The Littlest Swimmer
by Bill Gillie
(STAG-214)


To Alice, only a high school girl just coming out of her cocoon, there was 
something super special about being a champion swimmer. Super special! 

For instance: she slept naked at night and over and over Alice relived those 
precious seconds when the entire community watched her every move in the 
water. 

It was then, reliving those moments, that her hands went to her mound to rub 
the sensitive flesh. She squeezed her thighs against the edge of her palm, 
rubbing the twin halves of her twat until her juices began to run and her 
breathing became labored. 

So good, she thought. 

But that was because she didn't know how much better it could be when a 
specific man was watching-and doing it to her! 


PROLOGUE 

Alice stared at Bert and anger poured out of her like hot lead out of a 
mold. She was surprised that he couldn't feel it. Bert was standing by the 
bed, his legs spread, holding a towel over his shoulder. 

"Well," Alice snapped. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" 

Bert just smiled. He stood there so smug, so naked, with his cock hanging 
over his swollen balls that she couldn't help hating him for the fucking 
monster he really was. And this was the man she had trusted with her career, 
with her life! God, what a fucking monster he was. 

"Say something," she ordered. Her will to fight was dead. "I won't tell the 
police," she said reassuringly. "They'll never know." 

"Fucking right they won't," Bert replied. He stared back down at her and 
laughed cruelly. "No way, cunt. You're going to stay here and do what you're 
supposed to do or you know what will happen. Besides." and he chuckled as if 
he knew something she didn't, "you can't do anything about it." As if to 
prove the point, he whipped the towel off his shoulder and snapped the end 
against her breast. 

"Yaaaa!" she shouted, surprised more than hurt. Goosebumps popped up on her 
naked flesh. They ran across the soft skin of her fast-reddening breast like 
water washing up on the beach. Alice twisted helplessly against the table. 
She didn't know Bert was so crazy or how long he had been planning this 
escapade. But she didn't want to think about him anymore. The goose bumps 
flowed down to her snatch and prickled as they rose on the soft mounds of 
pussy flesh under her pubic hair. 

"Ooooo, no! Please, Bert, no!" 

Even as she cried out, Alice couldn't stop the moisture that started to pump 
between her spread thighs from her swollen cunt. She turned instantly wet. 
The effect was embarrassing. With great persistence, Alice squeezed her 
knees together stopping the trickle of excitement that gathered in the 
swollen hillock of her cunt. She was wet and soppy and a strong odor rose up 
from the juices that oozed from her slit. She shuddered, hating herself, 
hating her womanhood for betraying her. Bert just laughed. His eyes beamed 
like spotlights as they explored her. The dark V of her crotch was 
tantalizing. He wanted to drag his tongue along her thigh, making her 
wiggle, then spear her young slit. 

All the young girls went crazy under his persistent licking. The juices that 
flowed from their cunts was the stuff passion was made of. Once the flow 
started, no matter how much they protested, he knew his tongue would drive 
them up the wall. 

Alice's eyes rolled up in her head so that she could see what Bert was 
doing. It made her shiver with a delicious sort of fright. But that couldn't 
stop her from looking. Just looking! She told herself, and she trembled 
violently. 

Because Bert's cock stood out erect as a quarter-inch metal pipe. Never had 
his cock looked so big, so imposing. Her knees started buckling and the 
flesh quivered like jell-o and for the first time she realized how hopeless 
it was to put up a fight. Bert was going to do whatever damn well pleased 
him. 

As if by telepathy, Bert answered her by saying, "I'm glad you have 
recognized your position." When her eyes jumped with surprise he only 
smiled. Women were so stupid, he thought. As if he didn't know what was 
going on inside her fourteen-year-old mind. It didn't take a mind reader to 
understand the various conflicts going on. He pulled his fingers along the 
soft skin covering his cock, watching Alice's saucer-size eyes following his 
hand all the way down to the wedge-shaped tip. "How would you like to suck 
it?" he asked. And when she started to answer no, that she would never do 
such a thing to a crummy pervert, he just laughed. "I bet you would," he 
answered. "I bet sucking my cock would make your cunny soft as mush." He 
laughed wickedly. "Soft as ice cream on a freshly tarred street!" 

Alice was mad, burning mad. She wanted to reach up and take his cock in her 
mouth and bite it off! That's what she told herself. But as her eyes grew 
moist from watching Bert play with himself, she felt a deep stirring of 
passion rumble through her belly A voice told her that she was fooling 
herself; if Bert wanted fellatio then she wasn't about to spoil it by 
chomping down on his tool. 

That's wicked and evil of me, Alice told herself. I would do it ... I would 
let him stuff my mouth with his cook. And I would suck him too! She wanted 
to deny this inner passion. She wanted to smile unashamedly and say her body 
did not yearn for his sex. But she couldn't, not when her cunt and ass-hole 
and her groin and her sharp-pointed pink nipples yearned for it. 

"Well?" asked Bert, snapping the end of his dong with a fingernail. A wave 
of pain ripple through his shaft and into his perked, eager muscles. "Say it 
and I will." 

Alice nodded, closing her eyes as her head indicated yes, she did want him, 
wanted him right that instant! 

"Not good enough," said Bert. He moved closer to the table, his thin, 
tubular sex pressed against her quivering thigh, waiting for her to react. 
Alice groaned wildly, her chest heaving up and down. Bert was convinced. The 
girl is hot, he thought, really fucking HOT! 

His cock ran up her thighs like a lizard rushing under a cool stone on a 
hot, sunny day. He was at the end of the sofa, between her knees. He leaned 
forward and was coaxing his dick down the side of her leg. 

"Hurry!" She had changed her mind like most women did if a man is persistent 
enough; she didn't refuse him. Alice wanted him between her legs right that 
very instant. The smooth skin of her soft, inner legs was sweaty. Her flesh 
gleamed in the hot artificial light. She felt the sweat trickling through 
the soft hair covering her pussy. Hurry!! 

Bert guided his wedge-shaped dick up to her soft, furry mound and worked the 
head back and forth between her wet pussy lips. Her legs open like the 
halves of a sandwich. Only a month ago, Alice had been a virgin, now she was 
soft as cream cheese. His cock could slide into her fourteen-year-old cunt 
and stay forever and a day. "Oh, baby," he said, probing her cunt. The 
private journey had begun as he lifted his flickering shaft to her dripping 
sex well and worked in slowly, deliberately, carefully. 

Her cries subsided and Alice surrendered. She loved the smooth, demanding 
feel of his dick surging into her. She clasped down and tried to hold him 
between her cunt lips, but Bert kept going in deeper and deeper. He went in 
and in, wiggled about with a suddenness that made her back arch with 
surprise and then he withdrew. 

"Fuck me," she cried in desperation. "Don't play with me, fuck me!" Alice 
surged against his thighs and raised her hips. She felt awful without him 
and for a terrifying moment thought he would not come back; she had angered 
him, perhaps, and this was his way of getting even by exciting her pussy and 
then pulling out. 

But that's stupid, she thought. Bert wouldn't go to that trouble just to 
upset me. Alice grunted like a hog and heaved her pelvis up, her head 
rising, twisting. Her legs spread further apart and she started a tantrum, 
right there, a tantrum that went no further than the first scream because 
Bert jumped between her legs and fed dick into her cunt hole with one 
jolting shot. 

"Yaaaa!! " she yelled. Her constricting cunt hole closed up tight as a nut, 
then irised open, straining against Bert's pecker. He grunted furiously, 
stuffing her hole with his prick. 

"You do like it!" he shouted, twisting this way and that. "Like my cock ... 
it feels good inside your soft, gooey guts." 

And it did, and she wouldn't deny it. Her whole being was concentrated on 
the thing sliding up the hot sleeve of her cunt. Alice was engrossed with 
the feeling of being split, the hot pulsating of her cunt around his surging 
dick that felt so wildly strange forcing its way up her twat. Strange but 
exciting! 

She fell back into the layer of sweat covering the table and received his 
penis. His weight, all 200 pounds of him, settled on her chest and belly, 
his thighs pressed like giant hams against her. He consumed her with his 
flesh and only his hot poker made her react. Alice was screaming now, 
yelling with passion and an urgency that made the hairs on the back of 
Bert's neck stand out straight. 

"Fuck me, Bert! I want it ... want you! Stick it in my hole! I'm begging 
you! Do it! Do it to me now!" 

Man, thought Bert, she's so fucking hot there's no telling what might 
happen. She might pee on herself. 

That didn't appeal to him and he knew for a fact that such things were 
possible. Hell, anything was possible when it came to sex. He knew a girl 
who peed through her high-school formal when her boyfriend produced a dildo 
at the dance. 

"Oh, baby, anything you want, you'll get," said. Bert. His red-tipped cock 
bobbed up and down in frenzied excitement as he leaned forward. His hands 
twisted wildly, massaging her tits, moving the hard nipples around like 
toggle switches. His cock was imbedded in her sucking hole and her flesh was 
squeezing him with glorious delight. Her hole was fantastic! He withdrew 
quickly with a corkscrewing motion of his butt and then forced his way back 
through the constricting cunt folds, hearing Alice go crazy as he fucked. 

"Harder! Oh, harder!" she cried. She thrust her crotch at him, popping his 
200 pounds up in the air. When he came slamming down her juicy cunt 
swallowed every inch of his dick. She wanted to scream, the sensation was so 
intense. She was being overwhelmed. 

"Hey, thata girl," Bert said, now sweating. His sperm rose up from his 
bloated scrotum and filled his rock-hard shaft. He had wanted to fuck 
forever, but that was clearly impossible. She was too hot, too intense, her 
cunt alive and vibrating like a piano tuner. He couldn't hold back even if 
he wanted to. Her cunt muscles squeezed him tighter, and tighter. Saliva 
dribbled from her mouth, her head bobbing back and forth, greedy and waiting 
for his hot sperm. The fetid smell of sex filled his nostrils. The odor was 
pungent in the small room, thick and overwhelming as musk oil. He kept 
fucking her cunt hole, hoping for a miracle to happen. The sperm was filling 
up his cock and the scream readied on his dry lips. His hips flew into a 
rage of punching strokes. The soft, squishy cunt folds received him hungrily 
like a baby consuming a nipple. 

"In, baby, in!" he shouted, drawing back, feeling his cock slide out of her 
grove for a final time and then as his blood raced frantically, he drove 
forward into her stinking, juicy void. Hard, clear and straight ahead he 
went. Deeper and deeper he sank, the flesh soft and warm all around him. He 
felt something snap, heard Alice scream and then his cock exploded. His 
sperm went shooting free of his tortured cock and he experienced the full 
exhilaration that comes with hard fucking. 

It was the last thing he felt before the wood club came crashing down on his 
skull. 

Alice looked up at the familiar face and at first refused to believe what 
was happening. Bert fell on her chest as his sperm shot into her cunt. The 
jarring explosion jolted her to the very core. She had been opened, really 
opened for the first time and her cunt was wet with Bert's come and Alice 
felt sensational. 

The man grabbed Bert roughly by the shoulder and pulled him away. Alice 
watched horrified; Bert's spurting cock popped from her cunt hole, denying 
her any chance at all of an orgasm. She had been brought to the very peak 
and left there. Her lips opened, formed an O, sucked in, ready to scream. 

"Cunt!" he shouted hoarsely. "Stupid, perverted little whore of a cunt. I 
should kill you, you sick vile thing!" 

He's insane, thought Alice. He continued cursing her, oblivious to her 
teeth, his hand drawing back to whack her a second time. 

Alice was so scared she didn't know how to respond. Her cunt was unbearably 
hot, hot as coals in a live furnace. Myabe if I suck him off, he'll leave me 
alone, she thought. It was a wild, impetuous thing and obviously would not 
work in the situation. 

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, sweetie," he said. Then with a flick of 
his hand she was spun over on her backside and a hand was put between her 
thighs. The stale smell of sex stayed in the air, and all-pervading smell. 
There was sperm on the table and her pussy squished about in the white goo. 
Her thighs rashed with goose bumps as the hand found her soft mound and 
gently fingered her oozing slot. 

"I bet that drives you wild," sneered the man. Unknown to her, he carefully 
unbuttoned her pants and let them drop down to the floor. He had watched the 
two of them horsing around until his stomach made gurgling sounds and he 
felt sick. Alice had betrayed him. She was every bit the slut that her older 
sister was. It had to be a genetic trait; two girls just don't turn out bad 
like that. It was evil, pure and simple. Maybe the girl was possessed, he 
thought working his hard member between his fingers. His cock stem flinched 
under his guidance. Was he man enough to finish what he had planned. He 
snapped the circumcised cock head and felt the thrill of pain shoot back to 
his prostate. He worked his hand upward into the girl's backside until a 
finger rested nice and comfy between her butt cheeks. 

Alice had an idea what was to happen. But she asked anyway. "Are you going?" 
she began. 

"Bet your life," he finished. Then as if to answer his question he peeled 
back her cunt lips and worked his dick into the crease. 

"I'm going to fuck you." he said, prodding her with his coarse male member. 
"And that will just begin our fun." 

 CHAPTER ONE 

One complaint about living on the Strand was the fog. It rolled in around 
midnight and stayed until mid-morning when the sun's warmth finally burned 
it off. The fog was a year-around pain in the ass; commuters drove at a 
snail's pace because visibility was knocked down to twenty feet. 

Yet there was no better place to live in Southern California than the 
Strand. The small, conservative town was clear and tidy and the residents 
were stylish and athletic. There were no slums or ghettos, the economic 
picture being decidedly middle class. The Strand had two beautiful golf 
courses and an Olympic-sized swimming pool where the town's famous swim club 
practiced. Tourists flocked to the century-old hotel called The Strand, 
built during the pre-tax years of the Rockefellers and the J.P. Morgans. 
There were lots of attractions for the newcomers just as there was lots of 
recreation for the residents. If it weren't for the damn fog, the Strand 
would be heaven on earth. 

Alice Dilly was, perhaps, the only one who didn't complain about the thick 
blanket of fog that covered the island. It was actually a thrill for her, 
riding her ten-speed through the hazy mist during the morning. It was a few 
short blocks from the Dilly's two-story house down to the swimming pool, a 
distance the girl covered easily in a few short minutes. The fog was a 
friend; it concealed her early-morning swims from the prying eyes of the 
community. Alice was up early when the fog was thickest and she coasted to 
the pool, the swirling white vapor wrapping her in a cool, thick cloud. 

She had made her secret journeys to the pool after her sister Darlene had 
gone off to college. Alice was only a high-school sophomore, but her sister 
had been very close and when Darlene left, Alice was alone. 

"You'll have to come up and see me," read one of Darlene's letters. "There 
are so many good-looking boys, you'll just flip." Alice had meant to go. She 
might even have the courage to talk to boys and maybe double date with her 
sister-if she could find the right man. But Alice had no car, and no friends 
to go with her. For weeks, Alice held onto her sister's letter like it was 
her ticket to freedom. But Darlene didn't write again, and the trip was 
forgotten. 

Instead, Alice turned her attention to swimming, the one thing she was good 
at. And on the Strand that, was no mean achievement. The town had spent $10 
million on the pool complex and hired Bert Anderson, a local boy who went 
onto the Olympics, to coach. 

The Strand was a one-sport town and it was a stroke of luck that a shy, 
awkward girl such as Alice could turn out to be so graceful in the water. 
She was not as fast as Darlene had been, a fact which irritated her, but she 
was rapidly improving. The pool was a second home to her. 

Alice was shy around boys, but up on the starting blocks, she was brave as a 
bull. Stretched over, feet planted firmly, ears perked for the starting gun, 
Alice was the master of herself. The cheering of the crowd was music to her 
ears; the feeling of approval, of belonging acted as an aphrodisiac. At such 
times her breasts swelled to the size of grapefruit and her thighs tingled 
with electricity. A wonderful tension rippled magically between her legs, a 
jolting sensation that carried her away. It was a rare moment for her. The 
nylon tank suit stretched over her curing hips and fanny was so tight it 
felt like a surgeon's glove against her goose-fleshed skin. The designers 
had made the suit tight to cut down water resistance, but the fabric was 
ridiculously thin. Alice knew very well how revealing a tank suit was. Her 
tits jiggled like water balloons and the hard, red nipples jutted out like 
thumbs. 

She wore her suit only at races when it was all right for the people to 
stare. Let them look, she thought. Because at that instant before the 
starting gun exploded and she came off the blocks Alice didn't care. She 
wanted them to! It only made her pulse race faster knowing that one hundred 
pair of eyes were languishing on her breasts or staring at her cunt! 

Alice glued her eyes on the water. But she could feel the crowd's reaction, 
their passionate examination of her twat mound, the delight they got craning 
their necks to see the thin, black crack which split her cunt lips in half. 

Alice had her first orgasm on the starting blocks. Or rather, what she 
thought was an orgasm. It happened at the Master's Invitational, in the 
individual medley event. Her cunt had prickled with a feverish glow and she 
gasped audibly; she was on fire! She squeezed her thighs until the skin went 
white, but the pressure did no good and her cunt wiggled spastically filling 
her womb with unimagined pleasure. Then the gun roared and she hit the 
water, her twat throbbing as her thighs slapped the placid water. 
"Aaaaaahhhhh," she groaned, her body churning through the water. Her vagina 
had shriveled down into a hard, little knot wiggling and throbbing 
unbearably. Off the block she had corned hitting the water with a plop, 
sleek, young body undulating through the pool with a dolphin-like fluidness. 
Later, she was told her winning time was only a second off her sister's club 
record. And Alice had been ecstatic! She was proud of her winning time 
especially so since Darlene was at college and Alice was left alone to 
battle with her parents. Her father was usually at work in the gas station 
when swim meets were held. But he'd managed to make this one, sober, too. 
Alice did not forget the warm cheery smile that her father wore and when he 
pulled her close and kissed her on the cheek, her ears were ringing. "Well 
done, baby," the old man had told Alice, and she was truly ecstatic. Alice 
even forgot to feel embarrassed by the swim suit that showed up her nipples. 
Or at the odd sensation in her chest when her breasts pushed into her 
father. A good day, a real good day, she thought toweling off the water. The 
tinging sensation was gone. In the changing room, Alice looked in the mirror 
and saw nothing had changed. The same blonde hair, the same freckled skin 
and the same awkward body. The fire in her loins-later Alice would call it 
an orgasm-had made the world different for her. A part of her life was over 
and another just beginning. While this change was not reflected outwardly, 
Alice could feel something new and radiant inside her. Up on the starting 
block, her glands vibrated with life, her cunt smoldered like a live coal. 
When she went to bed that night, Alice did not put on her underwear. 
Instead, she slept naked and over and over as sleep gradually overtook her, 
Alice relived those precious seconds when the tiny community of Strand 
watched her every move. Her hands went to her mound to rub the sensitive 
flesh. Ohhhh! she groaned to herself. It felt good, very good! Better than 
anything she could remember. She squeezed her thighs against the edge of her 
palm, rubbing the twin halves of her twat until her juice began to run and 
her breathing became labored. So good, she told herself, rubbing and 
hunching her newly awakened cunt. So very gooood! 

The bicycle moved silently, only the clickety-click sound of the chain 
giving any indication of the bicyclist's presence. The fog was unusually 
thick with a visibility of less than ten feet. It didn't matter; Alice knew 
the way by heart. The white cloud of fog shrouded her approach. The pool did 
not open for three hours when the adult swim classes were held. The doors 
were locked, Alice knew, pedaling to the far end of the complex where she 
always parked her bicycle. 

The pool was cut off by the brick fence except on the far side. An earth 
mound at the far end made leaping the fence easy. A quick push with the 
hands, and Alice was over, her feet landing softly on the swim deck. 

Her heart pounded with excitement, as it always did when she made her 
morning swims. Her father was at that moment sleeping off a hangover and her 
mother was back east visiting her sick mother. Sick, thought Alice 
remembering the long absences her mother frequently made. Maybe her mother 
was sick too. Sick in the head. Alice looked at the pool, clear as 
shimmering glass. The fog descended right down to within a foot of the 
water. You could look straight at the billowy haze and not see ten feet. Yet 
stoop down, and you could see all the way across the pool's surface. 

The heated pool invited her, the calm, still water ready to bathe her 
anxious flesh. Alice reached for the zipper on her warm-up suit and felt the 
dull, numbing attack of fear. She tightened her lips and squinted hard, 
staring into the fog. Nothing! It was the same every morning. 

Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Her numb fingers gripped the metal zipper tab and 
pulled down in one, even movement. The cold air rushed in to chill her 
breasts, as Alice removed her warm-up jersey and lay down by the diving 
board. 

You're getting big, she told herself, cupping the soft mounds and fingering 
the tight, nipple ends. Electricity jumped through her chest. Alice gasped, 
squelching the cry in her throat. Oh, it was wonderful, God, so wonderful. 
She flicked the raised nipples back and forth like toggle switches. The pool 
invited her. Alice stooped down, touched the water and wet her nipples. 

Hurry! she told herself. Hurry and take off your pants. The thought of 
getting caught was terrifying. If someone discovered her swimming nude in 
the city pool. . . She hated to think of the consequences. Quickly she 
tugged at her pants, pulling them off in one motion. Her pulse went 
lickety-split, as she told herself for the umpteenth time of the stupidity 
of continuing these morning swims. 

You must be sick! she thought, dipping her feet into the water and watching 
the ripples spread outward. Real sick! She went in up to her knees and 
wiggled her toes. Shaking spasms clutched at her, a terrible, dreadful 
sensation that exploded like a vivid nightmare, it was all so beautiful, so 
unreal. With very little difficulty, Alice could close her eyes and imagine 
herself on the diving blocks, the crowd roaring its approval, waiting to hit 
the water. She shook as if in the grip of a fever and the warm glow-returned 
to her pussy. In, go in, she told herself, slipping lower into the water. 
Her arms strained to support her weight. The water level reached the top of 
her thighs, the rising vapor swirling around her cunt. It tingled against 
her mound, a sensation that was exciting and erotic. She kicked her legs 
out, performing a slow flutter kick. Her face was lost in the fog, but the 
rest of her was in plain view. Her tits quivered like jell-o popped fresh 
from the mold; her breasts were the most sensitive part of her body, the 
first to detect pleasure or sense danger, but now they were soft and warm, 
the nipples erect as thimbles. Alice dropped lower, past her cunt until her 
bent arms threatened to break. Her nipples touched the water's surface, warm 
as a sucking mouth and for a moment she found herself dreaming of the swim 
crowd applauding, of a man's tongue licking and sucking. The longer she held 
herself, the more intense her fantasies. Oh, it was beautiful. For one 
delirious moment, she experienced the sublime pleasures of sex and then in a 
flash, it was over. 

Alice dropped into the water with a tiny splash. She kicked her legs, 
propelling herself forward, then added the arm stroke. Her body rippled 
across the pool like a silk ribbon being pulled through the wind. Her arms 
came down in a butterfly stroke, the elbows bent, the forearms pushing water 
like seal flippers and then the plunging violent dolphin kick slapped the 
water and her body rose in a smooth graceful curve, hung there for a 
fraction of a second, then slipped back silently under the surface. 

The rush of warmth swelled her nipples and teased her cunt. The swirling 
current created by her strokes splashed down the length of her chest and 
tight belly, down through the trough of her cunt. It was a Jacuzzi effect, 
only the water jets were controlled by her swimming speed. The faster Alice 
went, the more sensation attacked her straining muscles. She felt the warm, 
rushing effect and gasped. For by undulating her hips, water shot up between 
her rump cheeks; it tickled her ass-hole, a wonderful feeling, and she swam 
harder to keep her body constantly stimulated by her own movements. 

Lap after lap went by. A quarter-mile and then another and another until 
Alice could swim no more and grasped the pool gutter gasping for breath. Her 
toes tingled from lack of oxygen and closing her eyes, her brain spun like a 
roulette wheel. Physically exhausted she arched her back and floated out 
into the water made wavy by her swimming and breathed in the cool, clean 
air. Alice closed her eyes to the fog and the pool, letting the gentle wave 
action rock her into a dreamy state. 

