, you gor­geous girl!“ Eve whispered.

"Oh­h­hhh!“

"Were you a vir­gin this morn­ing, when

Lasker fucked you?“ Eve asked.

"Yes - " Gwen replied.

"I thought so! Yes, that‘s the way Stannard al­ways prefers them. And so do I!“ She kissed 
Gwen again and Gwen felt all her res­ist­ance leav­ing her. She knew this was wrong, but the 
sen­sa­tions that were flow­ing through her body were too much for her to handle.

The two wo­men wrapped their arms around each other and melted into an­other 
pas­sion­ate kiss.

"Oh, darling,“ said Eve. "I want to show you what sex can be like between two wo­men. No 
man can ever know the joys that one wo­man can give to an­other.“

Gwen could not con­trol her feel­ings now as the other wo­man began run­ning her 
hands all over her body. She lay there, feel­ing Eve‘s hands wan­der­ing over her tits with their
erect, poin­ted nipples. She sighed as Eve kissed each nipple ten­derly.

One of Eve‘s hands had moved down to Gwen‘s belly, and now. It was wan­der­ing still 
lower. Her fin­gers shif­ted into the lush brown hair of Gwen‘s young beaver.

Gwen did not know what Eve was go­ing to do next, and though she knew it was wrong, 
she did not care. She sighed as the red­head began run­ning one of her fin­gers up and down

Gwen‘s newly-opened slit.

Only a few hours ago, Stannard Lasker had shown Gwen what a man‘s cock could do down
there in her tender sex zone, and now Eve was start­ing to make her juices flow again. Gwen 
felt her cunny be­gin­ning to grow wet with fe­male stick­i­ness as Eve‘s fin­gers probed into 
her del­ic­ate quim.

"Oh­hhh!“

"Isn‘t this nice?“ the red­head was mur­mur­ing. "Isn‘t this mar­velous? We both are built 
the same. We both have lovely tits and beau­ti­ful young cunts!“

The very words made Gwen‘s va­gina grow even wet­ter. She began squirm­ing on the 
bed, un­der the red­head‘s ex­cit­ing touch.

"You‘ll see that sex with a wo­man can be just as good as sex with a man,“ Eve mur­mured.
"Or even bet­ter!“

Now Eve was be­gin­ning to use her mouth, suck­ing ten­derly on Gwen‘s young tits, 
tak­ing the nipples into her mouth and let­ting her tongue play around them tan­tal­iz­ingly.

Gwen shivered again.

Then Eve began work­ing down­ward with her mouth, mov­ing lower and lower on 
Gwen‘s young flesh, mov­ing her tongue around in teas­ing, sen­sual circles. Mean­while, her 
hand worked at Gwen‘s in­creas­ingly wet young twat, and her fin­ger wandered in and out of
Gwen‘s sens­it­ive la­bial open­ing.

Then, sud­denly, the red­head shif­ted around in bed. Now her head was between Gwen‘s 
legs, and her long hair flowed across Gwen‘s skin, bring­ing Gwen a sat­is­fac­tion all its own.

Eve‘s mouth was on Gwen‘s cunt. Her hands were on Gwen‘s but­tocks. Her tongue 
dar­ted out and licked at Gwen‘s juicy la­bia.

And at the same time, Eve brought her­self into a po­s­i­tion where her own snatch 
moved closer and closer to Gwen‘s face.

Gwen was frightened and fas­cin­ated at the same time. Never had she been in an­other 
wo­man‘s arms, and she had never been so close to the sex or­gans of an­other girl. 
Oc­ca­sion­ally, in the girl‘s gym at high school, or at sum­mer camp, she had caught sight of 
other girls na­ked, but usu­ally it was only for a mo­ment or so. And now an­other wo­man‘s 
twat was right up against her face!

As if in­stinct­ively, she reached around Eve‘s ass and drew her body to­ward her. Without 
think­ing, she brought the furry, fra­grant mound closer to her mouth. Then, ban­ish­ing all 
her own in­hib­i­tions, she began lick­ing at the gor­geous, red­haired mound of Venus.

The feel­ings were over­whelm­ing.

She had never ima­gined that an­other wo­man could bring her pleas­ure like this. And 
now Eve was lick­ing at Gwen‘s cun­tal open­ing, lap­ping around the en­trance, and Gwen 
was do­ing the same with the glor­i­ous, red-furred snatch that was in front of her own face.

Eve moved her legs so that Gwen‘s head was caught between them, im­prisoned between 
the red­head‘s creamy-smooth thighs.

Gwen felt her­self do­ing the same, open­ing her legs and then clos­ing them on Eve‘s 
head.

Now they set to work on each other with a will.

Their tongues reached out and dived into each other‘s juicing quims. They sought each 
other‘s clit­or­ises and touched them with their tongues, send­ing wave after wave of sexual 
thrill through each other. Their mouths sal­iv­ated as they licked and lapped and slobbered at 
each other‘s lus­cious va­gi­nas, suck­ing in pre­cious li­quids and prob­ing ever deeper with 
their tonnes.

Gwen had never ima­gined that such feel­ings were pos­sible.

The red­head‘s tongue drove in and out of Gwen‘s young box, caus­ing a mul­ti­tude of 
wild, exotic feel­ings to flood Gwen‘s body.

And Gwen re­spon­ded, lick­ing and slurp­ing at the red­head‘s tender cunt, and then 
prob­ing in­side her va­ginal canal as far as her tongue could reach.

In a sud­den re­lease of in­hib­i­tions, she tossed and thrashed about on the large bed, 
shiv­er­ing and shud­der­ing as Eve con­tin­ued to lick and lap at her drip­ping cunt.

She probed her tongue again and again into the sex canal of the gor­geous red­head.

Noth­ing mattered now. Noth­ing mattered ex­cept this.

Their mo­tions grew faster and faster. Their tongues rolled around each other‘s 
ero­gen­ous zones, sucked at juicy, sticky pussy hairs, dived into each other‘s sexual 
open­ings.

Their bod­ies were be­gin­ning to be covered with sweat. Gwen did not care. She could 
smell the sweat and the pussy juice of the other wo­man and it ex­cited her bey­ond her 
wild­est ex­pect­a­tions.

Oh, fuck me, she thought, fuck me, eat me, suck me, do any­thing to me.

She was go­ing wild!

They tossed and churned and heaved on the bed, gyr­at­ing in a tor­rent of com­plete 
sexual aban­don. Each girl sucked and licked and drooped at the drippy snatch of the other. 
They seized each other‘s tits and ass cheeks, squeez­ing the tender flesh, rolling and 
tum­bling on the bed.

Noth­ing mattered. Gwen didn‘t know what was go­ing to hap­pen any more. And she 
didn‘t care.

The red­head was eat­ing at her frizz, driv­ing her tongue re­peatedly into Gwen‘s tube. 
Gwen tossed and turned, feel­ing a storm gath­er­ing in­side her en­tire body.

The storm was build­ing. Everything was gath­er­ing, con­cen­trat­ing, spin­ning. She 
knew that some­thing shat­ter­ing was go­ing to hap­pen, and she didn‘t care if it tore her 
apart. All she knew was the glor­i­ous feel­ing of driv­ing her tongue deep in­side this other 
wo­man‘s cunt while the other wo­man did the same to her.

And then the storm struck. Lights flashed in­side her head, and she seemed to see 
spark­lers fly­ing through a deep red sky. Everything changed and surged. She couldn‘t stand 
it. She was near­ing-reach­ing.

Ah­h­hhh!

She ex­ploded, spurt­ing her fe­male juices, her body spas­ming and con­vulsing as she 
thrashed about on the bed, locked in the fierce em­brace of the pas­sion­ate red­head.

Eve seized Gwen‘s head with her thighs. She was com­ing, too. Their two bod­ies were 
rock­ing and gyr­at­ing.

Both the girls shuddered and tossed about in the rap­ture of a gi­gantic mu­tual or­gasm.

The or­gasm shook them both to the very fibers of their be­ings.

They clawed each other and kicked and thrashed about.

Everything turned red, then black. A thou­sand spark­ling comets seemed to fill the day. 
Everything tottered, reeled, and ex­ploded again and again.

Their cunts spasmed and flooded each other‘s mouths with sweet-tast­ing juices.

Gwen lapped and licked at the smooth, slip­pery skin of the in­sides of Eve‘s tender la­bia.

Eve drove her tongue once more into Gwen‘s con­vulsing sex canal.

Then they both fell back.

Gradu­ally, they loosened their holds on each other.

Gwen was breath­ing rap­idly. The taste of Eve‘s cunny was in her mouth. She was 
pant­ing, look­ing up at the room‘s pale blue ceil­ing.

The red­head‘s hair was tangled and dampened with sweat. She lay back and looked at 
Gwen. With her hand, she stroked Gwen‘s thigh.

"There,“ she said softly. "Wasn‘t that won­der­ful? Didn‘t it feel good?“

"Oh­hhh, yes,“ Gwen said. "Ohhh, bet­ter than I ever could have ima­gined.“

"You have a mar­velous body,“ the red­head mur­mured. "And a mar­velous 
sweet-tast­ing cunt.“ The words did some­thing to Gwen. Just hear­ing them made 
some­thing start churn­ing again in­side her. Without know­ing how or why. She felt an­other
ex­plo­sion build­ing up in­side her loins. Not know­ing what was hap­pen­ing, she felt a 
gi­ant shud­der sweep­ing through her and she cried out.

Im­me­di­ately, the red­head‘s mouth was back at her cunt, suck­ing and lick­ing her sex 
open­ing as Gwen cli­maxed again, all the muscles in her body spas­ming to the thrill of 
an­other mind-shat­ter­ing or­gasm.

"Oh­hhh!“ she said.

Eve licked her lips. "Yes,“ she said. "Yes, you‘re truly beau­ti­ful One of the most beau­ti­ful 
girls that Stannard Lasker has brought here in some time.“

They lay there si­lently, their hands strok­ing each other‘s smooth body. Then, after awhile.
Eve‘s words began to puzzle Gwen.

"Eve - ,‘‘she said at last.

"What, my darling?“

"You said a minute ago that Stannd­ard had brought a lot of girls here. Does that mean " 
"More than he prob­ably knows him­self,“ Eve said with a slight laugh. She moved her­self up 
so that they were ly­ing next to each other again, their heads close to­gether. Then she said, 
"I‘m not sure how many girls are here now.

You see, there are parties from time to time, and I al­ways see new faces. I really don‘t 
know - "

"Then it‘s not just you and me-“ Gwen said doubt­fully.

Eve laughed. "If it only were! No, dear, there are a lot of girls in the Lasker man­sion, and 
there are a lot of men who come here.“

"You mean - "

"Stannard Lasker has a hand in prac­tic­ally every ma­jor busi­ness in he coun­try,“ said 
Eve. "Oil, auto­mo­biles, steel, air­ples-everything. I un­der­stand he con­trols a good deal of 
movies and tele­vi­sion, too. In fact, some of the stars owe their en­tire ca­reers to him. If he 
were to flick a fin­ger, cer­tain very fam­ous stars would no longer be able to get a role. And if
he were to flick an­other fin­ger, an un­known act­ress might be­come to­mor­row‘s 
reign­ing movie queen.“

"I‘ve heard things like that. I‘ve read things like that in the magazines,“ said Gwen, 
re­mem­ber­ing some of the things she had read over the years but had scarcely dared 
be­lieve.

"Well, they‘re true,“ said Eve. "And Lasker is not alone. Oh, he‘s the most power­ful, 
prob­ably, but he had a lot of power­ful friends, too. Busi­ness­men. Ex­ec­ut­ives. Politi­cians.
Some are fam­ous names and some would rather re­main be­hind the scenes. But most of the
most power­ful men in the coun­try come here from time to time.“

"Here – to this house?“

"Of course,“ said Eve, laugh­ing. "My, you are in­no­cent.“

"And the girls you‘ve talked about. Do they-“ Eve laughed again. "You‘ll just have to wait 
and see.“

"Oh, Eve,“ Gwen said, throw­ing her­self into the red­head‘s arms again. "So much has 
happened. I don‘t know what to think. I came here this morn­ing, and now - " Eve laughed. 
"You‘ve still got a lot to learn.“

"Oh, hold me, hold me, Eve,“ said Gwen.

And the red­head took her into her arms again and soon they were lick­ing at each other‘s
tits again and run­ning their tongues down each other‘s smooth stom­achs, down to their 
curly, soft cunt hair, wash­ing around in each other‘s furry, warm beavers, and lap­ping up 
each other‘s flow­ing fe­male juices.

Soon they were cream­ing and juicing and com­ing again in a tre­mend­ous, 
body-shat­ter­ing cli­max.

Gwen pressed her cunt into Eve‘s face as she came and came and came again, 
shud­der­ing with pleas­ure as they tossed on the bed, cry­ing out as waves of ec­stasy swept 
over them.

Then they both fell back again, ex­hausted.

Everything seemed to be go­ing round and round in Gwen‘s mind-men‘s and wo­men‘s 
bod­ies all seemed to move through her mind in a strange, exotic dance.

Gradu­ally, she drif­ted off to sleep.

CHAPTER THREE

When she awoke, she real­ized that she was alone. It took her a minute to re­ad­just 
her­self, re­mem­ber­ing where she was and what had happened. Was it still the same day? 
She glanced out the win­dows and saw that it was day­light. Per­haps she had only slept for 
an hour or so.

First she had waited out­side her own build­ing, eagerly an­ti­cip­at­ing what she thought 
would be an in­ter­view for a job. Then she had been driven miles into the coun­try, to this 
man­sion on a heav­enly wooded es­tate that might stretch for miles, as far as she knew.

Then everything had happened so fast-Stannard Lasker stand­ing there be­fore her, the 
fam­ous Stannard Lasker!

And then she had been in his arms, at first fight­ing off his sexual as­sault on her and then 
be­gin­ning to fill with strange, pleas­ur­able feel­ings-feel­ing she did not even know 
ex­is­ted.

And then the red­head, Eve. She re­called vividly the feel­ing of be­ing in the other 
wo­man‘s arms, here in this bed. All these things had seemed so wrong, and yet she could not
get over the fant­astic feel­ings that had flowed through her body.

It was more than she could as­sim­il­ate all at once.

And what happened to Eve?

Gwen looked around the room. She was cer­tainly alone now. Eve must have left while she
was sleep­ing.

The room was so el­eg­antly fur­nished, so beau­ti­ful – was this really to be her room? 
She got up and went to the win­dows. Out­side she saw sweep­ing lawns and hedges and 
wind­ing paths that seemed to lead into in­formal gar­dens, and then bey­ond them wilder 
shrub­bery and trees and hills. She wondered if all these be­longed to Stannard Lasker.

She de­cided to go out­side.

As she looked around for some­thing to put on, she opened a closet door and saw a 
com­plete ward­robe-dresses and slacks and neg­li­gees. Then she went to a bur­eau and 
opened a drawer and found more clothes. She took some of them out. Everything seemed to 
be her size. But how had they known? Per­haps they had judged her size from the photo she 
has sent them, she thought.

Dress­ing quickly, she put on a blouse and skirt and low-heeled shoes.

Then she opened the door of her room and went out into the cor­ridor. There was no one 
in sight.

She did not even known which way to go. She could not be­gin to re­mem­ber how she 
and the red­head had come to this room. She only re­membered that there had been a 
num­ber of twist­ings and turn­ings, and a couple of flights of stairs.

Well, she might as well try one dir­ec­tion as an­other. Some­where there had to be a door
lead­ing out­side.

She tried one long cor­ridor without suc­cess. There were many doors, but they all seemed
to lead into private rooms. Then she des­cen­ded a flight of stairs and tried an­other 
cor­ridor.

At the end of this cor­ridor, she saw a pair of double doors. She pushed one, and it 
opened eas­ily.

She was out­side. The day was beau­ti­ful. She still saw no one, but she did not want 
com­pany just now. Smil­ing and hum­ming a little tune, she began to walk.

She had walked for per­haps ten minutes when she heard a voice.

"Ex­cuse me, Miss, but you can‘t go any farther in that dir­ec­tions.“ She whirled around. 
Be­fore her stood a strap­ping young man in a gray uni­form. He was look­ing at her with 
steely blue eyes.

"Who are you?“ she said.

"My name‘s Jen­kins,“ he said. "I‘m one of the guards here.“

"The guards?“ The words soun­ded strange to her. Guards be­longed in pris­ons and 
places like that.

"Yes, Miss,“ the man said. "I be­long to Mr. Lasker‘s private se­cur­ity force. You can‘t go 
any farther in that dir­ec­tion. There‘s a fence just bey­ond those trees.“

"A fence?“

"Yes,“ he said. "And it‘s elec­tri­fied.“

An elec­tri­fied fence! She didn‘t un­der­stand. But be­fore she could ask any more 
ques­tions, the man had taken a few steps to­ward her, say­ing, "I haven‘t seen you here 
be­fore, have I?“

"No,“ said Gwen. "I just got here this morn­ing.“ There was a slight gleam in his eye as he 
ap­proached her. He was look­ing her over from head to foot, and he seemed to like what he 
saw.

"Well,“ she said. "It‘s been nice meet­ing you. And now - " "What‘s your hurry?“ said the 
man. Now he was stand­ing on the path she had taken. One hand was on his hip, and the 
other res­ted on the butt of a pis­tol that was in a hol­ster slung on his belt.

"I just-“

"Come on,“ the man said in a low voice. "Over here.“

"But I-“ He was ges­tur­ing to­ward a little grove of trees.

"No-“ said Gwen. "I‘ve really got to go back-“

"You‘re not go­ing to give me any trouble now, are you, baby?“ said the man. "Mr. Lasker 
doesn‘t like for any of the girls to give us guards trouble.“ Gwen didn‘t un­der­stand. But his 
hand on his pis­tol seemed men­acing, and be­sides, there was some­thing in his voice and in
his eyes that seemed to draw her to­ward him, des­pite her­self.

He mo­tioned again to­ward the trees. She did not know what to do. She wanted to turn 
and run, but some­how she knew that it would be im­possible.

The man looked so stern and so fierce, and yet there was some­thing about him that 
seemed to draw her for­ward.

She turned and walked into the little grove of trees.

He was be­side her im­me­di­ately.

"Oh, baby,“ he said, tak­ing her roughly in his arms. "You‘re one of the best-look­ing 
broads the boss has brought up here yet!“

"Wait-“

"Wait, shit!“ he said. "I‘m just glad I‘m the first guard who ran into you. You can call me Al, 
by the way. Al Jen­kins.“

"My name‘s Gwen,“ she man­aged to say.

He was kiss­ing her neck and her ear, hold­ing her body close to his.

"I sup­pose the boss has already screwed you,“ he said. Then he laughed. "I don‘t ex­pect 
you to an­swer – that‘s all right. That‘s the first thing he does with all the girls he gets up here 
– he screws them. Fuck it! I‘m just glad you walked my way!“

Gwen knew she should try to get away from this man, but he was much stronger than she 
was, and he had a gun, and be­sides, she felt such a mix­ture of strange feel­ings.

"Let‘s get out of these fuck­ings clothes!“ Al Jen­kins said.

He was tak­ing off her blouse, and now he was lick­ing between her tits. She liked the feel 
of his wet tongue lap­ping at the soft skin.

Then he un­zipped her skirt and she stepped out of it, not know­ing what was go­ing to 
hap­pen, but real­iz­ing that she couldn‘t help her­self, even if she wanted to.

Then, al­most be­fore she knew it, he was na­ked, too. He had thrown off his uni­form, 
and then he did a strange thing. He picked up his gun belt and strapped it around his bare 
waist, so that the hol­ster hung down on his right side.

"I can‘t be without my gun,“ he grinned.

Then he was on her again, and he was for­cing her down onto the ground.

She did not know what to do. There was no way she could es­cape from this man. And 
be­sides, she wasn‘t sure she wanted to.

She felt his mus­cu­lar body on top of her and she could feel the rough­ness of the leather
gun belt scrap­ing against her waist. He was kiss­ing her pas­sion­ately on the mouth, 
for­cing her mouth open with his, and driv­ing his tongue in­side.

She re­spon­ded, tak­ing his tongue into her mouth, suck­ing it in, feel­ing their saliva 
ming­ling and swirl­ing her tongue around his.

His body was shift­ing around on top of hers, hump­ing her without yet put­ting his penis 
into her. The muscles of his arms and chest were hard, and she could feel the bones of his 
pel­vis mov­ing against her own soft skin. She felt as if she were be­ing over­powered.

Al Jen­kins knew that he had found one of the nicest young cunts to turn up here in some 
time. This was really go­ing to be great, he thought. Every week, the boss brought two or 
three new girls up here – lured them up here through news­pa­per ads or some­thing – and 
some of them didn‘t work out, but he thought that this one was go­ing to.

He began kiss­ing her nipples, tak­ing each one into his mouth and let­ting his tongue roll
around it, suck­ing the sweet little straw­ber­ries into his mouth. If there were milk in there, he
would suck it out – there was noth­ing he liked bet­ter than straw­ber­ries and milk!

Gwen felt his tongue and lips caress­ing her nipples, and his rough hands be­gin­ning to 
roam over her body, and she did not know whether she was go­ing to be able to stand these 
feel­ings.

Now his mouth was trav­el­ing lower, down her soft belly, wash­ing back and forth across 
her stom­ach, send­ing thrill after thrill through her, caus­ing her to writhe and whim­per.

"Oh­hhh!“

His tongue was slid­ing back and forth across the skin just above her cunt. Then he let it 
wander into the hair. He could not get enough of pussy hair, es­pe­cially when they were 
covered with sticky fe­male juices. He liked to take them between his teeth and pull on them.

Now his mouth was down at her snatch. She felt his tongue plunging into her quim. She 
couldn‘t be­lieve it. He was not tender with her or gentle. He was rough, and yet it felt so 
good!

Al drove his tongue into her sex canal again and again. He didn‘t care if the boss had 
fucked her there this morn­ing or not. He wouldn‘t be sur­prised if that bitch Eve had got to 
her, too. But he didn‘t care. There was noth­ing he liked bet­ter than eat­ing de­li­cious young
pussy.

"Oh­hhh, Al!“

He rose up. "Yeah, baby, you like that?“

"Oh­hhh, yes!“ He dived down again and con­tin­ued eat­ing at her drip­ping snatch.

