Jody stood out on the hot sidewalk thumbing a ride. Normally she wouldn't have hitchhiked by herself. There was no telling what kind of weirdo might offer her a ride, especially in Los Angeles: Kook Capital of the World. This was her first exception, and it wasn't entirely her doing. The fact was her roommate and cousin, Sue Hendrix, had let her down once again. And that's why she was standing on the sidewalk by herself, becoming more and more aware of the eyes looking at her; the eyes staring from behind windshields at her young, innocent body; the eyes glaring, exploring, caressing. She could feel them on her skin and on her clothes, probing through her floppy chambray work-shirt and her snugly fitting blue jeans, piercing through to the flimsy bikini she wore underneath, next to her warm flesh.
She could feel the eyes on her very skin, and they made her feel hotter and hotter with every passing minute.
There were several good reasons why Jody managed to attract all those passing eyes. For one, she had long and shapely legs which were made to look even sexier by the sheath of her slightly faded jeans; her thighs were long and full, yet delightfully curved, and from there on down-and perhaps in between as well-one could guess that few flaws marred the perfectly proportioned limbs. Her extremely curvaceous hips were visible in a kind of half-profile to passing drivers which left no doubt as to their firmness, their fullness, and their youthfulness. She was built, no doubt about it, and more than any other single attention-getting feature it was Jody's high, mound-like breasts which were attracting all the looks.
The final element-and, for some girl watching specialists, the most important-was her face. She had good skin, bright blue eyes, a pert nose, and a full, pink mouth. Her hair was a darkish blonde, but it hung straight and clean down to her shoulders and served as a perfect frame for her lovely countenance.
If one looked very closely, one would have been able to see a very annoyed, almost angry look in her eyes.
That's because Jody was thinking some rather angry thoughts. Damn that Sue! she was saying to herself. Copping out on me again, and just when I needed her too! It's always like that with her. She's a taker, that's all-and she can never think of anybody else! She couldn't give a damn that I'm standing here hitching all by myself with all those men-staring at me! That bitch!
The hitchhiking was merely the latest in a long series of problems between Jody and her cousin.
This was the day Jody had to leave her car in the garage to be fixed, and the deal had been that they'd both call in sick at work and then spend the day together at the beach. Sue had promised to go along, but last night she had withdrawn the offer on the pretext that she had an urgent appointment right after work.
In the morning Jody had decided to go ahead with her plans and the hell with Sue. The car really needed fixing and the mechanic was about as available as the President of the United States. To cancel her appointment and "do it some other time" (as Sue had so selfishly suggested)
was really too much trouble. Besides, Jody was getting really fed up with Sue; the idea of depending on her self-centered cousin for anything, even a measly ride to the beach, was becoming increasingly repugnant.
Damn it, Jody thought as she wiped perspiration off her forehead, if only it wasn't so hot. I know I've only been here a few minutes, but it seems like hours. . .
Suddenly her heart jumped inside her chest: a car was actually slowing down and pulling over to the curb. The car was a fairly new model, but as she peeked inside Jody noticed how seedy it looked, with all sorts of papers and clothes over the back seat and the rear window-ledge. The driver rolled down the window, leaned across the front seat and smiled.
"Where are you headed?" he asked.
"Down to the beach!" she replied with a smile. She stood expectantly, leaning over and letting her hair fall down over her face. She was waiting for him to invite her in or open the door.
But he didn't do anything, just kept staring and licking his lips. He vas a middle-aged guy wearing work clothes, and he was built on the beefy side. He kept looking down into her blouse and then up at her eyes and then back down again, and after a few moments he said, "How about going up to my place, huh?"
She backed away from the door instantly, shocked. "What? No, no! Huh-thanks a lot, but no!"
He didn't insist, merely shrugged and pulled away from the curb.
Of course Jody felt tremendously relieved as she watched the car move out. She observed it out of the corner of her eye, not wanting to give the impression that she might be interested after all. And suddenly she realized she was much hotter than she'd been a few moments before. Her whole body felt flushed. Her heart was pounding with a mixture of shock, fear, and surprise.
I'd better go back home right now, she thought. I could get into trouble doing this, real trouble. . . Or maybe I should take the bus, except that it takes so damn long!
But before she had a chance to make up her mind one way or the other, another car stopped at the curb. It was some car! One of those big, imported luxury models. It was very shiny, with a deep maroon paint job, and there wasn't a scratch anywhere on the body, or even a speck of dust. The front door swung quietly open without the driver making the slightest move. He merely turned toward her and pointed to the seat next to him with a casual flick of the hand.
She made up her mind quickly. No way I can get into trouble in this boat! Jody thought. Wow, it's really fabulous! She slid into the front seat smoothly and felt herself sink into the thick, leather upholstery. Everything about the car was luxurious: the doorhandle, the dashboard, the carpeting- And the driver.
"Looks like you're going to the beach," he said smoothly. "Just the right day for it. Just beautiful." He turned toward her and smiled the whitest smile in the world.
She gasped, not knowing what to say. He was one of the handsomest men she had ever seen: a strong, tanned face, well-cut hair graying at the temples, powerful hands, a slim body. The clothes he wore were casual but obviously expensive: a light canvas safari jacket over a colorful sport shirt, bell-bottom slacks made out of paper-thin material, tennis shoes without socks. He looked like a movie star and Jody began to feel a whole flock of butterflies racing around inside her stomach.
"Yes-I-I am," she gasped finally, struggling with each word.
"You're very pretty. What's your name?"
She felt herself beginning to blush again, only this time it was different. There was no shock or fear or surprise; only the warmth bubbling within as the result of his smooth, unforced compliment. "Thank you," she said. "I'm Jody."
"That's very nice. How old are you?"
"Twenty-three."
"You look younger," he said, chuckling softly. "But that's all right."
She laughed. "Thank you!" And then she blushed some more.
"Do you always blush like that?"
"Oh, no!" she said quickly, feeling very silly and childish all at once. "I guess I'm a little bit shook up, that's all. I-I just had a scary experience."
"What's the matter, did the guy who stopped before me proposition you?"
"Why, yes!" Jody cried in surprise. She was suddenly ^embarrassed at having been so easily discovered. "How did you-guess?"
"Well, it was pretty obvious. On this section of the Boulevard, you can expect just about anything. It's known for pick-ups, and not just for rides, either!"
"I didn't know!" she said quickly. "I hope you don't think-" "Relax, baby," he said casually. "It doesn't matter what I think. What do you think?"
"About what?"
He looked at her and smiled. "About sex. About getting into a car with a stranger. About all that, you know?"
Jody's heart began thumping again. What is he talking about? she thought. Is this the only thing men have on their minds? What's he leading up to?
