Lingerie Model
[aka 'Lady In Lace']
by Rod Strong
(STAG-198)


FOREWORD 

Gail could sense the blood-swollen glans enlarging even more, and she knew 
he was going to come. He was going to give her his semen. 

Her head sank lower, and her throat actually opened, taking in part of the 
thick phallic head while her hand pumped maddeningly. 

She was caught up in the silky excitement of the moment. She couldn't stop, 
she couldn't back off. Hot sex simmered in them both, nearing an explosion. 
Faster and faster. 

The need ran through her crotch like fire and she wondered if she would have 
started her career as a model at all if she knew it was going to be like 
this.... 


CHAPTER ONE 

The city skyline at twilight was always something to see. The tall buildings 
impressed into a darkening blue sky, their lights first twinkling on, 
created the impression of huge cocks trying to fuck into the sky. The lights 
looked like freckles on the phallic spires. 

Gail Warren stood at the window of her eastside apartment, staring out at 
the skyline. There was a natural curve to the city shoreline which allowed 
her to see the skyline, even though she was on the same side of the river. 
She could also see the three bridges spanning the river, leading to other 
boroughs, as well as to the suburbs, where she had lived all of her eighteen 
years. But now she was free, unshackled from the hick village where she had 
lived very unhappily for one of those years. 

On her eighteenth birthday, Gail had come into a modest inheritance given to 
her by a late, great-grandmother. It was enough money to buy some decent 
clothing, move to the city, and pay the rent on this modest apartment for at 
least three years. Kissing her parents and younger sister goodbye, Gail had 
hurriedly left. It wasn't as if she'd gone to the other side of the world. 
The city was only an hour away from the village where she'd been born and 
brought up. 

Wearing only a maroon bathrobe, Gail stood at the window, staring out at the 
skyline. She had a stunningly beautiful face, and for most of her 
high-school life she had been cold and reserved toward most of the boys 
she'd dated. She had been voted Miss Frigid the year she had been graduated 
from high-school. 

Long, soft, tumbling waves of medium brown hair fell down her back to her 
waist. She had naturally thin eyebrows above large, wide brown eyes. Her 
nose was short, upturned, and looked like something carefully molded by 
Cellini. And she had full, ripe, red lips. Her cheeks were smooth. She had 
never had a pimple anywhere on her body. Her flesh looked milk-white all 
over. She didn't believe in allowing the summer sun to ruin her complexion. 

Gail was five feet four inches tall, with a slender, nubile body. Her white 
flesh stretched tightly over her frame, showing off every curve, every 
twist, every dip, every swell to perfection. She had large breasts, a little 
too large for her lithe shape, and the muscles in them had been highly 
developed. They stood up amazingly well without a bra. Her waist was a 
narrow twenty inches, and her hips were a full thirty-seven inches. 

Despite being voted Miss Frigid, Gail was erotically mature. Until her 
junior year in high school, she had satisfied her cravings with her 
fingertip against her clitoris. She was willing to bet she came more often 
than any girl in her class. She simply hadn't needed a man to do it. 

It was in her junior year that she met Bill Barth, the handsome, rugged 
senior. He had muscles all over his body, though the muscles didn't bulge. 
His nose was slightly twisted, being broken when he'd played football, and 
he had black curly hair. At first, Barth was like all the other boys, taking 
her out to try and make her. It had taken all her willpower to resist. But 
when she became a senior, and Barth had started his first year at the nearby 
local university, things had changed. He claimed he had too much respect for 
him to fool around with her, while she had become anxious to have him fuck 
her. Somehow, Barth remained adamant, even though he did touch her body all 
over, making her feel heated and chilled at the same time. 

Having taken shopping trips to the big city, Gail had become enamored of it, 
and she was determined to live and work there once school was finished. 
Barth had begged her to wait until he'd finished college and went to work 
for his father, who owned half the city's mid-town parking garages. Gail 
told him she would be willing, provided he did something to satisfy her 
carnal hungers. But Bill Barth insisted she was not to be touched between 
her thighs until she was his wife. 

Disgusted with Bill's attitude, Gail, on her eighteenth birthday, had gone 
to the city, found a small studio apartment on the eastside, and had signed 
a lease, paying the first and last month's rent in advance. It was a 
three-year lease, which was something most people didn't get. The landlord, 
a fat, hungry, evil-looking man, had all but drooled when she'd signed. He 
was also the superintendent, and he let all his female tenants know he was 
available at any time for any kind of service. Some few women were actually 
intimidated by him and let him fuck them, which encouraged him to be more 
bold with the other women. But he was smart enough not to push too hard. 

Work was something else. Gail hadn't found a decent job, yet. She had no 
experience, and though she'd studied typing and shorthand, all the large 
city offices wanted experienced girls. 

It was a Sunday evening, and she had just showered, which was why she was 
wearing the robe. Winter would soon hit the city. One could feel the 
nippiness in the chill Autumn air. 

The phone rang. She answered it and heard Bill Barth's voice on the other 
end. 

"Hi," he told her. "I just finished working in Pop's big midtown place. How 
would you like to go out for supper?" 

"No, I've already eaten," she told him. "But after you finish eating, you 
can stop up for a while." 

"Sure thing," he agreed, and hung up. 

God! Gail thought. I have to get laid. I need a good stiff cock inside me. 
Oh God! God! God! Here I am, eighteen years old and still a virgin. Well, 
tonight Bill Barth is going to fuck me. 

Two hours later, Gail heard her door buzzer sound. Still wearing the maroon 
robe, she let Bill in. She could see the mixture of gladness and surprise in 
his face. He hadn't expected her to greet him wearing only a robe. God! It 
just barely covered her wonderful, voluptuous body. 

"Hi," she smiled, and her beauty seemed to light up the dim room. He noticed 
she had purposely left only one lamp on. 

This was her living room, her bedroom, her dining room, and her kitchen, all 
in one. It was a cozy little place, nice enough for a single person. She had 
gotten some secondhand furniture, and throw-rugs, and had created a warm, 
comfortable atmosphere. 

Staring at her, Bill felt more in love with her than ever, and because of 
it, had to repress the animal urges inside him. 

"How about a drink?" she asked, walking to a kitchen cabinet and taking out 
a bottle. 

"Okay," he nodded, already feeling himself beginning to perspire. God! She 
was a stunning sight, and he had to strain to keep himself under control. 
His eyes locked on her face, gazing at her with adoration. 

"Have a seat." She waved to the sofa. "I'll bring it to you." 

She brought the drink to him and sat beside him, smiling. He took it, sipped 
it, and nodded, saying, "You always know how to make these things just 
right, don't you." 

"Well, you're the only one I ever made drinks for," she smiled, using a 
forefinger to curl his hair in front. 

"I thought, when you left the village, you were mad at me," he told her, his 
eyes fastening on the white flesh below her throat as her robe opened a 
little. He could see the full white tops of her bouncing breasts. Each time 
she took a breath he could see them bobble, a little. 

"Why should I be mad at you, Bill?" she asked. 

"I don't know, Gail. I can't figure it out. It isn't as if I didn't respect 
you. I've always respected you." 

Gail was enjoying his obvious discomfort. The dumb jerk. He had respected 
her, all right. That was all he'd done. Oh sure, he had fondled her breasts, 
and he'd even sucked her nipples once, but he had abruptly stopped, acting 
ashamed of himself, as if he'd done something wrong. This from the stud who 
had laid more than twenty other girls in high school. What the hell was 
wrong with him? Was her cunt to be deprived of cock just because he wanted 
to go on "respecting her?" 

"I think you're a little too involved in respecting me," she told him. "I'm 
flesh and blood, and not some piece of cold marble. I have as much right as 
anyone else to be fucked." 

As she talked, Gail allowed the front of her robe to fall open a bit more, 
allowing most of her right breast to be seen. Bill's cock began throbbing as 
it grew, and he fought to control the burning fires in his aching loins. 

"Gail," he whispered in a low voice, his hand sliding behind her, intent on 
pulling her close so he wouldn't be able to see her breast. "You know I love 
you. In three years my father will make me a junior partner in his business. 
I'll have a lot of money. We can get married in style, and then I'll do 
whatever you want." 

"Three years?" She laughed softly. "And what am I supposed to do for those 
three years?" 

Bill tossed off his drink and put the glass down on the coffee table near 
the sofa. He was afraid to look into her eyes. How the hell could he tell 
her he was keeping hands off because he loved her? 

"Bill," she whispered, allowing herself to be brought close, her lips next 
to his. "I'm a woman who loves you. 

I want to be loved by you. I can't wait three years." 

"My God!" he gasped. "You aren't one of those cheap tarts. You're someone 
special. I love you, I worship you." He could feel his erection straining to 
break through his pants. 

"You want me," she whispered, her hot breath playing across his lips. "You 
know it. You really want me." 

He could see her fingers moving slowly down along the silken robe covering 
her thighs. God! He did want her. He really wanted her. Why was she doing 
this to him? It was all he could do to keep from tearing her robe off and 
plunging his rampant cock into her virgin twat. Bitch! She knew the effect 
she was having on him. But he wouldn't be responsible for taking her cherry 
before marriage. That wasn't his way. 

"Gail," he gasped, feeling the heat of her lips near his. 

"Yes, Bill," she replied, her tongue licking out and lightly touching his 
lips. 

"Y-you're beautiful ... and I love you." 

"I know you love me," she whispered, kissing his lips, lightly. 

"Please, Gail, don't do this. My willpower's going. The girl I marry has to 
be a virgin." 

"Why?" she wanted to know, literally blowing the word heatedly into his 
mouth. 

"Family tradition," he sighed. 

"Does a piece of paper make that much difference?" she asked. "You know I 
love you. Does it matter whether you take my hymen now, or three years from 
now?" 

"My God, I'm crazy about you," he gasped. 

"That's a lovely thing to say," she cooed, her hand touching his. 

She knew she was getting to him. If she continued this way, she would soon 
have him doing exactly as she wished. Her damp, anxious vagina was aflame 
with desire for him. She could literally feel the burning lust burn its way 
through her body. And with'her hand covering his, she could feel that same 
lust being transmitted to him. She stared straight into his eyes, and 
whispered, "Come on, Bill. Do it! You know you want .to do it." 

Bill almost fell over at the contact of her hand against his. Christ! He 
actually felt a shock from the contact. Oh God! 

She's really asking for it," he thought. "Oh God!" he gasped aloud. 

He could feel her cool, tingling fingers tickling their way across the back 
of his hand. He wanted to pull his hand away, but couldn't. His hard cock 
was throbbing wildly. He wanted to tear that robe off her, throw her down on 
the couch, and fuck the pretty little ass off her. Shit! To hell with family 
tradition. If she could learn to fuck as well as she was beautiful, that 
would be all that would be needed. Christ! He wanted her. 

Gail could see him perspiring. More, she could tell he had come to her right 
after eating, not bothering to shower the grime from his body. Not that it 
bothered her. He smelled of good, honest labor, and she would have spread 
her thighs then and there, had she been certain he would have slammed his 
cock into her. Instead, she decided a hot shower would be just the thing to 
really sway him toward her. She would have offered to enter the shower with 
him, but she knew that would kill the magic. 

"I have a wonderful idea," she whispered. "Why don't you take a quick warm 
shower. I'll bet your underwear is soaking with perspiration. I'll wash it 
in the bathroom sink while you shower. It'll only take a few minutes for 
everything to dry after I drape it over the radiator." 

Bill realized he was burning with anxiety for her in spite of his tiredness, 
yet she was right. He was hot, and sweaty, and tired. A man should never 
consider touching a woman when he's like that. Besides, taking a shower 
might give him a chance to cool off and regain the will power he was so 
swiftly losing. God! The sight of her was driving him crazy. In all the 
world there would never be a more beautiful girl than Gail. 

Before he could think of some kind of reply, she was up on her feet and 
tugging him by his arm. She pulled him off the sofa, strangely oblivious to 
the throbbing pipe of flesh pushing his crotch out. She guided him into the 
bathroom, pulled aside the shower curtain, set the shower dials, then turned 
to him and said, "I'll bring you some fresh towels. When you're out of your 
clothes and in the shower, I'll wash your underwear." 

Bill stood there, totally uncertain as to what to do as she brought the 
towels, then left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Opening the 
door a crack, he could see her taking his empty glass to the small 
kitchenette where she rinsed it out. 

God! Feeling the dampness from the shower, he realized he really did need to 
clean himself. He stripped off his clothes, letting everything fall into a 
heap on the floor, and stepped into the shower. His raging cock was free 
now, a reddish-purplish knob tipping a red stalk. He could see the knob was 
shining with its own secretions as more continued bubbling from the little 
slit. Not wanting it to fall on the bathroom floor, he hurriedly stepped 
into the shower, drawing the curtain tightly closed. He thought about 
jerking off in the shower to take the edge off his excitement, then he 
chastised himself for even thinking about such a thing. He hadn't pulled his 
meat for more than six years, now. 

The warm water ran down his body, front and back, enhancing the desire he 
felt inside. It ran all over him, splashing into his crotch, dripping all 
over his cock, soaking his balls. He quickly grabbed a bar of soap and began 
lathering his body. He lathered his cock all over, thinking if he should 
happen to shoot while soaping himself, he couldn't accuse himself of jerking 
off. 

Then he heard the bathroom door open, and suddenly he saw Gail's shadow 
against the shower curtain as she bent down to pick up his clothing. Then 
the shadow was gone, but so was his hard-on. The mere thought of her 
possibly peering in and seeing him holding his cock had so embarrassed him, 
the erection had abruptly gone down. Besides, suppose he had finished 
pulling on his prong. He would have shot all over her shower curtain, and 
she would have seen it another time. 

Shrugging, he finished lathering his body, then rinsed himself off. He heard 
her near the sink, washing his under things as she had promised. She was 
going to make a wonderful wife. But he didn't have the nerve to go out there 
while she was still in the bathroom. Then he saw her shadow on the shower 
curtain again, as she called out, "Bill, I just put your washed-out 
underwear on the radiator to dry. Are you finished?" 

"Yeah," he called back, turning off the water. 

He stood there, his semi-erect cock still hanging in front of him. He hoped 
she wouldn't do something foolish, like pull back the curtain so she could 
see him naked. 

"Here's a towel," she told him, and he saw her shadow stretch its arms to 
the top of the shower curtain. He caught the fluffy towel as it came over. 

Quickly, he rubbed his body, his movements slowing as he neared his groin. 
He didn't want to raise another erection. After drying off everything but 
the soles of his feet, he draped the towel around his waist, but his 
semi-swollen cock still managed to jut licentiously against the material, 
pushing it out. Stepping out of the shower, he was relieved to find Gail was 
no longer in the bathroom. He noted she had taken his shirt and pants, along 
with his shoes and socks. 

He found a comb and combed his tight hair into place, then opened the 
bathroom door. And there she was, standing there, still wearing nothing but 
a robe. He watched her eyes hungrily wander down to the bulge in the towel, 
and he could see her mind wondering what it looked like. Her breathing was 
heavy, and he sensed she had taken a drink herself. 

"Come on," she whispered. "You can relax while everything dries." 

When he stepped into the room, he noticed she had opened the sofa into a 
bed. He stood there, watching her still stare at his cock, and he realized 
if he tried hiding it, he would look very foolish. But he felt so exposed, 
because his cock had hardened again, and it was throbbing, and the 
pulsations were visible even through the towel. God! God! What was the 
matter with him? Why couldn't he control himself? 

He could feel his blood racing through his body, rumbling in his ears, his 
mind racing with his blood as he felt his emotions run the gamut from 
despair to ecstasy, and back again. 

"...like to rest for a while," her voice said, coming through the throbbing 
in his head. "You worked hard all day and you must be tired." 

She took his arm, her fingers cool against his flesh, and led him into the 
room. Gently, she pushed him backward until he literally fell down on the 
bed, its inviting softness making him realize how tired he really was. 

"Want a rundown?" she asked. 

"D'you mean a massage?" Bill asked, realizing his face was reddening at the 
thought of this lovely girl putting her hands on his body. 

"That's exactly what I mean." Gail nodded, and suddenly her robe opened, and 
the full meaning of her words hit him. 

God! He was staring at those full breasts, those white melons with the 
light-tan nipples and the large, very tight aureoles. They were the most 
beautiful breasts he had ever seen. This was the fourth time he was looking 
at them, and he was no less amazed now than before at how solidly they stood 
up. But this was the first time he had glimpsed her body below the waist, 
and the sight almost caused his eyes to literally jump out of his head. Her 
white belly with the dimpled navel was wonderfully flat, and everything 
seemed to point to the light-brown bush covering her mons veneris. The 
growth was thick and lush, though when she parted her thighs, even from this 
angle, half lying on his back, he could see there was no hair around her 
pink pussylips. The pubic pout looked wonderfully desirable, and he knew 
he'd never seen anything quite so lovely on any other woman. He could see 
the rich coral slit between her pink lips, noting the way the soft curling 
brown hair above seemed to form a protective umbrella over everything. The 
white flesh of her inner thighs were columns leading into the pink wetness, 
the flesh, firm and taut. 

Gail moved closer, standing right next to the supine Bill, making no attempt 
to close her robe, allowing his eyes to remain locked on her throbbing cunt 
while her own eyes remained locked on the swelling under the towel around 
his waist. She wanted him to be insane with lust for her. God! She could see 
he had a long cock, but she wanted it longer and thicker, until it was 
almost ready to burst. She wanted him so hungry for her, he would not only 
rape her, but never regret it, afterward. More important, she was certain, 
once his cock buried itself in her steaming cunt, he would come back for 
more and more, and never be able to let go of her. 

Gail could feel her own hot vaginal oil begin to seep into the rich pink 
folds of her vagina's lips. She was ready for his cock, but she had to make 
sure he was ready for her. Fully aware he was far more experienced than she, 
knowing there would be some pain when he broke her hymen she still wanted to 
feel the joys of her clasping cunt lips around his rampaging cock. It was 
nearly time to give herself to him. Flaming, lust-maddened desire was 
working its way through her. 

Pushing Bill farther onto the bed, she made him stretch his legs out. He, 
embarrassed, turned on his stomach, pressing his swollen dork between his 
belly and the mattress, with the towel still in-between. The rest of the 
towel was tightly wrapped around his ass as her fingers began kneading and 
pressing his back muscles. God! He was a strong one, all right. She kneaded 
very gently, touching here and there with soft fingertips, enjoying his 
moans of rapture. Her long, slender fingers ran up and down the flesh on his 
back, making loving little circles, the deep brown of his body a strong 
contrast to the white of her hands. Neither of them said anything at this 
point. Gail knew words might break the spell, and Bill couldn't think of a 
thing to say. 

And then Bill felt a new pressure on the bed as Gail joined him on the 
mattress, one of her knees moving between his thighs as she leaned over his 
back, her wonderful fingers continuing their pleasurable massage. He felt 
another new sensation as the silky material of her robe brushed his thighs, 
the wispy contact so totally different from the gentle pressure of her 
fingers. 

He almost jumped when he felt the next sensation. His body shuddered 
lustfully as she slid back a bit, while sitting on one of his thighs, 
letting her soft, wet cunt lips suck on his flesh, while her wispy pubic 
hair tickled him. Warm explosions of wanton excitement trammeled their way 
through him as the hot lower lips lightly grazed his sensitive flesh, moving 
back and forth, leaving beads of vaginal seepage on his flesh. 

What's the matter with me? Bill asked himself. Why am I allowing her to 
degrade herself this way? He felt his heart pounding madly as his loins 
began heaving and rolling in response to her vaginal pressure. His hard cock 
seemed to be stiffening even more, if such a thing were possible. It wildly 
throbbed and pulsated as he pounded his fists into the mattress to keep 
himself from yelling out his passions. 

The licentiously teasing brown-haired girl wore a tight smile on her 
stunning face as Bill began responding to the movements of her body. Her 
robe was totally open now, her full, taut orbs swaying in a tight little 
circle over his towel-covered ass. Her nipples were filled with blood, rigid 
and extended. She was almost fully out of her mind with her need for him. 
Funny little tingles in her slit let her know her clitoris was hard and 
throbbing, just like his cock. It seemed to extend out all by itself, moving 
aside the protective folds of pink tissue, straining to touch the tan flesh 
of Bill's thigh. 

He's not quite ready, she gasped to herself. Not yet, not yet, uuunnnhhh! 
Goddd! 

Her entire body was a pyre of living flame. She was burning up and felt she 
would soon be utterly consumed by the blistering fire seeping through her 
seething cunt. It was reaching up into the farthest corners of her brain. 

Not yet, she thought. Not yet. God, let me hold out just a little bit 
longer, to make sure he's ready. Please, please, please! 

She felt as if her eyes were boring into the back she was massaging. Her 
mind tried to imagine how it would feel to have his wonderful, thick, 
blood-swollen shaft buried in her seething cunt. She could picture it 
sliding into her flaming pussy, thick cords of veins swollen as blood pumped 
into the millions of tiny sacs, running up to the huge dome, thick, magenta, 
with a velvety feel to it. She was certain the head of the cock would feel 
like velvet. After having seen pictures of it, she was sure the texture 
would be unlike any other part of the male body. The tip would be soaking 
wet, covered with his own viscous dampness, while the hot point, once inside 
her, would swell and throb until it shot that funny-looking white stuff into 
her. She had seen pictures of women with the stuff smeared all over their 
mouths, loving the taste of it. It made her wonder just what the jizz tasted 
like. Well hell, she would soon find out. Once she convinced Bill to take 
her cherry, she would be able to convince him to fuck her in all her holes. 

Saliva filled her mouth as she imagined how tasty it must be. God! Yes! She 
wanted the cock in her mouth as well as in her cunt. Yes, yes, it would all 
be so wonderful. 

Her body was suddenly flung off his, dumped unceremoniously onto her back. 
Then he rose over her, using his hands to pull her robe aside so he could 
look at her all the better. She made no move whatsoever to cover her body, 
leaving her full tits and sopping pussy totally exposed to his anxious eyes. 
She shut her eyes, feeling hot, wet pulsations in her anxious pussy, the 
smooth, never-touched inner walls rubbing together in their virgin tightness 
as her pubes writhed in anxious anticipation. 

Jesus! She felt like reaching up with her hand and grabbing under that 
towel, feeling what it was like to hold a hot, hard cock in her hand. But 
the warning voice in her mind told her to go very slowly. 

"Fuck me!" she said involuntarily. "Come on, fuck me, Bill." 

"No, Gail. No, you know it isn't right. I have to prove I have a certain 
amount of self-control. What kind of a man would I be if I gave in to the 
urgings of my body," he replied. 

"Bill, if you love me at all, you'll fuck me. You'll fuck me right now." 

She was reaching up and pulling his body against hers, kissing his lips, 
licking his gums, teasing his own tongue. Her hand reached down and tore the 
towel from his body as she wrapped her thighs around him. She felt the 
heavy, swollen point of his throbbing dork pressing into the hairy triangle 
on her pelvis, just a bit too high. If she could maneuver her own body a 
little higher, she would be able to fit the cock into her, she was sure of 
it. 

"No ... Gail ... no ... you don't know what you're doing," he told her, yet 
he lay on top of her, his body not moving, his cock still trembling. His 
words were totally unconvincing, even to himself. She knew what she was 
doing, just as he knew. "Fuck me," she begged. 

"Goddamn you, I'm only human," he sobbed. "Don't do this to me." 

"I want you to fuck me," she said, the words decisive and even. "Put that 
cock into my cunt. Do it, now!" 

"Damn you, stop this," Bill gasped. 

"The hell I will," she snapped, and rolled him over, throwing her body on 
top of his. "Now, you lie back, relax. I'm going to make you feel 
wonderful." 

"Huh? Gail, what are you going to do?" 

"I'm going to prime that cock of yours like it's never been primed before. 
I'm going to put it between my lips and suck on it. You just lie there." 

"Gail, that's obscene," he gasped, but she noted he simply lay there, 
unmoving. 

Kissing his cock would be the only way to convince him to fuck her. If she 
sucked on it long enough, it would be so rampant, he'd sink it right into 
her sucking cunny. And from his actions she could tell he wanted it, in 
spite of anything he had said. 

Tugging his unmoving thighs apart, she slid down, bringing her face close to 
his pelvis. He had done a good job of showering. She smelled the pleasant 
scent of her deodorant soap. Now, for the first time she had an opportunity 
to see his throbbing cock. And what a cock it was. It was between 
seven-and-a-half and eight inches in length, and nearly three inches around 
in breadth. 

The head was a bright lavender, and the pole itself was a rampant red with 
thick blue veins lacing their way around the organ again and again. The skin 
itself was smooth, and the purple dome was covered with the leaking 
substance she had known would cover it. Yes, she had him completely aroused, 
all right. 

Placing her left hand on his belly, she slid her right hand between his 
thighs, then slowly brought her hands together clutching his thick, 
trembling cock between them, feeling the heat. She felt his belly muscles 
ladder and she was aware of the flooding, fiery sensations pouring through 
him. She was getting to him, as she had hoped. He writhed, insane with want, 
and as her clutch on his cock tightened, she could feel the shuddering 
vibrations within. She slid her right hand down and cupped the wrinkled, 
hairy scrotum, letting her fingertips follow each individual wrinkle to its 
endless conclusion. Her palm cupped each of his balls in turn, lightly 
massaging them. 

Working her long fingers with a sensual skill inborn, she began teasing his 
testicles and his throbbing phallus. She listened to her lover gasp as her 
tight fingers slid up and down the solid length of his throbbing cock, and 
decided this was the time for her to use her tongue. Leaning forward, she 
brought her lips to an inch from the heavy lilac head, and she slowly 
exhaled, sending warm breath over the solid dome of rubbery flesh. Tiny 
droplets of sticky lubrication oozed from the dilated slit. They looked like 
little pearls of sugar, and she was determined to taste their sweetness. Her 
tongue flicked out against the tip of his throbbing, stretched cock. The 
instant her tongue made contact, the penis twitched, making her left hand 
clutch the base all the more tightly. She could feel the stirring thrills in 
his swollen, bloated balls, and she continued gently rolling them in her 
right hand as if they were round dice. All the while, her hot tongue applied 
only its point to the underside of his throbbing cock, feeling it twitch 
violently from the little bit of pressure she was applying. 

Bill was totally out of his skull with sensation, and stared down the length 
of his body to look at the face of the lovely Gail, trembling as her tongue 
flicked in and out of her sensuous mouth, covering the heavy cock with the 
sticky wetness of her sputum. That, added to the sensational contact of her 
wandering fingers around the weighty scrotum made him quiver with delightful 
thrills. 

Jesus! He'd fucked his share of high-school twat, and he'd lapped his share 
of nookie. He'd had his cock sucked countless times, but none of it seemed 
to mean a thing compared to what was happening at the moment. Christ! Love 
did crazy things to a man, or else Gail really had a mouth that was better. 
Shit! He knew better than to think she had ever done anything like this 
before. Yet she was doing it better than all those other, experienced cunts. 
How was he to know she had studied those photo books she had picked up in a 
midtown store until she knew exactly what to do. Hell! She had even bought a 
dildo and practiced with it, licking and lapping it, feeling the texture of 
it in her mouth. 

Gail decided a real cock was ten times better than any dildo, despite their 
shapes being exactly the same. The smell, the feel, and the taste of living 
flesh was so wonderful. 

