YH-157  Ravished And Loving It
[aka 'The Ravished Teenager']
(Fred DeCampo)


INTRODUCTION 

The attraction between teenage girls and older men is one of the most 
complex and enduring problems facing modern society. On one hand, there is 
certainly a strong argument that such liaisons should never take place. 
Teenagers and adults are rarely compatible emotionally or intellectually or 
experientially. The basis of the relationships are usually unsavory, in that 
the man is looking for a mindless sexual slave while the woman is seeking a 
father figure, and nine times out of ten both parties are left miserable as 
a result. On the other hand, such liaisons do take place, and with 
surprising frequency. Teenage girls are reputed to be more mature than their 
male counterparts; they are naturally attracted to an older man's 
sophistication and charm. Likewise, older men are more than eager to reward 
these attentions. A young girl is more attractive physically than a forty 
year old woman. She is also less demanding, less questioning and much easier 
to please. It is, as many a man has said, 'like taking candy from a baby.' 

In this novel David Harper attempts to explore this fascinating sociological 
problem Our central character is Jennifer. Jennifer is sixteen, pretty, 
wholesome and typically naive. She was raised to be sexually chaste and has 
not yet been tempted to sacrifice her virginity. But Aaron Red-field is an 
urbane and sophisticated man, and by the end of the novel Jennifer finds 
herself experiencing sexual relations not only with him but with his 
28-year-old cousin as well. Aaron is obviously an amoral seducer of women, 
and Harper readily admits that he finds Aaron's actions utterly deplorable. 
But Harper also admits that his central character is not saddened by the 
seduction. To the contrary, she takes great pleasure in their sexual 
relations; she is happy in Aaron's wing and hopes that he will continue to 
have her in the future. 

In a sense, it is this innocent, genuine reaction to a jaded, shrewd 
seduction that constitutes the heart of this epidemic problem. Such 
Spring-Autumn romances have flourished for centuries, and Harper does not 
hope that his novel will alleviate the situation. He does hope, however, 
that his writing might aid his reader in reaching a better understanding of 
it. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

It was, she thought, an unusually quiet night. So far she'd only been there 
for a few days, and she knew she couldn't really tell, but even so: 
everything seemed so still. The fields beyond the house were absolutely 
silent. Occasionally a breeze would waft through the tall rows of wheat and 
corn, but that was all; there was no sign of crickets, or frogs, or any of 
the number of buzzing insects she had already come to associate with the 
country. Beyond the fields, way way off in the distance, there was the 
semi-circle of barren tan hills that separated their valley from the next 
one to the south. The hills were marked with cliffs and crevices and jagged 
slides, and in the past two days she had almost been kept awake by the loud 
roar of the wind rushing through them. But the wind was gone now, and the 
only thing she could hear was the imaginary but incessant sound of the space 
beyond, the sound she always heard when she looked at the bright stars and 
the wan face of the moon. The sound was to her very much like the sound of 
the sea, and she'd been hearing it for as long as she could remember. She 
knew it didn't actually exist--stars did not make noise; it was 
impossible--but that had never stopped her from hearing it all the same. 

"Oh my," Jennifer sighed softly. For a few moments longer she continued to 
lean out the open window of her second story bedroom, staring out at the 
countryside and feeling completely content for the first time all day. Then 
the sounds she had missed suddenly arrived. The wind came in over the 
southern hills, and a second after she heard it she also felt it; it passed 
through the window like a frightened burglar, running madly around the walls 
and making her milk white skin goose-bump under the sheer thigh-length 
nightie she was wearing. Jennifer shut the window as quickly as she could 
and turned to flick on the light. Then she about-faced and stood for a few 
seconds appraising the room, admiring its spaciousness and its old 
fashioned, expensive furnishings and the two regal, firm double beds that 
stood in the center. Double beds, she reminded herself, not singles. The 
past few days were the only time in her life she had slept in a double bed, 
and it still struck her as ironic that she had earned the privilege by being 
convicted for a crime. Actually it wasn't ironic at all; it was absurd. When 
the judge had sentenced her to six months in a halfway house a week before 
she had been close to tears; that night in her cell she had been kept awake 
with horrible visions of ghetto tenements and crime hardened teenagers and 
sadistic guards who beat inmates for the smallest infraction. But the 
Redfield House wasn't like that at all. That was the funny part, Jennifer 
thought; it was the nicest place she'd ever been in her life. 

"Oh my, " Jennifer repeated. She shook her head and half-smiled and looked 
at the solid mahogany grandfather clock in the corner of the room. It was 
still only ten o'clock. She knew she had to awaken at six in the morning for 
chores, just as Aaron and Kenneth and Lisa did, but in spite of the day's 
hard work she still didn't feel like sleeping. For a moment Jennifer didn't 
know what to do. Then she remembered her most prized and secret possession, 
and she turned back to the door. She locked and bolted it and took a minute 
to scurry a little fearfully around the room, closing shades and checking 
closets and doing everything she could to insure that she was absolutely 
alone and undisturbed. Finally she padded across the thick Oriental carpet 
to the bed. She lifted the edge of the mattress, thrust her hand under it 
and withdrew a battered, innocent looking cardboard box. Then she smoothed 
out the covers, and sat on the bed. She placed the box on her slender, bare 
thighs, glanced quickly to either side (as if someone had somehow managed to 
sneak through the walls while she wasn't looking) and lifted off the top. 
Inside the box was a thick, lavishly bound book with a padded leather cover 
and an inlaid gold inscription. 

Her diary. Jennifer looked at the book and smiled, remembering all the 
things she had had to go through in order to keep it. Since her arrest for 
shoplifting only a month ago she had lost just about every possession she 
had. Her grandfather, the only adult who had cared for her since her 
parent's death, was now in a convalescent home; Jennifer knew that he would 
probably be dead by the time she had a chance to visit him. Her valuables 
and most of her clothing had been impounded by the police, and when she had 
come up for sentencing it had been discovered that most of them had 
miraculously disappeared. The only thing she had to her name was a few pair 
of jeans, some T-shirts and underwear and a couple of sweaters. She had even 
lost her teddy bear and her dolls; she'd had them since her girlhood, but 
evidently that didn't make any difference to whichever guard had decided to 
steal them. But it didn't really matter. The only two important things she 
had were her grandfather and her diary, and at least she'd been able to keep 
one of them. In retrospect she could hardly understand how she'd been able 
to retain it at all. Her conviction for shoplifting had been her first 
exposure to the seamier side of life, and she hadn't understood a thing 
about prison machinations or politics or bribery; it seemed incredible to 
her that she had been at all effective in stumbling along so naively after 
the one valuable thing she had left. But she had somehow succeeded. The 
diary was the most important thing she owned. She'd been writing in it 
regularly since she was a little girl, long before her parents had died in 
the auto crash and her whole life had changed so suddenly; its pages 
contained everything about her, the record of her whole character. And she 
still had it, right here, in front of her now. 

And now she hardly knew where to begin. Jennifer looked at the ornate 
leather cover and bit her lip anxiously; somehow it always seemed terribly 
significant to her which page she decided to look at first. Finally she 
decided to turn to January 18, one of the most important days of her life. 
She opened the book and skimmed hurriedly through the pages, taking care not 
to look at her painfully young, innocent handwriting in the early entries, 
when she was only eight and nine and ten years old. By accident she happened 
to come across February 20, four years ago, and Jennifer closed her eyes. 
That was two days before the crash that took her parents life; it still made 
her eyes water to think of her entry on the twenty-third, when a bewildered 
twelve-year-old girl had tried to explain to herself that she would never 
see her mother or father again. Jennifer took a hunk of pages between her 
fingers and flipped them over; she decided it would be safer to turn from 
the end of the book backwards. Finally she came to January 18. That was the 
day she decided to steal the coat. 

To steal the coat. Jennifer stared at the page for a moment, then closed her 
eyes and let her mind wander back to that horrible, fateful brave day that, 
impossibly, was less than six weeks in her past. Everything seemed different 
now, but she knew she would never forget every detail of the way it was. It 
had been the coldest winter their city had ever had. By that time she had 
been living with her grandfather for almost four years. It had been lonely 
at first, without her parents, but she had adjusted to it, just as she had 
adjusted to the impoverished life in the walk-up apartment that was the only 
thing her grandfather could afford on his pension. For a while she had even 
been happy. Her grandfather was already seventy-eight when she had moved in 
with him, but even though he was retired he was very robust and active for 
all his years. Actually he'd made a very good parent; Jennifer could hardly 
remember all the happy times they'd had walking through the park or taking 
the bus to the zoo, him telling stories from the early part of the century 
and her walking by his side, smiling and laughing at every joke he told. 
Then four years had gone by, and the difference between her grandfather at 
78 and 82 was dramatic and pitiful. All at once he developed arthritis and 
rheumatism and the gout; by the time he was 80 their after school walks were 
a thing of the past. Whereas he had once waited on her hand and foot, more 
and more the 13 and 14,15 and 16-year-old Jennifer had found herself 
attending to his needs--doing simple things, helping him out of bed and 
feeding him when he couldn't move his hands, things that were so basic and 
essential that it embarrassed her that a person she loved would need help 
with them at all. By the time winter had struck, only three months ago, 
their life together had reached a point of crisis. The things they could buy 
on his pension had dwindled into nothingness; inflation had taken a heavy 
toll, and the company he had worked for had refused to increase his 
payments. The cold was simply miserable, all the time; at night the 
temperature dropped well below zero, and the ineffective central heating of 
the cheap building couldn't stop the gusts of icy wind that poured through 
the cracks in the walls. Her grandfather was cold all the time. He covered 
himself in blankets and sat next to the heater, but it wasn't enough. 

So Jennifer had decided, on January 18, less than six weeks ago, to steal a 
heavy winter coat she had seen in the window of a department store downtown. 
She had told her diary about it that evening, and she had attempted the 
theft a few weeks later. In retrospect Jennifer knew she did not regret the 
attempt at all. It would have been different if her motives had been selfish 
or mercenary, but they couldn't have been more honorable. Even the judge had 
admitted that, as stern as he was. No; her only regret was that the attempt 
had not been successful. They'd caught her on her way out of the clothing 
department. She must not have been a very good thief, considering that she 
hadn't even made the door. 

Naturally her whole life had changed after that. The police arrested her and 
took her to the juvenile ward of the city jail. She was assigned a probation 
officer, and as soon as Mr. Gregg learned of her causes and living situation 
actions were taken immediately. Within the space of two days her grandfather 
was removed from the apartment and assigned to a convalescent home; that was 
supposed to be a charitable act, and her grandfather had hardly protested, 
but Jennifer knew that he would certainly perish in that antiseptic, morbid 
atmosphere. Her own belongings were removed from the apartment, impounded at 
the station and, subsequently, stolen except for her diary and her few 
articles of clothing. Jennifer spent one night in the transient juvenile 
ward. The next day she was taken to juvenile hall, and for three miserable 
weeks before her trial she kept company with teenage prostitutes, thieves, 
murderers and all manner of criminals. Then the day of her trial had come. 
The judge had listened to her case, rapped his gavel and assigned her to six 
months in a halfway house out in the country. There--here--she was to study, 
perform routine household chores around the farm and, in the words of the 
court, "live in a healthy, rehabilitative atmosphere conducive to 
self-actualization and growth." When her six months was up she could choose 
to be assigned to a foster home back in the city... or, if she chose and the 
Redfields were agreeable, she could remain on the farm. When the judge had 
offered her the second alternative Jennifer almost gasped in disbelief. The 
idea of a halfway house was foreign to her, and she had been unable to 
imagine that it was anything good if living there was to be her punishment. 
When he had seen her expression the judge had only smiled sympathetically. 
The Redfield House, he had explained, was easily and by far the best halfway 
house in the state. The only reason he had assigned her there was because of 
the rather virtuous nature of her crime; it would not, he assured her, be 
very bad at all. 

And he'd been right; it really wasn't. Jennifer closed her diary, replaced 
the top and put the book back under the mattress. For a few seconds she 
wasn't sure what to do. She lifted her head and gazed steadily around the 
room she shared with Lisa, the only other resident, and as she appraised its 
lavish furnishings she again felt bewildered and confused by all the 
incredible things that had happened to her. It was all so overwhelming... as 
Jennifer considered them she almost felt her head spin, and for the first 
time she realized she was a little bit sleepy. Standing up from the bed, she 
reached across the mattress and pulled down the covers. The sheets were soft 
and white and warm to her touch; they were made of the finest cotton, and 
like every other piece of linen in the house they had just been washed. 
Jennifer smoothed the nightie over her naked, voluptuous body and climbed 
between the sheets. She pulled them up to her neck and for a moment closed 
her eyes, smiling as she savored the warmth of the blankets and the quilt 
and the room itself, so beautiful and protected from the savage country 
winds. Then she reached to the night stand and flicked off the light, 
nestled comfortably into the mattress and made a pleasant, unhurried effort 
to fall asleep. 

Yes, it certainly was not that bad a place, Jennifer thought dreamily. 
Actually when she'd first seen it she'd hardly been able to believe her 
eyes. The Redfield House wasn't a house at all; it was a mansion, and 
certainly one of the most splendid mansions she'd ever imagined. Sprawling, 
three stories, Victorian styled, surrounded by the small, easily tilled 
fields of a country gentleman, with an astonishingly beautiful garden in the 
back, miles and miles from the nearest small town... when Jennifer had seen 
it from the back seat of the probation officer's car she'd wondered if she'd 
gone to sleep and awakened to find herself the new Queen of England. She 
must have made a gasping sound from the back seat, because the probation 
officer had turned to look at her. When their eyes met he'd had the same 
bemused, sympathetic expression that the judge had. It was as if they'd all 
been playing some wonderful joke on her, promising her nothing and rewarding 
her finally with all the splendors life had. 

The best part, of course, was that her first impressions hadn't really been 
misleading. As soon as Jennifer had met the men who were to be her 
supervisors she'd known that her six months at Redfield House wouldn't be 
unpleasant at all. Aaron Redfield, the owner, was one of the most handsome 
and sophisticated human beings she'd ever met. In appearance he almost 
resembled a young Cary Grant: tall, solidly muscular body, close cropped 
brown hair, maybe 35 years old and the sort of urbane, humorous yet 
masculine face that a girl's dreams were made of. His manners were flawless, 
his wit was fantastic and his personal background was unimpeachable: after 
talking with him a little while Jennifer had learned that he wasn't running 
the mansion/halfway house for money at all. Rather, he'd made his fortune in 
the stock market years ago; this was only something he was doing because it 
wasn't too hard and, in his own words, it "served the human race." Aaron's 
cousin Kenneth was no less a gentleman. He was younger than Aaron, perhaps 
28 or so, and handsome in a different way: his tall, slender figure, longish 
brown hair and boyish expression bespoke a fresh, youthful charm that his 
own sense of humor did nothing to undermine. The two of them were amongst 
the nicest men Jennifer had ever met. At least they certainly seemed that 
way, and in the three days she'd been on the 'farm' (that was Andy's 
expression) Jennifer had been given nothing to dispel that impression. 

Likewise, the only other 'resident' on the farm wasn't a bad sort either. 
Her name was Lisa. She was about Jennifer's age, sixteen or seventeen, and 
almost as pretty: her long, thick black hair, wide eyed beauty and petitely 
voluptuous body gave one the impression of a young Elizabeth Taylor. Lisa's 
crime had not been as righteously inspired as Jennifer's; she'd been 
convicted of joyriding in a stolen car with her then boyfriend. But it had 
been her first offence, and the most important thing was that she'd been 
convicted of it years ago. Lisa's term of punishment had long since expired, 
and she had evidently chosen to stay on with Aaron and Kenneth as her foster 
parents. That had seemingly been a wise choice, because the three of them 
appeared to get along splendidly. Kenneth and Aaron treated her with all the 
love and affection they might bestow upon their own daughter, and it was 
obvious just from looking at Lisa's eyes that their attentions were 
certainly reciprocated. 