She was suddenly aware of the soft strains of music emanating from speakers behind the seat. Everything felt peculiar all at once. The car was floating, it seemed. The music was barely audible, the driver so cool and confident. Yet within Jody's mind the clash of ideas was the total opposite: rough, loud, uptight, insecure.
When the words finally came out, it was as if someone else were talking. "I just don't know," she began. "Sex is-something I'm very afraid of, I guess. I've never, ah-hitchhiked before. I'm a-I'm-" "Am I upsetting you?" he asked with concern. "Are you still worried about being propositioned?"
"I said I don't know!" she cried in annoyance. "I mean, why does everybody have to get on my back about it? My roommate, my boy friend-everybody's pushing! What's wrong with waiting until you're married, huh?"
"Oh?" A note of curiosity crept into the driver's voice. "You mean to tell me that you're a virgin, is that it?"
"Yes, that's right!" Jody replied adamantly. Suddenly she caught herself. My God! I don't even know his name and I'm telling him all about myself. I'd better stop before it's too late . . .
"Well now, that's what I really call interesting!" His voice was livelier all at once. Much of the coolness had gone out of it. He turned toward Jody and his eyes were bright. "A virgin, eh? Well now, that's unusual. Twenty-three? A beautiful girl like you still a virgin?" He shook his head from side to side and chuckled nervously. "In this day and age, that's hard to believe ..."
Jody was looking out the car window at the storefronts on the Boulevard. She gulped at what she was seeing, then said, "Why should it be? I think I'm normal, but it's no wonder there are so many sick people around. Look at these obscene signs: 'Girls, Girls, Girls! Naked delights! ' I mean, really ... And look at that movie marquee! Why, it's embarrassing just to read the title!"
He laughed. "You mean, 'Masturbation Galore' and 'Sisters of Lesbos' ?"
She blushed and averted her eyes from the disturbing sights. "Yes, yes! It's awful. I wish-I wish they'd all be put in jail! It's disgusting."
"Come now, why should it bother you? Live and let live. Just because you're afraid of sex, don't put it down for everybody else. As the song says, 'Let it be ... "' "I'm not-" Jody caught herself in time, about to say, not afraid of it.. . It was all coming back in a rush: the high school dating scene; the frantic pawing in the back seats of cars; the parties where everybody started petting and kissing; then in college, the orgies at fraternity parties! And all the time she had fought the good fight, preserving her honor. Sure, plenty of guys had told her she was afraid of sex, just to get her mad and hoping she'd give in on a dare. But she was too smart to fall for a trick like that. Besides, she wasn't really afraid. It was just-well, it was a question of time.
And mainly, it was a question of being married.
She could picture how it would be with her boy friend Hal after they were married. First there'd be a big white wedding. Then they'd fly off on a honeymoon to some race place, maybe Hawaii, and get a room in a nice hotel with a great view and discreet room service, and then Hal would take her in his arms and take her to bed; and he'd kiss her neck, her throat, her breasts; and he'd kiss the smooth flesh of her belly and her thighs . . .
She felt a knot in the pit of her stomach.
Mmmmmmmm, yes, it'll be so good then, she thought. He'll kiss me until I start to go crazy, he'll lick me between my thighs, he'll do what no man has done before, he'll be passionate and loving and exciting. . . And then I'll feel him-his thing-I'll take it in my hands and stroke it until it's hard and eager, then I'll let him climb on top of me slowly, and I'll spread my legs for him ... And he'll be gentle, he won't hurry, he'll drive me mad with wanting, he'll wait until I'm about to go out of my mind, until I beg him to put it into me. . , Then he'll push in slowly, gently, and I'll feel the wholeness of him, and I'll wrap my legs around his body, and we'll begin to move together, kissing all the time. . . And it'll be so beautiful, me and my husband, Hal, forever...
"Say, that sounds pretty sexy!"
"Huh? What? What do you mean?" Jody asked. Then she realized she must have been moaning as she thought of all the delights of marital love. She blushed all over. He caught me! she thought. He caught me!
She looked: away in confusion and embarrassment. They were driving through a lovely area of town, past the seedy Boulevard. There were ranch style houses and mansions with huge flower beds. It was gorgeous, the kind of scenery which always impressed Jody. For a moment it took her mind off the disquieting topics of love and sex.
She heard the driver clear his throat. He switched off the radio and inserted a tape cassette in the stereo deck. He smiled at her again. "Here, listen to this," he said in a deep voice. "Would you believe this was banned in France? It's a great tune, just listen..."
The tune began to play. It was in French, and she could only understand a word here and there. She could make out, je t'aime, which she knew meant "I love you" in French. After a while that's all the singers, a boy and a girl, were saying over and over again. But gradually the sounds of lovemaking could also be heard. The singers were making love, repeating the phrase and at the same time moaning and groaning, making soft sounds, sexy sounds, lovers' sounds . ..
This is really strange, Jody thought. This is like-like listening to someone making love. It's weird ... I think I'm getting goose pimples... Wow! They're really getting into it now! Listen to them! God, it's really something else-really wild! I-I can feel it too-between my legs!
The driver reached out and put his hand on Jody's leg. He just let it rest there, firm but not grabby. "How about that?" he asked in that deep voice of his. "Didn't it get to you? See, it's really groovy, don't you think?" He laughed, then took her limp hand and brought it over to his crotch. "Here, feel this. It got me excited too ..."
What is he doing? Jody thought frantically. Yet she made no effort to pull back her hand, not right away. She let him press down on her fingers and underneath she could feel something large and hard, a long lump of stiff flesh. I'm touching his penis, she thought in a daze. Why am I letting him do this to me?
"Go ahead and stroke it," he said, his voice tightening perceptibly. "In fact, why don't you unzip my fly first. It'll make things easier ..." Frantic as Jody's thoughts were becoming, her hand seemed somehow paralyzed, incapable of exerting any upward pressure against his hand.
Then, suddenly, there was no more pressure. "Here, let me start the song again." He removed his hand from hers and reached for the tape deck.
It feels like my palm's burning, Jody thought as she quickly pulled her hand back to her lap. I have to ask him to let me out. This is too much. I shouldn't be here ...
"Don't pull your hand away," he said with a tinge of anger in his voice. "Tell you what. I'll open my fly and then you can put your hand back where it was..."
She felt a surge of panic. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him working open the fly of his trousers. "I-I want to get out," she croaked, her throat tight with nervousness and fright. "You can stop now-I mean, stop the car, I want to get out!"
He let out a deep, sinister laugh. "Oh no, you don't. Come here, give me your hand again!" He grabbed for her hand and she pulled it away.
She huddled as close to the door as she could but he reached over, laced his strong fingers around her wrist with a vise-like grip, and then jerked her hand over to his lap. She balled her fingers into a fist but he began to rub the heel of her hand against the stiff pillar of flesh pointing up obscenely from between his legs.