She tugged on the taut skin, feeling it respond as no dildo was able. Her 
fingers could feel the wild excitement increasing with the growing rate of 
his heartbeat. Turning her head to the side, she began sliding the flat of 
her tongue up and down the full length of his throbbing cock, along the 
underside. She soaked it with her saliva, making it shine and glisten. 

Now her mouth hovered over the swollen point, and her tongue began lapping 
into the tiny slit. Though there was little taste to the fluid seeping from 
his cock, in her mind it was a delightful thing, and so she sucked and 
licked, feeling excitement reach all the way into her. Moisture was dripping 
down the insides of her white, pillarly thighs as her vagina pulsated from 
the mere idea of finally having this stolid stanchion plugged into her. Soon 
now, very soon, he would be fucking her. But until he was ready, she wanted 
to make him realize how wonderful she was, and what a fantastic time he'd 
been missing by treating her like some marble statue to be worshiped. 

In a way, it was her own fault. She had no one but herself to blame for the 
way she first behaved when he started taking her out. She was the who had 
consistently refused his advances. But she hadn't been mentally ready those 
first dates. Her mind had been filled with the righteousness and goodness 
her parents and minister had always preached. She'd had no idea they 
preached all that garbage from ignorance. Oddly, it had taken her sister, 
then only thirteen, to explain how wrong she had been in her thinking. The 
funny part of it was, Judy adored her and usually did whatever she did. But 
this was the one time Judy had taken the lead. Not that the younger girl had 
surrendered her virginity. But she knew all about erotic play; about 
cocksucking and cunt lapping. She had been in the middle of a cocksucking 
session when Gail had walked in on her one day. Gail had been angry at her, 
at first, but Judy had explained how much fun a thing like that could be, 
and since no one was really getting hurt, how bad could it be? 

Gail asked that question to herself half a hundred times before finally 
coming to see Judy's viewpoint. From then on, her entire outlook had 
changed, and she was the one trying to con Bill into taking her to bed. But 
by then, Bill had fallen madly in love with her and, determined to marry 
her, had held her virginity to be a prize above all things, to be plucked on 
the wedding night. 

Tonight, Gail would show him how wrong he had been. Tonight, she would make 
him fuck her. Once she had him beyond his self-control, he would turn into 
her slave. 

Touching her tongue to the underside of his throbbing pecker's slick head, 
feeling the little knot back there, she opened her lips wide, making a hood 
of her mouth, slowly covering the pulsing prick. Her rich, thick, red lips 
closed tightly around the thickness of the heavy organ, and she lowered her 
head, filling the empty cavity of her mouth with the sweet cockflesh. Her 
tongue licked with maddening intensity, running up and down, back and forth 
over the sensitive tip. She could feel gobs of lube oil gushing up to meet 
her licking tongue as she wrapped the hot lingual organ tightly around the 
pulsating prong. 

Bill was unable to believe what he was seeing. His Gail, his beautiful Gail, 
his goddess, was sucking his cock into her mouth as if she were some kind of 
trollop. God! Even the oval of her mouth looked so lovely as it gobbled in 
the shivering point of his swollen cock. He gasped aloud, feeling wild 
shudders radiate through his trembling body. The moans made Gail happy, 
letting her know she was accomplishing what she had set out to do. Slowly 
she forced her ovaled mouth lower, sucking in more of the heavy whang. She 
had fully one third of the heavy meat prong in her mouth before she began 
bobbing her head, moving up and down, filling her mouth with his thickness, 
trying to push more in, never realizing how narrow her oral cavity was until 
this moment. She pulled with her lips and teeth, sucking on the blood-filled 
flesh. God! It was so thick. She'd never imagined a cock could be this 
thick. She felt the heavy dome scraping her palate as it pressed against her 
throat. God! How would it be possible for her to fit such thickness into her 
gullet. 

Bill sighed again as the heat of her mouth sent electrical flashes of 
feeling shooting through the entire length of his rock-hard penis, and the 
throbbing sensations of enjoyment seemed to echo right back up the fleshy 
tower, as if moving from the fingers she still had clutched around the base, 
right through the tip into her mouth. Her tongue was a blistering flame, 
knowing every part of his cock, as if it had done this many times before. 
Her lips and teeth seemed to tug on his entire inner being, as if trying to 
make him shoot more than sperm. She seemed to want to taste his soul. The 
delightful sensations were so marvelous, he knew something was going to 
happen very quickly, though he wasn't quite certain what it would be. 

He stared at her lovely head, her beautiful face attached to him as her 
mouth bobbed up and down, sucking his tense dick. Her tongue was a slithery 
flame, and it seemed able to touch every sensitive part of his trembling 
cock from the inside. Her pressuring lips and nipping teeth seemed to be 
sucking his very being out through the hole in the tip of his prong. Her 
head continued moving up and down, picking up speed, and he felt he might 
shoot into her mouth than and there. He did his best to restrain himself, 
but her long, soft brown hair fell around her face and touched his belly and 
thighs as her mouth continued moving up and down more and more rapidly, and 
he knew he was fighting a losing battle. And that would be bad, because Bill 
had always thought of blow-job artists as the lowest kind of women, who 
didn't deserve respect. If he did come in her mouth, he knew he would lose 
the love he had for her. 

Gail, sucking the thick shaft deeper and deeper into her hungering mouth, 
started a regulated movement, and each time her head went down, she took a 
fraction of an inch more of cock into her mouth until the thick prick-head 
was pressing against her esophagus, almost choking her. Lifting her head 
until only the ball of his cock-head remained in her mouth, she then clamped 
down with her teeth and pushed her head as far down as she could go. The 
stem of his throbbing prong had white streaks running all the way down, and 
the became even whiter as the pressure of her teeth sank a little deeper on 
the way up. The white, bloodless toothyness filled with blood after, turning 
from white to rich red. She had to stop and swallow her own saliva more than 
once as it dribbled freely from her mouth onto the hand she used to grip the 
shuddering cock. Now her pumping hand moved in time with her mouth, riding 
to the top of his shaft as her lips went to surround the plum-like tip, then 
moving to the base as her mouth sank back down again. The head and hand 
moved swiftly, now, sucking and pulling together. His balls were becoming 
tighter and tighter as the wrinkled sac pulled up into his groin while the 
testicles, themselves, swelled. The pressure of his sperm was beginning to 
make itself felt. She realized he was about to come. Yes, make him come, 
give him a climax, make him shoot like he'd never shot before, and then he 
would do anything she wished. She had him, now. She sucked all the faster 
and harder, tugging and nodding as his steel-solid cock plunged in and out 
of her wetness of her sucking mouth. 

The thrills pouring through his body seemed to increase with mounting 
intensity as the curly-haired man struggled to keep his sperm inside his 
body. His excitement not only came from the thrilling manipulations of 
Gail's voracious mouth, but from seeing her beautifully naked body, as well. 
Her soft flesh, satin-smooth, seemed to shine in the lamp still on, and he 
could sense the tightening and loosening of her ass-cheeks, moving in rhythm 
to the way she was sucking his cock. Her large breasts dangled under her 
like two quivering bowls of wonderful fruit, the tan nipples solid and 
standing out. He was unable to see the patch of light-brown hair on her 
pelvis, tapering in toward her rich pink vagina. God! He wanted to fuck that 
cunt. Yes, yes, he realized now he very much wanted to fuck that cunt. He 
had been wanting to fuck it for more than two years now, and like a fool he 
had been restraining himself. God! To think, he could live been plundering 
that sweet nookie for two years, but like a fool he'd held himself back. Now 
he could feel his solid member sinking deeper and deeper into her throat, 
and it made him writhe in delicious agony. This was all becoming too much 
for him. The cords in his thighs stood out as his muscles became taut and he 
felt the sperm boil up, ready to explode. 

Gail had become totally involved in the sucking of Bill's throbbing cock. 
The pulsating rod of flesh seemed to become a part of her, and she could 
feel the boiling seed stirring around in the balls, below. She wanted it. 
She wanted to drink Bill's sperm, for part of him would become part of her, 
forever. She yearned to feel the heavy wad shoot up into her throat, and 
then slide down her gullet into her belly. She wanted to taste the 
stickiness and see what was wonderful about it. Was it sweet? Was it salty? 
Was it sour? Was it bitter? How did it taste? 

She could sense the blood-swollen glans enlarging even more, and she knew he 
was going to come. He was going to give her his semen. Her head sank lower, 
and her throat actually opened, taking in part of the thick phallic head 
while her hand pumped maddeningly. She felt the seed start to bubble up, 
making the final journey through his body as it moved up the tube in the 
underside of his phallic wand, heading for the tiny slit. 

"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" Bill screamed, arching his hips up off the 
mattress, screaming aloud as his entire body seemed to explode with 
pleasure. His throbbing cock seemed to swell and thicken in the heated 
depths of Gail's sucking mouth as the pleasure-giving sensation raced along 
with the sperm and blasted from his swollen cock-head. 

Bill couldn't believe what was happening. He stared, wide-eyed as, the woman 
he loved sucked voraciously on his pulsing prick, drinking the flaming 
liquid that spurted from the tip. Her mouth pulled and sucked, forming a 
tight vacuum around the stem of his cock. She didn't let a single drop slip 
by as she continued drinking. He felt as if she were a cannibal, gobbling 
his cock raw from the inside, but he didn't care. He was willing to let her 
eat all of him. Christ! It felt so fantastic. He'd had no idea a head-job 
could be this good. 

Drinking down what felt like gallons of come-cream, feeling it all squirt 
down her throat, Gail licked around the head, hoping the white wine flowing 
from his cock would never stop. Her hand continued pumping on the organ, 
sucking the seeping liquid from the phallic tip, drinking, drinking, 
drinking. And when it was finally over, she purred as she licked all over 
the shrunken rubbery flesh to get every last drop of the liquid. She was a 
cat lapping up all traces of milk from the pipeline originally releasing it. 

Bill fell back on the bed, his head spinning. He no longer knew what to 
think. God! She had blown him like a goddamn whore, and she had enjoyed 
every bit of it, just as a whore might. Yet she was his Gail, the girl he 
had loved for two years. 

Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe he could teach her nice girls didn't do 
things like this. There was still hope. She had her cherry. It was the last 
vestige of decency left in her. With that hymen, he could still marry her 
and explain to her the right and the wrong of everything. 

Gail, thinking his total enjoyment of her blow-job had subjugated him to her 
will, bent forward and kissed his lips, expecting him to use his tongue to 
lick any vestiges of cream from her mouth, Instead, she saw him recoil. 

"Didn't you like it?" she asked, teasingly. 

"You know better than to ask such a thing," he told her. "I enjoyed it 
immensely." 

"Good. Let's wait a while, then we can make it grow, and you can use it on 
me. I mean, I'm entitled to some satisfaction, too." 

"Gail, don't you understand? What you did just now is what tramps and 
prostitutes do. Decent girls don't go sucking men off." 

"Bill darling, you aren't just a man. You're a special man. I can suck your 
cock because you're my man. You and I are part of one another." 

"Gail, I still want to marry you..." 

"I can understand that," she said, apprehensively. 

"But it still has to wait until I've been graduated from college." 

"Of course. But that doesn't mean we can't go on loving one another until 
then. Come on, Bill. We each think of the other as something special. Well I 
want to see you behave like a real caveman. I want you to sweep me off my 
feet, I want you to throw me onto the bed, and I want you to take that 
wonderful cock of yours, when it hardens again ... and I want you to cram it 
into me, filling me until I scream. God! After what I did for you, surely 
you can understand my need for an orgasm." 

"Goddammit, Gail, ifs wrong!" 

"Well why the hell is it wrong?" she snapped. "Surely I'm. entitled to some 
kind of satisfaction. I mean, you didn't seem to object to what was 
happening while you were in the process of shooting that hot sperm down my 
throat. God! I even recall feeling your hand on my head, as if forcing my 
head down while you shot your load into my mouth. Bill, I'm burning up. I 
need to be satisfied. You must be able to understand that." 

"All I know is, you'll have to restrain your passions until after we're 
married." 

"You son of a bitch!" she screamed. "Either you build another hard-on in one 
helluva hurry, or you get your mouth down here and do for me what I did for 
you. I'm not going to be frustrated because you're an uptight boor." 

"Gail baby, stop talking like that. We've waited a lifetime. Is two or three 
more years that long to really wait?" 

"Two or three years? Billy baby, you've gotta be kidding. I came to the city 
to escape small-town morality. I don't want to wait two years, two months, 
two weeks, two days, or even two minutes. I want something now N.O.W. now." 

"Gail," Bill said, going to the radiator and finding his clothes dry. "You 
and I will have to talk this out when you're more rational. I want you to 
see a psychoanalyst. I'll pay for it all, but I want you completely 
straightened out." 

"What you want is for me to become like my mother, or maybe, your mother. 
Well I'm sorry, Bill. But I left that behind when I left home. I'm not a 
churchgoer. I'm not one who goes to religious socials, nor am I one 
who-likes square-dancing. I like nightclubs, restaurants, and swinging. I 
was willing to keep my swinging down to one man; you. But you're still stuck 
on hometown morality." 

"Gail, stop talking like this. I love you. I can't stand to see you behaving 
this way." 

"Bill," she snapped, lying on the bed and parting her thighs. "Here's my 
cunt. Prove you love me. Either get that cock hard and stick it into me, or 
start eating. Either way will tell me you love me." 

Slipping into his underwear, Bill shook his head, saying, "Maybe my morality 
is kind of small town. Perhaps I do need to be brought around to a new way 
of thinking. But what you want isn't quite right, either. You're pushing too 
fast, and you're pushing too far." 

"You really are a bastard. Here I went and sucked that boner of yours dry, 
and now, after it's all over, you have the balls to chew me out and tell me 
I'm wrong. Well I have news for you, Bill Barth. I came to New 

York to make it and I'm going to make it, and I don't need the-likes of you. 
So do me a big favor, finish dressing, and get the hell on out of my life." 

"Gail," Bill quietly said. "We can work it out." 

"No way, small-town man. I intend living my life to please Gail Warren. 
Tomorrow, I'm going out into the world and try to find out what life is all 
about. I don't need a creep like you pulling me back, telling me what's 
right and wrong. Sorry, Bill," she told him, pointing to the door, "I don't 
need you in my life." 

At this moment, Bill suddenly realized how close he was to losing Gail. To 
hell with what anyone else said. He suddenly realized he had no intention of 
letting some other man fuck that beautiful body or allow those wonderful 
lips to wrap themselves around another man's cock. She had to be his, no 
matter what the cost to his own self-respect. 

"I still want to marry you," he told her, "in spite of everything that's 
happened." 

"In spite of?" she screamed, standing naked with the door wide open. "You 
dumb jerk. I did all this so you would marry me because of, not in spite of. 
I loved you. I wanted to do everything with you and for you. My God! Sucking 
your penis was the most thrilling thing to ever happen to me. And you make 
me feel like some common prostitute. Get the hell out of here." 

Bill was dressed, and he could see all his dreams with Gail suddenly 
shattering. His whole world was beginning to fall apart. Not only was he 
losing Gail, herself, but his mind suddenly realized he was also losing the 
best head-artist he had ever known. God! He had no doubt her cunt would be 
very bit as good. Now she was taking it all away from him, simply because he 
was trying to show her the respect he thought she deserved. 

"I'm leaving, for now," he told her. "But someday you'll need me, and I'll 
be back." 

"Don't count on it," she snapped. "I'm going to find some real men, who 
really know how to love a girl." 

Feeling inwardly hurt, Bill walked out and Gail slammed the door behind him. 
Then she went to the bed, fell on it, and cried. After all she'd done for 
him, she was still unsatisfied. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Angry, Gail got to her feet and went to her dresser, the one piece of 
bedroom furniture in the room. Opening the top drawer, she took out the 
plastic-wrapped dildo. Removing the plastic, she carried it into the 
bathroom and carefully washed it. God! It looked so much like Bill's cock, 
only it wasn't quite as long or as thick. When she had bought the dildo she 
had thought it wise to get one as close to "normal" size as possible. 

Although she had sucked it, practicing licking it until she had fellating 
down to an art, she had never tried pushing it into her vagina. Well tonight 
was going to be different. If she couldn't have Bill's cock in there, at 
least she could have one of her own. It had elastic testicles which she 
could fill with some liquid or other, if she were so inclined, but she 
wasn't in the mood to have hot water shot into her body. She noticed it did 
have a tiny slit in the tip with an upraised lip around it, just like a real 
cock. God! Staring at it reminded her how much she had enjoyed sucking on 
Bill's penis. God! God! She would bury the thing so far into her cunt, it 
would come out her throat. No! No! She wouldn't deflorate herself. She would 
put it in a little way, rub it in and out until she came, but she wouldn't 
break her own hymen. That was a job for a real cock. She refused to deny 
herself that particular pleasure. 

Her hand trailed along the thick organ. Soft foam rubber, it was almost warm 
to her touch, perhaps because she had washed it in hot water. She shut her 
eyes as her fingers wrapped themselves around the rubbery shaft. God! It 
felt real. The only thing missing was the heavy pulsations. Her right hand 
grabbed the heavy base to keep it steady. Christ! It really was almost 
alive. It had a nice circumcised feel to it, but the outer foam rubber was 
so much like the loose layer of outer skin on Bill's thick dick. She could 
feel it slide up and down as her fingers jerked back and forth. 

Bringing the instrument close to her face, Gail opened her eyes, marveling 
at the amazing detail, right down to the winding veins. They didn't seem to 
look exactly the way the veins did on Bill's cock, but recalling the photos 
she had seen of other cocks, she realized different veins were visible on 
different cocks. 

As if the rubber monster had a life of its own, it came closer and closer to 
her face, rubbing up and down on her left cheek, the head moving closer and 
closer to her mouth. She was so used to sucking it, the rubber erection 
seemed to move as if of its own volition to the hole to which it had become 
accustomed. She licked her lips nervously, feeling the heat in her body 
being stoked up again. At any moment she expected to feel the head of the 
dildo force its way between her lips. She would suck it as diligently as she 
had Bill's cock, and it would shoot that exquisite semen down her throat. 

Abruptly, snapping out of her stupor, Gail dropped the dildo onto the bed. 
She didn't know what to do. Oh God! She needed some kind of satisfaction, 
but she didn't want to finger her clit again. 

And then her eyes fell on the plastic in which the dildo had been wrapped, 
and she noticed a folded piece of paper inside. Removing the paper, she 
noticed it was a sheet of instructions on the best way to use the dildo. It 
showed how to fill the artificial testicles with whatever liquid she wished, 
but there was something else she saw of which she had not been aware, 
before. Now she began to understand what it was that made the dildo feel 
even heavier than it really was. At the base of the penile instrument there 
was a small opening, and inside the opening was a battery. A small twist of 
the dildo, and it would vibrate. 

Gail twisted, and suddenly the instrument began pulsating in her hands, just 
as Bill's cock had done earlier. Yes, yes, now it was every bit as good as a 
real cock. It seemed to dance obscenely in her hands. 

As if hypnotized, she lay down on the bed. Her thighs seemed to spread wide 
of their own volition, and she could feel the licentious desires building in 
her as never before. She was going to have a cock inside her. Even if it 
wasn't going all the way into her, it would go in enough to let her know how 
it felt to have something so marvelous inside her. Her light tan nipples 
swelled all by themselves, jutting straight out, pointing back a little 
because her breasts, for all their weight and fullness, were slightly 
uptilted. 

Her free hand came up and lovingly began caressing her nipples, remembering 
how wonderful it was to have Bill's hands on them. The other hand, still 
gripping the pulsating dildo, began moving the artificial organ around her 
inner thighs, feeling the way it vibrated against her flesh. She worked it 
closer and closer to her tight cunt, and the vibrations, moving up her thigh 
seemed to vellicate into her labial folds, making her clitoris peer out to 
see what was going on. It strained itself up from the hood of tissue 
covering it. God! She wanted to shut her eyes and imagine it was Bill, but 
her eyes remained wide open as her head now lay against the sofa back, 
staring at every wonderful inch of the vibrating shaft. Her thighs spread 
apart all the wider, forcing the soft, outer labia to finally part, exposing 
the tight, narrow, never-before-entered vaginal orifice. She could feel the 
flesh around her hole rippling in anticipation of what was to come. Her free 
hand slid down from her tits, and her middle finger began involuntarily 
sliding through her pubic hair, moving down, touching her clitoris, then 
slithering along the full length of her pink trough. She could feel how 
tight and close the entrance to her cunt seemed to be; so narrow she thought 
her own finger would have difficulty entering. Her finger touched the 
entrance, then pulled away as if it had pressed something red-hot. She could 
feel the warm, vibrating point of the artificial cock pressing in, trying to 
push her finger aside as it continued the slow, tantalizing approach to her 
anxious twat. Her heaving pelvis thrust forward to meet the oncoming, 
erotically vibrating organ. She felt the probing tip pause in its journey as 
it poised itself directly outside the pulsating entrance to her anxious 
cunt. As the erection lay there, Gail thought of it as being attached to a 
man, a faceless man she had yet to meet. He would be a real man, totally 
unafraid of penetrating her vagina with his cock, and willing to make mad, 
passionate love to her whenever she needed it. She could see his faceless 
head, directly over her, and she could almost feel the grin forming on the 
face she was unable to see. 

Her hand, beyond the control of her brain, began thrusting forward, and the 
throbbing cock began inching its way into the tightness of her tender 
nookie, stretching the narrow opening, making it wider than she had believed 
such a thing could stretch. She cried out, feeling pain at being so widely 
opened, but with the pain there was trembling pleasure as the thick, round 
probe slowly bored its way into her. Fantastic shivers of heated rapture ran 
rampantly through her body. 

Christ! She wanted to fuck it all into her, despite the mounting pain. There 
was the agony of her vaginal walls being stretched all out of proportion. 
God! If Bill had done this, she would have been in even more agony, because 
his cock was even thicker. Oh God! It hurt! But it was such a wonderful 
hurt. Yes, it was so wonderful. 

She tried forcing her thighs wider apart, thinking this might ease the pain 
a little, while maintaining the pleasure at its present level. Her ragged, 
pink, inner lips welcomed the vibrating monster between them, sucking on it 
as hungrily as a babe nursing at its mother's nipple. 

And then there was the unbearable pain as the head of the vibrating cock 
touched, for a brief instant, her hymen. Her entire body jumped and she 
almost pulled the stiff staff right out. Good God! The pain was awful. She 
would have to be careful not to thrust the dildo in that far again. God! 

Her thighs clamped tightly closed around the artificial violator, 
imprisoning the hand holding it as well. Using her wrist, she moved the 
dildo in and out a solid two inches, feeling the vibrating head rub against 
all four dilated walls at once. Her body shivered and trembled as her cuntal 
passage widened a little to better accommodate the moving dildo. Lord! It 
was like being skewered by a Sequoia log. Nothing in her life had ever 
prepared her for the formidable breadth of the cock, though compared to 
Bill's it was almost skinny. The three inches inserted into her frothing 
tunnel seemed to have become a part of her body, pressuring every sensitive 
nerve-ending in the part of her seething nookie it touched. It seemed to 
brutally rub back and forth inside her. 

"Uuuunnngggghhhh!" she gasped as the smooth tip continued teasing her upper 
vaginal wall, sending swells of agonizing delight through her anxious body. 
Waves of delightful pain still moved through all her limbs, filling her 
stomach with the need to feel even more cock. The blistering oils of her 
vagina flooded around the artificial cock, wetting it down, lubricating it. 
The mad vibrations as the head wildly shuddered through her made her twist 
and turn. 

"God! God! God!" she gasped in thrilling ecstasy as the pulsating organ 
tickled each wall at the same time, bucking and throbbing inside her, 
sending insane vacillations rippling madly through her naked flesh. Her body 
felt as if it were being boiled, broiled, roasted, and braised all at the 
same time. 

"Aaaannnngggg!" she screeched, pulling her knees up and back, then bringing 
them down to touch her large, naked breasts. Her free hand pressed against 
her clitoris, rubbing it madly, making it tingle in time to the way she was 
thrusting the cock in and out of her seething chamber. And then it touched 
her hymen again, making her jump and screech at the same time. 

Her anguished hand frantically pulled on the massive rubber cock, yanking it 
from her hungry cunt to let the anguish within settle down. She rubbed the 
head against her trembling clitoris, rubbing up and down, up and down, 
massaging the shivering rubber against her trembling man-in-the-boat. Then 
she fitted the bloated head back into her dribbling cunt, feeling it pulsate 
against her crushing pussy walls as it smoothly wormed its way three inches 
into her. 

Gail felt her body on fire, leaping and gyrating in lewd movements as the 
stiff dildo swiftly plunged in and out. Her hand could feel the rubber 
balls, so real, almost exactly like Bill's, and she squeezed them again and 
again. Jesus! If she ever squeezed Bill's balls this way, he'd scream to the 
heavens. The hand not holding the dildo spread itself wide, with her thumb 
still pressing on her clitoris, while the pinky touched her hairless 
ass-hole, feeling the way it expanded and contracted as she bounced her body 
up and down. 

Letting go of her clitoris, feeling the orgasm building inside her vaginal 
chamber for the first time, she probed with her forefinger, touching her 
ass-hole. Oh God! That felt good. She lifted her ass-cheeks a little higher 
and pushed a little harder with her forefinger, probing a bit more deeply 
into the tight rectal opening. Juices from her anxious cunt were seeping 
along her asscrack, running into her rectum. Now a lot of it began covering 
her forefinger, oiling it. She pressed the finger into the tight, crushing 
anal opening, wincing a little at the new pain she felt. Nothing had ever 
penetrated her anal interior before. But as she began sliding her finger in 
and out, she felt new, wonderful, heightening pleasures. She could feel the 
mad vibrations of the humming dildo as her vaginal passageway trembled. Her 
finger, in her ass, probed a little deeper, and she found she could press 
against one wall of her anus and feel the vibrations from the dildo coming 
through. Now she began synchronizing the movement of finger and phallus, 
furiously working them in and out together. Yes, yes, this was doing it. 
This was bringing on her long-awaited orgasm. She could feel it welling up 
in her vagina. God! This was going to be the best climax she ever had 
despite the idiocy of Bill Barth. 

"AAAIIIYYYEEEAAAGGGHHH!" Gail shouted, tugging her finger out of her rectum 
as she found wild, tickling sensations building in there. She felt her ass 
ready to climax, as well, and with the vaginal orgasm overwhelming her, she 
didn't think her body ready to handle an anal one as well. 

Her body writhed and jumped with the vibrating cock still moving in and out. 
She bucked insanely, coming and coming and coming. Oh God! How could that 
idiot Bill have denied her this feeling. And if the dildo had filled her 
entire cunt, it would have been even better. Christ! If Bill had been there 
and had fucked her, she would have had a truly ultimate climax. 

That son of a bitch, she thought, while at the peak of her orgasm. And then 
it was all shattered by a knock at the door. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The sound of someone knocking on her door at ten o'clock in the evening, 
while her mind had been concentrating solely on her own body pleasures, 
smashed through her consciousness like a mailed fist. The pleasures of her 
body seemed to drop like heavy weights, and she felt herself partially 
unfulfilled. 

Goddamn! she thought to herself. If that son of a bitch, Bill Barth, had 
come back to apologize, she'd slap his rotten face. He picked one hell of a 
time to interrupt. 

Throwing on her robe and belting it, she pushed her feet into a pair of 
fluffy slippers, and went to the door. Opening it, she found herself facing 
her younger sister. 

"Judy," she said. "What are you doing here at this time of night on a 
Sunday?" 