Gwen writhed about on the ground, not know­ing what was hap­pen­ing and not caring. 
All she knew was that this big, mus­cu­lar guard was on top of her, that his mouth was deep 
into her fe­male hole, and that he was mak­ing her feel mar­velous.

The sight of the gun still strapped around his waist frightened her, and yet in some way it 
ex­cited her, too!

After a few minutes, Al de­cided to shift tac­tics. Giv­ing one last, slow lick to her 
del­ic­ate, slip­pery la­bia, he sat up. Then he moved up so that he was strad­dling her body, 
with one knee on each side of her.

His cock was fully erect. She had never known a man‘s penis could get so big! It looked 
nine or ten inches long, and. It was very big around. Its head was swollen and purplish. Its 
shaft was a dark, brown­ish pink, and she could see a big vein on its un­der­side.

"Suck it,“ he said.

"Oh­hhh!“

With one hand, he took hold of his cock and waved it in front of her face. He was 
grin­ning.

"What‘s the mat­ter, baby?“ said Al. "Don‘t you like my cock?“

"I‘ve never - " "Don‘t tell me you‘ve never sucked a man‘s prick be­fore?“ She shook her 
head.

"Well, shit, there‘s got to be a first time for everything, huh?“ He moved his penis un­til its 
swollen head was right in front of her lips. He knew he could get her to suck it. He al­ways 
could. He had one of the biggest cocks of any man he knew, and most girls went wild for it.

"Come on,“ he said softly, "suck it.“

Gwen was com­pletely in his power now. She opened her mouth. He began push­ing the 
huge or­gan in between her lips. She felt the large, hard, warm tool en­ter­ing her mouth – so
big that she didn‘t know whether she was go­ing to be able to get her mouth around it.

"Yeah, that‘s it!“ said Al. "That‘s it, baby! Now do a good job! Suck it good for Al, baby!“

"Mmmmm!“

He began shov­ing his dork in and out of her mouth. He knew she was strain­ing to get 
the whole thing in, and he knew she wasn‘t ly­ing-she had never sucked a man‘s cock be­fore.

He loved the feel­ing of be­ing the first man to break in a girl, whether it was in her cunt 
or her ass or her mouth. He didn‘t care, just so he was the first. He knew that the boss had 
already fucked her, but that was prob­ably all he had done.

He began mov­ing his ass back and forth as he shoved his rod into the young girl‘s mouth.
She was tak­ing more and more of it. She could feel the big head of his penis hit­ting against 
the back of her throat. She gagged.

He took hold of the back of her head, hold­ing it up so that he could ram his dong into 
her bet­ter. He liked this and if she gagged, it just made it that much more fun.

Now he was slam­ming his prick faster into her gap­ing mouth. Her lips were tight around 
his fat cock, just the way he liked it. He held her head fast. The gun strapped around his waist 
was boun­cing up and down on his thigh. He loved that feel­ing, be­cause it gave him a 
greater sense of strength – it was like hav­ing two guns, the forty-five in his hol­ster, and the 
big fleshy sperm – gun that was in­side her mouth.

Gwen had never felt any­thing like this be­fore – the big, warm, swollen male or­gan that 
was pump­ing back and forth in her mouth, slam­ming against the back of her throat, driv­ing
her wild with in­cred­ible feel­ings of sav­age lust that she had never be­fore even ima­gined.

She wanted to take it as deep into her throat as pos­sible. She wanted to feel his gi­ant 
pole driv­ing down her throat-driv­ing all the way! She didn‘t care if she gagged on it. The 
huge tool was some­thing new and mar­velous! She ran her tongue around it as she sucked.

"Yeah,“ he said as he poun­ded his prick again and again into her mouth, feel­ing it hit the 
back of her throat, hold­ing fast to her head.

His balls were swinging against her chin. They were huge and heavy in their sac. Gwen 
reached up and took hold of them. They felt so strange – so won­der­ful – in their hairy 
cham­ber.

He groaned. "Yeah, that‘s it, squeeze my balls, baby!“

"Mmmmmm!“ Now she was squeez­ing his big balls and suck­ing his root at the same 
time. The feel­ing was in­des­crib­able. She had never known that a man‘s gen­it­als could 
feel so won­der­ful, or taste so good! Al was shov­ing his dork back and forth in her oral 
canal, giv­ing way to com­plete aban­don now, throw­ing his head back and clos­ing his eyes 
as the young girl sucked at his driv­ing male or­gan.

"Yeah-“

His knees were on each side of her, close to her body. Now he re­leased her head, 
con­tinu­ing to drive his cock into her mouth, and reached be­hind him so that he could put 
his hands on her tits. She was squeez­ing his balls, and now he was squeez­ing her beau­ti­ful 
boobs.

He did not know how much longer he could hold out.

She was wrap­ping her tongue around his cock as she sucked on it. Her saliva was 
lub­ric­at­ing his penis well, so that it slipped back and forth eas­ily in her mouth now. She 
was get­ting used to it. She was really be­gin­ning to like it.

He bucked back and forth, slam­ming his cock in and out of her gap­ing mouth, reach­ing
back to squeeze her tits, his eyes still closed. He was ima­gin­ing all the girls who had sucked 
him off, start­ing with the girl next door, when he was about twelve.

He began ro­tat­ing his ass as he drove his dick in and out of her throat. Yeah, baby, he 
thought. Suck it. Suck it all out.

And she wanted to swal­low the whole thing now. She wished that she could take it in 
even deeper than she was tak­ing it. She wanted him to shove it all the way down her throat, 
all the way down to her stom­ach.

He was ro­tat­ing his ass and ram­ming his peter back and forth. Everything was so 
slip­pery and warm. Everything felt great. He began to groan.

She was moan­ing as she sucked, slurp­ing at the juices that slipped out around her lips.

He moaned, thrust­ing his pecker in and-out faster and faster. Everything seemed to be 
com­ing to­gether now. Now his hands went back to her head again and he held her head 
tightly, so that when he rammed his dork into her, she could not pull away.

His forty-five was still boun­cing up and down on his thigh. He al­ways loved that feel­ing. 
Once he had had to pull it out and threaten a girl be­fore she would suck him.

But not this girl! This girl was catch­ing on fast! Gwen knew that she had been com­pletely
over­powered by this man, that she was do­ing everything ex­actly as he wanted it, and 
though she knew she should be re­pelled, she was not. The feel­ings were fant­astic – 
mar­velous – she had never felt this way be­fore.

His mus­cu­lar thighs gripped her body and his hands held her head tight as he rammed 
his penis in and out of her oral chan­nel. What did he care how hard he fucked her? He was 
the first one in her mouth – that made him feel great!

"Yeah, baby, yeah!“

"Mmmmmm!“

"Take it, baby, take it all!“

"Mmmmmm!“

Wham-wham-wham! He was ram­ming his swollen cock in and out of the vir­gin mouth 
that now had ad­ap­ted it­self per­fectly to the shape of his huge, throb­bing tool. He shoved 
it into her throat again and again. When he shot, she would have to take his en­tire load, 
be­cause he was hold­ing the back of her head tightly in his hands.

Gwen was com­pletely lost in their fe­ver­ish sex act now. She didn‘t know where she was. 
She only knew that this strong, mus­cu­lar stud was on top of her, his knees on each side of 
her, his pulsat­ing cock thrust­ing in and out of her mouth that had never tasted cock be­fore.

"Eat it, baby! Eat my beau­ti­ful cock!“

"Mmmm-“

"Wrap your tongue around it! Lick it! Squeeze my balls! That‘s it!“ She could not help 
her­self. Noth­ing mattered now ex­cept this power­ful man and his enorm­ous, throb­bing 
cock. Noth­ing ex­is­ted for her ex­cept his strong, mus­cu­lar body and the huge dong that 
was ram­ming in and out of her throat and the heavy, pen­du­lous balls that she con­tin­ued 
to squeeze in their sac.

He had been sucked by a lot of girls, but not all of them had known how to do it right, but
this girl was fant­astic!

Some­times, Al liked to just lie back and let a girl suck him off that way. He liked to watch 
a girl‘s head bob­bing up and down as her mouth slipped up and down over his pulsing 
whang.

But other times, he liked to ham­mer his or­gan into a girl who was trapped un­der him, 
like this one. He liked to fuck a girl in the mouth just as much as he liked to fuck a girl in the 
cunt-and some­times he liked it bet­ter. Es­pe­cially when she gagged and ac­ted re­luct­ant. 
That just turned him on all the more!

She was writh­ing around on the ground. His cock was in her mouth, but she felt as if it 
were in her whole body. His cock seemed to be every­where. Noth­ing ex­is­ted but his cock. 
She sucked and licked and in­haled through her nose, tast­ing the warm, male taste of his sex 
or­gan. The taste and the huge, thrust­ing tool were driv­ing her wild! She thought she might 
go mad if she couldn‘t have his cock!

Her ass gyr­ated on the ground. She wished his cock were in her cunt, too, at the same 
time – she wanted to be fucked every­where.

She glanced up and saw the gun rid­ing on his thigh, in its hol­ster. She tried to sig­nal 
him with her eyes. She didn‘t know what was hap­pen­ing. She only knew what she wanted.

For an in­stant, she man­aged to pull her head away from his penis.

"Your gun - " she said. "Fuck me! I‘ve got to have it!“ He un­der­stood im­me­di­ately. He 
shoved his cock back into her mouth. He loved this. He was grin­ning as he pulled his gun out
of its hol­ster and then, reach­ing back, touched it to her warm flesh.

She felt the cold metal of the bar­rel against her body. Chills ran through her.

He had to reach way back, but he was able to touch the bar­rel of his pis­tol to her mons. 
He could feel it sweep­ing through the hair. He would work it around un­til he found her 
clit­oris.

Gwen was go­ing out of her mind! She was thrash­ing her legs around. She wanted this 
man to shove his pis­tol up her cunt. He couldn‘t quite do it, in this po­s­i­tion, but she felt 
the cold metal on her skin – on her mound-work­ing its way through the hair.

She thought she would ex­plode.

And then he found the clit. His gun was in the slit of her twat, and the cold bar­rel was 
rest­ing on the tiny love but­ton that had be­come swollen with blood and erect.

She thought she would scream. She thought she would die.

She sucked all the more eagerly at his thrust­ing shaft.

His cock was ram­ming in and out of her mouth, and his pis­tol was pressed against her 
swollen clit­oris, and she knew that she could not stand much more of these ex­quis­ite, 
glor­i­ous feel­ings.

Fuck me, she wanted to say, fuck me in the mouth, in the cunt, every­where! Fuck me with 
your cock! Fuck me with your gun!

And he un­der­stood what she was feel­ing. He was grin­ning as his mo­tions grew faster 
and faster, and he con­tin­ued to reach be­hind him and let the bar­rel of his gun rest in her 
snatch, driv­ing her wilder and wilder.

He con­tin­ued to rub the bar­rel of his forty-five up and down the juicing la­bia of her 
cunt. She was squirm­ing and toss­ing wildly.

She had never felt any­thing like this in her life be­fore. She was be­ing fucked in the 
mouth while his gun was play­ing with her pussy, and ripples of rap­tures were flow­ing 
through her en­tire body.

"Suck it!“ he said. "Suck!“

She could not help her­self. She loved everything this power­ful man was do­ing. She 
would do any­thing to please him. Any­thing!

"That‘s it, baby! Suck it!“

Gwen had never felt so mar­velous. His huge cock in her mouth was like a red-hot pole, 
slip­pery with saliva, driv­ing in and out of her strain­ing throat. It was a hot pole of flesh. The 
male taste and the male scent was mak­ing her wildly in­tox­ic­ated.

He con­tin­ued to play with her cunny with the bar­rel of his gun. She was churn­ing her 
ass around on the ground.

He grinned as she gulped for air in an ef­fort to take more and more of his pecker into her
mouth. Saliva dripped out her mouth and ran down her cheeks.

Now his ass was pound­ing back and forth harder and harder, shov­ing the gi­ant tool as 
far as it could pos­sibly go down her raven­ous throat.

Any minute now . . .

Any time now, and he knew that he would ex­plode.

She wanted him to ex­plode in her mouth. She had never tasted male se­men. She did not
know what it would taste like. She only knew that she had to have it.

Again and again he slammed his or­gan into her.

She sucked at his penis furi­ously, with com­plete aban­don. Noth­ing mattered now but 
his de­li­cious, hot cock.

His ass whipped back and forth as his en­tire body be­came a bat­ter­ing ram.

Her body was con­vulsing as the gun bar­rel rubbed against her erect clit­oris.

"I‘m gonna come in a minute, baby,“ he said. "I‘m gonna come, and you‘re gonna take it 
all!“

"Mmmm!“

"Doesn‘t that taste good? Doesn‘t my big cock taste good, baby?“

"Mmmmm!“ Back and forth he rammed his big dick, slid­ing it in and out of her hot throat.
He knew it couldn‘t last much longer.

And then he felt the se­men gath­er­ing in­side him. He felt it boil­ing deep in­side his 
balls. He felt it be­gin­ning to steam, be­gin­ning to rise up through his pas­sage­way. The 
come was be­gin­ning to build up and push up through his loins. Everything was spin­ning.

He was pant­ing and groan­ing.

Gwen knew that he was go­ing to come.

"Now-“ he said. "Now!“

And the come came shoot­ing out of the end of his swollen cock in enorm­ous hot spurts. 
He rammed his cock all the way down her throat as his or­gan spasmed, spray­ing his hot 
male juice straight down her throat in burst after burst of sizz­ling come.

She swal­lowed, gulp­ing and gag­ging as the hot stuff poured out of the end of his cock 
and shot against the back of her throat.

"Aaaah­hhh!“ he was cry­ing. "Oh­hhh! Take it, baby! Take it all!“ He pumped his ass back 
and forth as the come con­tin­ued to pulse out of his swollen dork, spurt­ing and spray­ing its
gey­ser of se­men into the girl‘s aching throat.

Again and again he punched it into her, and with each drive for­ward his cock would 
spasm again and the hot, white cream spur­ted out and rolled down her throat.

She swal­lowed it eagerly, tast­ing the salty, thick stuff in her mouth for the first time. The 
taste was driv­ing her wild. The feel­ing of his swollen or­gan pulsat­ing and con­vulsing 
in­side her mouth was al­most more than she could bear.

She was rap­tur­ous! Noth­ing mattered in the world ex­cept this! He was still shoot­ing. 
He had not known he had so much hot come in­side him. His head was thrown back and his 
mouth was open. His eyes were closed.

His gun was still touch­ing her slit. As his cock ex­ploded into her, the touch of the gun 
against her warm, wet cunt lips was too much for her. She knew that she was go­ing to come.

As his se­men poured down her throat, she felt her en­tire body be­come tense. There was
a great hes­it­a­tion, and then everything be­came an enorm­ous shud­der, as she erup­ted 
in a gi­gantic or­gasm that shook her to the very roots of her be­ing.

He shot again.

She con­vulsed and tossed on the ground.

Gradu­ally, he pulled his penis out of her still-eager mouth. His cock was grow­ing limp. 
He felt com­pletely drained and com­pletely sat­is­fied.

She took his limp cock in her hand, look­ing at it. Her or­gasm had just ended, leav­ing 
her with a great feel­ing of peace and hap­pi­ness.

"Oh, your cock is so beau­ti­ful!“ she said.

"You suck good,“ he said, mov­ing now and shift­ing so that he lay on the ground be­side 
her.

"Oh, Al, that was so mar­velous!“

"Now aren‘t you glad you ran into me?“

"Oh, yes!“ He lay back, totally sat­is­fied.

"Al, I‘ve got to have you again! I want you to fuck me!“

"We‘ve got plenty of time for that,“ he said. "You‘ll prob­ably be here for quite awhile.“ She
wasn‘t sure what he meant. "You mean - " "When the boss gets a fresh, young one like you, he
usu­ally keeps her around for weeks-maybe even months.“ There was some­thing about the 
tone of his voice that really frightened her now. If the boss, "kept them around,“ what did he 
do with them after he was through with them? But she dared not ask.

She moved into his arms. Now they were in an em­brace, ly­ing there on the ground.

"Oh, fuck me – fuck me now!“ she mur­mured.

"Just give, me a minute,“ Al said, still a little out of breath. "A guy can‘t come again quite as
fast as a girl, you know. It takes a little while for the come to build up.“

"Oh, I‘m so new at this - "

"Yeah, I know, but that makes it bet­ter.“

"Does it?“

"For me, it does,“ he said, and he planted a long, raven­ous kiss on her mouth – the mouth
that had just been suck­ing so well at his swollen cock. He could al­most taste a hint of his 
own se­men there.

"Can you fuck me now?“ she pleaded. "Are you ready, Al?“

"Well, usu­ally I wouldn‘t be,“ he said, smil­ing. "But you‘re get­ting me so damned hot! 
See, when I was about fif­teen, I used to be able to come twice in a row without even 
stop­ping. But, now I have to wait a few minutes.“

"How old are you now?“

"Twenty-two,“ he said. "And you, Gwen?“

"Eight­een.“

"Yeah, that‘s about the age the boss usu­ally likes ‚em.“ He planted an­other long, wet kiss 
on her mouth. Then he said, "You‘ve got me so fuck­ing hot that I‘m ready, baby, let‘s go!“ He 
turned her so that she was on her back again. Then he got between her legs and spread them 
slightly. His cock was rock-hard. He put the purplish head of his penis up against the 
en­trance to her va­gina and began to push. "Oh­h­hhh!“

"Yeah,“ he said. "You‘ll love it, baby - " "Oh­hhh, yessss!“ He kept push­ing his cock into her
cunt un­til he was in all the way to the hilt.

She gasped.

"Now we‘re really gonna have a fuck!“ he said.

He began pump­ing his rod in and out of her lovely young cunny. It was already wet with 
the juices of her or­gasm. Sex smells filled the air. They both churned and tossed and moaned 
as they rut­ted among the trees.

It wasn‘t long be­fore they both came again, cry­ing out and thrash­ing about in the lust 
of a tre­mend­ous mu­tual or­gasm that made them both see flash­ing lights and rock­ets 
go­ing off in­side their heads.

Their loins con­vulsed. It was as if they were one body. Everything ex­ploded.

Gwen shuddered and spasmed as he shot his big load into her sex canal, groan­ing.

"Ohhh!“

CHAPTER FOUR

In the space of a few hours, Gwen had changed com­pletely.

She had come here this morn­ing a vir­gin, en­tirely in­no­cent about sex.

And now sex seemed to be every­where! She thought of Stannard Lasker, driv­ing his 
hardened cock in and out of her freshly-opened cunt. She thought of Eve, the gor­geous 
red­head, who had in­tro­duced her to les­bain sex. And then there had been Al. The 
strap­ping, mus­cu­lar guard who had pumped his huge prick in and out of her mouth and 
shot a tre­mend­ous load of se­men down her throat.

And the thing was, she loved it!

She loved the feel­ing of Lasker‘s penis break­ing open her maid­en­head and plunging 
into her throb­bing, hid­den re­cesses. And she had loved the taste of cunt, as Eve showed 
her how two wo­men can make love to each other. And then, ly­ing on the ground with Al 
Jen­kins, she had ex­per­i­enced still more thrills.

She wandered back to the house, hop­ing that she would see the guard again soon. He 
had said he must get back to his post, and they had both dressed, and now she was head­ing 
back to the house.

The man­sion looked so tre­mend­ous, re­ced­ing into the trees. She wondered how many
rooms it might have – a hun­dred, two hun­dred – and she wondered how many people 
might be stay­ing there now.

She re­membered which door she had come out of, and she entered it again and walked 
down sev­eral cor­ridors un­til she came to her room.

Someone had been there while she was gone and had left a tray of food.

It was true, she real­ized, she hadn‘t eaten any­thing all day, not since break­fast-but with 
so much sex go­ing on, she really hadn‘t thought about it.

She began to eat the light meal that had been left on a tray, and then she no­ticed that a 
note had been left on top of her dress­ing table.

She got up and went over to the dress­ing table and picked up the note. It read: "Mr. 
Lasker ex­pects you to join him in the grand ball­room at eight o‘clock. A guide will show you 
the way. Please dress in­form­ally.“

She put the note down and thought about it for a minute. She wondered what sort of 
guide would show her the way and she wondered what to wear. "In­formal“ could mean a lot 
of dif­fer­ent things.

She se­lec­ted a very sheer green dress with short skirt and put it on. Then she waited.

Fif­teen minutes later, there was a knock on her door.

"Come in,“ said Gwen.

The door opened and Gwen saw one of the most beau­ti­ful black girls she had ever seen 
in her life.

The girl was smil­ing. "I‘m Ly­dia,“ she said. "And you must be Gwen. Are you ready for the 
party?“

So there was to be a party. Gwen replied, "Yes, I guess so. I‘m new here and - " "Yes, I 
know,“ the black girl said with a smile. "Things are a little con­fus­ing at first, but you‘ll get 
used to them. Shall we go?“ Gwen joined the black girl and they star­ted down one of the 
long cor­ridors. As they walked, Ly­dia told her that she had been at the man­sion for a 
month.

"I answered an ad,“ Ly­dia said in her gen­ial way. "That‘s the way it al­ways starts, of 
course. Then, once you get here, well, I‘m sure you‘ve dis­covered a few things for your­self by
now.“

Gwen thought over everything that had happened already today. "Yes,“ she said. "I‘ve 
learned quite a lot. But there are a lot of things I don‘t un­der­stand. How many people live 
here?“

"I don‘t really know,“ Ly­dia said ser­i­ously. "Stannard ar­ranges things so that – well, I 
know that there are a lot of girls here. Ac­tu­ally, I don‘t know them all by name. Stannard 
ar­ranges things so that some girls take part in one party, and then an­other group of girls 
take part in an­other party, and so forth. And then, there are al­ways new girls turn­ing up – 
like you – and some of the girls who have been here quite a while sort of, well, dis­ap­pear.“

"Dis­ap­pear?“ Gwen echoed, puzzled.