"Open your hand!" he commanded her, squeezing her wrist harder and harder.
"Ouch! You're hurting me!"
"Open your goddamn hand! Go on, unclench those fingers and stroke my penis!"
"All right, all right!" Jody finally cried, opening her fingers and pressing them shyly against his erect member. "But don't squeeze so hard, please!"
He released the pressure on her wrist but still held on. "Just don't try anything funny," he threatened. "Do what I tell you and nothing bad will happen to you." He chuckled in a bold, evil way. "Nothing really bad, anyhow."
God! What does he mean by that? she thought feverishly. He must be some kind of a maniac or something! God, I've gotta get out of here. I know-at the next red light, I'll make a break for it! I'll open the door and jump out, that's what I'll do!
Meanwhile she pressed her fingers onto his throbbing penis. It was somewhat of a problem, though, because it kept jumping around, twitching with a life of its own. Several times she pulled back her hand, unable to touch the repulsive object, but each time he placed it back where he wanted it by giving her wrist a firm squeeze.
There was something else happening, too. . . The song was playing again, the sexy French song with the guy and the girl making love. Jody's head began to swim as she listened to the words, the sounds, the moans, the thumping rhythm of the music, the whispers of love. . . Oooohhhh, that's nice, she thought dreamily, that's so nice . . .
Despite the revulsion she felt in her mind, her imprisoned hand continued to stroke the driver's tumescent staff. Slowly at first, very hesitantly, her fingers curled around his turgid member and started a leisurely up and down motion. With her sensitive fingertips she could feel the pulsating veins rising ridge-like on the otherwise smooth flesh. The new experience of holding a man's penis, in spite of all its disagreeable aspects, was gradually beginning to excite her, to open an entirely new area of sensation. Combined with the sensual, orgasmic song, what she was doing almost began to please her. But to think, she suddenly said to herself guiltily, that I got so angry with Hal when he asked me to do this to him! Oh, God! I furned him down and here I am, doing it to a perfect stranger!
Of course, there was a big difference. This man was coercing her, whereas Hal would never dream of forcing her to do anything.
Jody was waiting for a traffic light. She clutched her bag tightly in her right hand, while her left continued holding and stroking the driver's tool without interruption. She didn't want him to get suspicious.
"That's a good girl," he was saying, his breath coming more frequently and harshly than before. "I can tell you enjoy it, don't you? Come on, admit it. For a virgin, you sure pick up on the action fast. I bet you've jerked off plenty of your dates, huh? You won't let 'em get into your pussy but you don't mind giving a hand job, huh?"
"Why, no! I mean ..." Suddenly she saw the light ahead. No time now to start an argument, she thought quickly. Her voice suddenly mellowed. "You're right, I don't mind at all. In fact, I do enjoy it... " "Hahahaha! What a phony you are! All upset just a while ago because a man propositioned you, and here you are now, your hand full of cock! Hahahaha!"
She blushed but steeled herself for a quick escape, even going so far as to look at the driver with a smile. I've got him fooled, she thought. I'll just snap the doorhandle, squeeze him real hard, and jump out! Oh, light! Please don't change!
"Yeah, keep it up," he was saying as he slowed for the light. "Keep up the good work!"
The instant before the car came to a stop, Jody concentrated all her energies on her hands grabbing the doorhandle and squeezing hard on the driver's penis at the precise same instant.
"Hey! Oooowww!" he yelled.
Damn it! Damn the goddamn door! she cursed under her breath. "Open! Open! Damn you!" She struggled helplessly with the handle but didn't succeed in moving' it a single millimeter in any direction. Her heart sank all the way down to her stomach. Oh, no!
"Aha! Now I see what you're up to!" he cried fiercely. Then he laughed loud and long. "It's all electric, and controlled from right here," he said, pointing smugly to a panel by his left hand. "Now we're going to have some fun!"
"Let me out! Let me out!" she cried, pounding the dashboard and the window in frustration. Oh, God! What is he going to do to me? she thought, feeling the panic rising within her trembling body. Where is he going? My God, he's turning off the Boulevard. He's going up to the park! Oh, no! No!
"Yeah, you really are a phony," he said cruelly, not sounding smooth or casual at all. "But you'll get yours, I promise you that. Ha! And you were really getting into it, weren't you! Come on, admit you enjoy jerking off men!" He made a grab for her hand, and after a brief tussle succeeded once more in trapping her wrist in his powerful fingers. He squeezed very hard this time. "Come on, admit it!"
"Oh! Oh! Yes!" she cried, fighting back tears of pain and humiliation. "I-I do enjoy it!" She fought with her other hand, trying to pry his fingers loose.
"Say you love it!" He squeezed harder. Her efforts at freeing herself were in vain.
"I love it! I love it!" She began sniveling. "Please let go! You're hurting!"
He stopped the car under a huge oak tree and turned off the ignition. Now both his hands were free. "And I bet that's not all you like, either! I know the story with virgins like you, if you even are a virgin! Twenty-three years old and never been laid, huh? Well, maybe. But you're a prick teaser, that's what you are! Anyone ever call you that before? Huh? Answer me!" He grabbed her other hand. Oh, God! she thought. Another one! They all say that, and I don't even encourage anyone! No, I refuse to admit I'm a tease. I never promised anyone anything! God, I wish someone would come by and stop this horror!
Suddenly she cried out in pain. He was bending back both her arms, pushing them and twisting them behind her back in a double hammer lock. He laughed as he wrestled with her, and eventually held both her wrists with one large hand, thus controlling her entire upper body. "Come on, answer me, you little cock teaser! Admit that's what you are! Come on, admit it!" A slight upward tug punctuated his last query and she felt the pain shoot up through her shoulders and arms.
"Ah! All right! I'm a tease! I'm a tease!" she cried through her tears. "I didn't say a tease, I said a cock teaser! Admit you're a cock teaser!"
"I'm a-I'm a cock teaser! Oh! Oh!" Cries of pain burst through her lips.
"That's better," he said with a laugh. He relieved the pressure and hence the pain and she sobbed quietly. "Now, guess what? With all this hassling around, I lost my hard-on!" He laughed again. "But I know that you, little Jody, an admitted cock teaser, wouldn't really want this condition to remain unchanged, now, would you?"
She didn't answer. She merely shook her head. Tears burst through her tightly shut eyes as she bent awkwardly forward, touching the dashboard lightly with her forehead. Oh, God! Why did this have to happen? she asked herself. What am I going to do?
"That won't do. You'll have to answer when I ask you a question, not just shake your head. Although I have to say, you have a very pretty head." He began stroking her long, blonde hair with his free hand. Then he reached down into her shirt and gently massaged her breasts. "Very nice, very nice. Hmmm, I'm even getting a little bit excited again. You want me to get a hard-on again, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, yes," she said in a quiet, resigned voice, just like he had told her to answer. The tears had dried up as soon as he'd stopped pulling upward on her wrists, but she still kept her eyes shut and sniffled a few dry sobs.