"I've had it with those people," her fourteen-year-old sister said, stomping 
into the apartment, carrying a valise of her own. 

Closing the door, Gail followed her sister into the single room and asked, 
"What's wrong?" 

The only resemblance Judy bore to her sister was her light-brown hair. Other 
than that, she was totally different in appearance. To begin with, she was 
much shorter than Gail, standing at five feet, on the button. Her hair was 
much shorter than her sister's, and she had a round face with a hawk nose. 
Yet there was something about the way it beaked that made her vitally 
attractive. She had thin lips, a slender neck, and a full, but 
far-from-buxom, body. Perhaps in two or three years her young body would 
really fill out, but at the present time she had 32-B breasts, which were 
just about a handful apiece. Her hips were still slender but first starting 
to swell, while her waistline had a little baby fat on it, but still 
measured less than twenty-four inches. She wore slacks, hiding her shapely 
little calves. 

"God!" Judy snapped, plopping down on the bed, looking at her sister. "You'd 
think our folks would grow up a little. My gosh! It wasn't as if I was 
really doing anything bad." 

"All right, let's hear the story," Gail insisted. 

"I was out with Jerry, my latest boy friend, and we got kind of on the hot 
side. So we came to our home, because I thought Mom and Dad would be out. 
Well no sooner did I have my blouse off, with Jerry sucking my tits, than 
Mom and Pop walked in, chased him out, made me stay in my room, and told me 
I was grounded. So I packed, told them I didn't want to live with them 
anymore, and came here." 

"I think I'd better call them and let them know where you are, before they 
have the entire city police force looking for you." . 

Calling her parents, Gail told them about Judy being at her apartment. Her 
father, still angry over what he had seen, said she could stay there, as far 
as he was concerned. Then he told Gail to keep Judy with her for a week, 
then send her home. Gail agreed. 

"It isn't as if I was letting him touch me below the waist," Judy went on. 
"I've never let any boy do that. I like having a boy suck my nipples. What's 
more, I like sucking on a boy's wanger. Gee, Gail, you have no idea what it 
is to be interrupted at a time like that. I mean...." 

She stopped and began sniffing. As she sniffed, she lowered her head to the 
bed. Gail was glad she had taken the time to put the dildo away. But that 
wasn't what Judy smelled. 

"Sperm," Judy gasped, looking up at her sister. "Oh 

God! Gail, I interrupted something. Golly, I can smell the jizz. Oh I'm 
sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll get out and go for a long walk or something." 

"If s all right," Gail assured her. "He left before you got here." 

"Wow!" Judy exclaimed. "Was it Bill?" 

"Stop asking questions you know I won't answer," Gail told her. 

"Hey, did he ... I mean..." 

"No," Gail brooded. "I tried, but I'm still a virgin, just like you, little 
sister." 

"Gee, I don't see any of it at all. If you pulled him off then you either 
used a lot of tissues you must have flushed away by now, or..." 

Gail merely smiled and nodded. She was tired and felt she deserved a good 
night's sleep. Tomorrow she had an interview for a secretarial job in the 
garment center. 

"Hey," Judy shouted. "Gail, you did it. You really did it. You went down on 
the lucky guy. Wow! Was it as good as I told you it would be?" 

"Better," Gail assured her. "Ten times better." 

"No kidding? A fully grown penis really does make a difference? Oh wow!" 
Judy murmured, herself getting undressed and going to the bathroom to wash 
up. "I have to try one someday." 

"But not while you're here with me," Gail insisted. "Turn out the light and 
come to bed when you're ready." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Mike Abramson was all of five feet seven inches in height. But he weighed in 
at two hundred and eighty five. He had brilliant-red hair topping a truly 
porcine face. When he walked, he seemed to waddle from side to side. And he 
smelled from oil, lint, and sweat. He was grunting something to his brother, 
Danny Abramson. Danny was six feet two inches tall, and was as handsome as 
Mike was ugly. The two brothers ran the undergarment-and-lingerie shop where 
Gail had applied for a job. The shop was on the tenth floor of a 
rat-infested building in the heart of the garment center. The rear of the 
shop was where a hundred girls sat at machines and put together the garments 
cut from the material laid out on the cutting table. Up front, there were 
two smaller offices. The larger of the two was the showroom, where clients 
were brought to see the finished products created by the Abramson brothers. 
Fancy panties, half-slips, nightgowns, and shortie pajamas hung all over the 
neon-lit walls. 

The smaller room, the room where Gail was standing with the two brothers, 
was the room where the secretary normally worked. There were two desks 
there, one for a secretary, and one for whichever of the brothers happened 
to be in the office at the time. A large window would have let in a lot of 
sunshine, had it not been so grimy. 

"Okay," Danny, the tall, handsome, slender brother said to her. "We'll give 
you a try. You do all the secretarial work, call all the overdue accounts, 
some light bookkeeping, and most important of all, when we have clients, 
you'll be asked to model some of our products. We'll start you at a hundred 
and thirty five a week, with bonuses. Okay?" 

Gail, who needed work badly, nodded and said, "Okay." 

"You start right now,' Danny told her. "Take the secretary's desk against 
the far wall. We'll leave the company checkbook with you, and a list of 
bills to be paid. Make out the checks, and either I or my brother will sign 
them. During the day, I go out from nine until one, seeing customers and 
selling. Mike works in the back with the girls. Then I come in and help 
until closing time, at six. You can go home at five if you want, but if you 
stay the extra hour, it'll mean an extra twenty-five dollars a week in your 
pay envelope." 

"Fine," Gail nodded, her beautiful face lit up at the prospect of finally 
finding work. Now she wouldn't have to draw on her inheritance. Maybe, after 
a while, she would be totally self-sustaining. 

Moving to the indicated desk, she sat and began working. She found more than 
sixty bills in need of payment, many of which were overdue. She also noticed 
the checking account had twenty thousand dollars in it, and she wished she 
could have a checking account with that kind of money. 

For the next three hours she made out checks, put them in window envelopes 
after typing the addresses on white pieces of paper and slipping them into 
the windows, noting the amount paid on each slip of paper. She kept a 
careful record of the amount of money paid out, but by noon, she noticed she 
had used more than nineteen thousand dollars with more than a dozen bills 
remaining. But at least these were current bills and not overdue. 

At twelve-fifteen, she went out for lunch, and returned by 
twelve-forty-five. Mike Abramson was in the office with two dark, sweaty, 
pudgy men dressed in dark business suits. 

"Hey ... uhhhh ... what's your name?" he grunted, stomping out his fortieth 
cigarette of the day. 

"Gail," she replied. "Gail Warren." 

"Yeah, well, Gail, we got a couple of customers here, and they'd Ike to get 
a good look at our new baby-doll pajama line. You go into the showroom, 
behind the screen, where you'll find three different sets of baby dolls. You 
strip down completely, because they gotta see how the pajamas look without 
you showing off any imagine underwear. Then you put on the first pair of 
baby dolls and come on out. Got it?" 

"Okay," Gail nodded. 

She went into the showroom, stepped behind the screen, and totally 
undressed. Then she slipped into the first pair of baby dolls. They were 
pink, frilly around the edges, and almost see-through. As she finished 
buttoning the baby-doll top, she heard the customers being ushered into the 
showroom by Mike Abramson. 

Stepping out from behind the screen, she approached the three seated men. 
Not really knowing what to do, she walked back and forth in front of them, 
turning around a couple of times. 

One of the customers grunted and beckoned her over. For a moment she thought 
he was going to get fresh when he reached out his hand, but she saw him 
touch the frilly lace, feeling the quality of it, and nodding. 

"Fairly good stuff," he assented. 

"That's the best lace for the money," Mike insisted, his gravelly voice 
carrying over those of the other two men. 

Returning behind the screen, Gail changed into the next pair of baby dolls, 
noting they were even more see-through. When she appeared in front of the 
men, she felt shy and embarrassed, and was relieved to note they were 
looking at the garment and not at her. 

The third pair was the sheerest, with just a frill covering each of her 
nipples, and a patch over her mons veneris. The men looked, nodded their 
approval, and Mike told Gail to get a pad and pencil. She hurried into the 
outer office, got the pad and pencil, and returned. 

"Write down what these men say," Mike ordered, standing near her, ostensibly 
watching what she was writing. But she could feel his ham-like hand cupping 
her buttocks. She didn't dare make an outburst in front of the customers. 
They would walk out without giving Mike an order, and he would fire her. If 
he got his jollies from feeling her ass, then let him. 

"Four-hundred dozen of 9990," the first man said. "Equal amounts of red, 
green, blue, and purple." 

"Three-hundred dozen of 9991, and three-hundred dozen of 9992, both with the 
same color assortments. And make sure you use the good lace." 

"Don't worry," Mike grunted, applying a little more pressure to Gail's ass. 
He was actually rubbing it now, and she felt a strange heat shooting through 
her, a thrilling heat, in spite of not being attracted to the man. 

"Okay, I'll walk with you guys to the elevator," he grunted, finally letting 
go of her butt. Gail felt relieved. 

Gail was about to go behind the screen and change into her own clothes when 
the elvator came up, and Danny Abramson stepped out. He had a box of samples 
with him, and he looked tired. On seeing Gail, standing in the showroom 
doorway, wearing nothing but sheer baby-doll pajamas, he smiled, put the 
sample box on the nearby desk, and walked into the showroom. 

"Hey," he told her, "you have one terrific bod." 

Gail, already aroused from feeling Danny's brother caress her butt, felt 
even more aroused seeing the way Danny was staring at her. He had light 
freckles that she hadn't noticed before. Here, in the neon-lit room, she 
could see everything clearly. When she started to walk to the screen, Danny 
took her hand gently, and said, "Don't go." 

"But I have work," she objected. 

"It'll keep," he told her, pulling her toward him as he reached behind and 
locked the showroom door. 

Gail was startled by this sudden act, but made no move to fend him off. God! 
After that disappointing orgasm last night, and now the touch of the other 
brother on her buttocks, she was in wild heat. Danny was pulling her body 
close to his, and then his lips were on hers, kissing her, and she felt a 
jolt electricity shoot down her spine. She stiffened for a moment, trying to 
make the pleasure fade out. God! She knew this was wrong and did her best to 
convince herself of it, but Danny was still pressing his body to hers, and 
she could feel the firmness of his torso through the sheer baby doll. She 
was totally confused by her thoughts and the wild sensations running through 
her body. 

Gail was no fool. She could tell Danny was aroused and had been hot from the 
moment he'd seen her in the baby doll. He wanted to fuck her. Under normal 
circumstances she would have refused, and there was every possibility he 
would have backed off. It wasn't because he was a gentleman, but because he 
wouldn't want a commotion in the office. But feeling as she was, she didn't 
know what to do. She forced herself to concentrate on whether or not she was 
really ready to give this man her virginity. 

Thrilling sensations shooting from her pelvis confused her all the more, 
keeping her from thinking clearly. Did she really want to surrender her 
maidenhead to this handsome mature man? She kept on asking herself the 
question as he continued kissing her, and taking time out between kisses to 
breathe hotly and heavily in her ear. His hands were all over her, and 
taking time out between kisses to breathe hotly and heavily in her ear. His 
hands were all over her, fondling all her intimate areas, and she felt 
herself being overcome by his touch, little by little. Her eighteen-year-old 
body was responding in spite of what she was thinking or attempting to 
think, and she finally realized trying to reason it out was hopeless. The 
hell with it! Her body was in dire need of satisfaction, and Danny's kisses 
and caresses promised her that satisfaction. 

Danny, who had seduced more than a hundred girls in this very same office, 
and felt the girl half-heartedly attempt to reject him. Had her resistance 
been stronger, he would have backed off and waited for another time. But as 
he held her, he felt the resistance literally melt away and accepted her 
lack of resistance as acceptance. It never once occurred to him she had 
never been fucked before. Something as lovely and as beautiful as this had 
to have been propositioned by every male in her neighborhood. He simply 
could not accept the fact that she'd refused them all. After all, from the 
way she was behaving toward him, he could tell she was a girl with a low 
boiling point. Her entire manner seemed to invite caresses. Taking his face 
away from hers for the moment, he stared into her brown eyes. 

"Gail," he whispered, "I want to fuck you. I'm giving you this one chance to 
refuse. If you don't reject me, I'm going to fuck you here and now." 

"How?" Gail asked, herself totally breathless. "I mean, where? On the 
floor?" 

He smiled, leaned over, and pressed a button on the side of the one 
overstuffed chair in the room. It suddenly sprang open into a single bed. 
His hands were shaking with excitement as he began undoing her baby-doll 
top. 

Gail felt overwhelmed by it all, especially seeing the chair open into a 
bed. She had considered refusing him, but seeing the positiveness in his 
eyes, she realized she could no longer back down. There was a haunted, 
hungry look in his eyes, light-blue eyes, which seemed so mysterious. She 
wanted to know if there really was any mystery to this man. And the 
eagerness in his voice let her know he didn't want to fuck her merely for 
the sake of getting his rocks off. He wanted to fuck her for herself. The 
fact that he was her new employer was totally forgotten by her. She was 
interested in Danny the man, not Mr. Abramson her employer. There was 
something about his handsome face that made her want to trust him. She 
didn't resist his fingers undoing the buttons on the pajama top. 

Danny hurriedly undid the widespread upper garment and eased it off her 
shoulders, kissing first the right shoulder, then the left. He carefully 
tossed the filmy garment onto a nearby table, staring at her full, white 
breasts with their light-tan nipples and large aureoles. His fingers traced 
the roundness of each breast in turn without touching the nipples. She shook 
at the tantalizing touch of his fingers as they sent ecstatic shivers 
through her. Her full round breasts stood up and "stared" right back at him, 
each nipple looking like the center of an eye. The large tan nipples 
accentuated the ripeness of her breasts, and she could hear him gasp at the 
sight of her. He was fast becoming overpowered with excitement, and his 
cock, already hard, now lurched in his pants, and the movement made Gail 
aware of the effect she was having on him. 

He sat on the sprung-open bed, and she stood in front of him as he brought 
her body close to his face. He opened his mouth and sucked in her nipple, 
surrounding it with the tender softness of his lips. 

"Ohhhh Goddddd!" Gail sighed as she felt-the experienced sensation of his 
sucking lips surround the tender point of her anxious breast. She knew there 
was no stopping him now. She had finally and irrevocably committed herself. 
Oh God! His mouth felt so wonderful on her body. And he was moving slowly, 
lightly caressing her with his fingers, treating her with the utmost 
delicacy, sure of himself at all times. The pleasure she was feeling from 
the pressuring of his lips was wonderful. He knew the sucking of her nipples 
was not an end in itself, but rather a wonderful means to an even more 
wonderful end, and so sucked them carefully, not becoming over-ambitious 
about biting her. Holding him close to her, Gail didn't feel alone for the 
first time since coming to the city. She forced the idea of parental 
disapproval from her mind, much less the disapproval of one Bill Barth. Her 
fingers ran through his red hair, gently pressing his face to her body. 

Lord! His mouth felt so good, she knew she would do anything he wanted. 

Danny was fast becoming aware of the power he would soon hold over this 
lovely girl. He wanted to bring her along slowly, because he had uses for 
her. Yes, she was perfect. She-would be another in the long line of women he 
had used to keep himself on top as the number-one lingerie manufacturer in 
the city. 

At the moment he had only one thing in mind, and that was to fuck this 
luscious piece of ass. Her fingers moving through his hair, caressing the 
back of his head, teasing his neck, made him shiver. Oh she was going to be 
terrific. He had to feel the sheath of her tight cunt around the hardness of 
his cock. He would fuck into the deepest part of her pulsing desire. 

His mouth closed lightly over her nipple again, sucking strongly, making her 
moan a bit more. At the same time he ran his left hand down the smooth 
expanse of flat belly toward her trembling pussy. The barrier of the pajama 
bottom was something he could no longer tolerate. It had to go. He got to 
his feet, pushed his fingers into her elastic waistband, and abruptly slid 
the frilly garment over the curved rotundities of her shapely young hips. 
The pajama bottom fell daintily down around her ankles. Before she could 
step out of them, Danny lifted her clear of them, holding her naked form in 
his arms for a moment before depositing her on the bed. 

Her eyes looked up, imploring him to continue, and Danny smiled, knowing he 
had this tight little twat where he wanted her. She was his to use whichever 
way pleased him, and in this case it would be many ways. But for now, the 
most important thing was his own pleasure. Mike would understand the locked 
door. And he would smile, because his own turn would not be too long in 
coming. 

She completely relaxed on the bed, letting him stare at her nakedness, 
basking in the heat of his glance. She had thought she might feel 
embarrassed when he looked at her, but she felt good, really good. It was as 
if she were revealing herself for the very first time to a man who truly 
understood her needs. 

Danny lay down beside her, his mouth once again closing over each of her 
ripe nipples, in turn. His tongue washed the tan aureole of each breast, and 
the sensations she felt from the nerve-ends sent her mind spinning into a 
maddening orbit of passionate desire. Somehow, it seemed important, now that 
he'd looked at all of her, that he touch all of her. His fingers had to dip 
into the fount between her thighs and seek and find the hardening clitoris. 
She could feel the sensual extension wildly throbbing between her virginal 
lips. She spread her thighs apart as she once more felt his hand glide over 
the flat plane of her wonderful belly, moving toward the lush growth of 
light-brown hair on her pelvis. 

Now that her pajama bottom was gone, Danny was free to trace her wonderful 
form, letting his fingers trail into her wet cunt. The tips of his fingers 
danced through the silkiness of her thick pubic hair. The touch was, as far 
as he was concerned, an invitation to the pleasures of unlimited delight 
offered by her youthful body. He felt the narrow slit formed by the thick, 
pouting lips of her vagina, and he carefully worked his middle finger 
between the soft, wet folds in search of her swollen, aching nubbin of 
desire. 

Gail felt an all-consuming electric sensation run through her tender body 
when his probing finger suddenly touched her anxious clitoris. For a brief 
moment she was ready to panic, realizing this was no game. This was for 
keeps. Her maidenly membrane would shortly be lost forever. But her entire 
self was becoming more and more aroused by the insistent massaging of her 
tender clitoris, and she could feel moisture bubbling between the soft, 
delicate lips of her feminine bog. She felt as if torches had been lit in 
her vagina, and though each burned with a small flame, which combined with 
the other torches there was a bonfire raging inside. Danny continued giving 
his pleasurable titillation. Gail had never felt such intense gratification, 
and she felt as if her entire body was about to be totally taken over. Any 
doubts or fears she might have had earlier now left her. She no longer 
considered Danny something human, with feelings and needs of his own. As far 
as she was concerned, the man touching her vagina was merely an instrument 
of pleasure to be used by her for her personal enjoyment. She felt 
completely overwhelmed by the deep thrills shooting through her. 

Danny, running his finger through her seething pussy, felt the heavy, sticky 
moisture coming from inside her body. God! It was becoming too much. He had 
to fuck her! 

Getting to his feet, he began pulling off his own clothing, leaving 
everything in a pile on the floor. His heavy cock was pulsating with the 
need for burial in a vagina, so he tugged his pants off first, wanting to 
free his throbbing member from its aching confinement. As he stared at the 
velvety hair covering Gail's pelvis, his cock kept getting larger. Christ! 
He had never seen pubic hair like hers. Most pussy hair was thin, wiry, and 
unpleasant-looking, at best. But hers was thick, lush, and though curly, it 
wasn't kinky. It was short, and he could see her pink pussylips underneath. 
For all its lushness it didn't hide the beauty of her cunt. Drops of vaginal 
fluid clung to some of the strands of hair. 

Gail remained unmoving, her eyes locked on his groin. He still had his 
shorts on for the moment, and she was waiting for the unveiling. She stared 
through half-closed eyes, breathless, waiting to see his cock, curious how 
it would compare to Bill's. Then, as the penis sprang free of his 
undershorts, she almost recoiled. God! It was every bit as big as Bill's, 
and almost as thick. Somehow she hadn't expected to see it quite as long or 
as thick. Her mind had accepted the fact that Bill's was a superior cock. 
She had really thought this one would be more like her dildo. Now, head to 
head with the erect penis of Danny Abramson's cock, she found herself 
transfixed by the sight of it. She studied the thick, fleshy prong with 
great care. This was to be the weapon that would make a woman of her. The 
smooth, rubbery head at the tip looked just like Bill's, except it was red 
instead of purple. Heavy, pulsing, the dilated slit in the tip was already 
releasing the colorless juices of oil which were running all over the head. 
God! That red top looked like a helmet sitting on top of his column of stiff 
flesh. The heavy cock protruded powerfully from beneath the bush of rich red 
hair on his pelvis. The idea of having that immense log rammed all the way 
into her fascinated her, yet it also frightened her a little. Her stomach 
was trembling with desire, knowing her cunt would soon be stretched wide by 
the thick log of his cock. God! The thrills made perspiration break out all 
over her. She could barely wait to have him fill her with that marvelous 
erection. Poor, dumb Bill. To think he could have been the one. Well at 
least she had a man who really knew how to use his instrument. 

"Do you think all that will fit inside me?" Gail asked. She was breathing 
more heavily now, but the curiosity in her voice sounded real, and it 
reached Danny. 

Totally naked now, he stood over her, a colossus with a colossal cock, and 
lust filled his every pore. Hearing her question, it finally dawned on him 
he might, indeed, be dealing with a virgin. The idea of being the first cock 
to plumb her depths made him feel all the more excited. So he smiled and 
said, "There's really only one way to find out, isn't there?" 

Danny was no longer in the mood to talk. Lying beside her naked body, he let 
his hands run up and down the length of her body, caressing every part of 
her, lightly touching each and every erogenous zone, titillating her and 
tantalizing her all over. She lay there, rolling from side to side, enjoying 
everything he was doing, mentally cursing Bill for not having the strength 
to do things like this to her. 

She thrilled to his fingers for more than five minutes, and when he paused 
for a moment, she wondered what was coming. She didn't have long to wait to 
find out. He moved his face lower, kissing the flatness of her belly, 
licking into her dimpled navel, making her shudder with overpowering 
ecstasy. His hands slid under her knees, pushing them wide apart, then 
pressing them back. Her completely open pussy to his licentious eyes first 
made her feel a little embarrassed. She'd never seen such a wolfish look on 
a man's face before. 

She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she furiously blushed. Not 
that Danny noticed. He was too busy concentrating on the rich pink beneath 
the light-brown hair on her pelvis. She watched his face move feminine 
sanctuary. His body pressed against hers, and her foot could feel the mighty 
column of cock extending from his pubis. She closed her eyes, still seeing 
it in her mind as his tongue slid across the flat of her belly, through the 
rich, light-brown hair, then slid between the soft folds of her outer labia, 
pressing against the curlicues of her tightly compressed inner labia. 

The overpowering touch of his tongue on her clitoris was like a brick 
building collapsing on her all at once. It was the most vivid thing she 
would ever remember, feeling the squiggly oral digit make contact with her 
ultra-sensitive nubbin. Her entire body jumped and almost fell off the bed. 
Had his hands not been pressing down on the undersides of her knees, holding 
her in place, she would have tumbled off the mattress. Her tender vagina was 
burning with more pleasure than she'd ever previously felt or imagined could 
be felt. She bit her lips, keeping back the sounds trying to push out of her 
throat. She feared any noise coming from her might be misinterpreted as pain 
by Danny, and he might stop what he was doing. But as his lips pressed into 
the virgin folds of her inner cunt lips, an involuntary moan of gasping 
surprise suddenly erupted from her. Her own cry startled her, making her 
clamp her mouth shut so she wouldn't make any more sounds. She didn't want 
Danny disturbed, feeling the marvelous sensations he was giving her. She 
could feel the edges of his teeth rolling around the outside of her 
clitoris, creating a heretofore unknown delight. Oh God! How could there be 
so many wonderful pleasures in this world without her being aware of them? 

Her mind had totally surrendered itself to the wonderful pleasures 
blistering their way through her body. The warm, wet tongue licking up and 
down through her labial separation made her writhe even more strongly than 
before. She had no idea how long his tongue worked against the seeping crack 
while his teeth every now and again nibbled her tender clitoris. Time began 
losing all meaning. All that really mattered was his continuing to push his 
tongue into the seething depths of her sodden cunt. His tongue, which had 
been wide and flat all this time, now semed to make itself narrow as it 
unrolled itself to much greater length, sinking its probing tip into the 
slick, flaming temple of her blistering vaginal corridor. He could feel the 
tightness of her inner cuntal walls compress around his probing tongue, 
sending sparkling thrills of delightful effervescence bubbling through her 
naked torso. 

"Oooooooowwwwwwwww!" Gail sighed, no longer able to remain silent, her voice 
whining in response to the way his passion-building tongue worked into her. 

The air in her lungs felt forced out, as if a great weight had come crashing 
down on her body. Lightning seemed to flare through her belly, sending a 
rippling thrill all the way up to her brain, moving back down to the flame 
in her aching womb. The pressure grew stronger and brighter as his licking 
tongue worked more furiously inside her, the wet digit sliding deeper and 
deeper into her virginal pit. She used her own hands to pull her thighs wide 
apart, attempting to give his lancing tongue even greater access to the 
love-starved depths of her tender nookie. His tongue slid in and out with a 
maddening cadence, and she found herself writhing her buttocks against the 
mattress with such force, she thought her ass-cheeks might literally drill a 
hole through the sheets. She wound her slender fingers in his short red 
hair, clutching tightly to his head, pressing it against her liquid-drooling 
cunt as his oral digit moved in and out of her lust-filled channel. God! 
God! She wished she could live the rest of her life this way, enjoying what 
he was doing to her. She wanted the thrills to continue, but Danny's licking 
into her passionate pit of tender sensation suddenly came to an almost 
shocking halt. He seemed unable to contain his own body. He raised his head 
from the spit-and-lust-inflamed pair of pussylips and stared at how much 
redder it had become as a result of his tongue moving in and out of her. 

Gail raised her girlish hips toward his open mouth, writhing her buttocks 
circularly, hoping for more of his lingual attacks, but he was ignoring her 
needs. Once again he applied pressure behind her knees with his hands, 
exposing all of her burning passion pit to the cool air. He moved up on the 
mattress, still keeping her thighs wide apart and back, letting his knees 
touch her buns as he pressed the hot, throbbing red knob of his cock against 
the tender slit where his tongue had so recently scooped out her luscious 
juices. 

Gail, whose head was still slightly raised against the back of what had been 
a chair, was able to see what Danny was doing, and her heartbeat began 
quickening even more. She stared at the way the massive cock was hovering 
against her wide-open virginal cunt tunnel. Looking at it from this angle, 
comparing its thickness with the narrowness of her vaginal entryway, it 
seemed monstrous, and she couldn't repress a shudder, thinking how it would 
surely tear her apart. It was a huge doric column of tinted marble preparing 
to rip its way through her tender tightness, plunging into her young belly. 
The rounded knob made it look like a battering ram of fire. The gigantic, 
enlarged, helmet-like tip seemed to be expanding and contracting with insane 
pulsations as more and more drops of oil seeped from its throbbing tip. Now, 
for the first time she realized how helpless she was, lying here, wide open 
and naked, feeling the cool air whistle through the heated cavern of her 
slick pussy. Her own leaking oil tickled her as it seeped its way down the 
widespread cheeks of her buttocks. 

Danny pushed her thighs back even more as he brought his own hips forward. 
She felt his thick cock-head finally making contact with her tender inner 
lips of her aching cunt, and then it slid up a little so the entire length 
of his pulsing prick seemed surrounded by her outer labia. 