"Oh, I wouldn‘t worry about it,“ said Ly­dia. "I guess they go home or some­thing. 
Any­way, I‘m cer­tainly not ready to go home yet. I‘m hav­ing a ball!“

"And what about the men?“ Gwen per­sisted. "Are there men liv­ing here, too?“

"Only the staff – the house­hold ser­vants and the guards,“ said Ly­dia. "The rest of the 
men you‘ll meet are all busi­ness ac­quaint­ances of Lasker‘s – some of them very 
prom­in­ent. You may even see some faces you‘re re­cog­nize from TV or the news­pa­pers.“

"It all sounds very ex­cit­ing!“ said Gwen. "Oh, it is,“ said Ly­dia. "I wouldn‘t have missed it 
for the world!“

Within a few more minutes, they had reached two large double doors at the end of a hall. 
Ly­dia opened one of them and in­dic­ated that Gwen should go in.

The room was very large, and the lights were dim. Gwen could see twenty or thirty people 
there, though there may have been more. It was dif­fi­cult to judge, be­cause there were a 
num­ber of so­fas and lounges and other pieces of fur­niture in the room, and some of the 
people seemed to be just re­lax­ing on the floor.

She looked around for a fa­mil­iar face, but at first she did not see any­one she 
re­cog­nized.

Mu­sic was com­ing from some hid­den speak­ers. It was soft and rather dreamy.

"Go ahead,“ said Ly­dia with a smile. "You‘ll find some new friends in no time!“ Ly­dia 
walked off to join a couple who were sit­ting on a sofa, and Gwen stood there for a mo­ment, 
won­der­ing what she should do next.

Then he heard a voice be­hind her.

She turned and saw a very good-look­ing man of about thirty-five. He wore noth­ing but 
a white toga. She felt sure she had seen him be­fore.

"You must be new,“ the man was say­ing.

"Yes, I am,“ Gwen said. There was some­thing fa­mil­iar about the man‘s voice, too. She 
was try­ing to place him.

He was look­ing at her with dark, pen­et­rat­ing eyes. "My name‘s Clark,“ he said.

Then she re­membered. Clark Bal­lard, the tele­vi­sion news com­ment­ator-one of the 
best-known men in the coun­try. She was sur­prised she hadn‘t re­cog­nized him at once, but 
she had never met a TV per­son­al­ity in the flesh be­fore.

"I‘m Gwen-“ she said.

He was look­ing her over care­fully, from the top of her low­cut dress, down around her 
tits, to her waist and the way the dress pulled tightly across her hips, then down to her long, 
shapely legs.

"Why don‘t we find a place to sit down?“ said Clark Bal­lard.

"Well, okay,“ said Gwen, still over­whelmed at see­ing someone as fam­ous as Clark 
Bal­lard here. She wondered if all Stannard Lasker‘s friends were equally fam­ous.

He led her to­ward a kind of chaise on the other side of the room. They walked past 
couples and groups of people who were talk­ing and laugh­ing. Some of them were drink­ing
and some were smoking. They all seemed to be hav­ing a very good time.

Gwen thought she re­cog­nized the faces of a couple of the other men, too, but she 
couldn‘t be sure.

She sat down on the chaise, and he sat down next to her.

"Gor­geous - " he was say­ing. "Stannard really knows how to pick them. You‘re 
ab­so­lutely gor­geous, Gwen.“

"Oh, thank you,“ she said, feel­ing a little em­bar­rassed, but over­whelmed at be­ing here
with the fam­ous man.

Then he reached out and began to feel her tits. She leaned back. Sex seemed to be 
every­where now, and she didn‘t mind at all.

There was lust in his eyes as he said, "Let‘s get you out of those clothes!“

"But what about the other people--“

"Hell, they‘ll all be out of heir clothes in a minute any­way,“ said Bal­lard.

He helped her quickly out of her dress, and then took off her panties and bra. Then he 
threw off the white toga. He was still look­ing at her with a lusty gleam.

"Now get down on the floor,“ he said. "I want you on your hands and knees.“

"But-“ He took hold of her arm and pulled her off the chaise and onto the sofa car­pet.

"This way-“ he said. "That‘s it. Now get down on your el­bows. I want your ass in the air.“ 
Gwen did not know what was go­ing to hap­pen next. This was some­thing dif­fer­ent. And 
there was some­thing in Bal­lard‘s tone of voice that frightened her a little, even after 
everything she had been through today.

But she obeyed him.

Clark Ballcard loved to fuck girls from be­hind, and the younger and more in­no­cent they 
were, the bet­ter. There was noth­ing he liked bet­ter than the sight of those two creamy 
white globes of ass raised in the air just poised there wait­ing for him..

Gwen placed her el­bows on the thick car­pet, then put her head down on them, turn­ing 
her face to one side. She was on her knees, and she knew her but­tocks were stick­ing up.

Now Clark began run­ning his hands un­der­neath her, so that both hands were 
ap­proach­ing her furry beaver. He loved the feel­ing of the soft, curly hair in his fin­gers. He 
rubbed his fin­gers around in her cunt hair and then began to move to­ward the cen­ter, 
to­ward her tender young gash.

Both his hands found it at the same time. Now he was play­ing with his fin­gers in the 
warm, damp flesh of her outer la­bia, tick­ling and tan­tal­iz­ing her. She squirmed and 
sighed.

Then he moved his fin­gers farther in­ward, reach­ing the del­ic­ate in­ner lips. They were 
sticky with her juices. It gave him a tre­mend­ous hard-on.

Then he felt ready. Touch­ing her little clit with one hand, he began slid­ing for­ward with 
his large, erect dong, mov­ing un­der her as­shole and en­ter­ing her gor­geous cunt.

"Oh­h­h­hhh!“

There was noth­ing he loved bet­ter than the feel­ing of shov­ing his dick into a lovely 
young cunt from be­hind and feel­ing his belly slap up against her ass cheeks.

He held her firmly with his hands, one on each side of her twat, as he began to move his 
swollen peter in and out of her slip­pery sex tun­nel.

She was sigh­ing. Her tits were hanging down and touch­ing the car­pet, and the car­pet 
tickled them as she swayed and moved un­der the man‘s touch.

"You like that, sweet­heart?“ he asked.

"Mmmmmm!“

He shoved his dick in and out of the slith­ery, damp tube of her va­gina, feel­ing its 
muscled, young walls shap­ing them­selves per­fectly to his or­gan, sur­round­ing his piece of
driv­ing male flesh.

With his hands, he rubbed the edges of her twat and her groin, touch­ing the sens­it­ive 
skin in between her legs, caus­ing her to twist around and moan as he kept slid­ing his cock in
and out of her slip­pery cunt.

Now he began mov­ing faster, shov­ing his throb­bing penis in and out of her quim with 
greater force, know­ing that he had her in a per­fectly de­fense­less po­s­i­tion there on the 
car­pet, so that he could do any­thing at all, and she could not res­ist.

He smiled as he pushed his prick in and out of the young cunt, his belly slap­ping against 
her ass cheeks, feel­ing her flesh with his hands.

She was moan­ing and sigh­ing and mur­mur­ing un­in­tel­li­gible words.

His ass was buck­ing back and forth as he pumped his swollen dork into her cream­ing 
va­gina. Take it, take it, take it, he thought. He could never get enough of pretty young cunt. 
Every­one around the TV stu­dio knew that. He had to have a con­stant sup­ply. If he didn‘t 
fuck a young cunt two or three times a day, he wasn‘t up to par when he went on the air.

And Stannard Lasker knew of Bal­lard‘s pre­dilec­tion, and he was able to sup­ply Bal­lard 
with all the juicy young cunt he wanted -as long as Bal­lard did him some fa­vors in re­turn.

Now Clark Bal­lard rammed his cock back and forth in her drip­ping sex canal. This girl 
was really some­thing! He jammed his cock in and out, feel­ing an in­creas­ing aban­don, 
feel­ing the blood pound­ing in his driv­ing sex or­gan.

And Gwen, face down­ward on the car­pet, felt his prick jam­ming in and out of her 
re­cently opened love hole and knew that she liked this feel­ing bet­ter than any­thing. Oh, it 
was won­der­ful, feel­ing his big stick slid­ing faster and faster in and out of her pre­cious 
cunny!

"Yesssss!“ she whimpered.

Sev­eral people had gathered around them to watch. Gwen was scarcely aware of them, 
but Clark Bal­lard knew they were there and this made it even bet­ter for him.

Some of the people were kiss­ing and feel­ing each other, while oth­ers just stood 
there-smil­ing and watch­ing.

Hav­ing an audi­ence made things two hun­dred per cent bet­ter for Bal­lard. He would 
show them how he could per­form!

Again and again he rammed his throb­bing tool into Gwen‘s hot cunt, hit­ting harder and 
harder each time; moan­ing and feel­ing a little spittle be­gin to run out of the corner of his 
mouth.

He felt like a wild an­imal, and he was rut­ting and fuck­ing and ram­ming his big dick into
the hot young cunt of this girl right in front of every­one‘s eyes.

The feel­ing made him want to gloat. He felt like the king of the moun­tain! He poun­ded 
his rod in and out of her ass as she moaned and ro­tated her ass around in the air.

Now he reached up and grabbed her tits and threw him­self for­ward over her, so that his 
chest was against her back as he socked his penis in and out of her cunt. He was squeez­ing 
her tits, and his ass was bob­bing back and forth, and her ass was re­spond­ing, mov­ing up 
and down and around as he fucked her juicy cunt.

"At­tta, boy, Clark!“ someone said in the crowd that had gathered around them.

"Fuck her good!“ said someone else.

Bal­lard re­spon­ded to these words of en­cour­age­ment, feel­ing, as though he were up 
on a stage, or in front of the TV cam­eras. He slammed his hot tool in and out of her twat 
faster and faster, drool­ing in spite of him­self, slap­ping his loins against her beau­ti­fully 
roun­ded ass.

Gwen felt his large or­gan ram­ming in and out of her dis­ten­ded chan­nel. Never un­til 
today had she been fucked, and now she was learn­ing what it felt like to have one man‘s cock
after an­other slide up and down her warm, juicy snatch, and she loved it!

She loved the feel­ing, and each man‘s cock was dif­fer­ent! Each man who fucked her 
seemed to have a dif­fer­ent ap­proach! She lay with her head on her arms as his big dick 
plugged her again and again.

It felt like a tele­phone pole be­ing rammed in and out of her. Noth­ing had ever felt so 
big! Clark Bal­lard was be­ing egged on by the crowd.

"Fuck her!“

"Shove it into her!“

"Shoot your load in her, Clark!“

He was pant­ing, hear­ing the words of his audi­ence and get­ting more and more turned 
on by them. Her lovely, juicy cunt was grasp­ing his prick with each of his for­ward thrusts. He 
thought he had never been in­side such a lovely cunt be­fore.

"Fuck her!“

He felt the se­men be­gin­ning to gather in­side his loins, stir­ring there and get­ting 
ready. He knew that it wouldn‘t be long be­fore he came.

Gwen felt his huge rod slam­ming into her again and again, and all the fibers of her body 
were be­gin­ning to tense in an­ti­cip­a­tion of their cli­max.

The come was build­ing up in his balls, sizz­ling there as if in a fiery fur­nace, sizz­ling and 
boil­ing be­fore the fi­nal out­pour­ing.

Gwen moaned, mur­mur­ing, "Oh, fuck me, yes, fuck me good!“

"Yeah, I‘m fuck­ing you!“ he cried.

"Let her have it!“ cried someone in the crowd.

And then the se­men came rip­ping up out of his loins and shoot­ing up through his 
ur­ethra and spur­ted out in great gobs of sticky come into her juicing cunt.

"Ah­h­hhh!“

"Oh­hhh!“

He shoved his cock into her again and again as the come went spurt­ing out the end of his
or­gan and flooded the in­ner re­cesses of her lovely young va­gina, shoot­ing all the way up 
to her cer­vix.

And she was drip­ping with fe­male juices, cream­ing around his driv­ing dork as her 
cunny con­trac­ted and spasmed in a glor­i­ous or­gasm of her own.

"Ah­h­hhh!“ she cried out as she felt his cock pulsat­ing in­side her, ex­plod­ing its fiery 
hot load into her in burst after burst. Her cunt muscles spasmed and con­vulsed and her 
whole body seemed to erupt as he sent his male li­quid again and again into her in­ner 
cham­ber.

"Atta boy, Clark!“ the spec­tat­ors cried. "That‘s fuck­ing her!“

"Oh­hhh!“

"Whatta fuck!“

"Look at her, she loves it!“

And it was true. Gwen was writh­ing and churn­ing around, de­light­ing in each for­ward 
thrust of his mam­moth tool. She could feel the hot come spray­ing in­side her. Her own 
or­gasm was still shak­ing her from head to toe.

"Ah­hhh, baby,“ said Bal­lard. "That was nice!“ Gradu­ally, he pulled his penis out of her 
va­gina. He was pant­ing heav­ily. He was covered with sweat. This was one of the best cunts 
he had fucked lately. Bal­lard could al­ways count on Stannard Lasker to provide the freshest, 
love­li­est cunts within a thou­sand miles! "Nice work, Clark!“ said an­other man, grin­ning.

Clark Bal­lard got up off his knees, smil­ing, wip­ing the sweat from his fore­head.

Someone handed him a drink.

Gwen turned, ready to get up now. Sud­denly she real­ized that all these people had been 
watch­ing them. She had been so totally in­volved in their pas­sion­ate in­ter­course that she 
had not really been aware of them all. Now she felt a little em­bar­rassed.

But be­fore she could get up, an­other man was on her.

"No,“ she said. "Wait - "

She could not even see who this other man was, but he was po­s­i­tion­ing him­self 
be­hind her, just as Bal­lard had.

"Wait-“

"You just stay right where you are, baby,“ the man said.

"That‘s right-do it for Ted!“ someone else said.

She didn‘t know who this Ted was. She couldn‘t even see him. But she knew that he was 
po­s­i­tion­ing him­self between her legs, be­hind her, and that again a man‘s hands were 
run­ning over her belly and down to her crotch.

Then his hands moved around to the cheeks of her ass. He was mas­sa­ging them – and 
she had to ad­mit that his hands felt very good there.

Then he was spread­ing her ass cheeks.

She did not know what he was go­ing to do.

And be­fore she had a chance to think fur­ther, she felt some­thing press­ing against the 
en­trance to her rectum.

He was push­ing his hard cock against her as­shole.

"No!“ she said. "I don‘t-“

"Quiet, honey,“ the man said. "You‘ll love it, you‘ll see.“

"Atta boy, Ted!“ someone cried.

She felt some­thing huge and ir­res­ist­ible push­ing at her tight little anus, and she knew 
it was his penis. She had heard about things like this, but she had never dreamed that she 
would be do­ing them her­self. It all seemed so wild, so per­ver­ted! Did men really fuck 
wo­men in the ass?

Ted Shea, the man be­hind her, spit in his hand and then rubbed the saliva over his cock. 
He spit in his hand again and put some of the spit on her puck­ery little as­shole. He loved all 
kinds of sex, but he got a spe­cial charge out of shov­ing his blood-en­gorged cock into the 
as­shole of an in­no­cent young girl.

Now he read­ied him­self, hold­ing her ass firmly in both hands, and began to shove 
for­ward.

"Oh­h­hhh!“

Her as­shole was tight. She had never been fucked there be­fore, and he knew it.

"Re­lax,“ he said. "It‘ll only hurt at first-then you‘ll love it.“ She tried to do as he said. It was 
hard to re­lax with that huge or­gan push­ing at her from the rear. It was as if some­body 
were try­ing to shove his fist up there. She was frightened,, but at the same time she was 
enorm­ously ex­cited by what he was do­ing! "Just re­lax!“

"I‘m try­ing - " she said.

He spread her ass cheeks wider. He could see that this was go­ing to take a little more 
ef­fort.

He put his hand up to his mouth again and spit more saliva into it, then rubbed the stuff 
over his cock.

"Here - " said someone in the crowd. "Here‘s some KY.“ Ted reached up and ac­cep­ted a 
gob of lub­ric­at­ing jelly that someone handed him. He rubbed this all over his cock and then
placed a large gob of it at the en­trance to her shit canal.

Then he reared back, tak­ing a firm hold of her ass, and began for­cing his big tool 
for­ward again.

This time, he began his pen­et­ra­tion.

She was moan­ing.

"Re­lax!“ he said. "You‘ll love it, baby, I prom­ise.“

"Oh­hhh!“ He had man­aged to get the big head of his cock through the tight sphinc­ter 
muscle. That was the hard­est part. Now that he was that far, he knew he could ram it in all 
the way. But she had a cherry ass, and he knew he had to go slowly.

She had never felt any­thing so large en­ter­ing her be­fore. Even the cocks of Lasker and 
the guard this af­ter­noon, and then of Clark Bal­lard a few minutes ago had not felt so big. 
They had been in her cunt, but now this man was push­ing his big tool into her ass!

He had man­aged to snake it in an­other half inch or so. Cripes, she was really tight! Still 
hold­ing her ass cheeks firmly, he kept push­ing for­ward. There was nowhere she could go. 
She was pin­ioned be­neath him on the car­pet. She had to take it all! She had to!

"Shove it in her, Ted!“

"Keep it up, Ted! She‘s cherry, but she‘ll love it.“

"Ohhh!“ Now he had man­aged to force at least two inches of his thick cock into her shit 
chan­nel. He was do­ing it with the greatest dif­fi­culty, but this only ex­cited him more. If she 
had never be­fore been fucked in the ass, then he was the one to show her how! She was 
try­ing to do what he had said, try­ing to re­lax, and now that the big thing was ac­tu­ally 
in­side her, she began to un­der­stand what he meant. Some­thing strange was hap­pen­ing. 
His huge pole had opened her tight little as­shole, and now it was keep­ing it wide open, but 
strangely, she could feel her as­shole muscles re­lax­ing to ac­com­mod­ate it.

And with a tre­mend­ous for­ward push, he shoved his eight-inch cock all the way into her
ass!

"Oh­hhh!“

"That‘s it, baby. Now you‘re gonna love it!“ He had ac­com­plished the pen­et­ra­tion. 
Now his cock was all the way into her rectal chan­nel, and now he could really go to work! He 
began pulling it out slowly, but he did not want to pull it out too far. He let it come out about 
halfway. The lub­ric­at­ing jelly was mak­ing his move­ments easier. Then he pushed his penis 
back into her rectum again.

Yes, now she had opened enough so that the rest of the go­ing would be easy! He began 
pump­ing his swollen prong into her now, lov­ing the feel­ing of jam­ming his big dick up the
ass of a young girl who hadn‘t had it this way be­fore! She moaned and writhed there on the 
car­pet. It was some­thing like be­ing fucked in the cunt, but it was dif­fer­ent. His cock felt 
huge back there. It felt as though he were filling her en­tire body with his cock. She moaned 
again.

"Beau­ti­ful!“ someone in the crowd said.

"Keep it up, Ted!“

Now he was sock­ing his whang back and forth in her greasy shit chan­nel faster and 
faster. He loved the fant­astic feel­ing. He had opened her up, and each time his dork plunged
into her ass, he could feel the sphinc­ter muscle slid­ing tightly along his throb­bing shaft.

His balls swung back and forth as he rammed his pole back and forth in her as­shole.

She moaned and sighed and mur­mured un­in­tel­li­gible words. She hardly knew what 
was hap­pen­ing any more. Pen­ises seemed to be every­where. She had been fucked in the 
cunt and in the mouth already today, and now a man was prong­ing her in the rear end! She 
had never ima­gined that there could be so many dif­fer­ent ways of get­ting fucked!“

The man‘s enorm­ous tool slid faster and faster in and out of her rectum.

He was gurg­ling as he poun­ded it into her, lov­ing the feel­ing of be­ing the first man 
into her cherry ass.

"Fuck her!“

"Fuck that ass!“

Ted poun­ded faster and faster. His eyes were be­gin­ning to glaze. His breath was 
com­ing faster. He was be­gin­ning to pant as he drove his peter with in­creas­ing speed into 
her lub­ric­ated, tight little ass.

"Shoot your load, Ted!“

His body tensed. He was ram­ming his cock into her as fast as he could go, and then he 
felt his whole body tense as the come came roar­ing up out of the cav­erns of his loins and 
dis­charged in bolt after bolt of hot li­quid into her ass.

"Ah­h­h­h­h­hhh!“

"Atta boy, Ted! Fuck that vir­gin ass!“

He col­lapsed on top of her the se­men still pulsing out of his throb­bing cock.

It had been mar­velous.

Gwen lay there un­der him, his cock still bur­ied to the hilt in­side her rectum. She had 
never ima­gined that any­thing could feel like this. She had never ima­gined that a man‘s cock
could go up her ass and give her such thrills all over her en­tire body.

And sud­denly, as his prick twitched again in­side her, she felt an or­gasm rising up from 
in­side her ass and her cunt all at once, and a great shud­der swept over her in wave after 
wave.

"Ah­hhh!“ she cried.

Ted‘s cock had grown soft, but her or­gasm ex­cited him so much that he felt an­other jolt
of se­men jump­ing out of his balls and shoot­ing into her hot young ass.

"Ah­hhh!“

Then they both fell onto the car­pet, covered with sweat and male and fe­male juices.

Stand­ing above them, a man had been jerking him­self as he watched them.

Now his cock spurt­ing forth gobs of gism that splashed onto both their bod­ies.

CHAPTER FIVE

When Gwen got up off the floor, she saw that the party was just be­gin­ning.

Couples and groups of people were ly­ing on so­fas or on the car­pet, moan­ing and 
rolling around. Male and fe­male flesh was in­ter­twined every­where. She saw arms and legs 
stick­ing out of piles of writh­ing bod­ies.

She saw a girl on her knees, suck­ing wildly on the cock of a young man who was 
pump­ing his ass back and forth as he held tightly to her head.

She wandered across the room, com­ing across sev­eral couples who were rut­ting on the 
deep pile car­pet, thrash­ing around and moan­ing.

On one of the so­fas, three people were in­volved in a sex scene. A man lay on his back, 
while a girl squat­ted between his legs, suck­ing wildly on his hard penis. At the same time, 
an­other girl was squat­ting over his face, and he was lick­ing at her juicy pussy eagerly.

Not far away, Gwen re­cog­nize Ly­dia, the beau­ti­ful black girl who had led her to this 
room. Ly­dia was in the arms of an­other wo­man. They had turned around, fa­cing head to 
foot, so that they could eat each other‘s cunts in a sixty-nine po­s­i­tion.