"Now, the first thing you'll have to do is look at it. My cock likes being looked at. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Okay, then, do it. Open your eyes and look at my cock."
She opened her eyes, turned her head toward him, and looked past his penis. I don't want to look at it, she vowed to herself. I won't look at that disgusting thing.
"You're not fooling me. You have to get closer to really get a good look." He edged over toward her on the front seat, and at the same time exerted just enough pressure on her wrists so that she had to move closer toward him if she wanted to avoid more painful sensations.
She found herself face to face with his penis, Her first reaction was to shut her eyes tight, but the instant he spotted that he tugged at her wrists and she opened her eyes wide again. She gasped as she took in the unfamiliar shape of his appendage. She let her eyes roam over the pink, smooth head with its small opening at the top; then down the veined, muscled shaft all the way to its hairy root; then further still to the saggy, wrinkled scrotum, also covered with small dark hairs. It seems so harmless just to look at, she said to herself. But it can ruin you if you let it. Every man's got one, and they're all dominated by their damned penises! And they can't stand being turned down. If only we girls had them, we'd really show them!
"All right now, my little cock teaser," he began once more. "Do you notice what's happening? Do you see my cock getting hard again now that you're looking at it?"
"Yes."
"Good, good. Now I want to tell you what I think the best cure is for cock teasers. You ready?"
"Yes," she said with sudden apprehension. Her eyes, still riveted on his swelling tool, began to blink as she tried to figure out what he would come up with next.
"All right, I'll tell you. We just change cock teasers into cocksuckers!"
She gasped loudly. Oh, no! No! she thought Not that! That's just awful! Only the worst-the sluttiest girls do that! I couldn't stand it! She began to tremble.
"I can feel you shaking. So that's what you really like, huh? I thought so! I thought I spotted a good little cocksucker when I picked you up!"
"No! No!!" she cried. "I'm not! I've never-never-" "Come off it! First you told me you'd never jacked anyone off, either, and then you admitted you had, didn't you? I bet it's the same here! A little cocksucking virgin is what you are, right? Say it's so!"
No, I won't, she swore. Anything, but not that! Then she felt the pain shooting through her shoulder. "I'm a-a cocksucking virgin!" she shouted.
"Say you love it!"
"I love it!"
"Okay, very good," he said. "Now do it!"
"I-I don't know how!" she said in a pitiful whine. "I swear I've never-" "Never mind. Just open your mouth and suck on it. And be careful not to scrape it with your teeth! If you give me any pain at all, I swear I'll break both your arms! Now don't wait a moment more. Get to it!"
Jody knew she had to do as she was told. He may or may not have carried out his threat but she didn't want to put him to the test. Painfully, with trembling lips, she approached his swollen penis. She felt the rubbery head, purple now and smooth, right against her mouth. She closed her eyes then, no longer able to look at the object of her destruction, and braced herself for the pain that was sure to come . ..
There was no pain. He held her wrists firmly but did not squeeze. With his other hand he began to caress her head and her breast. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her nerves tingling with a strange excitement.
"Suck my cock," he said in "a very quiet tone. "Don't make me wait..."
She opened her mouth then, as far as it would open, and barely managed to stretch her lips around the bulbous head of his prick. Oh, God! It's so big, she thought. How will I ever get it into mv mouth?
That's when he helped. He suddenly shoved her head downward and brought his pelvis up toward her face and rammed his hard, hot cock half-way down her throat. She gasped and gagged and felt the tears welling in her eyes, but she couldn't move back. He pushed down on her head firmly and began to grunt like an animal. Despite herself, she began to move with him, up and down, up and down, feeling the hard cylinder of flesh pressing up against the roof of her mouth, crowding her hot, wet tongue, stretching her lips to their utmost circumference.
Oh, God! I can't breathe! I'm going to choke!
"Suck harder!" he commanded. "Take it all the way in! That's a good little cocksucker! You're the best cocksucking virgin I ever had!"
He forced the entire length of his tumescent pecker into her mouth, inch by inch, and she took it in, sucking on it for all she was worth. The giant instrument churned in her mouth like a live animal. He began to revolve it around, pushing first in one cheek then the other, all the while making those deep-throated sounds. In and out he went, until the entire length of his cock was wet with her saliva and began making a slurping sound each time he pushed it deep into her throat.
It didn't feel so bad now, somehow. If only it wasn't so big, she thought, so damn long! She kept sucking, swallowing the flesh, letting it in and out of her mouth, between her distended lips. He was still pushing on top of her head but it was easier all at once, as soon as she got into rhythm with his motion and began moving with him. Gradually he eased the pressure on top of her head, and held his fingers loosely around her wrists.
"Ooooohhhhh," he moaned. "Aaaaaahhhhhh! You're good, so good!"
The compliment produced a strange effect on Jody. She went at her task with much less revulsion and much more enthusiasm. She began shoving his prick all the way into her mouth without any prompting, again and again. She squeezed the swollen cock with her lips, squeezed it hard and yet made sure not to hurt the flesh with her teeth. A spirit totally alien to her took over, turning her into a wild, passionate being. The last shred of her resistance disappeared when she began rolling her tongue around the bulbous head of his prick and then suddenly dove down and encased his cock in the depths of her throat.
"Oooooohhhhhhh! Aaaaarggghhhhhh!"
She thought about the song suddenly, and how similar the sounds . . . The man's pleasure, obvious and unrepressed, triggered off a slightly similar feeling within her body. She was tingling all over, a warm wave of sensation coursing through her veins, a thrill of sensual, wanton excitement spreading through her entire body like a velvet cloud. She continued sucking on his wet cock with a newly-discovered abandon.
He grabbed her head suddenly, with both his hands, and held it tightly. She didn't interrupt her motion. She felt his rigid tool throbbing under her lips, swelling again, and then she heard the wildest sound she had ever heard-wilder than the record, wilder than anything! It came all the way from the depths of his soul and was truly frightening in its animal-like intensity.
"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
And then the flood.
He spurted warm, sticky liquid into her mouth. The churning receptacle filled rapidly, instantly, and she began to choke. He held her head, though, and kept pistoning into her mouth with uncontrolled vigor, again and again, deeper and deeper. Choking, blubbering, sobbing, unable to catch her breath, Jody was forced to take it all in, to swallow it, to keep sucking for dear life . . .
It was gushy and sweet and bitter all at the same time, seemingly gallons of sperm shooting between her lips. She cried and let out a muffled noise but he didn't stop, not for a long time, not until his come dribbled down out of the corners of her mouth and onto her chin. His breath was harsh and deep, unrelenting. He held her head prisoner until she had sucked him dry, until not a drop was left in the seemingly bottomless well of his tortured balls.