So everything was just about perfect then. Jennifer closed her eyes and 
smiled pleasurable, thinking about the sudden, unexpected happiness of her 
life. Her six months on the farm wouldn't be bad at all. During the days she 
had chores and schoolwork; the chores weren't bad-pleasant, athletic work in 
the fields--and the schoolwork was whatever she was interested in in the 
Redfield's vast library. In the evenings she could watch television or read 
or socialize in the congenial company of Aaron and Kenneth and Lisa. Her six 
months would be up before she knew it. If her grandfather was still alive 
Lisa knew that she would go back and live with him. If he wasn't... well, 
that would be terrible, but Jennifer knew she could make worse choices than 
following in Lisa's footsteps and staying on at the farm. It would be a good 
home for her. She would have no trouble passing her high school 
accreditation test--she was aware of how bright she was--and Aaron had 
already offered to help her work her way through college. She could 
undoubtedly do a lot worse. 

Still, Jennifer knew that there were a few things that bothered her. As she 
considered the only imperfections in the beauty of Redfield House her pretty 
blue eyes narrowed worriedly, and she sat up in bed. There were 
inconsistencies, she thought. They weren't anything wrong, they weren't 
anything to worry about, maybe she shouldn't be worried at all. But there 
were... inconsistencies. She couldn't figure them out, and they bothered 
her. 

What, for instance, did Aaron and Kenneth and Lisa do sometimes? Jennifer 
frowned and tossed briefly in bed, trying to discern the answer to the 
riddle. Sometimes the three of them simply disappeared. It had only happened 
a few times, but when it did they would be gone for an hour or more at a 
time. And she wouldn't be able to find them at all. The first time it had 
happened Jennifer had scoured the house for over a half hour. Then the three 
of them had appeared abruptly, seemingly from nowhere. When Lisa had been 
asked about it she had been evasive. What were they doing together? Jennifer 
couldn't help wondering if it was something they didn't want her to know 
about, something they were doing behind her back And where was Lisa right 
now? Jennifer turned in bed and frowned at the empty space on her roommate's 
mattress. It was now close to eleven o'clock at night. Lisa had to get up at 
six in the morning too, the same as she did; did she think she could get by 
with so little sleep? And what was she doing, anyhow? She wasn't watching 
television; Jennifer knew she would have heard a whisper of the set from 
downstairs. And she probably wasn't reading, either, because by her own 
admission she didn't like books. So what was she doing? 

It just didn't make sense. Jennifer frowned and turned in bed and stared 
thoughtfully at the dim outline of the far wall through the pervading 
darkness. For an instant it occurred to her that Lisa might be having sex 
with one of the Redfields. Immediately her pretty face contorted in a 
grimace, and she shook her head in an effort to clear away the thought. That 
was horrible, she thought; she felt ashamed of herself for even thinking of 
such a thing. Still, Jennifer understood her own reasons for being worried. 
She herself was an extremely desirable girl. She had reached puberty 
prematurely--at the age of ten--and by the time she was twelve she had 
sprouted a body that men admired with open lust on the street. Jennifer 
looked down at the abundant curves of her voluptuous figure, apparent even 
through the blankets, and smiled a little embarassedly. She certainly did 
have a body, all right, she thought. Her breasts were large and firm and 
perfectly formed, capped by silver dollar sized aureolas and prominent 
nipples that were obvious even through a brassiere. Her waist was slender, 
her hips were girlishly lithe, her legs were as long and tapering and 
perfectly formed. The combination of her body and long blonde hair and 
wide-eyed, soft cheeked face made her very desirable to men. Jennifer had 
been aware of it for a long time, and for just as long it had disturbed her. 
She didn't want to be seduced or raped. As a matter of fact, when she had 
first learned that Aaron was only operating the halfway house for altruistic 
reasons she had suspected his motives; perhaps, she had thought, he would 
attempt to seduce her? Fortunately, neither he not Kenneth had regarded her 
with anything more than paternal affection. 

Oh, well, Jennifer thought. She smiled confusedly, turned on her side and 
nestled her head in the softness of the pillow. It was getting pretty late; 
she had to be fresh for the chores tomorrow, and she had plenty of time to 
think about these things later. Lisa's true reason for being on the farm, 
Aaron's true reason for operating it, their true relationship... it all 
sounded a lot like a soap opera. Jennifer smiled at herself; she was sure 
her suspicions were completely unfounded. And besides, it didn't really 
matter what she thought. Jennifer closed her eyes and settled into the 
mattress, preparing to sleep. No, she didn't know where Lisa was now, or 
what Aaron and Kenneth and Lisa did when they disappeared. But she was going 
to be on their farm six long months. She was bound to find out, sooner or 
later. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"That's good, Lisa," Aaron said softly. "Mmmmm. That's really good." He ran 
his fingers through her thick black hair and tightened them gently around 
her skull, slightly redirecting the motions of her head. "Do it a little bit 
harder, won't you dear?" 

"Whatever you say, darling," Lisa mewled huskily. She lifted her head and 
smiled at him mischievously. Her soft sixteen year old cheeks were permeated 
with a light, girlishly pink flush, and her full brown eyes sparkled with 
arousal. Aaron returned her glance, and for a second the two simply looked 
at each other secretively. Then Lisa returned her attention to the stiff 
shaft of his blood engorged member. She lowered her head and clasped her 
pouting lips wetly around the blue veined stalk, laving her tongue around 
the bulbous, spongy flesh between his thighs and clasped the hairy sac of 
his testicles, warmly gripping his bloated balls. Her left hand encircled 
the base of his meaty erection and stroked it stiffly in unison with the 
rhythm of her sucking. For half a minute or so the naked young girl 
continued to devote her attention to the mushroom shaped head of his prick; 
she writhed her head around it and sucked it avidly, leaving the thick shaft 
to be titillated by her hand. Then she lowered her head further into his 
loins. She took his cock into her mouth until half of it was buried down her 
throat. Immediately she puckered her cheeks in and out to increase the 
suction, sucking his bloated organ as hard as she could "Ahhhhhhhh," Aaron 
sighed. He dug his fingers needfully into Lisa's dark hair, relaxed on the 
sofa and closed his eyes. It was so good, he thought dreamily; it felt so 
incredibly good. It was now a little bit after eleven o'clock in the 
evening. There wasn't a sound in the house, and Aaron was sure that 
Jennifer--his latest prey--was fast asleep in the bedroom; Kenneth, who was 
busy with some things in the basement, would be joining them shortly. In 
spite of his arousal Aaron couldn't help hoping it would be soon; he didn't 
know how much more of this he could take. Lisa had been sucking his cock for 
over an hour. She had already made him cum three times, and each time the 
orgasm had been even more devastating than the last; the load of his sperm 
had literally gushed from his twitching cock in a torrent, filling Lisa's 
insatiable lips completely and then spurting luridly onto her neck and 
cheeks and chin. Aaron felt exhausted. As Lisa continued to work over his 
massive erection he could feel his testicles aching painfully from their 
labors, as if they were simply unable to give up another droplet of seminal 
fluid. But Aaron knew that Lisa's expert fellation would get more than a few 
drops out of him. Tonight she seemed insatiable. An hour ago she had started 
on him when they were both fully dressed and Aaron was working on some 
papers at his desk. Now they were both naked, and Aaron was sitting 
splay-legged on the sofa of his downstairs study. Lisa was kneeling between 
his thighs, sucking and licking and gulping at his meaty erection like a 
hungry animal. Past the thick curls of her raven hair he could see the long 
expanse of her bare back and the plump, peach shaped cheeks of her buttocks. 
They were wriggling salaciously even as she blew him; she was obviously 
extremely horny tonight, even more so than was usual, for a normally healthy 
sixteen year old girl, horny for as much of his throbbing penis as she could 
possibly get. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, Aaron," Lisa mewled. "Cum in my mouth, lover; I want to taste 
it!" Lisa withdrew the pulsing length of his engorged member from her 
pouting lips and regarded it lustfully. Then she tightened her grip around 
it and began to stroke it almost violently with her hand, as if she were 
trying to forcibly milk his creamy white semen out of him. 

"Uuuunngggh! Lisa, god damn it, not so hard!" Aaron muttered. He winced and 
slapped her hand away from his prick. Then he put his fingers in her hair 
and gently redirected her head back to his loins. "Go easy on me, will you? 
You'll get what you want pretty soon!" 

"Awww, Aaron," Lisa whimpered girlishly. She let her hand be pushed away and 
returned her attentions to the blow job. This time she concentrated again on 
the spongy flesh of his cock head, laving her tongue eagerly around its 
bulbous shape and clamping her lips wetly around the aching stalk. "Aww 
Aaron, I love to suck your cock so much," she murmured lasciviously. "It 
tastes so good, and it's so big and hard! Ummmmmmm... awww, come in my mouth 
Aaron! I want to taste it!" 

"Oh, Jesus!" Aaron muttered. He winced with his agonizing desire and rolled 
his head senselessly back and forth across his broad shoulders. Lisa's 
sucking was incredibly voracious. He could feel her lips pulling hungrily at 
the blue veined shaft of his stiffened member, tugging and milking and 
sucking at his dick with as much force as she could possibly muster. In a 
way it was almost painful, but in spite of that Aaron had to smile. Lisa had 
been at Redfield House since shortly after her fourteenth birthday. Her 
offense had been joyriding in a stolen car with an adolescent boyfriend, but 
that meant nothing to Aaron now and it had meant even less to him then; the 
only thing he'd ever thought about as far as she was concerned was her body. 
He had had that in less than two weeks after her arrival. Kenneth had 
seduced her first, and then Aaron had followed; within three weeks both of 
them were fucking her regularly on a daily basis. It had been two years 
since, but neither of them had ever tired of her, and Aaron doubted they 
would in the near future. Two years was a long time. Day after day of 
fucking and sucking and every other imaginable form of sex; Lisa was very 
well trained. 

I mean, look at her! Aaron thought. As he studied the naked, horny teenage 
girl kneeling between his legs he grinned with a mixture of pride and lust, 
and his cock seemed to grow momentarily harder in her mouth. She was the 
very picture of raging sexual heat. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink with 
her ravenous passion, and her eyes were heavy and full with her desire. Most 
girls kept their eyes closed when they were giving a blow job, but not Lisa; 
she eagerly watched his hard penis throbbing in her mouth as she sucked it. 
And her lips were so wet and tight, and she was so hungry to taste his 
cum... Yes, Aaron thought with satisfaction, turning the halfway house into 
a mansion for wayward girls had certainly been an excellent idea. He'd had 
his doubts about it years ago, when he'd first made the application, but 
since then things had turned out just fine. He was thirty-five years old, 
and in the past ten years he'd fucked more ripe, gorgeous, eager teenage 
girls than he could begin to count. All of them were good; some of them were 
just as good as Lisa. 

But none of them were as good as the girl he had upstairs was going to be. 
As Aaron thought of Jennifer his mind's eye suddenly filled with a picture 
of her: her gorgeously innocent face, her long blonde hair and her lush, 
voluptuous, slender sixteen year old body. Immediately his cock stiffened as 
hard as it could possibly get. Aaron dug his fingers hard into Lisa's hair 
and jammed his hips savagely into her face, selfishly thrusting as much of 
his throbbing erection into her mouth as he possibly could. 

"Unh! Harder Lisa, harder!" Aaron muttered. He groaned and lifted his hips 
slightly off the couch, burying his engorged member into the clasping 
wetness of her mouth until her lips closed wetly around the base. "Unh! Suck 
it Lisa, suck it! I can feel it... I'm going to cum!" 

"Ummmmmmm, Aaron!" Lisa murmured hotly, mouthing the words inarticulately 
around the swollen shaft of his dick. She whimpered hungrily and wiggled her 
buttocks and held his cock in position with her thumb and forefinger; there 
was so much of it in her mouth that she didn't have enough room for her 
hand. Then she began to suck his bloated organ with all the fevered 
intensity she could muster. Her lips moved wildly around the blue veined 
shaft, clamping and sucking greedily. Her cheeks puckered violently inwards 
and outwards, and Aaron could see the blush spreading wantonly through her 
face as she sucked harder and harder and harder. Lisa's hand gave the orbs 
of his bloated balls a final squeeze and then dropped further between his 
thighs. A second later Aaron felt her finger tickle the puckered ring of his 
anus. Then she thrust her finger hard deep into his asshole and began to 
furiously fingerfuck his rectum as she continued to suck his throbbing 
stiffened prick. 

"Unhhhh! Unhhhhhhh! Unhhhhhh! Unnggggghhhhhhhh God Unnngggghh-hhhh!" He 
grimaced violently and writhed senselessly on the sofa, almost trying to 
pull his cock away from Lisa's voracious mouth. The sensations shooting 
through his loins were incredible. He could feel the blood pounding wildly 
through the length of his organ, every pore in his genitals tingling 
instinctively in preparation of orgasm. Aaron groaned and pulled Lisa's head 
into his body. Then she thrust her finger into his rectum as hard as she 
could, and instantly the load of his seminal fluid exploded from his 
twitching prick. Incredibly, the flow of his sperm was more than profuse; it 
spurted and shot out of his throbbing cock head again and again, gushing 
obscenely into Lisa's mouth in a creamy white torrent of sperm. 

"Ummmmmmmmmmm," Lisa burbled. As the first burst of his cum burst into her 
mouth her cheeks filled outwards, and for a second it looked as if she would 
be unable to swallow it all down. Then her adam's apple moved luridly in her 
throat, and as the spasms of orgasm continued Lisa hungrily drank down every 
drop. "Oh, Aaron," Lisa mewled salaciously. She removed his ravaged prick 
momentarily from her mouth and let one of the last droplets spurt onto her 
upper lip. Lisa giggled and squeezed the shaft of his dick with both hands 
and slid her tongue out of her mouth to lick it up. "Oh God, it tastes so 
good. Give me some more! More!" 

"I can't," Aaron said simply. He shook his head and tried to catch her eyes 
so he could look at her meaningfully. But Lisa ignored him. As soon as the 
spasms subsided she again lowered her mouth to his loins. She took his 
softening organ between her lips and began to suck it all over again, trying 
hungrily with her hands and mouth to milk another throbbing erection out of 
the orbs of his ravished testicles. 

"Oh Christ," Aaron sighed. He groaned miserably and settled into the couch; 
he knew Lisa had just had her period, and she was always horny for a week 
afterwards, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He had to 
let her keep on sucking him, even if it meant he'd be so sore the next day 
he could hardly walk; if he didn't Lisa would be mad at him, and then it 
might be awhile before she'd let him fuck her at all. Oh, well Aaron 
thought. He sighed and settled into the couch and looked unhappily at the 
base of his flaccid penis protruding from Lisa's insatiable mouth. That was 
the one drawback to seducing teenage girls; sometimes he had the feeling 
he'd created a Frankenstein. 

"Well my my my," a voice said from the door. "I spend one lousy hour in the 
basement and look what happens while I'm gone!" 

"Huh?" Aaron muttered. He opened his eyes and looked across the room. Then a 
broad grin spread across his ruggedly handsome face, and in spite of himself 
he heaved a sigh of relief. Relief, he thought: that was the word all right; 
he was being relieved. It was his cousin Kenneth. 

"What's the matter, didn't you give her her dinner?" Kenneth asked crudely. 
He smiled, shut the door behind him and stepped into the study. He was 
wearing only a long terrycloth bathrobe, and already it looked as if he was 
ready to step out of it. His boyishly handsome twenty-eight year old face 
was gleaming with unadulterated lust; the front of his bathrobe was 
protruding provocatively. 

"Hey, Lisa," Kenneth murmured. He walked across the room and stood over her 
as she continued to suck Aaron's flaccid organ. "Why don't you pick on 
somebody else for a change? Like me, maybe!" 