And then Gwen real­ized that the other wo­man was Eve – the lus­cious red­head she had 
been in bed with earlier today!

She watched Eve and Ly­dia lick­ing lov­ingly at each other‘s snatches. Eve was flick­ing 
her pink tongue over the glor­i­ous black hair of Ly­dia‘s pussy and then let­ting her tongue 
stray into Ly­dia‘s warm, damp slit.

At the same time, Eve was run­ning her tongue up and down the la­bia that was 
sur­roun­ded by a bush of beau­ti­ful red hair.

Gwen stood watch­ing them, trans­fixed. She wished there was some way she could be 
part of this, too. She wanted to dive down and start eat­ing Eve‘s pussy, and then whirl around
and start lick­ing and lap­ping at Ly­dia‘s pussy. Oh, she wanted to have them all!

Be­fore she real­ized it, someone‘s hands were on her.

Someone had come up be­hind her.

She turned and saw that a rather heavyset man had come up be­hind her and had reached
around to grab her boobs. He was feel­ing them and squeez­ing them. But she did not know 
who he was.

She pulled away, so as to get a bet­ter look at him. He was in his forties, and he had a 
rather hand­some face, and again, she thought that he was someone she should re­cog­nize.

He said, "‘Don‘t pull away like that, just when I‘m get­ting a nice hold on your tits.“

"I didn‘t know who you were,“ she said.

"My name is Avery Boyd, if that mat­ters.“ Avery Boyd! He was one of the most 
im­port­ant pro­du­cers on Broad­way and Hol­ly­wood. His name had been linked with 
dozens of gor­geous act­resses.

He was smil­ing. "You‘re one of Stannard‘s new ac­quis­i­tions, I see.“

"Yes,“ she said. "I just got here today.“

Now his hands were on her tits again. "I like your tits,“ he said. "You‘ve got beau­ti­ful 
breasts, just the way I like ‚em.“

Then he bent his head down and began lick­ing at her left nipple. His mouth covered it 
and his tongue began to swirl around and around the tender flesh. It send thrills through her 
body.

He mas­saged her other nipple with his hand. After a while, he moved over to her right 
nipple and began to suck on it, mas­sa­ging the other tit.

She stood there, her eyes half-closed, ex­ult­ing in the new feel­ings she was 
ex­per­i­en­cing here. A man was lick­ing and slurp­ing at her tits, and the sen­sa­tion was 
bet­ter than any­thing she had ever felt be­fore.

She glanced around her at the dozens of bod­ies that were toss­ing and churn­ing on the 
car­pet and in chairs and on so­fas. Every­one was hav­ing sex-dozens and dozen of people at
once and she could smell their juices, ming­ling in the air, the heady smell of va­ginal juices 
and male se­men, a rich scent that ad­ded to everything else to drive her wild!

Now one of his hands was on her cunt. He still sucked at her right nipple, while his fin­gers
began to slip into her wet gash open­ing.

She shivered.

His hands – or were they other hands – now she felt more hands on her. Someone else 
had come up to her now. She turned, try­ing to see.

There was an­other man.

"Is she ready?“ said a voice be­hind her.

"Yes, I think she‘s ready,“ said Avery Boyd, smil­ing. "Oh, by the way, this is Mark Slade.“

This was an­other name she re­cog­nized. She knew that he had some­thing to do with 
oil, and that he was re­puted to be very, very rich. Now Boyd was stand­ing in front of her, 
and Mark Slade was be­hind her.

But what did they in­tend to do with her? "We‘re go­ing to make you feel things you never
felt be­fore,“ Boyd was say­ing and his fin­gers went in­side her la­bia again.

The other man was run­ning his hands over her back and her but­tocks.

Whatever was go­ing to hap­pen, she de­cided, she would just let it hap­pen. Sex was all 
around them in the room. She could hear moans and sighs and smell the sexual juices. All she 
wanted was to be part of it.

Now Boyd was ready­ing his penis at the open­ing to her va­gina. Stand­ing in front of 
her, he began to push it gradu­ally up her sexual canal.

It felt so good!

And at the same time, be­hind her, she could feel the other man spread­ing her ass 
cheeks, where she had been fucked only a few minutes be­fore. She drew in her breath. It had 
been so tight be­fore, when the man had fucked her in the ass. Could she be fucked there 
again so soon?

Stand­ing be­hind her, Mark Slade rubbed his penis with saliva and placed it up against 
her anus. Her anus was tightly closed. He had seen her get­ting fucked on the other side of 
the room, and he was de­term­ined to get his cock up there.

She was mov­ing her ass round. Avery Boyd‘s prick in­side her cunt felt so good! But she 
didn‘t know if she could handle two cocks at once – the very idea staggered her 
ima­gin­a­tion.

But Mark Slade was pre­pared.

He un­screwed the cap from a little metal con­tainer that hung on a chain around his 
neck. Reach­ing around in front of her, he placed the con­tainer un­der her nos­tril.

She in­haled.

Sud­denly everything was pound­ing. Everything in the room seemed to be throb­bing 
and pound­ing wildly. Her heart was beat­ing like a ham­mer. She saw red and then black, 
then frag­ments of shoot­ing stars. The blood was cours­ing through her body like a 
thou­sand rivers. What was hap­pen­ing?

He had given her a sniff of amyl ni­trite. Now he took a sniff of it him­self, and then he 
passed the con­tainer around front so that Avery Boyd could have a sniff.

All three of them were caught up in a frenzy that had their hearts pound­ing and the 
blood rush­ing to their head. The whole room seemed to be ex­pand­ing. Noth­ing ex­is­ted 
ex­cept their throb­bing hu­man flesh.

His heart pound­ing, Mark pushed his cock against her anal open­ing. This time he knew 
that she could be pen­et­rated. All three of them were grabbing each other‘s flesh and 
moan­ing. His dick began to move up her for­bid­den chan­nel!

Avery Boyd was slid­ing his swollen dong up and down her juicing va­gina. His arms were 
wrapped around her, and his mouth was pressed tightly against hers. Their tongues worked 
fren­et­ic­ally against one an­other.

Mark Slade had shoved his dork all the way up her ass. He knew he was stretch­ing her 
flesh to the limit, but he loved it. He loved that feel­ing! Now he drew back and then shoved 
his cock up her rectum again. He took a hur­ried sniff of the ni­trite and then began 
ham­mer­ing his cock into her wildly.

She was writh­ing. Everything was go­ing around. Everything seemed made of flesh and 
huge-enorm­ous – huge pricks and gor­geous, boun­cing boobs and heavy, swollen balls. 
Everything in the room was heav­ing, sigh­ing, moan­ing hu­man flesh.

Boyd rammed his cock up and down her drip­ping snatch, tak­ing fre­quent sniffs from 
the metal con­tainer that Slade held out to him.

Gwen in­haled each time Slade placed the strange con­tainer un­der her nos­trils. She did 
not know what the chem­ical was, but she knew that it was chan­ging everything into a 
mar­velous, pound­ing, throb­bing mass of grind­ing, thrust­ing, pump­ing sexual lust!

Slade shoved his big prick up and down her anal canal. She had been opened and 
lub­ric­ated only a few minutes earlier by an­other man, and now Slade found that his cock 
slipped eas­ily in and out of the tube. Her tightened sphinc­ter muscle clung to his cock as it 
drove in and out of her rectum.

Avery Boyd was pound­ing his cock in and out of her cunt. He could feel the other man‘s 
cock ram­ming in and out of her at the same time. The two cocks were sep­ar­ated only by 
her del­ic­ate mem­branes. It gave him a fant­astic feel­ing to shove his swollen dick up her 
cunny and to feel an­other cock shov­ing up her ass at the same time!

And she was ex­per­i­en­cing the most mar­velous sen­sa­tions of her en­tire life. Boyd 
was suck­ing at her tongue as he fucked her. Slade was reach­ing around and squeez­ing her 
tits and pinch­ing her nipples.

She was caught there between them as they poun­ded their cocks into her writh­ing 
sexual flesh. She felt that she was be­ing pen­et­rated by a thou­sand cocks, all of them huge 
and throb­bing, all of them driv­ing and pound­ing and thrust­ing.

She reached down with one hand and grabbed Avery Boyd‘s balls and squeezed them as 
his cock shot in and out of her cunt. She knew that she had af­fected him, from the way his 
mouth nearly bit down on her tongue, and his cock began mov­ing all the faster.

Then she reached around be­hind her. Her hand grazed Mark Slade‘s cock as it rammed 
up and down her shit-canal. She reached back be­neath his cock and found the big, hairy sac 
that con­tained his balls. She squeezed them.

"Ah­hhh!“ he said as he squeezed. It was a cry of pure joy.

She knew she was trapped between the two men, but it was ex­actly where she wanted to 
be!

Now Boyd was slam­ming his cock in and out of her cunt with a reg­u­lar rhythm, his ass 
buck­ing back and forth as he stood with his feet planted wide, feel­ing her slip­pery cunt 
grasp­ing at his tool as he sent it home again and again.

Slade was ram­ming his rod into her from be­hind, feel­ing her tight as­shole cling­ing to 
his cock as it pumped up and down her rectal chan­nel.

Everything was hap­pen­ing in a glor­i­ous haze of pure sex.

Slade in­haled again on the amyl ni­trite and then held the con­tainer un­der Gwen‘s 
nos­tril.

She in­haled deeply. Her heart beat like a bat­ter­ing ram.

Slade in­haled some more of the stuff and passed it over to Boyd.

They were all hump­ing, grind­ing, thrust­ing and moan­ing to­gether.

It was all too much! Without any pre­arranged sig­nal, the two men pulled her to the floor,
still keep­ing their cocks in her two chan­nels, plunging their hot dicks in and out of her cunt 
and her ass, only now they were all ly­ing on the soft car­pet.

Gwen didn‘t care what happened to her. Everything was sex. Everything! "Fuck me!“ she 
cried. "Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Fuck me, fuck me!“ The two men were rap­idly work­ing 
to­ward cli­maxes. Their hot dongs were ra­cing in and out of her gash and her as­shole as 
they grabbed at her flesh and bit into it.

She writhed and twis­ted on the floor, toss­ing about and kick­ing out with her legs, 
rak­ing her fin­ger­nails down Boyd‘s back. She felt Slade‘s fin­ger­nails squeez­ing at her 
nipples, and she wanted to scream with joy.

They were all fuck­ing as fast and as wildly as they could, and their juices were all build­ing
to­ward some­thing that would carry them all away, wip­ing them com­pletely out in a haze 
of sexual lust and a pound­ing, throb­bing hun­ger in­duced by the ni­trite.

Everything was ex­pand­ing, grow­ing lar­ger and lar­ger as the two gi­ant cocks raced in 
and out of her twin canals.

And then she felt an or­gasm be­gin to sweep over her. She felt it right down in the pit of 
her crotch, down in her cunt, in her clit­oris, and sud­denly a mam­moth shud­der was 
con­vulsing her en­tire body as her heart poun­ded wildly, and she cried out.

Boyd rammed his cock in and out of the girl‘s cunt so fast he felt like a jack­ham­mer. In 
and out and in and out, and as the sweat poured off his body, he felt his own or­gasm 
build­ing, the se­men churn­ing in his groin, everything start­ing to ex­plode, and then he felt
the come start shoot­ing up his sex chan­nel and come burst­ing out the end of his cock. And
then he was ex­plod­ing, shoot­ing his hot se­men deep into her pulsat­ing cunt.

And at the same time, Slade took an­other sniff of the ni­trite and rammed his pecker 
again and again up her lub­ric­ated shit canal. He felt the come burst­ing out of his own sex 
or­gan and he shot spurt after spurt of his se­men deep into her rectum.

"Oh, yesssss!“ she screamed.

"Yeah, baby, yeah!“

The two men groaned and shouted ob­scen­it­ies as their bod­ies con­vulsed, as each of 
them shot a tre­mend­ous load of se­men into her at the same time.

She felt Boyd‘s cock throb­bing as it thrust in­side her, send­ing jolt after jolt of hot come 
deep into her womb.

And she felt Slade‘s throb­bing shaft driv­ing again and again into her rectum as he 
dis­charged jolt after jolt of male se­men deep into her in­test­ines.

She was alive with sex. It was every­where. People all over the room were moan­ing and 
cry­ing out with sheer pleas­ure.

The two men raked their fin­gers over her body, and she dug her fin­ger­nails into Boyd‘s 
back. Then she reached around be­hind her. Slade was let­ting his limp penis slide out of her 
rectum. As he did so, she took hold of his balls and squeezed them.

"Ohhh, baby!“ he ex­claimed. "Do that again and I‘ll shoot again!“ And she felt his cock 
ex­plod­ing again in her hand, and the come splash­ing out and land­ing on her smooth 
but­tocks.

Boyd‘s cock slipped gradu­ally out of her cunt. She took hold of his balls, too, but he 
ap­par­ently wasn‘t go­ing to come again now. He merely bent down and began lick­ing at 
her tits again.

She sighed, feel­ing the two men fall away from her, their great loads of se­men already 
in­side her, all of them feel­ing a sense of tre­mend­ous re­lease.

She played with their limp pen­ises and their balls for a while, and then the two men 
kissed her, say­ing that they would see her later, and got up and walked off to some other 
part of the room.

She was in heaven.

From all corners of the room, there were moans and groans and mur­mur­ings of lust and 
love.

She had never had sex be­fore today, and now she was hav­ing so much of it that she 
knew she could never again do without it.

After she had res­ted a few minutes, she got up again and began walk­ing across the 
room. Someone handed her a drink. She sipped it. All this sex had made her thirsty. She 
wandered over to a sofa where a very young girl – about four­teen – and a much older man 
were fuck­ing, toss­ing about and moan­ing.

Then she passed three girls, who were en­tirely en­tangled in each other‘s arms, lick­ing 
and suck­ing at each other‘s cunt and tits and asses.

One girl stood with her back against a long, carved buf­fet while a blond man on his knees
be­fore her lapped at her pussy.

On top of the same buf­fet lay an­other man, and a girl had po­si­tioned her­self on top 
of his prick so that her cunt slipped up and down his tool as she bounced up and down. The 
man looked ec­static.

Gwen kept wan­der­ing un­til she came to an­other scene near some draper­ies.

At first she could not fig­ure out what was hap­pen­ing.

Then she saw that there were two people – and the man was Stannard Lasker! And now 
some­thing very strange was hap­pen­ing! Stannard Lasker was on his knees with his 
but­tocks in the air. A girl was be­hind him. Gwen could not be­lieve her eyes. The girl seemed
to have a penis, and Gwen knew that that-was im­possible. And yet . . .

She moved closer. Yes, the girl did have a penis! Only it wasn‘t real – it was some­thing the
girl had strapped on. Gwen thought she had heard about things like this, but had never 
be­fore seen one.

The girl was be­hind Lasker, and her fake penis was in­ser­ted in his rectum. Gwen couldn‘t
be­lieve it. The girl was fuck­ing him in the ass and Lasker was groan­ing with pleas­ure, 
wav­ing his ass in the air as the girl pumped the phony penis in and out of his as­shole.

Gwen drew in her breath. She never would have be­lieve that Stannard Lasker or any man, 
for that mat­ter, would want to be fucked in the ass. And yet there was Lasker, a smile of bliss 
on his face as the girl slammed the big dildo in and out of his anus.

The girl seemed to be en­joy­ing it, too. She was a lus­cious-look­ing blonde and her tits 
bounced as she fucked him. They swayed and bounced against the man‘s back. Gwen tried to 
ima­gine what that might feel like. It was strange, but it looked beau­ti­ful.

"Oh, fuck me!“ he was say­ing. "Fuck me, you beau­ti­ful broad! That‘s it! Fuck Lasker in 
the ass!“

The blonde humped up and down wildly, her hair in dis­ar­ray, her tits sway­ing, her lips 
par­ted, in the throes of sexual pas­sion.

Gwen could not res­ist. She ap­proached the gyr­at­ing pair. She knelt down be­hind the 
girl who was fuck­ing Lasker and put her hands on the girl‘s ass cheeks. Then she par­ted 
them and began lick­ing at the girl‘s anus.

She could feel a thrill go through the girl‘s body as she licked at her as­shole. Now the girl 
was fuck­ing Lasker in the ass, and Gwen was lick­ing the girl‘s ass.

Only one more thing re­mained to hap­pen and it happened fast.

As Gwen licked at the girl‘s ex­posed as­shole, she felt someone work­ing at her own ass. 
She man­aged to turn. She saw a good-look­ing, dark-haired man spread­ing her own ass 
cheeks, smil­ing. Now he was be­gin­ning to lick at her as­shole.

The feel­ing was so in­tense that she thought she would bubble over any mo­ment. 
Noth­ing could pos­sibly feel this good, and yet it did! She licked and slurped at the girl‘s 
tight pucker and the dark-haired man was do­ing the same thing to Gwen‘s as­shole. Oh,‘ it 
was all heav­enly!

Someone had taken hold of her tits, now. She couldn‘t even see who. Then she real­ized 
that it was a wo­man – a very beau­ti­ful wo­man with long black hair. The wo­man was 
suck­ing at Gwen‘s tits while Gwen licked at the blonde‘s as­shole and the dark-haired man 
licked at Gwen‘s own anus.

Lasker was cry­ing out, "Fuck me, fuck me!“ His cream was shoot­ing out of his penis, 
which bobbed wildly in the air. His come shot out and landed two or three feet ahead of him, 
on the car­pet.

The blonde col­lapsed on his back, shud­der­ing in the throes of her own or­gasm, the 
dildo still em­bed­ded in his anus.

And Gwen felt her­self be­ing car­ried away as the dark-haired man shif­ted his mouth 
from her as­shole to her cunt. Now he was lap­ping at her pussy, while the beau­ti­ful 
wo­man sucked at her tits.

It was all too much!

She knew she couldn‘t hold out.

Everything was spin­ning into an enorm­ous, dizzy­ing haze.

She cried out. All the juices of her body were flood­ing to­ward her cunt. Everything was 
spas­ming, whirl­ing, and spin­ning in a storm of re­leased pas­sion that was build­ing to a 
gi­gantic sexual ex­plo­sion.

She came.

She shuddered and ex­ploded.

"Ah­hhh!“ she shrilled. "I want to be fucked forever!“ Then she fell back on the car­pet and 
hands and mouths were every­where on her body. A penis slipped into her mouth, and she 
sucked on it fe­ver­ishly. An­other penis slipped into her cunt and she felt her cunny muscles 
grasp­ing it. She reached out and felt a wo­man‘s tit and a man‘s hard penis. She squeezed 
them both. She heard the wo­man‘s sigh, and the penis she was hold­ing began to jerk in her 
hand, shoot­ing out glob after glob of white-hot se­men that landed on her face and in her 
hair and on her tits.

She smeared the se­men around on her tits, and then she licked her fin­gers, tast­ing the 
de­li­cious warm come.

Then an­other man straddled her and she felt a huge cock be­gin to drive in and out of 
her cunt.

She didn‘t know whose cock it was, and she didn‘t care.

A wo­man was strad­dling her face, and she began lick­ing at the warm, drip­ping la­bia, 
driv­ing her tongue into the wo­man‘s snatch while some man was fuck­ing her.

From some­where be­hind her head, an­other load of se­men shot into her hair.

CHAPTER SIX

Hours later, Gwen woke up and real­ized that she was back in her bed­room. She only 
vaguely re­membered get­ting there. She had moved from one pile of writh­ing, heav­ing 
bod­ies to an­other in the large room, feel­ing hands reach up and stroke her flesh, drop­ping
down to par­ti­cip­ate in one wan­ton sex act after an­other.

She had been con­sumed with lust. The whole room had seemed to spin as people fucked 
and sucked. The moans of rut­ting couples filled the air, and the scent of their sexual juices 
served fur­ther to ex­cite her.

At some point, she had made her way back to her room. Some of the people had fallen 
asleep right there, locked in em­braces with oth­ers, or else ly­ing, ex­hausted, on one of the 
many so­fas.

But Gwen had made it back to her room She seemed to re­mem­ber some man walk­ing 
with her. He had fucked her in the cor­ridor stand­ing up. But she had been so tired and so 
filled by men‘s se­men by this time, that her memor­ies were blurred.

Now she looked around. It still seemed to be dark out­side. She wondered what time it 
was.

She heard a sound. Was there someone else in the room? "Hello?“ she said. "Is there 
someone there?“ Then she heard an­other sound, as of feet mov­ing si­lently across the 
car­pet, she could just barely make out a shad­owy form.

"Who‘s there?“ she asked.

Then she felt some­thing touch the bed. The shad­owy form was hov­er­ing over her. For 
a mo­ment, she tensed, frightened.

Then a hand touched her breast.

"Who-“

"It‘s me, darling,“ said a voice. And someone was crawl­ing into the bed with her.

"Who - " she said again, strain­ing to see in the dark­ness.

"It‘s me – It‘s Ly­dia,“ said the girl, plant­ing a kiss on Gwen‘s neck.

"Oh – Ly­dia! You frightened me,“ said Gwen. "I didn‘t know who you were.“

"I didn‘t mean to, darling,“ said the beau­ti­ful black girl. "I just had to come to see you.“

"What time is it, Ly­dia?“

"I‘m not sure-some time after four, I think.“

"Is the party still go­ing on?“

"Oh, most of the people are asleep, or zonked out,“ said Ly­dia. "Those parties al­ways end
like that.“ Gwen felt the black girl‘s body snug­gling up next to her own. She reached out and 
touched the girl‘s soft, rich skin. It sent a thrill through her just to be feel­ing this lus­cious 
dark flesh.

"Do they – Do they have parties like that very of­ten?“ Gwen asked.