Danny began rocking his hips forward and back, parting the soft tenderness 
of her light-brown pubic hair, stroking her open cunt with the steel-hard 
length of his throbbing cock. He was still half-kneeling down between her 
white, widespread thighs, and Gail couldn't take her eyes from the rich red 
dome of his pulsing prick as it teasingly moved along the length of her 
tender slit. Her terror at possibly being ripped apart inside was slowly 
being overcome by her desire to have the pulsing dong shoved into her. She 
recalled how wonderful it had been to have three inches of dildo inside her, 
and she was certain this live, hot cock, with the fire inside it, would feel 
even better. 

Danny, who had sensed her fear, put her entirely at her ease by letting his 
throbbing cock-head slide back and forth through her feminine wound without 
attempting to penetrate it. She proved he had behaved wisely by gasping to 
him, "Please, please, don't tease me any longer. Do it. Put it into me." 

The red-haired employer was relishing every moment of what was happening 
between them. Taking his own time, doing it in his own way,would not only 
make it better for her, but would make it infinitely more enjoyable for him, 
as well. He could feel the way she was shivering, and despite her need to 
feel his cock in her heated cunny, he knew she was still anticipating 
something frightful. Her helpless position had him burning with arousal, 
making him even more excited. It had been a long, long time since he'd had a 
morsel this delicious. God! She was stunning in every way. He would really 
be able to make use of her. But he wanted her completely under his 
domination, so he asked in a soft, quiet voice, "Just what is it you want me 
to do, Gail?" 

"You know," she sighed, writhing beneath him. "You know. Do it, do it!" 

Gail had not expected him to want her to say anything. Fucking was fucking, 
and words didn't make it that much better. But if it pleased him to hear her 
say the words, she would be happy to do so. Her heated cunt was aching with 
desire to feel a real cock inside, and the tender, delicate stroking of his 
cock through her pink slit seemed to make it all the more urgent. 

"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me now," she gasped through gritted teeth as 
she felt the easing cock slide back and forth. 

"Tell me what you want me to fuck you with, and just where it is you want to 
be fucked," he insisted, enjoying her subservience. 

He moved his hips forward a bit, sliding his cock through her slick crevice 
as if emphasizing his demand. 

Why not! Gail thought. If it'll get his cock into my cunt. She wondered if 
she would have to do this every time she wanted a man to fuck her. 

"Fuck me with your cock," she said aloud. "Fuck that hard, thick, wonderful 
cock into my tight cunt. Please fuck that sweet prick of yours into my 
pussy." 

"More," he insisted. "Tell me more." 

"Shove that hard dick of yours into my aching twat, please, please, fuck my 
cunt right now. Fuck it!" 

Her lascivious words throbbed in Danny's brain like a wicked jolt to his 
groin. But it was so wonderfully wicked. He could no longer hold back. 
Leaning forward, hovering over her sweet, tender, delicate form, he began 
throwing his hips forward and pressing the heavy, knobby head of his 
pulsating cock into the tender folds of her moistly burning cunt. His weight 
was on his palms, each of which was on either side of her head. He looked 
into her innocent brown eyes, and said, "You put it in. Take hold of my cock 
and stuff it into your cunt." 

Gail suddenly realized he was even more aroused than she, and she understood 
it was the sight and touch of her naked body doing this to him. All this 
reassured her she was definitely as attractive as she'd hoped. Submitting to 
his desires, she reached down between their bodies, wrapping her hand around 
the solid, steely rod of cock. She swore she could feel the swirling blood 
in it, filling the millions of tiny sacs keeping it hard. It felt just as 
thrilling as when she had touched Bill's cock, but she could sense this was 
not a reluctant prick. This one was anxious for her to continue. There was 
no resistance in the body attached to this cock. 

Writhing her hips under the weight of his body, she began trying to position 
the solid elastic head against the tight entrance to her seething vagina, as 
she had aimed the dildo, the previous night. She worked it from side to 
side, doing her best to open her inner vaginal lips. Finally, she got the 
penis inside, then slowly rubbed it around, hoping to use the dome to 
stretch the walls within before he got down to business. But Danny wasn't 
waiting any longer. He cocked his hips; then thrust forward, hard. And Gail 
suddenly knew the real meaning of pain. 

"Aaaaannnnnngggghhhhh!" she gasped. "Oh Godd-dd! Wait! Wait! Wait!" she 
wailed as Danny crammed hard against her tightly resisting pussy. 

Oh Christ! She had known there would be some pain. The dildo, which had not 
nearly the breadth of this particular cock, had hurt when it began to be 
pushed in. But this, being so much broader, was really causing pain. She 
thought her internal tissues and membranes would be shredded into useless 
bits of flesh and blood as he steadily increased the force of his thrust, 
applying more and more strength with each lunge. The agony in her aching 
twat increased as her tight vagina did its best to continue resisting the 
blunted force of his driving cock. And then it was touching her hymen. 

Ohhhh Godddddd! No, no, no, no! she thought to herself. 

She felt the heavy cock continuing to push as it slowly began stretching the 
slender tissue thread. 

"Yaaaagggghhhhhh! Aaaaarrrrggghhhh!" Gail screamed in violent anguish as 
agonized pain continued tearing through her tender body. She screamed for 
him to stop, to have pity on her, but the insistent force of his throbbing 
cock continued moving inside her fiery passage, sending more messages of 
pain to her already confused brain. Even when the hymen finally snapped, the 
intense hurt remained with her for a few moments. She didn't even realize it 
had given way. Gail writhed, doing her best to fight off the anguish and the 
agony. Her fingers were still wrapped around the base of the instrument 
causing her so much anguish, and realizing it, she tightened her grip on it, 
hoping to keep him steady while she writhed her buttocks out from beneath 
him. 

Good God! she thought to herself, realizing only slightly more than three 
inches had penetrated her cunt. How much more anguish would there be if he 
managed to sock the entire length into her. Her body began uncontrollably 
trembling, realizing he intended lancing that cock into her and causing her 
that much more pain. She wanted to push him off, and she released his cock 
in order to use both hands to shove at his chest. And that was when Danny 
rammed forward with all his strength. 

"Yaaahhhhh! N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o..." she screamed, feeling the blood-swollen 
column sink deeper into her crushing, tight, vaginal passage, expanding the 
breadth of her tunnel, making it fit around his throbbing pillar. With slow, 
determined positiveness he rammed his thick, long phallus even deeper into 
her pained vaginal hallway. Now she realized her hymen was gone and the 
intense agony was not quite as strong. Even so, her body remained tense, 
afraid she would feel another streak of mindless pain shooting through her. 
At this point she wondered if she woud really be able to survive what was 
happening to her, feeling the monolith work its way deeper and deeper into 
her tight, clasping, feminine sanctum. Her vaginal walls did their best to 
stop his entry, compressing even more tightly, hoping he wouldn't be able to 
continue going any deeper. But as he continued plunging his stolid cock into 
her fiery depths, Gail realized resistance on her part was hopeless. She 
finally relaxed, deciding the sooner he killed her, the sooner the pain 
would end. And then the heavy whang sank its last little bit into her 
steaming depths. 

"Aaaaannnnngggghhhhaaaarrrrgggghhhh!" 

The total stoppering of her tender cunt made her scream, but this time it 
was more from surprise than pain or fear, she lay there, frozen, totally the 
force with which Danny's pelvis had smashed into hers. He had plugged into 
her with no restraint whatsoever, his pubic hair rubbing against the soft, 
tender scalloped shape of her inner labia. She felt the thick dong pulsate 
inside her, jerking and twitching beyond any control, shuddering because of 
the glove-tight fit of her simmering cunt around his throbbing cock. She 
felt the sperm-filled balls thwack against her perineum and ass-hole, and 
thought his cock had swollen so much inside her, it would burst at any 
moment. 

Gail moaned, feeling the way the mighty spear filled her aching tunnel, 
crammed all the way in to her cervix. she felt as if she were limply 
dangling from a shish-kebab skewer, her eyes tightly closed, afraid to open 
for fear there would be more pain. But as she lay there, she realized all 
that was happening was the subsiding of the pains she was already feeling. 
The slow, heavy jerking of his throbbing cock filled her with shivers, but 
she realized these shivers were something apart from the horror she had 
suffered. These were the old, delightful shivers she had felt prior to the 
agony. 

Little by little she felt the sensitive parts of her body sending more and 
more messages of pleasure to her terrified brain. The hair on Danny's chest 
was rubbing delectably against the swollen nipples of her solid, heavy 
breasts; and his warm breath was flowing over the strained muscles in her 
neck. She wondered why he was simply lying there, letting his throbbing cock 
continue to marinate in her vaginal juices, and then she realized her hands 
had reached out and were clutching his ass cheeks tightly, forcing him to 
keep his throbbing meat stuffed inside. 

Opening her eyes, she turned her head and looked down the length of their 
linked bodies. Her thighs were wide open, away from her body, and she could 
see his hairy pelvis pressed into hers, his red hairs intermingling with her 
brown hairs. The sight of it made her feel all the more excited, and she 
realized how much of a tingle was starting to work its way through her. The 
pain was fading quickly now, never to return, and behind it, waiting to be 
feltr was the growing, mounting pleasure she had been seeking. 

Now the long, thick rod was flexing inside her cunt, and she gasped an 
"Ooooohhhh!" And this time he was able to recognize the sound as passion 
instead of agony. The flame of lust, still burning in the pit of her cunt, 
was beginning to enlarge now. The raw, tingling sensations emanating from 
the depths of her throbbing pussy were building quickly, reminding her just 
why she had allowed Danny to fuck her in the first place. 

Her thighs were still wide apart, and her knees were still drawn back, 
allowing her to arch her hips against the tingling red brillo covering his 
pelvis, feeling the way it tickled the entire length of her outer vaginal 
lips. Now that he was sure she would not scream any longer or try to pull 
away, Danny slowly began withdrawing his cock from inside her. Gail 
automatically responded by raising her hips, not wanting the cock to get 
away. But Danny was only pulling back so he could ram forward again. His 
throbbing cock withdrew until only the head was inside, then he remained 
that way for a moment, letting her cunt realize how much it missed his 
throbbing cock. He laughed internally, watching Gail vainly humping her ass 
up off the bed, attempting to force his swollen rod into her steaming 
confines again. 

"Down, girl," he told her, forcing her back on the bed. 

Slowly, carefully, deliberately, he wormed his mighty auger back into her 
seething tunnel, parting her vaginal walls, sliding into her tight, 
never-before-used cuntal passage, feeling the way her tissues folded 
themselves over and around his obtruding member. All the nerve-endings 
inside seemed to be touched by his moving prong, and the thrills were 
transmitted to her brain. Her body clung to every wonderful moment of the 
in-stroke, sensations of total delight completely replacing any pain she 
might have felt, before. This time she eagerly awaited the twin 
counterweights of his balls slapping against her ass-cheeks as he totally 
filled her again. Ohhhhh yessss! This was just what she had been waiting 
for. Jesus! It felt far better than she had ever dreamed, and after her 
having used the dildo, she had been certain she might be able to anticipate 
just how this might feel. She flexed the muscles in her thighs in an attempt 
to open them wider, but they were as far apart as she could get them without 
tearing muscles. The circular twitching of his throbbing pecker in her tight 
vagina made her realize no matter how hard he thrust, he just wouldn't be 
able to sink it any farther into her. But the pressure of his rubbery 
cock-head against her cervix made her understand there was no need to sink 
it any deeper. 

Once more Danny's throbbing meat retreated, only to return a bit faster this 
time, enhancing the thrill by making it pour over her before the previous 
one had dissipated. He was ramming solidly into her juicing depths, the 
heaviness of his testicles delectably whacking against her ass-hole, making 
her writhe. 

"Ummmmm!" Gail sighed, feeling wicked sensations tingling up and down her 
aching spine. The feel of his balls against her ass-hole was wonderful. She 
swore she could feel the boiling seed inside them, throbbing madly with the 
desire to be released. 

The agony of his first entry, deflowering her, had completely faded from her 
brain in the face of the wonderful thrills now shooting through her. All she 
wanted was to feel his cock being hammered into her again. Her starving cunt 
ached to be filled with his meat, and with the white gravy that meat would 
eventually offer. 

"Ohhhhh yesssss, do it, Danny. Fuck me! Fuck me good!" she gasped 
rhythmically, in time to the way he was fucking into her. She thrilled to 
the way he was sawing in and out, in and out, in and out. The steady rhythm 
stroked her internal passage, making her seething vagina that much more 
liqueous. The pounding motions of his throbbing cock sent ladders of 
wonderful delight running through her as the intensity of her pleasure 
increased. She was able to pick up the tempo herself, and now she began 
responding, humping her ass up and down in time to his thrusts, arching her 
wonderful hips up as he nailed his cock down, then retreating into the 
mattress as he lifted the length of his throbbing prick from inside her. It 
was everything Gail had ever hoped for, and more. Her mind remained locked 
on the wonderful pleasures shooting through her body, enhanced by each 
thrust of the weighty cock, whether forward or back. She was totally unaware 
this was the beginning of a long, erotic journey for her, and when she 
completed it, she would be a much wiser woman, but she would also be a much 
sadder one. 

The flames in her aching cunt became more and more intense. She felt Danny's 
cock seemingly enlarge with each of his maddening thrusts. His long, 
soaking-wet cock pumped in and out with faster movement and greater ease as 
her cunt accustomed itself to his breadth. Even so, her cuntal walls clung 
to his moving peter, squeezing and crushing as much of the length of his 
cock inside her, stirring her to even greater heights of ecstasy. 

The beat began increasing with each wild lunge, and there seemed to be a 
newer, more powerful urgency of passion, and it became a guiding force as 
his throbbing plunger sank into the sucking depths of her aching womb. Their 
pubic hairs matted so tightly together, each time their pelvises separated, 
she had more red hairs on her cunt, and he had light-brown strands 
intermingled in his red bush. 

Gail now had all her senses concentrating inside her vagina, feeling the way 
his piston moved back and forth through the delicate walls of her pussy. The 
delight of the reaming prick seemed to send electrical messages through her 
nerve-endings to every part of her aching body. The frantic, anguished 
rolling motions of their bodies fucking on the bed caused the entire 
universe to become part and parcel of what they were doing. She felt as if 
her body was being drawn up into his hard, fleshy cock ... as if she were 
being sucked into that tiny hole in his slit where she would soon mingle 
with the little sperm cells she had hoped to feel shooting into her. No, no, 
she wouldn't let it happen. Before her soul was consumed by his cock, she 
would squeeze that fleshy baton and milk it of all the seed inside. She sank 
her heels into the bed, flexing her thighs as she began wildly pumping, 
feeling her tight cunt suck at that wonderful spearing staff as it ran up 
into her heated vagina. 

No longer able to resist any feeling of delight, Gail suddenly realized a 
new sensation was making itself felt in her body. It was running up and down 
her shaken spine, and through the haze of fucking, she tried identifying 
what was happening. She realized Danny was pressing a forefinger into her 
anus, or trying to, at any rate. She wriggled, feeling the finger move with 
her, searching, seeking, finally finding what it was seeking. Then the 
fingertip began pushing into her tight ass-hole, forcing its way past her 
resisting sphincter. She should have felt pain from the finger, because it 
was the first time a finger had ever been in there, but if there was pain, 
it was totally covered by the pleasure she felt. If anything, she felt even 
more pleasure. The invasion of another rictus made her tremble with delight. 
It felt so damned good she began bucking wildly against the two lasciviously 
skewering instruments, wanting to explode with climaxing delight. 

The dome of the throbbing cock inside her seething pussy was blowing up to 
unbelievable proportions, and her belly began jerking spasmodically, totally 
out of control. She realized the massive column was about to shoot out the 
hot seed stored in his aching balls, and the increasing jerks in her belly 
seemed to react to it. She was certain her entire interior would shortly 
erupt in a volcanic blast totally beyond her control. Now the gigantic prong 
sank all the way into her tight cunt, totally filling the tender passageway. 
The swelling cock was a definite signal, letting her know to prepare for the 
magic of his sperm shooting into her, and when the first heated blast of 
gushing liquid moved up the inner length of his throbbing cock, it came 
bursting out into Gail's pulsating nookie as Danny bellowed a loud, 
"EEEYYYAAARRRAAAGGGHHH!" 

Danny felt the jism geyser out of him as it hadn't in a long, long time. 
This was one spectacular chick, all right. She would really make business 
better. 

"More," Gail was gasping. "Shoot more, more, more. I want more of that 
heated glue inside me. Please, please, please...." 

Her screams, though drowned out by his bellow, continued in time to the 
blobs of spend being shot into her body, mixing with the frothing 
lubrication in her own tunnel. She shoved as hard as she could with her own 
hips, realizing she wasn't far from her own satisfaction, if only Danny's 
cock could stay hard long enough. She rammed her delectable hips up from the 
mattress as hard as she could, keeping the throbbing cock locked inside her 
sucking tunnel. Every twitching drop of semen coming from the enlarged head 
of his throbbing cock seemed to build her body to greater heights of 
delightful pleasure, and now the climax for which she had been waiting so 
long descended on her with the weight of a bull elephant. 

"YEEEAAAGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, and her vagina began contracting and 
erupting, shooting gouts of pussy oil out from around the throbbing cock 
filling her. 

"UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Danny gasped, feeling the crushing clutch of her cunt. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she insisted, feeling him pound into her as 
hard as he was able, though by now his cock was starting to shrink. 

He fucked as long and as hard as he could, but his limp whang finally fell 
out of her. 

They lay together on the mattress for a long time, Danny clutching the 
seemingly fragile girl to him. 

"You were wonderful," he murmured. 

"God! I've never known anyone like you," she gasped back. 

"I'm not that great," Danny lied. 

"Hey, don't tell me. I know how you can perform." 

"Compared to my brother Mike, I'm nothing," Danny told her. "Don't let his 
looks fool you. Just because he's a little on the chubby side doesn't mean a 
thing. We once went to Acapulco and picked us up a couple of chicks. We 
shared the same hotel room. After my girl had worn me out, Mike was still 
going on his girl. Not only did he tire her out, but then took on my girl 
and used her up, as well. And both girls had nothing but smiles on their 
faces. God! I think if he were to fuck a female cadaver he'd bring it back 
to life." 

"I'd still prefer you," Gail told him. 

"Sure," Danny nodded. "By the way, did you fill out the form we left you?" 
he asked. 

"Oh, you mean the one wanting to know the names and addresses of references, 
including parents and relatives?" 

"Yeah." 

"I filled it out and left it on the other desk." 

"Good. Good. Okay, we both have to get back to work." 

"Will we be doing this again?" Gail asked, as she got to her feet and began 
dressing. 

"From time to time," Danny nodded, smiling. 

You'll be doing a lot more fucking than you think, he thought as he began 
dressing himself. 

He waited until Gail had gone into the office before he finished dressing, 
then, after putting on his clothes, he walked over to a small mirror 
supposedly pasted to the wall. Touching something, he released a catch, and 
the mirror was revealed to be hinged. Not only that, but when it swung away, 
it was revealed to be a two-way mirror. And on the other side of the mirror, 
hidden in a dark recess, was a small videotape camera. The opening of the 
chair into the single bed had triggered it off. It had recorded the entire 
happening in the room on videotape. 

Danny removed the reel of tape from the camera and took it with him to the 
back of the shop. In the shipping department, where he and Mike worked alone 
every afternoon, they had a video playback system hidden away. It was hidden 
away because too many people, like the men who ran the freight elevators, 
had the itchy desire to "borrow" things not belonging to them. Taking out 
the playback system, Danny threaded the tape onto it, and he and Mike had a 
look at Danny's latest performance. 

"God! She's gorgeous," Mike said, his tongue hanging out. 

"You'll get your shot at her," Danny assured him. "I've already put in a 
plug for you." 

"Yeah? How'd it go?" 

"She's still a little cool, but give her a bit of time. She'll come around." 

"Yeah, and she'll be good for the customers, too." 

"She'll be great for the customers," Danny amended. "She's a natural when it 
comes to fucking, and I'll bet she can use her mouth and her ass just as 
well. Notice, right about here," he pointed at the picture on the monitor 
screen, "I pushed a finger into her ass to see how she would react. She was 
terrific. She loved it. Yeah, I think we got ourselves one terrific little 
girl." 

"Yeah, well ever since Betty ran off and got married, we've needed a 
replacement," Mike reminded him. 

"Gail is perfect," Danny nodded. "Leave her alone for the rest of the day, 
and make a couple of copies of this tape. It never hurts to have a couple of 
spares. The good thing about it is, it shows nobody forced her to do 
anything. She agreed, of her own free will." 

"Tomorrow we start using her?" Mike asked. 

"I think so. Isak Blass, from Panama, is in town. He always orders big, and 
he-likes nookie, but he hasn't the guts to pick something up by himself. If 
we send Gail to his hotel room tomorrow noon, I think we can be assured of 
one hell of a big order." 

"Ummmhhh!" Mike grunted. 

"From what Betty used to tell me, Blass is a bit of an animal. After a good 
go-around with him, she ought to be more than glad for anything you might be 
able to do for her." 

"Yeah," Mike nodded. "I was thinking the same thing." 

"Okay," Danny said, putting away the playback unit. "We have orders to pack. 
After we're finished, you get to work on the tape copies." 

"Right," Mike agreed, a big smile on his porcine face. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Hey, you were out kind of late last night," Gail said to Judy. "You keep 
this up and I'll ship you home right now." 

"Oh come on, sis," Judy smiled. "I wasn't doing anything. All I did was go 
to the amusement center across the bridge. It was fun." 

"Okay, but stay away from those guys. They're not like the boys from our 
village. They're a bunch of wild animals. They'd as soon rape you as look at 
you." 

"How was the new job?" Judy asked. 

"It's all right. Two men run the office, actually a factory. I do all the 
office work for them. They're brothers. The Abramson brothers. They're 
listed in the white pages." 

"Nice-looking guys?" 

"Well one of them is tall, slender, and really handsome. The other one is 
short, squat, and kind of looks like an overgrown toad." 

"Yucchhh!" Judy said. 

"But even he's not been too bad." 

"Bet he tried getting fresh, huh?" 

"Which one?" 

"Both of them." 

"Well the fat brother did put his hand on my behind while I was modeling 
some pajamas, but he didn't try anything else." 

"Yeah, well watch out for him," Judy warned. "Sooner or later he'll get cute 
with you." 

"His brother says he's a real ladies' man." 

"And you believe him?" 

"I don't see what reason Danny, Mr. Abramson, has to lie." 

"Danny already? Wow! You're doing all right." 

"I'll be home around six-thirty," Gail said, smoothing out her tan blouse 
and brown skirt. "Think you can have supper ready?" 

"Sure. Gee, I wish I didn't have to go back home on Sunday." 

"I stayed there until I was eighteen. You can at least do the same, Judy. 
Mom and Dad aren't as bad as you make them out to be. What you need is a bit 
of disciplining. From now on, if you want to feel around with boys, do it 
where the folks can't find you." 

"Hey, can I bring them here, to your apartment?" 

"No," Gail sang at her. "You can't. Before you know it you'll be up to your 
cunt in cock. Now I have to go. You behave." 

Taking a green cloth coat from the front hall closet, Gail smiled at her 
sister, and left. Now that she had taken care of most of the bills, she had 
to see about the money owing the Abramson brothers. She'd noticed certain 
bills were more than two months past due. 

Taking the bus downtown, she rode for fifteen minutes, then, using a 
transfer, took another bus across town. When she got off, she walked a 
half-block, found the building with no trouble, and rode up to the tenth 
floor. When she entered the factory, she could hear the machines, through 
the far door, buzzing like mad. Fortunately there was a small radio there 
and it drowned out the sound of the sewing machines once she turned it on. 

For the next three hours she sent out overdue notices to more than 
four-dozen companies owing money to the Abramson Brothers factory. At noon, 
she was about to go out to lunch, when Mike Abramson, who had been in the 
factory, waddled into the office. 

"Hi," he grunted in his gravelly voice. "I got a job for you. I want you to 
make a delivery." 

Gail watched his eyes wander up and down her body, and she shivered. He 
looked like a hungry boar ready to charge. 

Mike handed her a small sample box with the address of a hotel uptown. It 
was the Tarelton. Gail put on her coat, took the box, and left. Mike had 
given her ten dollars for cabfare, so she hailed a taxi at the nearby 
corner, and gave the driver the address. 

Ten minutes later, she was getting out of the cab. Going inside, she went to 
the elevator and went directly to the seventh floor. There, she got off and 
went looking for room 708. Finding it, she knocked at the door, and when the 
door opened, she found herself facing a suave, short, Latin American. He 
smiled, bowing as she stepped inside. Then she noticed he shut and locked 
the door. 

"Why are you locking the door?" she asked. 

"So we weel not be disturbed," he said to her. 

"Why should anyone disturb us?" she asked. "I mean, I was told to deliver 
this package. I've delivered it, now I'd like to leave." 

"Ah yes, Senor Mike told me you would be thees way. Please do not make 
theengs difficult. I am told you are very good in bed. I weesh to find out." 

Gail felt her heart trip-hammering in her body. She felt two simultaneous 
urges. The first was a very crazy urge. She wanted to strip down and do just 
as the man wanted. In spite of his bald head, he was a handsome man. He had 
small, pearly teeth, and a bristly mustache. 

But this was crazy. He was a perfect stranger, and there was no reason on 
earth why she should be willing to submit. So she said, "I'm sorry, but I 
wish to go." 

"I too am sorry," he smiled, approaching her. 

She thought he was going to open the door, but was taken completely by 
surprise when he tore off her blouse, then forced her to take off her coat, 
as well. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, horrified. "I'll scream and a hundred 
policemen will be here in no time at all." 

"This is not quite true," the man, Isak Blass, told her. "I came to this 
hotel all the time, because it is old, and has thick plaster walls, all of 
which are soundproofed. You must understand, when I make love with ladies, I 
do not like the whole world to hear me." 

Gail backed away, more terrified than ever. She had to get out, but she 
realized the man wasn't going to let her out. He was moving toward her, and 
she, in order to move away from him, was moving toward the bed. This was 
apparently exactly what he wanted. She turned, hoping to be able to run 
somewhere, only to have him pounce on her. He spun her around and tugged her 
bra off, exposing her large, bountiful breasts. They swung from side to side 
as she fought to get away from him, and she noticed he kept staring at them. 

"Carramba!" he gasped. "Tetas magnificas. I must suck them." 

"No," Gail screeched at him, flailing with both hands. "You stay away from 
me." 

"No, my leetle pigeon," he smiled, revealing his pearly-white teeth again. 
"I am going to ... how you say ... chingar ... to fuck you." 

"You're crazy," Gail gasped, as he grabbed her arms, threw her on the bed, 
and proceeded to tear off her undergarments and skirt, throwing everything 
around the room. 

"Ay Dios!" he gasped. "Your entire body, it is so lovely." 

"Give me my clothes and let me out of here," Gail cried. 

"No leetle one. I am going to relieve you of your embarrassment by making 
myself as naked as you." 

And as Gail stared, he hurriedly removed his clothing, letting everything 
fall on the floor. Horrified, she stared, then gasped, whirled around, and 
refused to look, lying face-down on the bed. But there was a full-length 
dressing mirror on the other side of the room, and she could still see the 
man stripping down. And when she saw the size of his penis in the mirror, 
she was astounded. He was a short man, but his cock was thick, and almost as 
long as Danny Abramson's. Being attached to so short an individual, it 
looked even larger than it was. And his balls dangled so low, they looked 
ready to hit his kneecaps. 