"Mmmmmm?" Lisa murmured. For a second longer she continued to work over 
Aaron's cock, vainly trying to suck it into another stiff erection. Then she 
released it and turned to his cousin. Immediately her eyes riveted to the 
tent-like bulge in the front of his bathrobe. Then her lips spread into an 
eager smile, and she licked her lips salaciously. 

"How do you like me, baby?" Kenneth said. He grinned down at Lisa and pulled 
apart the front of his bathrobe. Aaron saw that he was indeed naked 
underneath it: the blue veined thickness of his blood engorged member sprang 
instantly from his loins, bobbing and twitching stiffly against his navel 
like a length of iron pipe. 

"Here you go, Lisa," Kenneth muttered. He wrapped his fingers around the 
base of his throbbing organ and held it out in front of him as an offering, 
pointing the bulbous head of his prick at Lisa's face. "All fresh and new 
and just for you!" 

"Oh Kenny!" Lisa exclaimed. For a second she simply knelt on the floor and 
stared hungrily at the length of his meaty dick, as if she couldn't believe 
her good fortune in finding another hard cock so quickly. Then she released 
her hold on Aaron's softened penis and waddled over to Kenneth on her knees. 
As the two cousins watched her she wrapped her fingers around the base of 
his engorged member and squeezed it lustfully, making the mushroom shaped 
head bound and throb in her fist. 

"That's right, Lisa," Kenneth muttered. He smiled and put his fingers into 
her hair, pulling her head into his loins. "You just go right ahead and suck 
it just as much as you want to! Pretend it's candy!" 

"Oh Kenny," Lisa murmured. "Oh God, it's so hard!" She licked her lips and 
continued to stare at the shaft of his prick. As she did so her cheeks 
regained their flush, and her eyes again became heavy and full with her 
animalistic genital heat. "Oh Kenny," Lisa whimpered. "Oh Kenny... ohhh... " 
Then the sound of her voice faded into an obscene gurgle as she lowered her 
mouth over the head of his swollen cock. As Aaron watched her lips closed 
wetly around the stalk, and her cheeks puckered inwards as she increased the 
suction in her mouth. Her right hand moved between his thighs to the hairy 
sac of his testicles; her left hand closed around the base of his prick and 
began to stroke and squeeze it in unison with her sucking. Then Lisa's head 
began to move lasciviously around and over the spongy flesh of his cockhead. 
She groaned and whimpered and puckered her cheeks rhythmically in and out, 
in and out, sucking his throbbing erection as hard as she could. 

"Christ!" Aaron muttered. He folded his hands behind his head and smiled at 
the spectacle of the sixteen year old girl working over his cousin's prick. 
It was already obvious that both of them had forgotten about him completely. 
Kenneth's face was lost in a hypnotic trance; his eyes were closed, his lips 
slightly parted; the only part of him that seemed alive were his hands, 
smoothly guiding the rhythm of Lisa's head over his stiffened organ. Lisa, 
of course, was lost in another world. Aaron knew from experience that as 
long as she was sexually excited she didn't care if the house burned down. 
And she was obviously very excited now. Her cheeks were flushed almost red; 
Aaron could see her lips clasping again and again around Kenneth's meaty 
thickness, sucking his cock even more avidly than she had sucked his own. 

"Christ!" Aaron repeated. He shook his head and continued to watch the 
progress of the blow job a minute longer. Then he pulled on his pants, threw 
his shirt over his shoulder and walked away from the couch. He considered 
briefly going to the bedroom next door to the study, but quickly decided 
against it. In another minute he knew Kenneth and Lisa would be fucking 
wildly on the floor, and when they did that their grunts and groans would be 
loud enough to be heard halfway down the hall. He'd be a lot better off in 
the guest bedroom upstairs. The bed there wasn't as comfortable as his own, 
but at least he could get some sleep. 

"Bye, kids," Aaron said sarcastically. He turned and shot a last glance at 
Lisa and his cousin. They ignored him; Aaron shook his head a little 
disgustedly, walked out of the study and closed the door behind him. As he 
started to climb the stairs he felt a brief ache in his drained testicles, 
and he looked woefully down at his groin. This was a bit too much, he 
thought. It was one thing to fuck Lisa a couple of times a day, but more 
than that was straining. Of course, he reminded himself, he would have to 
get used to it. Lisa wasn't usually this horny, but it wouldn't be much 
longer before they were all balling Jennifer. Aaron grinned; the extra daily 
allotment of sex would be no problem in that case. He wanted the new 
resident of his halfway house so badly he could practically taste her. 

But it would be awhile. Aaron climbed the last step and walked down the 
hallway to the guest bedroom. He passed by Jennifer's room, and as he 
thought of the delightful fate that would soon overtake the sleeping teenage 
girl beyond the door he smiled slyly. It would be Lisa first. Lisa had 
expressed her desire for Jennifer ten minutes after Jennifer's arrival. It 
would be easier that way anyhow; Lisa had the advantage of being female, and 
a lesbian affair between two teenage girls was not at all uncommon. It would 
be an excellent stepping stone. Aaron chuckled wickedly. Yes, Lisa first. 
Then him, then Kenneth, and then all three of them, for as much and as long 
as they liked. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"The study of Ireland is a study of perhaps the bravest and most innovative 
people who have ever populated the earth. Unfortunately, the record of these 
accomplishments seems to be a secret shared by only a handful of Irish 
historians; bias, political maneuvering and outright misrepresentation have 
clouded the record, so to speak concealing the magnitude of these 
accomplishments from the rest of the world. It is a little known fact, for 
instance, that the Irish discovered North America. The great explorer Buddy 
McGillicutty, traversing the glove in an outmoded vessel with a skeleton 
crew, first... " 

"Oh Lord," Jennifer sighed. She re-read the paragraph, shook her head and 
closed the book. Aaron's library certainly was well-endowed, but it was also 
filled with a lot of crank writers; she'd only been on the farm five days, 
but already it was frustrating trying to find a book that could give her an 
education. The Irish discovering North America! Jennifer put the book back 
in the shelf and looked at the clock. Then she stretched her arms cat-like 
over her head, yawned broadly, and walked out of the library to the stairs. 
It was already ten o'clock. After five days at Redfield House she was 
beginning to get used to the work in the fields, and she didn't feel 
exhausted in the evenings anymore, but it was still a good idea to get 
enough sleep. Jennifer smiled pleasurably and walked up the stairs towards 
her room. She could feel the tightness in her muscles, stretching through 
her thighs and lower back and shoulders, and it was a good feeling. She'd 
never been at all fat or flabby, but when she'd looked at herself in the 
mirror that morning she'd been even firmer than she'd ever been before. 
After another month on the farm she'd have an even better body than the 
unusually curvaceous one God had already given her: no, Jennifer thought, 
life at Redfield House wasn't going to be bad at all. 

"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh... " The moan--if it was a moan--was barely perceptible. 
When she heard it Jennifer stopped at the top of the stairs and stood 
motionless for a moment, listening. But the sound didn't come again, and 
after a second she walked down the hallway to her door. Probably a cat, she 
thought. Aaron and Kenneth were both fast asleep, and as usual she didn't 
have the vaguest idea of where Lisa was. It was funny... Jennifer shook her 
head, twisted the doorknob and opened the door to her bedroom. Lisa was 
supposed to be her roommate--that's what the other bed was doing there, for 
God's sake--but in five nights Lisa had only slept in her bed twice. At 
first Jennifer had been almost positive that Lisa was sleeping with one of 
the Redfields, and it had frightened her, but Lisa had explained that she 
liked to sleep under the moon. Oh, well, Jennifer thought. She shook her 
head as if dismissing the thought and stepped inside. 

"Close the door," a voice said. 

"Mmmmmm?" Jennifer murmured queryingly. She turned from the door and looked 
in the direction of the two beds. Then her eyes widened to the size of 
pinball bumpers, and she felt her mouth drop open in shock. For a second she 
could neither say nor do anything; the only thing she could think was that 
she now knew where the moaning had come from. 

It was Lisa. She was sitting naked on the edge of her bed, facing Jennifer 
and the door. As Jennifer looked at her she couldn't help noting that Lisa 
had a very nice body. The brunette's breasts were not as large as her own, 
but they were firm and round and perfectly shaped, capped by light pink 
nipples that were distended stiffly with arousal. Lisa's waist was small, 
and her legs were long and tapering and milky white. Her heels were planted 
in the sides of the mattress, and her thighs were splayed as far apart as 
they could go. In the bright light of the lamp next to the bed Jennifer 
could see every detail of Lisa's pussy. The growth of her jet black pubic 
hair was lush; it covered her lower belly in a fleecy triangle and then 
flowered profusely down into the juncture of her thighs, delicately fringing 
the lips of her pouting pussy. Her pussy appeared to be very small. Her 
labia were swollen and reddish, as if she were extremely excited; they were 
parted slightly, revealing the bright pink sheath of her cunt. Lisa's left 
hand was bent behind her, supporting the weight of her torso on the 
mattress. Her right hand was draped between her nakedly splayed thighs; her 
fingers were buried within the moist lips of her vagina. As Jennifer watched 
her, right before her eyes, Lisa continued to move her fingers eagerly and 
rhythmically over and around her pussy, masturbating with the same shameless 
ease that she might have felt in brushing her hair. 

"Oh my God," Jennifer said. 

"What are you looking at?" Lisa demanded. She glared at Jennifer a little 
crossly, as if she had been disturbed in the toilet, and continued to move 
her hand frantically against her cunt. "Why don't you close the door like I 
asked you to? It's drafty." 

"Oh," Jennifer said softly. For perhaps another ten seconds she stood 
wide-eyed and motionless, speechlessly watching Lisa's blatant masturbation. 
This was incredible; this was the most obscene exhibition she had ever seen, 
she never would have believed... Jennifer shook her head hard in an effort 
to recover herself and absentmindedly closed the door. Then she started to 
cross the room to her bed, but stopped herself after a couple of steps. 
Instead she stood where she was and continued staring. 

"What in God's name are you looking at?" Lisa said. She smirked and shook 
her head, as if she were exasperated with Jennifer's lack of sophistication. 
Her hand did not slacken against her hair fringed fissure. Instead it moved 
even faster, and Jennifer could see Lisa's cheeks begin to flush with sexual 
excitement. "You act like you've never seen anybody jacking off before." 

"Well, I haven't," Jennifer replied vaguely. She blinked her eyes and tried 
to recover her composure. But it was very difficult. She could see 
everything; she had never been this close to another woman's naked genitals 
before. Lisa's clitoris was hard and erect; as she rubbed it Jennifer could 
see the turgid little bud actually throbbing against her hand. "Oh my God," 
Jennifer murmured breathlessly. Something in the back of her mind told her 
to run out of the room, but she couldn't seem to do it. All she could do was 
stare. 

"Oh, stop 'Oh God-ding' me," Lisa replied irritably. She looked at Jennifer, 
giggled and continued to stroke her fingers through her moist pussy. 
"Masturbation is perfectly natural. Everybody does it. I do it all the 
time." 

"Well," Jennifer began. But whatever she was going to say vanished from her 
mind as soon as she articulated the first word. Incredible; this was 
incredible; she just could not believe... 

"Would you stop acting like a ten year old virgin?" Lisa asked 
sarcastically. "Why don't you come over here and sit down? This is your room 
too, you know." Jennifer hesitated and started to shake her head. Then, as 
if compelled by some wicked curiosity, she traversed the room and stepped 
between the two parallel beds. She sat on the edge of her own, perhaps three 
feet separated from the edge of Lisa's, and tried to will her eyes to her 
roommate's face. But it was impossible; she could see even more of Lisa's 
hair fringed pussy now, and she couldn't stop staring at it. As she did so 
Jennifer felt a strangely familiar sensation begin to fill her loins. Then 
she realized that this was actually exciting her sexually, and immediately 
her cheeks colored with embarrassment. 

"What are you blushing for?" Lisa demanded. 

"Oh... nothing," Jennifer replied nervously. 

"People don't blush at nothing," Lisa said complacently. She crinkled her 
eyes and looked at Jennifer suspiciously, as if it were her roommate who was 
acting strangely and not herself. "What is the matter with you, anyhow?" 

"Oh, well... " Jennifer began. She again found herself staring at the spread 
lips of Lisa's pouting labia, and self consciously averted her eyes to the 
wall. "Nothing, really, I mean... you know. v I just didn't exactly expect 
to see you doing this, you know, I... uh... " 

"You mean you didn't think I masturbated?" 

"Well, I didn't really think about it," Jennifer said stiffly. 

"What did you think I am, a eunuch?" Lisa asked laughingly. She smiled at 
Jennifer and moved her fingers through her pussy a little more slowly. At 
the same time she changed her movement slightly; her fingers slid into the 
sheath of her cunt now, in the manner of a man's stiff erection. This seemed 
to excite Lisa very much. The flush deepened in her cheeks, and she groaned 
softly with her ravenous passion. 

"Ahhhhh," Lisa sighed. "Oh that feels good... anyhow, what'd you expect? I 
get off just like everybody else. Don't try to tell me you don't jack off 
too!" 

Jennifer blushed embarrassedly and looked at the floor. She remembered the 
two or three times she had tentatively explored her virginal pussy with her 
finger, how good it had felt, and her mind filled with guilt. Finally she 
raised her head and composed her expression as best she could. 

"No," she said awkwardly. "No, I've ever done that." 

"Oh, sure, "Lisa said sarcastically. "Sure you haven't!" 

"I haven't," Jennifer said. Her eyes flashed with annoyance, and she looked 
at Lisa bravely. 

"Well, why don't you?" Lisa asked simply. 

"Well... " Jennifer started to blurt out the truth--that she was frightened 
too--then averted her eyes and again stared self-consciously at the floor. 
"I don't know," she continued finally. "I guess... I just think it's wrong, 
that's all... it's abusing your body. Masturbation... it's not natural... " 

"Oh God, " Lisa cried delightedly. 

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! Men do it all the time; 
why shouldn't women? I love it and I'm not ashamed of it either! It really 
feels good... mmmmm... 

As if intent upon proving her point Lisa suddenly began to masturbate full 
force. She stiffened her fore and index finger and thrust them deeply into 
the gurgling slit of her cunt, pounding them in and out in the unmistakable 
rhythms of fucking. At the same time her thumb moved to her clitoris and 
stroked it furiously. Jennifer opened her mouth in a mixture of shock and 
awe and simply stared. Lisa had suddenly become very excited. The flush 
spread across her cheeks completely; she winced and began to roll her head 
salaciously across her shoulder blades, as if she was unable to bear the 
raging heat that coursed through her loins. For a moment Jennifer was both 
afraid and secretly hopeful that Lisa might have an orgasm right before her 
eyes. But evidently the fit of arousal was only passing; Lisa's fingers 
slowed gradually in her vagina, and her expression returned almost to 
normal. 

"See what I mean?" Lisa asked. Her eyes were shining with pleasure, and the 
flush still rose ecstatically in her face. "It's great! Tell me one thing 
wrong with doing something that doesn't hurt anybody and feels so good!" 

"Well... " Jennifer began. Then she realized that she couldn't say anything. 
Lisa was right; there was no logical objection. Suddenly Jennifer felt 
terribly confused. She blushed and averted her eyes to the wall and shrugged 
her shoulders helplessly. 

"Well?" Lisa said delightedly. "I'm waiting!" 

Jennifer didn't say anything in response; there was a long silence. Lisa 
sighed and continued masturbating; her fingers again moved faster and faster 
through the swollen, reddish lips of her labia, darting into her cuntal 
sheath and stroking deliciously against the turgid bud of her clitoris. 
After awhile Jennifer raised her eyes and began staring again. She almost 
couldn't help it. She'd never seen anything like this before. It was 
actually her first sexual encounter with anyone, and even though she knew 
she wasn't a homosexual she also knew she was getting extremely horny. 
Beneath her blue jeans and panties she could feel her own vagina emitting 
the lubricating juices of arousal, hotly and stickily and compellingly, 
making the lips of her virginal pussy throb with the need for orgasm. 