"Just prac­tic­ally every night!“ said Ly­dia, mov­ing her hand around on Gwen‘s stom­ach,
dal­ly­ing for a mo­ment in her na­vel. "I mean, when Stannard is here, be­cause, you know, 
he takes a lot of trips abroad. He has so many busi­ness things go­ing, I guess. And they say 
he has homes in Switzer­land and on the Rivi­era. And I think down in the Carib­bean.“

"I still can‘t un­der­stand all this,“ Gwen said, "You have to re­mem­ber that I just got here 
today – or was it yes­ter­day?“

"I know,“ said Ly­dia, bend­ing down to kiss one of Gwen‘s nipples now. "It‘s like that for 
all of us at first. It takes a while to get on to things.“

"I – I‘ve got to tell you some­thing,“ said Gwen, as the black girl‘s tongue wandered 
around the sens­it­ive flesh of her au­re­ole. "I went out for a walk today, and I ran into one of
the guards - "

"Oh, the guards!“ said Ly­dia with a laugh, sud­denly look­ing up. "They‘re no­tori­ous!. If 
you come within a hun­dred feet of one of the guards, for­get it. You‘re bound to be fucked!“

"Oh, I-I didn‘t know-“

"Which one of the guards was it?“ asked Ly­dia. "Did you find out his name?“

"He said his name was Jen­kins,“ said Gwen. "Al Jen­kins, I think.“

"Oh, Al Jen­kins,“ said Ly­dia. "Oh, he‘s a reg­u­lar sex ma­niac. But he‘s so dam­nably 
hand­some. I‘ve let him fuck me three or four times. He‘s got a mar­velous cock.“ Gwen lay 
back as Ly­dia licked at her nipples and then wandered down to her belly and lapped around 
her na­vel, stick­ing her tongue in­side.

"But there‘s an­other thing I don‘t un­der­stand,“ said Gwen, lux­uri­at­ing in the feel­ing 
of hav­ing the gor­geous black girl swirl her tongue around on her stom­ach. "What are the 
guards for, Ly­dia? I mean why are they there?“

Ly­dia stopped lick­ing and looked up again. "You have to re­mem­ber what an 
im­port­ant man Stannard Lasker is,“ she said. "He‘s un­doubtedly one of the richest men in 
he world – and one of the most power­ful. They say he‘s ac­tu­ally cap­able of de­cid­ing who
runs the gov­ern­ments of cer­tain coun­tries. Any­way, you can un­der­stand that he doesn‘t
want people wan­der­ing onto his prop­erty.“

"But what about – what about us?“ Gwen said. "I mean – sup­pose we wanted to leave? 
Could we? I mean, could we just walk away from here?“

Ly­dia laughed. She ran her hands over Gwen‘s breasts. "Why worry your­self about things 
like that, darling? We‘re here, aren‘t we? I fig­ure the best thing is just to re­lax and en­joy it.“

Gwen sighed. Ly­dia was prob­ably right. Now she felt Ly­dia‘s tongue work­ing on her 
again, lick­ing at the tender skin be­low her na­vel, go­ing farther and farther down with each 
del­ic­ate tongue-stroke.

She put her hands on the black girl‘s head and felt the mar­velous, springy hair, which 
Ly­dia wore in a rather short afro. Oh, this all felt so good!

"Lick me,“ she mur­mured. "Yes, Ly­dia, lick me.“ Ly­dia‘s tongue was work­ing back and 
forth just above the top of Gwen‘s rich bush. Her tongue ran right to the corners of her crotch,
where Gwen‘s thigh joined her trunk, and there was a very sens­it­ive spot in each corner, just 
on the in­side of Gwen‘s thighs. When Ly­dia‘s tongue touched those ex­plos­ive points, Gwen
sighed and shif­ted on the bed, dig­ging her hands into Ly­dia‘s hair.

"My cunt - " Gwen mur­mured. "Lick my cunt.“ Ly­dia‘s tongue moved farther into Gwen‘s 
thick bush. Now Gwen was spread­ing her legs wide, and Ly­dia was shift­ing her­self farther 
down on the bed. Ly­dia put her hands un­der­neath Gwen‘s ass and began run­ning her 
tongue up and down Gwen‘s tender, soft cunt – open­ing.

Gwen sighed.

She felt the black girl‘s tongue run­ning up and down her slit, and it was heav­enly. Oh, if 
she could only lie here forever, just like this, with a beau­ti­ful girl caus­ing thrill after thrill of 
pleas­ure to run through her body!

Now Ly­dia plunged her tongue deeper into Gwen‘s open gash. Only twelve hours ago, 
Gwen had been a vir­gin, and now – Now she had ex­per­i­enced sex with both men and 
wo­men, and all she could think of was want­ing more!

"Yes – Yessssss - " she said. "Oh, that‘s so good, Ly­dia. It feels so good!“ Ly­dia in­creased 
her tongue strokes, plunging even farther and farther into the soft, wet tun­nel of Gwen‘s 
snatch. Gwen felt ripples start­ing in her cunt and flow­ing out through her en­tire body, all 
the way to her fin­gers and toes. Everything made her feel as though she were float­ing on 
some warm, sun­lit sea, rocked by the gentlest waves.

Ly­dia was striv­ing to get her tongue as far as pos­sible into Gwen‘s lovely slit. She stuck 
her wet tongue into the open crack again and again, lov­ing the taste of Gwen‘s young 
va­ginal juices.

Gwen lay with her legs lif­ted, her head thrown back, lost in the lux­uri­ous feel­ing of 
be­ing licked and prod­ded by the black girl‘s prac­ticed tongue.

Without either of the girls‘ even no­ti­cing it, the door to the room opened.

They were still in semi – dark­ness, but now a third per­son had joined them.

He was pla­cing a knee on the bed be­fore Gwen was aware that he was there.

She looked up and saw a si­lent form. Who was it? Everything was con­fused. The 
sen­sa­tions that Ly­dia was caus­ing down in her groin were fant­astic, and as she looked up 
and saw this stranger, she could not think. Fear mingled with fant­astic pleas­ure.

She heard a male voice say­ing, "Oh, that‘s beau­ti­ful, girls! That‘s really beau­ti­ful. Keep 
it up – Keep it up!“

Gwen did not re­cog­nize the voice.

But now the stranger had joined them on the bed. She real­ized that he was be­gin­ning 
to straddle her body, with one knee on each side of her chest, his cock stick­ing out just above
her face, his balls hanging down and graz­ing her chin.

Auto­mat­ic­ally, Gwen reached up and put her hands on the stranger‘s ass, draw­ing him 
closer to her. The she opened her mouth and felt him push­ing the head of his hard penis into
it.

She sucked it in eagerly. Oh, yes, she was go­ing to love this. Ly­dia was lap­ping and 
slob­ber­ing down at her cunt, driv­ing her tongue again and again into her juicing cunt. And 
now this strange man had joined them, and his cock was en­ter­ing her mouth!

She sucked at the head of his penis. It was large and hot. There was a slightly salty taste to 
it, and she thought she would de­vour it. She sucked around the head, and then he pushed 
farther for­ward, so that more and more of his prick was en­ter­ing her mouth. It was very big 
around, too – she did not think she had ever en­countered such a big penis.

Now, the man began to shove his dork in and out of Gwen‘s mouth. She felt the saliva 
gath­er­ing in her mouth, so that his cock was well lub­ric­ated as he shoved it in and out. She
felt it hit the back of her throat.

"Yes – yes, baby,“ said the man, "That‘s the way!“ And Ly­dia was slurp­ing and lap­ping 
eagerly at Gwen‘s juicing cunny. Everything seemed to be hap­pen­ing at once. Gwen could 
not ima­gine hav­ing more pleas­ure than this.

"Mmmmmmmm mmmm - " Ly­dia was moan­ing as she sucked at Gwen‘s young twat, 
tak­ing some of the pre­cious li­quids into her mouth. They tasted like the sweetest nec­tar, 
driv­ing Ly­dia into more and more frantic use of her lips and tongue.

Gwen was be­gin­ning to thrash around on the bed. She couldn‘t help it. Ly­dia‘s tongue 
was dart­ing in and out of her sex canal, and Ly­dia was fin­ger­ing her clit­oris with a damp 
middle fin­ger, driv­ing Gwen nearly mad.

And the man, the stranger, was shov­ing his fat cock in and out of Gwen‘s eager mouth 
faster and faster. She was open­ing her mouth as wide as pos­sible in or­der to 
ac­com­mod­ate it.

The feel­ings were mar­velous.

She was in a state of ab­so­lute rap­ture.

She held the man‘s ass with one hand while with the other hand she came around front to 
hold his balls. His balls were large, and they hung down in a heavy sac that had been 
knock­ing against Gwen‘s chin as he plunged his dork back and forth in her mouth. Now she 
held the testicles lightly in her hand, squeez­ing them just enough to give him pleas­ure.

He groaned.

"Oh, suck me, baby! Suck me!“ he moaned.

Ly­dia‘s tongue was run­ning up and down Gwen‘s in­ner pussy-lips now, while her fin­ger
con­tin­ued to press lightly on Gwen‘s erect clit. It was al­most more than she could stand.

The man was ram­ming his cock in and out of her throat now, and Gwen sucked at it with 
all her might, tast­ing the de­li­cious pre­come that was ooz­ing out the end of his prick. She 
let her tongue wander from side to side as the male or­gan plunged into her mouth again and
again.

She was ro­tat­ing her ass on the bed as Ly­dia licked at her cunt.

The man was driv­ing his cock into her mouth with a fe­ver­ish de­term­in­a­tion.

And Ly­dia was suck­ing and tonguing Gwen‘s young quim with all the en­er­gies at her 
com­mand.

It was a room filled with lust. Three people were lost in ec­stas­ies, feel­ing and fond­ling 
each other‘s bod­ies and toss­ing about as each gave pleas­ure to the other.

Now Gwen felt in­ner pres­sures build­ing up in her loins. Everything was hap­pen­ing at 
once. She wanted the man to shoot his come into her mouth, but she wanted her own cli­max
to oc­cur at the same time so that she would spasm and shud­der while Ly­dia‘s tongue was 
plunging into her.

She squirmed and writhed on the bed.

The man punched his cock into her mouth faster and faster.

He could feel the come boil­ing down in­side his guts. It was as if there were a fire­cracker 
down there, with the fuse burn­ing, get­ting closer, and closer and closer.

He held onto the back of Gwen‘s head as he rammed his tool re­peatedly into her wet, 
suck­ing mouth.

Ly­dia could feel the juices run­ning in her own hot snatch, and she reached down with 
one hand and put her fin­gers into her cunt – open­ing, send­ing thrills through her own 
body as she con­tin­ued to lick and suck at Gwen‘s va­ginal open­ing. She was shift­ing and 
toss­ing about, too.

The man felt his come start­ing to boil.

"Oh­h­hhh - " he said. "I‘m get­ting ready, baby. Get­ting ready - " He shoved his rod in 
and out of her mouth faster and faster. He knew an ex­plo­sion was build­ing up. He knew it 
couldn‘t be much longer.

He held onto the back of her head, and rammed his swollen peter into her throat as hard 
as he could, feel­ing it slip past her pal­ate and drove right down into her eso­phagus. Yeah, 
he thought. Yeah, I‘m gonna fuck her all the way into her stom­ach.

Gwen was twist­ing and writh­ing, and Ly­dia was do­ing the same as she slavered with 
her mouth now com­pletely bur­ied in Gwen‘s thick, beau­ti­ful bush, her lips moist with the 
sex juices that Gwen was ex­ud­ing.

"Any minute - " the man said. "Any minute, any minute – Oh­hhh, Oh­h­hhh, 
Oh­h­h­h­h­hhh“ His cock ex­ploded with a gi­ant burst of white – hot se­men that ripped 
through Gwen‘s mouth and shot straight down her throat.

She gulped it down, and the big cock erup­ted again and again, spurt­ing glob after glob 
of sticky white se­men into her suck­ing mouth. She swal­lowed each burst of hot come as his
penis pulsed the male scum out, driv­ing it into her mouth and her throat.

His ass poun­ded back and forth as he held onto the back of her throat, and drove his 
shoot­ing cock into her mouth again and again.

Gwen churned on the bed, feel­ing her own or­gasm start­ing deep in­side her pel­vic 
re­gion, start­ing like a thou­sand tiny spark­lers and then rising, rising, spread­ing, and then 
wham!

Ah­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh! She cli­maxed, groan­ing as the man still shoved his erupt­ing
penis into her mouth. She felt her loins ex­plod­ing. Everything was spin­ning as she joined 
the man in a shat­ter­ing or­gasm.

And Ly­dia sucked frantic­ally at Gwen‘s cli­max­ing cunt, tak­ing in the lovely juices. At 
the same time, her own hand slipped faster and faster in and out of her own drip­ping box.

The man cried out. Gwen groaned with ec­stasy. And Ly­dia felt her or­gasm start­ing, too.
It rose from her loins and flood­ing her en­tire body, she thrashed about, shak­ing and 
shiv­er­ing on the bed, as the three of them pumped and heaved and spasmed to­gether on 
the bed.

Gwen was still swal­low­ing the man‘s come. He must have shot gal­lons of it into her. It 
tasted mar­velous.

Ly­dia con­tin­ued to run her tongue up and down the lovely, salty – sweet cunt lips of the
beau­ti­ful young girl.

The man groaned again. He had shot a tre­mend­ous load of se­men into the girl‘s mouth
and she had taken every drop. He felt as though there could be no greater pleas­ure than this.

All three of them fell back now. They fell onto the bed in vari­ous po­s­i­tions of 
ex­haus­tion, the man slumped across Gwen‘s breasts and Ly­dia col­lapsing with her face still 
between Gwen‘s legs.

Gwen still didn‘t know who the man was, but she wasn‘t sure she cared! After a few 
minutes, the man began to stir on top of her. She still could not make out his face in this semi 
– dark­ness, but she knew he had a power­ful build. She ran her hand over his shoulders and 
back and felt the solid well – de­veloped muscles.

Ly­dia was still between her legs, strok­ing softly at Gwen‘s damp pussy – fur.

The man shif­ted and kissed one of Gwen‘s nipples.

"Who are you?“ Gwen said softly to the man.

"Does it mat­ter?“ his voice came back softly.

"Yes, I want to know.“

"I‘m Ted Shea,“ he said. "I fucked you earlier this even­ing. I fucked you in the ass, 
re­mem­ber?“

She could not really see his face, but she was sure that he was grin­ning. But then, his 
name began to mean some­thing to her. Ted

Shea – she was sure she had heard it be­fore.

"Aren‘t you - " she began.

"Yeah, that‘s right,“ he said. "The fam­ous jock. Only I re­tired from foot­ball last year. I‘d 
had enough of be­ing knocked around on the grid­iron. Now I like to get knocked around in 
bed.“

She had heard Ted Shea‘s name ever since she was a little girl. He had been the 
quar­ter­back of a cham­pi­on­ship N.P.L. team, and now he was here in bed, with her and 
Ly­dia! She re­membered how he had fucked her in the ass earlier, at the party, and how it 
had hurt at first, but now she didn‘t care. ‚“Ohhh,“ she said. "I‘m glad it‘s you.“

He was lick­ing between her breasts. "First I fucked you in the ass, and now I‘ve fucked you
in the mouth,“ he said. Then he looked up at her, and ad­ded, "I guess that leaves only one 
place, huh?“

"Oh, yes!“ said Gwen. She wanted to be prop­erly fucked by this fam­ous ath­lete.

Ly­dia was reach­ing up and strok­ing Ted Shea‘s but­tocks. He shivered un­der her touch. 
Then Ly­dia leaned for­ward, spread Ted‘s as­s­cheeks, and planted a long kiss right on his 
tight little anus.

"Oh, that‘s nice, baby, very niiiiiic­ccceee - " he said.

"I want you to fuck Gwen,“ said Ly­dia, lick­ing lightly at his as­shole.

"And that‘s just what I plan to do,“ said Ted Shea.

"Let me get it hard for you,“ said the black girl. "Turn over, Ted. I‘ll get you ready.

He did what she asked. He pulled him­self off Gwen‘s body and lay flat on the bed. 
Im­me­di­ately, Ly­dia po­si­tioned her­self between his legs and took his limp penis into her 
hands. Then she began to lick at its head. She could feel it re­spond im­me­di­ately.

Ted lay back, su­premely con­ten­ted as this gor­geous black girl took his penis into her 
mouth and began rolling her tongue around its head. He could feel his cock be­gin­ning to 
get lar­ger. Yes, she was good. She was hold­ing his balls with one hand as she sucked at the 
head of his cock.

Gwen lay there watch­ing the two of them next to her. It was as if they were all joined 
to­gether to give pleas­ure to each other-all three of them – and they would try any and every
way to do it. She loved watch­ing the two shad­owy forms next to her, as Ly­dia‘s head 
bobbed up and down over Ted Shea‘s harden­ing cock.

Gwen reached out and ran her hand over Ted‘s chest.

He was the most mus­cu­lar man she had ever touched! His pec­toral muscles stood out 
as if they had been carved in marble. His bi­ceps were enorm­ous. She re­membered hav­ing 
watched him oc­ca­sion­ally on tele­vi­sion, step­ping back to make a pass, or keep­ing the 
foot­ball and plunging through a pile of would-be tack­lers, on the way to a touch­down.

Only then he had been wear­ing the heavy pad­ding of a foot­ball player, and a hel­met 
that surely ob­scured his face.

And now he was na­ked!

Ly­dia kept suck­ing at Ted‘s dick. It was grow­ing rap­idly lar­ger. She moved her tongue 
back and forth on the un­der­side of his or­gan as her lips slipped up and down on the 
harden­ing shaft.

Ted was smil­ing, feel­ing won­der­fully re­laxed here in bed with a beau­ti­ful black girl 
suck­ing his cock and a beau­ti­ful white girl just wait­ing to be fucked.

And in an­other minute, he was ready.

His prick was hard again – hard as steel – and he wanted to shove it into the wait­ing twat 
of the young girl he had seen for the first time to­night.

"Now - " he said to Ly­dia. "That‘s beau­ti­ful, baby. Now I‘m ready. Now I want to fuck 
Gwen.“

"Yes,“ said Ly­dia, bring­ing her mouth off his cock. "Let me see you fuck Gwen!“ Ly­dia 
moved to one side as Ted moved over to Gwen again.

"Now listen,“ he said to Gwen. "Here‘s how we‘re go­ing to do it. I‘m go­ing to lie on my 
back, and you get on top of me, with your back to me.“

Gwen was a little con­fused but she did as she was told.

"That‘s it,“ said Ted Shea, ly­ing back. Gwen was po­s­i­tion­ing her­self above his. Stiff 
dick, with her back to his face. "Now just lower your­self down,“ he said. "That‘s it-that‘s it-“ 
Gwen began sit­ting down and as she did so, she could feel Ted guid­ing his hard cock into 
her chan­nel, which opened eas­ily as she squat­ted with her legs spread.

"Ah­h­hhh!“ he said, "that‘s per­fect. Now just start mov­ing up and down.“ She began 
shift­ing up and down. His cock was in­side her cunt. It felt mar­velous, work­ing up and 
down over the stiff or­gan that was em­bed­ded in her.

Ly­dia could not stay out of he ac­tion. She moved over to the couple and then straddled 
Ted‘s head.

He reached up for her eagerly, tak­ing hold of her ass and pulling her down so that her 
twat was in his face. She was on her knees, with her bush pushed up against his mouth, and 
he began lap­ping at it.

At the same time, Gwen was bob­bing up and down on bis up­right stick.

The two girls leaned back, and their backs touched, so that as Gwen pumped up and down
on Ted‘s hard cock, her back slid up and down against Ly­dia‘s back. Ly­dia was squirm­ing 
around as she moved her ass about, and Ted held onto her but­tocks as he drove his tongue 
into her soft cunny hole.

He loved the taste of this beau­ti­ful black girl‘s twat – it was in­cred­ible, hav­ing both 
these girls at the same time.

The two girls‘ backs rubbed up and down against each other as Gwen bounced up and 
down, feel­ing his hard cock thrust­ing in­side her juicy, tender va­gina, and as Ly­dia moved 
around and around, so that he could get his tongue into every part of her juicy black quim.

He ran his tongue up and down her slit, tast­ing the juices and feel­ing the del­ic­ate flesh 
of her in­ner folds against his tongue and his lips. He shuddered as he reached her clit­oris 
and circled it lightly with his tongue. He knew that he was send­ing a thrill through her.

He was pump­ing his ass up and down to meet the up and down ac­tion of the girl who 
was bob­bing on top of his manly pole.

He was be­gin­ning to shift around on the bed. He drew up his knees and then stretched 
his legs out again, curl­ing his toes.

His ass worked up and down as Gwen con­tin­ued her rhythmic ac­tion, boun­cing up and
down on his cock and reach­ing down at the same time to grasp his ass and squeeze it.

She felt her tits boun­cing and wished that there was someone there to lick them.

But this was enough – this strong ath­lete on the bed, and his cock up her cunt, while 
Ly­dia squat­ted over his face and let him lick and suck at her spread-open pussy.

The whole thing was greater than any­thing she had ever ima­gined. They were like one 
piece of flesh, all three of them. They moved and gyr­ated to­gether on the bed like one 
im­mense, throb­bing body.

And he was mov­ing faster, churn­ing his ass on the bed as he sent his cock back and 
forth in the slip­pery, grasp­ing cunny that was rid­ing it.

Oh, yeah, he thought, keep that up.

He slurped the warm cunt that was in his face, drink­ing in its fra­grant juices, glory­ing in 
the curly, shiny black hair that scraped against his lips and his chin.

Now he reached up and squeezed the tits of the black girl.

She groaned as he did so, and he licked all the more avidly at her wide-open, drip­ping 
pussy.

Everything seemed to be pussy juice. He tasted it and smelled it every­where.

The beau­ti­ful young girl was rid­ing his cock as it had never been rid­den be­fore, and 
the black girl was grind­ing her twat around in his face, and he didn‘t think he could hold out 
much longer.

Sex was every­where. There was noth­ing but sex.

He felt the sperm start­ing to work its way up out of the depths of his crotch.

And at the same time, Gwen felt shivers start­ing down in her deep­est re­cesses.

And Ly­dia had given way to com­plete sexual aban­don. Her eyes were closed, and she 
shif­ted around, slip­ping her wet snatch over his face so that he could lick at every part of it. 
His hands on her boobs sent thrills after thrills through her ex­cited body.

The se­men were build­ing up in him like wa­ter be­hind a damn, and as in a storm, the 
dam burst – the se­men came pour­ing out.

He shot.