Until, finally, his big hard cock grew limp in her mouth.
Then he let her go.
"That was-all right," he said breathlessly, quietly. "You're really something ..."
Yes, I'm really something, she thought, suddenly assailed by guilt. I'm a cocksucker, that's what I am! Now I've done it! Oh, God! He forced me, but I still enjoyed it! What kind of a person am I? I'm lower than the lowest whore on this earth! God! What would Hal say? I can never tell him- I mustn't tell anyone! They'll make fun of me-they'll never speak to me again!
The driver calmly put his penis back in his pants and zipped up his fly. Then, with a satisfied smile on his lips, he reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and took out a crisp twenty. "Here," he said. "This is for carfare. I'd drive you down myself but I'm overdue at home."
He put the key into the ignition, pressed a small button, and the door next to Jody swung open silently, just as it had when he'd picked her up.
She looked up at him, not quite understanding. Putting her hand to her mouth, she felt the sticky remains of his ejaculation. She rubbed them away, suddenly prey to a panic of guilt and recrimination.
"Well, goodbye," he said with finality, nodding his handsome head and smiling his gorgeous white smile.
She stepped out of the car. The door shut with the same quiet efficiency and in an instant he was gone.
Jody cried.
2 Sue showed up unexpectedly in the middle of the afternoon and wanted to know what Jody was doing back at the apartment so early. "I thought you were going to spend the day at the beach!" she said airily. "Wasn't it nice?"
Jody was crushed. Ever since she'd returned to her place she had tried to decide whether or not to share her humiliating experience with Sue. Confronting her older, more experienced cousin, she suddenly felt a mixture of shame and anger. After all, Sue had copped out on the pretext that she had a very important appointment after work, and here she was, home early! Obviously, she had lied to Jody, and yet the young blonde was faced with a dilemma: how could she express her anger without revealing what had happened?
She couldn't. She suddenly blew up. "It's your fault! I hate you! It all happened because of you-" Sue was taken aback. "What happened, for God's sake? Why are you hysterical all of a sudden? Jody-you're flipping your lid!" Jody burst into tears.
Eventually she had to pour out the whole story. Telling her cousin was in many ways worse than the experience itself, but Jody was unable to keep her terrible secret. The sordid description poured out amidst tears-and self-implicating allusions, prompted by her roommate's unceasingly probing questions. Even if Jody had wanted to, she couldn't have kept anything from her aggressive cousin. The minute Sue noticed Jody's overwrought state of mind, she began digging out information like some kind of maniacal District Attorney prosecuting a reluctant murder witness. And gradually, Jody told her everything.
Well, almost everything.
She couldn't admit to taking the money. Somehow, that fact loomed menacingly above everything else, and with a significance all its own. The pick-up, the music, the electrically locked door, even the driver himself with his smooth and yet forcible technique-all this could be explained away; but the money, the crisp, bank-fresh twenty-dollar bill which was still in Jody's purse, unharmed and still uncreased-this was completely inexcusable.
So she said nothing about it. The rest of the story was difficult enough to repeat in all its perverted detail, and when she got to the part where she was crying alone in the park, Jody covered her red, tear-stained face with a handkerchief and in a choked voice said, "That's it-the whole story-oh, God! I feel so terrible!"
Of all possible reactions, Sue came up with the least expected: she laughed. She kept laughing as she went to the little kitchen and poured some wine into a couple of glasses. Jody looked up at her, shocked and hurt and angry, and when Sue came back and handed her a glass she wanted to throw it back into the brunette's laughing face.
"Congratulations!" said Sue with a grin. "Don't get me wrong, Jody. I'm not making fun of you, but the way I look at it, this could be the best thing that ever happened to you."
"What? Are you crazy?" Jody stared wide-eyed, unable to believe her ears.
"No. I just think it's high time you dropped all that virgin bullshit of yours, which nobody goes for anyway, and stop being so afraid of sex!"
"I'll wait until I'm married, thank you!" Jody said angrily. "I don't think Hal minds it, either. He's not a sex fiend-a pervert like those guys you go with!"
Sue laughed and sipped her wine. "I wouldn't be so sure about Hal. Sure, he loves you, but he's horny too. I can tell you that for sure. I've seen the look on his face when he's waiting for you or when you've come back from a date. You told me yourself that he was beginning to get impatient. I'd be willing to bet you'll lose him unless you give him what he wants pretty soon!"
"That's not true!" Jody cried. "He loves me!"
"I'm not saying he doesn't, which is all the more reason he'd like to go to bed with you!" Sue paused briefly, and then she laughed again. "So take advantage of today's experience, honey. Since you're not a virgin anymore, you can grow up now!"
"But I am a virgin!"
"Sure. You're a virgin who sucked a cock!"
Jody's face underwent a rapid reddening, and Sue broke into gales of laughter as she observed the effects of her words. "But- It wasn't my fault-it-" "Forget it," said Sue. "Look, all I'm saying is this: loosen up. Give Hal a little, or he'll get it elsewhere. And don't worry about what happened. You didn't get hurt, and if you play it smart, you can use the experience for your own advantage. Grow up!" Sue laughed again and drained her glass. "You want another?" she asked. Jody shook her head. "Well, I do. Listen, there's been a change of plans, and that's why I came home early. I have a date coming over in-wow! I didn't realize it was so late," cried Sue, looking at her watch. "He'll be here any minute!"
Jody shuddered. "Well, that's just great. I hope you have fun," she said bitterly. "I'm going to take a shower. I feel dirty all over, inside and out!"
"Don't worry. It doesn't show!"
Jody stormed out of the living room with Sue's laughter ringing in her ears. She slammed the bathroom door behind her to shut off the obnoxious sound, and once alone she gave vent to her tears again.
I shouldn't have said anything to Sue, she thought to herself. I should have known better than to expect sympathy from that bitch! God, I'm so humiliated, and all she can do is laugh and pretend it was a good thing for me!
After a few moments she turned on the shower and got in under the warm jets of water. Soon she felt soothed and somewhat more relaxed. She allowed herself to think about the scene in the car, and although she still felt a pang of humiliation she also found herself able to look at it with greater objectivity. The hard part was having to admit to herself that it hadn't been completely unenjoyable. All those years of thinking about sex, of being afraid of it, of anticipating what a man's organ would look like, feel like, taste like-all of that was behind her now. She knew what it was like. She knew what a hard penis looked like, and as she relaxed under the shower she could see it very clearly in her mind's eye. She visualized the long, stiff rod with its bulbous head. She imagined the blue veins criss-crossing the taut flesh. She caught herself wondering what Hal's would be like, and she realized all at once that she wanted to see it and feel it and- No, no, no, no! she said to herself. God! I let Sue talk me into thinking like her-like a whore! [ Never- I don't want to be like a tramp!