"Jennifer?" Lisa asked quietly. 

"What?" Jennifer said. 

"Jennifer, if you think what I'm doing is so disgusting and unnatural, then 
why are you staring at my cunt so much?" 

As quickly as she could Jennifer pulled her eyes up to Lisa's face. But it 
was no use; she could feel herself blushing practically crimson with 
embarrassment. Lisa giggled and smiled at her knowingly. 

"You can go ahead and stare if you want to," she said happily. "I mean, I 
don't mind." Lisa narrowed her eyes and looked at her slyly. "Actually, I'll 
bet you'd really like to do it too, wouldn't you?" 

Jennifer crossed her thighs and shook her head immediately, as if she were 
denying a crime. 

"Yes you would," Lisa said knowingly. 

"Why are you lying to me?" 

"No... no .. " 

"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want to!" 

"I don't want to," Jennifer said quickly. She started to look Lisa in the 
eye, then immediately lowered her head and stared at the floor. 

"Ha! I caught you!" Lisa cried delightedly. She laughed out loud and smiled 
at Jennifer affectionately, as if amused by the comical antics of a slightly 
backwards puppy. Then there was a long pause. Jennifer raised her eyes and 
stared anxiously at Lisa's face. Lisa was staring back at her thoughtfully; 
her eyes were narrowed and her forehead furrowed, as if she were carefully 
estimating Jennifer's character. 

"Well, I'll tell you what," Lisa said finally. "I'll make it easy on you." 
She smiled at Jennifer knowingly in anticipation of her reaction. "Right now 
I want you to take off all your clothes and do exactly what I tell you to. 
And if you don't, tomorrow morning I'll tell Aaron and Kenneth that I caught 
you masturbating! 

What do you think of that!?!" 

"What?!" Jennifer cried. She looked at Lisa in stupefication and shook her 
head blindly back and forth. "No... no, you couldn't... you wouldn't do that 
to me!" 

"Oh yes I would!" Lisa exclaimed defiantly. "First thing in the morning I'll 
go right down to Aaron and tell him I caught you with a cucumber in your 
pussy! Yeah, a cucumber, stuck right up there... they'd believe me, too! 
Remember honey, I been on this farm a lot longer than you have!" 

"No... you wouldn't do that!" Jennifer said breathlessly. 

"Just try me!" Lisa cried triumphantly. "Just try and see! I told you, I'm 
making it easy on you!" Lisa eyes narrowed, and her expression became 
suddenly serious and a little bit menacing. "Now, unless you want the whole 
world to think you jack yourself off with a cucumber you better take off 
your clothes and get naked and do it right now. I mean it, I'm warning you!" 
Jennifer lowered her eyes and hesitated for several seconds. As she stared 
at the floor she felt her cheeks coloring with shame and self-recrimination, 
and it was almost difficult to keep herself from crying. She knew exactly 
what Lisa meant when she said she was making it easy for her, and she also 
knew that Lisa was right. Jennifer had never felt so sexually excited in her 
life. The pouting lips of her pussy were moist and swollen with her wanton 
arousal, and her naturally large nipples were distended hard and stiff 
beneath her brassiere. She had never seriously considered masturbating 
before, but now she wanted to do it desperately. She wanted to do exactly 
what Lisa was doing, and she wanted to feel just as good. But she couldn't. 
Jennifer bit her lip and shook her head as she stared at the floor, as if 
trying to argue with her own mind. Masturbating was disgusting. It was 
awful, it was sinful, it was self abuse, terrible terrible... 

"Go on, Jennifer," Lisa said coaxingly. "Take off your clothes." 

Jennifer raised her eyes and looked at Lisa's face. Then it was as if 
something snapped in her mind, and her body were acting under its own will. 
Without even intending to Jennifer rose from the bed. She caught Lisa's 
stare and smiled with painful embarrassment, as if begging her not to make 
fun of her obvious hypocrisy. Then she brought her hands to the buttons of 
her work shirt and quickly began to unfasten them, removing her clothes. 

"That's right, Jennifer," Lisa murmured in a soothing, almost maternal 
voice. "That's right; you're doing just fine. Take it all off!" 

"All... all right," Jennifer whispered. She blushed self-consciously and let 
her work shirt slide over her slender shoulders to the floor. Then she 
reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her lacy white brassiere. As 
soon as she did the brassiere seemed to explode from her body, drifting to 
the carpet and releasing the enormous, firm melons of her bosom. Immediately 
Lisa's eyes widened; she smiled delightedly and shamelessly increased the 
movements of her hand between her thighs, obviously aroused by what she saw. 

"Boy!" Lisa exclaimed admiringly. "Do you have one great pair of tits!" 

"Tha... thank you," Jennifer murmured nervously. She blushed and looked 
embarrassedly at her own breasts. They were indeed one of her best assets, 
as large and round and perfectly formed as the bosom of any movie starlet or 
magazine centerfold, and Jennifer knew that deep down inside she was quite 
proud of them. Jennifer looked at her nipples and quickly felt her blush 
intensify dramatically. Her teats were ordinarily quite prominent, but now 
they were as stiff and erect as they could get, distended almost an inch 
from her large, deep red areolas. Her arousal was obvious; she knew Lisa 
could tell now, just by looking. 

"Mmmmmm," Lisa murmured. "Now take off the rest of it, Jennifer. Go on; do 
it!" 

"Okay," Jennifer said helplessly. She returned her eyes to the floor, kicked 
off her sandals and nervously fiddled with the buckle of her blue jeans. 
After a brief struggle it loosened; she pushed it aside and unzipped her 
pants. Then, blushing and hesitating, she slid both her jeans and panties 
down her long tapering legs to the floor. She stepped out of them, leaving 
herself completely naked. 

"You sure you're only sixteen years old?" Lisa asked. 

Jennifer looked at her. Lisa, for the first time since she'd entered the 
room, had stopped moving her hand against her pussy. Instead she was staring 
at Jennifer's mouthwateringly voluptuous body in absolute awe, obviously 
unable to believe what she saw. 

"Well, yes," Jennifer said. She flushed and tried to look away. "I mean... 
well, I matured early, if you understand what I mean." 

"I'll bet," Lisa said. "Okay. Now sit on the bed and spread your legs, just 
like me." 

Jennifer hesitated again. She had never felt so utterly guilty and ashamed 
of herself in her life, but she knew at the same time that she was very very 
excited. Her tight, virginal labia were literally throbbing with her 
arousal, pulsing and contracting and sending waves of wanton, animalish lust 
coursing through her thighs and hips and belly. Jennifer turned her eyes 
away from Lisa and sat quickly on the edge of the bed. Then, blushing 
crimson from ear to ear, she splayed her long tapering thighs nakedly apart, 
planting her heels into the edge of the mattress and revealing the pouting, 
hair fringed slit of her moist cunt. 

"You've got a nice pussy," Lisa said appraisingly. 

Jennifer said nothing in response. Instead she looked down the expanse of 
her slender belly through the fleecy curls of her pubic vee, and as she did 
so she felt her blush growing even more embarrassed. She couldn't see her 
own pussy, but she knew that Lisa could, and the idea of exposing herself so 
blatantly to another person both excited and humiliated her. Jennifer lifted 
her arm and hesitantly moved it down her stomach to the juncture of her 
splayed thighs. Her fingers gingerly touched the flower petal-like lips of 
her vagina; instantly she felt a hot wave of arousal fill her loins, and she 
realized how desperately she had wanted to masturbate all along. 

"That's right, Jennifer," Lisa murmured. She giggled and again began to 
thrust her fingers into her gurgling cuntal sheath, at the same time 
stroking her clitoris hotly with her thumb. "You're doing just fine. Now 
masturbate, just like me!" 

Jennifer bit her lip and closed her eyes. Then she opened her hand and 
pressed her palm tightly against her forbidden orifice. Her pussy felt hot 
and sticky and wet to her touch, like the petals of some exotic tropical 
plant. She sighed and wriggled her buttocks comfortably on the mattress, 
unconsciously relaxing. Then she moved her fingers around the perimeter of 
her vaginal opening and tentatively touched the erect, throbbing bud of her 
clitoris. As soon as she did so she felt as if someone had dosed her with an 
extremely powerful aphrodisiac; the sexual heat in her loins became 
infinitely more intense, pulsing and tingling through her entire body. 
Jennifer groaned and closed her eyes tighter. She knew she was about to 
debase herself entirely--she knew she would soon be so excited that she 
would do anything Lisa told her to do--but she was past the point of 
stopping herself. All she could think of was how good it felt, how 
deliciously, lusciously good... 

"Ahhhh," Jennifer whimpered softly. For only a second longer she hesitated. 
Then, quickly and shamefully, she began to stroke her fingers through the 
reeking, pungent wetness of her vagina. 

"Mmmmmmm! Doesn't that feel good!" Lisa whispered provocatively. "Go ahead, 
Jennifer. There's nobody here to stop you; do it just as hard as you want!" 

"Unnhhh... unhhhhhhh... unhhhhhhhhh ..Jennifer groaned. She winced 
feverishly and began to roll her head back and forth on her shoulder blades, 
almost unable to bear the incredible sensations growing stronger and 
stronger in her loins by the moment. She was completely out of control now, 
completely overwhelmed by her own instinctive sexual needs; she could feel 
the lips of her pussy throbbing and swelling, growing wetter and wetter, 
parting as if to receive the stiff male organ she so desperately needed. 
Jennifer grunted and reflexively contracted the rounded cheeks of her 
buttocks. Then she began to stroke her aching clitoris and thrust her 
fingers through her cunt at the same time, masturbating as furiously as she 
knew how. 

"What're you thinking about, Jennifer?" Lisa asked openly. Her voice was 
husky and intimidating; it was as if she was taking a sadistic pleasure in 
stripping her moral restraints away one after the other. "You're really 
getting horny now, aren't you! Boy! You're really jacking off hard! What are 
you thinking about! I'll bet you're thinking about a boy, aren't you 
Jennifer? Go ahead! Think about a man, about his big hard cock!" 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Jennifer mewled harshly. She shut her eyes tighter and 
grimaced with the force of her agonizing desire, flaring her nostrils and 
drawing her lips back to expose her pearly white teeth. She had been 
thinking of nothing at all, but now, spurred by Lisa's lascivious 
suggestion, her mind filled with thoughts of a thousand men... men her 
conscience had never allowed her to think sexually of before, but who she 
suddenly desired almost desperately. Jennifer whimpered hornily and writhed 
on the bed as her labia pulsed and throbbed beneath her frantically clawing 
fingers. Her face was flushed and red; her breathing was unsteady, and she 
could feel the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. Her nipples were so 
hard that they actually hurt; she could feel them stiffening more and more. 
She could see it now... a big hard cock, just like Lisa had said. Her mind's 
eye filled with the vision of it. Big and hard and stiff, with a fat red 
bulbous head and a long blue veined shaft, pulsing and throbbing and 
hammering again and again into her tight gurgling slit. 

"Unhhhhhunhhhh unhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jennifer whimpered shamelessly. As she 
pictured the meaty erection she so badly needed her desires seemed to 
intensify a hundredfold, and she realized that she was drawing close to 
orgasm. Jennifer lifted her arm and fondled the aching globes of her bosom, 
pulling the stiff nipples hard between her thumb and forefinger and lewdly 
squeezing the resilient mammary flesh. At the same time the tempo of her 
masturbation increased until her hand was literally moving in a blur between 
her wildly splayed thighs, her fingers frantically clawing at the swollen 
pink lips of her pussy. 

Then suddenly, Jennifer thought she felt something touch the skin of her 
inner thigh. For a second she ignored it. She shut her eyes even tighter and 
grimaced and continued to stroke her fingers through her hair fringed 
fissure, openly sighing and groaning with her ravenous pleasure. Her 
conscience, her inhibitions and sense of restraint, had abandoned her 
entirely; she felt as if she were lost in another world in which the only 
thing that mattered was the consummation of her lust. 

Then the touch occurred again, and Jennifer opened her eyes. Immediately a 
cold shudder of fear coursed up her spine; she opened her eyes wider and 
gasped in disbelief. It was Lisa. She was kneeling on the floor between 
Jennifer's long tapering legs. Her hands were poised over Jennifer's hips, 
and her eyes were obviously riveted to the pouting lips of her pussy. 
Somehow she had managed to climb off her bed and crawl across the floor 
without being heard; now she was about to suck Jennifer's cunt. 

"Oh my... oh my God!" Jennifer gasped. For a second she simply remained 
motionless on the bed, shaking her head and trying to believe her eyes. 
Lisa's face was flushed and excited; a lewd smile played across her lips, 
and her eyes seemed to literally eat up Jennifer's vagina. Jennifer opened 
her mouth in shock and instinctively moved her hips backwards on the bed. 
Then she pushed her hands hard against Lisa's forehead and tried to pull 
away entirely. "No!" she gasped. "No, stop it, no! You can't!" 

"Oh yes I can," Lisa murmured wickedly. She moved her head easily away from 
Jennifer's hands and then lowered her head between her thighs. As Jennifer 
watched her her expression seemed to become even more excited; her nostrils 
flared with desire, and Jennifer could feel her heavy breathing against the 
sensitive skin of her milk white inner thigh. Lisa stroked her hands up 
Jennifer's long tapering legs and dug her fingers into the firm cheeks of 
her buttocks, making it impossible for her to escape. Then she lowered her 
head completely between her thighs. Immediately Jennifer felt something hot 
and wet and wriggling touch the pouting, hair fringed folds of her cunt. A 
moment later Lisa was sucking her pussy as wildly as she could. 

"Oh my God, stop it!" Jennifer shrieked. She stared at Lisa in wide eyed 
horror and began to writhe wildly on the mattress in an effort to free 
herself from the involuntary sodomy. But something quickly made her stop. 
Jennifer groaned and stopped struggling. Her eyelids half closed, and she 
felt a strange flush beginning to fill her cheeks. Lisa's expert tonguing 
was already showing its effects. Jennifer could feel it in spite of herself: 
the slimy wetness of Lisa's tongue, wriggling against her clitoris and labia 
and the pink inner sheath of her vaginal tunnel. It felt good; it felt 
incredibly good, infinitely better than her own hand had felt; she could 
sense the tingling sensations of arousal permeating every pore in her loins, 
drawing her closer and closer to cumming. 

"Oh... stop it!" Jennifer groaned. But her words lacked the terror and 
insistence they had had a second ago. Instead her voice was practically a 
moan, and even as she told Lisa to stop she knew she was really telling her 
to suck her pussy that much harder. For a second longer Jennifer tried to 
resist the wanton desire welling up in her body. Then it was as if her 
passion had triumphed completely, and there was nothing left that could 
stand in the face of it. Jennifer closed her eyes and stopped struggling. 
Unconsciously she splayed her milk white thighs a little farther apart, 
digging her heels harder into the mattress and arching her back slightly to 
thrust her pubic mound into Lisa's mouth. Then she lightly began to grind 
her buttocks cheeks on the bed, shamelessly thrusting her reeking cuntal 
slit into the satisfying wetness of her tongue. 

"You like that now, don't you?" Lisa asked knowingly. She giggled briefly 
and then returned her lips to resume the sucking. This time she sucked much 
harder. Jennifer could feel the suction on her cunt, the way Lisa's lips 
clasped salaciously around her vaginal opening, the hot dampness of her 
tongue writhing around her erect clitoris. Gradually Lisa relaxed her 
fingers and moved them out from under Jennifer's buttocks; there was 
obviously no reason to hold her down by force any longer. She pushed the 
fingers of her right hand along the silky flesh of Jennifer's thigh and 
delicately touched the flowering, fragrant labia. Then she stiffened her 
index finger and slid it luridly into her virginal opening. Quickly Lisa 
began to move her finger rapidly in and out of Jennifer's cunt, fucking her 
with her hand even as she continued the lascivious suction of her mouth. 