His come went driv­ing up Gwen‘s wet sex chan­nel, sur­ging through her tis­sues, 
spurt­ing straight up her va­gina and splash­ing against the open­ing of her uterus.

He thought he would die of joy.

Gwen spasmed at the same time, cry­ing out and flail­ing around.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Much later, Gwen opened her eyes and saw day­light com­ing in through the win­dows. 
She had no idea what time it was. Her two com­pan­ions of the night be­fore had left, but she
still felt their pres­ence in some in­tan­gible way – maybe it was the slight, warm fra­grance of
male come and fe­male sexual juices that still lingered.

She stretched se­renely. Vis­ions of the pre­vi­ous night floated through her mind – men 
bend­ing over wo­men whose asses were in the air, plunging their swollen dongs into cunts 
or stretched-open as­sholes; wo­men on their knees, suck­ing men‘s cocks or lick­ing other 
girls‘ pussies; groups of three or more people so en­tangled that it was im­possible to tell who
was do­ing what to whom, and all of them moan­ing and sigh­ing and cry­ing out with 
in­des­crib­able pleas­ure.

And it had all happened so fast! She had come here only a day or two ago, in­cred­ibly 
in­no­cent and still a vir­gin! And then, first Stannard Lasker, and then one per­son after 
an­other had fucked her to the man­i­fold joys of sex. Now she knew that she would have to 
have more and more.

There was a knock on the door.

Gwen was startled, but she pulled up the sheet around her na­ked tits and said, "Come in.“

The door opened and a young man wear­ing only a pair of shorts and a gold neck chain 
entered, car­ry­ing a ray.

"Oh!“ Gwen said, a bit sur­prised.

"Your break­fast, Miss,“ the boy said, smil­ing brightly.

Gwen wondered how the boy knew that she had awakened – was there some sort of 
closed cir­cuit TV in this house, so that Lasker and his staff could tell what every­one was 
do­ing?

She told the boy to leave the tray by the bed – she no­ticed his well-de­veloped chest and 
arms and de­cided that he must work out reg­u­larly – and then he left, giv­ing her an­other 
smile.

He must be one of Lasker‘s house­hold ser­vants, she real­ized. She had not seen many 
around – aside from the pas­sion­ate guard yes­ter­day – but she guessed they were there, 
from the way food and drink al­ways seemed to ap­pear, and things seemed to be 
or­gan­ized at the proper times.

She ate her break­fast hun­grily – she had worked up a proper ap­pet­ite after all last 
night‘s activ­it­ies, and then she got up and took a leis­urely tub bath, en­joy­ing the feel of 
the warm soapsuds on her smooth body, and got dressed.

She went out, fol­low­ing the same cor­ridors she had taken yes­ter­day, and even­tu­ally 
found her­self out­side again.

The day was gor­geous. There were only a few clouds in the sky, and all Gwen could see 
were sweep­ing lawns and gar­dens that seemed to wind away into denser fo­liage, and great
stands of trees rising into the hills. She wondered how near the next house or houses might 
be. From the long drive the other day, she did not re­mem­ber hav­ing seen any­thing once 
the car had star­ted into the hills.

In the dis­tance, she. Saw a few people walk­ing and some oth­ers sit­ting on the grass. 
These must be some of Lasker‘s house­guests – maybe some of the people she had seen 
fuck­ing and suck­ing and rut­ting in every con­ceiv­able po­s­i­tion in that steamy room last 
night!

She did not feel es­pe­cially like join­ing them, though, and she con­tin­ued her walk, just 
en­joy­ing the pleas­ant day.

It wasn‘t long be­fore she heard a voice call­ing her name. It was al­most a whis­per.

"Gwen! Over here!“

"What?“

"Over here, Gwen!“

Gwen turned in he dir­ec­tion of the voice-some shrub­bery and flower­ing trees. She 
walked over to them.

Be­hind one of the flower­ing shrubs was Ly­dia, the black girl who had been with her the 
night be­fore. Till now, Ly­dia had al­ways looked so beau­ti­ful and com­posed.

But now she looked pos­it­ively ter­ri­fied.

"Ly­dia!“ said Gwen. "What is it? What‘s the mat­ter?“ She fell into the other wo­man‘s 
arms, and for a mo­ment they em­braced pas­sion­ately.

Then Ly­dia pulled away, say­ing, "Oh, it‘s Eve, darling. She‘s dis­ap­peared.“

"Dis­ap­peared?“

"Yes, and I think-oh, I know that yes­ter­day I told you some­times girls just seem to – well,
dis­ap­pear – but I al­ways thought they just de­cided to leave or some­thing. But I know that
wasn‘t the case with Eve. You see, her room was right next to mine – as a mat­ter of fact, we 
had been hav­ing sex al­most every night and then, last night, when I went back to my room 
after leav­ing you, I heard her strug­gling with someone.“

"Strug­gling?“

"Yes, it was aw­ful. She sort of screamed, and I knew some­thing hor­rible was 
hap­pen­ing, only I didn‘t know what and then I went to her door, only it was locked. And 
then she screamed again, and then said some­thing like, ‚No, I won‘t go with you!‘ And then I 
heard some sort of a thump and she was quiet - " Gwen felt a shiver run through her. "But 
what could have happened?“

"Oh, I don‘t know, Gwen. I‘ve been so wor­ried. I couldn‘t go back to sleep. I‘ve been 
walk­ing around here ever since dawn. And it‘s true, you know, as soon as you come close to 
the fence, one of the guards warns you away from it. I ran into two of them who wanted to 
fuck me, but I just wasn‘t in the mood. I ran from them, and I guess it was too early in the 
morn­ing for them to bother to chase me.“

"But what does it all mean?“ said Gwen. "Oh, if I only knew,“ Ly­dia replied. "I‘m so 
wor­ried.“

All sorts of hor­rendous ideas moved through Gwen‘s ima­gin­a­tion. It was cer­tainly true
tht the girls were lured here, not know­ing what they were get­ting into. Only, once they were 
here, all the sex was so com­pel­ling, so fas­cin­at­ing, that she couldn‘t really ima­gine that 
any­one would feel like a pris­oner. And yet it was true that a fence ran around the prop­erty. 
And as the well-hung guard, Al

Jen­kins, had warned her yes­ter­day, the fence was elec­tri­fied.

"Maybe Eve was just hav­ing a night­mare,“ Gwen sug­ges­ted, "or maybe - " "Oh, no, I‘m 
sure someone else was in the room with her! And then when I heard that thump, and 
sud­denly she was quiet, I just know some­thing aw­ful has happened.“

"Then we‘ve got to find out what it was,“ Gwen said.

But that was go­ing to turn out to be more dif­fi­cult than Gwen ex­pec­ted.

A little later, she and Ly­dia went back to the huge house. They made a few cas­ual 
in­quir­ies to people they met, ask­ing if they had happened to see Eve, but no one 
ad­mit­ted to know­ing any­thing.

Ly­dia, who was quite dis­traught, went back to her room.

Then Gwen con­tin­ued on an ex­plor­a­tion of the house. She real­ized that it was a little 
later than she had thought. She had slept till noon, and now it was about two. People were 
already up and about and do­ing things.

Gwen came to one room whose door was par­tially ajar.

She glanced into the room and saw that four people were on the bed, na­ked.

They were two men and two girls, ly­ing in some­what tangled po­s­i­tions. One of the 
men was ly­ing be­hind a blonde girl, stick­ing his cock into her pussy from be­hind. She lay 
there quite pass­ively, and he was reach­ing around and squeez­ing her tits as his cock slid in 
and out of her hole.

The other man was in a sixty-nine po­s­i­tion with a little bru­nette. He was on top of her, 
and his dork was pump­ing in. And out of her mouth as he bur­ied his face in her pussy, 
lick­ing at her juicy, open cunt lips. She was toss­ing her legs as he sucked at her juices, 
moan­ing.

Gwen stood watch­ing, fas­cin­ated. Just the sight of these people ex­cited her, and she 
put her hand down to her twat and rubbed it through the thin fab­ric of her dress. Even after 
all the sex last night, she knew she was ready for more.

The man who was sixty-nin­ing with the girl was buck­ing his ass up and down faster and 
faster, and his head was go­ing around and around in her snatch. It was as though he couldn‘t
push his face deeply enough into the drip­ping open­ing.

Then he groaned, and his ass churned about wildly and his cock rammed up and down as 
he ex­ploded in a huge or­gasm, shoot­ing hot come into the girl‘s suck­ing mouth.

At the same time, the girl thrashed about, her back nearly rising off the bed as she came in
a gi­gantic cli­max, grind­ing her snatch into the man‘s eager mouth.

They both fell back on the bed, sigh­ing.

Mean­while, the other couple was mov­ing faster and faster. The man was mov­ing like a 
jack­ham­mer, pound­ing his cock in and out of the girl‘s pussy from be­hind. He was 
squeez­ing her tits and knead­ing them, and the girl was be­gin­ning to moan and cry out, 
"Yes, come, darling, come!“

"Ahhh!“ the man cried and he plunged his cock into her cunt in an enorm­ous, ex­plod­ing
or­gasm that took them both by storm.

Gwen could feel the sex juices build­ing up in­side her vulva. How she wished one of those
men‘s cocks were in­side her right now.

She walked on down the cor­ridor. From other rooms, she could hear voices talk­ing and 
laugh­ing, and some­times groan­ing or cry­ing out in sexual ec­stasy.

But she could not help wor­ry­ing about Eve, and the things that Ly­dia had said. She 
would rather not think about them, but cer­tainly some­thing strange must have happened. 
She re­membered the first day, when Lasker had asked Eve to show Gwen to her room. And 
then Eve had in­tro­duced her to-the pleas­ures of les­bian sex, and now she was gone!

Gwen tried to con­vince her­self that Ly­dia had been mis­taken, and that Eve would turn 
up any time now. Per­haps it was all just one big mis­take – a sort of game, maybe. Yes, that 
was it, she de­cided. Mow funny it would be to­night, when Eve turned up, smil­ing and 
open­ing her pussy for some man at to­night‘s party!

She con­tin­ued on down the cor­ridor. Soon she had reached her own room. She thought
she saw someone else in the cor­ridor-just where it turned, at the end of the hall, but 
per­haps she had been mis­taken.

She went into her room.

The bed had been freshly made. There was a pleas­ant scent in the room. A bowl of fruit 
had been left on a side­board. Everything seemed to be done so beau­ti­fully here, and so 
eas­ily. But then she de­cided that a man as power­ful and rich as Stannard Lasker could 
eas­ily af­ford as many ser­vants as he wanted.

She picked a fresh pear out of the bowl and wandered over to the bed, bit­ing into the 
pear. It was juicy and de­li­cious.

She lay down on the bed.

Then the door opened.

She glanced up. A man was en­ter­ing the room, and she was sure she hadn‘t seen him 
be­fore.

He was young – not much older than she was – and he was in­cred­ibly good-look­ing. 
From his looks, he might be a movie actor or a TV star. He had thick, dark hair and a 
hand­some yet rugged – look­ing face and smil­ing dark eyes. He was wear­ing pants and a 
sports shirt that was cas­u­ally open.

"Hi,“ he said.

"Oh, hello,“ Gwen said, just swal­low­ing the bite of pear.

"Mind if I come in?“

He was about the first, she real­ized, who had asked.

"No,“ she said, "come in. I don‘t be­lieve I‘ve seen you here be­fore.“ He came in and shut 
the door be­hind him.

"That‘s be­cause I just got here this morn­ing,“ he replied. "I was here a long time 
ago-sev­eral years ago – but this is the first time

I‘ve been back.

If he had been here years ago, she thought, he must have been a little boy, be­cause he 
looked only about nine­teen now. Well, there were too many things hap­pen­ing in this house
for her to try to un­der­stand.

"As a mat­ter of fact,“ he con­tin­ued, as he walked to­ward the bed, "you‘re the first 
per­son I‘ve spoken to. I came in through a back way, and I‘ve just been kind of walk­ing 
around.“

"But doesn‘t Stannard Lasker - " she began.

He grinned sud­denly, "Oh, he won‘t mind. At least I don‘t see why he should.“ Then he 
was on the bed be­side her.

He was cer­tainly good-look­ing. There was some­thing about the way his eyes seemed to
pen­et­rate hers, a look that was gentle and yet al­most hyp­notic. She felt a strange thrill run 
through her.

"You‘re very pretty, you know,“ he said. "And I can see you‘ve got a fant­astic body. Why 
don‘t you let me help you out of that dress?“

She put the pear on the bed­side table. She lay there as he began caress­ing her legs, 
run­ning his hands up and down the smooth, creamy flesh of her thighs and calves. He pulled 
off her shoes and tossed them on the floor. Then he ran his hands up her legs again, 
reach­ing up un­der the dress to the in­ner parts of her crotch, just where the ten­dons led up
to her pussy.

"Oh­hhh!“ she sighed.

"Now let‘s get off that dress,“ he said.

He began pulling the dress up over her hips and but­tocks. She squirmed on the bed to 
en­able him to do so. She had not worn any panties today, and sud­denly her Venus mound 
with its lovely, shiny bush was ex­posed.

He ran his hand gently over the mound, not yet try­ing to pen­et­rate her, just smil­ing as 
he did so.

She felt a wave of de­sire sweep over her.

He con­tin­ued pulling the dress up.

"Wait, there‘s a zip­per,“ she said. She turned so that he could un­zip the zip­per from 
be­hind. Then she let him con­tinue pulling the dress up over her head. He seemed to en­joy 
un­dress­ing her, and she loved hav­ing him do it.

Now she was na­ked. She had worn neither panties nor bra, and her creamy body, just 
slightly tanned from some days at the beach last sum­mer, was gor­geous and young and 
vi­brant.

He looked down at her, smil­ing with pleas­ure and dis­be­lief.

"But you‘re gor­geous,“ he said. "You‘ve got the most beau­ti­ful body of any girl I‘ve ever 
seen.“

"Don‘t I get to see what you look like?“ she asked. From what she had already seen, she 
was tre­mend­ously ex­cited.

"Sure,“ he grinned. "My name‘s Dirk, by the way.“

"Mine‘s Gwen,“ she said.

He bent down and kissed her on the lips. Then he straightened up and took off his shirt 
and threw it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes, and in an in­stant he was out of his pants, 
too.

He had a fant­astic – look­ing body, with a flat stom­ach and well-muscled arms and legs, 
and he, too, was tanned, as if he had been to the beach.

His cock stood out huge and hard from a bush of thick, black hair, and his balls hung 
down heav­ily, look­ing enorm­ous in their sac. She didn‘t think she had ever seen a man with 
such big balls be­fore!

"Do you like what you see?“ he asked.

"Oh, yes!“

He got down on the bed be­side her. Already, she felt that he was dif­fer­ent, some­how, 
from most of the other men she had met here. He was younger, for one thing. Most of the 
men at the party had been nearer Lasker‘s age. And there was some­thing in his at­ti­tude 
that was dif­fer­ent – some­thing that seemed very cas­ual and pleas­ant.

Dirk began run­ning his hands over her tits. He had not had any sex for nearly a week. He 
had had a fight with his girl­friend at col­lege, and had just not had any. And now, run­ning 
into this fab­ulous-look­ing girl, he was tre­mend­ously ex­cited.

He felt her tits with both hands, run­ning the smooth, beau­ti­fully yield­ing flesh, and 
feel­ing her nipples be­gin to harden in the palms of his hands. Just the feel­ing of them 
chan­ging made his cock grow still harder and the blood pound faster through its shaft.

She lay there, look­ing up at his hand­some face as he mas­saged her tits. Oh, she 
thought, she was in heaven! She didn‘t care what he did with her. He could do any­thing at all.
Fuck her any way he wanted, and she knew that she would love it!

Then Dirk lowered his face to the flesh he had been mas­sa­ging. He loved lick­ing at 
beau­ti­ful tits. He could lick at them for hours and never get enough! Now he began on one 
tit while his hand re­mained on the other. He took her nipple into his mouth. He ran his 
tongue lightly around its peri­meter.

Gradu­ally, he moved his tongue in de­creas­ing circles closer and closer to the 
beau­ti­fully erect little rose­bud. She shivered un­der his touch.

Then he took the nipple into his mouth. It felt del­ic­ate and tough at the same time, its 
rough skin ex­cit­ing him tre­mend­ously as he swirled his tongue around it, suck­ing it in, 
caus­ing it to grow even more erect.

She began to shift on the bed, un­able to res­ist the fant­astic feel­ing that he was 
caus­ing in her.

"Oh, yes,“ she mur­mured, "yes, Dirk--“

He con­tin­ued to suck at the nipple. Then, leav­ing off very gradu­ally, so that the tip of 
his tongue just barely lingered on the tip of her nipple, he ran his tongue con­tinu­ously along
her skin, down the side of one tit, into the sweet val­ley between her tits, and then up the side 
of the other tit un­til he had reached the other nipple.

Again he began tan­tal­iz­ing her, run­ning his tongue in large circles around the 
peri­meter of her au­re­ole. He loved the know­ledge that he was ex­cit­ing a girl, that he was
turn­ing her on, and he knew that he was turn­ing this one on!

She wriggled on the bed, reach­ing out to caress his shoulder and his back as his tongue 
moved in teas­ing, tan­tal­iz­ing circles around her sens­it­ive nipple. Oh, she didn‘t know if 
she could stand this! She might just feel her­self com­ing and cream­ing be­fore he had even 
got any farther!

Now he was get­ting closer and closer to the nipple. He placed his mouth over it and 
sucked on it.

She sighed.

He moved his tongue in rapid circles around he erect rose­bud, let­ting his saliva aid in the
ac­tion, so that he was set­ting up a slip­pery, wet suck­ing with his warm mouth on her hot 
little nipple.

"Oh, Dirk-“

Now his cock was stand­ing up at a rock-hard forty-five de­gree angle. He could feel the 
blood pound­ing in it. Wild sen­sa­tions were flood­ing his en­tire body.

"I want to show you some­thing beau­ti­ful,“ he mur­mured.

"Oh, yes-“

"Now just gradu­ally, I want you to get up on your knees,“ he said.

He put his hands be­neath her waist and began to pull her up. She was will­ing to do 
any­thing that he asked. He pulled her up so that she was kneel­ing with her legs apart.

"Now lean back,“ he said. "Lean back and put your hands be­hind you.“ She did so, 
feel­ing her hands sink into the soft mat­tress. She real­ized that her thighs and her whole 
up­per body now lay beau­ti­fully stretched back for him to look at.

He glor­ied in the sight. Her smooth, young body was flaw­less. He had never seen any 
girl‘s body that ex­cited him so much.

Her furry mons was raised, present­ing it­self to him.

He put one hand on her belly, rub­bing it gently. Then he got up on his own knees, 
keep­ing them close to­gether, and shif­ted un­til his knees were between her legs.

Now his cock was point­ing straight at the open­ing of her vulva.

She felt that she was open­ing her­self for ab­so­lutely ‚any­thing that he wanted to do.

He put his hand on her snatch. She had already been cream­ing, and he let her fin­ger run 
up and down the slip­pery-smooth la­bia. He knew that this was turn­ing her on, too. He 
could tell from the bliss­ful ex­pres­sion on her face.

"Like it?“‘ he said.

"Oh, yes!“

"Want it?“ he said. "Want my cock in­side you?“

"Oh, I don‘t care – I don‘t care! I want you to fuck me, Dirk! I want you to fuck me!“ That 
was what he had been wait­ing to hear.

With his knees well between her legs, and un­der her ass, he put one hand on her belly, 
just above her snatch, and aimed the head of his throb­bing cock at the tender open­ing.

He began to push in.

She sighed and moaned.

He con­tin­ued to push his hard prick into the juicy open­ing that was so beau­ti­fully 
spread for him there. It was like en­ter­ing some heav­enly realm. Everything was juicy and 
smooth and soft, and the muscles of her cunt walls grasped his cock eagerly as he pushed it 
in.

"Ohhh!“

Now he was all the way in. She was smil­ing bliss­fully. He was sit­ting back on his heels, 
with his cock in her cunt, their two bod­ies joined to­gether at the pel­vis.

Then he reached un­der her ass, hold­ing her tightly to him, and he began to move his 
pole in and out of her beau­ti­fully warm, wet gash.

He shoved it in and out, feel­ing it slide up and down the hot chan­nel. She was grind­ing 
her ass around as he gripped her but­tocks, meet­ing his thrusts. He felt as though he had 
found the most per­fect cunt in the world. He gazed at her beau­ti­ful tits as he moved his ass
back and forth, pump­ing his swollen dong in and out of her lovely va­gina.

By hold­ing onto her ass like this, he was able to keep her al­most glued to him, as though
they were one piece of throb­bing flesh.

She sighed. She had never been fucked like this, and since she had been in this house, she 
had not yet run into any­one who ex­cited her as much as Dirk – not Stannard Lasker, and not
all the men at the party last night, and not that las­ci­vi­ous guard.

They had all shown her new routes of pleas­ure, but Dirk was dif­fer­ent his cock was 
huge, and he was slid­ing it in and out of her with such won­der­ful, mas­ter­ful strokes that 
she couldn‘t ima­gine any­thing in the world could feel any bet­ter.

His pecker was com­pletely en­gorged with pulsat­ing blood. He slid it in and out of her 
quim, feel­ing as if he could go on like this forever, slip­ping and slid­ing in and out of the 
world‘s most beau­ti­ful cunt.

He squeezed her but­tocks, knead­ing the flesh as he rammed his cock in and out of her 
snatch, and her va­ginal walls kept con­tract­ing and grasp­ing his male rod as he showed it 
in and out.

"Oh, yes, Dirk!“

"You like that!“

"Oh­h­hhh!“

"You beau­ti­ful cunt!“ he mur­mured. "You beau­ti­ful piece of pussy!“ Now he began 
in­creas­ing his speed, mov­ing his big rod in and out of her snatch faster and faster.

She felt the in­crease in his mo­tions and thought she would die of pleas­ure. It felt like an
enorm­ous, gor­geous, tele­phone pole were ram­ming in and out of her, giv­ing her the 
most fant­astic sen­sa­tions in the world.

He was work­ing him­self into a frenzy. He hadn‘t had sex for a week, and this was al­most
too much. Just to walk into this house and stumble across one of the most gor­geous pussies 
he had ever seen was too much!