"Seence you do not do thees weellingly," he snapped, "I theenk you must 
learn a bit of a lesson. In my country, when a woman does not obey a man who 
weeshes to fuck her, she ees beaten. So I shall have to wheep you a little." 

"You're really crazy," Gail snapped, trying to turn over, only to find he 
was on the bed next to her, keeping her belly-down on the mattress as his 
hands grabbed her rump and squeezed the full round globes. She could see his 
smiling face in the mirror as he looked down at the egg-shell pink 
rotundities with the crease between them. 

Leaning forward, he rested his left forearm in the small of her back to keep 
her from turning over, then raised his right hand and smacked it against her 
gorgeous buns with a loud, "thwack." 

"God!" Gail screamed, her body suddenly stiffening, unable to believe what 
had happened to her. 

"You behave like a stubborn, spoiled leetle girl, so you weell be treated as 
such," Blass told her. "When you come to see Isak Blass, you come to fuck. 
Seence you are so stubborn, I shall smack the stubbornness out from you. I 
shall heet you twenty times." 

Once again she saw his reflection in the mirror raise his hand, and it came 
down hard, smacking against her upturned ass-cheeks. Flames of agony began 
building in her helplessly revealed, rounded ass-cheeks, and she wriggled 
about like a helpless snake. 

"Stop it! Stop it!" Gail screamed. 

"You weell fuck quietly?" he asked. 

"No," she insisted. "I won't." 

"Aha!" he laughed, and proceeded to wallop he ass-cheeks ten times, hard. 

"My God!" she screeched. "It hurts." 

"Of course. You are a naughty girl and must learn to obey the man who knows 
more than you. I weell stop when I have reached twenty. 

And suddenly Gail found herself counting as he hit her. Her long hair 
flailed about wildly on the bed, lush manes of brown streaming out on the 
covers. She trembled, feeling the burning glow suffusing the curve of each 
rounded buttock. Her ass was arching and rearing in an attempt to get away, 
throbbing and on fire from the way he was hitting her. 

At a count of fifteen, he stopped and began rubbing her ass-cheeks smoothly, 
lightly, and Gail realized how soothing his hands felt at that moment. Ohhhh 
it was so good against the burning flesh of her posterior. 

Then he began slapping again, slow, long, and loud. Each wallop echoed with 
loud "whaps", alternating between the two cheeks, making each one a bit 
redder. Tears poured from her anguished face, soaking the cover on the bed. 
Trembling, gasping, crying, Gail could feel the heat forming blisters on her 
rump. She was gasping and panting, feeling shocked and humiliated, but the 
worst part of it all was, deep down, she realized she was feeling aroused. 
And he was doing it so calmly, enjoying every bit of it. 

"Eighteen," he grunted. "Thees ees correct?" 

Gail could only sob and lie there, face-down, unmoving, afraid anything she 
said or did might anger him and make him hit her even more. The last two 
swats landed with no less severity than the others, but Gail was beginning 
to realize she was feeling a numbness back there. And through the numbness 
came the startling realization she liked what he was doing. Suddenly she was 
ready to shout to him to hit her again. 

She wasn't aware of his hands now rubbing smoothly across her ass-cheeks. 
Automatically she had clamped her thighs together, even though his fingers 
were gently teasing her solidly whacked ass-cheeks, stroking and caressing 
them with the same hand he'd used to bring out the rich red color in them. 

Nor was she aware of her relaxation, of the parting of her pillarly white 
thighs, of the widening of the deep crack between the rounded curves of her 
lush ass, and of the display she now offered of her pretty pink pussy. Wet 
strands of light-brown hair stuck to her mons, but her pink pussylips 
remained bare and swollen, making Blass's eyes enlarge. 

He saw no hair around the side of the cunt at all. The outer labia were two 
swelled cups, puffed out and enlarged. There was a rich pinkness between 
them, indicating the wavy edges of her inner pink lips. 

She stiffened, then sighed as his hand slid down from her bottom to the pout 
of her pink vulva. She wanted to tighten her thighs, but his knees moved 
between her legs, preventing her from closing her loins. 

"My God!" she whispered. "How could you do such a thing to me?" 

"How could I resist it?" he asked. 

She lay there, sobbing, crying, sniffling, still feeling a wonderful 
inflamed heat shoot through her buttocks. And all the while, his fingers 
rubbed against her pouting lips, tracing the swelling bulge of her pretty 
pubic purse. And then, little by little, his fingers parted the slit and 
slid between her outer and inner lips into the seething depths of her 
hungering cunt. 

"No, no, no!" Gail gasped, knowing it was wrong, even though her body was 
crying, yes, yes, yes. 

Blass didn't bother wasting words on a reply. His moving hand added to the 
intense heat he had created in her ass-cheeks, and the marvelous softness of 
her vaginal nave was tremendously arousing, and he could feel heat searing 
through him. He didn't intend wasting time with words. He pushed his finger 
between the firm flaps of her inner lips, wiggling it around inside, then 
sliding his finger toward the apex of her inner lips where he found the 
little pearl of pink flesh peering out from behind a hidden layer of 
membrane. He could feel the pink bubble shudder under the pressure of his 
fingertip, twitching spasmodically, trying to escape, yet hoping it 
wouldn't. Gail's knees beat against the bed as she began sighing aloud, 
feeling throbs of delight course through her body. 

Blass continued tickling her clitoris, letting another finger slide into 
her, feeling how tight she was inside. He pushed the finger deeper, tickling 
with the forefinger touching her clitoris, making her writhe in maddening 
ecstasy. The flames in her ass had become fires of anguished delight, and 
she ached to feel more of everything. Her clitoris, filled with blood and 
completely enlarged, shuddered repeatedly as his finger palpitated and 
massaged it again and again. Clear, oily lubrication seeped from her between 
her pouting labia, dripping toward her clitoris and mons veneris. Her sighs 
were louder, more distant now, and she realized she really did want more of 
this. Oh God! The man was crazy, but in spite of spanking her, he really 
knew how to make her feel good. 

More and more juices began pouring out of her, flowing like white wine. The 
cleft between her tender labia opened more and more. Little by little, 
against her will, Gail grudgingly surrendered to the sensuous feeling 
shooting through her tender body. His incredible fingertip, rubbing her 
clitoris was driving her wild with lust, moving over the uncovered nubbin 
again and again. Vibration after vibration seemed to shoot through her 
delicate body as rippling sensations of sheer rapture blasted through her. A 
knot of excitement seemed to be tightening in her anguished belly, making 
her pant and whine in addition to her sighing. She wiggled her butt all over 
the covers, and still she felt Isak Blass continue his maddening 
titillations. 

Blass knew this was a volatile young lady. He had sensed it from the moment 
he had gone to work on her with his finger. She was reacting more intensely 
than many women who had felt his throbbing cock do its job inside them. She 
was bucking madly now, bouncing wildly, and he could feel the tight 
contractions in her cunt as she screamed, "AAAAGGGHHH!" 

The orgasm was intense, and Gail knew he had done with his finger what she 
had never been able to do with her own. He had given her body a fully 
satisfying, intense, orgasm. Oh God! It was good. It was really good. 

She lay there, feeling whacked out for the moment, wondering what he had in 
mind. She didn't have long to wait. 

"I am going to fuck you," he told her. "Unfortunately, my cock does not 
always stay hard. The doctors tell me it is because I use it too much. But a 
man cannot help the need for a good cunt." 

When he got to his feet, she saw the penis was slightly flaccid. It was 
still long and somewhat hard, but not really stiff. He walked around in 
front of her, saying, "I do not know how good you are at geeving head, but 
we weell find out. I want you to make my cock nice and hard. To make theengs 
easier for you, I have saved some gravy from my lunch. Eet ees warm, but not 
burning hot, so I weell be able to stand the temperature, and you weell like 
the taste." 

She watched him walk over to the dresser where she saw the remains of a meal 
room service had sent up. 

There was a gravy boat on the tray, and as she watched, he dipped his 
throbbing cock into the gravy. Carrying the gravy boat with him, he walked 
over to the bed and stood before the girl. 

"Eet would be better eef you got up on your knees and sucked me while I 
remain in a standing position," he told her. 

He put the gravy boat down on the nearby night table, and stood before her, 
his dangling cock dripping with gravy. He could see by the look in her eyes 
she was going to do exactly what he wished. But he wasn't surprised. He had 
never met a woman he was unable to tame. 

Gail slid off the bed, kneeling on the floor near the bed, and looked up at 
the gravy-covered cock. Oh God! It looked scrumptious. God! She could see 
the colorless oil dripping from the head slit, mixing with the gravy, her 
looking at it seemed to have some effect on it, making it almost stiffen 
again. Her tongue leaped out and licked off the clear drop of oil, 
swallowing it. And in the process she tasted the gravy on his cock. Her 
mouth opened automatically after that, and she began sucking on the rounded 
pink knob, her tongue making circles and licking the phallic wand again and 
again, moving higher with each circular lap to swipe off more of the gravy. 
She licked strongly, her tongue swathing up and down, first in front, then 
on the right side, the left side, and finally the underside. And when she 
was finished licking the brown gravy from his cock, she began using her 
tongue to tickle his gigantic balls. Now, as she sucked them, rolling them 
in her mouth one at a time, she realized this was the biggest pair of balls 
she had ever seen. His cock, which was thick, was not as long or as thick as 
that of Danny Abramson. But his bloated balls were immense, and hung lower 
than either Abramson's, or Bill Barth's. Jesus! They were immense. 

Blass felt his body quivering as her tongue went to work on him. He 
shuddered and trembled all at once, seeing how much she enjoyed what she was 
doing. For a woman who had been so unwilling only moments before, she was 
doing amazingly well, right now. Even though she'd only licked his genitals 
so far, her tongue had proven far better than the tongues of many other 
women he had known. He had no doubt as to what she could do with her vibrant 
lips. And he knew he was about to find out. 

He shook with ecstasy, his mind thrilling to the touch of her wonderful 
lips, two soft, cloying pillows, lips that were young and delicate, now 
willingly sucking his cock because he had so ordered. They pursed, formed an 
O and slipped over the rich pink crown of his throbbing cock, and he 
trembled again. 

"Ay, Dios," he gasped. "Que Boca." 

She slid her mouth along half the length of his cock before pulling her lips 
back, gripping the base of the prong with her hand. "Am I doing it all 
right?" she asked. 

"All right?" he gasped. "You are more than all right. You are wonderful." 

She smiled up at him and murmured, "I'm glad. Since you like it so much, 
suppose I taste it a little more." 

"Just a leetle," he gasped. "I wish to come in your cunt." 

Back into the oven of her mouth went his heated, throbbing shaft, and this 
time she tugged more of it in, testing her ability to really handle it. Bill 
had been lying down when she'd blown him, giving her total control over what 
was happening. But this man was standing, fucking his cock into her mouth, 
trying to reach her gullet ... and beyond. It was a nice thick prick, all 
right. Not quite as thick as Bill's or Danny's, it was still a biggie, and 
she had to stretch her jaws and mouth to surround it, while rubbing the 
underside with the satin softness of her lapping tongue. 

One of her hands wormed its way around to his buttocks and tickled the warm, 
sweaty crack there, seeking the tight knot of his anal rictus. While she 
continued wildly sucking the throbbing cock, moving her head back and forth, 
she found the entrance to his ass, and pressed a forefinger against it, as 
Danny had done to her. She felt him shudder and slam his cock into the 
burning depths of her throat while she sucked and slavered with her mouth, 
pulling his distended whang. And then she pushed the finger in as her eyes 
looked straight up, to observe the way he would react. 

There was really no need for her to have watched his reaction, because the 
moment her finger shoved its way into his hot ass, he gasped and slammed 
forward, totally beyond any self-control for the moment. He rammed his 
pulsating whang deep into her hungry mouth, all but choking her as the head 
of his throbbing cock pushed into her tight esophagus. Her eyes bulged for a 
moment, and she repressed the urge to vomit, pulling her face back a little, 
but just a little. 

Now she realized she had a certain amount of control over him. If she 
wanted, she could make him shoot in her mouth. And no matter how angry he 
would be afterward, he would probably be too drained to do anything about 
it. 

She felt a perverse thrill when he parted his legs a little, letting her 
drive her forefinger a bit deeper into his ass. For the first time, a part 
of her body was penetrating the body of a man. That was wonderful all by 
itself. He had started out by spanking her, and here she was, in essence, 
fucking him. She smiled with the thick cock still stuffed in her mouth. It 
amused her to think she was the one doing the pronging, even if it was only 
with a finger. 

Blass was unable to keep his body still. He thrust forward, feeling his cock 
sink into the warm, wonderful, creamy depths of her heated mouth, then 
thrust back, feeling his ass impaled on the point of her finger. Her head 
and mouth slavishly followed the movement of his cock, milking it. 

Gail made little sucking gasps with his throbbing prick buried in her mouth, 
sucking wildly, determined to bring his cock to the brink of ejaculation 
before stopping. Her finger moved back and forth in his rectum, while her 
tongue continued to lovingly tease and tantalize his cock. She lapped 
strongly at the underside, all but actually chewing on the tasty morsel 
filling her anxious mouth. God! The gravy seemed to have seeped into his 
pores, because she could still taste it as she sucked strongly on the 
pulsating meat. 

"Wet and slick, the mighty muscle pumped in and out of her sucking mouth. 
She gasped and sighed, enjoying it even more than she had enjoyed sucking 
off Bill. 

"No mas," he gasped. "I cannot stand eet. I weell come." 

She took her mouth off his cock, and he pulled her to her feet. Then he 
tossed her, face-down, on the bed, and raised her to her knees with her ass 
at the edge of the bed. Using his right hand as a guide, he brought the 
now-stiff cock between the swollen lobes of her ass-cheeks, seeing they were 
still a bright red. The pouting labia of her vagina seemed slightly parted, 
as if inviting him to stab his throbbing prong right in as his finger 
reached underneath and rubbed her vacillating clitoris. His short, stubby 
fingers moved through the rabbit-fur covering her pelvis as his middle 
finger teased the seam between her vaginal lips, moving forward and back, 
closer and closer to that vaginal extension which was filled with more 
sensuality than the rest of her delightful body. Her hands clenched the 
bedcovers into tight fists as she threw her weight forward, raising her 
ass-cheeks high, giving his hands better access to her cunt. 

"Uhhhh ... Ohhhhh ... ahhhhh..." she gasped heavily, because his forefinger 
had now touched the trembling nubbin, rubbing it again and again. Molten 
metal seethed through her entire body, flowing through her as if she were a 
living Vesuvious, ready to explode and hurl the steaming inner lava right at 
the man working to bring it out of her. 

"You are ... much heavier than you appear," Blass muttered, moving her body 
around on the bed with his strong arms until he had her positioned to please 
him. Her head was down and turned to the side, pressing into the mattress, 
with her palms on either side of her head, trying to take the weight. She 
was aware of how defenseless her buttocks were, propped high in the air, 
still bright red from the spanking he had given her. She felt so vulnerable, 
knowing his eyes were glued to those heavy, round ass-cheeks. 

His hand moved between her thighs again, and once more his finger touched 
her clitoris. All thoughts of vulnerability vanished as she felt his finger 
rub her tender button. All thoughts of anything save reaching another climax 
were driven out of her mind. 

Trembling, shaking and sighing, she felt her lungs reaching for air. She was 
ready to beg him to do more, but realized she would be playing directly into 
his hands, doing what he wanted, even if it was what she wanted. 

God! What had happened to her in the last forty-eight hours? She had become 
a total wanton, a sex-depraved female in search of all kinds of cock. Even 
though her mind had rejected what this man wanted to do to her, her body had 
responded affirmatively the moment he had told her what he intended doing. 
The most frightening thing was that her mind was starting to be swayed by 
her body, and she was willing to go along with what these men wanted. A 
long, low sigh, finally escaped from her lips as one of his hands caressed 
her vagina, while the other played with a dangling nipple and made her 
realize there was no way she would be able to escape from herself. She was a 
hot female with a low boiling point, perhaps much lower than most females, 
and if she went through life feeling guilty because of it, she would end up 
killing herself. She had to accept the fact that her body needed cock. It 
wasn't merely a question of wanting to get laid. Something had been 
triggered in her body, and she needed orgasms like junkies needed smack. 

She felt his fingers continue to rub her nipples, and then he was using his 
left hand to guide his cock between her thighs again, pressing it against 
the split purse of her raging pussy. He moved his cock through her parting 
lips, pushing it through to the front of her body where the dome was 
actually tickled by her pubic hair before withdrawing once again. There was 
a moment of fear, as she recalled for a brief instant how Danny Abramson had 
caused her pain when he'd thrust into her virginal cunt. But then she 
relaxed as pleasure began tickling her vaginal walls. Blass wasted no time. 
Un-like Danny, he didn't believe in dallying when it wasn't necessary. He 
thrust into her, driving deep and hard, wallowing in her tantalizing depths, 
thrusting his solid cock into the wonderful, dark, depths of her crushing 
womb. 

Gail gasped, but it was a soundless whoosh that came from her mouth as 
ecstatic thrills blistered through her tender, shuddering body. Waves of 
desire rolled through her, and she realized even more how much she needed 
something filling her vagina. 

"You are quite a woman," Blass told her, himself gasping, able to appreciate 
how tightly her internal muscles were gripping him as her vaginal walls 
sucked on his throbbing meat. He began quickly humping his throbbing cock 
back and forth, back and forth, building fresh responsive pleasures in her 
aching body. His hand was still reaching under her, rolling the little bead 
of her clitoris around and around in his fingertips. Thrills built higher 
and higher in her body, and each time he pushed into her, she lurched back, 
enhancing the sensations for both of them. His fingers continued their 
rubbing and caressing of her clitoris, and she realized he was going to 
build two climaxes in her at once. She was going to have a vaginal orgasm 
and a clitoral climax at the same time. Tears of joy were pouring down her 
cheeks as he rammed into her again and again, filling her tight twat with 
ecstatic thrills. He built her body higher and higher, bringing her to the 
brink of an orgasm, then letting her fall back. But each time he brought her 
to the edge of satisfaction, she felt herself on a slightly higher plateau. 
He was moving rapidly, with less than a half-second between a complete 
push-pull. He fucked into her again and again, making her writhe, twitch, 
and sigh. 

He finally took his finger from her clitoris, but only after she had 
undergone a series of more than a dozen mini-orgasms and the nubbin was more 
than a little over-sensitive. His hands tightly gripped her hips, thrilling 
to the snug way her cunt clasped his thrusting steel rod. Her nipples rubbed 
against the covers beneath her, and more heat was building in her tender 
young body. He gripped her hips even more tightly, and rammed his cock in 
hard, making the dozen tiny climaxes she'd had build wild shudders through 
her. 

Gail had never felt so delightfully helpless. In her present position, she 
felt as if she were bowing to Priapos, feeling the way one of his arms now 
wrapped itself around her waist as he brought his thighs even closer to her 
body, shortening his violent strokes. He reached around and pressed his 
fingers against her clitoris, knowing it was over-sensitive. It made her 
writhe as never before, wanting to tear his hand away, yet not daring to 
think of doing such a thing. He was pounding into her like a madman, his 
wide-open mouth near her ear, whispering words she was unable to understand, 
into it. 

"Carrajo, cono, mierda, chingada, puta, bella ... "he was gasping. 

"Unnnggghhh!" she gasped, responding to his words. 

It was her only sound as his throbbing cock slid forward and back at 
breakneck speed, rippling through her sensuous cunt and building the wildest 
thrills ever felt. Oh God! She felt fantastic. Being no hypocrite, Gail 
readily admitted it to herself. Christ! She could see how, if she wasn't 
careful, she might end up being a whore. 

He was thundering back and forth with wicked, strong, steady strokes, 
fucking into her with wild forward surges of his hips as well as with a 
swinging motion that made his cock move in and out with greater speed. She 
gasped, making skitterish sounds, then trembled when his hands wrapped 
themselves around her slender waist and pulled her back into him, causing 
him to slam into her with such violence, she could feel her teeth rattle. 
His arms continued pulling her into him, while his forearms moved higher, 
reaching for, and grasping the fruit of her dangling nipples. She felt his 
fingers tickle the blood-filled extensions, then his palms cupped her 
dangling breasts, manipulating them, while his pounding cock continued 
slurping into the sucking depths of her creaming twat. He drove into her as 
if expecting to be able to sink his thick prick even deeper, though he was 
already driving into her as far as he could go. Still, hope seemed to spring 
eternal within him and he spiked his thrusting rod into her again and again, 
each drive a bit more wicked than the preceding one. He leaned into her, and 
his fingers now gripped her pretty breasts, squeezing them so hard, she 
swore he would be leaving fingerprints on her aching flesh. 

Her body shivered and shook as never before. Here was a man with even more 
experience than Danny, and he was making her feel it. Oh God! He was 
marvelous. She had never expected such wonderful sensations from this man. 
Her first glimpse of him, in spite of his suavity, had been a distasteful 
one. It only went to show how wrong first impressions could be. 

Though his fingers were somewhat stubby, his hands were wide, and they 
offered a feeling of security to her as they pressed into her breasts. She 
liked the warm, wonderful way they covered her tits, squeezing them, almost 
crushing them, holding them solidly, yet causing her no pain. 

His cock was nice, too. Even if it was slightly shorter than Danny's and 
Bill's, it made up for its lack of length with expertise of movement. The 
stroking through her womb made her feel secure and comfortable. It moved in 
and out of her throbbing inner cavern with a certain amount of ease now, yet 
it continued swelling out against the tight pressure of her vaginal walls. 

His thrusting motion in her body built the flaming passions inside her 
higher and higher, the way friction would cause two rubbing sticks to 
eventually burst into flame. His thrusting tool continued to bathe in the 
heavy outflow of vaginal brandy, slamming itself harder and harder into her 
feminine cleft. 

She no longer thought about what she was doing, merely reacting 
automatically, as if it were something that needed doing. He had speeded up 
the tempo of his fucking into her even more, and she responded to his 
surging pole with wild, back-thrusts of her tender body, slamming her ass 
against his hairy thighs. 

His strong, masculine arms pressed her flaring hips, almost crushing them as 
he pounded into her. His hands pulled and tugged her breasts, as if 
attempting to milk them. He continually varied his pressure, building new, 
different sensations in her trembling bosom. She could feel the powerful 
surges of his hairy thighs and flat hips as he crashed against her. His 
belly, though far from muscular, wasn't heavy, either. He pressed his belly 
into her back and ass, feeling the vibrancy of her spanked cheeks, heat 
still coming from them. The tight, silky walls of her tender cunt writhed 
inwardly, squirming around his thrusting cock, making it feel as if it were 
buried in the belly of a moving anaconda. She had him tightly sleeved with 
each and every one of her backward responses to his plunging strokes. 

Gail gasped, her fingers still gripping the covers beneath her. Her face was 
as red as her ass as she gasped obscenely with each masterful thrust. She 
thought she would be totally out of breath shortly, and she would suffocate 
for lack of being able to pull enough oxygen into her lungs. She could hear 
the sound of his thick prong squishing in and out of her tight gully, moving 
with a swift, rhythmic stabbing, and the obscene noises thrilled her all the 
more, rousing her to new fevered peaks. 

He was smiling now, the smile of a Latin American who knew he was once again 
victorious where a woman was concerned. In his part of the world, every man 
was a master at making a woman enjoy being mastered. And he had used his 
technique, very successfully on every "gringa" he'd ever met. The biggest 
problem for Isak Blass was getting them to agree to be alone with him. Once 
he had accomplished that, he never worried. Whether they finally submitted 
willingly, or had to be raped, they always left him with a broad smile on 
their faces, always willing to come back for more if and when he should be 
in town. 

They have the lust, just like men, he thought. Lust ees what drives all men, 
and eet drives the women, too. Now thees pretty leetle thing was first 
learning how much lust was a part of her life. Knowing it, she would not be 
able to turn away from men so easily, in the future. 

He could see she hadn't been a virgin when he'd entered her, but he could 
also see she was far from experienced. It had been left to him to make her 
realize what a slave she was to her body. Tremendously excited, he removed 
his hands from her full, swollen breasts, and slipped the fingers of his 
right hand back into the wet, slick, glorious slit where his cock plundered. 
Finding that elusive clitoris, he began teasing it all over again. 

Her sighs were louder and longer now, and her body was stiffening as she 
arched her slender back and raised her head, gasping out her delight at the 
completely arousing sensations he sent whirling through her body. She was 
nearing her fulfillment now, and she wanted to feel the full effect of it. 

With a broad smile, Blass ground his thighs into her squirming ass-cheeks, 
pumping her tight cunt with heavy, pounding thrusts, moving into her with 
the power of a rutting bull. She had to flatten both palms and press them 
into the mattress now, because each of his strokes seemed to be driving her 
forward, and only her hands pushing into the mattress kept her from moving 
forward. Her heavy breasts now swung wildly from side to side, their firm 
roundness bouncing against her chest with her nipples standing out firm and 
hard. 

Thoroughly the Latin lover, Blass pushed into her with harder, more 
deliberate strokes, feeling the tenseness in her body. He could feel her 
coming as her cunt tightened and she screamed a long, loud, 
"AAAYYYAAAGGGHHHH!" 

Her body convulsed wildly as the stroking cock sent shattering blasts 
through her. She could feel it swell and unload shot after shot of the heavy 
fluid she had been seeking, as Blass shouted, "MADRE DE DlOS! CARRRAAAJO ... 
AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH!" 

Gail felt the thick hose squirting its heavy balm into her aching tunnel, 
filling her with white sperm, making her groan as the pulsating jets added a 
new dimension to her pleasure. But all too soon the shots began lessening 
and dying down. And as he finished, she realized she had completed a round 
of orgasmic sensations, as well. 

He finally pulled out of her and flopped down on the bed as she fell on her 
side, away from him. She was panting, trying to catch her breath, knowing 
this had been the most wonderful experience she had ever known. Even so, it 
hadn't given him the right to rape her, and once she caught her breath, she 
began angrily berating him for fucking her without her permission. 

"My apologies, senorita," he smiled. "It will never happen again. Now, 
before you leave, and while I am able to raise another erection, may I fuck 
you again?" 

Gail didn't know what to say, but her thighs were opening. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Ever since Gail had told her about the Abramson brothers, Judy Warren had 
felt restless. She didn't like the idea of staying cooped up in Gail's 
apartment all day. Nor did she like the idea of shopping, or walking along 
the avenues and looking in store windows. There had been no school the 
previous day, Monday, because it had been Columbus Day. She had been able to 
sneak off and meet her boy friend when he took the train to the city, but 
there wasn't a private place where they could go, and at the end of the day 
he had gone back to the village with blue balls, while Judy had felt 
aggravatingly hot. 

When the door buzzer sounded, she was glad to speak to someone and hurriedly 
opened the door. It was Bill Barth. 

"Hi, Bill," Judy greeted, "what are you doing here? You should be in class." 

"I have my classes in the afternoon on Tuesday," he replied. "I was hoping 
to catch Gail." 

"Gail's working now," Judy replied, smoothing her blue dress. 

"Yeah? Where?" 

"A panty factory," Judy replied. "Abramson Brothers. I looked up their 
address in the phone book." 