"Ohhhh... ohhhhhh... unnnnngggg-gghhhhhhhhr Jennifer grunted sharply. Her 
eyes became heavy and full with her arousal, and she unconsciously opened 
her mouth, the blush in her cheeks became redder and redder. Lisa's finger 
felt even better than her mouth. Jennifer could feel the hard stiff thing 
stabbing into her again and again and again, thrusting deep into her 
virginal cunt like the thick, stiff male penis she so shamelessly wanted. 
"More... " Jennifer murmured. She bit her lip and grimaced ravenously and 
began to gyrate her hips harder on the mattress, furiously thrusting the 
opening of her slit into Lisa's wet mouth and finger. "Unnn-gggghhhhhh... 
more!" she repeated. "It feels good... awwwwwwwww... do it harder! Awwwwwww 
harder, do it really hard!" 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Lisa murmured contentedly. She pushed her head further into 
Jennifer's pungent wetness and obediently intensified the rhythm of the 
sucking. Her finger moved fast and hard into her cuntal sheath, stroking 
against the pink walls and seeming to bore into Jennifer's very womb. "You 
like it a lot, don't you?" Lisa asked demandingly. "You really love it!" 
Then, as if to answer her own question, Lisa began to suck Jennifer's pussy 
as hard as she could. She withdrew her index finger, stiffened her 
forefinger and held the two together tightly; when she thrust both into 
Jennifer's cunt it was as if the imaginary cock she had inside her had 
suddenly doubled in thickness. Lisa moved her mouth up to the top of 
Jennifer's slit. Her lips closed tightly around her clitoris. Then she began 
to suck the aching erect bud as hard as possible, applying all the force of 
her cunnilingus to the most sensitive part of Jennifer's body. 

"Ungggh ungggh unggghhh awwwwwwwww!" Jennifer shrieked. Her lips drew back 
across her teeth, and her nostrils flared wantonly with lust. "Harder!" she 
mewled. 'Ungggggghhhhhh! Awwwwwwwww yes yes, do it harder! Oh God it feels 
so good!" Jennifer grimaced obscenely and moved her head wildly across her 
shoulder blades, making her long blonde hair shake against her middle back. 
Her buttocks contracted almost convulsively; she lifted her hips completely 
off the bed, thrusting her throbbing pussy into Lisa's mouth in an 
animalistic frenzy of desire. 

Then Jennifer realized she was about to orgasm. At first she did not 
recognize the sensations evolving within her loins; she had never had an 
orgasm before, and thus had no idea what the beginning of one felt like. 
Then the sensations became too delicious and intense to be mistaken for 
anything else. Jennifer closed her eyes tightly and groaned. The muscles of 
her hips and buttocks instinctively tightened; she could feel the walls of 
her pussy tightening too, contracting feverishly around the bony stiffness 
of Lisa's finger. Jennifer whimpered and winced and feverishly shook her 
head. Her breasts were heavy and full; her nipples were actually throbbing 
hard and erect with her excitement. 

"Unnhhhhhhhhhhhh! UNHH!" Jennifer moaned. For a second she remained 
absolutely motionless, almost unable to bear the agonizing pleasure building 
up in her womb. Then she squealed and furiously arched her back, thrusting 
her gurgling pussy into Lisa's mouth as hard as she could. "Unggggggghhhhhh 
harder, I'm cumming! Ungggghhhh! Unggghhhh yess yes awwwwwwwww harder! 
Awwwwwwwwwww God I'm cumming! UNHHHHHHHHH! UNGGGGGHH-HHHH I'M CUMMING! 
AWWWWW CUMMING CUMMING... Awwwwwwwww... " The convulsive spasms of orgasm 
racked Jennifer's body for what seemed like whole minutes. Her face flushed 
crimson, and her skin goosebumped with the sensation. Then, finally, they 
subsided away. Jennifer groaned and let her hips return to the bed. For 
perhaps three minutes she lay without thinking of anything. Her whole being 
seemed filled up with the incredible experience of cumming for the first 
time, the memory of the spasms and the way her loins now ached so 
pleasurably in the aftermath. When Jennifer finally opened her eyes Lisa was 
still kneeling on the floor between her legs, staring back to meet her gaze. 

"Did you like that?" Lisa asked softly. There was something strange in her 
expression, something that Jennifer hadn't seen before. Her stare was bright 
and intense; her lips were slightly curled in a knowing, vaguely menacing 
smile. 

Jennifer briefly considered lying. Then she realized that she couldn't 
possibly deny her own pleasure. She averted her eyes in embarrassment and 
briefly nodded her head. 

"I thought so," Lisa said softly. She paused and studied Jennifer's 
expression, nodding her head thoughtfully as if to weigh an important 
decision. When she resumed speaking again her voice was low and intent. 
"Well, I enjoyed it too. And I have news for you. We're going to do it 
again." 

"What?" Jennifer asked softly. 

"I said we're going to do it again," Lisa repeated. "We're going to do it a 
lot, as often as I want to. If you don't I'll tell Aaron that we did. Now 
what do you think of that?" 

For several seconds Jennifer said nothing. Instead she opened her eyes wide, 
reclined her head and stared at the ceiling. The voice of her conscience 
emerged, and she tried to tell herself that what she had just done was wrong 
and disgusting and terrible, that no matter what Lisa threatened she must 
never allow such a sodomistic, homosexual act to be repeated. But it was 
very hard to take herself seriously. It had felt good. It had felt very very 
good, better than anything she had ever known. In a way she suspected that 
if Lisa were not threatening her she would eventually have initiated a 
repeat performance herself. 

"Well?" Lisa demanded. 

"All right," Jennifer replied quickly. She nodded her head and then averted 
her eyes back to the ceiling, blushing deeply. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Jennifer! Oh Jennifer, are you in there?" 

"Right over here!" Jennifer called back. She closed the book on African 
Geology and smiled at the sound of Aaron Redfield's approaching footsteps. 
She had been at the farm almost two weeks now, and in that time she had had 
several rewarding conversations with its chief proprietor; she had already 
come to regard Aaron as her closest friend. "Over here!" she repeated. 
"Behind the second shelf." 

"Oh... there you are," Aaron said. He stood next to Jennifer's chair and 
smiled down at her affectionately. In his plaid sweater, khaki slacks and 
loafers he looked like the Lord of an English manor. "This library is so big 
I sometimes get lost in it myself. Ah, Jennifer... would you mind if the two 
of us had a little talk?" 

"Not at all," Jennifer replied sweetly. She glanced at the clock--it was 
still early in the evening--and stretched her arms easily overhead. "What 
about?" 

"Well, it's a bit of a story," Aaron replied. "Why don't the two of us 
adjourn to my study and have a little drink? I'll fill you in there." 

"All right," Jennifer replied quickly. Aaron smiled and turned to walk out 
of the library; Jennifer earmarked the book, dropped it onto the table next 
to the chair and stood up to follow him. Wonder what he wants to talk about, 
she thought inquisitively. He'd already told her about the origins of the 
farm, the nature of his duties as her 'criminal guardian' and so on, and 
he'd already given her the mandatory State test for new residents of the 
Halfway House, which would be dutifully filed and subsequently forgotten by 
the powers that were; there didn't seem to be much left. Jennifer yawned and 
followed dutifully in Aaron's footsteps; together they walked down the hall 
to the study on the other side of the mansion. 

"Go right on in," Aaron said. He opened the door to his study, held it open 
and motioned for Jennifer to enter the room. "You might as well sit on the 
sofa. The chairs are rather dusty." 

"All right," Jennifer said. She entered the room and glanced about her 
appraisingly; the study was one of the few places on the farm she hadn't 
seen much of. Now that she had a chance to look at it clearly she realized 
that it was certainly the most lavish room in the house. The walls were 
mahogany panelled, and the rug that covered the floor looked like it had 
been appropriated from an ancient Chinese dynasty. Everything in it smelt of 
wealth and class and unimpeachable taste. Jennifer looked around, turned 
back to Aaron and smiled a little giddily. Even after almost two weeks there 
were still things within the Mansion that amazed her. 

"I'm glad you approve," Aaron said softly. He closed the door and motioned 
to two small glasses on the desk. "Take the one on the left. I made it quite 
a bit weaker." Aaron grinned mischievously. "I assume, of course, that 
you're not used to drinking." 

"I'm not," Jennifer laughed. She picked up the glass on the left and took a 
comfortable seat on the end of the couch. "Now will you tell me what we're 
talking about?" 

"Have your drink first," Aaron replied easily. He picked up the remaining 
glass, drained it between his lips and smiled. "Business before pleasure is 
a truism only for the poor man. When you're like me it's the other way 
around!" 

"I guess you'd know!" Jennifer said. She giggled and, imitating Aaron's 
actions, drained the glass in a single swallow. Immediately her face flushed 
with blood, and she felt a convulsive shudder run through her spine. "Wow! 
What was in that?" 

"Just a little brandy," Aaron said. He smiled and took a seat next to 
Jennifer on the couch. The only light in the room was a lamp on the nearby 
desk, and it cast a wan glow around the mahogany walls. "I hope you don't 
like it too much; I wouldn't want to be responsible for turning a sweet 
young girl into an alcoholic." 

"Oh, I didn't," Jennifer said. She giggled again and slapped Aaron playfully 
on the knee. "Now would you please tell me what this is about? You've got me 
just dying of curiosity!" 

"Oh... all right," Aaron replied. He averted his eyes, and suddenly Jennifer 
saw that his profile had become serious and almost grim. "Actually it's not 
the most pleasant thing to talk about. I might as well be direct, however!" 

"What is it then?" Jennifer asked. 

"Well... all right, here goes." Aaron swivelled his head and stared directly 
into Jennifer's eyes. Suddenly his expression was neither humorous nor 
affectionate; instead it was intent and dispassionate, the expression a 
lawyer might adopt in grilling a defendant. "Jennifer, is it true that Lisa 
and yourself have been having a homosexual relationship?" 

It took Jennifer several seconds before she could assimilate the meaning of 
Aaron's words. When she did her face flushed with immediate shame and 
embarrassment, and she felt all the air leave her lungs; she felt as if 
someone had hit her across the neck with a crowbar. Instinctively she 
averted her eyes and stared embarrassedly at the floor. For a second the 
only thing she could think of was that she had been stupid in suspecting 
that no one would find out. It was true, of course. For the past week Lisa 
and herself had been sucking and playing with each other regularly at least 
three times a night. After the first night it had just been a natural part 
of going to bed. Jennifer had forgotten her first shame, and Lisa had 
obviously never had any to begin with. But Jennifer certainly felt ashamed 
now. 

"Please Jennifer," Aaron coaxed affectionately. He put his hand on her knee 
and squeezed it gently. "I'm afraid you'd better answer." 

"Oh God," Jennifer sighed. Suddenly she felt so humiliated that she wondered 
if she were about to faint. She crumpled on the couch, folding her body like 
a terrified animal, and buried her head in her hands. "I take it it's true 
then," Aaron said. Jennifer nodded her head and whimpered into her hands. 
"How did you find out?" she asked tearfully. 

"Kenneth and I have ears. The two of you were making a lot of noise up 
there, you know; after about three nights the two of us had to get 
suspicious. Kenneth confronted Lisa about it this morning; we figured it 
would be better if I talked to you. The two of us do seem to be closer. But 
Jennifer," Aaron said, shaking his head impatiently. "It doesn't even matter 
how we found out. The important thing is why. Why did the two of you do it, 
Jennifer? Please--I promise not to scold you or embarrass you any more than 
you obviously already are. Please, just tell me why?" 

"Oh God" Jennifer repeated. She pressed her open hands into her face and 
began to cry, suddenly releasing all the sorrow and shame and ill fortune 
that had overwhelmed her since her arrest and long before. For a long time 
the two of them sat without saying anything; Jennifer continued to cry, and 
Aaron waited patiently until she was finished. Then Jennifer felt Aaron's 
hand lightly touch her knee. Immediately she raised her head and looked at 
him, her eyes wide and tearful and completely open. Suddenly she realized 
how much she had come to trust the ruggedly handsome older man in the past 
two weeks, how much she had even come to regard him as her own father. 

"Jennifer, please," Aaron said kindly. "Tell me why." 

"Oh, I don't know," Jennifer cried miserably. She turned her head and 
shrugged her shoulders helplessly. Then she finally felt herself beginning 
to calm down. "It just happened that's all," she said. She turned back to 
Aaron and wiped her eyes and began to compose herself. "I mean, Lisa started 
it, but that doesn't matter. I guess I would have done the same thing in 
another week or two. It would have happened eventually; it just had to." 

"Why?" Aaron repeated gently. 

"Oh, why do you think?!" Jennifer cried almost angrily. She averted her eyes 
and blushed at the floor. She did not feel irritated with Aaron at all; 
instead she felt completely humiliated to admit to her own sexual needs. "It 
happened because we were horny, that's why it happened! I mean, why else do 
you think we'd do something like that?!" 

"I didn't mean to irritate you, Jennifer," Aaron said quietly. 

"Oh, I'm not," Jennifer said. "I'm sorry for... sounding that way." Jennifer 
shook her head and looked at Aaron miserably. "It's just had to talk about, 
that's all." 

"I understand," Aaron murmured. 

"But that's really just it, actually," Jennifer said. She shrugged her 
shoulders and shook her head helplessly back and forth, as if it frightened 
her that such an enormous sin could be explained in a single word. "We were 
horny; that's why we did it. I mean, we're both normal human beings. We're 
both sixteen years old; you know how teenage girls are. It just happened, 
that's all. We... I couldn't help it." 

"What do you mean when you say you couldn't help it?" Aaron prodded gently. 

"She got me excited," Jennifer admitted. "I mean, that's how it started 
anyway. I didn't want to. At first I told her no. But then she got me all 
excited and it just happened... and... I don't know. I felt ashamed of 
myself at first, but it felt so good and I just forgot that I was supposed 
to feel guilty about it. Sometimes when we'd go in together I'd remember and 
I'd tell myself no, don't do it tonight. But we'd do it anyway and then... I 
don't know... I just couldn't help it!" 

"Jennifer," Aaron interrupted. "This is a little hard to ask, but... would 
you consider yourself a lesbian?" 

"What?! No!" Jennifer replied immediately. She raised her eyes and looked at 
Aaron almost in shock; for a moment she couldn't even understand why he had 
asked. "No, of course not! I'm perfectly normal." 

"Yes... " Aaron agreed hesitantly. "But, you see... Lisa is a girl, after 
all." 

"Oh, I know," Jennifer said impatiently. She stared at the floor and again 
felt herself blushing. "But don't you see, that doesn't matter. We were just 
horny. If there had been, you know, boys around it would have been 
different. But there aren't. I guess we just did... what we had to do under 
the circumstances." 

"Jennifer," Aaron said gravely. "I hope you understand that even if there 
were boys at Redfield House--and there never would be, this is the whole 
reason institutions of this type are sexually segregated--we would certainly 
not allow you to have sexual intercourse with them!" 

"Well... "Jennifer began. She started to make a reply, then stopped and 
turned again to the floor. Everything was so confusing. On one hand she knew 
that everything Aaron said was so correct; she had been raised to be 
sexually chaste, and before her encounter with Lisa she never would have 
dreamed of being free with her desires. But now that the encounter had 
happened Jennifer was aware of physical needs within herself that she knew 
were irresistible. Sex was a bodily function; it had to be taken care of, 
just like eating, and she knew that from now on she would have to take care 
of it herself, whether she approved of the idea or not. 

"Well, Jennifer?" Aaron prodded sternly. 

"Oh .. " Jennifer hesitated and wrung her hands together. "I guess the only 
thing I can say is that you didn't allow me to sleep with Lisa either. But I 
did." 

Aaron appeared a little surprised by Jennifer's boldness. "Are you saying, 
then," he whispered, "that you inevitably would have had sex with any 
available boys if they were here?" 

"I guess so," Jennifer admitted miserably. "I'm sorry, Mr. Redfield; 
honestly, I am. I don't like to have to say that we'd disobey you. But it's 
the truth. We would, sooner or later. I'm human. I just get... excited, 
that's all." 