She wanted to get away from the Strand and go see her sister. Alice worked 
her fingers down to her mound and gently stroked her twat, working her 
fingers between the two lips and massaging the soft vaginal flesh within. 
Rocking back and forth in the pool was almost like fucking. Alice had never 
gone "all the way" with a boy before. But she would, or rather she would let 
a boy rub her cunt and push his cock between her thighs. Girls were expected 
to behave differently, to perform for boys and it made her sick. The thought 
of taking a boy's dick into her mouth revolted her. Once Alice asked her 
sister if boys really wanted their cocks sucked by girls and Darlene had 
laughed. But she never gave a straight answer. Now Alice knew why. Darlene 
was sucking boys, maybe right now in the morning. Dormitories were 
coeducational, which made sex very handy, thought Alice. She probed her cunt 
with two fingers. The heat built up inside her like a furnace. Why didn't 
Darlene write her again? She would turn down a second invitation; no she 
most certainly wouldn't! 

Alice jammed a finger into her vagina and twisted her hips, humping wildly, 
feeling the finger twist and turn up inside her cunt. It felt so good! 
Nerves strained by exertion twitched spastically as she pumped her hole. 
Alice wanted a man in the worse way. But how? Nobody at school like her. And 
even if a boy did, what would her father say? Who wanted to date a girl 
whose father was drunk? 

The bastard, Alice thought. It was almost time to leave the pool. But she 
had one thing left to do. Jamming her cunt, Alice tuck-dived to the bottom 
of the pool, reaming her hole as she dolphin-kicked. Holding her cunt lips 
apart, the water flooded into her channel like a giant douche. She kicked 
and squirmed and hunched until her lungs ached for air. Frantically she 
worked her cunt hole, going in and out until the frenzied finger fucking 
paid off. Her vagina squeezed shut, her body jerked forward and Alice 
screamed a shower of bubbles. She had orgasmed again! The sudden, explosive 
pain in her crotch became a gentle roar of passion exploding along her 
nervous system. Her head broke the water's placid surface and her eyes 
snapped open, wild and filled with tears of happiness. Gently, she rubbed 
the soft mound that had given her such happiness. Her arms were weak as 
rubber bands, as the pulled her body up over pool side. There was no time 
for toweling herself off. She quickly climbed into her warm-up suit and 
shook what water she could from her hair. 

The fog was lifting and she could hear the cars along the highway honking 
their horns at the mounting traffic. Alice was late again. Every day it 
seemed she stayed longer at the pool. And Alice was worried. I'd simply die 
if someone found out, she thought, zipping up her jersey and going up the 
wall. She jumped, landing softly on the other side and climbed on her 
bicycle. "I'd just don't know what I'd do. 

Several minutes after Alice's departure the door leading to the filtering 
plant opened and a man emerged. The room housed the pool's two big filtering 
systems, but the space had been enlarged and a window installed under the 
water level so coaches could watch the divers and swimmers. The man had been 
changing the chlorine when Alice made her first nude swim, and the surprise 
of seeing her in the pool swimming naked had a jolting effect. He watched 
with disbelief; this couldn't be happening! But it was! Her breasts juggled 
and her butt thumped up and down and he laughed, telling himself how silly 
it all was yet his eyes never left her sensuous silhouette. 

He cursed her and secretly loved her and not once did Alice ever fail to 
make him hard. She's only halfway through high school, he groaned, jerking 
the long, hard length of his cock. 

He climbed from the plant and locked the door. He crumpled the towel 
containing his sperm into a wad and threw it into the trash can. He had come 
every day Alice had swum. He had had a few sex problems in the past. But he 
didn't have to worry about impotency anymore. His cock functioned better 
than ever. 

And that was the problem. Alice turned him on. A fourteen-year-old girl made 
him come. And jacking off was not enough anymore. He needed a woman, needed 
the warm, soothing feel of cunt flesh squeezing down on his dick. 

Oh, man! he thought, rubbing his hands. I just don't know what to do. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Bert watched the girls outfitted in the tight swim-suits jumping around the 
pool edge, giggling and squealing like so many jabbering idiots loose from 
the nut house and wondered what he was doing in Strand coaching these girls 
in the sport of swimming. 

"That's enough," he roared, walking from his cramped office room behind the 
filtering plant. The girls snapped to attention, their bodies pressed 
against each other, the squealing for the moment stopped. He knew it 
wouldn't last. Once they began swimming laps, the girls would be at it 
again: one would stray over a lane and bump into another and arguments would 
begin and he would have to tell them to shut up. 

"All right," he ordered. "In the water." He watched indifferently as they 
dove in, shrieking about the cold water, or complaining about this and that. 
Fuck, thought Bert, snapping his clipboard. I just don't care anymore. 

Swimming was too important a sport to be wasted on these girls. In 1964, he 
had won a gold medal at the Olympics and after standing for the applauding 
crowd in Tokyo, the heavy medal hanging from his neck while the U.S. 
national anthem played, Bert realized the seriousness of the sport. After 
Tokyo, he never swam again. Five hours a day, every day for ten years had 
been spent punishing his muscles in an endless series of sprints, and 
distance swims all for that one two-minute race in a Japanese pool. He had 
taken his swimming career, brought it to a peak and there he would leave it. 

Shortly afterward, Bert signed up for the Marines and was shipped to 
Vietnam. Then his troubles began. The first week, his squad got ambushed on 
a routine mission and when the smoke cleared, he was the only survivor. 

Bert got reassigned, but the bloodshed was not easily erased and he wasn't 
the same. On a R-and-R stay in Thailand, Bert found out he was impotent. He 
went to a classy bar with friends, picked up a pretty young girl about 
twenty-five years old and paid for a weekend. Everything was fine until they 
got back to the hotel room. The girl had slipped out of her clothes and was 
obediently lying on the bed, when it happened. Bert was frightened at first, 
but figured it was a case of nerves. He stripped off his clothes and lay 
next to the Thai girl. 

"Hey," she asked, holding up his limp cock. "What's wrong?" She squeezed the 
bullet-shaped head, jerking the shaft with her closed hand. "I know what 
work," she said in her broken English. The whore bent down between his knees 
and slipped her lips over his penis. 

"Boy, that's good," said Bert, rocking his hips on the squeaking bed. It was 
no use, however. Despite the pleasing sensation of the Thai girl's lips, his 
dick remained soft as putty. "I guess that's that," he groused. 

They spent the weekend in the hotel and afterwards, Bert told his buddies 
what a great gal his whore was. The weekend had been a disaster, however, 
and when he returned to Saigon, Bert sought out a military psychiatrist. 

"I can't get it up, Doc," Bert explained. He had known nothing but success 
all his life and he had the Olympic medal to prove it. "Now, I can't even 
get a hard on," he told the shrink. And then his eyes flooded with tears and 
he wept. 

The doctor prescribed some pills and told him that impotence following 
fierce combat experience was not uncommon. "I'll see if I can get you 
reassigned," said the psychiatrist. But instead, Bert went back to his 
company and a week later was out on patrol, when the Cong struck again. 

If anything, the experience was more terrifying than before. His squad was 
securing a small village when the VC opened up. Bert hit the ground as shell 
and mortar rounds exploded on all side. He flicked on his M-16 and sprayed 
the jungle. David, a good friend, went down right before him, his face half 
shot away and something clicked in the back of Bert's brain. He charged into 
the jungle, slamming another clip into the automatic, screaming like a 
madman. All around him were the sounds of screaming men, both VC and 
Marines. He went through four clips of ammo before the fight was over, and 
when he came out of the jungle, his legs shook uncontrollable. He was 
drained physically and mentally, his muscles barely able to drag his weapon. 
Back in the village, he saw the sergeant screaming with rage. The bodies of 
half-a-dozen Marines were laid out in the dirt receiving treatment from the 
medics. Bert's friend was not one of them. He was filled with rage that a 
good man had to die for a filthy village like this one where the people 
didn't want Americans in the first place. 

He then heard a scream. Thinking there were more Viet Cong, he gripped his 
weapon and charged around the back of a burning grass hut. 

"Easy, pal," said a Marine. 

Bert saw two men holding down a girl. She wore the black pajamas of the Viet 
Cong and a thin cloth headband. A Marine gripped the pajama bottom and 
ripped it away, exposing the girl's thin body. She yelled in the singsong 
language of her country, probable cursing the Marines, but to Bert's 
war-weary eyes she was beautiful. Her breasts were small, hardly more than 
two oversized nipples, and her cunt was small, topped by a thatch of curly 
black hair. 

One of the Marines turned to Bert. "Hey, you're the guy who ran into the 
jungle," he said grinning. "We'll give you first crack at this VC. I figure 
she can't have too much disease. She's only thirteen." 

In a horrible instant, Bert had a flashback. He saw the disappointed look on 
the Thai's face as she held up his limp dick in the hotel. He didn't want 
the other guys to know he was impotent. They might think he was queer or 
something. The he remembered his buddy lying back in the village, his face 
shot away, and 

Bert turned, his heart black with hate. Maybe this girl had pulled the 
trigger that killed him. He tightened his hand on the gun barrel 
half-wanting to jam the barrel up the VC's cunt and blow her guts through 
the roof of her mouth. 

Then a funny thing happened. His dick got hard. The desire for sex churned 
through him and he dropped his gun, elated at his discovery. He dropped his 
pants. 

His erection was enormous; even the VC girl thought so. She stared wide-eyes 
at him jumping forward and she shrieked, fearing for her life. His blood 
pounded crazily as he dropped to his knees and placed his palms on her 
thighs. The skin was smooth and soft and hairless. He squeezed her thighs 
and stared at her pussy. "She's wet," he mumbled. Fear was a great 
aphrodisiac. He lay down between the V of her outstretched thighs and 
gripped her ass cheeks. Her tiny breasts invited his hungry mouth and he 
bent down, dragging his tongue across her bulbous nipples. The girl screamed 
once more, her body wiggling like an eel's as Bert brought his dick up her 
thighs, up to the furry ball of her cunt. lean fuck again, he thought, 
trembling with delight. He thrust against her mound, surprised to find her 
juicy cunt lips would open so easily. He had never raped a girl before and 
though he didn't consider the VC to be human, the sensation was very new, He 
did not think of the Thai girl or even of his own physical, mental 
exhaustion. He pushed his cock into the girl's slit and gasped, for she was 
warm and wonderfully wet. In he went. 

His hand found her butt cheeks, and he gripped them like handles on an urn, 
pulling up on her hips then pushing down into the soft channel. 

Bert sweated terribly. His eyes traveled upward, resting upon the VC's 
shallow face. Her eyes stared down with hatred, but that changed as he 
stretched her buttocks apart and spread her tight pussy open with his 
thrusting cock. 

"Hey, she-likes it," exclaimed Bert. The guys holding her down weren't 
listening. But there was no hiding the vulnerable twist of her lips, or the 
moist, desperate look in her eyes. 

Bert had no time to lose. Tightening the muscles in his thighs, he surged 
forward, driving his cock into her little cunt. She took him in and in, 
thrashing on the ground, screaming and crying as his penis found her cherry. 
That's funny, he thought. This VC wanted to kill me and she's a virgin. He 
lunged forward. The hymen flap resisted, the inflamed nerves shrieking with 
pain, then in one violent stroke, his penis pushed back the constricted 
vagina and he went in, his pubic hair now brushing against hers. 

"Wow!" he gasped. Her channel was soft and slippery, like butter left out on 
the counter. He thought it was blood from her hymen, but, no, that wasn't 
the source. My goodness it's her cunt, thought Bert. She's all weepy wet 
from the first cock ever to enter her fully. The girl groaned in her silly 
language and Bert didn't have to hold her ass cheeks; the broad was fucking 
for real. Her vagina hugged him like a sock. Her juices covered his long, 
thin penis and her cunt squeezed against him, softly, lovingly. 

Bert didn't want it ever to end. His dick had never been harder. He had 
never been more in control. Sperm swelled through his cock as he fucked the 
depths of her cunt, yet didn't come. Despite the awful pain, he continued 
stroking, holding back, refusing to fill her virgin cunt with semen until he 
had her begging and screaming. Bert's obsession with domination tingled like 
electricity through his body. The girl melted before him and she was begging 
in that strange, mysterious singsong voice of hers for him to finish. Her 
twat wiggled in a violent, spasmodic jerk; her hips left the ground, her 
cunt shrunk down on his cock, holding him now, milking him. Passion inflamed 
him, dictating his moves. Half-insane, seized with unbearable pain, Bert 
drove his cock into the weeping cunt channel. "Here!" he shouted. And as her 
skinny, pubescent body lunged for his spurting dick, Bert ripped her butt 
cheeks open and drove his index finger into her ass-hole. 

"Aaaahhhhh!" the girl screamed. 

Bert laughed. He had surprised the hell out of her ass-hole. The fucking 
broad had not expected him to enter her backside. The finger lanced through 
the tight muscle ring in one explosive shot. The effect was astonishing. The 
girl's ass-hole opened, her cunt closed down. He had timed it just right and 
as she gripped his penis, his balls flapped against her weeping slit and his 
sperm exploded into her vagina. 

"Ohhhhh!" groaned Bert, laying his cock in her vibrating cunny, his finger 
working her ass-hole. Her sperm drained out in one long continuous strand; 
it had a jarring, exhilarating effect on Bert, a free, reborn sensation of 
being once again in command of his life, his destiny. 

The girl had felt something, too. When at last her cunt released him, her 
body slumped down against the ground. Her sphincter was loose as her cunt. 
He dragged his collapsed cock and watched his sperm dribble from her slit. 
He had never come so hard. His balls kept pumping out sperm as his dick 
continued spurting. He popped his finger from her ass-hole, and watched the 
girl squirm on the ground, her eyes staring aimlessly, her jaw hanging 
slack. 

Bert struggled to his feet and found his thighs wobbly and barely able to 
hold his weight. He reached down and pulled up his pants. "Man, you ruined 
it for us," complained a Marine. "She's wasted. No fight left in her at 
all." 

Or me either, Bert wanted to say. He didn't though. It might make him sound 
weak to his buddies. 

At the day's end, the squad, what was left of it, marched back to their camp 
where they were airlifted back to Da Nang. A strange thing happened once 
back. The top brass decided to award Silver Stars for bravery to the entire 
squad, an unprecedented move by the Marine Corps. Bert didn't understand 
why; perhaps, morale was down because so many Marines had been killed 
lately. Handing out medals was one way to keep the men's spirits up and 
maintain discipline. There had been rumors of mutiny. So he had a Silver 
Star. Big deal, it was only a piece of metal. Still, it kept him out off the 
jungle patrols and behind a desk where he pushed piles of meaningless paper 
around. At night, he searched out the prostitutes that hung around Da Nang, 
but the sex wasn't the same. Even the young girls, jaded and unresponsive to 
sex, did not excite him. After his Vietnam duty, he was sent to Pendleton 
and later got an honorable discharge. 

His bout of impotence was behind him, but Bert felt vaguely discontent. His 
life had never been fulfilling in the same, exalted way it had been during 
combat. He could not shake the memory of the captured Viet Cong girl. Bert 
went to bed with lots of girls, but always the sex was the same old thing. 
The more girls he tried, the less interesting it got. The girls were unable 
to detect his unhappiness. His sexual prowess was never challenged; if 
anything, his performance was something to emulate. Several women had even 
proposed marriage to him, but Bert declined. He wasn't interested. 

The return to civilian life proved uneventful. Bert drifted from one job to 
the next, never staying long in any one place. He left his Olympic medal and 
the Silver Star at his parents' home on the Strand and moved around the 
country. A day never went by when he didn't think about the VC girl in the 
jungle. She was real to Bert; more real than anything he found in civilian 
life. He took girls to bed, but after they left, he would lie back, close 
his eyes and dream about the girl back in Vietnam. He remembered how 
terrified she was; terrified and angry, a killer. A strange combination for 
a girl barely in her teens. And a virgin, too! His mind went over each 
detail again and again until his penis went erect. 

He pictured the girl's cunt in his mind and a terrible urgency overtook him 
as Bert grabbed his cock and jerked the iron-hard shaft, reliving the terror 
and exhaustion he had experienced. His cock would grow and his balls churned 
with sperm, and then he would come in a soft dishtowel he carried for these 
occasions. After the orgasm had drained off his passion, Bert would lie in 
bed wondering why his life was falling apart. He had hated the war; so why 
was he attached to this one single incident? Combat situations produced 
strange reactions in men. But others had lived through wars and gone on to 
happy marriages and good jobs. Why couldn't he? 

A Pendleton psychiatrist had told him the reason for his strange obsession 
had nothing to do with combat; that the root of the problem went deeper and 
he would need psychiatric counseling. 

Bert had taken the advice, but the civilian shrink he went to seemed more 
interested in his Olympic medal and Silver Star than he did about Bert's 
emotional stability and he quit after one session. 

Instead, Bert got a letter from the family lawyer telling him to come home 
immediately. His family had been killed in a freak accident. 

He had been out of town and the letter was a week old when he got it. He 
jumped on the first available plane and got back to the Strand just in time 
for the funeral. Bert never had much feeling for his father, a crusty, 
hard-line retired admiral. But the old man was well-known in the community 
and half the town had turned out for the funeral. 

Which is how he got his coaching job. The old swimming pool had been rebuilt 
and the recreation director was looking around for a new coach, preferably 
one with a name to lend prestige to the $10 million complex. Bert was a 
natural choice. 

When the director approached Bert, he was surprised at the former star 
athlete's cynical, indifferent response. That's not the Bert I knew, the 
director thought. But hell, the pool needed a name and Bert was a big 
drawing card so he was hired on the spot. Must be the death of his folks, 
the director thought, that makes him act so weird. 

The Strand was very lucky that Bert happened to come across Alice Dilly one 
early morning. Bert had spent two lackluster months coaching the swim team. 
It was dull, monotonous stuff, worse than he remembered it years before when 
he swam for hours a day. It was sickening and Bert was going to quit that 
day. His mind was made up and there was no changing it once a decision had 
been reached. 

On his last day, Bert rose early and headed down to the pool. His assistant, 
John, a simple-minded high-school punk had told him that the filters were 
acting up and not enough chlorine was getting into the water. Bert decided 
to check the equipment and was down in the cellar compartment checking the 
gauges when he heard a splash. 

He looked up, not thinking, and saw Alice's sleek figure undulating through 
the opalescent water. The water magnified her features: her breasts looked 
fuller, the nipples thicker. "My God," he said. Transfixed, he watched her 
dolphin-kick across the pool; his eyes followed every graceful stroke; her 
tits moved weightlessly, her flat belly sucked in and out, her slender 
buttocks flexing with a sudden savagery catapulting her up and down. He 
thought it was an hallucination. He feared for his sanity. "That can't be," 
he gasped, blinking. 

But it was. Over the hum of the filtering machine, came the noise of water 
splashing in the pool. Maybe it's a prank, he reasoned, remembering how 
impulsive the high-school girls were these days. He watched the girl's slim 
body disappear from sight, waited for the sound of the flip turn at the end 
of the pool. God, didn't she know that he was downstairs fixing the filters? 
She had to, thought Bert. His car was parked in the lot. Anyone would spot 
the car and realize that he was at the pool. 

Then it hit him. The fog! It had been so thick he needed a flashlight to 
find the front door. The girl probably didn't even see his car. Suddenly, he 
was terribly excited. His body was sweaty and his cock went hard, growing 
stiff as a baton. Through the thick viewing glass he watched; nothing but 
empty, chlorinated water. Then like an apparition she floated by again, her 
gentle flutter-kick supplying movement. 

She's beautiful, he thought, gripping his cock. The years melted away and he 
felt young and vital again. He never had the nerve to swim naked like this 
girl was doing. Always his life had been tightly structured; swimming was 
not fun, it was a highly competitive sport whose only reward was winning. It 
had burnt him out, made him hateful, empty inside. 

Bert never took his eyes off the girl's naked figure. Even after the swim 
which lasted only a few minutes, he stood in the cramped quarters watching. 
His cock had been hard for ten minutes, yet it didn't ache in the least bit. 
On the contrary, he felt strong and self-assured, horny in fact. It was the 
best erection he had had since Vietnam. 

"I wonder if she comes here often," he asked himself. His watch read almost 
eight-thirty. The fog would soon be lifting and there was no point hanging 
around any longer. The girl was gone. He released his cock and leaned 
against the wall looking out into the flat, calm water wondering if she 
would return. "Damn," he whispered, opening the door and stepping up out of 
the filtering-plant compartment. The pool was immense; a huge, lonely 
expanse of cement and water that was as lifeless and empty as a tomb. 

"I hope she comes back," he said softly. As he reached the front door, Bert 
decided to stick on as head coach. At least for another couple of weeks. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When Bert got home, the front door was unlocked, dirty dishes and empty wine 
bottles littered the living room and water from the upstairs bathroom was 
running. 

Heidi was his current girlfriend. He had met her at a singles bar half a 
mile from the house. She was just a few years over the drinking age, had a 
pretty smile that matched her wispy blonde hair and spoke three languages, 
an asset, no doubt, that helped land her a stewardess job with Pan-Am. Her 
looks were stunning and her clothes immaculate. Perhaps that was why she 
messed up the house on her stopovers every three weeks or so. 

"Fucking slob," he cursed. He had meant to get rid of Heidi, but she was an 
infrequent visitor and on several occasions her company had helped pass a 
lonely night. But his patience was running short. 

He ran up the stairs, trying to think of a polite way to dump the broad. He 
pursued several possibilities, none very successful. Hell with it, Bert 
thought. The best way is the most direct. He heard Heidi's clear voice 
singing a French song above the hiss of shower water. Taking a deep breath, 
he twisted the doorknob and walked in. A thick cloud of warm mist rushed up 
to meet him. Heidi gasped as the door opened then slumped back in the tub. 
"You scared me," she said, taking a deep breath. Heidi took the bar of 
perfumed soap and lathered her breasts which bobbed like apples in a water 
barrel. 

The shower was turned on full blast, spraying water down on the svelte, 
doe-eyed stewardess stretched out in the tub whose long, shapely legs 
pressed up against the wall. With the shower curtain pulled back, water ran 
over the tub onto the floor. A puddle of water surrounded Bert's tennis 
shoes. 

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked. "Trying to flood me out of my own 
house?" 

Heidi giggled coquettishly and responded with a French phrase he didn't 
understand, but was no doubt obscene. Bert glared; his hands trembled with 
rage at the silly, flirtatious girl who blithely left the house scattered 
with dirty dishes and let the water run all over the bathroom floor. He 
clenched his hands until the knuckles cracked. Blood thundered in his skull; 
a blind, ferocious rage filled him. 

"Get out of the tub," he snapped. "I'll be in the bedroom." The door slammed 
behind him, leaving Heidi to her warm bath, and her disquieting thoughts. 
What have I done, she thought. Such a strange man. One minute happy, the 
next filled with rage. 

Heidi had made love to many men, but none like Bert Anderson. Her affairs 
were with older men she'd met on the international flights. They were 
flitting, harmless encounters; men scared of growing old, or strapped with 
unloving wives. Heidi found sex with these lovers to be quick, painless, and 
lucrative; they showed appreciation with expensive gifts, lavish dinners, 
even a proposal of marriage now and then. But Heidi earned her just rewards. 
More often than not, she wound up with a nervous man who couldn't get an 
erection and Heidi would cup his soft penis in her hand and rub his slender 
shaft until he was firm and hard. Then she would flop down on the bed and 
push his penis between her thighs. That's if she were lucky. Sometimes, her 
lover got so excited that Heidi had to fellate his cock before come shot all 
over the bed and ruined their lovemaking. Most of the sex was uneventful, 
but she enjoyed the gifts and then there was the occasional man like Bert 
who didn't need coaxing. He had his own hang-ups, she knew, but sex was not 
one of them. At least not with her. Women thought differently about sex than 
men and Bert seemed to sense this difference. 

"Hurry up and get in here," he shouted from the bedroom. 

Panic seized Heidi. She quickly rose from the tub, wrapped her body in a 
thick towel and ran into the bedroom. 