"Yeah, well I wanna talk to her." 

"Oh good! Let me go with you. I'm bored, being cooped up here all day." 

"Okay. Come on. I have my tow truck downstairs." 

"A tow truck?" 

"Yeah. The city goes around towing away cars all the time. But if they see a 
tow truck, they think it's one of their own, and they leave it alone. Come 
on." 

Taking a spare key with her, Judy locked the door, and went downstairs with 
Bill. She got into the tow truck parked at the curb, and he started it up. 
In less than ten minutes he was parking at the rear of the building where 
the Abramson brothers had their factory. It was a narrow side street, one 
way, so he had to park with his right wheels up on the curb. 

With Judy beside him, he walked to the front of the building and took the 
elevator up to the tenth floor. The two of them stepped out of the elevator 
into the office. No one was there. 

"Gee," Judy said. "It's after one o'clock. You'd think Gail would be back 
from lunch by now." 

"Can I help you?" Mike Abramson asked, entering the office. 

Judy took one look at him and blanched. He was a squat-looking red-headed 
bear. His voice sounded as if it was being filtered through pebbles, and he 
was covered with lint and rag dust. 

"I'm looking for Gail Warren," Bill told him. "I'm her fianc', and this is 
Judy, her sister." 

"Hi," Mike smiled, and even though he looked like an evil idol with his big 
white teeth when he smiled, Judy found she couldn't help but smile back. 
There was something-likeable about him in spite of his boorishness. 

"Can you help us?" Judy wanted to know. 

"Yeah, well Gail's gone out to make a delivery for us. She'll be back in 
about an hour." 

"Shit! Bill cursed. "I can't wait. I have classes coming up." 

"You go ahead, Bill," Judy told him. "I'll wait here and speak to Gail. I'll 
tell her you were looking for her." 

"You sure you want to stay here?" Bill asked, looking at Mike Abramson. 

I'll be all right," Judy told him. "Besides, what's there for me to do at 
the apartment? Go ahead." 

Shrugging, Bill took the elevator down, leaving Judy alone with Mike. And 
Mike Abramson decided this was an opportunity not to be missed. Juanita, the 
forewoman could watch over the girls for a while, making sure they got their 
work done. Danny would be late today, because he was seeing a client with a 
large order. Gail wouldn't be back for a while, yet. Blass had an insatiable 
sex appetite, and would be keeping her busy. 

Looking at Judy, his carnal hunger mounted. He hadn't been laid in two days. 
Seeing those tapes of Danny fucking this one's sister had really gotten him 
all heated up. He knew better than to try and pop her cherry. At least, he 
wouldn't do it just yet. But he sure as hell wanted to get into some part of 
her. Shit! She was young and fresh and wholesome. 

"Hey," he grunted. "You wanna do me a favor?" 

"Sure," she nodded. "If I can." 

"Yeah, well we got this new line of nightgowns we've been making, and I 
wanna see how it looks on a woman. I mean, I have to know if it hangs right, 
and if it's cut correctly. Normally your sister would do this for me, but 
she isn't here, and I have to make sure the gown fits properly before I 
mass-produce it. Would you try one on for me?" 

"Sure," she nodded. 

Leading her into the showroom, he selected a nightgown he had on the wall 
display, took it down, and handed it to her, saying, "You go right behind 
that screen and change. I'll wait over here and make sure no one else walks 
in to bother you." 

"Okay," Judy nodded, smiling and happy she could be of some use to someone. 

Stepping behind the screen, she quickly undressed, except for her shoes and 
socks, and slipped on the nightgown. It was opaque except for the gauzy area 
covering her breasts, she noticed her brown nipples pressing against the 
see-through cloth, and she giggled to herself. It would be fun teasing a 
man. 

Stepping out, she let him see how the gown fit. He grunted, nodded, and 
said, "Looks good. Looks really good. Now let's see what you look like with 
the nightgown off." 

"What?" 

"You heard me, kid. Take it off." 

Judy felt very strange. Suddenly this whole thing wasn't fun anymore. 
Suddenly she was scared. 

"Look, Mr. Abramson, I think I'd better be getting dressed and leaving." 

"I don't think so," Mike leered. "I think you and me, we should start 
getting acquainted, and become really good friends. You know, just like your 
sister and my brother." 

"What are you talking about?" Judy asked him. "I'm talking about this," Mike 
told her, handing her a photo he'd had in an envelope he'd been carrying. 
Judy took the photo, looked at it, and gasped, Gail, her sister was in the 
photo, and she was with another red-headed man. He was on top of her and 
fucking her. Both faces were very clear. 

Judy closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight. Her sister was fucking 
with a complete stranger, and from the smile on her face, Gail had enjoyed 
it. 

"No," Judy shrieked, tearing up the photo, trying to jump away from Mike. 
"You get away from me. Do you hear?" 

"Come on, kid," Mike whispered in his grunting voice. "I wouldn't hurt you. 
I just want a little fun. Honest." 

His eyes were like beacons as he stared at her. 

You're a real cutie, he thought, putting up a good front, playing like 
you're hard for any man to get. Shit! If that sister of yours is so hot, 
I'll bet you're just as hot. 

He laughed hoarsely, his mind packed with hunger for the body of the slender 
young girl. When she tried backing away again, he reached out, grabbed her, 
and pulled her toward him, his brutal strength easily overpowering her 
adolescent tenderness. 

"Hey," he grunted. "Why don't you stop trying to get away. We both know 
what's gonna happen to you. And you know why you're gonna do what I want? 
Because I got a lot more pictures, and if you don't cooperate, I'm gonna 
mail these pictures of your sister to your mother." 

Judy suddenly felt shame shooting through her mind. She'd never thought she 
would be the one to feel such a sensation, but now she realized there was a 
definite limit as to how far she was willing to go with a boy. Maybe, when 
she got older, she would feel less embarrassed about a male touching her 
between her thighs, but at the moment, the teachings of her parents were a 
lot stronger than even she had believed. 

This man's brother had seduced her sister; perhaps he had even raped her, 
first. Somehow pictures had been taken, and now this man was telling her, 
unless she came across, the photos would be shown to her parents. Judy knew 
she couldn't let that happen. The sight of Gail being fucked would be too 
much for her father, who had a weak heart. Whatever she did, Judy couldn't 
let those pictures get to her folks. 

Looking at Mike, she felt terrified. She could only stare into the groaning 
man's twinkling eyes, shining with a hard, merciless stare. God! To think 
she had been the one to convince Gail fooling around a little was all right. 
Now she felt like the injured, innocent party. The mere suggestion of his 
grotesque body covering hers was too much. With large, round, pleading eyes 
she searched his gargantuan face and huge corpulent body, hoping to find 
some humanity in him. 

"Please, please don't do this," she whimpered, crying as the huge man 
pressed her trembling body against the wall so he could push his weightiness 
against her. "Oh let go of me. Leave me alone." 

"Alone?" he laughed, derisively. "A good-looking little twat like you has 
been left alone too much. If you were properly disciplined you'd be in 
school now instead of here, with me. Kiddo, you got some kind of a problem, 
and it's up to old Mike here, to help straighten you out. 

Judy stared at him, totally revolted. 

"Cheer up," he told her. "A session with me is a lotta fun. Ask all those 
broads out in the factory. There isn't a one I'll hire until she puts out 
for me. And if I call them for a second jazz, they're more than willing to 
come. They love it." 

"Please don't touch me," Judy gasped. 

"Hey, kid, I'm gonna do more than touch you, and you know it. I'm gonna fuck 
you in one place or another. But I'm a kind-hearted guy. I'll let you choose 
the hole." 

"Just let me get dressed and get out of here," Judy begged. 

"Kid, after we ball, you can do whatever you want. And if we don't ball, 
these pics go to your folks post haste." 

The thought of those pictures going to her parents paralyzed Judy. Her 
father's heart would never stand it. Equally bad, her parents would never 
let her visit Gail again. 

"You know I'm right, kid," Mike whispered. "Things have got to be my way. 
There isn't any alternative." As he chanted on, one of Mike's hands 
slithered under the nightgown and reached into the damp curls of her pubic 
triangle. The hair was much lighter than Gail's. There were almost no 
strands at all. 

Judy jumped for a moment, but she knew if she pulled away, he might get mad. 
His getting mad would not only result in his possibly hurting her, but it 
would mean he'd send those photos to her parents. So after her initial 
start, she remained absolutely still. 

His voice was harsh, his words crude, and the mere sound of what was saying 
hurt her. She let her body relax against the wall, all the fight gone from 
her, letting his fingers tease her youthful, pouting pussylips. The fact 
that he had pictures probably meant he had seen her sister in action. She 
should have been angry at Gail, but deep down she knew she was the one to 
blame for what had happened. If she hadn't opened Gail's mind to being 
touched by a man, Gail would never have allowed herself to get into so 
compromising a position. Since she was the one who had been playing around 
first, she would have been a hypocrite to turn away at this point, knowing 
Gail had been fucked. God! How many times, at night, in her own bed, had she 
dreamed about having a good stiff dick shoved into her cunt? Now here was an 
opportunity, and she was backing away. Yes, she was a hypocrite, all right. 

She felt his fingers stroking the soft outer labia under the nightgown, and 
as his fingers continued to titillate her, Judy realized she was getting 
hot. Oh God! She was enjoying what he was doing to her. The lewd thoughts 
continued to fill her mind, and she unconsciously parted her thighs a bit 
wider. He was whispering vile words to her, telling her she was a wonderful 
cunt, a marvelous bitch, a sweet, itchy twat, and the sound of his voice was 
making her writhe all the more. Oh God! She was actually enjoying what he 
was saying to her, becoming more aroused with each passing second. 

Good God! What was happening to her? She was only a young teenager. Was she 
crazy? Her mind spun wildly with conflicting impulses. She was terrified of 
this man. Aroused, delighted, licentious, she was still afraid of him. But 
she was more afraid of what would happen to her father if he saw pictures of 
Gail being fucked. The mere idea of such pictures being sent to him, and to 
her mother, filled her with dread. All the values she had thought to be 
important were really valueless, because, when it came right down to actual 
facts, she didn't want to indulge in anything this far out. 

Mike's fingers continued to skillfully caress her defenseless labia. His hot 
breath continued whispering insane obscenities into her ear, and though they 
sounded horrible to her, they aroused her even more. Deep inside her belly 
she felt an anguished fire starting build as no fire had ever built before. 
She could feel the heavy heat shooting through her blood vessels, making her 
squirm and writhe all the more, feeling more heated up than ever. 

With his other hand, Mike began stroking her soft, creamy buttocks. 

"Please," Judy cried out. "Oh please, don't do this to me. 

She was blubbering and wailing, struggling to tug the nightgown down. 

No longer patient, Mike tore the nightgown from her pert body, the force of 
his action spinning her around. While she sobbed, her face pressed against 
the wall, he got up, walked over to the overstuffed chair, and pushed the 
button, making it open into a single bed. Then he grabbed the helpless girl, 
and with her short, brown hair flying, threw her face-down onto the bed. He 
sat and jammed a hand between her shivering ass-globes, sliding his hand 
through the slickness of her vaginal lips until he could touch her young, 
never-before-manipulated clitoris. He rubbed it for a moment, then moved his 
finger back and forth through the gooey slickness of her tight gash. Mike 
smiled, seeing the way her cunt was responding. 

Now totally naked, defenseless, lying helplessly on the bed, her defenseless 
ass-cheeks exposed to his manipulations, she realized there was nothing in 
the world she could do to resist him. She writhed, hoping she might be able 
to slide away from him, but he threw the weight of his arms on her, holding 
her down. 

"No more of that," Mike snapped. 

Kneeling on the bed, he gripped her hips tightly. Her spirit crushed, Judy 
could only do as he insisted, surrendering to whatever perversity he had in 
mind. He was closer to her now, his moon-like face close to the orbs of her 
ass-cheeks. His fingers dug strongly into her buttocks, while his other hand 
ran up and down the long, thin trestle of her backbone. He stopped at each 
vertebra and pressed causing a little pain, letting her know just how 
certainly he was boss. She gasped each time she felt his finger press, 
making her pump her swaying ass-cheeks higher into the air. And then he 
began ramming her head into the pillow as he reached under her to caress her 
pulsating vagina. His fingers manipulated the erect clit again and again, 
rubbing it until it almost hurt. He continued his teasing of it, and Judy 
realized he was blasting bolts of unwanted lust into her body. 

"Oh God, no..." she gasped. "Ohhhhh n-o-o-o-o--. . . " she moaned, objecting 
to the sensations shooting through her. Her upraised ass-cheeks felt so 
helpless and unprotected. She tried to desperately squeeze them together. 

"Hey, you take it easy," Mike told her, his gravelly voice almost sneering, 
his palm flattening itself against the twin globes of her butt. 

His other hand came down to join the first one, and then his palms began 
peeling her ass-cheeks apart, spreading them wide, stretching the puckered 
brown star in there until Judy thought it would almost break. He gazed at 
the tiny puckered circle of her anal sphincter, nestled firmly between the 
fatty globes of her cushioned ass. He looked lower, seeing the pink crevice 
of her virgin cunt, and he was able to see the deeper red of her titillated 
clitoris surrounded by the sparse, light-brown hairs of her mons veneris. 

He could smell the faint, aromatic scent rising from her delicate pussy. His 
nostrils flared as they inhaled the rich aroma of her female fragrance. 
Leaning his head forward, he extended his tongue, which like that of his 
brother Danny, was exceptionally long, and teased its tip moistly along the 
sensuous button of her exposed nubbin. 

Judy felt a shock wave shoot through her, and she knew if she allowed him to 
continue, she would come to like it so much, she would do anything he 
wanted. She tried pulling away, but his fingers dug deeply into her 
ass-cheeks, holding her tightly in place as his tongue continued madly 
lapping her clitoris. She realized she was helpless and had no choice but to 
submit to his licentious lapping. 

Taking a deep breath, she suddenly moaned sharply as his tongue sank sharply 
into her tender vaginal orifice. The digit burrowed deeply into the wet, hot 
cave. Then his tongue licked out, lapped along her perineum, and touched her 
sphincter, making her jump again as sparks seemed to shoot through her all 
at once. Then his tongue quickly returned to her vaginal opening, only this 
time, he didn't stab his tongue into it. This time he began nibbling at the 
edges of her inner vaginal lips, rubbing his heavy chin into clitoris while 
his nose rubbed her anus. He made guttural, growling sounds as his tongue 
lapped into the tight opening, then slurped out only to lap up to her 
ass-hole. 

She was virgin, all right. He could tell. He'd had a lot of experience with 
all kinds of women. His tongue had been the right thing to penetrate her 
throbbing vagina. It was right in there, very tight. And he decided he 
wasn't in the mood to spill blood on the bedsheets. fucked Gail. Mike just 
wasn't in the mood to do that. He'd figure out some other way to fuck her. 

And then his eyes locked, in depraved fascination, upon the small, brown 
puckered hole contracting before his eyes. Yes, yes, that ass-hole would 
have the benefit of his cock. Hurriedly, he unbelted his pants and tugged 
them down to his knees along with his jockey shorts. His swollen, heavy cock 
sprang from its confinement, and had Gail seen it, her eyes would have 
popped out, because it was longer and thicker than Bill Barth's It was 
bigger than most dildos. As it was, Judy, whose face was pressed into the 
pillow, was unaware of what was happening until he rubbed it between the 
schoolgirl's long, smooth thighs. He rubbed the head between her pillarly 
columns again and again, moving the thick, red head up and down, up and down 
while his hand proudly stroked it into solid hardness. It grew even longer 
and thicker, the head turning a fierce, bright red less than an inch below 
the girl's wide-stretched anal pucker. 

Flecks of spit dribbled out of his mouth, he was so excited. Mike had fucked 
nearly all the Puerto-Rican and Cuban girls working not only in his shop, 
but in all the other shops in the building. It had been a long, long time 
since he'd enjoyed a purely north-of-the-Mexican-border-ass. He drooled, and 
his tongue began playing over her rectum again and again, his drool sliding 
into her ass-hole, moistening it. 

The thrills shooting into her had forced much of the fear out of Judy. She 
should have been numb, or at the very least, a little afraid. But she was 
none of these. She was aroused, but in an entirely different way. She was 
all heated up in her ass. His tongue was starting to drive her screamingly 
insane. God! She must really be crazy to even think of enjoying being raped. 

Her mind insisted he get it over with. His rapacious lapping had charged her 
up as nothing before. She'd never had a hand on her cunt before, much less a 
tongue. Her body was absorbing these sensations as a sponge would soak up 
water. God! She was on fire, and she had no idea what was needed to put out 
the anguished flames. And then she jumped, because she felt something else 
different. She felt a fingertip lightly probing at her ass-hole. 

Mike's eyes swelled with excitement as he stared at his prodding finger 
pushing experimentally at the tight little orifice nestled in the split 
crevice. His heavy balls, swollen with sperm, were aching and tingling with 
desire as he longed to ram his thick probe into the deepest reaches of her 
anal passageway. It took all his will power to keep himself under control. 
God! He really wanted to rape that ass. He wanted to completely and totally 
enjoy every second of thorough subjugation. These snotty high-school and 
college kids who thought they were too good for him were all missing out on 
something, because he knew he did have the best-working cock in the entire 
city. One didn't have to go to school to start one's prick working properly. 
That was something inborn. It came naturally. 

"Just relax," he grumbled, "and keep those thighs and cheeks spread wide 
apart." 

Judy gasped, realizing he was about to fuck into her. She still didn't know 
which hole he had in mind. If she had, she could have started struggling a 
whole lot earlier. As it was, she attempted crawling forward and away from 
him, her knees almost scraping against the covers as she tried moving. She 
felt so humiliated and debased in this kneeling position. But there was no 
way she could get away from him. Abruptly, she felt his forefinger digging a 
little deeper into her puckered anus. The thrilling contact sent shivers 
through her, making her recoil. His other hand kneaded the swollen, tender 
flaps of her wet vagina in starved rhythm. And then, he jammed his fingertip 
into her ... hard. 

"Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhh!" she screamed. "Gosh! What are you doinggggguhhhh 
... it huuuurrrtttssss!! ! " 

She bellowed wildly as the fingertip penetrated her tight, rubbery entrance 
and actually popped into her narrow rectum. 

"My God! she groaned. "What are you doing? Stop, stop!" 

She felt as if her ultra-sensitive rectum was suddenly on fire, as if Mike 
was suddenly cramming a hot piece of charcoal into her. She clenched her 
buttocks tightly shut, jerking them wildly from side to side in a maddening 
attempt at trying to uncork the violating finger. But it was to no avail. 
The man's thick finger stuck fast in the tightly closed tunnel of her 
seething rectum. Her insane gyrations seemed to tug it deeper into her, 
inflaming her virginal assway even more. 

"No more," she pleaded. "Oh please, please, no more, no more ... take it 
outttt ... oh please ... it hurrrrtt-tsss..." she cried, her face a study in 
agonized terror. 

But the hungry man's finger only pressed deeper and harder, her refusal to 
accept what he was doing making him growl with savage enjoyment. He pushed 
harder, getting in the second knuckle, and she writhed all the more, then he 
pushed again, getting the rest of his finger into her, feeling her wiggle 
like a hooked fish. 

"Uuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh ... aaaannn-ngggghhhh ... oooooooooh..." she gasped, 
feeling the movement of the finger sunk in her tight passageway. Her head 
slammed into the pillow again and again, trying to nullify the agonizing 
hurt as it ricocheted up her spine from her inflamed anus. The finger 
remained there, an unnatural intruder, and she squeezed her body as if 
trying to defecate it from within her. 

Slowly the red-headed man began pulling the finger in and out, moving it 
through the buttery confines of her tight rectal tube. Judy felt her rear 
passage tortured beyond endurance. She had never felt anything in there 
before. 

The other meaty hand of the red-headed man slipped around the front of her 
right thigh and moved into her seething vagina, massaging the tingling 
clitoris, building a series of confused feelings in the teenage girl's body. 
He stroked and caressed her dribbling cunt lips, making her writhe, causing 
her buttocks to move all the more quickly around the in-thrust forefinger. 

Judy's entire body was engulfed in sensation. At first she thought it was 
all pain, but with the passage of moments she realized the pain was fading, 
and quickly, a new, tickling sensation was taking its place. She even felt 
weird tinglings in her tightly closed toes. Her shoes had fallen off when 
she had been pushed onto the bed, and though she still wore her socks, her 
toes could be seen curled and tight. 

Little by little she felt him work the finger around inside her rectum until 
it was a bearable sensation. And then, before she was able to understand 
just what he intended, he forced a second finger into her rectum. At first 
it hurt, but not as much as when he'd first pushed his forefinger in. And 
just as certainly, the pain began quickly fading, and more heat began 
building up in her intense rectum. She didn't know why, but she felt arousal 
in her ass, and it was transmitting itself to her vagina. She rotated her 
ass around the in-pressing fingers feeling the strangest, hottest sensation, 
yet. And then, abruptly, just like that, he tugged the fingers from inside 
her. For a moment her ass continued to gyrate in hopes of feeling his 
fingers sink back in. The jarring sensation running through her nervous 
system seemed to let up. Oh God! What was he doing. 

And then she felt his heavy palms move to her ass-cheeks, one on each bun, 
and slowly open them until her buttocks were spread as far apart as 
possible. She felt the full thickness of his knobby cock press against her 
rectal tunnel. The huge, swollen distended dork felt immensely thick and 
heavy as it pressed against the tiny aperture, and she trembled, thinking of 
the strength he would use to force such thickness into her. 

Mike Abramson looked down at the rich red of the tip of his glistening 
hard-on. His hands stroked the helpless white cheeks, stretched before him 
in humility, and he enjoyed feeling her vulnerability. She was in his power, 
as were some of those women he had working on the machines in the factory. 
But there was something different about having an educated girl, an 
intelligent girl, this way. He especially enjoyed her youth. In one of the 
other girls working for him, it wouldn't have meant nearly as much. They 
lost their virginity by the time they were old enough to walk, either to a 
father, a brother, or a next-door neighbor. Sex was a natural, normal part 
of their lives, even if they went to church every Sunday and asked God's 
forgiveness for doing what came naturally. 

But this was a nice white ass belonging to a middle-class American girl who 
came from a family who still believed fucking should only take place after 
marriage, in a closed, dark bedroom, under the covers. Most of these people 
never indulged in pussy gobbling or cock sucking. It was too disgusting for 
their middle class tastes. Only the very poor and the very rich knew what it 
was all about. 

He pressed the bloated cock-head against the tightly-clenched hole, now 
almost back to its original size since the removal of his fingers. Making 
sure he was pressing against the right spot, he gripped her hips, then 
pulled them back as he thrust his hips forward, ramming into it with all the 
venomous hate he had for middle-class morality. He strained the tortured 
sphincter beyond endurance as he rammed. 

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed, helplessly bent over as she felt a slight 
pop as the head pushed past her sphincter, and then there was more agonizing 
pain, totally overpowering the thrills she had felt when his fingers moved 
through her ass. He slammed forward and the swollen knob pushed in until the 
sphincter was sucking on his corona. Her cringing rectum tried pulling away, 
but his grip was too strong. It was no use. As far as Judy was concerned, it 
looked as if Mike Abramson was determined to kill her with his cock, 
stabbing it into her heart by way of her bowels. Terror-filled moans came 
issuing from her mouth as she thrashed about like a gaffed shark, hoping to 
escape his cruelty. But her movement only served to plunge his cock into her 
all the more deeply. Oh God! 

Still tightly clinging to her, Mike began steaming forward, thrusting his 
huge pole even further into her tender, clinging depths. He could feel her 
young body trembling around the massive dork he had inside her, and he sank 
his finger even deeper into the fleshiness of her full, round buttocks to 
stop the trembling. 

Judy's mind was completely empty of thought. She didn't dare think, aware of 
nothing but the pulsating pain throbbing through her tight rectum, totally 
overwhelming the thrilling sensations she had felt earlier. Even the 
knowledge that she was doing this to prevent her father from getting a heart 
attack was lost for a moment in the pain. He thrust a bit harder, and she 
jumped, feeling it move deeper, and then she realized he was all the way in. 
He could go no further, and that much was a blessing. 

With the knowledge of his being completely buried in her came a sort of 
relaxation, and because of it, this new, overpowering pain suddenly began 
fading as quickly as did the pain when he had first plunged his finger into 
her. She didn't know what to believe any longer. First pain, then pleasure, 
then more pain, and more pleasure. Then intense pain, and now she could tell 
the rapture building in her ass-hole was really going to be something. 

"You're tearing me apart," she whimpered, hoping to end this, because if it 
continued, she might get to like it so much, she might make her other boy 
friends do the same to her. 

Her sobbing pleas aroused a bit of anger in Mike. 

"If I was my brother Danny, you'd be sucking on my whang and loving it," he 
snapped. "Just because Danny is tall and good-looking, all you broads go for 
him. You don't realize us fat guys have just as much feeling as the skinny 
good-looking guys. And in my case, I've got more stamina than my brother, 
and I can give any broad a really good time. No matter where I fuck a chick, 
she comes to love it, just as you're gonna love what I'm doing to you." 

His resentful anger prodded his hate even more, making him start a hard, 
savage, driving movement with his throbbing cock. She got the feeling she 
was being chopped to bits by a hatchet. But the faster the cock moved, the 
easier it moved. Where she had been afraid his knifing prick might slice her 
interior to pieces, she felt only smooth movement now, as the lubrication 
seeping from his cock seemed to smooth the way. Her aching buttocks 
throbbed, but no longer with pain. 

From this point on it was all an unexplainable feeling of ecstatic thrills. 

He reared back, tugging his cock back as far as the entrance to her ass, 
then slammed it forward again, ramming it to the bloated hilt into the 
tight, narrow, constricting channel of her anus. In out, in out, and each 
time he rammed in, it felt as if his thrusting cock was reaching that much 
deeper into her belly. 

Moaning because she was terrified of enjoying it, she could feel his 
dangling testicles obscenely whack against the wet, creamy split of her 
tender vagina, the wrinkled skin teasing the flared lips of her womanhood so 
lasciviously. 

She remained totally inert, still on her knees, feeling star-like thrills 
filling her rectum as he began pumping in with a certain amount of 
regularity. His hands still savagely gripped her tender hips as she became 
more and more acutely conscious of his thrusting, alien cock filling and 
re-filling her cuntal channel, brutally pushing into her swollen, expanded 
bottom, the amazing length of it literally titillating every little nerve 
hidden in her rectum. It widened her soft flesh, making the containing of 
his throbbing cock that much more bearable. 

Mike stared down at the way his brutalizing cock sodomized her tender white 
flesh, his eyes widening in a rapacious delight at the puckered sphincter 
clinging to his lancing prong. Thrilling to the sight of it, aroused beyond 
belief, he plowed into her tunnel until his throbbing pole was totally 
buried, and his heavy red balls were actually wedged between the tight, 
straining globes of her ass-cheeks. 

Whatever pain there was continued fading away, and Judy felt her breath 
coming back, taking on a degree of normalcy as Mike began pounding his 
throbbing meat in and out of her tight passage. Thrills abounded as his 
pulsating cock moved, and had she not felt so abused and humiliated, she 
probably would have enjoyed it all much more. She was a body, a body being 
used by him because he liked the way she looked, but she knew there was no 
genuine feeling for her. Not that she would have normally cared. He looked 
like such an animal, he was the kind of man for whom she would not be able 
to love. How could she blame him for not loving her. But this was all the 
more reason for him not to have touched her. If there was no feeling of 
love, he should not have permitted his animal instincts to get the better of 
him and humiliate her this way. If only she didn't enjoy all this fucking so 
much, it would be so much easier to go on hating the red-headed man. 