There was a brief pause. When Jennifer glanced at him Aaron's face seemed to 
be immersed in deep thought, as if he were wrestling with a complicated 
problem. 

"Jennifer," Aaron said finally. "Let me ask you a very blunt question. This 
morning Kenneth suggested to me that, in order to prevent any homosexual 
contact in the future, Lisa should be given another bedroom in another part 
of the house. Tell me honestly: do you think that would do any good?" 

Jennifer hesitated only a second. Then she wiped her eyes and shook her head 
quickly back and forth. 

"Well then," Aaron continued, in a sterner tone of voice. "What if we 
threaten to punish you? I'm prepared to do that. What if we said you'd have 
to go to a filthy, degenerate prison if you had any sexual contact with Lisa 
in the future? Would that do any good?" 

Jennifer shook her head again and continued staring ashamedly at the floor. 

"Oh... oh, my," Aaron said. He frowned and looked at the floor himself. 
Jennifer glanced at him; his expression seemed to be even more serious and 
preoccupied than before, and for a long time neither of them said anything. 

"Well... " Aaron sighed finally. "I guess there's only one thing left, then" 

"Wh... what," Jennifer asked fearfully. "Well... would it do any good if you 
were to have sex with me?" 

Jennifer could not believe her ears. Her eyes widened to the size of pinball 
bumpers; she swivelled her head and looked at Aaron in horror. A deep 
feeling of dread emerged within her, making her stomach knot and her muscles 
stiffen tautly; suddenly all her first suspicions seemed to be coming true. 
But Aaron's expression was neither wicked nor plotting nor horribly lustful. 
Instead it was vaguely chagrined, as if he had offered the suggestion as a 
last resort. 

"Don't be so horrified," he said. "I admit that I've never done anything 
like this before, and I'm sure the state would simply kill me if they found 
out. But it does seem like the best solution to the problem, doesn't it? I 
mean... at least I won't hurt you, like an irresponsible boy your own age 
very well might. And I must admit, Jennifer; you do have an extremely 
desirable body." 

For what seemed like a long time Jennifer stared at Aaron without saying 
anything. She still could not believe her ears, and when she finally could 
she wasn't certain that she wanted to. At first all she could thing was that 
she had been horribly betrayed. Aaron was thirty-five years old, almost two 
decades senior to herself. Sex with him wouldn't be the beautiful, pure 
thing she had once imagined with the man she eventually married. No, it 
would be dirty and filthy and lustful, just a crude animalistic copulation 
for the sake of sex alone. Jennifer felt her conscience bridling within her, 
angrily spewing out all the old moral arguments. No; she couldn't; it would 
be terrible terrible terrible... 

Then Jennifer raised her eyes and studied Aaron's face more closely. As she 
did so she felt all the indignation flowing out of her, vanishing as quickly 
as it had appeared. Instead it was replaced by a deep irresistible desire. 
He was beautiful, she thought; he was the most beautiful man she had ever 
known. He had given her shelter, protection, a beautiful home; in the past 
two weeks he had also given her his friendship. And now he was even ready to 
give her his body. Jennifer felt her face flush with affection; then the 
heat started in her pussy, and she again felt the agonizing needs of sexual 
arousal coursing and throbbing through her loins. Well, she wanted to take 
his body. She desperately wanted to have sex with him, more than anything 
she had ever wanted in her life. 

"Well?" Aaron said. He crinkled his eyes and looked at Jennifer humorously. 
"I'm waiting." 

Jennifer hesitated only a second longer. Then she felt her expression 
breaking down completely, revealing all her desire and arousal. "Oh Aaron!" 
she whimpered happily. She jumped up from the couch and threw herself into 
his body in a passionate embrace. Her lips locked to his and kissed him 
hotly; her fingers immediately began to fumble with his sweater. "Oh yes, 
let's do it now!" 

Jennifer pressed her face into Aaron's chest and hugged him tightly. She 
didn't see his wicked, scheming smile. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Jennifer!" Aaron exclaimed. He widened his eyes, pretending surprise, and 
went through the motions of trying to push her away. "Jennifer, for God's 
sake. I said that I'd have intercourse with you, but I didn't mean that the 
two of us were to fornicate like a couple of animals right here in the 
study! Really, control yourself!" 

"I will not!" Jennifer cried hotly. She threw her arms around Aaron's 
shoulders and showered his face with kisses, eagerly laving her lips around 
his and thrusting her tongue lasciviously into his mouth. Somehow his 
reluctance and restraint made her feel bold and extremely horny, almost as 
if she were in a state of heat. She could feel her pussy crawling stickily 
with the flow of her juices, the pouting, virginal lips throbbing with the 
wanton need for Aaron's stiff, hard cock. "You said you were doing it for 
me, didn't you?" she demanded brazenly. "Well, I'm horny right now!" 

"But Jennifer... " Aaron protested. Then Jennifer straddled him as he sat on 
the couch, planting her knees into the broad firm cushions. She kissed him 
more eagerly than before and shamelessly pounded her hips into his chest, 
lewdly simulating the convulsive motions of fucking. Immediately something 
seemed to change in Aaron's face. His coarse masculine cheeks colored 
slightly, and for the first time a glint of simple sexual lust appeared in 
his eyes. 

"All right, then," Aaron muttered. He wrapped his powerful arms around 
Jennifer's slender shoulders and returned her kisses, thrusting his tongue 
between her small full lips. His hands moved down her back, clasping around 
the plump, peach shaped cheeks of her buttocks through her blue jeans. "I 
guess if you want it that badly I'll just have to give it to you, won't I?" 

"I want you to fuck me, Aaron," Jennifer mewled throatily. The obscenity 
emerged from her lips unconsciously; she blushed briefly as she heard 
herself say it, but her embarrassment was quickly overwhelmed by the 
ravenous needs of her raging genital heat. Jennifer pushed her hand between 
their bodies and groped hungrily for Aaron's cock. Her fingers moved over 
the fabric of his khaki slacks, then touched something stiff and thick and 
very hard. As she felt her first male erection something seemed to give deep 
inside her body. It felt incredibly good against her fingers, just touching 
it; it was so long and thick, and she could actually feel it throbbing. 

"Oh Aaron, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me, right now!" Jennifer whimpered. 
She threw herself even more tightly against his body and laved her wet lips 
wildly over his entire face. Her lithe fingers closed around the throbbing 
shaft of his prick and began to squeeze it luridly, milking it and making 
its meaty stiffness pulse against her hand. Jennifer opened her eyes wide 
and almost gasped. Lisa wasn't a virgin, and she had already described men's 
cocks to her many times, but this felt more incredible than anything she'd 
imagined. It was like a big iron pipe made of flesh, a throbbing monster 
with a mind of its own that could give her more pleasure than she had ever 
dreamed possible. Jennifer moved her other hand between their bodies and 
groped frantically for Aaron's zipper. She pulled it down immediately and 
then tried to reach inside his pants, desperately wanting to release his 
blood engorged member from confinement so she could see and feel and touch 
it in the flesh. 

"Jennifer, please," Aaron said, sounding a little bit shocked. "If you're a 
virgin you really ought to go about this a little more slowly. These things 
take time... one has to be gentle... " 

"I don't want to be gentle!" Jennifer squealed. She pushed her hand into his 
open zipper and searched hungrily for the length of his bloated organ. Her 
fingers touched something that felt like it; when she felt it throb to her 
touch she whimpered insatiably, immediately feeling the pouting lips of her 
moist pussy overflow with the juices of lust. "Give it to me Aaron, please!" 
she moaned huskily. "Oh Aaron, I'm so horny! Please don't make me wait!" 

"All right, all right," Aaron muttered. The flush in his cheeks was redder 
now; he was obviously finding it difficult to control himself as well. He 
pushed Jennifer away from him and quickly began to fumble with his pants. 
Undoing his belt buckle and zipper, he slid both his pants and underwear 
down to his shoetops, leaving himself naked from the waist to the ankles. 
"Okay go ahead then," he whispered. "I'm yours." He sat back down on the 
couch, spread his legs slightly and looked at Jennifer expectantly. 

It took Jennifer several seconds before she could make any kind of response. 
Her eyes widened, and her face flushed luridly with her raging sexual heat; 
immediately ill she felt the intense throbbing within her loins grow 
suddenly more insistent! Aaron's erected cock was the most incredible thing 
she had ever seen. It seemed to rise up out of his wiry pubic hair like a 
length of iron pipe, hard and stiff and pulsing rhythmically against his 
navel. Jennifer ran her eyes hungrily over his organ and instinctively wet 
her lips. She could see every detail of it, for the first time in her life: 
the bulbous, reddish glans, the blue veins that swarmed in a tangle around 
the engorged stalk, the tight sac of his testicles and the translucent trail 
of seminal fluid that dripped luridly from his cum hole, like oil from a 
warm, strong engine. 

"Oh... God, "Jennifer murmured softly. For several seconds she simply 
squatted next to him on the couch and stared hungrily at the meaty length of 
his blood engorged member. Then she slowly leaned forward and lifted her 
hands. She wrapped her fingers tightly around the base and stalk and moaned 
softly as she squeezed it, feeling his male power pulse through her hands 
and make her pussy wetter and wetter with desire. All she could think of was 
how huge it was, how wonderfully long and thick and hard. Jennifer tried to 
imagine what it would feel like when it was impaled in her virginal cunt, 
and the image seemed to overwhelm her completely; she couldn't believe that 
something that big was ever meant to fit into her body. 

"You don't have to stare at me like that, you know," Aaron muttered. He 
studied Jennifer's wide eyed expression and smiled slightly, amused by the 
innocence of her arousal. "I mean, it's only my penis; it's not the eighth 
wonder of the world." 

"Oh... Aaron," Jennifer sighed breathlessly. She leaned further forward over 
his hips and tightened the grip of her hands around his bloated prick, 
groaning wantonly as she felt its meaty thickness throb anxiously against 
her fingers. It felt so good, she thought dreamily; the same words seemed to 
circle endlessly through her mind, like a recurrently flashing neon sign. So 
good... so big and stiff and hard... Suddenly Jennifer realized that she 
wanted to take Aaron's cock into her mouth. Her sodomistic desire surprised 
her, and as she felt it Jennifer had to suppress a blush. Lisa had told her 
all about blow jobs, and Jennifer's first reaction had been that that must 
be one of the most disgusting acts a woman could perform. But now she wanted 
to do it herself. The desire was almost overwhelming. She longed to taste 
his dick, to feel its warm hardness pulsing between her lips and the 
powerful spurts of his semen gushing down her throat. 

"Oh Aaron," Jennifer repeated. She removed her left hand from his erection 
and moved her right down to the base, closing her fingers around the meaty 
trunk and positioning it so that the shaft stood out stiffly from his body. 
Then, before Aaron could do anything to stop her, she lowered her head into 
his lap. Her mouth opened and closed over the mushroom shaped glans of his 
swollen member, clasping her lips wetly around the stalk; a moment later she 
was sucking his cock as hard as she knew how. 

"Jennifer!" Aaron exclaimed loudly. His mouth dropped open in shock, and for 
a second he simply stared speechlessly at the obscene spectacle of her 
pretty, innocent looking face working eagerly over his loins. Then he 
grimaced and tried to pull his hips away from her. "Jennifer in the name of 
God, what do you think you're doing! Stop that right now!" 

"No!" Jennifer cried impudently. "I want to!" She squirmed lasciviously on 
the couch and leaned further over his lap, hungrily trying to get more of 
his dick into her mouth without choking! The thickness of his organ seemed 
to fill her completely; she could feel the spongy head pressing against the 
back of her mouth, her lips stretching almost painfully around the shaft of 
his hard, throbbing erection. Jennifer puckered her cheeks and clasped her 
lips more tightly around the shaft in an effort to increase the suction in 
her throat. She could taste the warm saltiness of his organ against her 
tongue, and every time she felt it throb her pussy seemed to pulse and ache 
in unison, as if the two had somehow become connected. As she continued to 
suck and lick his bloated member Jennifer readjusted the grip of her fingers 
around the base. Then she began to stroke his dick in quick, urgent 
movements, jacking him off at the same time. She had no idea of how she was 
supposed to suck him. Lisa had only mentioned fellatio to her for the first 
time a few days before, and she had never even considered it before then. 
But now she wanted to give Aaron the best blow job he had ever had. 

"Jennifer please; stop this right now," Aaron said. He pushed his hand 
against her forehead and tried to move her head away from his loins. Then 
the irresistible sensations of her sucking seemed to catch up with him. His 
face flushed, and his breathing quickened; as she moved her head hungrily 
over his throbbing shaft Jennifer heard him utter a deep groan. "Stop it, 
Jennifer," Aaron repeated. "Oh... stop it... ohhhhhhhh." But his words no 
longer carried the strength of his resolve behind them. Aaron shuddered and 
closed his eyes and involuntarily relaxed against the couch. His hand moved 
over her forehead to the back of her head; he clutched her long blonde hair 
between his fingers and pulled her mouth further over his stiffened prick. 
Then he gently began to move his hips rhythmically against the couch, 
thrusting his loins into her in the lurid motions of fucking. 

"Oh Aaron; you like it!" Jennifer squealed hotly. She removed her mouth 
momentarily from his cock and smiled up at him adoringly. Then she returned 
her attentions to his erection. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and 
thrust her head down hard over his lap, thus managing to get another half 
inch of his prick between her lips. She could actually feel the length of 
his organ beyond her tonsils now, the swollen, spongy head pulsing luridly 
deep, deep down her throat. Jennifer groaned and puckered her cheeks and 
sucked his cock that much harder. "Am I... doing it right?" she asked, 
burbling the words around the thickness of his erection. "Tell me how to do 
it, Aaron." 

"Oh... oh... ahhhhhhh," Aaron groaned. For a moment he did not appear to 
have heard Jennifer's question. His breathing was unsteady, and his face was 
as red and flushed as if he were having a fit; he seemed completely 
entranced by the force of Jennifer's sucking. Finally he grabbed Jennifer's 
left hand and thrust it between his thighs. "Play with my balls," he 
muttered. "Ohhhh... that's fine... suck it harder! Oh Jennifer... oh Christ, 
suck it! Suck it as hard as you can!" 

"Ummmggghhhhhhh... " Jennifer mewled throatily. She closed her fingers 
around the hairy sac of his testicles and fondled them gently, as if 
coaxingly milking the load of his semen of his bloated balls. His testicles 
felt good too; they were soft and warm and fragile, and as Jennifer felt 
them she felt herself growing even hornier. Aaron was getting hornier as 
well. Jennifer could sense the shaft of his prick growing progressively 
stiffer between her clasping lips. She had no sexual experience with men, 
but it was obvious how aroused he was; she knew it wouldn't be much longer 
before he came. 

Then Jennifer realized that she had to get Aaron to fuck her immediately. 
Beneath her panties her pussy was literally drenched with the flow of her 
juices; her labia were painfully swollen with arousal, and with every 
slightest movement she could feel the pouting lips chafing stickily against 
her erected clitoris. Jennifer groaned around the head of Aaron's organ and 
debated frantically within herself. His cock felt so good inside her mouth; 
she knew he was about to cum, and she could hardly wait to taste his semen, 
spurting wildly down her throat in a creamy white torrent of sperm. But she 
needed him to fuck her even more. 

"Ohhhhhhh... " Jennifer mewled. She opened her mouth and quickly lifted her 
head, letting his cock slide out of her throat. The flesh of his erection 
was all wet and slimy now with her saliva; she could actually see its 
reddish, blue veined thickness glistening in the pale light of the study. 
Jennifer whimpered and squeezed his throbbing cock between her fingers, 
momentarily wondering if she could bear to stop sucking it. Then she stood 
up quickly from the couch. Without removing her eyes from Aaron's bloated 
organ she began to fumble frantically with her belt buckle, trying to remove 
her pants as quickly as possible. 