Bert waited for her, stark naked. She looked down his well-muscled body and 
felt her blood pulsate. In the dark forest of pubic hair rose his cock, hard 
and erect. Bath water dripped from her legs and vapor trails rose from her 
shoulders like wisps of smoke He'd looked at the rumpled, unmade bed and 
wished that she had picked up the house. 

Her breasts rose against the towel, the nipples hard and deliciously excited 
by the soft, tingling fabric. Tension knotted up between her legs. It was 
still morning, the best time for sex. 

"Darling, I'm sorry about the house," Heidi said. Then she giggled impishly. 
"I'll make it up to you." 

Bert's face was drawn in concentration and his eyes held a strange intensity 
which made Heidi feel vaguely uncomfortable. She stood silhouetted by the 
sun's rays beaming through the window, the light reflecting off her fluffy 
hair, accentuating the heat vapor rising upward off her skin. 

"Take the towel off," he said evenly. 

Heidi did as she was told, letting the towel drop to her feet. Standing 
naked with the light beaming down and Bert's eyes burning into her skin like 
coals made Heidi hesitant, unnerved. Her thighs trembled as bit her lower 
lip. She clasped her hands in front and turned away from the light. 

"Come here, Heidi," he ordered. 

The stewardess was terrified. Don't let him hurt me, she prayed to herself. 
I don't want to be harmed. Oh, I hate violence. 

Bert sensed her change in mood and laughed inwardly. Silly bitch, he 
thought, pulling the jar of jam from the bedside table. He unscrewed the top 
and scooped out a generous fingerful. 

"W-what are you doing?" Heidi stammered. 

"Come here and I'll show you." 

Heidi didn't want to step forward and yet she couldn't very well run away. 
Where was she going to run to dressed only in a towel. She rubbed her sweaty 
palms against the round curve of her hips and stepped forward, staring just 
above Bert's eyebrows so she would not have to look into his eyes. 

Bert sensed her change in mood and laughed inwardly. Silly bitch, he 
thought, pulling the jar of jam from the bedside table. He unscrewed the top 
and scooped out a generous fingerful. 

"W-what are you doing?" Heidi stammered. 

"Come here and I'll show you." 

Heidi didn't to step forward and yet she couldn't very well run away. Where 
was she going to run to dressed only in a towel. She rubbed her sweaty palms 
against the round curve of her hips and stepped forward, staring just above 
Bert's eyebrows so she would not have to look into his eyes. 

There were a lot of things Bert was capable of doing. But Heidi was not 
prepared for what followed. She felt his fingers move up along the tight 
muscles of her flat belly and softly stroke her breasts. At the same time 
his fingers moved around and around the soft flesh his second hand came up 
and gently coated each nipple with a gob of jam. 

"Oooooohhhhhh!" Heidi gasped. "It's warm." 

"Yes, dear," Bert said simply. "Preserves are supposed to be kept warm." For 
a few precious seconds, he let the jam remain on her nipples. He knew the 
effect this had on women, it was a sex trick learned in Vietnam. 

"Now put some on my nipples," he ordered. He handed Heidi the jar, and 
closed his eyes, waiting for the warm sensation of her jam-coated fingers to 
seep into his muscles. The effect was always astonishing: His dick would 
throb and he would want sex immediately. The Vietnamese, not known as 
sensualists, used jam to excite their men. It was part of a fertility rite, 
at least that's what a news reporter in Da Nang had told him. Wherever the 
custom came from, the effect was astonishing. Bert strained his 
self-control, trembling with passion and in a low, raspy voice said, "Now my 
cock." 

Heidi squatted down and applied a thick, gooey layer around the stretched 
penile skin. The jam went on thick and she had to work the warm stuff into a 
thin layer so his penis was completely covered. Carefully, she stroked his 
balls and scooped a fingerful onto his bloated nut sack. Bert grunted 
forcibly like a wild, untamed beast. 

When she rose up, Heidi face glowed with pulsating warmth. Her breasts 
throbbed, the nipples burning passionately. "Do you want me to start?" she 
asked, waiting for his head to nod. 

"Yes!" 

Heidi clasped her fingers around his slim waist and began licking his 
nipples clean of jam. Her raspy tongue rubbed his tender brown ends, which 
was a wondrous new sensation for her. She licked and licked, hearing his 
groans of ecstasy and her own breasts rippled with excitement at the sounds 
of his excitement. She could barely wait for her turn! 

Bert wanted to fuck, had to fuck! He wasn't through with his sexpot 
stewardess, not by a long shot, but his cock needed the warm, wet passion of 
a woman. He pushed her down by the shoulders, so her sticky lips hovered at 
the rigid spear of manhood. 

"Now lick my dick," he said coarsely. "Lick the jam off my cock and suck my 
nuts!" 

Heidi flinched under the strong guidance of his hands, but her face did not 
move away from his cock, which flickered devilishly at her mouth. Bert 
closed his eyes, pressed his hands around her cheeks and brought her open 
mouth down on his shaft. His balls almost discharged as woman's warm, 
soothing lips slid along the blood engorged length of his cock. He pushed 
the bullet-shaped head through the wet ring of flesh and along the rippled 
roof of Heidi's mouth. Then she closed against his foreskin, tongue slurping 
wildly and Bert relaxed. 

"Gooood!" he groaned. His fingers crept up along her ears and down along her 
eyebrows and along the thin ridge of her nose. A pretty face, young and 
vigorous. Touching Heidi made him think of the lonely swimmer in the pool. 
The mystery woman, thought Bert. If only she knew how deeply her morning 
swim had changed his life. His hips lurched forward and he gripped Heidi's 
face to stop the luxurious warmth of her sucking mouth from taking his seed. 
Tilting her face at a slight angle, he stroked the warm hollow of the girl's 
mouth, easing his excited flesh through the ring of wet lips and across the 
raspy goodness of her tongue. Her even, pearly white teeth raked gently 
across the foreskin with a teasing innocence, a quality he found most 
appealing in Heidi. 

"Stand up, Heidi," he said softly. 

A thin strand of spit attached Heidi's lips to his penis, then it broke, 
slapping against her chin, and it was over. 

Quietly, she rose up, his thin rat-like smile greeting her flushed face; 
there was more, much more, only Heidi didn't know what to expect. And she 
knew better than to ask. 

"Grab the chair," Bert said. In the corner, near the window, was a French 
provincial antique, with thin spindly legs, a raised-cushioned seat and 
hand-carved chair arms. 

The girl stood next to the antique and put her hands on the back. It was a 
pretty shot, but he wasn't taking pictures and it wasn't exactly what he had 
in mind. 

"No, the arms," Bert instructed. Moving in to demonstrate, he placed both 
arms on the chair and stretched out, his legs spread out and his back 
straight, parallel with the floor. 

"What are you going to do?" a puzzled, passionate Heidi asked. She gripped 
the chair arms, wrapping her fingers around the carved ends. Heidi held on 
tight, breathing deeply. Suddenly Bert's body was underneath her, his lips 
pulled back in a sneer. His hands came up the inside of Heidi's calves and 
she shuddered as he went higher up her leg to her thigh and finally the 
parted halves of her butt. His distorted face moved closer until his sweet, 
hot breath flared her nostrils. 

Her breasts hung straight down like overfilled water gourds. To these 
sensuous globes, Bert brought his tongue, licking and sucking her 
jam-covered ends. 

"Hmmmmm!" groaned Heidi. 

His tongue was glued tight to her nipples like a leech. The raspy end teased 
her pouty flesh; teased and then inflamed her breasts which swelled with 
longing and desire. Rocking back and forth, Heidi was in heaven. The fingers 
that gently peeled back her buttocks cheeks did not disturb her; that Bert's 
mouth could plunge her to depths of passion never experienced before was 
startling. Her ears perked at the sound of lips slurping and sucking. Her 
nipples were like tightly wound spools of thread that suddenly went spinning 
free. She rocked on her heels, eyes shut tightly wondering what would happen 
next. 

Then the thrill struck home. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down 
between her pendulous breasts at the floor. Bert was not there; he was 
behind her, his fingers dipping into the hot jam, smearing goop in between 
her butt cheeks. 

"Don't get any ideas," he snapped, slapping in the stuff. 

She didn't understand. Her ass-hole and buttocks were covered with the goop 
yet Bert continued to ply the viscious substance into the hairy crease of 
her butt and down through her triangular wedge. His fingers probbed, 
explored ... experimented. 

Heidi didn't want to believe this was happening, that her loins were being 
greased like a car's front end. Yet that was happening! Bert's hands toyed 
with her ass-hole, smearing and massaging her crease. Her knees were weak 
and rubbery; the sex was no longer wild and impetuous. Heidi realized that 
in a flash. From the minute Bert had entered the bathroom and she had 
spotted that strange, evil look in his eye, she had known what the bastard 
wanted. Heidi tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat. 

"Say something?" Bert asked, rubbing her inflated cunt lips. He teased her 
bulging clitoris with a swipe of a fingertip that sent an electric shower 
exploding through her wire-tight nervous system. 

He had Heidi positioned just the way a woman of her high-spirited ways 
should be: legs out, ass cheeks spread, pussy hot and ready. He ran a finger 
through her cunt and relished the trembling response he got. 

He bent closer, rubbing his nose down her back as his hands stroked the 
girl's mushy twat. She twitched her hips, afraid to move, revolted at what 
he was doing. "No, please," she began, her trembling legs showing the fear 
and dread that had come at her out of nowhere. 

It was too late for turning back and in a quick sideways movement, Bert was 
underneath again; only his face was inches from her pussy, his tongue 
driving into her cooze like a knife into an arrow. Heidi's hips snapped 
together as her spread legs moved upward. Bert grabbed her tight and jammed 
his tongue into her cooze, licking and eating and sucking until her twat 
lips fluttered and she was oozing cunt juice onto his raspy tongue. 

"Aaaaiiieeee!" Heidi screamed. Her nerve sheath rippled along the channel 
walls of her cunt. Her butt was being pulled downward against the soft, 
pulpy tongue. It was like a cock jammed into her cunt, but softer and 
warmer. He wiggled like an eel; a shimmying, passionate thing that made her 
vagina spasm a thousand different ways. 

Despite herself, Heidi wiggled down and felt another freaky spasm of 
pleasure ripple from her cunt. It was so good, she never wanted Bert to 
stop. Not ever! His tongue was so deliciously warm lapping her pussy. He 
went at it like a dog which was a terrible thing to think about but it was 
true. His mouth was glued to her crotch and his tongue was licking the goo 
off her pussy just like a dog licks the snatch of a bitch in heat. He even 
made gurgling noises in his throat that sounded like a growl and his nose 
snorted angrily as he sniffed her wet crotch. 

"Bert!" she shouted. The icy chills racing up her spine were like nothing 
she had ever experienced. It was almost perverted the way he ate her. No man 
had ever grabbed her by the ass and jammed her crack full of tongue before. 
Several times man had tried to make up for their sexual inadequacies by 
pulling some funny stuff, but she hadn't permitted it. But there was no 
saying no to Bert. Her breasts tingled from the suction of his lips and the 
lash of his tongue. And now he thrilled her vagina. 

"Bert!" she said. 

He looked up, his bony face smeared with jam and cunt juice. "Stop what, 
darling?" 

Heidi sucked in her breath. "You know what," she said. "It's not right the 
way you're making love." 

"Love my ass," he laughed. "I'm eating your pussy." 

Heidi felt the long, thin muscles in her thighs go slack and her legs almost 
buckled. She was uncomfortably aware of the sticky jam between her butt 
cheeks. It feels so slimy and disgusting, she thought. Heidi looked down 
with mounting dread at Bert's cherubic face and realized he wasn't finished. 
Which meant she wasn't finished. She gave a tiny shudder and wished with all 
her heart that she would come. 

As if reading her mind, Bert ran a soft hand up the inside of her wobbly 
thigh. Heidi gasped when his fingers slipped through the pasty spread of jam 
and lodged in the matted hair covering her ass crack. 

"I've just started," he laughed. 

Her legs drooped and a tiny voice kept whispering over and over "Oh my God, 
he's crazy!" She tasted the acid tang of fear in her mouth. Boxed in, with 
no place to run, Heidi froze up, the panic which hovered at the edge of her 
brain slowly creeping up on her. 

"Don't get any ideas," Bert sneered. 

"Please," she croaked, her voice almost cracking. Her flesh seemed beyond 
her control as fear crept into her brain like an awful malignancy and shook 
whatever remained of her reason. 

She was stretched out like a side of beef. Heidi was powerless to move. 
Maybe, if I go along with him, she thought, then he'll hurry. 

Her stomach seized up and she bit down hard on her back teeth. The bitter 
taste of bile flooded her mouth. Between her legs, wandered Bert's hand. It 
made a gross sucking sound slipping through the jam. His laughter only made 
things worse and Heidi promised that once he was finished, she would never 
come back to his house. Never! 

Bert licked his lips loudly. He knew the effect his sexual powers had on 
Heidi, he could feel her tremble in her thighs. Her rump cheeks trembled 
too, though it was the girl's fear that made them flutter like the wings of 
a butterfly. He circled her tight sphincter muscle and chuckled as her butt 
tightened up like a clam shell. 

"Baby," he began, "I bet when you were sucking the jam off my cock, you 
never dreamed I'd fuck your ass-hole!" To prove his point, he pushed his 
finger into the ring of bunched muscles. 

"Oh!" Heidi cried with a start. She felt a stab of pain followed by a 
searing, burning sensation. She arched her butt but he followed her movement 
with a thrust of his hand and her anus exploded like a firecracker. His 
finger burned a blow torch in her virgin hole. 

Another Vietnam trick that worked well on chicks. Bert had no intention of 
ass fucking Heidi. But once his finger met the soft, sucking flesh of her 
channel, he gave it a second thought. His cock rose like a flagpole between 
his legs, ready to fuck something. Her twat was moist and soft from his 
tongue, but her ass-hole wasn't. 

His finger went into her with a popping noise and by jamming her backside, 
he made Heidi hump instinctively against him. Maybe that's what the bitch 
needs, he thought. A good fuck in the ass would straighten the bitch out. He 
pictured her soft buttocks cheeks humping up and down while he fed hot jam 
into her sphincter; feeding it into her butt until she screamed and 
groveled, until she yelled with pain and finally gave in to his craving 
desires. 

"You'd like a little ass fucking, wouldn't you?" he laughed. She'd never 
admit it; no woman would. Besides as nice as her ass-hole was, her cunt was 
better, at least for now. He popped his finger free and rising up on his 
knees, Bert clutched her butt cheeks and held her soft, wetting pussy before 
the wedge-shaped face of his cock. He looked at the terrified stewardess and 
saw the tears suffused in her eyes. Fear had made pinpoints of her eyes, a 
good sign and he laughed once more. She was so shit-fuck scared, he mused 
that she'd do anything to satisfy him. 

Abruptly, he pushed her head down and got behind her. "How's dog style, 
lover," he said, rubbing her butt. "I never fuck you from behind, have I?" 

"Oh, please, I can't," she cried, the tears trickling down her cheeks. 
"I-I-I can't do this awful thing for you." 

Bert pulled her hips backward, parting her cunt lips. Kneeling into the V of 
her thighs, his dick pressed tightly against her greasy crease, he listened 
for her whimper. And when it came, a mournful eerie noise, the sound of 
defeat and humiliation, he pushed his hips forward and in one swift 
movement, drove his cock through the swollen lips of her cunt. 

"Aaaaiiiieee!" Heidi screamed. Her sphincter shrank down tight as a nut and 
her belly quivered with fear. At first she could not believe his long tube 
of sex was in her cunt. Her hips went back against his body and then 
forward, dragging his limber fuck-stick in and out. A spastic wave of 
pleasure flooded her womb. It glowed hotter and hotter until her cunt was 
consumed with a vibrating, quivering throb, it flared, grew hotter and 
finally exploded in a jolting orgasm. 

"Ah! Ah!! Ahhhh!" she screamed, her urgent screams mixing with the slap, 
slap, slapping of flesh hitting flesh. 

He grabbed her thighs and drove twelve inches of cock into her weeping slit. 
He entered her sleeve smooth as butter. Ah, God, she was hot. Her channel 
fluttered and flapped sucking the dick that was fed into her honey pot. His 
prick, lanky and thick as a garden hose shimmied in her wetness. Bert 
screamed in her ear at the height of her come. "Not through, baby, here's 
something else." 

Heidi could not imagine, could not think of what he meant. Joy soared 
through her crease rippling like fire and ice through her veins. She hunched 
back and forth like a donkey. She grunted with animal delight as her cunt 
gripped his swollen tip, milking the shaft with wondrous, glee. She did not 
feel him rooting between her flapping thighs, and when she did it was too 
late. Because Bert had jammed his finger into the tight knot of her 
bunghole! "AHHHHHHHH!! ! ! " 

Her wrinkled sphincter had gone loose from the wonderful joys of his tongue 
teasing her cunt and the thrust of something hard and long into her virgin 
butt hurt like hell. She felt an explosion of pain, the hot flash of 
penetration and she screamed. He was thick and big and terrifying in her 
butt; a freshly lit flare rammed through her backside, the molten phosphate 
burning and ripping inside her. Bert jammed his finger in up to the second 
knuckle, twisted around and around like a corkscrew, then retreated, leaving 
her channel with a popping noise. 

"Fuck, baby, fuck!" he shouted, pulling her cunt down on his cock. The 
wrinkled sleeve of her cunt shrunk around his pole, milking and sucking his 
glans. His fingers greedily found her breasts, now firm as plastic cones and 
holding her tight, he rode Heidi's fucking body like a wild mare. 

It was good and wonderful. His balls had never been so hot. Heidi's 
sweat-slick sex vibrated his dick. The thick cream churned up into his fuck 
wand. He tried to imagine Heidi dressed in her cute airline uniform swinging 
her hips seductively as she walked down the aisle serving coffee. Bert knew 
her as the scared, naked, nympho who loved her sex hot and heavy. Now she 
had it, more sex than she could handle, and it set her body off like a cheap 
Japanese alarm clock. 

"Beg, you cunt," he screamed. "Beg for my cum!" 

Pain savaged the girl's face. Tears flowed from her eyes in tiny rivulets 
down her face. Her throat was clogged with phlegm and when she spoke, her 
tiny voice quavered. 

"Oh, please, do it ... do it now," she moaned. 

It was said like a confession, an act of contrition. She had come twice 
against her will and her loins ached for a third. She couldn't control him, 
the seared throbbing flesh of her ass-hole was testament to that. She 
couldn't control Bert like she could those neurotic pantywaists she picked 
up on her flights around the world. 

Her will and defiance drained out with the first contraction of her vagina. 
She had broken under the strain, but that was not enough satisfaction for 
Bert. He wanted to break her again and again until no one could put the 
pieces back together. The bastard was the devil himself. Bert wanted more 
than sex; he wanted the core of her being, that tiny, locked-up part of her 
that made her a woman. 

She squeezed her cunt lips and felt the last drops of her lubricant ooze 
down on his fuck stick. He was deep inside her belly; she felt him penetrate 
with every breath she took. His hands cupped her tits like handles as he 
pushed her around the floor, rutting her cunt, fucking her like a dog! 

"Say it again!" Bert screamed. 

"Do it! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, my ass-hole!" she screamed. "Just come! Come 
in me! Come in my cunt!" 

Heidi was screaming, a wild woman beyond the fringe of sanity. Bert's 
driving cock tore from her slippery cunt sleeve whatever self-respect 
remained. She begged and groveled and wagged her hips devilishly. Her twat 
was hot as a furnace. It stirred up Bert's slow-cooking passion like it were 
an egg being whipped by a blender. 

Bert was slick all over from her oozing lubricant. She was greasy as a pig. 
His hips were hunching and she was squealing and his cock was so hot ... so 
goddamn hot that he plunged one final last time into the juicy, ripe slit 
between her quivering thighs and with an upward burst his cock exploded. 

"Gooood!" groaned Heidi as his sperm splashed her vaginal walls with the 
thick, sticky love message. It raced up and down her tortured channel making 
that tight groove of hers all sticky and slippery. It was pumped into her 
slot in great, spitting shots. "Ooooooo!" she gasped, his sex cream 
quenching her sexual fires. "Oooooo!" 

Bert had her fucking the way he liked it. Heidi moved a thousand different 
ways on the end of his cock, each one better than the last. He didn't want 
her to stop. The come slithered up through his pipe-thick cock, swelled the 
end with a wild, hurting throb and then exploded. He felt his orgasm coming 
and jammed her fuck box with a thundering stroke of hips that sent her off 
the floor. 

"Aaaaiiieee!!" he screamed, pulling his hands away from her tits. Her cunt 
jumped about spastically. Her cunt closed like a fist around his cock and 
jerked and jerked until seed filled her twat to the brim before trickling 
down her red-rimmed slit and along her creamy-white thighs. He spurted and 
spurted, each one better than the last. He slumped against her butt and they 
fell down together, his dick buried in her cunt. 

"Beautiful," he gasped at length. "Simply beautiful." 

"Oh it was," said Heidi. She wiggled her hips and felt him slide out of her 
cunt. Spreading open, she pulled a leg over and grasped his limp penis. Even 
soft, his member was longer than the width of her palm. She cuddled in close 
and pushed him into her mouth. He's wonderful, she thought, sucking his 
penis. She felt at peace with the world and indeed she was all cuddled up in 
the curve of his body, her mouth cleaning and licking sperm from his cock. 

Bert accepted the teasing tongue licks with a acknowledging grunt here and 
there. But his mind was light years away. He was thinking about a little 
girl in his swim class. A strong, powerful butterflyer who liked to swim 
nude in the early morning when the fog was heavy across the city and her 
body was safe from prying eyes. All, save his own. 

"Look," gasped Heidi, stroking his cock with her tongue. "I can't believe 
you." 

"So beautiful," he said, ignoring Heidi. Though the fucking had been 
sensational, he felt oddly unfulfilled. It was something elusive; he 
couldn't put his finger on the problem. But just at the moment when his seed 
boiled out the tip of his cock, he felt a letdown, a lack of concentration. 
For several weeks, this had been going on. He thought it might be Heidi, 
that he might be tiring of her already. But the problem went deeper, he knew 
that now, even as Heidi clutched him with her hand and giggled in her high, 
nervous voice. 

"You're hard, Bert," she was saying. "Oh, you're such a man. I can't believe 
it. Your dick is hard again." 

And as her lips came down again, this time to suck and coddle his dick until 
his juice spilled down her throat, Bert remembered the girl swimming in the 
pool, the girl of his dreams. "Ohhhh!" he said softly, flinching under 
Heidi's lapping tongue. The nude swimmer's innocent face came into sharp 
focus, and he felt whole again. 

Alice Dilly. That's who the girl was. 

And Bert was excited once more. He could see her swimming, the warm pool 
water streaking through her thighs and between her breasts. He experienced a 
glowing sensation at the pit of his crotch and then a joyful, easing of 
tension as his sperm rushed into Heidi's greedy little mouth for a second 
time. 

Alice Dilly, he thought wickedly. Oh, boy! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Alice didn't see it until she had ridden home. The small hand cloth was all 
wadded up in a ball and stuck in the basket attached to the back wheel 
sprocket. 

"That's funny," she said, picking the towel up. Her hair was wet from her 
morning swim and was all bundled up turban-like in a bath towel. 

Parking her bike beside the house, Alice crept around back to the kitchen 
entrance. She gently turned the doorknob. The door swung open silently and 
she tippy-toed across the linoleum floor, through the hallway making sure 
her feet did not hit the creaking board floors and scurried into her room. 
Quickly, she pulled her clothes off and unraveled the towel from her head. 
It was late, she noticed looking at the clock. Very late. 

She grabbed the towel and without thinking ran through the hallway and into 
the bathroom stark naked. The door was shut which should have given her a 
clue, but Alice was running, afraid of being late, and she didn't think, 
until the door was opened abruptly and she stood inside. Her eyes stared 
incredulously at the old man sitting on the commode. Father! 