He slammed his cock in and out of her gash now, not caring about any­thing, com­pletely 
in the throes of this ex­per­i­ence. Noth­ing mattered ex­cept his cock ram­ming in and out 
of her hot, grasp­ing cunt. He would ex­plode. He would ex­plode soon and give her all the 
come he had in his body.

She wanted him to come in her. She wanted to feel his big tool throb­bing and start­ing to
spurt. She wanted it all in­side her.

"Ohhh,“ he moaned. "Baby, baby.“

"Yesss!“

"Oh­hhh!“ And he rammed his cock faster and faster and faster.

Then he felt the ex­plo­sion start­ing – se­men rising and build­ing up. No mat­ter what 
he did he couldn‘t con­trol it now. He was slam­ming his dork into her as fast as he could.

"Ohhh, I‘m gonna come!“

"Aaah­hhh!“

He shot his load into her vi­ol­ently, feel­ing spurt after spurt of hot come pound out of 
his cock and shoot all the way into her in­ner depths. It was fant­astic! He gripped the cheeks 
of her ass as he fired his penis into her con­tract­ing va­gina.

And she ex­ploded, too. Her loins felt ripped apart by a gi­gantic sexual ex­plo­sion that 
took place at the same time his cock burst its milky flu­ids into her, pulsat­ing and jam­ming 
her. Filling her with driv­ing flesh and hot male li­quid.

"Oh­hhh!“ she said, feel­ing her en­tire body con­vulsing. She shuddered as his cock 
con­tin­ued to ram into her box. Her cun­tal walls con­trac­ted around his thrust­ing, 
erupt­ing penis.

She fell back, sud­denly un­fold­ing, los­ing the kneel­ing po­s­i­tion and col­lapsing on 
the bed.

And he fol­lowed her, his cock still hard, ram­ming it back into her, for even though he 
had just come, his prick was still hard. It was hard, and he had to come again. He knew that. 
He had to come again and again.

He fell on top of her, jam­ming his or­gan back into her cunt and ram­ming back and 
forth and back and forth in a frenzy that was car­ry­ing him out of his skull.

He didn‘t know what was hap­pen­ing ex­cept for what was go­ing on between their two 
bod­ies, each grasp­ing and seiz­ing the other as his still-hard cock hammered in and out of 
her juicy canal.

"Oh­hhh, baby!“

"Oh, yes!“

And then wham! An­other tre­mend­ous ex­plo­sion as a fresh load of come came 
shoot­ing out the end of his cock. He screamed with joy, grasp­ing her to him and shov­ing 
his penis in and out as the cream spur­ted out in glor­i­ous spasms.

"Oh­hhh!“ he groaned. He fell back, col­lapsing on top of her.

"Oh, that was so beau­ti­ful,“ she said.

Their sexu­al­ity ra­di­ated.--------------------

"It‘s be­cause you‘re so beau­ti­ful,“ he panted. "You‘re just mar­velous. I‘ve never fucked 
any­body so gor­geous in my life.“

She sighed. He fi­nally pulled him­self out of her and flopped down be­side her, his hand 
rest­ing on her damp pussy.

She lay there feel­ing bliss­ful. It had been the most glor­i­ous fuck yet. He was so 
good-look­ing and so gentle and pas­sion­ate all at the same time.

And yet she was puzzled.

She still felt that, some­how, he didn‘t be­long here in this house.

"You know some­thing,“ she said at last, "you‘re dif­fer­ent.“

"Dif­fer­ent from what?“

"From the other men in this house – from the other people. I have the feel­ing – I don‘t 
know – I have the feel­ing you don‘t really be­long here.“ He laughed. "Nobody be­longs here
more than me,“ he said.

"What do you mean?“

"I didn‘t tell you my last name,“ he said. "It‘s Lasker. I‘m Stannard Lasker‘s son.“

CHAPTER EIGHT

Gwen was stunned.

This mar­velous boy who had just been fuck­ing her – Stannard Lasker‘s son! The 
pos­sib­il­ity had never oc­curred to her. She had not even known that Lasker had a son. And 
she didn‘t know whether some re­semb­lance should have made her real­ize it.

She turned to look at him. His hand was still on her cunt, and she reached out and put her 
hand lightly on his limp penis, which was still sticky from their sexual juices.

Per­haps there was a re­semb­lance, she thought, al­though Dirk was darker than his 
father – and more hand­some, too. She felt quite con­fused.

"Why didn‘t you tell me?“ she said.

"Be­fore, you mean?“

"Yes.“

"I don‘t know,“ he said, smil­ing. "I guess I thought it might spoil things. See, like I told you
be­fore, I haven‘t been in this house for years. I rarely see my father and usu­ally it‘s in New 
York, or in one of his of­fices some­where. He di­vorced my mother years ago, and as a 
mat­ter of fact, he doesn‘t pay much at­ten­tion to me. But he is my father, and someday I 
sup­pose I‘ll in­herit some of those fuck­ing mil­lions.“

"Then-“ Gwen was try­ing to put things to­gether.

"What, Gwen?“ he asked. He loved the feel of her warm hand on his still-sticky penis.

"Then you don‘t know – you don‘t really know what goes on in this house, do you?“

"Maybe you‘d bet­ter tell me,“ he said.

She told him everything that had happened since she had first answered the ad in the 
news­pa­per. She told him about Stannard

Lasker‘s fuck­ing her that first day, and then her in­tro­duc­tion to les­bian sex and about 
the guard. And he party last night.

Then she told him about meet­ing Ly­dia this morn­ing, and how up­set Ly­dia was about 
Eve‘s dis­ap­pear­ance.

"I don‘t like this,“ he said ser­i­ously. "I don‘t like it at all.“

"But what do you sup­pose - " "Look, I don‘t know,“ he said, prop­ping him­self up on his 
el­bow. "I don‘t really know what goes on around here, but I‘ll tell you one thing. I aim to find 
out.“

"Do you think your father will - "

"If he won‘t tell me, I‘ll find out some way,“ Dirk said. "The trouble is, this re­minds me of 
too many things.“

"Like what?“

"Oh. Like a lot of things I‘ve learned about my father over the years – about how he treats 
wo­men, and about some of his busi­ness as­so­ci­ates, too.“

Dirk sat up on the bed. Gwen was con­fused. Everything was per­plex­ing now. She was 
ter­ribly glad she had met Dirk, but so many of these things would not fit to­gether. She 
reached out and put her arms around him, and he kissed her, let­ting his tongue wander into 
her mouth.

Then he pulled away from her, say­ing, "I‘m go­ing to find out what‘s hap­pen­ing in this 
house. Whatever it it, there are things I don‘t like about it. And I want you to stay here. Will 
you prom­ise me you‘ll stay here?“

"Well, I-“

"Don‘t tell me you want to run out and get fucked again, after I‘ve just fucked you twice,“ 
he grinned.

"No, but, well, sup­pose some­body comes into the room or some­thing?“

"Lock your door,“ Dirk said, get­ting up and start­ing to put on his clothes. "Don‘t let 
any­body in but me. Will you prom­ise?“

"Yes, I prom­ise,“ she said, ly­ing there na­ked, watch­ing him slip on his shirt and pants.

Then he gave her an­other kiss and walked to the door and left.

She got up and locked the door.

Then she went to the win­dows and looked out. Everything looked so peace­ful out there, 
so beau­ti­ful and nat­ural. And yet, just as Dirk seemed to sense, there was some­thing 
go­ing on in this house that was not quite right. Not right at all.

And she thought again about what Ly­dia had said-that Eve had screamed and had 
shouted some­thing like, "No, I won‘t go with you!“ And then there had been a thud, and then
si­lence.

Gwen shuddered. She walked back to the bed. The pear she had been eat­ing when Dirk 
had come in was still on the bed­side table. She lay down on the bed and picked up the pear 
and bit into it.

A half hour later, there was a knock on the door. Her heart jumped. It could be 
prac­tic­ally any­body. What if it were Ly­dia! Dirk made her prom­ise not to open the door to
any­one, but Ly­dia was a friend.

Or what if it were Stannard Lasker him­self? She heard the knock­ing again.

She got up off the bed and walked quietly over to the door and then said softly, "Who‘s 
there?“

"It‘s me – Dirk,“ was the reply. "Let me in, quick!“ Hur­riedly, she opened the door.

He burst in, slam­ming the door be­hind him and turn­ing the lock. His face looked 
flushed and he was breath­ing hard. His hair was a mess and there was a cut on his cheek.

"Dirk-what-“

"Okay, I‘ve got everything,“ he said. "I know everything now and we‘ve got to get you out 
of here. Go put on a dress or some­thing – quick!“

"But you look like you‘ve been in a fight! What happened?“

"Yeah, I had to – it was the only way I could get some in­form­a­tion. Go on, put on your 
clothes. I‘ll tell you about it.“ She began dress­ing hur­riedly. He flopped down in a chair, still 
out of breath.

"What is it? What happened?“

"Okay, listen,“ he said. "I‘ve never much liked my old man, and he‘s never liked me, so 
there‘s no love lost there. And any­way, he hated my mother, which is why he di­vorced her. 
I‘ve heard a lot of things about my old man over the years – every­body has - -but I never 
knew if some of them were true. Now I know.“

She was pulling on her stock­ings. "Like what?“

"You know how Stannard Lasker gets girls up here – through news­pa­pers ads and so 
forth., And then you all start hav­ing this fab­ulous time and I don‘t blame you. I mean, all 
those or­gies sound groovy. I wouldn‘t mind join­ing in some of them my­self. Only-“

"Only what?“

"Well,“ Dirk con­tin­ued heav­ily, "you have to re­mem­ber what an im­port­ant man my 
father is, and how he does busi­ness with other im­port­ant busi­ness­men from all over the 
world.

I mean oil mil­lion­aires, sheiks, ra­jahs and prob­ably some from the Com­mun­ist 
gov­ern­ments, too. He buys and sells prac­tic­ally any­thing.“

"But what does this have to do-“

"I‘m get­ting there,“ said Dirk, look­ing at her with a funny, con­cerned frown. "You see, 
you and the other girls prob­ably think you‘re just up here to have some fun. I mean, my old 
man and his friends, and the other girls, well, you were telling me how much you grooved on 
it!“

"Yes, that‘s true,“ she ad­mit­ted.

"But you real­ize that you can‘t really leave this prop­erty, don‘t you?“

"I‘ve been afraid of that.“

"Well, didn‘t you ever won­der why?“

"I guess I just didn‘t really want to think about it.“

"And then you tell me about girls who just sort of dis­ap­pear.“

"Yes, like Eve.“

"Well, I fi­nally got the story,“ he said. "I had to beat it out of some­body, but I‘ve got it. 
How do you think my father puts across all those busi­ness deals, so much bet­ter than 
any­body else? How do you think he al­ways man­ages to out­bid all the other 
busi­ness­men, or to out­sell them? How do you think he man­ages to con­trol so many 
people? Well, shit! It‘s be­cause he sweetens the pot, don‘t you see? When some­body does 
busi­ness with my father – let‘s say some oil sheik from the Middle East – it‘s not just a 
busi­ness deal my father of­fers him. It‘s his choice of any girl he wants.“

"You mean, like here - "

"Not just here,“ said Dirk, look­ing angry. "Here is just where they try the girls out. All the 
girls who come here are even­tu­ally sold, don‘t you see? Or you might say my father gives 
them away to com­plete his busi­ness deals! And that‘s why the girls are never seen again. 
They be­come the prop­erty of some busi­ness­man in Cairo or Istan­bul or Alaska, or I don‘t 
care where! The girl dis­ap­pears and is never seen again!“

"Oh, Dirk, I‘m so frightened!“

"I‘ve got to get you out of here!“ he said. "Yes!“ She was fully dressed now. She was 
frightened and be­wildered, but at least she had Dirk here.

"Come on!“ he said. "It won‘t bfe easy, but we‘ve got to try.“ The next fif­teen minutes 
were a night­mare. They ran down one of the cor­ridors, then through a large hall and down 
sev­eral more cor­ridors. Stannard Lasker had heard what his son was do­ing – Dirk had 
beaten up one of the guards to learn the truth – and he had put the en­tire guard force on 
the alert. Lasker had no love for his son and now he con­sidered him his bit­ter en­emy.

They got out­side. From the house to the nearest clump of trees was nearly fifty yards.

They hes­it­ated, and then Dirk said, "When you run, try to keep down low. Don‘t stop no 
mat­ter what hap­pens!“

They began run­ning. She was fol­low­ing him. A shot rang out, and then an­other. So the 
guards had seen them. Now everything seemed hope­less.

"Don‘t stop!“ Dirk called out. "Don‘t stop!“ They reached the trees. Even then they couldn‘t 
stop. Dirk was pulling her along, dash­ing through un­der­brush and then reach­ing to drag 
her up when she stumbled. She fell and skinned her knee. She was get­ting out of breath.

"Come on!“ Dirk said. "You‘ve got to!“

"Oh, Dirk, I can‘t!“

He grabbed her roughly and pulled her along. She was stum­bling. She felt her feet 
run­ning pell mell over branches and rocks. She fell again and twis­ted her ankle.

"Oh, Dirk – I - "

"Come on!“ he cried.

Shots were still ringing out, but now they were in the trees, the guards prob­ably couldn‘t 
see them.

"But the fence - " she panted. "It‘s elec­tri­fied.“

"I know all about that,“ he said.

She was sob­bing now, as he pulled her along over the rough ground through the trees 
and shrub­bery.

An­other shot rang out. This one seemed much closer. Sud­denly, stand­ing be­fore them,
was a guard. He was block­ing their path.

It was Al Jen­kins, the guard who had fucked Gwen the day be­fore.

"No!“ she screamed.

Jen­kins was smil­ing. "You thought you‘d get away with it, didn‘t you, you little bitch!“ he 
said. "You and your fuck­ing boy­friend!“

"No, Al!“

"You ever seen a man die?“ said Jen­kins. "You ever see his guts spill out on the ground, all
red and bloody? Or maybe I ought to shoot your boy­friend in the head – how would you like 
to see his head blown off?“

"Al – you can‘t!“

Dirk dived for the guard‘s leg.

Sud­denly they were in a pile on the ground, toss­ing and tum­bling, locked in a life and 
death struggle.

Gwen kept see­ing the guard‘s gun. Dirk had one hand on Al‘s wrist, for­cing his arm back,
but then Al got that hand free and tried to point the gun at Dirk‘s head. Again Dirk forced him
back.

Gwen was filled with panic. She was sob­bing. Everything had gone wrong. She liked Dirk 
so much, and now this bas­tard-this evil. Fuck­ing guard was go­ing to kill him!

There was a sound – thwack! And hen an­other.

Dirk staggered up. The gun was on his hand.

"Oh, Dirk! But – did you kill him?“ Her heart was pound­ing.

"I just knocked him out,“ said Dirk. "But now I‘ve got the gun-come on!“ Five minutes later,
they were at the elec­tri­fied fence, and with the aid of the gun, Dirk forced the two guards 
who were there to open a gate for them.

They were free!

But they were still not safe, for as they ran off down the road, shots con­tin­ued to ring 
out be­hind them.

It was at least a half hour be­fore they began to slow their pace and it was an­other hour 
be­fore they at last felt that they had eluded the Lasker guards, and that they could at least sit
down and rest.

The tears had caked on her face. They were both out of breath. They threw them­selves on
soft plot of grassy earth un­der­neath some trees.

"Do you think we‘re safe?“ she asked.

"They don‘t know where we are – not now, any­way,“ said Dirk. "Oh, know­ing the old 
man, I sup­pose he‘ll have them comb­ing the hills for us, but we‘ll be gone be­fore they get 
here.“

"But what are we go­ing to do?“

He looked at her and smiled for the first time in an hour. "Oh, we‘ve got plenty of time to 
fig­ure that out,“ he said. "I know one thing, though – the first thing I‘m go­ing to do when we
get back to civil­iz­a­tion is to let the world know what my old man‘s been do­ing for years, 
the fuck­ing bas­tard. He‘ll prob­ably dis­in­herit me but I don‘t give a shit. It‘s worth it, to 
save some­body like you!“

They lay back against the soft grass. Gradu­ally they began to get their breath. There were 
no other sounds around them ex­cept for the oc­ca­sional chirp­ing of a bird.

If the guards were still after them, they must be at some dis­tance. Cer­tainly they would 
hear some sounds of the guards‘ ap­proach – their foot­falls through the dried leaves.

His hand reached out and began strok­ing her body. It wandered up to her tit. Her dress 
was tom now, and so was his shirt, but none of these things mattered.

She knew that she wanted to please him now. He had saved her life. He had saved her 
from all kinds of hor­rors, things she hadn‘t even ima­gined. What if the man who chose her 
had turned out to be hideously ugly – re­puls­ive?

And what if Stannard Lasker had sold her to such a man! She could only sigh with re­lief 
that Dirk had come along to save her.

And she wanted, to show him how much she ap­pre­ci­ated what he had done.

She sat up. Then she moved down to­ward his crotch. He was ly­ing on his back, still 
ex­hausted after the chase they had had – but not too ex­hausted, she hoped.

She began un­but­ton­ing his jeans. In a mo­ment, she had his belt open and his fly 
un­done.

His penis lay there – large and beau­ti­ful. It was not hard yet, but she would make it hard.

She got on her knees between his legs. Then she lowered her head, tak­ing his penis in 
one hand and began strok­ing the glans of the large or­gan with her tongue.

He shivered, feel­ing this girl start to work on his cock.

She let her tongue roll around the glans for a few mo­ments and as she did so, she felt his 
penis harden­ing. She began work­ing her tongue faster, tak­ing the head of his prick into her
mouth, and she felt the shaft grow­ing very hard in her hand.

Dirk lay there think­ing that there couldn‘t be any­thing much bet­ter than this – find­ing 
a beau­ti­ful girl who not only had a good cunt but a good mouth, too.

Now she began tak­ing more of the large or­gan in. At the same time, she held onto the 
shaft with her hand. She began mov­ing up and down over his cock, suck­ing in at first an 
inch, then two inches, then three, each time go­ing deeper and deeper down on the hard tool 
that must be at least nine inches long.

He sighed, ly­ing there, feel­ing her hot mouth and her warm hand slip­ping up and down
over her steely shaft.

"That‘s it-“ he said. "That‘s it, Gwen.“

She moved faster, rais­ing her head up and down on his dick. She loved the feel­ing of 
hav­ing his hard, thick penis go­ing in and out of her mouth, hit­ting against the back of her 
throat. She loved this boy who had just saved her.

Her head was bob­bing up and down, and she kept her hand on his cock, too, giv­ing him 
a double sen­sa­tion. She thought she could taste a little pre­come on his cock – the juice that
oozes out when a man is just get­ting along, be­fore he is ready to ejac­u­late.

Dirk lay there, be­gin­ning to grind his hips around now, re­spond­ing to her move­ments.
His girl­friend at col­lege had not been much good at giv­ing him blow-jobs, but this girl was 
fant­astic.

"Oh­h­hhh, yess!“ he moaned.

His words ex­cited her. Know­ing that he was en­joy­ing it made it all the bet­ter for her. 
She began mov­ing her head around as it went up and down, so as to give him every warm 
sen­sa­tion pos­sible.

He was be­gin­ning to buck his ass up and down, and he had reached up and put one 
hand on her head and the other on her arm.

"Oh­hhh!“ he said.

Now she reached down and put a hand on his balls. He nearly jumped. She began 
squeez­ing them and work­ing the two balls to­gether, as if she were hold­ing two eggs and 
rub­bing them back and forth – two eggs in a little silk bag.

She worked his balls gently against each other as she con­tin­ued to bob up and down on 
his peter, suck­ing and run­ning her saliva-wet hand up and down his solid shaft.

He moaned with pleas­ure, turn­ing his head from side to side.

Everything was pleas­ure. The chase of an hour ago – the fight with the guard, their 
run­ning for their lives – all that seemed to van­ish as he melted into the pure en­joy­ment of 
the blow-job she was giv­ing him.

She wondered what it would be like to be a man, with a cock that could spurt out great 
gobs of li­quid when some­body worked on it, as she was do­ing now. She knew how her own
or­gasm felt – when everything seemed to erupt in­side like a thou­sand spark­lers at night, 
send­ing spasms of joy through her whole body. But she couldn‘t ima­gine what it would feel 
like to have a cock that would shoot out that rich, creamy li­quid.

He wondered what it would feel like to be a girl, bob­bing up and down on a man‘s cock, 
with her tits boun­cing as she sucked and worked on his cock and his balls with her hands.

How­ever it would feel, he knew that this was para­dise.

She was mov­ing up and down faster and faster, and he was buck­ing up and down faster 
and faster to meet her. He knew it wouldn‘t be much longer now.

He gave him­self com­pletely to the feel­ing of this mar­velous mouth fuck. There was 
ab­so­lutely noth­ing like it. His body was toss­ing as he pumped his ass up and down slid­ing
his cock in and out of her hot and eager mouth.

Then she felt the juices rising and a hot, tingling sen­sa­tion build­ing up, like a beau­ti­ful
bomb about ready to ex­plode.

And then he star­ted shoot­ing.

He shot and shot his hot come into her suck­ing mouth. He shot gob after gob of his 
manly scum into her, cry­ing out with pleas­ure.

She gulped his se­men down hun­grily. It tasted mar­velous. She wanted to swal­low every
drop. She hoped he would keep shoot­ing it forever.

He reared back and then pushed his pel­vis up­ward, shoot­ing again, groan­ing, hold­ing
her head tightly as he came into her mouth.

Fi­nally, he stopped com­ing.

Slowly, she re­leased his penis, let­ting it slide softly out of her mouth. She licked her lips.

"Taste good?“ he said "Oh, mar­velous!“

"It felt good, too,“ he said.

"I love you, Dirk!“ she said.

"I love you, too, but we can‘t stay here any longer. We‘ve got to get mov­ing again. I don‘t 
think they know where we are, but if we stay here long enough, they‘re sure to find us.“

They got up and began walk­ing again. This time they were no longer run­ning in panic. 
They walked more slowly, but they were still aware that some­thing could go wrong – that a 
guard might step out from be­hind one of the trees, even though they had left Stannard 
Lasker‘s prop­erty far be­hind.