"Oh... Jennifer," Aaron sighed. He shook his head and stared at her dully, 
obviously still transfixed by the intensity of her blow job. "Jennifer... 
what are you doing?" 

"What do you think I'm doing?" Jennifer replied hotly. She finally managed 
to undo her belt buckle and pull down her zipper. Then in one swift movement 
she kicked off her shoes, pulled down her jeans and panties and stepped out 
of them, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. She knew that 
Aaron could see her legs and pussy now for the first time, but the 
realization did not bother her at all. She didn't feel as embarrassed or 
afraid as she had on the first night with Lisa. Instead she felt purely and 
simply horny; all she could think of was the throbbing length of Aaron's 
engorged member, and how good it would feel to have every inch of it 
thrusting deep inside her body. 

"Jennifer!" Aaron exclaimed. He shook his head and stared blatantly at her 
mouthwatering sixteen year old nakedness. His eyes roamed greedily over her 
long tapering legs, the milk white flesh of her thighs, then centered on the 
fleecy curls of her brown pubic vee and the virginal pink slit beneath it. 
Immediately his cock grew even harder. Jennifer could see it swelling to 
even greater stiffness out of his lap, the swollen, spongy head throbbing 
and twitching luridly against his belly. 

"I want you to fuck me, Aaron," Jennifer mewled shamelessly. Without 
hesitating a second longer she climbed back onto the couch and straddled his 
hips, digging her knees into the cushions to either side of his waist. The 
meaty thickness of his member hovered directly under the pouting lips of her 
moist pussy, in the perfect position to fuck her; as she stared at his cock 
Jennifer could almost feel his engorged organ entering her body already. She 
whimpered hotly, leaned forward and tentatively held the shaft of his prick 
between her thumb and forefinger. "Put it in me, Aaron," she mewled. 
"Awwwwwwww please Aaron, please!" Jennifer grimaced with ravenous passion 
and eagerly rotated her hips, frantically trying to impale her wet cunt on 
the stiffened length of his member. "Fuck me, Aaron. Awwwww please, do it 
now!" 

"Christ," Aaron muttered. He shook his head and blinked his eyes dazedly. 
Then he seemed to recover himself. He wrapped his fingers around the meaty 
thickness of his erection and held it up so that the shaft stood 
perpendicular to his hips. Then he placed his free hand on Jennifer's plump 
ass and gently guided her downwards, pausing as he felt the swollen head of 
his organ touch lightly against the hair fringed lips of her vagina. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Jennifer whimpered. Her face flushed luridly, and her 
nostrils flared wantonly with her animalish arousal. Smiling shamelessly, 
she leaned forward and pressed her hands against Aaron's brawny chest for 
support. She could feel the flesh of his engorged member against her cunt 
now, twitching against the clasping wetness of her labia, and she knew that 
she was finally going to get what she needed. Jennifer took a deep breath 
and closed her eyes. Then she slowly, achingly lowered her buttocks, 
gradually impaling her vagina on the blue-veined length of his meaty 
erection. 

"Unh!" Aaron grunted. He grimaced and rolled his head lewdly against the 
back of the couch. His expression was wild and eager and feverish. All the 
shyness and formality seemed to have left his character completely, 
displaced by the guttural demands of his lust. "Ahhhh, yes," he moaned. He 
placed his hands on Jennifer's hips and guided her gurgling pussy down over 
his throbbing member, wincing as he felt the stiffness of his organ bathing 
in the clinging tightness of her virgin cunt. "Harder," he muttered. "Oh 
yeah... yeah that's good! Unh! Harder!" 

"Unh unh unnnggghhhhhhh!" Jennifer whimpered hotly. She gasped and looked 
down her bosom at Aaron's engorged member. She could see its swollen 
thickness buried in her hair fringed fissure, the circumference of his dick 
chafing against her clitoris and stretching her tight lips to the bursting 
point. Something in the obscene spectacle made Jennifer even hornier. 
Groaning, she raised her hips slightly and then furiously drove them 
downwards, forcibly trying to thrust the length of his organ into her cunt 
all at once. Immediately a wave of pain coursed through her loins, but 
Jennifer ignored it; she knew her pussy was so wet that it wouldn't hurt for 
very long. 

"Fuck me, Aaron," Jennifer moaned throatily. "Oh... ohhhhh, fuck me!" She 
contracted the cheeks of her peach shaped buttocks and continued to slide 
her vaginal sheath relentlessly over Aaron's blood engorged member. As she 
did so her breathing quickened, and she felt her face and neck flush with 
her mounting passion. It felt so good, she thought; it felt even better than 
sucking him. His cock was huge, but it hardly hurt her at all. Instead it 
just gave her pleasure, the pleasure of being filled up for the first time 
by a man's stiffened prick. Jennifer groaned and then shamelessly began to 
buck her hips, eagerly trying to force more and more of his bloated organ 
between her tight vaginal lips. She could feel it boring into her now, the 
big thick shaft of his cock thrusting up her pussy to the very depths of her 
womb. And she wanted more of it; she wanted as much of his dick as she could 
possibly get. "Awwwwwwwwww-wwww!" Jennifer whimpered. "Fuck me... oh God yes 
yes yes! Fuck me!" 

"Oh Jesus," Aaron muttered. He grimaced and dug his hands savagely into her 
lithe naked hips, making the ivory smooth skin welt red under his fingers. 
Jennifer could feel his cock pulsing angrily inside her now, its meaty 
thickness throbbing so wildly that she wondered if he might cum inside her 
at any moment. Wincing, Aaron lifted his buttocks off the couch and seemed 
to tighten all his muscles at once. Then in one savage thrust he rammed his 
bloated, swollen prick into Jennifer's hair fringed pussy, burying his cock 
completely inside her. 

"Unnnggghhhhh!" Jennifer grunted. Her face flushed crimson, and she winced 
briefly as she felt the walls of her cuntal sheath being stretched painfully 
apart. Then her vagina adjusted to the enormous size of his member. Jennifer 
smiled with obscene pleasure and let herself relax on top of him. For a 
moment she remained there without moving at all, moaning softly as she 
savored the turgid stiffness of his organ throbbing deep inside her body. 
She was sure she had never been so sexually excited in her life. Her pussy 
was dripping wet, her clitoris was hard and erect; beneath her work shirt 
she could feel her protuberant nipples distending stiffly against the lacy 
fabric of her brassiere. Jennifer leaned forward and wrapped her slender 
arms around Aaron's neck. She kissed him hotly and adoringly, thrusting her 
tongue deep into his mouth in gratitude for the pleasure his cock was giving 
her. Then she slowly but surely began to work her nimble buttocks over his 
hips, eagerly fucking her pussy with the stiff, satisfying shaft of his 
erection. 

"Unggh... that's right, baby, that's right," Aaron muttered. He pulled his 
face away from Jennifer's wet lips and stared down between their bodies, 
salaciously admiring the lurid spectacle of his blue veined organ sliding 
rhythmically into her cunt. "Harder, Jennifer," he groaned. He dug his 
fingers again into her hips and began to aid her in her rhythm, forcing her 
hair fringed fissure more and more quickly over his bloated dick. "Oh Jesus 
you're so tight, Jennifer! Unhh! Harder! Harder!" 

"Oh Aaron! Awwwww God it feels so good!" Jennifer whimpered. She gasped and 
flushed and continued to work her buttocks eagerly over him, sighing 
contentedly as more and more of his blood engorged member stabbed into the 
clasping wetness of her vagina. Her loins were literally crawling now with 
her raging genital heat; she could feel the insistent pulsing deep inside 
her body, the erected bud of her clitoris chafing agonizingly against the 
upperside of Aaron's dick again and again, and she knew it would not be much 
longer before she had her orgasm. "Harder Aaron!" Jennifer mewled. She 
flared her nostrils and began to gyrate her small girlish hips over his 
loins with all the feminine strength she could muster, needfully pounding 
her gurgling slit into the stabbing impalement of his member. "Awwwwwwww yes 
yes fuck me harder! Unggghhhhhhh! It feels so good awww-wwww fuck me! Fuck 
me!" 

"Ahhhhhhh," Aaron sighed. He grinned with sensualistic pleasure and 
continued to stare at his meaty organ thrusting into Jennifer's cunt. Then 
he raised his eyes and stared at her bosom. Suddenly he seemed to become 
transfixed by her breasts. As Jennifer bobbed rhythmically over him they 
swayed and shook lewdly under her work shirt; her breasts were so large and 
firm that the brassiere could barely hold them. Aaron leered at her chest 
and raised his hands to her shirt. He undid the buttons as quickly as he 
could and then slid it off her shoulders as he continued to fuck her. Then 
he reached behind her back for the clasp of her brassiere. The enormous 
globes of Jennifer's mouthwatering tits burst forth in all their naked 
glory, jiggling and shaking with every small movement of her body. Aaron 
smiled feverishly and fondled them with his hands, digging his fingers 
pleasurably into the soft, resilient, spongy flesh of Jennifer's bosom. Then 
he leaned forward and opened his mouth. His lips encircled Jennifer's right 
areola and the stiff, distended tip of her teat; he closed his mouth around 
it and began to suck it hungrily, chewing and licking the sensitive pink 
flesh as if he expected to draw milk. 

That was more than Jennifer could bear. As soon as Aaron's lips closed 
around her nipple she felt a hot flush of arousal course from her loins to 
her bosom, as if the two had been connected by an electric impulse. Then her 
lower back instinctively tightened and she knew she was about to cum. 

"Awwww Aaron! Fuck me Aaron, fuck me!" Jennifer squealed hotly. She threw 
her arms around his neck and embraced him needfully, wanting his whole body 
as close to hers as possible for her orgasm. She could feel the spasms 
beginning now, throbbing deep inside her body. Her clitoris ached with her 
ravenous need, the walls of her cuntal sheath contracted tightly around the 
meaty stiffness of Aaron's erection. Groaning and grunting, Jennifer 
tightened the cheeks of her ass and began to writhe her body over his in a 
wanton frenzy of lust, furiously fucking her cunt with the blue veined 
stiffness of his bloated member. "Fuck me Aaron!" she whimpered. 
"Ungggghhhhhh! Fuck me Aaron, I'm cummming! Ungggghhhh! Harder Aaron! Fuck 
me harder, I can feel it! Awwwwwwwww! Harder, do it harder! Awwwwwwwwww! 
AWWWWWWWWW FUCK ME I'M CUMMING! UNGG-HHHHHH! I'M CUMMING AARON! AW-WWWW 
AWWWWWWW... I'm CU-UUUUUUMMMMIIIIIING MMMMMMI-IIINNNNGGGG... " The 
satisfying contractions of orgasm coursed through Jennifer's loins again and 
again and again. She could feel the muscles of her pussy clasping feverishly 
around his swollen dick, instinctively trying to draw every inch of his 
meaty thickness inside her body. Jennifer mewled girlishly and clung to 
Aaron's body as if she were drowning. Then, finally, the spasms began to 
fade within her. A deep, satisfied flush covered Jennifer's face. Her 
nostrils flared animalishly, and her lips curled into a pleased smile. 

"Oh Aaron!" Jennifer squealed happily. She lifted his head and looked 
adoringly into his eyes and then leaned forward to kiss him. "Oh Aaron, it 
was beautiful! Thank you so... " 

"Why don't you look behind you?" Aaron interrupted. 

Jennifer pulled back her head and looked inquisitively at Aaron's face. As 
she did so her forehead wrinkled with worry, and she felt the first 
intimations of fear beginning to knot in her belly. There was something in 
his expression that she had never seen before. His eyes were wide and awake, 
but they were not gentle and loving at all, as she had expected. Instead 
they seemed to glow with a cold, ruthless fever, like the eyes of a 
psychotic on the verge of murder. 

"Aaron!" Jennifer exclaimed fearfully. "What is it!? What's wrong?" 

"I said," Aaron repeated calmly, "why don't you look behind you?" 

Jennifer held Aaron's face between her hands and studied his expression a 
moment longer. Then she slowly turned her head towards the door. When she 
saw what Aaron was looking at her breath caught hard in her throat, and her 
mouth dropped open as if someone had hit her over the head with a club. For 
a moment she couldn't believe her eyes. Then she felt her eyes widening, and 
she knew that the first suspicions she had had upon arriving at Redfield 
House were correct all the long. 

It was Aaron's cousin, Kenneth. He was standing in the doorway with his arms 
folded across his chest, staring at the obscene spectacle on the couch and 
grinning with voyeuristic pleasure. His only article of clothing was a 
terrycloth bathrobe. The front of it had formed into a tent: it was obvious 
that his cock was extremely hard. 

"Hello, Jennifer," Kenneth said calmly. He raised his eyes to her face and 
smiled almost politely. Then he stepped forward and quickly pulled off his 
bathrobe. Beneath it he was absolutely naked. The stiff shaft of his prick 
stood out from his pubic hair like a thick length of iron pipe. Jennifer 
realized that it was even harder than Aaron's; it was also even bigger. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Kenneth," Jennifer said softly. She parted her lips and stared speechlessly 
at the blood engorged shaft of his organ. He was standing only a few feet 
away from her, and she could see every detail of it: the reddish, mushroom 
shaped head, the welter of blue veins running up the shaft and the sac of 
his testicles drawn tightly along the underside of his prick. As she looked 
at it Kenneth's cock throbbed before her eyes, and for the first time 
Jennifer that he was going to fuck her, whether she wanted to or not. Her 
eyes widened further; she felt a knot of fear begin to grow in the pit of 
her stomach. 

"Aaron, what is this?" Jennifer asked softly. She turned her head slowly 
back to him and looked at him questioningly. "What's going on?" 

"It's for your own good, Jennifer," Aaron said. His lips curled into a 
leering, expectant grin. He moved his hands quickly from her breasts to the 
sides of her waist; then he dug his fingers savagely into her milk white 
flesh, making it impossible for her to move away from him. "I mean, you 
haven't really been initiated into the family yet, if you know what I mean. 
It has to happen sometime. It happened to Lisa, and it happened to all the 
girls before her. Now it's going to happen to you." 

"What's going to happen to me?" Jennifer asked fearfully. She shuddered and 
looked wildly back and forth between them, vainly hoping for some sign of 
sympathy or human compassion. But there was nothing of the kind. Instead 
their faces showed only a sadistic, expectant pleasure and a vague sense of 
contempt. Jennifer narrowed her eyes and looked back at Aaron. "Aaron, what 
are you talking about?" she demanded. She felt her voice quavering, and she 
bit her lip in an effort to control her mounting hysteria. "You sound... you 
sound like you've actually been planning this! What are you going to do to 
me?!?!?!" 

"We've been planning it," Aaron replied quietly. "We've been planning it all 
along." 

Suddenly Aaron's lips curled into a broad, feverishly wicked grin. Before 
Jennifer could do anything to stop him he lifted his hands from her hips and 
folded his arms across the center of her back. His cock remained impaled 
within the clasping wetness of her hair fringed pussy; Jennifer could feel 
it throbbing deep inside her body, and now it seemed harder than ever 
before, as if the mere idea of what he was about to do excited him 
tremendously. Aaron flexed his arms and pulled Jennifer's torso tightly 
against his, involuntarily forcing her to arch her back and lift her 
rounded, naked buttocks cheeks provocatively over his hips. 

"Okay, Kenneth!" Aaron said loudly. "Come on and do it to her!" He returned 
his eyes to Jennifer and smiled malevolently. "You're going to love this, 
honey," he said softly. "Believe me, once you get used to it you're going to 
love every single stroke!" 

"What?!" Jennifer squealed. Her face began to color with her growing fear; 
all the muscles of her body seemed to constrict at once, and she felt the 
walls of her vagina clamp tightly, around the meaty stiffness of Aaron's 
organ. "What are you talking about? Aaron, what is going on?!" Jennifer 
whirled her head and tried to meet Kenneth with her eyes. "Kenneth, don't do 
this to me," she whispered pleadingly. "Please, Kenneth... I haven't done 
anything to you... don't hurt me like this!" Kenneth only smiled cruelly in 
response. "Sorry, Jennifer," he said huskily. "Can't disobey my cousin's 
orders. He's older than me, remember?" 