His legs were splayed out and his flabby shoulders and hanging stomach 
seemed to fall forward. His eyes were shut and his head tilted at a strange 
angle, lolling back and forth while his mouth gaped open, emitting strange, 
primitive sounds. 

Alice thought her father was in the middle of a heart attack. Then her eyes 
followed his arm down across his chest to his crotch where his balled fist 
grabbed his hard cock. 

"Aaaaahhhhh, baby," he groaned. "Oh, baby, do I ever want to fuck your 
cunt!" 

Alice stood still, unable to move at first. Her feet seemed imbedded in 
cement and watching her father pounding his cock into submission like a 
retarded pervert horrified her. 

"Oh, baby," continued her father. "In your mouth. I want you to suck my 
dick." 

He was oblivious to his daughter's presence, lost in a secret, erotic 
fantasy that was nearing culmination. His head rotated like a ball bearing 
on his neck, and his hips were pumping forward, leaving the toilet seat as 
his cock readied to shoot. 

Incredibly, he had not noticed Alice. And as the shock wore off, she 
realized she had to get away. And a way in one big hurry. Alice retreated 
one step at a time until she was back in the hall closing the door. My God, 
he didn't see me, she thought joyously. It would have been a shattering 
experience if he had lifted his eyes. As the tension slowly unwound and her 
heartbeat returned to normal, Alice turned red as a beet. Her father, her 
very own father was in the bathroom whacking his meat! She started to giggle 
then slumped down on the bed, her face blushing. God, it was a vile thought! 
Her old, drunken father getting off on sex. 

Perhaps, she would even write her sister a letter explaining the incident in 
minute detail. My wouldn't that be a scream! 

She noticed the crumpled face cloth as she rose from the bed to get dressed. 
Curious where it came from, she picked the cloth up and unfolded it. Inside 
was a soggy piece of paper. Her cherubic face, bright from her near escape 
and the wicked knowledge of her father's weakness, turned from a near laugh 
to a sob as she read the few typewritten words over and over again. 

"I love you, Alice," read the note. "I love you every morning you jump in 
the pool and here is a token of my love." The letter was unsigned, but the 
soft, sticky goo on the paper could only be one thing. 

Token of love, she thought, horrified. It was a man's sperm! 

All over her fingers! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The swim team stood along the edge of the pool as Bert strutted down the 
line snapping orders like a Marine drill instructor. 

His speech lasted five minutes and during that time not a head twitched and 
not a leg moved. The wind blowing off the ocean was bitter cold, but no one 
shivered. Better to be cold than to catch the ire of Bert Anderson. 

"I don't have to remind you girls that the Nationals are three weeks away," 
snapped. Bert. As he walked along the line, his eyes focused on each swimmer 
as if he were speaking to them individually. "We've got a good team here, 
the makings of a great team in fact. But you aren't going to be worth a damn 
unless you work hard these last three weeks. You'll be going up against the 
very best competition in the state. I don't have to remind you that 
California has some of the best swimmers in the country. It won't be easy, 
that I can assure you." 

He turned on his heel at the end and retraced his steps, snapping a 
clipboard at his side. 

"I've heard complaints about the workouts," he continued. "Four miles a day 
works out to a lot of laps, but it's not enough if you want to do well at 
the nationals. So for the next three weeks, we're boosting our swims to six 
miles. 

He waited for the chorus of groans to subside. "Since we can have the pool 
for only a limited time during the afternoon, the extra two miles will be 
swam in in the morning. Is that clear? I want every one of you girls to be 
here, ready to go at seven a.m. sharp." Another roar of voices went up, this 
one more plaintive than the last. "I won't have time to set my hair for 
school," moaned one girl whose firm tits and round butt made anyone forget 
about her hair. 

"That's where you're wrong," said Bert with a smile. "There's plenty of time 
to swim and then go home and pretty yourself up for the boys." He felt his 
heart pounding as he finished the sentence. His eyes stared down the line 
until they found Alice Dilly. She had a vague distant look in her eyes and 
it incensed Bert that she did not pay more attention to him. Maybe if he 
handed her another towel, Alice might get the message. She turned, saw that 
he was staring at her and blushed. 

"Isn't that right, Miss Dilly?" 

The girls looked down at Alice, not knowing why Bert had picked her, but, 
perhaps sensing there was something unusual going on between Alice and the 
coach. 

"I would think so," coughed Alice, She felt so anxious she wanted to pee! 
"But you have to swim very fast to get the whole two miles in." She gulped 
and tried to stop her head from spinning around and around. Alice opened her 
mouth and froze up as her mind went blank. She could feel the soiled towel 
in her hand, feel with a nauseating dread the greasy sperm on her 
fingertips. Her eyes focused on Bert's crotch as she wondered about the 
obscene message. God, was it Bert? It seemed impossible. Not Bert, she 
thought. Not an Olympic champion, a war hero, a pillar of the community. His 
family went back three generations. Alice looked up at him and spotted the 
glint of recognition in his eyes. Alice had been only a small girl when her 
father opened the morning newspaper and proudly pointed to Bert's picture on 
the front page, the one with the Olympic medal dangling from his neck and 
the caption "Hero Honors The Strand." Was it possible that this same man 
could be putting come rags in her bicycle basket? She watched the bulge in 
his bathing suit grow out, and for the first time she saw the fear behind 
those flashing black eyes. Suddenly, her jaw unlocked, the tension draining 
away like rain drops after a storm. 

It was you, she wanted to say. She felt a renewed sense of pride standing at 
attention in front of Bert, her courage flowing into her blood. You did it, 
I know you did it! 

Bert felt old and tired not to mention embarrassed as hell at the hard-on 
creeping to full length in his pants. He snapped the clipboard once more 
against his thigh and then meekly, for his strong, baritone voice betrayed 
him, ordered the girls into the pool. 

"Half-mile warm-up, two miles of hundred repeats," he snapped. One by one 
the girls edged to wall reluctantly for the water was cold in the late 
afternoon, dove in and began the workout. As the last one lofted her skinny 
buttocks and scrawny legs up and down with a splash into the green tinted 
water, Bert felt a deep stirring; not the hot, passion kind he felt for 
Heidi, a passion that more often than not turned to sick, perverse kind of 
lust; but a warm, bubbly passion, a happy, friendly feeling that made him 
light and buoyant as a champagne bubble. 

Alice was waiting for him as he strode down to his office. She hugged her 
shoulder, shivering with cold. Her large, blue eyes stared up at him, their 
gaze causing him also to shiver. 

"Miss Dilly, I'm sorry I put you on the spot." 

"Well, that's all right," she said meekly. "I guess I had it coming." 

"Perhaps," said Bert sharply. "But that's no excuse for not swimming. 
Standing around pool side isn't going to make you a better swimmer." 

He pointed to the water. "Now get!" he snapped, smacking her butt with the 
clipboard. "And after practice I want to see you in my office." 

"Yes, sir," she said. Alice turned and made a long, curving dive. She 
watched the churning water come up to meet her face, and at the last minute 
closed her eyes to embrace its warm wetness. 

Now what does he want with me? she thought, tucking at the waist and 
flipping the turn. Alice pushed off, one lap down, wondering what it could 
be. 

"Hey what did ass-hole want?" asked Jennifer Bacon, standing under the hot 
water shower in the changing room. When Alice tried to dismiss the question 
with a puzzled look, Jennifer just laughed. 

"You got something going?" Jennifer continued. She was a scrawny girl and in 
the shower with her flat tits and hairless crotch covered with soap she 
appeared ludicrous. To make up for her bland looks, Jennifer was known as a 
talker and whatever Alice said would undoubtedly be passed around school. 

"Mind your own business," Alice said, dipping under the water. The hot 
shower felt soothing to her tired muscles. She stripped the tight nylon suit 
from her body and arched her neck against the spray. Gently she moved around 
letting the water splash off her skin. The conversation was over she thought 
until Jennifer suddenly grabbed her roughly. 

"Don't act snotty with me," said Jennifer. "Just 'cause you're fucking the 
coach doesn't make you anything special, Miss Hot Pants.! " 

Alice was surprised by Jennifer's strength. Surprised and angered too! What 
right did she have to make up stories, especially when there wasn't a grain 
of truth to them? Alice pulled the girl's arm from her shoulders and squared 
off. 

"Keep you dirty hands off me," she snapped. "What makes you so damn sure." 

"Because I saw the way you acted," cried Jennifer. "And that ain't all 
either." 

"What does that mean," said Alice, catching Jennifer as she tried to run. 
"Where do you think you're going?" Alice grabbed the frightened girl 
roughly. "You explain that remark or so help me I'll bash your brains out!" 

Jennifer looked as if she wanted to crawl under a log and die. Once the 
words slipped from her mouth, there was no turning back. Jennifer stood 
naked in the dressing room, water forming in a puddle at her feet. Feeling 
naked as her bald cunt, the skinny girl whose nickname was blabbermouth 
said, "you'll just have to ask Bert Anderson. You're not the first girl he 
asked up to that house of his." 

"Asked up to his house?" retorted Alice. "He hasn't asked me anything except 
get in the water and swim." 

"Don't say I didn't warn you," said Jennifer. Her lips split into a wide, 
toothy grin that made Alice furious enough to punch her in the face. It 
would do no good, however, to have the rumor spread that she was having an 
affair with the swim coach. 

"Keep your mouth shut," Alice said anyway. It gave her a perverse thrill 
inside; she would have a special status in the high school. Maybe the boys 
would even pay attention to her with the rumor out that she was having an 
affair with the swim coach. 

She could picture the cold-eyed stares from the other girls and then the 
boys would gravitate around her, the boldest coming forward and asking her 
for a date. The thought of dating, of being with a man and sharing her 
feelings with him and acting hip like the other girls terrified Alice. 

She wiped herself with a towel, feeling the growth of new fuzz of her twat. 
Growing up was so damn hard! At fourteen, she was undeveloped compared to 
the other girls; her breasts had just begun to sprout just as her pubic hair 
had started to thicken and turn dark. A major source of embarrassment had 
been her scrawny, undeveloped body; boys like girls with full breasts and 
wide hips and soft, velvet cunts. They didn't take to string-bean figures 
like Alice had. "Who wants to fuck linguini," Alice had overheard in a 
science class, a remark which had made her blush. The two boys were talking 
about another girl, but it could have very well been her. 

As she reached for her clothes, Alice held her breasts and gave them a 
critical judgment. She was hardly big enough to wear a bra without filling 
the cups first with cotton, but at last there was something to show up under 
her racing swimsuit. Her beaver was as hairless as a billiard ball. Even her 
virginity did not cause the weak-kneed, trembling reaction that normally 
followed any thought of losing that all important skin flap protecting the 
untouched womb. The stories other girls told of their first agonizing 
experience with a boy nearly made her puke. More often than not, these 
stories were lurid accounts, usually inaccurate. "Willie was so big, his 
hung out to here and he kept sticking his dong into me until I could almost 
taste him in my throat," one girl explained her deflowering. Alice didn't 
believe the girl for a minute. But there was pain connected with her first 
fucking; pain and uncertainty and more than a little fear. If a girl 
exaggerated the point, she did so, reasoned Alice, because the feel of a 
man's dick pushing awkwardly into her cunt was a jolt both to the body and 
the mind. 

Alice had promised that when the right man came along, then she would give 
herself to him. The right man, she knew, was actually any man who would be 
nice and love her and most importantly, knew how to make her passionate so 
when he took her virginity, it wouldn't hurt so damn much! 

Alice climbed into her panties and bra, adjusting the cups to fit her pouty 
breasts and pulled her faded jeans and blouse on. On top of her street 
clothes went her heavy wool coat and a stocking cap. She was tired from the 
two-mile swim, yet exhilarated too, a strange sensation that all swimmers 
experienced after a good, hard workout. 

She trudged up to the office which was closed. Light shone under the door. 
It didn't matter if she went to see the coach or not. By the end of the 
week, Jennifer would have blabbed and the whole school would know about this 
meeting whether it actually took place or not. It was silly what kids took 
to be the truth. As she opened the unlocked door, Alice had a sudden insight 
into the human condition. People believed what they wanted to believe. If 
the boys wanted Alice to be an easy piece of ass, a girl that rolled over 
and said fuck me to the swimming coach no less, then that is what they would 
believe. It didn't matter if Jennifer was blabbing the first thing that came 
into her moronic mind. Up till now no one had noticed Alice because she was 
plain-looking, quiet and there were other girls to ogle. But if the 
high-school boys needed a fantasy to stir their flaccid cocks and make them 
pant and carry on like sex-crazed dogs, then Alice would become that 
fantasy. 

Well that's way it is, she said to herself. And I can't do anything about 
it. 

It was a surprising conclusion for a fourteen-year-old girl to reach 
especially for one like Alice whose cunt shriveled up like a withered peach 
at the thought of sex. But then she was a contradictory girl. 

"You wanted to see me?" she asked innocently, walking inside. 

Bert nearly came unglued from his chair. His cock had been hard for nearly 
an hour and not even the gentle stroking of his hand could bring his "blue 
veiner" to a soft state. 

His eyes bounced around nervously. His stomach churned with bile and white 
flecks of antacid tablets appeared at the corners of his mouth. 

He grabbed his cock like it was four-gear speed shift and jammed it into the 
"first" position. Except for his darting eye movements and the beads of 
perspiration, Alice was not aware of Bert's strenuous efforts under the 
table. 

"You have a good chance of breaking your sister's records," he began, his 
face twitching oddly, while his hands worked feverishly under the table. 

"I hope I do well," said Alice. She was thinking about the next day in 
school, and the boys who would hear of her exploits with the coach. He 
wasn't a bad-looking man, she surmised. Even if he was thirty-five years 
old! 

"But you must work for first place," Bert continued, wondering why he had 
called her to his office. God, his head felt like a spinning top. Had he 
misread this little broad, the scrawny girl with the bird-like figure, whose 
waif-like body played hell with his brain every morning at the pool. He 
gripped his dick harder, as if the firm shaft were the only thing that kept 
him anchored to this world. 

He wanted her badly. Darken her hair, slant the eyes and flatten her nose 
and Alice resembled the VC girl who had restored his love affair with sex. 
Alice wiggled her butt on the hard wood seat in front of him and his cock 
bucked in his hand. There was no telling what goodies her awkward, lovely 
body held in store for him. He slammed his hand up and down his joint as he 
tried to keep the excitement from showing up in his voice. 

"I expect to see you early in the morning," he croaked. The milky fluid was 
rising through his shaft, welling up into the wedge-shaped head. He could 
hear the slapping sound of flesh pounding flesh; the urge to jump from his 
desk and jam his dick into the unsuspecting belly of Alice Dilly was 
overwhelming. 

Then she uncrossed her legs, spreading the knees so he had a good shot at 
her crotch. Even hidden safely behind the blue jeans, she was something rare 
and precious to behold. Heidi was going to catch hell tonight, he thought. 
That silly stewardess cunt was going to suck him and fuck him until her 
tight twat bubbled over with his juice and then he might ding her ass-hole 
too! Oh, shit, it was going to be something, he thought staring into the 
innocent blue eyes of Alice Dilly. "Is that all?" she said. 

"Yes! That's it!! " His hand made a cunt shape around his prick. He hunched 
into the hand bestially rising up and down on the seat, his tongue lolling 
out of his mouth. Sweat poured down his brow, welling in the eyebrows before 
trickling along the deep lines in his face. As Alice Dilly closed the door, 
his prostate spasmed, his hand flashed forward in a final desperate 
movement, and a stream of jism shot up against the bottom of the desk 
drawer. 

"Aaaaaiiiieee!!!" he screamed, as juice splashed over the desk. He milked 
his shaft with wild, jerking motions. "Is that all?" he said, his voice 
mimicking Alice Dilly's falsetto timbre. The girl didn't know anything. She 
was a fucking innocent whose only kink was swimming nude in the morning. He 
didn't know that girls came that naive anymore. God, there was come all over 
his hand and the floor and the fucking desk and she probably didn't know 
where her cunt was! 

Then Bert laughed. He dropped his flaccid cock and rolled back in the chair 
and laughed until tears flooded his eyes and his chest ached for oxygen. Oh, 
was Heidi going to get a working over. He was going to ream her portals out 
until she looked like the Homecoming Fuck Queen for the Pittsburgh Steelers. 

And for now that was enough. But sooner or later, Alice was going to feel 
the hard, manly thrust of his cock in that hairless pussy. And he would help 
her find her cunt! And how! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The rumor that Alice was an easy lay spread through high school, though not 
as quickly or in quite the way Alice had imagined. She was still treated 
coolly at school. The early-morning swimming exhausted her and left Alice 
feeling like a zombie for most of the morning. 

Her father was drinking more than usual and he was acting strangley. He kept 
calling her Darlene and Alice had to correct him. Not that it made a 
difference to her father. Alice no longer used the bathroom in the morning 
unless the door was wide open and she could see inside. Most of the time the 
door was closed and once when she put her ear next to the wood, Alice heard 
the long, plaintive moaning of her father followed by the slapping of flesh. 

Actually, Alice was not fully aware of her new status in school as an "easy 
lay" until a very freakish incident occurred a week before the nationals. 
Alice had finished swimming that morning and was waiting for the bus to drop 
her off near school when a convertible screeched to a halt at the bus 
station. Alice recognized the driver Nick Adams, a football player known for 
his physical toughness on the gridiron and his awesome prowess in street 
fights of which there were one or two a week. 

He also had a reputation as a womanizer in general and as a beast with the 
cheerleaders in particular. Alice was apprehensive about accepting a ride 
from Adams. At the same time, she felt drawn toward him an a mysterious way. 
Why had Adams stopped to give her, Alice Dilly a ride anywhere. Unless 
Jennifer's incessant gossiping had finally filtered through the ranks to the 
football players. It seemed doubtful, however. In the days gone by, she had 
heard not a word, received not one indication. Perhaps, it's my new coat and 
pants, she thought admiring her outfit. 

"Where to, sweetheart?" Adams asked, grinning wolfishly. 

"To school," she answered calmly. Alice got in the shotgun seat and closed 
the door. The tape deck was wailing as she reclined in the rolled-and-tucked 
leather interior. It was nice sitting in an open car. Adams didn't seem to 
be the unpleasant type, she thought. And he was not bad-looking. 

"Nice day," he ventured, gunning the engine. A smile crept across his broad, 
bony face as he lifted a cold beer from the cooler in the back seat and 
offered one to Alice. "How 'bout a cold one before class. After all the 
swimming, you must need a little pick-me-up." 

Against her better judgment, Alice accepted. The metal can was cold against 
her fingers and snapping the top open proved a mistake for beer spilled all 
over her clothes, wetting her crotch. 

Adams watched intently, taking a long pull from his beer. It was laced with 
bourbon which made him loose and aggressive. He had heard stories about 
Alice in the locker room and though he had never paid her much attention 
before he did now. Half-looped on the booze, his cock was getting hard and 
Alice, having accepted his beer looked like just the candidate to relieve 
him of that problem. He felt the familiar stirring of his cock inside his 
pants and decided to try a few tricks on the girl who sat beside him. 

Alice took several quick gulps. A tingly sensation swept through her braless 
tits like little warning buzzers. She felt the wet spot in her pants settled 
against her cunt and she squirmed, the stain feeling very unpleasant. 

"This is a nice car," she said as the convertible rocketed down the road. 
Adams was driving like a mad man weaving in and out of traffic. At H Street 
a car cut in front of him and he swerved, nearly hitting an old lady trying 
to get across the intersection. 

"Stupid ass-hole," he yelled out at the old woman who shook her cane at him. 

"Hey, you missed the turnoff," Alice said, pointing to Cedar Street, which 
led past the high school. But there was no stopping Nick Adams. The booze 
had spread a nice, warm glow through his body. 

"Oh, stop!" screamed Alice. "I'll be late for class." But her voice was 
drowned out by the wind screaming through the open car. 

"Some car, huh?" Adams shouted. He enjoyed every minute of her terror. It 
stimulated him, made his cock scream for satisfaction and this was one sure 
way of getting it. "I can drive like this all day." 

To emphasize the point, Adams swung the car violently to the right, passing 
the surprised occupants of a blue Dodge on the narrow emergency lane. 

"Oh, no you kill us both!" shouted Alice, sure now that Adams was insane and 
that he was bent on completing a suicide pact. She snapped her eyes shut 
waiting for the explosion as the convertible went smashing into a cement 
abutment or into another car. The car hurtled down the freeway at well over 
a hundred miles an hour, pinning Alice to the front seat. Beer dribbled down 
her blouse, wetting her pants. Next to her Adams was laughing like a wild 
man, his voice screeching above the din of the racing automobile. He drained 
the beer can and flipped it out on the road where it skipped crazily along 
the cement. He was drunk. Roaring, wildly drunk and his heart raced with his 
tire-screeching car. 

He spotted an exit ramp and swerved the car in front of the Volkswagen whose 
startled driver nearly threw up in the front seat, and went flying down the 
ramp. 

"Oh, God, no my God!" screamed Alice, glad to be alive. She pulled her 
fingers from her eyes and saw they were in a part of town that Alice was 
unfamiliar with. There were several smart homes set way back from the curbs 
hidden partially by large, bushy trees. A small park spread out before them, 
a quiet place with elm trees sprang up everywhere. Only the chirping of 
birds broke the silence of their blissful surroundings. 

It's very nice, thought Alice. 

Adams thought it was nice too, not that it mattered. He lunged at her 
suddenly and clamped his mouth over her lips. He forced her mouth open and 
plunged his tongue into her soft void. It was the first tongue Alice had 
ever tasted and it was warm and sticky and stimulating. She felt Adams' arms 
snake up her miniskirt and wiggle into her panties. Her thighs snapped open 
by instinct and she felt the violent thrust of something at the base of her 
crotch. "Oh!" she managed to gasp as his finger found the parted slit of her 
cunt. Drunk as he was, Adams had not forgotten how to work a girl's crack 
into a state of excitement. 

"Here, baby, groove on this," he shouted. His finger touched her clit. 
Un-like her mound which was soft and smallish, her clitoris was fat and long 
as a pencil eraser. When he stroked his finger back and forth, Alice 
screamed. Electricity shot through her cunt. She bucked her hips against his 
hand. It was sensational and she was not at all embarrassed at her lack of 
experience because Adams was doing everything! 

"Wonderful, baby," Adams was saying and to prove it, he pulled on her blouse 
and searched out her small breasts with his tongue. The nipple was like a 
raised pimple and he licked it greedily teasing the end with raspy surface 
of his tongue. 

"Aaaaiiieeee!" Alice gasped. His teeth were clamping down on her tit Alice 
felt only the wild, unknown sensations of sex. She was being raped, and that 
was bad, but she couldn't help herself for the fiery sensation between her 
legs had ignited her. It felt like a 

Roman candle was aglow in her cunt, the little fire balls exploding upward 
into her womb. 

Adams ripped open his fly and freed his swollen cock. "Now give me some 
loving," he snarled. He was ready for a fight and he pulled back his hand, 
ready to smash her across the face if necessary just to show the pukey bitch 
that he meant business. "Give me some pleasure, baby. Suck!" The shaft 
challenged her mouth. Alice felt afraid for the very first time. It was like 
a wild nightmare that so suddenly came to life. She visualized her father 
sitting on the toilet seat, his cock hard in the palm of his hand groaning 
like an animal. Adams thrust his cock towards her open lips. She pressed 
against him, not sure what to do. Fooling around in her pants was all right, 
but she was not prepared for his dick. It was long and lanky like a garden 
hose with a knotty end that gleamed wickedly. Adams jerked the shaft a few 
times to show he meant business and said, "Into your fucking mouth, baby. 
In! Suck it!" 

The ugly blue veins marred the masculine beauty of his penis. She trembled 
like a leaf, her excitement turning into an awful dread. A twinge of 
revulsion shivered down her spine. I can't put that ugly thing inside me, 
she thought. God, that taste must be awful, simply awful. Adams pulled her 
close and with a jerk of his cock ended her fears and traumas once and for 
all. Because he was inside her mouth with a sudden movement of his hips. 