Dirk seemed to know ab­so­lutely what he was do­ing. It was mar­velous, she thought, 
how he had known how to get her out and how he had fought suc­cess­fully with the guard.

That bas­tard Al Jen­kins! Yes­ter­day, she had let him fuck her. She had wanted it, then. 
And today he had tried to kill Dirk! She al­most wished Dirk had killed him!

Within an­other hour they had reached a road. They were both tired and very disheveled. 
They tried to catch a ride with sev­eral cars that passed, but each time, the driver would slow 
down, look at their tom cloth­ing and the dirt on their faces and speed up again.

Fi­nally, a pickup truck slowed down. There were two young girls in it. Were they go­ing to
stop?

Dirk waved both his arms, walk­ing into the middle of the road.

The girls in the pickup stopped.

"What happened? Where are you go­ing?“ one of the girls asked.

"Oh, that‘s too long a story,“ said Dirk, smil­ing with re­lief. "Just take us to a motel or 
some­thing, will you? We want to get cleaned up and we need a place to sleep.“

The pickup rattled off again with Dirk and Gwen in its back.

About a half mile down the road, the girls pulled into the drive­way of a motel.

"Will this do?“ one of the girls asked.

"Beau­ti­ful,“ Dirk replied. "Hey, do you want to come in and join us?“ The two girls looked
at each other for a mo­ment. Fi­nally, one of hem said, "Why not?“ All four of them took a 
room in the motel. Dirk and Gwen told the girls to sit down and make them­selves 
com­fort­able while they got cleaned up. They went into the bath­room and took a shower 
to­gether, wash­ing each other‘s body and kiss­ing and fond­ling each other.

With the wa­ter pour­ing down on them, Gwen got down on her knees and took Dirk‘s 
prick into her mouth for a while. She thought it was funny, do­ing it this way un­der the 
shower.

Then Dirk re­turned the fa­vor, get­ting down on his knees and lick­ing and lap­ping at 
her snatch while the wa­ter rolled off his head.

When they had got­ten out of the shower and dried each other, they went into the 
bed­room, where they had left the two young girls.

Both the girls were na­ked, ly­ing on the bed. They smiled up at Dirk and Gwen.

Man, I got my hands full, Dirk thought to him­self.

He and Gwen went over to the bed.

"What kind of sex do you girls like?“ he asked.

"Oh, we like just about everything,“ one of the girls replied, who looked about six­teen. "If 
there‘s nobody else around, we usu­ally have sex with each other, but when we saw you two-“

"You did look pretty grimy out there,“ said the other girl, who might have been fif­teen. 
"But we de­cided to take a chance.“

"And you‘ll see, it‘s worth it,“ Dirk smiled.

He got onto the bed next to the six­teen-year-old. Gwen got on the other side with the 
fif­teen-year-old.

Then every­one began to touch and fondle every­one else.

Soon Dirk had par­ted the six­teen-year-old‘s legs. She was more than ready to re­ceive 
him. He wondered how many times she had been fucked.

She was smil­ing. Ob­vi­ously, she had had a cer­tain amount of ex­per­i­ence.

He de­cided to try some­thing new.

He took one of her legs and brought it up over his shoulder. He left the other leg on the 
bed. This opened her snatch very nicely. He could see the deep red in­terior of her pussy 
cov­er­ing.

He felt his mouth wa­ter­ing, and his cock was already hard again.

Then he began shov­ing it into the hole that he had opened so nicely. She moaned as he 
began shov­ing his big cock into her va­gina.

Next to them, Gwen and the fif­teen-year-old had got­ten into a sixty-nine po­s­i­tion. 
The girl was lick­ing all around Gwen‘s cunt, tak­ing de­lighted little licks at her la­bia, then 
let­ting her tongue wander in­side, strok­ing the del­ic­ate, moist tis­sues there.

And Gwen was do­ing the same thing to the fif­teen-year-old. She loved the mar­velous 
pussy taste that was ooz­ing into her mouth. She began suck­ing at the tender tis­sues, 
en­joy­ing the silken feel of them against her lips. She sucked in the young juices, tast­ing 
them on her tongue and then swal­low­ing them.

Now Dirk was pump­ing his cock in and out of the young girl‘s gash, and she was 
moan­ing with pleas­ure. With one leg stretched over his shoulder, she opened up so that his 
big rod slipped eas­ily in and out of her slip­pery cunt chan­nel, which was ad­apt­ing it­self 
per­fectly to his tool.

Gwen licked and lapped at the fif­teen-year-old‘s pussy and felt the girl do­ing the same 
to her. It was heaven, she thought, be­ing in the arms of an­other girl, and giv­ing the same 
kind of pleas­ure she was re­ceiv­ing.

Only a few days ago, Gwen had been a vir­gin – and now she knew so much-and she had 
the feel­ing that she still had a lot to learn.

"Oh­hhh!“ the six­teen-year-old was moan­ing. "That feels good.“

"Yeah, baby, you like my big cock in you, don‘t you?“ said Dirk.

"Oh­hhh, yesss!“

He was strok­ing in and out of her faster and faster, want­ing to bring her to or­gasm at 
the same time that he came. Even though he had had two or three or­gasms already today, he
still felt that he could come again.

Everything that had happened today had kept him ex­cited.

"Mmmmm!“ Gwen moaned as she sucked at the fif­teen-year-old‘s snatch and felt the girl 
do­ing the same to her.

Then some­thing star­ted to build down in­side her loins. Gwen knew that an erup­tion 
was go­ing to start, and she had no de­sire to delay it. It was go­ing to hap­pen, and she 
couldn‘t do any­thing about it. All four of them were toss­ing and writh­ing on the bed, 
giv­ing each other fant­astic sexual pleas­ures, with Dirk plunging in and out of the 
six­teen-year-old‘s cunt and Gwen suck­ing and be­ing sucked by the other girl.

There was noth­ing like it. Noth­ing like sex and more sex.

The room was grow­ing steamy with their body heat and sexual juices.

All four of them were near­ing or­gasms.

And then they came.

Gwen and the young girl ex­ploded in each other‘s mouth, grind­ing their pu­bic areas 
against each other‘s face, moan­ing and writh­ing around as they creamed in­side their 
va­ginal canals.

And now it was time for Dirk to shoot his load. He had been want­ing to shoot that thick 
load of stuff deep into the hot little box.

That six­teen-year-old chick al­most fain­ted when she felt that thick come shoot all the 
way in­side her. She was gasp­ing and pant­ing with the de­li­cious tremors of pas­sion that 
filled her with de­light and pleas­ure.

She was out of her mind with the feel­ings that came over her and made her come and 
come all over the place:

It was so won­der­ful that noth­ing in the world could stop it.

Not even an atom bomb could stop her from com­ing now and she knew that from the 
very be­gin­ning.

It was all too great and it was all too won­der­ful for any­thing that she had ever felt 
be­fore.

She had never been en­gulfed by all that stuff and she knew that Dirk was one hell of a 
fuck.

She was really grate­ful for that and she was really in­debted to Dirk for show­ing her such
a ter­rific time in the sack.

He was a great lay and she knew that.

Her friend knew that too and so did Gwen.

"Let me suck your cunt,“ Gwen said as she looked deeply into the eyes of the 
fif­teen-year-old girl. The fif­teen-year-old was more than glad to do that.

She already had her legs spread open wide and her cunt thick and creamy already from he
an­ti­cip­a­tion of suck­ing and fuck­ing Gwen.

Gwen lost no time in get­ting right down there between her legs and start lap­ping away 
at the de­li­cious cunt that opened up be­fore her.

Gwen spread the cunt lips wide with her fin­gers and tasted the won­der­ful juices that 
came out of there.

She licked at the lips abd then licked at the little nub­bin of her clit and watched the 
pas­sion and the pleas­ure shoot through the other girl and make her pant and groan in 
pleas­ure and pain.

It was great to watch and Gwen could not get enough of the other girl‘s cunt in her 
mouth.

She sucked a little at the clit and ran her tongue softly and gently over it un­til it be­came 
en­gorged and filled with blood. It was thick and hard and it was as erect as a cock.

Gwen loved to see the young clit raised up like that. She wanted to give that girl as much 
pleas­ure as she pos­sibly could. It was so won­der­ful and nice to taste and to suck that she 
thought she was go­ing to lose her mind from all the good feel­ings she was get­ting from 
down there.

Her mouth was wide open as she cupped her lips around the furry mound of the young 
cunt and she sucked deeply of all the juices that were in there.

She took all the juices that the young girl could pro­duce and then she took more.

She took all there was and the girl gave her the rest.

It was won­der­ful to suck and fuck a clit like that. It was great and she wanted all there 
was to have.

The husky aroma and taste of the cunt in her mouth was like a stim­u­lant to her already 
piqued sexual arousal.

It was some­thing that she had never felt so strongly be­fore and some­thing that she 
knew did not come along every day. It was a spe­cial cunt suck­ing day and she loved to 
munch and bite on that snatch that was now spread­ing more and more be­fore her.

Gwen spread the cunt lips wider with her fin­gers and tasted the pink meaty part of the 
cunt deep in­side her.

She licked and sucked there un­til her mouth was dry and al­most sore but still she 
wanted more and more.

All that fe­male cunt juice was drib­bling down her chin and drib­bling down her face as if 
she had tried to eat melted ice cream.

Gwen licked her lips and tasted the won­der­ful fla­vor of the cunt juice and knew that she
loved that as much as she loved male come.

It was great and she sucked harder and harder.

Her tongue dar­ted in and out of that de­li­cious hole and licked along the in­sides and 
then the out­side mak­ing sure that she covered every inch of that de­li­cious pink and dark 
meat.

The young girl was flip­ping out and there was noth­ing she could do about it now but to 
lay back and loved all the feel­ings that were shoot­ing through her and mak­ing her come 
and cream all over Gwen‘s face.

It was too won­der­ful to stop and Gwen knew that there had never been any­thing in her 
life as ex­cit­ing and de­li­cious as the taste of an­other wo­man‘s cunt in her mouth.

Noth­ing was so ex­cit­ing and great as to have that in her mouth and she knew that the 
other girl was about to come.

She wanted that. She wanted to feel the taste and the fla­vor of that come sauce in her 
mouth and she knew that she would love the feel­ings of pleas­ure and de­light it would give 
her.

Her own cunt was be­com­ing wet and soppy from the lick­ing she was giv­ing the other 
girl.

Gwen reached up with her hands and spread the other girl‘s thighs and legs al­most over 
her head so that her whole cunt was ex­posed and open to view, It was so great to see that 
young girl like that. Gwen gazed at her with lust in her eyes and knew that she was go­ing to 
keep suck­ing her un­til they both came like that.

Gwen reached down to her own cunt and began to fin­ger and tease the dark and pink 
meat of her own snatch un­til the sen­sa­tion of com­ing were al­most upon her.

She dug her fin­gers into the soft and yield­ing flesh and spread the cunt lips un­til they 
were ex­pos­ing the meat in­side.

It was that meat that she wanted and noth­ing in the world was go­ing to stop her from 
giv­ing her­self the pleas­ure that she wanted and giv­ing the younger girls the pleas­ure that
she craved.

They got into the sixty-nine po­s­i­tion then and noth­ing was go­ing to get in their way 
now.

Gwen loved this po­s­i­tion. Es­pe­cially with a girl.

She dove her own cunt deep into the face and the mouth of the other girl and felt the 
tremors of pas­sion and de­light shoot through her as the other girl began to lick and scrape 
at the clit and the cunt lips that Gwen ex­posed to her view.

Gwen reached back with her own hands and spread her own cunt to show the other girl.

The younger girl did not need to be shown. She knew ex­actly what to do to give Gwen 
the greatest pleas­ure pos­sible.

She sucked and licked at the clit and then the lips and then in­ser­ted one fin­ger at a time
into that de­li­cious hole.

Gwen felt her cunt be­ing com­pletely filled up by the other girl‘s fin­gers and knew that 
when she came she would have one of the best or­gasms of her life.

It could be no other way. It could not be dif­fer­ent with her and she knew that for a fact.

"I love your cunt,“ Gwen said as she licked a dribble of juice that was com­ing down the 
other girl‘s cunt. She licked her lips and then took an­other swipe at the hairy bush.

The bush wasn‘t so hairy though, be­cause the girl was still young and she did not have 
her full hair yet.

The cunt was per­fect in all other re­spects and Gwen pre­ferred an al­most hair­less cunt 
to one that had a lot of hair.

This looked more like an in­no­cent young cunt and that was why she liked to suck it so 
much and watch the ex­pres­sion on the other girl‘s face as she licked at her clit.

The young girl lay back and let her­self be sucked and licked like that for as long as Gwen 
wanted to.

And Gwen wanted to more than any­thing else she knew.

She could not get enough of that de­li­cious and smelly snatch and she licked and stroked
more and more with her mouth un­til the cunt was a slip­pery mass of quiv­er­ing young 
flesh.

Gwen dug deeper into the de­li­cious crevice un­til she could feel the very in­sides of the 
younger girl‘s cunt.

She licked at the in­side of the pink meat and licked even fur­ther into the hole.

The young girl was out of her mind with pleas­ure.

She tossed her head back and forth and she gasped in pain and pleas­ure as Gwen fought 
harder and harder into the open­ing that opened it­self up to her.

She spread the thighs more and then gave her­self a treat with her own fin­gers.

She raked and scraped her fin­gers across the clit and across the cunt lips in the most 
sen­sual and the most erotic way she knew how.

She probed into the crevice of her own cunt and she found that she was cream­ing as 
heav­ily as the young girl.

That turned her on as she the young girl also licked harder and deeper into Gwen cunt.

To her sur­prise Gwen found that the other girl was try­ing to get to her ass.

That was won­der­ful. She had never felt an­other wo­man up her ass like this one and she
was sure that this girl was a pro­fes­sional ass sucker.

The young girl sucked more and harder into the de­li­cious cunt open­ing of Gwen and 
then she seemed to stuff her face full of cunt. She could not get enough of that de­li­cious 
cunt in her mouth and she gave her fa ce a bath in the de­li­cious sauce

"Suck me,“ cried Gwen.

The girl sucked more and more. She slurped all the juices in her mouth and gave them all 
to the de­li­cious sen­sa­tions that were rip­ping through her and mak­ing her moan and 
groan with pleas­ure and de­light.

The young girl rubbed harder and harder un­til she could spread open the as­s­cheeks 
and then she ran her tongue into the dark crack of her ass.

It was so nice and musky in there that she could not get enough of the dark ass meat of 
Gwen.

She ran her tongue into the as­shole and tasted the funky smell of ass and knew that this 
was what she had wanted.

She sucked at the hole and then rubbed her

• hands un­der to the cunt that was still stream­ing and flow­ing with li­quid.

It was so great that she could not get enough of it in there. She could not get enough of 
that de­li­cious cunt juice in her mouth and knew that the other girl was feel­ing the same 
things.

They were pant­ing and gasp­ing and hav­ing the greatest fuck they had ever had in their 
lives.

It was so good that they never wanted to stop it and they never wanted to end the 
love­mak­ing and the fuck­ing that they had star­ted.

It was too great to hold back now and they gave each other everything they could and 
then some.

It was one of the best times that Gwen ever had in her whole life and she knew that when 
she came it would rip her in­side out and that it would leave her with won­der­ful memory of 
this fuck and this girl‘s cunt.

It was all she hoped for and more.

It was everything she needed and they gave each other the de­li­cious sen­sa­tions they 
both wanted.

Their cunts were soppy and wet and their holes were stream­ing with the cream that had 
built up in­side them.

Gwen could hardly breathe any more. Her mouth was stuffed full of cunt and that was the 
way she wanted to stay. She did not want to ever let go of that in­no­cent young cunt in her 
mouth and she didn‘t want the younger girl to let go of her cunt either. She wanted to stay 
locked like that forever be­cause it felt so good.

She wanted to re­main forever suck­ing and lick­ing at that de­li­cious cunt and she knew 
that noth­ing in the world could ever be as ter­rific and won­der­ful as suck­ing cunt of 
an­other wo­man.

Gwen licked at the pink and tender meat and sucked at the juices that were stream­ing 
out of there like a river.

She swal­lowed them whole and then took more and more un­til she thought she was 
go­ing to choke on all that juice.

She thought she was go­ing to drown in ail that de­li­cious li­quid that was stream­ing out
of there and filling her mouth.

It was so good that she knew that some­thing had to give soon or they would both be like
that for years.

They would never leave each other alone and they would not have time to do any­thing 
but suck and lick for the rest of their lives.

It was noth­ing like Gwen had ever felt be­fore and it was noth­ing like the other girl had 
ever felt be­fore.

The feel­ings of hav­ing Gwen suck on that cunt like that were new and won­der­ful and 
neither of them could really get enough of it to sat­isfy their crazy kinky needs.

The need for cunt that Gwen felt was stronger than any­thing she had ever felt in her life 
and stronger than any­thing she knew she would ever feel. She reached down and felt her 
pussy with her hand. Gwen‘s mouth was glued to the cunt hole of the other girl and she knew 
that noth­ing could tear her away from there.

She loved the feel and the smell of the cunt and there was a sen­sa­tional feel­ing of 
pas­sion and lust that swept over her as she sucked at the fla­vor­ful juices and the 
won­der­ful smell.

It was won­der­ful in there and she sucked and sucked with all the power and the strength
that she knew she had in­side her.

Her mouth was sop­ping and wet and her lips were hungry and will­ing for all the good 
things that the younger girl could give her.

Her mouth worked like a va­cuum as she sucked and slurped at the cream that came 
pour­ing out of there like a river.

It was so good and de­li­cious to taste and to smell that she thought she was go­ing to 
drown in all the glor­i­ous come. But yet she knew that she would not tear her­self away from 
there. She knew that she would there as long as she wanted and noth­ing could make her 
stop suck­ing and lick­ing at that cunt.

That cunt was her whole world right now and that cunt was some­thing that she wanted 
more than life it­self.

She sucked and slurped and she scraped and fought at that clit like there was not 
to­mor­row and like she was go­ing to lose her very life if she ever let go of it.

She knew that it was won­der­ful and that she never wanted to let go of that de­li­cious 
hunk of fe­male meat.

She was never go­ing to let go of that cunt even if she choked in the pro­cess and even if 
she died do­ing it.

It was too good to let go of and it was too won­der­ful to even re­lease for one second.

It was the best little cunt in the world and it was the best that she could do to sat­isfy all 
the needs that the younger wo­man wanted.

Gwen sucked and sucked and sucked un­til she was blue in the face and un­til she could 
hardly breathe any­more.

She knew that the young girl was los­ing her mind and that was what she wanted.

She wanted her to lose her mind and she wanted her to flip out all over the place in one 
huge or­gasm that would leave her too weak to move and too weak to even talk.

It was the greatest and it was the most won­der­ful thing that she had ever felt.

Her mouth was a never end­ing ma­chine of pleas­ure that sucked and searched into 
every part and every cranny of the young cunt and felt out every little space that she could.

"Come on. Suck me. Suck me,“ the young girl screamed.

She grabbed Gwen by the hair and pushed her deeper and deeper into her gap­ing cunt 
and made her suck at all the juices that were in there and all the won­der­ful things that could
be had by that cunt.

She could not get enough.

She could not get her fill.

Her mouth and her lips were in­sa­ti­able and her own cunt felt the needs of the pleas­ure
that she was giv­ing to the six­teen-year-old.

Gwen wanted all that and, more and the sixty-nine was the best way of do­ing it.

The sixty-nine was the only po­s­i­tion that al­lowed them to have mu­tual pleas­ure and 
mu­tual suck­ing and that was what they wanted more than any thing at that point.

Then Dirk came into the scene. He had been watch­ing all this and he could hardly hold 
him­self back from join­ing them. Noth­ing turned him on more than to watch two girls 
mak­ing it like that and hav­ing the greatest time of their life.

He was horny and stiff and he ap­proached the two girls from the back be­cause he 
wanted to shove that cock of his up some nice as­shole.

He didn‘t care which as­shole be­cause they were both such lovely little girls and they 
were both more than will­ing to have a cock up thier as­sholes.

He got be­hind Gwen and then did his num­ber.

He spread her as­s­cheeks and slowly began to shove his cock a little at a time un­til the 
whole root was planted firmly in that little tight hole of for­bid­den pleas­ure.

It was great and he felt the heat tighten in around the shaft and the head of his cock un­til
he thought he was go­ing to come at any mo­ment then.

He thought he was go­ing to shoot his stuff all over them and that he would make it right 
then and there. But he held him­self back and just stroked in and out of there really nice and 
slow.

That was how Gwen liked it and he made sure that she loved this ass­fuck­ing.

He made sure of that!

Her as­shole was tur­gid!

Dirk and Gwen were fuck­ing now like a couple of an­im­als. He had that hot rod of his 
rammed all the way up her as­shole and she was lov­ing every stroke and every inch of that 
solid shaft of meat.

It was so great that she did not even know what was go­ing on. She did not care that the 
young girl was still munch­ing and suck­ing on her cunt.

But she soon real­ized that she was get­ting it from both sides.

She had that stiff hard cock up her as­shole and she had that young girl‘s beau­ti­ful 
mouth and lips deep in her twat.

That was so good that she thought she was go­ing to pass out. She thought that she was 
go­ing to lose her mind from all that suck­ing and all that ass­fuck­ing.

Her mind was like jello as she tried like mad to keep her san­ity in that situ­ation.

Her cunt was still stream­ing come and her as­shole was filled to the brim with the tur­gid 
and sear­ing cock. The two holes were filled and be­ing catered to by two ex­perts and Gwen 
knew that this was def­in­itely the best time that she had had in a long time.

This double at­tack to her cunt and her as­shole were some­thing that she loved and 
craved more and more as she went along and real­ized that this was what she had been 
search­ing for all the time.

She was happy and noth­ing could ever stop her from fuck­ing again.

And that was a fact.

It was ec­stasy!

It was Nir­vana!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck,“ Gwen moaned and gasped as she felt the tool shoot that creamy gism 
all the way up her as­shole.

It flipped her com­pletely out and she knew that noth­ing in the world would ever match 
the in­com­par­able ec­stasy that she reached at that mo­ment.

She was happy.

She was sat­is­fied and all the bad things in her life were over.

Only the good things re­mained be­fore her now.

The End