Finally she got out of the shower. She rubbed herself dry and stepped out of the tub. She stood in front of the floor-length mirror on the back of the door and looked at herself. Sue's right, she I thought. It doesn't show!
The rest of her showed, however. The long, smooth legs tapering into delicate ankles; the well-rounded yet slender thighs covered with shimmering down; the soft hairs of her pussy cradled there between her thighs; the long, smooth muscles of her abdomen, giving her stomach a flat, youthful appearance. And finally the large, well-formed breasts which jutted out of her chest firm and high and without the slightest trace of [ sag- J Jody caressed her breasts, thinking once again about her boy friend Hal.
Then she became aware of voices in the bedroom outside the door.
That must be Sue and her date, she thought. What the hell are they doing in the bedroom? That's typical of her, the bitch- How am I supposed to get to my clothes if she's in there? Damn it, she has no consideration, no thought for anyone except herself!
The voices were very close now, very loud. Jody heard laughter, and then all at once there was complete silence. Thinking that perhaps Sue and her friend had left the room, Jody opened the bathroom door and cast a cautious glance outside, holding the large bath towel tight around heri breasts.
She caught herself just in time, or she would have let out a piercing shriek. The door opened in such a way as to reveal both double beds, and on the one closest to her disbelieving eyes Jody saw the reason why her roommate had suddenly fallen silent: She was busy making love and her mouth was totally occupied in licking and sucking her date's swollen penis!
Immediately Jody closed the bathroom door, being careful not to make any noise. She blushed with shame at the thought that either of them might have turned around and seen her watching the obscene goings-on. At the same time she felt a resurgence of anger build up inside her. Now I'm stuck in here! she realized. How long does she expect me to stand here and wait for her to-to finish doing-to go on making- Oh, damn! It's all so embarrassing!
The young blonde, who had so recently been exposed to her first sexual experience, stood trembling with her back against the door-length mirror and thought about what was happening a few feet away from her. Naturally, she was shocked by this second sexual event; but what she also felt was a growing interest in the coupling outside the door. She found herself pushing harder against the cool glass of the mirror and visualizing in more and more graphic detail the scene which she had merely glimpsed a few moments before.
I wonder if that's what they're still doing, she thought to herself. Or maybe they changed positions. Maybe.. . Jody pressed her ear against the door. She could hear only muffled, nondescript sounds, broken every now and again by the clear noise of laughter. Her curiosity mounted. Damn! what are they doing? she wondered.
Soon her curiosity got the best of her. Fighting back against her protesting sense of propriety, she turned around and cracked open the bathroom door once more, peeking through the narrow aperture like some wide-eyed kid sneaking into a candy factory.
The sounds were no longer muffled and, as Jody had guessed, the sexy duet had indeed changed positions. Both were moaning deeply, rhythmically. Jody was amazed at how similar they sounded to the French record she'd heard earlier, and thinking about that once again brought back a flood of contradictory sensations: at first she felt a deep fright and the beginnings of nausea, but then gradually as she became more involved in the sight before her she became stimulated sexually, unable to tear her gaze away from the undulating, groaning bodies on the bed.
From her vantage point Jody could see both bodies very clearly. Her roommate was kneeling with her face down toward the pillow, her hips high up in the air, her knees spread, her arms wound around a pillow. Her ripe, slightly overweight body rippled with the man's every stroke, and the brunette gasped every time her partner lunged forward, burying his cock deep into her gaping cunt. Her large breast's dangled down, their dark-tipped nipples stiff, and now and then the man would reach down and knead them with his fingers. But mostly he knelt upright behind her, grasping her full buttocks with his hands and spreading them every time he pushed forward with his long, stiff pecker.
Jody brought her hand up to her mouth in shock. This isn 7 the way you 're supposed to make love, she thought. The girl is supposed to be on the bottom and the man on top!
Jody also thought that people weren't supposed to talk during the act of fucking, but she was rapidly disabused of that particular misconception when the duo began to engage in some free-wheeling dialogue.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," he said.
"All right, but be careful," replied Sue. Then she laughed. "You're pretty big, you know."
The man withdrew his long, fat prick from her cunt and held it in his hand, poised right next to her rectum. "I bet you say that to all the boys."
Sue laughed again. "Only when it's true-and I should be so lucky if it was true with all of them!"
"Well, here goes, up the chocolate freeway!"
Jody felt her ears burn. Not only the words but also what they implied shocked her deeply. She'd only heard of anal intercourse in relation to male homosexuals, never in male-female sexual intercourse. She looked with wide eyes as the man pushed against Sue's tight rectum. At first the bulbous head of his prick wouldn't go in, so he wiped one of his fingers on Sue's dripping pussy and slowly shoved it into her asshole. She gasped but then immediately let out a deep moan of satisfaction as he continued pushing his finger in and out of her clasping anus.
"Oooooooh, that's nice ..." moaned Sue. "Shove your cock up my ass now, do it!"
The man didn't have to be asked twice. Grabbing his prick in his hand, he held it in position for a brief instant and then pushed the pink, glowing head between Sue's distended buttocks. She made a harsh sound as the breath gushed out of her throat, and then she moaned again.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh, that's good.".. It's in now . . . Aaaaaahhhhhh ..."
Slowly he began pumping in and out. Jody could hardly believe her eyes. The man did have a big prick, and she couldn't understand how such a fat, long object could comfortably fit inside Sue's rectum-or anyone's, for that matter. Yet she couldn't deny that it was happening, or that Sue obviously enjoyed it.
The moans were coming louder and closer as the man continued probing and pushing with his stiff prick. He'd pull it out until only the head was encased in Sue's tight brown hole, and then he'd plunge all the way back in again, his balls bouncing against the brunette's spread-out thighs. She groaned louder as his strokes became faster and harder, and she grabbed onto the' pillow and shoved her face into it so that her sounds became muffled once more.
Jody felt herself getting warm and wet between her legs.
Then the man bent over slightly and brought one hand under Sue's belly. As he kept up his anal fucking he also began to play with her pussy. The brunette's moaning increased in intensity as she felt his fingers toying with her clitoris, and she gave a few shoves backward with her hips, meeting his strokes with a response of her own. She also kept up a running monologue, which only occasionally became a dialogue as her partner joined into the verbal commentary.
"Oh, God!" Sue was saying. "It feels so good when you ram it in! Aaaaahhhhh! That's it, deeper-harder! Aaaaahhhhh! Yeah, keep rubbing my clit, you big fucker-make me come, you sonofabitch- I might as well get your money's worth as long as you're getting yours! A a a a a a h h h h h h ! That's it -that's it-Aaaaaarrrrggghhhhh! You fucker-pinch my clit, you mother- That's it-Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
"Hold my balls, you cunt!"