The taste was quite pleasing, if somewhat salty. It surprised her that she 
didn't puke. His dick had seemed so raw and brutal up close, the smell of 
his anxious sex seemed to drip from the cock just as it dripped from her 
cunt hole. Adams thrust in and out of her face, filling her cheeks, raking 
her lips with his hard shaft. "Baby, suck it! Suck it!" he was saying, 
pistoning her trembling lips. 

His finger fished the soft, warm void of her cooze. So wet and nice, he 
wanted to push his dick into her slit and leave it in until he came. His 
blood pumped through his arteries, his tortured nerves screaming for 
satisfaction. Adams had reached a peak and he drunkenly screamed at her once 
again to satisfy his sexual passions. 

"I can't hold it much longer," he bellowed. "Do it, baby, do it." 

Her face came forward, his dick slid in all the way and her wonderful, 
luscious lips came down on him, wrapping like twin caterpillars around his 
sex pole. 

He jerked and twisted violently causing Alice to suck in her breath as she 
lunged against him, his glans touching the back of her throat. 

"Aaaaiiieee!! " Adams screamed. He bucked his hips off the seat and pushed 
his inflamed member in as far as he could go. "Suck it! Suck it!! " he said 
weakly, then exhausted he drained his sperm out into her face. 

"Wow!" It was the first word that came to Alice's mind. She screamed and 
clutched the man's balls, squeezing softly. Sperm flowed thick and hot into 
her gulping mouth. As she squeezed on his cock more sperm came out. She was 
gulping and sucking on his spurting tool. Sex had eluded her for so many 
hears, that when it came she responded surprisingly like she had been 
fucking and sucking for years. 

The viscous fluid caught her square and unable to keep up with his urgent 
demands, some seed dribbled out her mouth. "YesssH" bellowed Adams as he 
shot jet after jet of sticky semen into her face. His balls jerked in their 
sac. 

She licked and sucked and squeezed his aching nuts until Adams wanted to 
scream. He had not been prepared for Alice's reaction, just as she had not 
been prepared for his aggressive lovemaking. He had fucked lots of girls in 
his seventeen fun-filled years, but nothing came close to the excitement he 
shared with this fourteen-year-old broach. Boy, could she suck cock! It was 
sensational! His hand that was buried in her crotch was sopping wet with 
juice. He pulled out of her pants, and held his fingers under her nose. 

"Smell it, sweetheart," he said, truly surprised that a girl who had just 
been raped, or at least forced to suck him off could enjoy herself so much. 
He held the fingers under her nostrils and gave her a good whiff. "That's 
you, baby," he said. "You fucking came." 

That was good for a laugh and Adams rolled back his head and laughed until 
tears streamed down his face. He continued to hunch his cock into Alice's 
willing mouth. They stayed glued to each other for what seemed hours before 
he finally pulled out. 

"So that's what sex is all about," said Alice. 

Certainly was nothing to be frightened about. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Dear Sis, Well, it finally happened. And right before the swim meet too. I'm 
talking about my virginity in case you're wondering. How about that. Your 
little sister finally got laid. Well, sorta, anyway I'm no longer the town 
outcast and I've finally gotten down to talking with boys which is something 
I've been meaning to do, but never had the guts. You know how us virgins are 
or were I should say. 

The nationals are this week and by the time you get this letter the meet 
will be over and hopefully I'll have a handful of medals to show off next to 
yours. I'm a tenth of one second off your 100 butterfly time and I hate to 
upset you, but Bert thinks I've got a shot at your record. Sorry, sis, but 
that's how us competitors are. 

And speaking of family. Ma is gone and maybe not coming back this time. She 
hasn't written in a couple of months so I figure she's had enough of Dad. 
Can't say as I blame her The old man has been really off his rocker. I try 
to keep out of his way, it's rough. He drinks most of the night and 
occasionally I'm awake to hear him come weaving home singing and carrying 
on. 

I walked in on Dad in the bathroom by mistake. You thought the old man was 
just a boozer, but I saw him flopped down on the commode whacking his meat 
for everything he was worth. The old guy was really horny if you can 
imagine! Not only that, he was groaning and screaming while his hand went up 
and down his dong. He got really big and thick jerking off. It was the first 
time I'd ever seen that and I damn near laughed out loud. Crazy isn't it. I 
managed to get away without him seeing me. He was jerking off pretty regular 
and I guess that's okay for him. But a couple of times I've waken up and 
found Dad standing in my bedroom drunk and mumbling something I couldn't 
understand. Well, I had to get him out, but it's scary. Why does he have to 
wander into my bedroom at night for God's sake? 

Well, anyway that's the news from this end. I can barely wait for the 
nationals to start. I feel like a watch spring that has been wound too 
tight. It'll get better once the competition starts. 

Sorry, I have to end my letter here. I wanted to tell you about Bert and 
especially about Nick Adams but that will just have to wait until next time. 

Wish me luck, Alice 

She folded the letter and stuffed it into a white envelope which she stamped 
and put in the mailbox. When Alice dragged herself home from practice that 
night, she glanced up, saw the letter gone and gave no more thought to 
writing her sister. 

The nationals were only a day off and she understandably was concerned with 
her times and health. Alice had developed a cold and was taking a variety of 
drugs, all illegal according to the swimming bylaws and would have to be 
stopped that day if her system was to flush the drugs out. 

Wrapped up in her own problems, Alice did not recognize the subtle change in 
her father. He was still drinking heavily but the glassy stare had been 
replaced by a steely-some would say lusty-gaze, catching every detail of his 
young daughter. 

On the way home from the gas station, he had seen the letter sticking out of 
the mailbox and quickly glancing at the last name on the front, opened the 
envelope and read the letter addressed to his older daughter. His lips moved 
as he read and when he got to the final paragraph a smile spread slowly 
across his face. His fingers trembled, shaking the one-page letter and it 
took three readings before he finally crumpled the letter up into an ash 
tray and burned it. 

Mr. Dilly went to the kitchen where a full quart of bourbon was hidden 
behind the five-pound sack of flour in the top cabinet. He brought the 
bottle down, took several straight hits until the eighty-proof mash whiskey 
warmed his gut. Only then could he face the full reality of what he had 
read. His cock, loose as a throwing rope flickered alive. He reached in his 
pants and jerked the shaft, smiling as he thought of his darling, innocent 
daughter walking in on her old man jerking his cock. 

The reason he was jerking his dick and not using it was her, as if the 
little sucker didn't know that. Who the hell did she think the old man was 
dreaming of as his cock spurted sperm into the toilet. 

Dilly smiled again. He had wanted his younger daughter in the sack from just 
about the time she was old enough to walk. He was drawn to her like a 
magnet; her curly locks, big blue eyes and young, tender mouth pulled him 
inevitably closer and closer. Darlene had been the same way and he finally 
got her to think the same way. He pulled his dick until the knotty end 
pulsated and his nuts wagged with expectation. 

Darlene had been a good little girl to him. She too had walked into the 
bathroom on him and experienced the same fascination and the same revulsion 
as Alice. His wife had gone a little crazy when she walked into the bedroom 
and found him with six inches of cock stuffed into Darlene's cunt, but at 
least his dumb wife had the sense to walk out instead of calling the cops. 

Darlene was cool about the whole matter and though she had managed to elude 
him most of the time, he did get her pussy half a dozen times before she 
graduated and left for that rinky-dink college up north. 

Now there was Alice, and she was easily the best of the whole lot. And now 
that she was old enough, he would break her in right. His hand came down on 
his wand and sperm shot out the end like custard. Dilly laughed 
hysterically, the booze only heightening his awareness of the world's silly 
ways. 

Break her in right, he thought. Make her know what sex was all about! The 
hard way! he laughed. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was like a dream, thought Heidi as she served Bert Anderson his evening 
meal. She was in need of someone who would tell what to do and say. Heidi 
was tired of the old men she met on the Pan-Am flights; tired and a little 
sick too of holding their flaccid cocks and telling them what big studs they 
were when in fact they couldn't get a decent hard-on. 

Bert was different. If he wanted sex he just unzipped and threw her on the 
bed or floor and stuck his cock into her. He treated her like dirt, and she 
liked it. She was a willing slave to his wanton desires, a fucking machine 
that worked when he wanted her to. It was a brutal, demeaning relationship 
and yet that left her feeling exhilarated. She still had a few more weeks of 
vacation time and sick leave left and if Bert continued to treat her like a 
fucking animal, she might just stay on. 

Bert sat at the table, playing with his hamburger patty and hash browns. 
Tomorrow is the meet, he thought, tomorrow is everything. He knew the team 
would do well, but how would Alice do? 

I want her to win, the silly twit, he mused. Surprisingly, he had not 
touched her, a fact which amused him as he drank his coffee. 

"Can I get you anything?" asked Heidi. She bent way down so her boobs hung 
halfway out of her blouse. He watched with mounting pleasure. Heidi had 
finally come around too. He could fuck her half-a-dozen times an hour if he 
wanted to and lately with all the tension and anxiety over the nationals, he 
had been going to her cunt like a horse to water. 

He reached into her blouse and fondled her globe-size breasts until she 
groaned with delight. He loved her breasts and pulling one free he stuck the 
end in his mouth and sucked on the cherry-sized ends while she rubbed his 
crotch. 

"Ooooo," she moaned. It was so big that she had to put both hands down into 
his crotch. She felt his pursed lips licking away on her nipples and she was 
so happy from his pleasing mouth that she humped up and down on his lap like 
a little girl. 

Bert sagged under her weight and the chair creaked then split in half as 
they tumbled to the floor. Neither changed their positions. Heidi groaned 
with delight as pleasure zinged in and out of her squishy cunt and she 
wanted to fuck right there on the floor. And why not? 

She was wildly wet between the legs. Her slit was bubbling juice. 
Frantically, Heidi grabbed at the knob rising in his trousers. It was 
awkward in her position to get hold of his cock and she fought the thick 
Levi material for a handhold. "Give it to me!" she whispered hoarsely. "I 
want to play with your cock!" 

Bert sucked on her titties, mildly aroused by her antics. Heidi always 
leaped into things too fast, but that was her impulsive, aggressive style of 
doing things. 

He rolled over into the V of her crotch and dry humped her cunt mound, his 
bulging dick just out of the way of her prying fingers. Her nipples flushed 
with passion, the ends hard as raisins between his teeth. He pulled on the 
rubbery ends, hearing her groan like an old sofa, as she found him. 

Her fingers moved like zombies to unzip the front of his pants. It was the 
first time he had given up so easily and Heidi wasn't going to let the 
opportunity slip by. She went into the hot confines of his pants, touching 
his hot, sweaty cock flesh, stroking the softness of his balls. 

His dick was enormous, big as a fluttering baton in her hand. She ran her 
palm up and down the hairless shaft, feeling her desire mount as his blood 
pounded in the big, blue veins which laced the outside of the shaft. 

And Bert was digging it too! He pulled at her eager thighs, pushing the 
peignoir up over her waist. Her yellow panties shone back at him, a wet 
stain showing up in the crotch vent. He rubbed his two fingers back and 
forth across the stain until it welled out into a nice, soupy wound. When 
Heidi was wet as she could be, Bert grabbed the elastic band and ripped her 
panties clear and plunged his face down into her cooze and licked 
lasciviously with his tongue. 

"Ooooooo!! " A thrill flashed through her body. Her hand reached frantically 
for him, finding his hairy nuts and squeezing down softly. The oblong 
testicles leaped about like jumping beans. Fantastic! She took his scrotum 
gently into her mouth and sucked his throbbing nuts. 

"Gooood!" Bert said. He pulled her up into a sixty-nine position and lashed 
at her pussy until her hips were twisting and gyrating around him. It was 
wild, frantic sucking and eating, the squishy noise of tongue and lips 
blending together in a harmonious toot of urgency. 

Heidi didn't know how she'd done it, but suddenly the horrible length of his 
cock was out of her mouth and jammed between her legs, sliding under her 
crotch like a sawhorse. She felt like she could sit on it with her split. 

Bert continued attacking her cunt with violent tongue thrusts, but his dick 
lay in the crack of her V-shaped thighs, rubbing the hard shaft back and 
forth through her ravine, a sensation that sent Heidi groaning and humping. 

She clutched at him with her butt cheeks as he worked his way back to her 
butt; reluctant at first, she was spurred on by his tongue which did the 
fandango on her clitoris. There seemed to be no stopping Bert once he got 
started, just as there was no rhyme or reason to the way he satisfied 
himself with her body. His hand was gone from her pussy and she felt so 
empty and lonely that she didn't resist as he moved between her butt cheeks 
and stroked the sweating ravine. In the tangle of arms and legs, it was 
difficult to do anything except reach out and suck or eat what looked good. 

His pecker worked back and forth in her mouth as she continued sucking on 
his nuts, feeling the thundering excitement building up as her tongue come 
down on the bloated sac filled with precious fluid. 

"Baby, this is going to be wonderful," Bert promised. Her well-shaped body, 
blonde hair and big tits were a far cry from the scrawny appeal of Alice 
Dilly. Night after night he dreamed of fucking his little swimmer. He was 
running through deep brush and then she came out of nowhere dressed in silk 
swimsuit. Raging with lust, Bert threw her roughly to the ground and fucked 
her cunt hour after hour. Only after several such dreams did he make the 
connection between Alice and the VC girl back in Vietnam all those years 
ago. 

Now there was Heidi stepping in for the elusive and inaccessible Alice 
Dilly. If he got caught with that young cunt his ass would be in a sling. 
Heidi would have to do. If he got hot enough, and his nuts were bloated to 
the size of basketballs, it was not hard to imagine Heidi taking the place 
of Alice. Or for the VC girl for that matter. 

He inched his cock out of her mouth and into her cunt sleeve with such force 
that Heidi moaned and swished her hips like an alligator's tail. 

"Aaaahhh!" She felt him stirring like to her butt. It was so much more 
thrilling than anything Heidi was used to. God, his dick was so big she 
didn't think that she could get it all inside. But there was no question in 
her mind that her passion-laden body need sex and needed it right that 
instant. Even if it meant taking his cock into her ass-hole. 

"Fuck me," she said weakly, her abdomen fluttering anxiously. She worked her 
cunny around his probing finger and felt the welcome explosion of 
electricity run up and down the tight muscle cords of her belly. Bert had 
inserted a finger into her butt and that thrilled her. Quickly, she hunched 
his finger into her butt until she wiggled like an eel. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" she murmured, her legs wrapped around his waist, her back 
against the wall. And then she really slipped on his rod, felt his cock pop 
from her hole and then drove in again harder and deeper. 

Bert mushed her butt cheeks between his fingers, working the flesh like 
fresh dough. This was going to go well, he thought. He loved her cunt. It 
was warm and wet and gripped him like a gloved fist. 

He leaned forward, smelling her womanly ripeness and in her ear whispered, 
"speak French to me." 

"What?" She shook violently against him, her mound rubbing against his 
crotch. "What for?" 

He slapped her on the ass, mounting her at the same time and told her to 
speak French while he fucked her. "It doesn't matter. Speak French. And 
raise your voice. You know high-pitched and sort of singsong when you talk." 

"What do you want me to say?" 

"First thing that comes into your mind," he said, excited that Heidi was 
going to speak that impossible language to him. He peeled back her butt and 
he was so excited that he pulled his cock out and then started to lube the 
inside of her ass trough with the margarine which had spilled off the table 
when they fell. It was warm and soft and Heidi groaned as he worked her 
ass-hole. He was going to fuck her ass-hole! Heidi slipped down and down 
forever as if disappearing into a bottomless well. She mumbled something 
that could be French or Swahili for all Bert knew. But forcing his cock into 
her wrinkled sphincter brought her back to life. Her ass-hole sucked and 
grabbed at his dick as the stewardess screamed out in French that his cock 
was too big for her butt. 

"Gooood!" Bert said, plunging deeper into the wrinkled ass-hole. Reassured, 
he sank into her channel an inch at a time. Heidi screamed deep in her 
throat and pressed her face against the floor and pounded her fists against 
the rug. 

"You are killing me," she screamed in French. "You are tearing me in two!" 

She was raw. Her ass-hole was in flames and Bert's cock ached from trying to 
fuck her channel. Her sphincter was slow to open and though her muscular 
channel walls gripped him with a sensational warmth, it was slow work 
fucking her butt. He wondered if she needed more lubricant to facilitate 
entry. He loved the noise, the soft sucking of grease, the wrenching of 
flesh, the titillating tembre of her French as he fucked. Beautiful! 
Fantastic! 

Years had been pushed back. He was in a small village, his body pumped up 
with adrenalin and his cock stuffed into a screaming, hysterical girl; a 
Vietnamese who had brought his cock back to life and now he returned the 
favor. Only he was bringing sex to her butt. 

"Inside!" he shouted. And that was what he did. He plunged his round plug up 
her hole like a cork shoved into the end of a bottle. 

Heidi screamed as her insides seemed to collapse. Her first orgasm shot 
through her like scalding water, burning her insides to a crisp. Her toes 
twisted on the ends of her feet and she was being emptied inside out by the 
sudden sensual demand on her twanging nerves. The dick in her ass-hole 
raised up and she went with it; the greasy lubricant had finally worked and 
he was humping sex into her butt like a madman. The sensation of anal rape; 
the sudden, searing pain, a burst of agony and finally the slow, slippery 
pull of cock had a startling effect. She humped her hips slow and easy, 
rising magically as he poled down her butt. His hand released her arms once 
her body began to go with his fucking and he grabbed her cunny, slipping two 
fingers into her crotch while he humped her ass-hole, feeling her spasm 
against him and enjoying the sensation, loving it in fact. 

She was spread out on the floor like an unfurled map and his dick plunged 
into her ass-hole, dominating the French screaming cunt like she had never 
been dominated. Her channel sucked on him like two lips slurping on a straw. 
He went in and out. The end of his cock was beet red from the blood gorging 
his foreskin. 

"Aaaaahhhhh!! " screamed Heidi. She beat her fists on the floor and slapped 
her feet. She gagged on her tongue, choking and heaving, the dreadful sex 
pipe filling her with stimulation she hadn't known was inside her. He made 
her grovel like a fucking pig rutting in the street. She could hear him 
laughing as he charged her anus with cock, zinging her clitoris with two 
fingers. 

At the same time, Heidi was twisting her hips so her ass-hole could take him 
deeper into her channel. She was spread out sloppy from the margarine and 
juicy from the rhythmic plunging of penis up her shit tube. God, it was 
humiliating. Yet she couldn't do anything about it and what's more she liked 
the sex. It was rough, tough and hard all the way down to the core of her 
ass-hole. 

"Oh, fuck me! Stick that cock up my ass-hole until I choke on it," she 
sobbed as she worked her hips and clenched her anus over his probing wand. 
Sweat poured off her skin in sheets as Bert readied to dump his load. Her 
cheeks fluttered like butterfly wings, and her lungs hyperventilated. Her 
brain began to spin as she humped every last ounce of energy into their 
fucking. 

"Here it is," shouted Bert, smacking her roughly. "Take it! Take my come!" 

Heidi had come around full circle. From the beginning, she had felt nothing 
but pain. She had played Bert's game, but deep down she really didn't like 
her ass-hole being fucked. It made her feel cheap and degraded. But as his 
hot, buttery come sloshed into her hole, a brand-new sensation awakened her. 
She went from a glacier to a smoldering volcano of sex. She wanted to be 
fucked, it felt good no matter where Bert decided to stick his cock. And 
that was the most fantastic part. 

Her hips fluttered, her tummy shuddered, her guts jumped and then she 
started screaming as her cunt and her ass-hole and every nerve of her body 
screeched together in one, glorious orgasm. 

"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!!" she shouted, flipping and flopping like a landed fish. 

Bert drained his swollen cock into her milking cunt and waited for her to 
pull his wilted dick out of her crack and suckle him with her lips. 

"Just the beginning," he said crisply, his eyes glazed. "Now we're going to 
have some real fun." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The kitchen was very warm from the oven. The gas hissed loudly as Bert stood 
across from the oven and dripped with sweat. Christ, he thought, flicking 
the gas off, what am I doing? He rubbed his eyes to clear the sweat that 
beaded through down his forehead and through his brows. He was dizzy from 
the bottle of wine he had drunk and he moved with a stagger in his gait. 

"I'm losing my mind," he said weakly. In the next room, he heard Heidi 
groaning. He knew the girl well enough to realize she was at that moment 
rolling around on the living room rug with her thighs clamped together. 

He grabbed his expired cock, shaking the soft foreskin which only moments 
before had been cleaned in Heidi's eager, young mouth. 

He had to be sick in the head. It was the only explanation for treating 
Heidi like an animal. After leaving her mouth, his skin felt cold and he had 
come into the kitchen shaking uncontrollably. 

He turned on the oven. As he waited for the burner to catch, he had the 
strangest sensation to stick his head inside and breathe the gas fumes which 
smelled sweet and pleasing. He had almost done it too, except the burner 
caught, throwing out the heat like water from a bucket and he had come 
around. Bert had actually contemplated suicide; more than that, he had 
actually given it a half-ass try. Suddenly, his whole body was shaking and 
sweating; he was paralyzed with fear and for several minutes all he could do 
was to think of how crazy he felt. And how crazy the world was. 

It was Heidi's sultry voice that finally brought him around when from the 
living room she purred: "What are you doing, Bert?" Her seductive voice 
brought him around in a hurry. Suicide was a crazy trip, the ultimate trip 
and he wasn't ready for that one yet. He flipped off the oven and staggered 
back into the living room where Heidi was curled up on the sofa flipping 
through a magazine. She looked up at him with those big, liquid eyes and his 
body flushed with excitement. His mind was drifting again and he swigged 
lustfully from the second bottle of wine, letting the juice trickle from the 
corners of his mouth. The nationals were only a few hours away; the girls 
were as ready as they would ever be. He had done the best job he could, 
given it his best shot and whether he got drunk tonight or not would mean 
nothing in the outcome tomorrow. 

Heidi's incandescent eyes narrowed. "When did you start drinking wine?" 

And Bert looked at the half-finished bottle and stared up at Heidi with a 
strange puzzled look sweeping across his face and started to giggle. 

Wine. He hadn't drunk wine for years. His mind skipped back to that polluted 
shit-hole city of Saigon. It was the last place he had drunk wine because 
the local beer was so fucking bad. 

He held up the bottle and no longer felt afraid for his sanity. It was all 
part of a desperate need to relive those wild days spent in the jungles. The 
pressures of war had made him feel things with a ferocious intensity that he 
had not felt before or after the war. 

Maybe he was getting screwy like Alice Dilly's old man who had fought in 
Korea along with his dad and had got so strung out on the war trip that he 
had never come down. He had been an architect once, designing several homes 
in the Strand that were still marveled at. Now he ran a cut-rate gas station 
and drank his guts out. He was a victim of the war syndrome and as Bert 
looked at the bottle, now nearly gone, he wondered if he too were a victim. 

"What are you thinking about?" Heidi asked. 

Bert did not answer her; instead he went back to the kitchen and returned 
shortly with a can of greasy shortening. Sitting next to Heidi, he removed 
his pants and underwear and began applying the greasy substance all over her 
body. 

"Oh my goodness," she exclaimed as he lathered her breasts and belly with 
the slop. She felt a sudden chill of terror up her spine as he greased her 
thighs and dipped between her cheeks, coating her anus. Her belly tightened 
up as his fingers ran up and down her ravine, her tender, pink flesh aching 
under his insistent dabbing. Her ass-hole hadn't recovered from the surge of 
his cock a few hours before. Her tight channel ached like the devil as if it 
had been douched out with molten lead. 

"Bert, please," she said, wiggling under him. 

"It's about time we reached an understanding," he said, continuing to cover 
her skin with the shortening. The can was half emptied and had a way to go 
yet. "You talk when I say so," he said. "We had fun the last time, didn't 
we?" 