She tried clamping the cheeks of her buttocks together, but it was no use. 
The lewd fire in her was building more and more rapidly. Thrills and delight 
grew with her subconscious acceptance of the heavy penis reaming its way 
through her ass again and again. Her tender body was blasted with thousands 
of volts of electrical thrills each time he plunged his throbbing whang into 
her. Strange pleasures built up in her body, and for a while she thought she 
might be a masochist, glorying in pain. But she began realizing there was no 
real pain. There was rapture in her belly, and flooding sensations of 
delight. This was the kind of pleasure she had been seeking when she had 
first started letting boys fool around with her, though she hadn't thought 
it would first begin to build in her rectum. I was beginning to overpower 
her now, rippling through her because of the wild, almost bestial plunges of 
the man's raping cock. She leaned forward more heavily on her shoulders, 
letting her ass-cheeks fan out wide, this time sucking the throbbing cock 
into her body willingly. 

Mike could see she was totally humbled, and congratulated himself. Now the 
rest would be easy. And from now on, he'd be able to alternate between her 
and her sister, because as he was fucking her ass, the videotape camera was 
shooting away, and he would have pictures of himself fucking this sweet 
child's ass to show Gail, thereby convincing her to put out for him as well. 
Not only that, but both sets of pictures insured the possibility of both 
girls allowing their bodies to be used by customers when needed. In fact, 
there were customers who would be glad to give big orders for the pleasure 
of fucking a pair of sisters. Thoughts of taking on both girls at once, 
himself, sent his throbbing cock plunging through the widening rectal 
tunnel, plunging in until the base of his cock was sunk into her and his 
balls were cradled in the slit between her pussylips. 

Judy gasped, feeling the weighty testicles tickling her cunt, thrilling to 
the way his bloated cock totally plugged her tight anus. Then he once again 
pulled back, allowing only the massive dome to remain inside. He teased her 
rectal muscle a few moments with his corona, and then nailed the heavy cock 
all the way into her again. 

Totally forgotten now was the complete degradation of this position. The 
lewd sensations to which she was abandoning herself made Judy thrill all the 
more with the enjoyment of his blistering cock. She rocked her open 
ass-cheeks up against his plunging prong, lancing her craving ass-hole 
against the driving billy, swallowing up every last inch of it into her 
thrilled anus. 

"Ohhhhhhh..." she gasped, and he could hear the ecstasy in her voice. 
"Aggghhh ... uhhhhmmmmm ... oooooh..." 

"Thatta girl," Mike told her. "You got the beat, babe. You really got the 
beat." 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, the licentious words sounding 
exciting in her own ears, especially knowing they were coming from her own 
mouth. 

"Fuck, you bitch!" Mike yelled at her. "Keep on fucking. Just keep that 
round ass of yours moving. Oh God! You have to have the greatest ass I've 
ever fucked. Ohhhh that feels so good!" 

His voice was a whip, making her hurry her up-anddown thrusts, thrilling to 
the way his cock was filling her rectum. She shuddered, thrilled as she had 
never been thrilled before. And then she heard Mike's voice scream, "I'm 
going to come! I'm going to come. Ohhhh Godddd! I'm going to COMMMMMMMMM!" 

Hot, swollen rapids of raw semen went bursting into her raw, abused anal 
temple, and heated flashes of searing delight went rocketing through her 
tender flesh. She could feel each palpitating ejaculation of heavy fluid as 
his throbbing cock began emptying its stored-up load into her. The white 
seminal blobs seemed to fill her with delightful sensations, and she derived 
her own sensual pleasure feeling the spurts continue to empty into her ass. 
He continued moving his thick column through her rectal causeway even though 
she could feel it starting to shrink. At first she had no idea why he was 
continuing to do this, and then, the tingling which she had felt in the 
bottom of her rectum, suddenly swelled up and developed into a full-fledged, 
overpowering, thrilling climax the-likes of which she could never dream 
existed. It seemed to literally explode in her aching rectum, sending waves 
of hot dizzying pleasure running through her. 

"MY GODDDDDDD!" she bellowed. "EEEEEYY-YYYAA-AAAGGGGGHHHHH!" 

Her body began flailing insanely, her sore knees now digging into the 
mattress as she hammered her fists into the pillow at .her head. Her ass 
continued battering against the base of his deflating cock, still thick 
though shrunken, squeezing the caterpillar-like meat, trying to drain it of 
every last seminal drop of sperm. Her trembling body was trapped in a 
maelstrom of overpowering release, totally overshadowing anything she might 
have imagined. She felt as if she were being sucked into the vortex of an 
orgasmic whirlpool of unfathomable delight. 

The sensation seemed as if it would last forever, and when it finally did 
settle down and his heavy, flaccid organ slipped out of her, he fell to the 
floor, lying belly-up, like a dying whale out of water. Judy simply lay 
there, completely out of breath, totally whacked out, unable to move. She 
wanted to dress and leave, but she hadn't the strength. 

She remembered feeling the shame and remorse when he had started working on 
her, and wondered why she no longer felt ashamed. All she felt was a 
wonderful sensation coursing through her body. The slick fluid leaking out 
of her ass-hole was a medicine for the rawness he had created in her ass. 
Somehow it simply didn't hurt. 

Looking down at his corpulent body, she should have hated him for what he 
did to her, yet she didn't. Not only that, but she began to realize size of 
a man's belly had nothing to do with the way he could use his cock. 

I'll ... uhhhhh ... bet you ... uhhhh ... liked it," he gasped, grinning at 
her. "I'll bet you really ... uhhhhh ... liked it." 

"So what?" she snapped back, finding it necessary to defend herself because 
of his being so snide. "It's still no excuse for what you did to me. You got 
what you wanted. Now give me those pictures of my sister." 

"No way," Mike smiled at her. "We're really holding onto them. You see, we 
intend using you and your sister in our business." 

"I can't do secretarial work," she naively replied. "Besides, I go to school 
most of the time." 

"Don't worry," he assured her. "This ain't gonna interfere with your 
schoolwork, and it has nothing to do with being a secretary." 

"What are you talking about?" Judy asked. 

"I'll tell you better when your sister gets back. For now, you better get 
dressed. My brother and I have a lot of talking to do with you and your 
sister." 

Judy shrugged and began dressing. When she finished, Mike showed her where 
the ladies' room was. She combed her hair and washed her face, wondering why 
she didn't hate Mike Abramson. 

All cleaned up, she returned to the front office and found Gail had 
returned. 

"Judy," Gail snapped. "What are you doing here? I told you to stay at the 
apartment." 

"I ... came here looking for you with Bill," Judy replied. 

"That eunuch!" Gail snapped. "He had to go to class," Judy said. "Judy, I 
want you to go back to the apartment," Gail told her sister. "I have 
something to discuss with the Abramsons." 

"That's all right," Mike Abramson told her, coming in with Danny, who had 
just arrived. "The kid can stay. She might as well hear what you have to 
say. Then you can hear what she has to say. And afterward, the two of you 
can hear what we have to say." 

"What are you talking about?" Gail asked, feeling apprehensive. 

"Well we could start by talking about this," Mike said, handing her another 
picture of herself with Danny. 

"My God!" Gail gasped. 'This is horrible." 

"You didn't think so at the time," Danny grinned. "Now let's talk." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

What the two brothers had to say to Gail and her sister was short, sweet, 
and succinct. Theirs was the most successful ladies' undergarment factory in 
the city because they always gave customers what they wanted, and what most 
customers wanted was cunt. From then on, the two Warren girls would be 
expected to service all needy customers, especially those who gave big 
orders. When Gail tried to convince Danny and Mike to let Judy alone, they 
shook their heads. 

"You see," Danny told her, "a lot of these customers come from the deep 
South and from Latin America, where they're used to enjoying young meat. 
Judy would appeal to them more than you. So Judy goes home, goes to school, 
and on weekends, she comes into the city to stay with you. If we need her, 
we call." 

"But she's a virgin," Gail insisted. "When the first customer finds that 
out, he might get mad, seeing he has an inexperienced girl who can do 
nothing but bleed all over him." 

"We have the answer to that, too," Danny smiled. "Before she goes home 
tonight, Judy will leave her maidenhead behind." 

"You mean you're going to..." Gail gasped. 

"Me? No." Danny shook his head. "And from what Mike tells me, he's no less 
tired than I, but for a different reason. I was out making sales today. By 
the way, Seflor Blass gave us a huge order, thanks to what you did." 

"Yah," Mike grunted, "And I fucked that-sweet sister of yours in the ass. So 
I'm kinda whacked out myself." 

"So," Danny told them, "a couple of friends of ours from the loft below are 
willing to do the honors." 

Judy gasped and huddled close to her sister. 

"Yeah," Mike grunted. "Al and Mitch, the Kalgrad brothers, not only supply 
us with a lot of the elastic we use, but when we give em a nice treat like 
Judy, they tend to cut the price a little. Besides, for breaking in a tight 
teenage twat like Judy, they're perfect. Neither one has a cock like mine or 
Danny's. It'll be a lot less painful with them. And they don't take 
pictures. I think it'd be a good idea if Judy went down there alone. Gail, 
you stay here in the office and finish whatever work needs doing." 

Judy was shivering as Danny pried her away from Gail. Though both sisters 
pleaded, the Abramson brothers remained deaf. Danny took Judy down the 
stairs to the ninth floor. He led her into the offices of the Kalgrad 
brothers where the secretaries had already gone home for the day. Down on 
this floor, all the rooms had carpeting in them. Directly below the 
Ambramson showroom was the Kalgrad showroom, only there were spools of 
elastic and lace on shelves around the room The huge sofa was so deep, it 
didn't need to be a convertible. Stains on it let Judy know she wouldn't be 
the first girl to be fucked on it. 

The Kalgrad brothers were in their showroom when Danny walked in with Judy. 
Both were short men. Al, the shorter more slender one, was all of five feet 
four inches tall, with a huge hawk-like beak, curly black hair with patches 
of white, long sideburns, a thick mustache, and thick-lensed glasses. Mitch, 
the bulkier one of the two, was pure muscle, clean-shaven, no glasses, but 
with the lust shining no less brightly in his eyes. And when he and his 
brother saw Judy, they literally began drooling. Both men were wearing 
leather aprons over polo shirts and jeans. 

"Okay fellas," Danny said to them. "Here she is, just like Mike promised. Go 
easy on her. Don't forget, we need her for our own customers. Take an hour 
and do what has to be done." 

Before Judy could say anything, Danny had left, and she was alone with the 
Kalgrads in a room Mitch was locking. 

"Let's not waste time, kid," Al was saying to her. "Just strip down, take 
off everything, and do it in a hurry. We have to get home to our wives after 
this is over. Come on." 

Judy was terrified. She wanted to scream, but she'd learned the futility of 
that when she had been alone with Mike. 

"Come on," Mitch snapped, digging fingers into her arm, making her wince 
with the strength he applied. "I can tell you may be a virgin, but looking 
at you, I'll bet you've played around with your share of guys. How many 
fellas have you pulled off? Hey, I'll bet you've even given one or two a 
pipe job. I can tell by looking at a girl." 

His hand closed tightly around her throat as he yanked her close to him, 
while Al began undoing her dress and sliding it off. The sudden movement and 
the wicked pressure of the man's hands on her throat scared Judy so, she 
unthinkingly jerked away, tearing her dress as Al pulled it off. 

"No fair," Mitch told her, smacking her face. "You didn't pull away from 
Mike when he fucked your ass. Oh yes, Mike told us." 

He slapped her across the face again, hitting her so hard her head was 
snapped left, then right. Terrified, the young girl knew she had to get away 
from these maniacs. But the door was locked, and they were nine stories 
above the ground. There was no way for her to get away. 

"Stop it! Stop it!" Judy sobbed. "You're hurting me." 

"Poor girl," Al laughed. "We're hurting her, Mitch. We're gonna hurt you a 
lot more if you don't do exactly what we tell you to do." 

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" Judy sobbed. 

"That's more like it." Mitch smiled. "Strip off the rest of your clothes. We 
want you bare-assed naked." 

"Please," Judy whimpered. "Please. I've been hurt so much today. I've been 
humiliated. Please don't do this to me." 

"You lousy little cock-tease. Mike phoned us and told us how he had you 
completely nude. He told us how he fucked your ass and how you loved it. 
Well, we're going to make you love what we're going to do to you," Mitch 
insisted. "Now strip!" 

He grabbed her bra and tugged, and it ripped right off. In the meanwhile, Al 
grabbed her panties and yanked, pulling them off as well. 

Judy felt a rush of cool air caress her breasts and pussy. Her hands 
automatically went up to cover her nakedness, but when she realized how 
futile her gesture was, she let them fall down. There was no use trying to 
hide. Mitch was right. She really had enjoyed everything the grotesque Mike 
had done to her. Sobbing in passive acceptance of them, she sat as Mitch 
pulled off her shoes and socks. Then she began trembling, feeling more 
humiliated than ever before. She was nakedly sitting before two strange men 
like some kind of sex slave. 

"Come on," Al said to her. "Let's stop horsing around." 

Both brothers removed their leather aprons, then quickly pulled off their 
clothes, standing as naked as she. Both had very hairy chests. 

"On the floor, on your knees," Mitch told her. "The carpet is nice and soft, 
so don't worry about hurting yourself." 

Judy sat there, not quite hearing him. She was so afraid, she feared any 
move she might make would be the wrong one. 

Al grabbed her arm, yanked her down to the floor, and kicked her buttocks, 
snapping, "When my brother tells you to do something, you do it. Around 
here, we order, you obey." 

He kicked her buttocks again, hurting her more with his toenails than with 
the pressure of his foot. Her entire body was trembling. 

Helplessly she cowered in front of Mitch's widespread thighs. She looked up, 
hoping to convince him to stop this. When she saw his stiff whang, she 
almost laughed. Danny, or was it Mike, had claimed these men were built on 
the small side, they hadn't said just how small. Mitch's cock was all of 
four and a half inches long ... maybe ... and an inch and a half around. And 
Al had an even shorter, thinner cock. The Abramsons had been right about one 
thing: being deflowered by either of these two was going to be a lot less 
painful than being shished onto a thick kebab like that of Mike. 

Mitch was, arms akimbo, looking down at her, smiling greedily. He had a 
muscular body, and the light seemed to bounce off each muscle in turn. Her 
eyes moved up and down his body, but somehow or other always managed to 
return to his small cock. For all its smallness, it seemed formidable 
enough. It was plain that Mitch Kalgrad had used his cock rather regularly. 
In fact, he might have used it so much, he'd actually worn it down to its 
present size from a much longer, thicker size. Even so, most of the boys 
whose cocks she'd sucked were built bigger. But compared to his brother's 
piddling pidookie, his was large. Al Kalgrad had what looked like an 
infant's pecker. It was already hard, but seemed no longer than his pinky. 

She knew they were going to fuck her, and they would fuck her in every 
conceivable orifice. She was grateful they were so slender and small. 
Anything longer would have definitely caused her a lot of pain. Even so, 
never having taken any kind of a penis into her vagina, she knew it would 
hurt the first time. Once, only, she had attempted to push a small, slender 
candle into herself, and that had caused her a lot of pain. 

Recalling what Mike's cock had done to her ass made her remember how much it 
had hurt to try pushing that candle into herself. God! A thick cock would 
have ripped her vaginal interior to shreds. 

Mitch was grinning down at her, unable to visualize what she was thinking. 
Her staring at his throbbing cock made him think she was awed by it. He 
rubbed it back and forth, stroking the skinny shaft as he smiled at her. 

"like it, little high-school bitch?" he asked, leering at her. "You look 
like you haven't had anything to eat for a while. What the hell! You've 
tasted other, younger cocks I'll bet. Now I'll give you a chance to eat a 
man's prick." 

"Please, Mr. Kalgrad, please, don't do this," she begged, aware the other 
brother was standing nearby, watching. 

"Stop opening your mouth unless you're ready to use it," Al snapped at her. 

"Ohhhhhhh Godddddd!" she sobbed, tears falling in heavy cascades down both 
cheeks. 

Terror was a heavy knot in her belly. She knew she had no choice. She had to 
do what they wanted. She would have to suck that cock, even with the other 
brother watching, which made it even more embarrassing. 

"All right," she gasped. "All right, I'll do it. Let me do it as quick as I 
can, so I can get it over with." Staring down at the young girl, Mitch felt 
a vicious sense of savage pleasure. He could see she was all set to open her 
mouth and take his cock in, wanting to suck as fast as possible to make him 
shoot quickly. Well hell, he didn't want that. Christ! This was one really 
luscious, well-stacked little girl. Even that beak-shaped nose of hers made 
her alluring in her own way. He was enjoying the look of distorted anguish 
on her face, staring at the way she crossed her arms in front of her as if 
to hide her charms from him even though she was willing to suck his dick. 
Letting her off with simply sucking him wasn't good enough. When Mitch 
Kalgrad did things with a chick, she knew it. And he intended making sure 
this chick knew it. 

"No go," he told her. "I don't want you jerking my cock off in your mouth. 
No, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna be the first into your sweet crack, and 
I'm gonna make sure you know you've been fucked." 

He fell to his knees next to her, pushed her back with his hands pressing 
against her firm, girlish breasts until she lay spread-eagled on the carpet. 

Judy shut her eyes, thinking to block out all shame if she didn't have to 
see what was going on. She felt so helpless and defenseless, lying nakedly 
under him. The further embarrassment of having his brother stand by, 
watching her this way, made her want to scream. For all his ruthlessness, 
Mitch Kalgrad was still ruggedly masculine. His brother, Al, seemed like a 
piss-poor imitation of a man. Her mouth was slackly open, but no sounds were 
coming out. All she could do was lie still with her firmly trembling thighs 
wide apart, her breath coming so quickly she felt as if her lungs might 
explode. Her belly quivered, betraying her terror, as if he had a long, 
thick cock instead of the short, blunted instrument he was really sporting. 
She could no longer see the weapon as he hovered over her, his face near 
hers. 

Mitch bent over her nude, prostrate form, lowering his face until he kissed 
her girlish mouth. His lips pressed hers, and his tongue snaked into her 
mouth, but she remained listless and totally unresponsive. Undaunted by her 
failure to react, he lowered his head until his mouth was hovering above her 
naked breast. He could see she was breathing stentoriously, boobs lightly 
bobbing as her chest moved up and down. He opened his mouth, then clamped 
his teeth on her left nipple, sucking the chocolate extension between his 
lips as his teeth bit into it. She groaned in pain, attempting to twist away 
from the sudden sharp pain, but his hands, dancing lightly over her smooth, 
white belly, pulled her tightly against him. His tongue roamed wetly over 
the palpitating swell of her breast, and though she had thought herself numb 
to anything, she suddenly felt a tiny, curling tendril of delight starting 
to work its way through her. God! She couldn't be reacting this way to the 
oral ministrations of such an unfeeling animal, she couldn't. This whole 
thing was crazy. But as he continued the slow, languorous lapping of her 
nipple, flattening his tongue against it and rubbing it up and down until it 
was so filled with blood she thought it would fountain open, she found 
herself breathing more and more heavily. Her small, rounded buttocks started 
a slow, barely visible grinding against the carpet. 

"Oh am I ever gonna fuck you," Mitch told her, his mouth continuing to suck 
on her left breast, his eyes aflame with cruelty. "This is gonna be your 
first fuck and your best. No one in the world can fuck like me. And my 
brother here is gonna witness the whole thing. He's gonna watch you writhe 
and wriggle when my cock sinks into your virgin pussy. I want him to hear 
you scream and beg for more and more and more." 

Judy lay frozen on the carpet, beneath his solid body, feeling herself 
becoming more and more excited at the sound of his obscenities. The very 
salaciousness of his suggestions seemed to arouse her that much more. 

But then she realized, with the breaking of her hymen the last vestige of 
her girlhood would disappear. And at her young age it seemed a shame. She 
still had two more years of high school, and maybe even college. Yet here 
she was, willing to feel aroused and delighted when a vile, vicious man was 
about to rape her. He was doing this to humiliate and hurt her, and she felt 
her desire turning to sorrow. To lie under such an evil man solely to be the 
receptacle for his sperm, as she had accepted Mike's into her rectum, was 
horribly degrading. The mauling of her body by a total stranger, doing it as 
casually as he might help a lady across the street, with a slimy brother 
looking on, was too much for her. She would submit because she had to, and 
she would accept the pain as her punishment for not having been more 
obedient with her family. 

She felt the lower half of Mitch's body press into hers, pulling her tightly 
against him. He wrapped his arms around her and they lay tightly pressed, 
her tits foraging through the forest of dark hair on his chest. She could 
feel his rigid cock between her thighs, trapped between the soft columns of 
tender flesh. The head actually slid between her pillarly limbs, and had it 
been long enough, the head would have protruded against her clenching 
buttocks. His mouth slammed against hers, kissing her again and again, 
ignoring her passivity, licking her tongue, teasing her teeth and gums, 
biting her lips with his teeth. He writhed his own thighs hungrily against 
hers, and then she felt his outstretched finger slowly moving lower, seeking 
her pulsing, tightly closed vaginal split. His finger dipped lower, moving 
between the almost naked labia, spreading them open against her will to seek 
out her tiny clitoral bud. The moment his finger touched it, Judy found 
herself mewling, opening her mouth to let him thrust his tongue that much 
deeper inside. She groaned and sighed, but found herself sucking on the 
tongue. With agonizing despair, feeling helpless, she tried maintaining 
control over her perversely intensifying feelings. 

Abruptly, Mitch let his full weight fall on her, knocking the breath out of 
her. Then he gripped her tightly, rolled over, and pulled her on top of him. 

"It'll be easier for you to do the job yourself," he told her. "I'm doing 
you a favor, letting you pop your own cherry, riding up and down on my cock. 
I could've just forced your legs back and slammed it into you. Now, up on 
your knees, put your hole right over my cock, then slide down on it as fast 
as you can. The faster you do it, the less pain you'll feel." 

Judy was smart enough to realize Mitch was right. This would definitely be 
the best way for her. Besides, he was a mean bastard, and he just might hit 
her again if she didn't do as he ordered. 

Pushing herself up on her arms, her short brown hair hanging against her 
cheeks, her small breasts swaying sensuously with their large nipples 
lightly touching the hair on his chest, she straddled him with her thighs on 
either side of his body. Rising, she hovered directly over the 
upward-pointing cock. 

"Al," Mitch said to his brother, "you help her a bit. Wet her pussy a little 
with your finger, then bring her hole directly over my cock." 

Al spit on his finger, then reached between her thighs and began rubbing her 
vaginal split until he was able to press a fingertip into it. Then he felt 
her own vaginal juices coming down and covering his finger. He rubbed the 
finger back and forth until he was certain the entire length of her pink 
juncture was wetted down. Then he fell to the floor with his head near his 
brother's hip, and looked up, watching to see that the wet slash was right 
above his brother's throbbing cock. 

Judy, half-kneeling, half-sitting, thinking of what was about to happen, 
silently continued sobbing. The tears kept streaming down her cheeks. 
Through tear-blurred eyes she could see the wicked smile on his face as he 
reached down, gripped the base of his pulsing prick, and held it steady so 
she could lower herself onto it. He rubbed it back and forth as she moved 
lower, and she could feel the prickly point rubbing between her tender inner 
lips, and the immediate contact, instead of making her quake with fear, made 
her quiver with unwanted carnal thrills. The wild sensations instantly 
spiraled up through her body, charging through her nervous system, jumping 
from synapse to synapse, making her nipples even harder. And then... 

"Unnngggghhh!" she gasped, feeling the first harsh pressure of his pulsing 
cockhead push against the tight elastic walls inside her widespread vaginal 
maw. "Uhhhh . . .n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... please ... don't ... don't ... don't do 
this to me ... it hurts..." 

"You just keep that sweet body of yours relaxed," he told her. "I mean, you 
don't want my kid brother, here, to think you don't like men." 

His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers clutching her twisting 
ass-cheeks to hold her securely in place. Less than an inch of his throbbing 
cock had penetrated her tight pussy. Then he rammed upward again, shoving 
his spear all the harder between her sensitive vaginal walls. 

"Stop, stop, stop!" she screamed. "You're hurting me," she screamed as the 
lust-swollen point of his throbbing cock began moving through the firmly 
resisting tissues inside her seething vagina. He pushed up, slamming hard on 
her hips, his slender wand forcing her never-before-separated walls to 
widely part, making her gasp and scream ever more. He stretched her tight 
vaginal opening until Judy felt as if her tender thighs were being ripped 
apart. 

"Aaaaggghhhh!" she screamed, writhing madly on the spear moving into her 
tender depths. 

She jerked up the moment the head of his cock touched her hymen. Fear and 
pain were written all over her face, and Mitch seemed to be wearing a 
triumphant grin. He could tell from the pressure of her vaginal walls on his 
throbbing cock he was really separating her tunnel, all but ripping her 
apart. And he was getting tremendous enjoyment knowing his was the first 
cock to penetrate these hallowed halls of femininity. Her tight, defenseless 
cunt was his to ravage at his leisure. 

Suddenly he decided he didn't want to play games any longer. He wanted to 
fuck this little bitch. He wanted to sink his throbbing cock as far into her 
tight, youthful cunt as it would go. He had to show her, as he had shown so 
many others, that when he ordered them to fuck, they would fuck, and do so 
without hesitation should he have need of them in the future. And from the 
tightness of this sweet young thing's twat, he knew he would want her again. 
Damn! All these virgin cunts were the same, at first. But once their 
cherries were popped, they were no different from the multitude of other 
cunts he had fucked. They all came to love his cock. This one would be no 
different. 

Savagely, he rammed his ass up off the rug, at the same time pulling her 
warm, globular, curvaceous buttocks straight down. His rocketing cock rammed 
straight up into her tightness, tearing through her hymen as if it weren't 
there, shredding it. 

"Yeeeaaaggghhhh!" she screamed as loud as she could. 

She felt the raging hardness inside her slice straight up, and she was ever 
so thankful it wasn't a thick penis. A salami as sported by Mike Abramson 
would have probably made her bleed for a month. 

Now that he was all the way into her, there was no stopping Mitch Kalgrad. 
His madly pulsating solidity pushed through her wet, tender membranes again 
and again, and Judy gasped, feeling nothing but pain, at first. 

"Pleeeaaassse!! ! " she gasped. "You're ripping me apart." 

She had never known anything like this in her life. It was totally different 
from the ass-rape Mike Abramson had performed. Her vagina seemed so much 
more sensitive inside. She could feel every ridge, every last bit of it as 
it sunk into the soft depths of her waiting belly. Each time he jerked his 
cock up, she gasped an "Annnggghhh!" 

"How does it feel to have a cock inside you?" Mitch taunted. 

"Uunngghh!" she gasped, the cords on her neck standing out from the strain 
she was undergoing. 

Judy knew if she told him how much more his cock hurt, he would only 
increase his thrusts, hurting her more. Even now, she could feel him flexing 
it, making the head swell inside her, trying to urge a response from her. 

"Uhhhh ... I love it, I love it," she told him unconvincingly, too afraid to 
offend him. The pain was lessening, but it was still there. 

"Beg me to continue," he insisted. 