"All right, all right, I will-you bastard! Go on, fuck me-fuck my ass silly!" She reached behind and between her legs and began stroking his heavy, dangling balls as he continued fucking her asshole. "Aaaaaahhhhhh-I can feel you all the way into my navel, you big prick! That's it-shove it-all the way-all the way in- Aaaaaarrrrggghh!"
Jody was totally mesmerized by what she saw and heard. Never in her life had she conceived of such openness, this kind of asking for what one wanted and getting it! In her mind, making love was silent and understood, each partner's needs automatically fulfilled by the other. The reality was more than shocking, it was a disturbing discovery.
Yet she continued watching and listening with rapt attention, feeling more and more stimulated herself-yet not daring to do anything as rash as to play with herself.
Meanwhile the two on the bed were going crazy. Sue was still talking, but little by little her words became indistinguishable from her moans and groans and gushes of breath. The man was breathing hard too, pistoning into Sue's asshole, grabbing her pussy and shoving hard against her buttocks, his body tensing more and more with each stroke, his rhythm building toward the inevitable climax.
In another moment the movements became totally abandoned, the sounds completely animalistic.
Sue cried out and he kept banging away. For the next few minutes there was no sound except the sound of harsh breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh as they both gave way to their deepest animalistic impulses, bodies crashing against one another in the last desperate strokes of pleasure.
Finally Sue crumpled underneath him and fell flat on the bed. He fell on top of her, breathing hard, his muscles twitching in the final paroxysms of lustful delight.
Jody shut the door quietly, leaned against it and shut her eyes. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage, and she could still hear the echo of the lovers' sounds in her ears. Even when she clamped her hands over her ears the sounds refused to stop, and it took a long while for her to realize that they weren't coming from outside any longer, but from inside her head.
Meanwhile, Jody could also feel the wetness between her legs. It was this sensation more than any other which finally brought her to the verge of tears. She felt terribly ashamed right then, just like a small child who had purposely disobeyed a very stern parent. She expected the punishment to come raining down upon her head at any instant, and was almost disappointed when it didn't. Instead, after what seemed like a very short time but was actually close to ten minutes, she heard a soft knocking on the bathroom door and Sue's voice asking to be let in.
"It's open," said Jody.
The brunette rushed in, covered by a thin nightgown. "I'm really sorry," she said breathlessly, not sounding or looking sorry in the least. "I didn't think-" Jody couldn't look her roommate straight in the eye. She stepped out of the bathroom and dressed quickly, not wanting to confront Sue in her half-naked state. Finally the brunette came out of the bathroom and went right on talking.
"Listen, please don't be mad at me. I thought we were going out, but- Oh, well, I'll make it up to you, I promise! Look, see what I got?"
Jody looked. Sue was holding a fifty-dollar bill in her hand.
"You got that-for-" Jody gaped, unable to say another word.
"Sure, what do you think? The guy's married, he feels guilty, and besides, he wants to show his appreciation! What's wrong with that? Now I can get those kinky boots I've been looking at for the last three weeks!"
"I-don't know what to say," Jody mumbled, thinking about the money she had so recently acquired.
"Don't say anything," Sue cried cheerfully. "What the hell, another day-another dollar! I made more in half an hour just now than I did in the office all day yesterday and for six hours today! What the hell ..."
Jody cast her eyes down and thought about her own good fortune. Soon she and Hal would be married and she wouldn't have to put up with her roommate's disgusting habits. It was a good thing, too. There was no telling how long she might be able to resist this kind of nefarious influence . .
Hal sat on the edge of his chair and began pounding his thighs in frustration. "Damn it, Jody! I'm beginning to go out of my mind!" he cried, clutching his head with both his hands. "How long am I going to have to wait? How long do you think I can?"
Jody was curled up on the couch wondering how to answer the questions which everyone seemed to be asking recently. For some reason Hal appeared to be highly overwrought on this particular evening, and besides trying to come up with an answer she was also attempting to figure out a specific reason for his insistence. I wonder if the movie got him all worked up? she thought silently. After dinner-which they'd eaten in their favorite little French restaurant nearby-they had taken in the latest rave movie that everybody was talking about, a British import starring a famous rock star as a retired, degenerate ex-killer who had holed up with two crazy girls in an outlandish house. The film featured several sexy nude scenes, and Jody herself had been more than slightly stimulated. That's probably what got him all excited, she thought smugly.
They were sitting in Hal's apartment, a rather neat, two bedroom place which he shared with another last year law student and which was conveniently located within walking distance of the university buildings. Jody had gone there alone with Hal many times, and usually they would just sit and watch TV or listen to some of the great jazz records which Hal had patiently and lovingly collected over the years. Sometimes they'd get into a little necking and petting session, but it had been agreed all along that things wouldn't go any further, not until they were married.
At least that's what Jody thought they had agreed. Lately, Hal had been making all sorts of advances, and tonight after the movie, he had been almost uncontrollable. That's when she had firmly pushed him away and reminded him of his promise.
But she herself wasn't one hundred per cent sure how much longer the status quo could be maintained, and as she looked at her handsome boy friend fighting to control himself she realized that she would have to come up with a new and better answer. For one thing, the film had stirred up some tantalizing and not easily explainable feelings with her own mind.
It was really wild when the two girls were in bed with him, she thought with a twinge of guilt. And then in the bathtub, when they were both naked, and he began playing with the money, and it was all wet. Damn! Why do I keep thinking of the money?
Once more her thoughts raced back to the morning when she'd accepted a ride in the shiny, luxurious Mercedes. In a flash, she saw it all again, as she had often seen it since the fateful day. And, just like every other time, she was left crying under the oak tree, holding a twenty-dollar bill in her hand.
Damn, why didn't I get rid of it? Why do I still keep it in my purse? Why? Then she saw the scene in the movie again, the sensual exchange in the bathtub where the rock star plastered wet bills all over the girl's breasts and thighs. A warm, delightful pang of lustfulness shot through her belly. At the same time, through some strange coincidence of associations, she suddenly remembered Sue's words: I'd be willing to bet you'll lose him unless you give him what he wants pretty soon . . .
The frightening words jolted her back to reality. My God! she thought. That's what Hal just said: "How long do you think I can wait?" Maybe Sue was right. Maybe I am close to losing him. But what am I supposed to do, forget all my principles? What will he think of me then? What would he think of me anyway if he knew about my-experience, if he knew about-the money? God! What would he think if he knew how much I enjoyed those scenes in the picture! Oh, my God! Why am I so confused?
"I don't know!" she burst out suddenly. "Oh, Hal, I don't know anything anymore! Please help me!"