Heidi would be lying if she said different. Painful as her backside was, she 
had found anal rape to be very satisfying, even exciting towards the finish 
when his hose-like cock spurted cream into her ravage channel. She felt 
guilty about enjoying him fucking her ass-hole. It was a degrading 
experience being pushed around on the floor, forced to satisfy him and speak 
French and all the other stuff that he wanted. 

Bert continued in silence until he had covered the girl's flesh with grease. 
Then he stood back, moving his hand up and down the limber shaft, as he 
admired her gleaming skin. It was fantastic! Heidi's greased flesh shone 
like glass as every movement of her hip or breasts was reflected by the 
overhead light. He sat back on his knees, working his cock until the 
circumcised head zinged warmth back through the shaft and into his prostate 
gland. 

Heidi had no idea what he planned to do and her fear of the unknown showed: 
she clamped her butt cheeks together and stared at him with a pleading, 
frantic urgency. 

"Wha-What do you want?" Heidi asked. 

He had to laugh. Because what he wanted was not 

Heidi, but a girl back in Vietnam. He had run into her at a wild party held 
at a Tue Du Street apartment owned by a French photographer. It was a great 
party; there were ten guests and just the girl, a wild, frenetic 
nymphomaniac who didn't mind pulling a train for the men as long as each 
fucked her in a different way. 

She was a rare beauty with the sharp cheekbones and full lips of the French; 
the huge, red nipples of the Thais; and the thin, shapely legs of the 
Vietnamese. The smell of spent semen and raw sex leaked from her sensuous 
body as she lay on the Oriental rug, her hips wiggling seductively at him. 

"I'm too late," he had said, but the girl shook her head and quickly showed 
him a way to have sex that seemed so perverse and horrid that he wondered 
why it had not occurred to him before. 

Heidi had no idea what carnal pleasures he had in store for her. He let the 
sweet memories of Vietnam return to his subconscious as he turned to the 
girl, ready to stimulate her in ways the poor secretary could only imagine. 

"Those titties sure look nice with all the grease," Bert said, reaching for 
her mounds. Heidi, terrified now by the unknown, tried pulling away, but his 
hand was already upon her breast, squeezing and caressing the plum-sized 
nipples. Squeezing ever so gently so that the result was a resurgence of 
sexual excitement. 

"You scared me," said Heidi. She arched her back and let him suck on her 
nipples. Nothing turned her on faster than that. And boy, could he lick and 
suck! Heidi was almost willing to turn over on her belly and let him run his 
cock through the grease, even into her ass-hole. Almost, but not quite. 

"You want me to talk in French?" she asked. 

He nodded, never raising his face from her chest. The stirring of old 
memories, not to mention old passions and the wild, animal sensations that 
come with doing coarse, brutish things thrilled him. He felt very good, in 
fact he felt better than ever. 

He reached around and toyed with her butt, feeling her flinch against his 
caress and digging the sensation. He had gotten to the silly stewardess with 
his dick, had shocked her to the bone with his hard cock. She was a stuck-up 
bitch, a glorified waitress who at 30,000 feet thought she was a queen. But 
that was an illusion, one totally destroyed when his cock jived hot come 
into her ass-hole. 

Bert lifted his head and dragged his body on top of Heidi. Their chests and 
abdomens squished, his belly going in and out against hers, a rhythmic 
sensation that was seductive and assertive. 

Her breathing picked up as he looked into the dark pools of her eyes now 
clouded with a fearful uncertainty and whispered, "Do you want to have a few 
thrills?" 

No! I'm not, going to let him fuck me there a second time, she thought. Not 
again. But when Bert made no attempt to finger her ass-hole, Heidi took a 
long deep breath and rolled against the burly arms which held her slippery 
body in a secure grip. A smile broke at the corners of his mouth, a 
devilishly wicked smile that seemed both appealing and ominous to Heidi 
whose cunt glowed hot as a light bulb. She wiggled against Bert who got the 
message. He reached between her silken thighs-and rubbed her velvet pelt 
until the grease combined with the juice oozing from her slit. 

"Ooooo!" she gasped unable to move. Her clitoris stuck out like a tight 
diamond and his fingers rippled across the tip which electrified her twat. 
It was a sensational feeling, one that made her vibrate. 

"Are you feeling up to it?" he repeated. 

His penis was sticking out before her eyes, thick around and lightly curved 
like a banana. She watched as he jerked the shaft with his two fingers, 
pointing the wedge-shaped head at her like a cannon. 

"Oh, yessss!! " Heidi purred. It never ceased to amaze her how quickly a man 
could have an erection. "You weren't very nice to me before," she cautioned. 
"Promise you won't hurt me?" 

He nodded his head, nudging his pecker forward. Raising his leg, Bert 
slipped over on her stomach so his cock lay on her chest. He rocked gently 
back and forth, the layer of grease making a sickly sucking noise as he rode 
her belly. He pushed his shaft up along her chest which almost made him 
laugh out loud as he flickered against her tit. He reached behind into her 
quim and continued massaging her drenched fuck s lot while his cock inched 
to her mouth. 

His fingers were inside her, plying her warmth with tender, living strokes. 
Heidi humped against him; that was all she could do. Pumping rhythmically to 
drive his fingers deeper. She felt a passion deep in her cunt. She had to 
have his cock. Just had to! 

"Hurry," she gasped. "Please, hurry up. I want you. God, yes I want to suck 
you and fuck you." 

Through the valley of her breasts he lunged his cock; it pushed with a long 
fluid motion, his balls dragging along behind like a Scotty terrier as her 
mouth opened in a big joyful O shape. He slid in all hot and tingly. 

"Jesus," he whispered stroking her face. She squished underneath his flexed 
thighs like a rubber life raft, her hips pumping up and down moving his 
incensed boy in gentle love rhythms. He groaned as Heidi brought her 
wrinkled lips down on his penis. She was soft as marmalade and she did 
wonderful sucking things to the wrinkled skin surrounding his stiff fuck 
wand. The come boiled up immediately and he made no effort to stop the flow. 
Heidi was hot, anxious and eager; pumping his rocks back and forth he 
gripped her ears with his hands and when his semen welled in the tip, he 
screamed out once and shot juice down her gulping throat. 

"Hmmmmm!" he groaned. She sucked on his spurting wand with an intensity that 
surprised even him. He closed his eyes and saw the startled face of the 
secretary in Vietnam. It was a look that he would never forget. All those 
men had fucked her awesomely beautiful body and then it was his turn. He 
needed something new and different and while stripping for her, he realized 
what the special something was. 

He opened his lids and saw much to his delight, Heidi's cheeks bloated out 
with his sperm. Her throat was sucking it all down in great audible muscle 
constrictions. Fantastic! That's all he could say. Finally, his semen was 
drained and she looked at him, tired from her labors when he said: "May I?" 

Heidi was so stirred up that she could hardly control herself. He had been 
okay. Really okay! But as he withdrew his dick, limp from coming he wanted 
more. It accounted for the wild starry look in his eyes. It accounted for a 
lot of things. The raw, pungent smell of his shaft filled her nostrils. Her 
belly fluttered with excitement. Christ, she thought, understanding now what 
he wanted. He wants me to do that. Oh, wow, he wants to do that! 

Bert had a striking ability to get right to the heart of her most primitive 
needs and desires. The grease was part of it, making sex kinky as sort of a 
lead up. God, he really wanted to, she thought, her twat doing flip flops. 
And then for some unknown reason, she bobbed her head and in a surprisingly 
loud voice said, "Yes! Of course you can!" She watched his penis flopping 
around like a dead fish before her eyes. It was coming up again, his fingers 
pushing the vile-looking prick face close to her nose. The end twitched with 
anxiety as his fingers trembled in their task. 

"Yesss!" he shouted. 

Heidi looked unblinkingly into the barrel of his pecker when the first hard 
flow of urine began. "Whaaaa!! " she screamed. The aim was off and the 
yellow stream sparkled as it bounced off her face, splashing her cheeks with 
its hot steaming message of desire. The urine flowed out his cock in what 
seemed to be a never-ending supply. 

Bert was laughing like a hyena. Heidi had the same disbelieving shocked 
expression on her face as did the Eurasian that day so long ago in Vietnam. 
He worked his cock back and forth across her face like a hose. The urine 
splashed on her lips and mouth and rising up, Bert worked backwards, 
spraying her tits with the ripe nipples and her chest and finally the 
triangular thatch of cunt hair. The pee flowed in a never-ending supply. He 
straddled Heidi's twisting torso, his thighs bent slightly in a half-squat, 
his long hose-length of cock washing down her greasy body. 

"Jesus!" she gasped. The surprise had been so sudden that it became a 
perverse thrill. And the yellow deluge only nurtured the tingling of 
sensation. It screamed like a boat horn during a foggy night. 

"Aaaahhhhhh!" she gasped as his finger snapped her clitoris and his hands 
caressed her breasts. Only her lips moved as the pee splashed down her. Hot 
piss everywhere as Bert broke out laughing. He hunched down and sprayed her 
armpits. He had never felt such utter relief in his whole life. The poisons 
in his body was draining out his cock onto Heidi. The more he peed the 
better it felt. 

And Heidi was getting into the act too. "Oooooh, fuck," she moaned. She 
clung to his cock, or tried to rather, for he was slippery with pee and his 
tool kept jumping from her grasp. 

"My God that's sick," she said at last. 

"Fucking-a, if it's not," laughed Bert. His laughter came in long, excited 
bursts exploding against her ears like the report of a gun. He finished up 
emptying his bladder with a long sigh. 

"All right, get up," he ordered. 

"Oh, goodness," gasped Heidi. It was too much. She rolled off the bed, her 
skin soaked in urine, covered with grease and looked at Bert as if he were 
crazy. testis, he is crazy, she thought weaving off to the bathroom and the 
warm shower that awaited her. 

Bert in the meantime was falling back on the floor, his cock limp as a 
noodle. He was thinking of the pretty girl back in Vietnam. She had been 
eighteen years old at the time. Four years older than Heidi. 

Four years older than Alice. 

It was a nice, in between age. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

On the that same night, while Bert Anderson basked in the victory of his 
conquest, his star swimmer Alice Dilly was running down the street, half 
crazy with fear. 

Her father had tried to rape her! Even now, blocks from the house, she 
couldn't believe it. She had thrown on a pair of jeans and an old, floppy 
blouse after knocking her father unconscious with a chair and then fled out 
into the street. She would have taken the car, if only she had had the 
presence of mind to look for the keys. But she couldn't. They were in the 
front pocket of her father's trousers and just going near his prone body, 
stinking vilely of gin, sent shivers of terror racing up her spine. 

Alice leaned against a tree and caught her breath. She was far enough away 
to be safe. Even if the old man was awake and was mad enough to come looking 
for her, she could still run. Besides, he had been in terrible shape, his 
legs wobbly from all the booze, and Alice doubted that her father would be 
leaving the house. 

Alice breathed deeply, letting the cool night air fill her lungs and cleanse 
her body. My God, she had to sleep. Tomorrow was the nationals! She needed 
rest. But where? There was no way in hell that she would go home not now. 
Perhaps never! 

She thrust her hands into her pants pockets and heard the tinkle of change. 
Alice pulled out a handful of silver and rolled the coins in her hand, 
thanking her lucky stars that she wasn't stone broke. The money-a little 
over three dollars-gave her a small edge. It was not enough to stay at a 
cheap hotel, even if the Strand had cheap hotels. But it was enough to buy 
coffee all night at Bernie's twenty-four-hour cafe where she might find a 
booth and go to sleep. 

Her stomach growled at the thought of coffee. She hated the stuff but Alice 
was hungry. Her watch was back at the house but she guessed the hour was 
before midnight. The drive-in restaurant might still be open and that was 
closer than Bernie's. Lots of kids hung out at the hamburger stand and maybe 
she might spot someone she knew. Her heart beat like a hammer. There was 
hope yet. She might find a place to stay with one of the high school kids. 
It was better than going home, a prospect which made her quake in her shoes. 
Anything was better than going home! 

It was past closing time for Mel's Drive-In, but the frightened, 
pimply-faced boy who worked the night shift was afraid to close up. Nick 
Adams had cruised by half a dozen times looking for girls to pick up. Since 
he had failed to find one, Adams was angry. And he vented his hostility on 
the counter man. "You keep this place open," Adams snarled, "until I tell 
you to close." 

The counter man, whose name was Algernon, might lose his job if the boss, a 
gnarled septuagenarian named Rosebud, drove by which he occasionally did on 

Friday nights. On the other hand, he would almost certainly lose the use of 
his arm and perhaps his jaw if he didn't follow Adams' orders. Algernon 
weighed the two possibilities and decided that his two-buck-an-hour job was 
not worth it. Fuck Rosebud, he said to himself. If he fires me I can always 
collect unemployment. 

So the hamburger stand remained opened and surprisingly vacant while Adams 
circled every two minutes trying to pick up pussy. 

The Strand was quiet town which shut down at dusk, therefore, the neon-lit 
hamburger stand stood out like a beacon at midnight. Algernon propped his 
skinny six-foot-two frame into a chair and bounced an art-gum eraser off the 
Plexiglas wall when Alice's voice startled him. 

"Jesus," he said staring at the willowy blonde girl, "you scared the hell 
out of me!" 

"I'm sorry," said. Alice. "I only wanted a hamburger." Her stomach grumbled 
some more and she said, "Make that two hamburgers. Everything on them. And a 
chocolate milk shake." 

Algernon quickly took down her order, looking up to see if Adams' car had 
passed by. Since threatening him, the counter man's perspective had changed 
drastically. Now he wanted the hamburger stand to stay open because 
eventually Rosebud would drive by and then it was goodbye hamburgers and 
hello unemployment. 

But his hopes were dashed when he spotted the dark maroon convertible come 
screeching away from the stop sign and wheel into the parking lot. 

"Shit," he said under his breath. He scribbled hurriedly on the note pad, 
repeating the order to Alice then turned to the counter. "Good luck, that's 
all I can say," he mumbled, slicing the hamburger bun and filling the halves 
with relish and catsup. 

Adams recognized the girl immediately and felt his crotch grow warm and wet. 
He opened the door and strode up to the counter where Alice patiently 
waited. 

"Remember me, sweet thing," he sneered. Adams was used to shocking people; 
he expected to see Alice cringe away from him, and watched the fear mount in 
her eyes. 

He had learned from his father that women secretly like to be forced into 
sex. Fear played a key element. If you couldn't frighten the shit out of 
them, they wouldn't really enjoy it. 

So Adams, who had spent most of the night striking out with girls, was 
overjoyed when he stumbled on to Alice. He remembered the joy ride across 
the town and the tantalizing thrills of her mouth and cunt. His ears perked 
expectantly, waiting to hear the deep choking noises that struggled from the 
throats of women caught in a web of fear. 

This is what he expected. But instead Alice smiled openly and ran towards 
him, her eyes bright and merry as if she had discovered a long, lost friend. 
Atkins was startled. His mouth hung open in amazement and the girl's slim 
but strong arms gripped him around the waist as she buried her head into his 
gut. 

"Nick!" she said. "Oh, Nick!" 

She made no attempt to hide the lascivious way her tits rubbed against him. 
He felt his cock rising up in his pants and for an instant he was afraid 
that Alice might unzip him and cop his joint. Right there in public! 

"It's a little late for you to be out," he sneered, trying to regain his 
composure, ain't it, jailbait!" 

The counter boy was looking at them, a crescent smile slashing through the 
sea of pimples when Adams shot him a silent warning. The boy's smile fell 
flat and he left the hamburgers on the counter front. 

"I want to go home with you," said Alice. She dug her fingers into his belt 
loops and tugged downward. Adams was so stunned he nearly fell over. 

"You come home with me?" he warned. He didn't believe her, not for a minute. 
His old man would kick the shit out of him for shacking up with a broad. The 
old man was strict about the sanctity of the house and Adams was not about 
to challenge his dad over a woman. The old man would kick his ass from here 
to China for starters. Then he'd get mean. 

Adams tried to hide this fear under a desperate appearance of violence and 
vulgarity. His car had become his whole life. It was where he took snotty 
girls like Alice and turned them into women. But now Alice was asking the 
impossible, he was in a bind. 

Then for some unexplained reason, she reached down into his crotch and 
grabbed his dong. 

"Holy shit!" he shouted. Alice had honked him right there in the hamburger 
shop! 

"Get in the fucking car," he said dragging her away. 

"Hey your hamburgers," yelled the Algernon from the window. 

"Fuck off," snapped Adams, pulling the girl into the open car door. "Stuff 
them up your ass-hole!" 

The kid gave him a funny look, as if that's what he had in mind, when the 
car engine roared and Adams peeled away. 

He drove like a madman, the ripe smell coming from Alice's sweltering flesh 
egging him on. He felt as if a rocket had exploded in his brain. The girl, 
squirming from unbridled sexual stimulation, quivered like jell-o. He ran 
three stop signs and ended up at a small park not far from his house. He 
screeched to a halt and in what seemed the same motion advanced upon Alice. 
"Baby, you drive me up the wall," he said through clenched teeth. 

Alice said nothing. What could she say? 

He was strong and incredibly fierce. Adrenaline pumped his muscles. His nose 
twitched at the ripe smell of her cunt. He smelled her leaking juice and he 
smelled the other odors that came from her. Alice trembled in the front 
seat. Her weakness turned him on. 

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" he snapped. 

Alice only stared at him. Her heart pounded a mile a minute but it was not 
Adams that scared her. Only a few hours before her father had staggered into 
her bedroom and yanked the covers off the bed. When she had turned around, 
half asleep, his cock stood out at her like a torpedo. 

"Slut," he had said, the harsh smell of alcohol emanating from his skin. 
"I'm gonna fuck you, baby. Just like you been fucking all them studs at 
school." 

She didn't know what her father was talking about-there was no way that he 
could have found out about Adams-but she wasn't hanging around for an 
explanation. When he lunged forward, she slid under him and staggered 
against a wall. Alice was scared shitless of her father; he'd beat her 
senseless for not doing as he ordered. She grabbed the wood-frame chair and 
brought it down on his head as he rose up to grab her arm. 

The chair had smashed into splinters on impact. Her father wavered for a 
moment before his legs buckled and he fell to the floor. 

"What the hell you thinking about?" Adams snapped. He was pulling at his 
pants trying to free his cock. Women, he thought, Nobody will ever 
understand them,. His loins trembled under the heavy denim material that 
refused to open in his hands. He tugged and pulled on the zipper, grunting 
and groaning like a madman. He wanted to fuck, he wanted to be fucked and 
sucked by this fourteen-year-old cunt and he couldn't get his goddamn pants 
off! Jesus was he stupid! 

Frantically, he reached under Alice's blouse and stroked the naked breasts 
underneath. She was small but very sensuous to the touch and her nipples 
were hard as diamond points. Alice made no attempt to stop him as he thrust 
his face under the blouse and licked and sucked her tits as if they were 
ripe mangos. 

"Hmmmmmm!" she said shifting her legs. When he reached around and lifted 
Alice up by the ass, Atkins was startled to find out that underneath the 
baggy pants, Alice wore no panties. His cock shot up harder than ever. The 
pain was unbearable. He ripped frantically at the fly, his cursing turning 
into deep, chest-racking sobs as his fingers worked futilely on the fly. 

"Oh, shit," he cried. "I can't open the fucking thing." 

It was amusing only to Alice, who reached across and with a short pull undid 
his fly. Adams looked up at her in disbelief, the tears trickling down the 
hard lines in his face. No one was more vulnerable than Adams was. Or 
surprised either when Alice reached into open vent and pulled out his cock. 

His dick was hard and sleek and shimmered in the moonlight. 

Holding in him her cupped palm, Alice stroked the rippled foreskin, tending 
to the bulging veins that laced the thick length of cock. 

"Oh fuck, baby, you're too goddam much!" he shouted. 

She gripped his cock like a handle and drew him forward. His balls were big; 
like two peaches held in a wrinkled sack. She caressed his nuts, watching in 
awe as the swollen testicles rolled so easily in her hand. She bent closer 
and kissed each one, before drooping her lips over the wrinkled cockface. 

Adams was going out of his mind. His lust became the driving force behind 
his action. He pulled himself forward, amazed at the warmth and wetness of 
her mouth and gently stroked her sucking lips. 

Bliss pervaded him. He gasped deep lungfuls of air, his chest going up and 
down in a smooth, rhythmic motion and what drove him wild was that her lips 
were always there to meet his thrusts. 

Always there! 

"Good!" he moaned, deep-throating her. "like that?" He giggled at his own 
good fortune. 

His father had called him a no good, worthless shit and he nearly believed 
him. Now this wonderful girl was treating him like a nice guy. He didn't 
have to rape her-at least not again. She knew what turned a man on. 

"That's my Alice," he said, closing his eyes. Only the slurping of her mouth 
and the gentle tugging on the knobby end of his cock made him aware that he 
was not dreaming. My God, he most certainly was not! 

"Oh, yes," he moaned, his head rolling on the seat while she worked him hard 
then soft and then hard again. Her tongue did a thousand different moves at 
once; wonderful, simulating little licks and slurps that made his blood 
pound in his ears. She was the best cocksucker he had ever known. Ever! 

For several minutes, Alice administered to his cock. She forgot about the 
swim meet and concentrated on this long, flickering thing in her mouth. She 
could feel the flared end all the way into her belly. It had a raw, rubbery 
taste that felt wonderful. With every lick she gave him, it was hard as the 
dorsal side of a shark. 

"Yaaaa!" shouted Adams wrenching his tool from her mouth. "Come here!" 

Un-like his own pants, Alice's came off with no resistance. Roughly he 
pulled her legs apart. He knew no other way to fuck. Adams didn't know how 
to slip softly between her cunt folds. He had never worked his cock in and 
out of her channel to soften up her resilient pussy. He didn't even finger 
her fully so the lubricant would spray down into the soft mound that hid 
behind the few strands of blonde hair. 

Adams had never given a shit about pleasing a girl. Deep down, he thought it 
was demeaning. He thrust into the place where her slot was and for the first 
time found himself wanting a girl to enjoy sex as much as he did. He pulled 
up roughly and now his cock was twelve inches deep in her cunt. 

"AAAIIIIEEEE!! " 

His hot torch seared her cunthole and took Alice's breath away. She was 
juicy and gushy and all those wonderful things that made fucking so much 
fun. It was the second time a cock had been inside her sex sleeve, yet she 
knew immediately what was right for her. 

Adams pulled his cock out for a second and then back inside he went, jamming 
his pole halfway into her guts. Her cunt muscles retreated around him, 
spreading back like the lips of a tulip, and his balls were bouncing around 
pumping up the sperm seed. 

"Your cunt really-likes my cock, Alice," he muttered, dragging his thick 
pubic mound across her clitoris. He didn't realize how explosive that act 
felt for a woman, but then Adams did a lot sexy things he wasn't aware of. 

like grabbing her ass cheeks. He gripped her behind like a huge melon and 
then picked the whole mass of humping flesh up and fucked it. That turned 
Alice on! 

It was also wild the way he sucked her nipple until they nearly exploded and 
wiggled his cock in her cunt, touching the tight ring of muscles that made 
up her fuck hole. Alice groaned when he did these things, and when he hit 
two or three of them all at once, it was like a gun exploding in her ear. 
She reared off the seat like a mare breaking free from its owner and whirled 
her hips until Adams was screaming in her ear how much it hurt to fuck her 
that way. 

"I don't care," she replied, her body making a terrible sucking sound. "I 
don't care! Just keep fucking me." 

Damn right, thought Adams. His mouth was a smear of thick saliva which he 
wiped off with the back of his hand. She would feel him at the very tippy 
top of her womb. Nothing would stop him. He grabbed her by the thighs and 
pulled her roughly to his waist. Fingers of both hands penetrated her 
bunghole in a searing shriek of pain that rattled Alice to the very core. 
"Ohhhhh!!! Goooood!" She was screaming for more and more sex. His fingers 
slipped in with a popping sound and she felt him wiggling up her backsides 
while his cock sucked in and out of her twat. She lifted her legs upward so 
her thighs were straight out from her body. 