"No, no, I can't," she gasped. 

"Why not?" he teased, slamming his meat up again. "You said you loved it." 

"Your brother is watching us," she lied. "I can't say anything with him 
looking on." 

"You beg me to fuck you, you little twat, or you'll really be sorry," Mitch 
snarled. 

He throbbed and pulsated his hot little cock inside her tight passageway, 
making her fearful belly quiver again. "Beg and let my brother see you 
little high-school bitches are no better than other cunts. Go on, beg!" 

"Please, Mr. Kalgrad, don't do this to me," she pleaded, hoping to escape 
this one bit of humiliation. 

She had some small bit of pride left, and she could tell he was trying to 
rob her of that. She needed that, if nothing else. 

"Beg, you little cunt," he snapped. "Beg loud, and let my brother hear you." 

"Oh God!" she gasped. "All right. Fuck me. Please fuck me!" 

The bitter words seemed to grind into her brain, making her shame and 
degradation total and complete. He had robbed her of everything, including 
her future. All she had remaining now was the hard lump of cock buried in 
her cunt. 

Mitch, content he had shamed her, began his slow rocking motion, humping up 
between the beautiful young girl's tender thighs. He felt her moistly heated 
pussy enlarge with each stroke as the mixture of lubrication and blood oiled 
the way for his throbbing piston. He heard her cry out and groan in utter 
defeat as he continued fucking into her. 

Slowly, little by little, her body began imperceptibly responding. With each 
downward ride on his pole, Judy felt the pain become less and less, while 
seething, heated lust was rising in the tomb of her cunt. As her pride died, 
so her lascivious sensations came into being. He was igniting something in 
her, similar to the sensation she'd felt when Mike Abramson had fucked her 
ass, only this wanton thrill was beginning in her vagina and moving through 
her entire body. She was beginning to thoroughly enjoy the way his slender, 
narrow cock slid through her tight channel. 

The young girl's entire body began to wantonly twitch and tremble, and she 
moaned uncontrollably as she fell forward, lowering her head. She surprised 
Mitch by grabbing his face between her hands, holding it steady, and 
pressing her lips on his. Now it was her turn to lance her tongue into the 
cave of his mouth, lapping and licking, making him gyrate wildly as he 
fucked his powering cock up into her body. 

Mitch's hands trailed over her naked body, feeling the long smooth muscles 
under her nakedness ripple as she rode him more surely and more strongly. He 
felt the hotly wet walls of her seething pussy sucking strongly on his 
brutally buried cock. He rammed, driving it up into her belly again and 
again. 

Judy flattened her knees out so they would press against Mitch's muscular 
sides. She slid up and down the short length of his throbbing cock, moving 
with greater speed now, feeling newly discovered rapture cannonading through 
her anxious body. Each time she slammed down, she felt his sperm-filled nuts 
rub into her ass. With a soft, sighing breath, she began riding the pulsing 
staff easily, moving up and down, up and down, cramming all of his wet 
hardness into her seething depths. She tried to get his cock-head to reach 
all the way into her; to feel it batter against her cervix, and she slammed 
her body down on his thighs with the hope of really driving it that far into 
her. But the cock just wasn't long enough. 

All this time, Al Kalgrad had been nakedly standing by, watching his brother 
enjoy what was happening. He could no longer remain inactive. He knelt 
beside them on the floor and reached out, grabbing Judy's breasts with his 
left hand, rubbing them again and again. 

Judy felt his inexpert fingers playing with her nipples, but she was so much 
in heat, any additional pressure on her body served to make her that much 
hotter. She could see the man's tiny, finger-like cock extending from 
between his kneeling thighs, and the sight of it, small as it was, made her 
gasp with lust. 

"Mitch!" Al screamed. "I gotta do something. I can't just sit here and feel 
her while you fuck her. I gotta shove my cock somewhere." 

"Take your pick," Mitch gasped. "Her ass or her mouth. If you want her ass, 
I'll make her hold still while you slip it in." 

"You," Al said to Judy, grabbing her hair and making her look in his 
direction, "I'm gonna fuck you while you're on my brother's cock. Where do 
you want it, in the mouth or in the ass?" 

Judy didn't have to think about it. Her ass still hurt from the reaming Mike 
Abramson had given it. Besides, she had taken much larger cocks than Al's in 
her mouth. 

"My mouth," she gasped. "Put it in my mouth." 

"Go on," Mitch told Al. "Shove it in her mouth." Al gripped his minuscule 
cock in his right hand and, getting to his feet, moved around so his feet 
straddled his brother's head. Then he walked forward until the little 
reddened tip was pressing against Judy's lips. 

"Suck me," he snapped. "Go on, open your mouth and suck my dick," he moaned 
ecstatically. 

Judy's mind no longer rebelled against doing anything. Any shame and 
humiliation had died some moments earlier when she saw the rapturous look on 
Mitch's face. She knew she had him precisely where she wanted to have any 
man from now on. He might be raping her at the moment, but her body had 
control. over his, and not vice-versa, as Mitch thought. 

This was life, and not the reality of high school. This was the world 
outside her village, the world in which she would have to get along once she 
was graduated. She would think about it later, but right now the only 
reality was the flaming lance moving up and down through her pulsating 
pussy. She could feel flames lapping at her tender thighs from within, and 
the flames needed to be put out. And the only thing that would put them out 
was the juices she could extract from these two cocks. Their all-consuming 
lust seemed to be transmitted into her body. 

With an animal groan of desire, Judy reached up with one hand and grabbed 
Al's boyish cock. Impaled as she was on the older brother's cock, her face 
was a scant two inches from the wetly pulsating point of Al's hard prong. 
She gripped it tightly between her fingers, teasingly stroking it up and 
down until her slender loins were undulating in time to the rhythm her hand 
had created. 

Slowly, very slowly, she opened her mouth and brought it forward, her tongue 
flicking out. With the tip of her tongue she drilled into the small slit of 
his cock-head, making the man gasp. 

Al took a deep breath, his body shuddering with delight from the fabulous 
contact of her mouth on his throbbing penis. Wild chills ran racing up and 
down his aching spine and he groaned, trying to hump more of his shuddering 
prong between her sucking lips. The kneeling girl used her lips to surround 
the pulsating rod, her wetly ovaled lips tightening like a band of the 
elastic these men made and sold. Only her lips were more delightful than any 
elastic they had been able to produce. She had the entire licentiously 
swelled cock-head sucked into her mouth, her licking tongue wrapping itself 
around the strawberry-sized glans. With her lips she continued gently 
massaging the resilient flesh while her hand cupped his tiny testicles, 
tickling and rubbing them as she began sucking with a maddening rhythm. She 
pushed her head forward, and the entire length of his throbbing rod filled 
her mouth. She had her lips pressed up against the brillo covering his 
groin, and his twitching pecker was nowhere near her throat. She compressed 
her tongue against her palate and was gratified to hear him gasp in amazed 
delight. 

"Oh shit!" Al yelled to his horizontal brother. "You were right about this 
kid having used her mouth before. Either that, or she's the greatest natural 
cocksucker in the world. She is fabulous!" 

Judy, feeling his cock throbbing wildly, sucked the trembling whang all the 
harder, anxious to make him come in a hurry so she would have only one 
brother with which to deal. Her teeth dug into the flesh of his cock each 
time she pulled her head back, and white trails of teeth scrapings were 
visible. Her tongue licked furiously, rubbing the underside, then swirling 
around on top, making his hard cock feel surronded with her saliva until he 
thought the prick was actually drowning in a pool of hot sputum. 

Her body was running up and down on Mitch's cock, moving all the faster, 
fucking him that much harder. She bounced wildly while her mouth continue 
sucking, feeling the two cocks working their way through her delicate cunt 
and tender mouth. Tremendous waves of sensual delight were whirling through 
her. Her complete, shuddering, naked, kneeling body was inwardly enlarging, 
ready to blow up in a multitude of thrilling, wonderful sensations. She 
would burst and explode around the pressure of the two moving phalluses, 
both pulsating wildly inside a part of her, her body feeling as if they 
would meet somewhere in her belly. She sucked maddeningly on the eager 
little pecker thrusting into her mouth, and caused her body to anxiously 
slam down onto the slightly thicker penis slamming into her wetly dilating 
tunnel. 

"Unnhhh ... annnhhh ... ooonnnnhhh..." she gasped, unable to say more with 
the skinny little whang forcing her to keep her tongue pressing against her 
palate. This was wonderful. It had become heaven, and she knew it would be 
even better when it was with some boys she really liked. If only there was 
more. 

As if her prayer was being heard, the showroom door, which she had believed 
to be locked, suddenly opened and Danny Abramson was standing there. 

"Hey, I see you guys aren't finished," he noted. 

"How'd you ... uhhhh ... get in?" Mitch asked. "I locked the door." 

"The keys to my office fit the keys to yours," Danny told him. "I just 
unlocked the showroom door with a key." 

"So now that you're here, join in," Al invited. 

Danny, looking at the wild movements of the young girl, nodded, and said, 
"Don't mind if I do." 

Stripping down, he revealed his to be the best body of the three. Judy, 
still sucking on Al's tiny cock, could see the heavy thickness sported by 
Danny and decided it was almost as big as Mike's. 

"Hey," Danny told Al, "you go around to her ass. I think it's time she got a 
taste of some good meat." 

Shrugging, Al pulled out of her mouth and Danny rammed in, missing only one 
beat of her bouncing on Mitch's cock. Now Judy had a log crammed into her 
mouth. She felt as if she would gag as he rammed the stiff meat to the back 
of her mouth and, with his hand on the back of her head, kept her in place 
while thrusting deeper, pushing his cock-head into her tight, narrow larynx. 
Judy felt herself choking and gagging, yet Danny continued pushing, pushing, 
pushing, ramming his entire pole into the clutching depths of her esophagus. 
She felt ready to regurgitate at one point, but the thick cock remained 
buried in her throat, and she finally relaxed, letting her throat muscles 
open wide. 

"Come on, baby," he said to her. "Suck it! Suck it good!" 

Now she began to catch her breath, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled, 
breathing in the strong masculine scent he exuded. Her head began sliding 
back and forth on the thick wiener and she sucked, savoring the meatiness of 
it, biting it, actually chewing it, and pressing her tongue strongly against 
the bottom. 

"Thatta girl," Danny murmured. "You'll be better than your sister. Take it 
from a guy whose cock has felt both of you." 

And then she felt Al pressing his tiny dong into the tight narrowness of her 
rectum. At first she thought she would feel pain similar to when Mike 
Abramson had fucked into her. But as he slowly began pressing into her ass, 
she realized there was almost no pain this time. Her ass channel, widened 
earlier by the massive baton attached to Mike Abramson, was easily able to 
accommodate this minuscule member. He slammed all the way in, and Judy felt 
some slight discomfort for a few moments, but as he worked his cock in and 
out she realized she was enjoying it more and more. Now she could feel wild 
sensations building in three places at once. The pressure of Danny's thick 
cock, rubbing back and forth in her gullet, was enhancing wild sensations in 
her throat as well. She'd had no idea she was erotically sensitive there, 
but suddenly came to understand there wasn't a part of her body that was 
immune to sexual arousal. 

Judy's body was lewdly churning, every muscle in her naked, quivering self 
was tensed as she strained her hips against the maddening probe in her anus, 
then slammed down against the fountain pen in her cunt. And then the one in 
her throat was building her to new, unexpected heights. Her mounting 
sensations of inflamed desire were enhanced all the more with every movement 
as she helplessly squirmed on the three hard cocks rammed into her tender 
body. 

Christ! Every cock inside her felt as if it were alive, a thing unto itself 
and not an attachment to some man. The cock in her ass, small as it was 
probed as if trying to reach up into her belly, while the one in her cunt 
continued digging in the hope of touching her cervix. And the one in her 
mouth barely retreated before slamming itself back in again. All three men 
were not only in her, but were part of her, building and enhancing thrills 
in her as she'd never imagined they could exist. What she was undergoing at 
this moment was something most women would never know in all their lives. 
God! The thrills were building higher and higher. The three phalluses moved 
with cadent rhythm, in and out, in and out, making her writhe and wriggle as 
nothing she had ever sensed. Her nostrils flared all the more as she deeply 
breathed the combined scent of all three of them. The virile, pulsating 
phalluses rubbed her sensitive zone, building the wildest thrills higher and 
higher until she felt she no longer had control of herself. Everything in 
her body seemed to roll together into one big fiery, aching ball. Her wetly 
voracious nookie contracted all the more tightly around Mitch's seething 
cock, while her mouth sucked all the more strongly on Danny's pulsating 
prong and her ass clenched the narrow rod of Al's throbbing putz. Her body 
was trying to scream out the thrills it was feeling as she shuttled between 
the three of them, feeling the most insane sensations she had ever known. 
Flames seared relentlessly through her. She could feel her blood boiling, 
and she knew she was reaching some sort of peak. Fire ran from her belly 
into her breasts, up into her throat, then all the way down into her rectum. 
Perspiration was rolling off her tender body, falling in buckets all over 
the carpet, as well as on Mitch's body. 

"Gonna come, gonna come, GONNA COM-MMMMMMMMME! UUUUGGGGHHHHH!" Mitch gasped, 
and he began firing his hot seed into her trembling pussy. This seemed to 
set off the erotic dynamite in her vaginal canal, and though her mouth was 
stuffed with the sausage of Danny's cock, she gagged out a, 
'GGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRRGG-GGGHHHHH!" and bucked to the rhythm of the jism 
shooting into her tight cunt. This speeded up the movement of the cock in 
her ass, and suddenly she felt a second jolt blast through her as she hit 
the top with an anal orgasm. 

"UUUUGGGGHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" she gasped, the cock still keeping her from 
shouting too loud. But tight contractions of her ass tugged so strongly on 
Al's cock, he screamed, shouting "MOTHERFUCKER, MOTHERFUCKER, 
MOTHER-FUCKERRAAGGHHNNGGG!" 

Judy screwed her tight buttocks back against the short man so his small, 
jerking penis remained locked inside of her, and he was able to fire all his 
spunk into her tight, clutching, rectal canal. His hands dug wickedly into 
her waist as he pulled her back against him, keeping her steady so he could 
shoot all his seething balm as far into her as possible. 

Judy jerked and jolted as the two men continued completing their climaxes. 
Her firm breasts bounced wildly up and down, and Danny, on the threshold of 
completion, reached down and tightly grabbed her flapping tits, feeling her 
nipples sear the palms of his hands as he grabbed them. He squeezed them, 
feeling their delightful youthful resilience, and humped his hard cock all 
the more quickly into the bruised young girl's mouth. And then his own spunk 
came spewing up out of him, shooting into her sucking mouth. Her tiny throat 
was unable to swallow it all at once and it backed up, frothing out around 
the sides of her mouth, dripping down her cheeks, running along her jaws, 
and sliding down her neck. 

"WHAAHAAWWAAOOOWW!" Danny screamed, and the sound of Judy's voice completely 
blotted out the gargling sound of Judy's as she gasped. "HAAN-NGGHHH!" An 
oral orgasm had blistered through her as she was recovering from the other 
two, and she violently trembled, unable to control herself any longer. She 
felt as if the top of her head had been blasted off by a volcanic eruption. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

When Danny Abramson left his office, Mike Abramson was in the back of the 
factory, in the men's room, clearing his colon. Gail Warren, remembering the 
number of Bill Barth's father's parking garage, called, and was relieved to 
hear Bill answer the phone. She hurriedly told him what was going on, and 
Barth told her not to worry. He would be down as quick as possible. 

Gail wasn't worried for herself as much as she was for Judy. This was no 
life for a girl of her youth to discover. 

When she'd first arrived back at the factory, she was going to give the 
Abramsons a piece of her mind for what they had pushed her into. Isak Blass 
had been a gentleman about it ... after he'd finished fucking her a second 
time. He'd bought her new underwear and a new dress before letting her go 
back to the Abramson factory. Had the two brothers approached her a bit more 
discreetly, and had Danny made love to her a few more times, it was very 
probable she would have agreed to do something like this with no pressure 
whatsoever. The very crassness of the way they went about getting her to do 
this was what angered her. She wanted to be treated like a person. She 
wanted respect, even if the man was fucking her. At least Blass had shown 
her respect. But the Abramsons, by their very behavior, had proven they 
respected no one. 

"Whatcha thinking of?" Mike Abramson asked, waddling into the office. 

"Nothing in particular," she replied. 

"Hey, you know, I feel good again. How about you and me doing a number while 
we're alone?" 

"Sure," Gail nodded, "but I'm not going back into the showroom. I don't need 
any more pictures taken of me." 

"So, where d'you wanna fuck? You wanna fuck in the factory, on the cutting 
table." 

"How about right here, on my desk," she invited. "Yeah, hey, that sounds 
like a great idea," he acknowledged. "You want we should do something 
imagine?" 

"A straight fuck will suit me fine," Gail told him. 

"Okay," he nodded, dropping his pants. And for the first time Gail was able 
to appreciate the agony her sister must have suffered. Seeing the size of 
Mike's magnificent whang almost made her eyes fall out. God! It was the 
biggest, thickest thing she'd ever seen. 

"I don't have to get undressed, do I?" she asked. 

"Nan! Just take off the panties and raise the dress," he grunted. 

Slipping her panties off, Gail lay down on the desk and parted her thighs, 
pulling her dress back. Mike got up on the desk, moved between her thighs, 
and quickly thrust his heavy meat into the tightness of her slick cunt. It 
was still greasy with the secretions of Isak Blass, and his cock moved right 
in. He began humping back and forth, but the lack of friction caused by 
Blass's sperm meant it would take a long, long time for him to come. He 
grunted and gasped, throwing his cock into her with steaming regularity, 
pounding away with all his strength. 

Bill Barth pulled the tow truck up outside the building and hurried inside. 
The hallway smelled of dank sweat and rat droppings. He went to the elevator 
and pressed the button, but after a while became cognizant of the fact the 
elevator had stopped running for the night. Checking his watch, he saw it 
was nearly seven P.M. It was almost dark. He would have to take the stairs. 

Gail hadn't told him Judy had been taken to the ninth floor, so he bypassed 
the ninth and went to the tenth floor. Outside the door leading into the 
factory, he paused to catch his breath. A ten-story climb could take the 
best out of any man. He was sweating heavily. 

Hearing from Gail had made him glad. She needed him. She would always need 
him. And what the hell, if she wanted to be fucked, why the hell should he 
say no. 

Opening the door, he entered the Abramson factory, turned right, and opened 
the door to the office. There, on the desk, he saw the grotesque red-headed 
man pounding into Gail's cunt. At first he thought the man was raping her, 
but when he heard Gail gasp, "Harder, harder!" he realized it was all 
willingness on her part. 

On the floor, near the door, he saw the large brown manila envelope. He 
picked it up, opened it, and took out the photos. He saw both, Gail and 
Judy, being fucked by the Abramson brothers. Seeing it made him angry. If 
Gail wanted to be a tramp and throw her life away, that was one thing. But 
she had no right dragging her kid sister into it. When Gail had phoned, she 
had made it sound as if Judy was being madly attacked. But if that was the 
case, why was she now fucking this gross son of a bitch. 

Stepping into the room, he saw the two going at it hot and heavy. 

"like it?" Mike was grunting. 

"Yes," Gail was gasping. 

And then Gail saw Bill. The widening of her eyes caused Mike to turn his 
head. He saw Bill behind him and tried to stand up, but Gail's thighs were 
wound tightly around him, clutching him to her. He couldn't move. 

"Let me go, you dumb twat," he snapped at her. "Let me go!" 

Bill, who had brought a jack handle from the tow truck, swung it once, and 
it dented Mike's skull a good two inches. The man collapsed on top of Gail, 
who had to shove hard to throw him to the floor. 

"Oh, Bill," she sobbed. "Thank God you got here." 

"Why?" he asked. "So I could witness you putting out for that pig?" 

"Bill, don't you understand. I had to do it. I had to keep him busy so he 
wouldn't see you when you came in." 

"And what explanation do you have for these?" he asked, throwing the photos 
at her. 

"Danny, the older brother, made love to me, yesterday," she confessed. "I 
was feeling all hot and bothered after having been with you, and when he 
made overtures I couldn't help myself. I didn't know he was going to take 
pictures." 

"You really are a bitch, Gail." 

"Does that mean you don't love me anymore?" she asked, slipping on her 
panties. 

"You know better than that," he replied. 

"We have to save Judy," she told him, looking down at the body of Mike 
Abramson. "Is he dead?" 

"I don't think so," Bill replied. "I hope not. I may love you, but you 
aren't worth killing a man for. Where's 

Judy?" 

"Downstairs on the ninth floor," she replied. 

"You call the police and an ambulance for this creep," Bill told her. "I'll 
go down to the ninth floor." 

Leaving Gail, he headed for the stairway and hurried down to the ninth 
floor. Entering the factory, he took the same route he'd taken on the tenth 
floor, stepping around a bin full of elastic spools. He could hear the 
sounds coming from the showroom. 

When Danny Abramson had gone into the showroom, he left the door unlocked, 
and Bill pulled it open in time to see Danny unload his cock into Judy's 
throat. Crossing the floor, he hit Al Kalgrad first. The ugly, zit-faced, 
banana-nosed man collapsed. Danny tried pulling away, but Judy, seeing 
Bill's reflection in a dirty window pane off to the side, bit down hard, 
keeping Danny's cock locked in her mouth, and when he smacked her face to 
make her let go, Bill reached him, whacking him with the jack handle. Then, 
as Judy leaped up, he hit Mitch Kalgrad twice, and the short man lay back, 
completely unconscious. 

"Is Gail all right?" Judy asked, starting to dress. 

"Yes," Bill nodded, tight-lipped. 

"What's the matter, Bill?" Judy asked. 

"I suppose you're going to tell me they forced you to do this," Bill said. 

"At first," Judy nodded. "But as they fucked me I came to like it. I came to 
like it a lot. I won't lie to you, Bill. Now that I've been introduced to 
fucking, I intend to continue." 

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked. 

"I'm sure," she nodded. "But from now on, I intend only fucking those boys 
who I like." 

"How about me? Do you like me?" 

"Why, Bill? What are you asking?" 

"Nothing, really. You see, I've decided I like you, Judy. And I won't ask 
you. I'll tell you. I want to fuck you. Oh, not here and now." 

"Gee, you're Gail's fianc'." 

"Not really. After I saw what Gail was doing, there's no way I'm going to 
end up marrying her." 

"She'll feel rotten." 

"Not really. You see, I know you and Gail are two of the nicest girls 
around. And if the two of you can be made to behave this way, I think it 
would be easy enough to make just about any girl behave like this. So I 
don't think I'm ever going to get married." 

"As I said, Gail's going to be terribly disappointed." 

"No, I don't think so. I have something else in mind." 

"What could that be?" 

"No, I'm not going to tell you. When it's ready, you'll see." 

"I hope it's something I'll like." 

"You will, when the time comes. Come on, let's get back upstairs to Gail." 

The two of them walked upstairs and joined Gail. They waited in silence. 

Eventually the ambulance arrived and carted off the four men, and the police 
began questioning Gail and Judy. The two girls explained how the Abramsons 
had raped them, videotaping the action. A subsequent search of the premises 
turned up videotape prints of everything, including nearly twenty other 
secretaries they had coerced into working for them the same way. 

The police took Bill's jack handle, but assured him there was little chance 
of anyone prosecuting him for what he had done. Both the Abramson and the 
Kalgrad factories would have new ownership. 

It was nearly nine-thirty before the police left, and then Bill crowded the 
two girls into the front of his tow truck and drove to Gail's apartment. 
Gail invited him upstairs for supper. He accepted. 

"Well," Gail said, "I guess I have to go looking for a new job tomorrow." 

"No," Bill told her. "I have the perfect job for you. My father's midtown 
dispatcher quit today. It's an easy job, and it pays well. Would you like 
the job?" 

"Honest?" Gail asked. 

"Uh-huh," he nodded. "Normally it would pay about a hundred eighty five a 
week, but I'll see to it you get two fifty to start, and maybe that could 
work out to a lot more." 

"Gee, Bill, you're terrific," Gail whispered. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"This is a beautiful apartment," Gail said. 

"I thought you'd like it," Bill said, nodding to her. "Move all your things 
out of that fleabag you live in now." 

"You mean this is for me?" Gail asked, staring in wonder. 

It was Saturday, and Judy was with Gail, amazed at the plushiness of the 
huge apartment. 

"This is for all of us," Bill said, smiling at them. "I know Judy still has 
to go to school, and she'll have to stay with your folks until she is 
graduated. But on weekends she can come here, too." 

"Bill, what are you talking about?" Gail asked. 

"It's very simple. Even though I'm going to college, I'm also learning to 
take over my father's parking garages. Right now I'm earning better than six 
hundred a week, clear. So I can easily afford this place. This is where I 
live from now on. And Gail, this is where you live, too. From now on we 
share this apartment, and there's another bedroom for Judy when she comes on 
the weekends." 

"Why do you want Judy here?" Gail asked. 

"Why else? To fuck her, of course." 

"Bill!" Gail gasped. "You, of all people? How could you be so evil?" 

"Me, evil? Honey, when I tried respecting you, you threw me out of your 
apartment. Now I'm going to fuck you as long as you please me. And when you 
stop pleasing me, I'll toss you out on your keester. The same goes for your 
sister, and all the other girls I intend bringing here." 

"Other girls?" 

"Yeah. You opened my eyes, Gail. You're right about not putting a woman on a 
pedestal. A cunt is a cunt. All it's good for is fucking. A woman is merely 
the shell surrounding a cunt. From now on, that's the way I intend treating 
all my women. You'll live here in the apartment with me. The money you earn 
at my father's garage you can put in a bank account and save up for your old 
age. I'll pay all your expenses as long as you live with me. I'll fuck you 
regularly. Any kids you have will be my kids. They'll have my name. And if 
you live with me for seven years, you'll be considered a common-law wife, 
which means you might even inherit everything if I die before you and you're 
still living here. Misbehave, and I'll throw you the hell out of here." 

"Well if that's the case, there's no reason for me to even start living with 
you," Gail snapped. 

"You are oh-so-wrong," Bill told her. "Go on upstairs to the master bedroom 
and see what I mean." 

Gail mounted the plush steps of the duplex and walked into the huge master 
bedroom. It was luxurious, with gold carpeting and off-white Spanish 
Provincial furniture. The bed was huge, and could sleep six comfortably. 
What caught Gail's eye were the picture frames on the wall. Most of them 
were empty, but two of them directly over the bed, had photos in them. And 
as she walked closer she saw a picture of Danny Abramson clearly fucking 
her. And the second photo was a clear shot of Mike Abramson fucking Judy in 
the ass. 

"I took those photos with me that night," Bill explained, "and from now on, 
if you girls don't want these photos circulated all over New York, you're 
both going to do exactly as I say. And right now, what I say is, strip! I 
intend fucking the two of you together, one on top of the other, with one 
cunt right over the other cunt. I'm going to shove my cock in one, then pull 
it out and shove it into the other. It'll be a kind of contest. And the one 
who gets my sperm will be the winner, and the winner is the one who gets to 
sleep with me all weekend." 

"Bill, you wouldn't," Gail gasped. 

"Oh yes he would," Judy smiled, though her face was a bit pale. 

"Oh yes I would," Bill agreed, undoing his belt. "From now on, you girls are 
my own private nookie for as long as I want. Who knows? It might even be 
forever." 


THE END