"What orders?" Jennifer demanded. "What are you talking about?!" 

"You'll find out," Kenneth said. He grinned knowingly and then padded naked 
across the room, stopping next to the couch. His eyes roamed hungrily over 
the mouthwatering curves of her voluptuous body, and as he stared at her 
Kenneth seemed to grow progressively more aroused; over her shoulder 
Jennifer could see the blue veined thickness of his member twitching stiffly 
against his belly, as if he were ready to cum at any moment. 

"Yeah, you'll find out," Kenneth repeated. But his voice had already 
changed. It was huskier now, less intent; his expression was as preoccupied 
as if he were entranced. Kenneth stood behind Jennifer and lifted his hands 
slowly to her slender waist. He moved them slowly down her hips and then dug 
his fingers into the peach shaped cheeks of her ivory smooth buttocks. As he 
did so the intensity returned momentarily to his expression; his lips spread 
in a feverishly lustful grin, and his eyes flared with arousal. Kenneth dug 
his fingers harder and harder into Jennifer's ass cheeks, making the milk 
white skin welt red against his hands. Then he drew them roughly apart, 
exposing the puckered ring of her virgin anus. 

"Kenneth!" Jennifer shrieked. She grimaced in terror and tried for the first 
time to writhe herself free of the stabbing impalement of Aaron's erection. 
But it was impossible. Aaron's arms were clasped relentlessly around his 
back, and she knew she was powerless to resist them. Suddenly Jennifer felt 
horribly alone and afraid. They were men; they were bigger and stronger than 
her; they could do absolutely anything to her that they wanted. Jennifer 
turned her head and again tried to meet Kenneth's stare, begging him with 
her eyes to leave her alone. "Kenneth, please," she whimpered softly. "I 
don't know what you're going to do, but whatever it is please, don't... " 

"I'm going to fuck you," Kenneth interrupted crudely. He studied the small, 
pink sphincter of her asshole and grinned feverishly. Then he pushed his 
hand into the sizzling cleft of her buttocks. He touched the ring of her 
rectum with his finger and thrust it hard into her anus, burying it 
completely into the clasping warmth of her bowel tract. "Yeah, I'm going to 
fuck you," he repeated, emphasizing the obscenity and moving his finger 
lustfully within her rubbery rectum. "I'm going to fuck you up the ass!" 

"Ungggghhhh! Kenneth!" Jennifer shrieked. She grunted forcibly with the 
foreign sensation and fell heavily forward into Aaron's body. For a moment 
Kenneth's gesture was so guttural to her that she was unable to understand 
what he intended to do. Then her eyes widened to the size of golf balls, and 
for the first time she felt a wave of truly hysterical fear envelope her 
body. He was going to sodomize her. He was going to rape her anally; he was 
going to fuck her there!" 

"Awwwwww! Stop it, stop it, noooo... " Jennifer bellowed. Her face contorted 
in terror, and she began to struggle furiously to free herself from the 
stabbing impalement of Aaron's member. But there was nothing she could do. 
His cock was buried completely inside her cunt, his arms were wrapped 
tightly around her body; she might as well have been lost in the grip of 
some terrible machine. Jennifer gritted her teeth and whimpered as she felt 
her eyes beginning to fill with tears of shame and embarrassment. She was 
painfully aware of Kenneth's finger in her rectum, and the touch humiliated 
her. The walls of her anus contracted tightly around it, as if her body were 
instinctively trying to repel the foreign invasion; already she sensed that 
the sodomistic ravishment would be the most painful thing she had ever 
known. "Awwwww noooo!" Jennifer squealed. She lifted her arms and flailed 
them helplessly against Aaron's chest. "No no noooo! Awwww stop it! It 
hurts! Please let me alooooone!!" 

But Kenneth ignored her completely. For a few seconds longer he continued to 
work his finger savagely through her rubbery rectum, grinning as he felt her 
small anal sphincter loosening gradually to his touch. Then he pulled his 
finger out of her reeking bowel tract. He dug his hands into the milk white 
flesh of her hips to either side of her ass and steadied himself behind her, 
putting himself in the perfect position to ravage her asshole. Against her 
neck Jennifer could feel his breath, hot and rapid and steady; Kenneth was 
obviously much too excited to stop now, no matter what she said to him. His 
fingers dug into her buttocks and again parted the cheeks of her ass. A 
moment later Jennifer felt the head of his spongy prick press luridly into 
the fleshy lips of her rectum. 

"Unggghhhh! No, no, stop!" Jennifer shrieked. She grimaced and wriggled her 
hips as hard as she could, vainly trying to pull herself away from Kenneth's 
twitching, throbbing prick. "Don't! You'll hurt, me with it, arrrggghhhh no 
no no! Leave me alone!" 

"You'll love it, baby," Kenneth whispered. "You're really going to love it." 
He grinned down at her helplessly struggling body and grinned feverishly. 
Then he felt the rubbery muscles of her rectum contract reflexively around 
the tip of his dick, and an irresistible tremor of lust filled his loins. 
Kenneth leaned far over Jennifer's body and gripped her hips as hard as he 
could. Then he luridly contracted the lean shells of his buttocks, slowly, 
achingly driving the throbbing length of his blood engorged member into the 
forbidden warmth of her asshole. 

"Unnnnggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Jennifer grunted. Her face flushed almost crimson, 
and her lips drew back animalishly over her pearl white teeth. For a few 
seconds it didn't hurt at all. She could feel Kenneth's massive erection 
boring into her rectum, stretching the virgin walls of her bowel tract to 
the bursting point, but at first the only sensation it caused was a dull, 
insistent throbbing that was almost pleasurable. Then Kenneth moved quickly 
behind her, eagerly burying over half of his meaty thickness into the 
rubbery grip of her anus. Immediately Jennifer's breath caught in her 
throat, and her expression contorted into pure agony. The first painful 
spasms emanated from deep inside her loins and quickly filled her whole 
body; she could feel it hurting terribly now, the huge bloated stiffness of 
his organ overwhelming her helpless body completely. 

"Awwwwwwwrrrgggghhhhh!" Jennifer bellowed. She winced and bit down hard on 
her lower lip, struggling as hard as she could to suppress the pain. "Stop 
it, right now! Awwwwww Kenneth! Awwrrrrgggghhhhhh you're killing me! Take it 
out! Take it out of me, awwwww please, take it out now!" 

"Ahhhhhhhhh," Kenneth sighed. He paused and grinned down at the lurid 
spectacle of his meaty erection resting within the distended lips of her 
puckered sphincter. Jennifer could feel the walls of her rectum clasping 
reflexively around Kenneth's cock, and she knew inwardly how much pleasure 
she was giving him in spite of herself. "Oh Jesus," Kenneth groaned. He 
winced and began to revolve his hips in a circular motion, gradually inching 
more and more of his prick into her bowels. "It's so tight... 
unggggghhhhhh... so fucking tight!" Kenneth grunted and fell heavily across 
Jennifer's back. He ran his arms up her bare stomach and lewdly clasped his 
palms around the swaying gloves of her overripe breasts, hungrily milking 
the resilient flesh of her mammaries with his fingers. Then with one savage 
thrust he bucked his hips forward completely, furiously driving every inch 
of his throbbing prick into the depths of her forbidden orifice. 

"Unnnggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Jennifer grunted. For a moment the pain was so intense 
that she could barely breathe. The length and thickness of his organ filled 
her rectum completely, stretching the walls of her virgin anus to the point 
of bursting. Jennifer whimpered and let her head rest against Aaron's chest. 
It was agonizing, but there was nothing she could do about it anymore. All 
her strength had been exhausted; she could hardly move. Jennifer started to 
open her mouth in another effort to beg Kenneth to leave her alone, but then 
stopped herself. It was pointless. All she could do now was lie there while 
he savagely raped her asshole, taking his pleasure in her bowels as if she 
had no more feelings than an alleyway dog. 

"Oh, yeeeaahhhhhh," Kenneth groaned wantonly. He gasped and sighed heavily, 
savoring the clasping warmth of Jennifer's rectum encircling his blood 
engorged member. Then he quickly began to buck his hips rhythmically behind 
her, furiously driving the stiffened length of his prick repeatedly into her 
puckered ring. "Come on, Aaron," he muttered. "She's ready. 

Fuck her! Fuck her good and hard!" Immediately Jennifer felt Aaron's body 
come alive beneath her. His hands tightened around her back, and his hips 
began to move against her belly. Then she again felt the blue veined 
stiffness of his prick sliding through the pouting lips of her moist pussy, 
fucking her in perfect unison with his cousin's dick in her asshole. 
Jennifer whimpered and closed her eyes; the only hope she had left was that 
she would somehow be able to pass out. They were both fucking her at once 
now, stabbing the hard shaft of their two pronged cock lustfully into her 
curvaceous young body, and it didn't feel good at all. Instead it simply 
felt humiliating; with every jarring thrust Jennifer felt herself reminded 
that she amounted to nothing more in their eyes than a mindless sexual 
slave. Jennifer whimpered shamefully and rested her head against Aaron's 
brawny chest, helplessly sobbing out hot tears of embarrassment. It'd be 
over soon, she thought wildly. They had to finish eventually. And when they 
did she'd run far far away... 

"Ungggghhhhhh! Fucking Jesus Christ!" Kenneth muttered. He gasped 
lasciviously and shook his head wildly back and forth across his shoulder 
blades, almost unable to bear the incredible tightness of Jennifer's bowel 
tract. "So fucking tight," he muttered. "I can't stand it; I'm gonna cum! 
Harder, Aaron! Fuck her really hard!" 

Obediently Aaron began to gyrate his hips wildly on the couch, hammering his 
meaty erection into her hair fringed pussy in short, jarring strokes. Then 
both of them were fucking her in an animalistic frenzy of lust, tapping all 
the raw masculine power they had between them. Jennifer groaned with 
humiliation and slowly let her knees slide off the edge of the couch, 
splaying herself naked and helpless between them. She could feel them 
fucking her savagely now, hammering their blood gorged cocks into her body 
with all the strength they had, and she knew she was unable to resist them. 
There was nothing she could do, she thought. Her face contorted with shame, 
and she began to sob loudly against Aaron's chest. Nothing she could do, she 
thought; the words seemed to circle endlessly through her brain. Nothing 
nothing nothing... 

Then Jennifer suddenly realized how much she was actually beginning to like 
it. At first the sensations of pleasure were almost foreign to her. She 
could feel that the sheath of her rectum had adjusted to the throbbing 
thickness of Kenneth's member, and she knew that the dull, almost 
pleasurable spasms she had felt at first had returned. Then what was almost 
pleasure became very pleasurable all at once, more delicious and satisfying 
than anything she had ever known. Jennifer gasped and flushed and poised 
motionless between them, disbelievingly listening to the sensations that 
arose mutinously from her own body. It did feel good now, she thought 
wonderingly; it felt better than anything she had ever had in her life. The 
swollen stiffness of Kenneth's cock filled her asshole to the point of 
bursting, deliciously stretching and hammering through the rubbery grip of 
her bowels. At the same time Aaron's prick felt stiffer than it had ever 
been before; Jennifer could sense it seeming to grow inside her loins, 
pulsing and throbbing and thrusting again and again into the hair fringed 
slit of her gurgling cunt. A deep, convulsive shudder coursed reflexively 
through Jennifer's body. She felt her nipples distend stiffly against the 
hairs of Aaron's chest, and she felt the muscles of her pussy and asshole 
contract at once around the blue veined stiffness of the two pronged cock, 
as if to draw both their dicks further into her body. Then Jennifer moaned 
throatily and began to gently writhe her body between them, eagerly trying 
to get as much of their hard cocks into her body as she possibly could. 

"She likes it now," Aaron said knowingly. He studied Jennifer's flushed, 
feverish expression and grinned wickedly from ear to ear. Then he dug his 
hands sharply into her hips and fucked her that much harder, pounding his 
engorged member into her hair fringed fissure so hard that the couch shook 
noisily beneath them. "Yea, she loves it!" he grunted hoarsely. "Harder, 
Kenneth. Oh God! HARDER!" 

Obediently Kenneth moved his hips insistently behind Jennifer's jiggling 
buttocks, driving his stiffened organ deeper and deeper into the puckered 
ring of her anus. "Unngggggghhhhhh!" Jennifer whimpered. Her nostrils flared 
animalishly with arousal, and for a moment her whole face seemed locked in 
an expression of agonized desire. Then her muscles loosened, and a shameless 
smile of sexual pleasure spread from ear to ear. "Awwwwwww fuck me!" she 
squealed hotly. She pushed her knees into the edge of the couch for support 
and began to pound her lithe hips frantically between them, eagerly trying 
to get as much of their cocks as she could. "Awwwwwww yes yes I'm going to 
cum! Unggggghhhh! Fuck me Kenneth, fuck my asshole! Harder! Unh unh unh fuck 
me harder I'm going to cum! Awwwwwwwww awwwwwwwww-aw-wwwwwwwwwwww..." 

"Ahhhhhhh," Kenneth sighed. Suddenly his whole body locked in a tight, 
shuddering knot behind Jennifer's wildly moving buttocks. His breathing 
quickened against the nape of her neck, and she felt the blue veined 
thickness of his organ grow momentarily to absolute stiffness in her ravaged 
bowels. Then the enormous load of his seminal fluid gushed furiously from 
his twitching cock. It was the first time a man had ever cum inside her 
body, and there was more of his sperm than Jennifer had ever imagined it was 
possible to emit. It spurted endlessly inside her asshole, again and again 
and again; she felt it fill her anal sheath completely and then splurt 
obscenely out of her sphincter, running in a creamy white stream down the 
backs of her thighs. 

That was more than Jennifer could take. As Kenneth orgasmed inside her 
rectum her mind seemed to be overwhelmed with the utter obscenity of the 
sodomistic ravishment. Then she realized that it was the obscenity itself 
that excited her. Jennifer groaned heavily and collapsed momentarily on 
Aaron's chest. She could feel her orgasm building inside her. Her nipples 
were stiff and hard with desire; the muscles of her back were taut, and the 
stiff bud of her clitoris chafed achingly against the shaft of Aaron's 
prick. Groaning and grunting, Jennifer threw her arms around his neck and 
pressed herself needfully against her body. Then she lowered her hips as 
hard as she could, desperately trying to get every inch of his massive dick 
inside her pussy for her orgasm. 

"Awwwwwwwww Aaron!" she whimpered. "Fuck me Aaron, I'm cumming! 
Ungggghhhhhh! Unnngggghh-hhhhhh fuck me on God fuck me, fuck me harder! 
Nnnnnngggggghhhhhh! UNNN-GGGGHHHHHH! HARDER AARON HARDER, I'M GOING TO CUM! 
AW-WWWW THERE THERE I'M CUMMING! NNNNGGGGHHHH YES I'M 
CUUU-MMMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGGGGG... " For what felt like hours Jennifer remained 
poised over Aaron's twitching prick, gasping as the orgasmic contractions 
coursed deliciously through her loins in an endless consummation of her 
lust. Then her lips curled in an utterly satisfied smile, and she relaxed 
completely on top of his body. She could still feel his bloated thickness 
pounding away through her gurgling cunt, and the realization filled her only 
with pride; she knew she loved Aaron now, and she wanted to give him as much 
pleasure as her body had to offer. A thousand thoughts seemed to race 
through her mind, but she was too exhausted to articulate any of them. All 
she could think of was how good she felt, how every pore in her loins seemed 
to tingle with the wanton fulfillment of her lust. Her first suspicions had 
been wrong all the time. Aaron and Kenneth had made her happy, and that was 
the only thing that mattered. Jennifer smiled dreamily and closed her eyes. 
Her six months at Redfield House weren't going to be so bad after all. 


THE END