"In, baby, in!" Adams announced. Sweat came off his skin in sheets. It 
bathed them both in a salty, warm solution that ran down on the leather 
seats making them slick too. They tumbled together squeaking on the leather 
while his tortured cock found her juicing slit again and again and again. 
Her perfectly cupped breasts were hard as glass. Adams snapped the nipples, 
worked them with his teeth, licked them with his tongue, not missing a 
trick. He smelled her and felt her heat and now fucked her slot and fingered 
her ass-hole and humped her clitoris. 

"Aaaahhhhh!" she screamed. Alice's cunt was like a furnace; a seething pot 
of molten metal. "Jesus, what a fuck you are," she screamed to Adams 
mounting her cunt, oblivious to her wants and desires. 

He only wanted to come. To come in her cunt! His dick bobbed back and forth 
without success. Though his fuck tube was filled with seed he couldn't get 
off. Frantically he jammed his fingers into her ass-hole, grabbing hunks of 
buttocks as if they were loaves of bread. He had never done that to a woman. 
God, it was all right! He might even fuck her there too. Fuck her butt, a 
fourteen-year-old kid. Now that would be something! He humped and pumped and 
squeezed until tears flooded his dark brown eyes. 

He wan't going to get off. He could fuck any harder than now. Maybe a mouth 
job would make him spurt. He pulled out of her cunt and ran his steaming 
prick up her belly to her mouth. "Lick me!" he shouted. "Lick me! Lick me!" 

She opened up so excited she wanted to pee all over herself and received his 
pecker, sticky and gooey as a melting popsicle. 

"Good!! " 

He swayed back, feeling his thighs shudder and then his stomach tightened 
and a smile crossed his crooked teeth as he charged forward in her mouth. 
Sinking in soft and deep, the huge cock head spit out its white, oozing 
fluid. "Aaaahhhhh!" he cried as sperm rocketed her puffed-up cheeks, sending 
Alice flying against the door. "Goooood!! " 

He squeezed on his balls and milked his cock inside her, using her lips to 
take all his come. He panted like a frenzied dog, but over the throbbing of 
his pounding heart, he could hear the deep moaning noise coming from Alice's 
chest. Deep, sucking sounds; the urgent cooing of lovers united, of love and 
joy and happiness. 

His dick dripped sperm in her face. Alice was fantastic! Nick Adams felt 
meek and mild as she sucked and rubbed and squished her fanny against his 
digging fingers. He didn't leave her mouth until his dick drooped all limp 
and loose as a week-old enchilada. 

"Ohhhhh wonderful!" she gasped, sensing a new and different kind of orgasm. 
Even her juicy pussy was convulsed with this stirring thrill. She fucked and 
fucked and fucked until her body collapsed in a heap and she fell back 
sweaty and exhausted. 

She groaned as Adams removed his dick and started rubbing her cunt once 
more. It seemed an eternity since she had run away from her father. The meet 
was tomorrow but so what. There was a national swim meet every fucking year. 
And what was so great about swimming anyway. She turned to Adams whose 
hulking body was flopped against the front seat, twisted up like a run-over 
dog in the road and she said "I need a place to stay." 

Adams crooked his neck and stared down his sweating body along his flat 
belly and the matted thatch of pubic hair into Alice's blue eyes. She 
couldn't stay at his house, not even in the garage. His father had wired the 
goddamn place in case burglars broke in to steal tools from his workshop. 
And sneaking her into the house was out of the question. So she couldn't 
stay with him. And he felt like a heel if he left her out in the freezing 
night air, considering how good she had been to him. Then suddenly, as he 
lay there, and as Alice toyed with his spermy pubic hair, Adams got an idea. 
And he knew it would work. 

"You know the coach," he began. "I bet he'd put you up. He'd have to. I mean 
the last thing in the world he wants if for you to lose." 

Alice was crestfallen, but there was no stopping Adams, not after he had 
fired up the convertible and was roaring off for Bert Anderson's house. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

When Buck Dilly woke up the room was pitch-dark and his head throbbed like 
an open wound. He groaned and rolled over, hitting his head on the broken 
chair leg, and yelped with pain. The room spun crazily before his eyes. The 
bedroom light cast a garish glow in the small bedroom. The bed covers were 
pulled back and his daughter's clothes were thrown about. 

"My head," Buck moaned. He put his hand over a rising knot at the back of 
his skull and staggered painfully to the bathroom. From the medicine cabinet 
he grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured it full strength on his 
head. "Holy shit!" he screamed as little threads of pain shot down through 
his scalp. 

He put the bottle down and looked in the mirror. His face looked like hell. 
Two deep trenches cut diagonal lines across his cheeks, making his nose pop 
out like an oversized strawberry. The deep furled brows hid his black eyes. 
Dilly was forty-seven years old and he looked twice that now. 

Slowly his memory returned. In a few hours the booze would wear off and he 
would remember this terrible moment. But right that instant he was mad-crazy 
mad. His eyes refused to focus. He felt as if his head were sliced down the 
middle and then was slammed back together in a not-quite perfect fit. He had 
to get moving, thought Buck. He had to find the girl. 

In a few minutes he was dressed and stumbling out the door. He had been 
knocked out for about an hour. There were no cops around so his daughter had 
not reported him. He stepped out into the chilly night air and balled his 
fists, the knuckles straining. He took a few shots from the whiskey flask 
and felt lightning explode at the back of his head. He cursed Alice for 
bopping him one. 

"That cunt," he said, getting into the car. Somewhere out in the night was 
his daughter. The buses didn't run and unless she got lucky hitch-hiking, 
Alice was roaming around. And if she were still in town, he would find her. 
"The stupid cunt," he snorted taking a hit of tequila. "I'll teach the broad 
a thing or two." 

It was close to three in the morning, when the car drove by the hamburger 
stand. Algernon, hoping now that the owner would come by and fire him was 
frustrated. It was three hours past closing time, and still the owner had 
not come by. Maybe he wouldn't come by, a possibility that depressed him. He 
was all pumped up to lose his job. Tomorrow he might not be so brave. His 
hopes brightened when the headlights across the street came swerving towards 
him. Rosebud, thought Algernon, but when the blue sedan roared into the 
driveway, he hopes for an unemployment check faded quickly. 

Algernon stuck his head out the window and said to the driver "Sorry, bub. 
We're closed." He gave a painful smile and a effeminate wave of his hand. 
The driver didn't look amused. He got out of the car and strode to the 
pick-up window. 

"If you're closed, why are all the lights on?" he asked. 

"It's private," replied Algernon, then pointed to the closed sign on the 
window. Next to it was a small notice giving the restaurant hours. "Sorry I 
can't help you." 

It was then that Buck Dilly reached through the window and grabbed the 
counter boy by the neck. He shook him like a farmer shakes a goose. He 
pulled his wallet out for the startled young man and shoved his daughter's 
picture before his bug eyes. 

"This girl was walking around here tonight," said Dilly. "You're the only 
place that's open. Now tell me where is she?" 

He tightened his fingers gradually until Algernon's tongue was hanging down 
around his chin and then he let go. The color returned to Algernon's pimply 
cheeks. He remembered the girl all right. She had ordered the hamburgers and 
then left with Nick Adams leaving Algernon, literally, holding the bag. 

"Who are you?" Algernon asked. 

"I'm the son-of-a-bitch that's going to kill you unless I get an answer 
right this moment!" shouted Dilly. He drew himself up, his chest getting 
bigger and bigger until it seemed to Algernon that this crazy bastard 
standing in front of the counter might just be loco enough to jump through 
the window. In which case Algernon was dead. He knew that and because he was 
scared shitless, he told Dilly about the girl and Nick 

Adams. 

"Here's the bag she left," Algernon answered weakly. "I didn't touch it." 

Dilly grabbed it and balled the contents into a mush ball and threw it on 
the ground. "Thanks kid," he said coolly, releasing his grip. Algernon fell 
quietly to the floor as Dilly got back into his car and gunned the engine. 

Nick Adams, he thought. From his memory came a weak, pulsating signal. It 
was hard to make out because of the booze and the slug on his head. Years 
ago, before his mind had been rotted by alcohol he had sold a small 
cottage-like house designed by himself to a man named Nick Adams. As Dilly 
remembered him, Adams was a red faced, beer drinking shrimper who had fallen 
into a wad of money and on impulse had bought the house. The guy was much 
too old to match the description that the pimply faced kid had given him. 
But, but maybe he had a son. "Fuck it," said Dilly wrenching the steering 
wheel. It was past three in the morning, but he'd pay the bastard a visit 
anyway. At least it was a lead. He went looking for a telephone book. 

While Dilly was screeching car tires, Alice stood trembling on the front 
steps of Bert Anderson's expansive home. It was a beautiful place and only 
after seeing the house, and the lovely well tended front lawn did she 
remember that Bert's family had been quite wealthy. She rang the doorbell 
twice. The lights were on in the backroom, Alice felt foolish standing on 
his doorstep in the middle of the night looking for a place to stay. 

Nick had told her not to worry, that the coach would be more than willing to 
bed down his star swimmer. Especially, once he knew the facts about her 
father and why she could not go home. More importantly, Bert would take her 
in so that she would do well in the nationals. 

"I don't think he's getting up," she said. 

Nick shook his head. "Keep trying," he said. "I know'll he get up." 

Sure enough, by the third ring, they could hear footsteps coming towards the 
door. "Who the fuck is it?" snapped a curt voice. It was Bert Anderson's 
voice. There was no mistaking it. It sounded like a fog horn blaring in the 
night. 

Alice took a deep breath and said "It's me coach." 

"What!" 

The front light flooded the flagstone porch and the heavy oak door flung 
open. Bert Anderson was stark naked except for a hasty towel thrown around 
his middle. His eyes were blood shot and his speech slightly slurred from 
the wine. 

Nick sniffed the air. Judging by the smell, he guessed the coach had had one 
hell of a good time. He smelled sweet and pungent as Alice's cunt. Bert's 
chest shone in the light and Algernon wondered if that was a layer of 
grease. He decided not to ask. 

"I need a place to stay," Alice said, lowering her head. She felt like such 
a heel imposing upon Bert this way. She tightened her throat and then told 
him in a halting cadence about her father and why she couldn't return that 
night. 

Nick Adams watched Bert's haggard face break into a smile. The coach would 
take her in. The girl was in trouble and needed help. Bert's expression did 
not reflect that sort of goodwill and understanding. Instead, he looked 
greedy as a hungry bear crossing the path of a stranded deer. 

"Stay! You need a place," boomed Bert. "Sure, why not. Oh God I can't 
believe it. But by all means come on in. You're free to stay." 

As Alice walked in Nick Adams was about to change his mind and risk taking 
the girl back to his house and confronting the old man. But he didn't have 
time. Because the minute Alice crossed the thresh hold, Bert smiled politely 
at Nick and thanked him for his help. 

Then slammed the door in his face. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"I don't think that's right," said Alice referring to the terribly way Bert 
treated Nick Adams. At least he could have asked Nick in for a drink. After 
all the boy had saved her from a terrible night. 

Going back to her father was such a repulsive thought that Alice suddenly 
felt weak and slumped down on the divan. 

"Are you all right?" Bert asked, crouching down next to the skinny little 
girl. Alice looked drawn and bloodless. She turned to him and nodded that 
she was okay and Bert felt the tension knot easing in the pit of his 
stomach. He rose shakily to his feet and wandered out to the kitchen to fix 
the girl a cup of hot chocolate. 

Once in the kitchen, his composure went to hell and Bert Anderson was again 
shaking uncontrollably. He wanted to fuck Alice Dilly badly. Even after the 
hours of exquisite lovemaking with Heidi, he wanted to strip the clothes off 
his prized swimmer and feel his dick sliding once and for all up into her 
pussy. He remembered Heidi's sweet young lips sucking his hot cock into her 
mouth. And there was no argument that could dissuade him. He had to have 
her. And what better opportunity than right now in the privacy of his own 
house? 

Putting his hand on the kitchen counter, Bert figured the possible 
consequences. Her father might be out looking for her right now. Either that 
or have the police after her. He knew it was a risky proposition. The last 
thing he wanted was cops busting in the house and catching him with twelve 
inches of hard meat shoved into a fourteen year-old, runaway girl's cunt! 
Shit! He'd get twenty years. 

So Bert reached for the wine bottle and it was empty. His nerves needed 
something to calm them down and he opened the cabinet and pulled down the 
twenty year-old scotch his mother had given him for winning the Olympic gold 
medal. Jesus, that was over a decade ago he thought uncapping the bottle. 
The scotch was smooth as well water going down his throat and in three gulps 
he managed to drink half the fifth. 

That sent him straight! 

Bert reeled out into the living room with a cup of hot chocolate Alice sat 
on the sofa, her face drawn with fatigue and unhappiness. "You shouldn't 
have been rude to Nick," she pouted. 

The hot chocolate shook in his hand spilling on the saucer as he sat down 
next to Alice. It was a perverted and dangerous thing to touch this girl. 
Dangerous yet ... worth the effort! 

"Why do you want Nick," he asked, his voice slowly rising. "There must be 
some reason." 

" "He was nice to me," Alice answered truthfully. And it was true. 

"Oh," said Bert. "How was he good to you." He smiled secretly knowing how 
rude he was being, but not caring anymore as the scotch bolstered his 
bravery. "Was he nice by sticking a hand between your legs and rubbing your 
pussy?" 

"Bert!" She felt her throat catch and almost choked. How did he know that? 
she thought. She blushed crimson red and crossed her legs awkwardly trying 
to hide her face. 

Bert was so excited his cock almost leaped through his open fly. So she had 
been fucking the silly bastard! That's why Alice looked so tired and acted 
so embarrassed. He could thank that overgrown slob for making it easier for 
him. 

Without another word, Bert reached around her shoulder and pulled her close 
to his chest while he came forward and darted his tongue down her throat. 
Alice was surprised by his advance and she reacted by working her lips 
around his tongue sucking on him. Bert reached under her thigh and in a tug 
had her pants open and in another yank had her pussy naked to his exploring 
hand. 

"Oh don't," sobbed Alice. "It's dirty. Nasty! We shouldn't be doing it, 
Bert. Please don't." 

He pulled away from Alice though he kept his palm on her pussy working the 
soft hairless mound with his fingers. 

"Dirty as hell," he grinned. "But you didn't object to Nick Adams getting 
into your pants, did you?" 

"Well that was different," she responded. "He came to my rescue." 

"And I haven't?" he said. 

Alice felt caught in a trap. "This is different," she said. "Besides, you're 
old enough to be my father." 

The last few words came out in a whisper. Because Bert's finger trailed up 
from her excited cunt lips and drew a glistening line of cunt juice up 
between her ass cheeks and stopped only when his finger was pressing against 
the tight knot of ass muscle. 

"So why does that have to ruin us?" 

Alice's voice cracked and her ass wiggled as she said, "Don't touch me 
there! That's ... bad!" 

Then Bert used a trick that an old whore had told him about. "Why don't you 
stick your finger there. It wouldn't hurt." He bent over and pointed his 
butt cheeks at her. "Go ahead stick your finger up my ASSHOLE!" 

Alice gasped with horror. She squirmed around feeling her bunghole get all 
loose and squishy and she knew-just knew!-she couldn't do that. 

Bert just laughed. Alice didn't want to because deep she wanted to feel his 
finger cruising up her butt. Alice would never admit as much but in short 
time he would have her on the floor moaning and humping like Heidi. 

He turned around and looked into the girl's frightened eyes and carefully 
slipped his hands under her ass cheeks and drew the trembling teenager close 
to him. Again his finger went between her skinny butt cheeks and disappeared 
into her butt hole. First his fingernail was gone. And when she did not 
protest, he pushed ahead deeper into her butt. The second knuckle 
disappeared and it seemed that Alice's butt was grinding and chewing on his 
wiggling finger with wild abandoned. 

"That's gooood!" she said, surprised at herself. She lifted her ass for his 
finger and Bert jerked it in and out and Alice moaned and groaned some more. 
She pushed her butt back and forth making no effort to conceal her pleasure 
at the throbbing sensation in her rectum. "That's wonderful," she said after 
her tight sphincter had mushed out and he was slipping in and out easily. 

Bert wiggled his cock and brought her hands over the flickering crown. She 
immediately went to work frigging the hard, supple shaft while he tended to 
her ass-hole. His balls bounced up and down as she pulled on the wrinkled 
skin and after they had curled up and gotten to know each other he inserted 
a second finger into her channel. 

"Aaaaahhhhhaaaa!" she moaned. She never realized until this moment that her 
butt could stretch out so wide. She humped back and forth using her ass-hole 
as a second cunt. Something was happening inside her ass-hole that was 
exciting her cunt. She felt the thick, hot lubricant rushing out of her slit 
to grease her hot little twat. 

"Say that's goood," she said honestly. "Sooooo gooood!" And Bert was digging 
it too. "Grind against me, baby. That's it keep that butt of yours moving. 
Fuck it, fuck my fingers!" 

If Alice got turned so soon, there was no telling where it could lead. Her 
body jerked back and forth as her channel got smaller and smaller. Suddenly, 
her jerking thrusts become convulsive, like flesh flinching on the tip of an 
electric charge. Bert felt it, laughed like crazy, and brought his mouth 
down on her twat mound. 

"Yaaaaa!!!" Alice shouted. It was all she could do. Drilling her rectum was 
the most exciting thing to happen to her. And his tongue! Oh, my God his 
tongue against her cunt! The lights in the room seemed to blink on and off 
as his fingers made deep sucking noises in Alice's ass-hole. 

She fucked and fucked and fucked and when her body could no longer move and 
every muscle was worn to a frazzle Bert popped from her butt and softly 
stroked the distended clitoris. 

"Ohhhhh, please!" she moaned, unable to drag his hand from her mound. Her 
butt was so big that she licked her lips wondering what Bert had in store 
for her, now that she was worn out and defenseless. God, she just didn't 
believe that so much joy could be taken from rubbing her butt hole. So much 
joy! 

She buried her face in his arms and collapsed in a heap while Bert calmly 
clutched her breast in one hand and pulled on the whiskey with the other. 
Instinctively, she let her dripping wet mouth surround his rigid cock. The 
tip was so thick and hard that she wondered if it would go into cunt. It was 
twice as big as his two fingers and thick as a baseball bat. She fondled his 
balls just like she did Nick's and found that the effect was the same for 
both men. Bert groaned loudly and rolled his head back and forth dribbling 
scotch down his chest. The booze made him dizzy and closing his eyes he had 
a dream: thousands of little Vietnamese were crawling all over his body 
licking and sucking every inch of his cock and balls and ass-hole and feet. 
They kept sucking him until his hot cream exploded from the end of his prick 
and then they swallowed his ejaculation and kept sucking licking. When he 
opened his eyes, the little Vietnamese disappeared, but Alice was still 
glued onto his cock, her lips still working their warm magic against his 
fuck pole. 

He shivered slightly feeling cold in the early morning air. Somewhere 
upstairs Heidi was fast asleep. It seemed a waste not to have her down here 
so he could fondle her big boobs and round, seductive ass and firm, fuzzy 
cunt. He looked at the mop of hair sprouting from his crotch and wondered if 
Alice would like seeing Heidi. 

Without bothering to rise, he turned his head in the direction of the 
stairway and shouted "Hey, Heidi get your ass out of bed!" 

Upstairs, he heard the rustle of bedding and the deep sonorous voice of 
Heidi. She was half asleep, but she was still his girl. In a few minutes, he 
heard the paddling of feet on the stairway and when she reached the bottom 
of the stairs, her voice rose in deep indignation. 

"Who is that?" Heidi demanded. It didn't matter who belonged to the white, 
creamy butt hunched on the couch. It was a girl, she was naked, and her face 
was buried in Bert's crotch. Heidi found her knees were shaking and for the 
first time she thought that 

Bert might throw her out. She was mad enough to kill. She looked at Alice's 
swaying butt and wanted to take a baton and ram it up her ass. "Well!" Heidi 
demanded. 

Alice brought her head up at the sound of Heidi's voice. The older woman 
stood naked, her breasts swaying slightly with anger. Alice's eyes were 
glued to Heidi's crotch which was covered by a fluffy, golden rug of pubic 
hair . It was beautifully luxuriant and Alice felt very small and puny 
because her twat was nearly bald. 

The tension was heavy enough to feel. If Bert had not intervened when he 
did, Heidi might have killed Alice. 

"Okay, girls," he said, upset that the warmth around his dick was gone. He 
knew how to get it back, plus have a few more thrills along the way. 

He introduced the two girls. Both girls tracked his cock with their eyes and 
it felt good to have so much attention. His rod flashed silvery in the dim 
light and turning to the girls he jerked the glans several times. 

"Heidi," he began, "I want you and Alice to get to know each other better." 

Heidi stared at Alice murderously. She wanted to take the skinny bitch and 
lynch her right then. Instead, Bert brought the two together and made them 
kiss. 

Alice didn't understand and feeling another woman's warm, wet lips surprised 
her. It didn't feel like anything. Just a moist mouth, something like her 
own. 

"Now," he said, "you've kissed and made up. I want you two to really share 
together." 

From under the couch he brought a funny instrument. It looked like a baton 
only with a long, thin cord attached to it. It was a nifty device from the 
Orient which he had brought down to use on Heidi, but had failed to get 
around to. 

"Heidi, get down on all fours," he instructed, petting the stewardess on the 
thigh. "Now, Alice, come here and take this." 

Alice didn't know that the instrument was an electric dildo capable of 
sending a thousand volts of electricity shooting out the end. But that was 
all right. 

Bert would show her how to use it. And everything would be fine after that. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Buck Dilly wheeled his battered sedan down the lonely streets of the Strand 
looking for the old Colonial home that once belonged to Admiral Anderson and 
was now occupied by that son-of-a-bitch son of his, Bert. 

It was almost four in the morning and the booze circulating in his arteries 
was taking its toll. He cursed under his breath, gripping the steering wheel 
and blinking hard at the road ahead illuminated by the cars headlights. 

He would kill the daughter of his. The sneaky, little cunt running away from 
home. He swallowed hard wishing that he had brought the second hip flask 
along with him. His hunch had paid off; there was only one Nick Adams in the 
Strand and he was a big son-of-a-bitch who damn near took his head off! What 
a temper! Buck chuckled because old man Adams was peeved and would wring his 
stupid son's neck. 

Unfortunately, the kid wasn't home and neither was his daughter. Which left 
him flat out in the cold without a lead. Where did he go from here? Buck 
didn't have the answer. Nick Adams had a convertible and could be anywhere 
by now. Hell, he could be halfway to Nevada with big plans to marry Alice 
for all he knew. And the catch was, Buck couldn't lift a finger against 
Nick, couldn't call the cops-nothing because his fourteen year old swimming 
queen might blow the whistle on him. Damn! He felt mad enough to kill! 

Dill turned away from Adam's house and circled back to the hamburger stand. 
There was always the chance that Nick Adams might come back and pick up the 
burgers after fucking his daughter. A very slim chance. So he was very 
surprised to see the maroon convertible parked at the hamburger stand and 
the lanky, figure of Nick Adams Jr. slumped at the counter jaw boning with 
the pimply faced kid. A light went on in the back of his brain and he swung 
the car through the driveway up over the curb and straight at Nick Adams. 

When Adams turned around, he saw the chrome plated grill of a late model 
sedan coming straight at his mid-section. He froze in place and started to 
scream. So did Algernon behind the counter. The high pitched wail of their 
two voices was drown out, by the screech of brakes as the two tons of metal 
came to a halt inches from them. 

Buck was out of the car and had a hand full of Nick Adams coat before the 
kid could pass out. He slammed Adams against the Plexiglas bubble covering 
the hamburger stand and kneed him in the balls. Adams drooped in his hands 
like an old dishrag. 

"I'm Buck Dilly and you've got my daughter," he shouted. "Now where is she?" 
Adams' dilated eyes stared at the gleaming bumper and imagined how horrible 
the pain would be when it made contact with his puny body. His bones and 
flesh would be plastered all over Mel's hamburger stand and it would take 
weeks to pick up all his remains and put them in a plastic body bag. He 
suddenly felt sick to his stomach, his nuts screaming with pain and he 
looked up at Buck and decided to talk before his life was snuffed out. 

Buck had listened, then dropped the kid and went back to his car. "Hey, 
ass-hole," he yelled at the pimply kid whose face shrieked with fright. "If 
you call the cops, I'll be back." 

Algernon who only waited around so he'd get fired and be eligible for 
unemployment, nodded his head. "No cops. I didn't see a thing." 

"Good," Buck replied simply "Very good." Then he backed out, wheeling the 
car into the street and took off with a screech of burning tire rubber. 

Buck had known the Admiral and had done some landscaping work for the old 
fart, but it had been years ago and now he couldn't find the house. He drove 
down one block, crossed over a street and down the next. Every street looked 
familiar, but locating the house was something else. It was like a vivid 
dream whose details receded into a blur upon waking. It had been years since 
Buck had been in the neighborhood. Once he had considered buying a house in 
the area and he had made it a point to go door to door introducing himself 
to his prospective neighbors. Then he had hit the bottle, his architect's 
job went out the window and he had moved into the tiny, joint where he 
currently lived. Now those great, big, old two-story, neo-colonial brick 
homes seemed foreign, almost hostile to him. 

Buck had gone from being a prospective neighbor to a foreigner. He had to be 
careful or someone might spot his car cruising slowly down the tree shaded 
street and call the cops. 

He rounded another block and cruised close to the curb. Suddenly, he stopped 
and looked. A two story house with wood siding and a shake roof caught his 
eye. Except for the brick chimney and the ornate shutters at the windows, it 
appeared no different from the other places he had seen. Then he eyed the 
Juniper tree at the side of the house and his heart missed a beat. Buck knew 
the house all right because he had planted that tree along with the green 
ivy shrubs and the Japanese rock garden on each side of the flagstone 
walkway. He pulled up quietly, turned off the engine and quietly opened the 
door. There were owls hooting from their perch in the Juniper. He walked 
low, breathing hard through his mouth, staying on the soft grass as he 
approached the house. 

It was the house all right. He knew that for certain. Then he heard the girl 
screaming inside and followed by the reckless laughter of his daughter. 

His dick went hard. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Bert jerked his eyes open and rubbed his sweating hands together. Heidi was 
furious at him. She rubbed her cunt and glared at Alice who held the dildo 
in her hand and wondered what the hell was going on. All Alice wanted was 
some sleep and a little understanding. Obviously, she had come to the wrong 
place for both. 

"What do you want?" snapped Heidi, crossing her legs and hiding her velvet 
pelt from Alice's curious stare. "You think because I love you that you have 
license to twirl me on your finger?" She pointed her finger at the hose 
length dildo. "You think I'm dumb? You think I don't know what the goddam 
thing is used for." 

"Well, I don't," said Alice honestly. And then she almost had an orgasm when 
Heidi told her what men did with dildos. She shook her head in disbelief. 
"That's awful." 

Bert Anderson, his speech slurred from the scotch fell back on the couch. 
Only his raised cock showed the girls that his strength was not completely 
dissipated. "There are many things you don't know, Alice," he said, rubbing 
his foreskin. "Which is why Heidi is here. She's very knowledgeable about 
such things." He grabbed the dildo from Alice's hand and held the rubbery 
shaft next to his. It was about the same diameter as his cock, but the dildo 
was a good six inches longer. The flared end looked like a cobra's head and 
the shaft was loose and limber. 

Heidi stared and slowly a blush began to cover her pouting face. A hurried 
bath had left her skin soft and clean, smelling faintly of lilac scented 
soap. Her ass-hole and cunt hole had been rubbed with a skin conditioners so 
she would not wake up feeling raw from all the fucking that night. Bert 
wagged the dick under her nose and it was amazing to watch the stewardess 
shrink away from the rubbery cock. 

Heidi blushed everywhere, her face turning a bright crimson. Her bare 
breasts, her delightful cunt, her ass-hole and her mouth all seemed to 
flutter. 

It took no imagination to figure out what Bert had in mind. Obviously he 
wanted to try the dildo out on her pussy. Which was all right with her 
because Heidi loved him. But she wasn't sure about Alice. The sniveling 
bitch should have her throat ripped out. Instead Alice had the dildo. And 
that upset Heidi. 

The more she looked the more afraid Heidi became. "That son of a bitch," she 
muttered. "That huge dong will rip my pussy in two ... Doesn't he know 
that?" 

"Well come on, Alice," said Bert. He was wide awake sitting between the two 
girls. His cock had never been harder. He could barely wait to stick her and 
turn on the electricity. He had seen the dildo in operation once on a small 
Chinese girl in Hong Kong. It had picked her up and thrown her across the 
room. Jesus was that a jolt for that slant eyed cunt. 

Actually, he didn't care which girl got the dick first. Because his plan was 
to use it on both of them, figuring that once stimulated they would go at 
each other like sex crazed maniacs. 

"Heidi," said Bert, rubbing the curved buttocks that bent towards him. 

Heidi was frightened to the bone. She felt tears well in her eyes and 
wondered how she ever let herself get mixed up with this crazy, perverted 
bastard in the first place. It was awful! Absolutely terrible. "Bert, I 
don't think I can," she whispered. She wagged her butt for approval. "I 
really think I can't." 

"Goddam if you can't," yelled Bert, clutching the woman's constricted 
throat. "You can and you will!" 

He jerked her across his knees and whacked her fanny like he would spank a 
child for being bad. Heidi cried and flailed her feet, but couldn't stop his 
open palm from whacking her butt. 

Alice watched growing increasing unnerved by Bert's erratic behavior. Why he 
was treating this grown woman like a child! Bert moved the dildo between 
Heidi's legs and suddenly the stewardess stopped crying. The knotty end was 
going up and down her the inside of her thigh while Bert whispered something 
in Heidi's ear to make her laugh. 

"Well?" he asked. 

"okay," answered Heidi, giggling. The sight frightened Alice even more than 
the spanking. Now the two seemed to be conspiring against her. She felt very 
small and helpless sitting in the house with them. 

Alice was aware of the dildo's enormous size. It was longer than Nick's 
cock, maybe twice as long. Her cunt hole ached just thinking about taking 
the fuck tube up her twat. 

"Come over here Alice," said Bert. "Take the wand and help Heidi." 

Alice didn't want to, but she didn't have any choice. Bert would surely get 
mad if she defied him, and when Bert was mad he was dangerous as hell to be 
around. 

"I'm sorry, dear," said Heidi, rising up into a dog position, all fours 
resting on the couch. She spread her thighs out and formed a V for the girl 
to look through. Alice saw the pink colored ass-hole staring back at her and 
just below, in the fringe of dense pubic hair was the outline of her fuck 
slit. Alice pressed Heidi's ham size butt cheeks against her chest and then, 
reaching down into her furry pelt began feeding the dildo into her slot. 

"Hmmmmm!" Heidi groaned. It felt no different than a cock, a good sized cock 
at that, but the shaft kept going in. And in! And in!! Her pussy stretched 
to the breaking point and beyond and Heidi loved it. She humped her butt and 
tooks some more up her twat and groaned. It was big and exciting. She 
stretched her thighs so her cunt formed a sleeve to take the rubber pipe 
deeper into her womb. She moved her thighs up and hunched back against 
Alice, gasping as the dildo wiggled in the center of her guts; gasping and 
nearly having an orgasm! 

"Ohhhhhh!" cried Heidi, straining her vagina. The girl was being reamed and 
dildo fucked by an amateur, and a girl at that. "Please," she cried, "Help 
me! Fuck me!" 

Alice was frightened and she looked up for guidance at Bert who sat at the 
end of the couch nodding. She gripped the baton and pulled it out several 
inches and then slid the sticky fuck stick back in. The effect on Heidi was 
startling. Her belly quivered under the sharp attack and goose bumps spread 
quickly across her flesh. The entire sleeve of her cunt was fill with 
throbbing, beating sexual energy. Even Alice was turned on! Holding the cock 
in her hands made her feel strong. Now that the skin was slippery with pussy 
juice, the fuck stick moved quickly in and out under her guidance. "Look at 
her," she thought as Heidi groaned and begged for sex. "Rutting like a bitch 
in heat." 

And it was fabulous. And Bert let it continue until Heidi had come once very 
hard against the dildo before he rose from the couch. "Heidi," he said to 
her, "this is something you won't ever forget." Then pushing Alice away, he 
grabbed the dildo and worked it hard until the stewardess begged him not to 
stop. Heidi was in a hypersexual state, her cunt was inflamed by the 
powerful organ. She would do anything to keep the tool inside her, anything 
to keep her orgasm glowing like a candle in her womb. Anything, anything at 
all! She panted like a dog, wagging her parted butt at him devilishly. "It's 
good," she whimpered, her sexual flames locked at her reamed cunt channel. 

Bert was awkward with the wand, but he could feel her channel getting all 
ripe and soft. He had never used the artificial cock, but there was a first 
time for everything. He took the wires trailing from the handle and plugged 
the device into the wall. He placed a thumb on the toggle switch and then 
plunged into her cunt hole with a flurry of strokes. 

"Ohhhh wonderful!" screamed a joyous Heidi. She squatted down on the cock, 
gripping it with her cunt lips so all eighteen inches was held securely in 
her slit. 

"Well, what the hell," said Bert. He snapped on the switch. 

Heidi's body surged off the couch like a rocket and it took Bert's 
lightning-fast reflexes to grab her legs and hold her so the electric dong 
could do its thing. The dildo erupted in her channel sending electric sparks 
shooting up and down her spinal column. It did not vibrate; it exploded! 
Heidi's mind went blank and her body shook with one spasm after another. 

Alice was so surprised by Heidi's reaction that she peed on herself! Right 
there on the couch. "Whaaaa!" Alice screamed holding her ears trying to 
block the heavy, gurgling noises coming from Heidi's throat. It was an 
inhuman sound; a shrieking, horrible noise. 

Heidi stretched out straight for several seconds and then she lurched away, 
squeezing her butt cheeks together. Heidi felt full of flame and sensation. 
Her womb had clamped down on the dildo and squeezed on its electric, 
pulsating side. She couldn't talk, could barely think. The dildo was doing 
that for her. She felt the tingling run up and down her legs, through her 
chest and out her tits. It was a wild, explosive sensation; a sudden charge 
of energy like a flashbulb going off in her cunt. The excitement of sex 
flooded her poor twisted hulk. Her cunt wouldn't let go, even now as she 
shook back and forth, her teeth chattering wildly. 

Bert should have turned off the fuck stick right then. But he was possessed 
by its awesome power and plunged the dildo in and out of Heidi's womb. Cunt 
juice spurted from her slit so he could work the device even though her 
clutching cunt muscles. 

"You see," said Bert, grabbing his dong in all the excitement and pushing 
over to Alice to suck it. "This is a thrill!" 

Alice grabbed for Bert and finding his knotty cock slipped her mouth over 
the end. Almost immediately, Bert ejaculated. She sucked down the sperm, 
deep-throating his cock with surprising excitement. 

His dick was wonderful in her mouth. Heidi was about to topple over with 
exhaustion when Bert snapped the switch off. "Quite something," Bert said 
smiling. 

Heidi was too tired to answer. The plan had been to work her cunt and then 
turn on Alice and shove the dildo up the girl's ass-hole and see how it 
worked. Heidi couldn't go on. She could hardly lift a finger much less the 
cock. Sweat poured off her skin in sheets. The fatty part of her thighs 
quivered with relief. Her cunt hole was constricting back to normal size and 
the fires were for the moment quenched in her fuck tube. 

She looked into Bert's steely eyed gaze and recognized the madness that 
lurked behind them. She had to get out of that house in a hurry. 

"Aren't you going to help, Alice," he said. 

"I can't move," she insisted. "I can't fucking move." She tried to rise then 
slumped against the couch and fell to the floor exhausted. Her tits drooped 
on each side of her chest like squashed melons. 

Alice saw Heidi and then looked at Bert. Sperm dripped from her lower lip, 
but she couldn't help that now. Her body was salty with sweat, but she 
couldn't help that either. Somehow, she had to get out of the house. 

like Heidi, Alice recognized the wild look of madness. Maybe if I fuck him, 
she thought, he'll forget about that dildo. God, that was a terrible thing 
to do to any woman, even Heidi who had wanted to kick the shit out of her. 

Getting on her knees, she raised Bert's floppy cock and teased the knurled 
ring of circumcised flesh around the crown. He flickered, but not very much, 
and Alice felt her heart sink. I've got to arouse him, I've just got to. 

She had tried everything. Then an idea popped into her mind that gave her 
hope. She crawled under Bert and slid a hand between his ass cheeks. 

Bert was annoyed first at the girl squirming away from him. Then fear shook 
him to the core and he looked around for the dildo. It was laying next to 
him and he breathed easier, for a second, he had the wild idea that Alice 
was going to use the dildo on him! 

Then there was something warm and wet on his rear and he felt a sensuous 
spasm run up his spine. Alice's tiny fingers griped his buttocks and her 
tongue was buried between his rump cheeks licking his ass-hole. 

He could hear her slurping away; her eager, inexperienced mouth sucking on 
his butt hole with an intensity that excited him. 

"Wow!" he gasped with a groan. Then his dick rose suddenly up in front of 
him and Bert was filled with the desire to fuck again. 

Fuck Alice! 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

The front door was locked. He couldn't get it opened and he was afraid to 
disturb the occupants inside. A light shone through the curtains, but he 
could see nothing, not even shadows. And the windows were locked tight. 

Another shriek came through the thick wooden door. It was an ungodly noise 
that shook him right down to his shoes. The bastards, thought Buck Dilly, 
clenching his fists. If he could just get close enough to get his big hands 
around that punk's neck he'd be happy. His hands still had strength and he 
could squeeze Bert Anderson's fat neck until the fucker's eyeballs rolled in 
their sockets. 

He looked around then remembered the Juniper tree he had planted. That was a 
decade ago, but the tree had been a bastard to plant. The old Admiral didn't 
have many years left and he wanted a full size Jumiper to look at. A light 
went on inside his skull and he quickly scurried to the tree which had 
caused him so much agony. The branches lifted high up to the roof-right up 
to the window. Buck hadn't climbed a tree since childhood, but he did now, 
shinnying up the bark until his fingers could latch onto a branch. His 
strong hands gripped tightly and with all the strength he could muster, Buck 
pulled himself into the tree crotch. His heart pounded a mile a minute, but 
he was safe. He fought his way through the tangle of leaves, edging 
carefully up the main branch until his hand touched the window sill. His ass 
would be in as ling if someone was asleep inside. It might get him killed. 
Then he heard another scream downstairs which he recognized as his own 
daughter's and he said to hell with caution and tried the window. 

Luckily, it was open. And luckier, no one was in the bedroom when he climbed 
in and lumbered onto the unmade bed. 

"That bastard," Buck repeated, "I'll kill him." 

The footsteps coming up the stairs cut him short. Who was that? Bert 
Anderson? The blood pounded so hard in his ears it sounded like an ocean. He 
couldn't be sure, except that the padding of feet was coming his way. 

Hiding behind the door, he crouched, holding his breath as the door slowly 
opened. He saw the hall light glint off the figure of a tall, slender person 
and he had just a split second to react. Buck came charging out, fist drawn 
back and slugged Heidi square on the chin sending the blonde down to the 
floor with hardly a sound. 

"Holy shit!" Buck exclaimed seeing that his victim was actually a comely and 
well proportioned blonde. The smell rising from her cunt was strong and 
earthy, a fragrance that excited Buck, made his balls yearn for hot and 
heavy sex. And she just lay there, like a wilted statue for goodness sakes. 
He opened the door and followed the noises coming from downstairs. Buck 
heard a slurping sound then a sagging noise of flesh kneading flesh. 
Cautiously, he descended the carpeted stairs, his nerves strung tied as cat 
gut. He hadn't forgotten the Olympic medal and the Silver Star that Anderson 
had won. The guy had balls, real balls, and in a fair fight Buck would get 
his ass creamed. 

He was careful and the tension balled inside his gut felt big as a 
watermelon, but he had to keep going. Just had to. The sounds of his 
daughter grew louder. He knew what they were, nobody had to tell Buck Dilly 
what a woman in the throes of passion sounded like. Jesus, his cock was big 
as a banana and he hurt so fucking bad creeping one step at a time. On the 
landing his blood pressure shot up so high it felt like his head would come 
off. But he kept going. In the hallway, he saw the fighting staff, the type 
used by the warriors in Kung Fu movies and he grabbed it and turned the 
corner just in time to see Bert Anderson plunge his dick into his daughter's 
wet, willing pussy. 

"Aaaaaahhhh!" she cried out. 

The sound of her voice made him want to puke. He bit down on his teeth and 
tasted his own blood as his belly fought to vomit. He approached closer and 
closer, the staff over his head. And then Alice raised her head and saw him 
and Bert was turning around. Shit, he could see the surprised look on the 
coach's face and there was only one move to make. One quick one and Buck 
lunged forward bringing the staff down with a crunch against Bert's head. 

Anderson, slumped sideways and fell to the floor unconscious. Now only his 
daughter was left. Her nude, pubescent body was covered with sweat. It 
dripped from her forehead down to her shoulder and through the valley of her 
small breasts. It continued gathering force until a rivulet of sweat 
trickled through her cunt slit where the sweat was joined by fresh semen. 

"Daddy," she said exhausted, almost beyond pain and surprise. 

And Buck was close to exhaustion to. He stood holding the club and then 
seeing that Bert was knocked colder than a clam, he dropped it and 
approached his daughter. 

God, what are you going to do? He thought. He touched her neck and Alice 
pulled away. So he slapped her hard across the cheek and that brought the 
little cunt around. He thirsted for some tequila. God, a king's ransom for 
some of the stuff. 

"Bitch!" he shouted. He pulled viciously at her hair as he pulled off his 
pants, exposing his rigid cock to her surprised face. Alice was horrified. 
She trembled like a leaf in his grip and tears welled in her eyes. Yet she 
could not stop looking at his monstrous tool. It was awesomely big and it 
belong to her father. 

HER FATHER! 

"Touch it," he shouted to Alice. "Touch with your lips," From deep inside, 
Alice felt something overpowering, a force that pushed her onward. She 
brought her face closer and closer. She reached him and stopped. The smell 
of raw, gamy sex emanated from the glans. Her tongue flickered out touching 
the underside of his cock. 

"Lick it," he shouted. "Lick me!" And then Alice was touching her father, 
licking his cock. Revolting as the thought was, she enjoyed it. 

She felt warm and wet and wonderful sucking his cock. Buck smiled to 
himself. If anyone had told him that someday he would be standing before his 
daughter getting ready to fuck her cutie pie cunt, he would of laughed. But 
here he was thrusting bestially into her face, humping back and forth so she 
tasted his twelve inches of hard meat. 

If she had stopped, Buck would have beaten her silly and then raped her. His 
balls were moving up and down and the sperm was already pumping into his 
cock. He looked at Alice's young breasts and pudgy cunt and for the first 
time realized how beautiful she really was. The nipples were big around as 
thimbles which made her smallish tits all the more sensuous. 

"Come on, suck daddy," he whispered as Alice's lips went slack. "It's all 
right. Nobody but us will know." And he held her face firmly in his hands 
and gently worked into her throat until she was sucking with her lips and 
tongue. It made a nice, squishy sound. Half scared, she reached for the 
soft, flabby sack which held her father's nuts and rolled the oblong balls 
in her hands. Oh, she knew it was wrong, but her father was so big and 
strong and she had to do what he said. And deep down, she knew that it would 
be all right. 

Her lips curled around his cock like a snake and her fingers felt up his 
balls and he was humping his sex into her face. Buck groaned and desperately 
wanted to pull out before it was too late and he spermed her face. Abruptly 
he pulled up with his cock dragging from the sloppy O shape of her mouth and 
dragged down through her breasts to the fertile mound rising between her 
thighs. He reached quickly and rubbed her cunt felling the surge of his 
daughter's thighs. Feeling and liking it because Alice was hot. Hot enough 
to fuck her very own father! 

'Oh my!! " she gasped. She saw his muscles bunch and tighten then there was 
a groan as her father buried himself inside her vagina, the big cock 
tickling the insides of her womb. 

Alice went crazy after that. She dug her sharp finger nails into his 
muscular back and dragged downwards leaving a trail of thin red lines. Her 
hips convulsed against her father's driving cock. She hugged him close and 
rubbed her excited nipples against his hairy chest. It was marvelous that 
hairy chest of daddy's! 

The great stirring of sex rippled up and down her body in one continuous 
rhythm. Alice looked down and saw her daddy's prick all wet and shiny with 
cunt juice, moving in and out of her twat. She realized that getting fucked 
by her father had to be the most exciting thing a woman could do. "Oh," she 
groaned as the orgasm slowly built up inside her womb. Her cunt seemed to 
grow bigger and bigger with every thrust. He was a monster with her. Instead 
of fucking with the quick, steady strokes her father pounded her slit like 
it were fresh meat from the butcher. He fed dick into his little girl and 
grabbed her close turning her body into a wiggling knot of nerves. 

There was urgency in her actions, a blind acceptance of her father's 
supremacy that sprung from a deep spot in her brain. He hugged her body with 
his own. His thick, hard cock surged into the soft sleeve of her cunt 
leaving a wake of happiness behind. 

Alice felt him in her tits, in her cunt and in her ass-hole all at once. She 
arched her back to receive him more fully. My God, the man was sensational! 
He did things with that rubbery sheathed cock of his that make the other two 
men seem puny. 

"Ohhhh!! " she gasped, hugging his sagging gut. "Ohhh!! " 

Buck thought his daughter was sensational. He pulled on her ass cheeks and 
found her more than willing to respond. She squirmed her hot fluid sex all 
over him, moving this way and that as his balls banded against the sluicing 
doors of her cunt. 

When he could hold back no longer, Buck almost wept. Never had he enjoyed 
sex so much before. He looked up into Alice's teary blue eyes and said, 
"Here it comes, baby!! " Then he roared back his hips and thundered into her 
tight little hole spraying his milky seed all the way into her womb. Spurt 
after spurt flooded her greedy vagina. The walls of her love channel 
collapsed around his pole and soon she too was climaxing. She felt the great 
stirrings of manhood empty into her cunt. 

"Whaaa!" she screamed, closing her eyes as more juice passed through her. It 
was wonderful, the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to a 
daughter. As of that moment, she was saying good-bye to girlhood and hello 
to womanhood. 

"I just want to make you happy," she said once all his seed rested 
comfortably inside her cup-shaped cunt. It was a corny thing to say, but 
Buck was deeply touched by her sincerity. He lifted his drooping cock to her 
trembling lips and asked his daughter to lick off the fresh semen. 

She did gladly. Her young mouth went right around the wrinkled old cock head 
and licked and sucked until every drop of sperm lay in her belly. After she 
was finished, Alice looked down at the crumpled body of her swimming coach. 

"Is he all right?" she asked innocently. 

"Yeah, I didn't hit him too hard," said Buck, putting a hand on her arm. 
"Now let's go home. You've got a big meet tomorrow." 

And they got dressed and slipped away in the early morning hours, hand in 
hand. 

The proud father and his daughter. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Dear Darlene, I guess you know about the nationals. Sorry that I broke your 
old record. I know how much it meant to you. Daddy says not to worry that he 
still loves you. And it's only a swimming record. Someone else will come 
along and break it, so no use getting upset. 

Daddy has quit drinking (Thank God!) and is so happy with my performance 
that he is taking me on a fishing trip in the mountains. Dad is a good sport 
and I've grown very close to him in the last few days. 

Remember my old swimming coach Bert Anderson? He's quit the Strand swim club 
and has run off with some stewardess. He was never happy as a coach and I 
wish him the best. 

This is all for now. Do write. I feel really good for the first time in my 
life. I guess it's Daddy. He's really changed since he quit the booze. 

What I needed all along was a little reassurance from dad. You know, he can 
be the best guy in the whole world! 

See Ya, Alice. 


THE END