He looked up as if stunned by her outburst. That was the last thing he had expected to hear. He rushed over to her and fell down on his knees. Taking both her hands in his, he pressed them against his face and then began showering kisses on ler palms. "Sure, darling, of course!" he said, full of concern and yet still tense from the effort of repressing his own desires. "But-what do you mean? How can I help?"
"I don't know, I don't know," she repeated, shaking her head from side to side. "Maybe we should get married sooner, maybe that's it... " "But darling-you know my parents don't want me to, not until after I pass the Bar! I-" "Your parents! What do they know about what we're going through? Oh, Hal, I'm sorry! I know that wasn't fair-" "Jody, Jody," he murmured, pulling her head close to his. "Why is everything so much of a problem? Why can't life be simple for us like it is for so many other people? I mean, take my roommate John, he and his fiancee are spending the weekend together on a sailboat. What's wrong with that?"
"I don't know," she said plaintively, becoming more and more excited by his presence, by the loving closeness of him. "I don't know, Hal. Maybe there's nothing wrong with it-maybe-" "Believe me there isn't," he said quickly. "They're in love, just like we are, and they're going to get married, just like we are . . . " Maybe he's right, Jody thought in a swirl of clashing ideas. We're in love, we're going to get married. . . If I don't give him what he wants, someone else will. . . I'm not a virgin anymore, not really, so why pretend?. . . Oh, it feels good when he holds me tight, maybe I should let him make love to me. . . Oh, no, no! Then I'd be like everybody else . . . He'd lose respect for me . . . I'd be like Sue ... No, no I wouldn't... We love each other, we're going to get married. . . We have to wait because of his parents. . . Hal believes in his duty to his family .. . But why do I have to suffer for it?... Oh, I don't know! It's all so confusing!...
"Oh, Hal! Hold me! Hold me tight!"
"Jody . . . Oh, my darling, sweet Jody ..." He began kissing her face, her nose, her eyes. He kissed her ear and a shiver ran down her spine. His hands held her head and then caressed her tight, tense body.
She began responding to his passionate yet gentle stroking, to his loving kisses. He was still kneeling at her feet as she threw her head back and shut her eyes, thinking; Why not? Maybe this is the time, the right time. . . What am I waiting for anyhow?. . . It's not as if I were-totally pure. . .
"I want you so," he whispered breathlessly. "Oh, Jody, let me-let me do it, please, let me make love to you ..."
Should I?. . . But he won't respect me. . . No, no, I mustn't give in. . . There's no reason. . . Suddenly she pictured herself again, in the front seat of the car, with the driver's large penis lodged in her mouth, with the music playing, with the sounds of her sucking ... A wave of guilt and shame spread throughout her body, squeezing her heart.
"Oh, Hal, Hal ..." she said weakly. "Love me, love me ... " He gasped. The moment he had been awaiting for so long seemed incredibly close at hand all at once. His pounding heart skipped several beats, but he gathered together enough presence of mind to slip one arm around her shoulders and another under her shaky knees. Hoping against hope that she wouldn't suddenly say something and spoil it all, he straightened up with his delicate load and slowly carried her to the bedroom.
"Where are you taking me?" she suddenly asked in a slow voice, as in a daze.
"To the bedroom," he whispered, kissing her nervously. "We'll be more-more comfortable there."
"Oh, Hal, Hal.. . " She let herself be carried without resisting. Her arms wound themselves around Hal's neck and she buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder. With eyes tightly shut, as if not looking might somehow reverse the course of what was happening, she listened to the wild beatings of her heart and at the same time felt the intense pounding of the large blood vessel at the side of Hal's neck. Oh, my God! she thought in final desperation, all at once comprehending the full implication of her surrendering plea. There's no going back now. . . I've asked him to-make love to me! Oh, God! What am I doing-why am I letting him- "I love you," he whispered as he let her down gently on the bed. "I love you, I love you," he repeated, covering her face with kisses and squeezing her body in his hands.
"I love you," she said, locking her arms around his neck and returning his kisses. "I love-Oh, Hal! What are you doing? Ooooohhhhhh ..."
He had slipped one hand under her short skirt and, with a smoothness made more remarkable by the intense passion of the moment, had swiftly introduced two fingers under the edge of her silky panties. Without hesitation, he began rubbing the moist, hairy slit between her thighs, immediately bringing forth a series of soft moans from her tight, dry throat.
She clutched at him as one about to drown, returning his fiery kisses with unprecedented passion. She opened her mouth to his probing tongue, gasping as she felt its wet hardness plunging down her throat again and again. There was no holding back and she began thrusting back with her own tongue, sucking his with her soft lips and then forcing hers between his teeth and into his surprised mouth. They had kissed before, many times in fact, but never with such unbridled lustfulness, never with such totally unrepressed abandon.
He kept playing with her damp, virginal pussy, running his fingers along the soft outer lips, probing slowly with one finger and then the other at the small, clenching hole which in no time at all became sopping wet. She felt his hand violating her inner sanctum, and for the first time she responded with encouragement, spreading her thighs in order to facilitate his movements rather than squeezing them together to stop him going further. She sighed and kissed and groaned, her spirit racked by these novel, undeniably delightful sensations, the good intentions which she had built up for years gradually slipping away into oblivion.
"I'm going to take our clothes off," he said all at once, breaking away from her grasp and tugging at his shirttails. "It's too hard to-huh-maneuver this way."
She felt cheated as he stood up and removed his shirt and then quickly loosened his belt and dropped his pants. She wanted him back next to her, caressing her hungry flesh. She glanced at his body as he continued undressing, taking in his strong chest, his narrow waist, his powerful arms. When he pulled down his underpants she found herself staring at his erect penis, and at that moment something snapped inside her brain.
Oh, my God! she said to herself. It's really going to happen! He's going to-to stick that big thing into me! Oh, no, no! I'll never be able to take it! I'll die!
She twisted away and buried her face in the pillow, suddenly frightened as she had never been frightened in her entire life. Her shoulders shook as if palsied, her body tensed as if to protect itself from the lashes of a smashing whip ... I can't! she thought in a panic. I just can't go through with it!
Hal joined her on the bed. He knelt next to her and began pulling at her skirt, which came off without any trouble. Delicately, he chose to remove her blouse before her silky panties, and he pushed her gently, trying to get her to turn over, his eyes fixed on the smooth, perfect curves of her buttocks. His cock twitched in anticipation. Jody had an amazingly beautiful body. The firm hillocks of her ass; the long, supple legs; the smooth, unblemished skin-every inch of her was fresh and exciting. "Come on," he whispered as he bent once again to kiss her. "Turn over, darling."
She bit into her hand to keep from crying out. No no! I can't let it happen, I mustn't! cried the frightened voice within. The guilts came rushing back with a vengeance, sweeping aside all other sensations. She froze, stiffening against Hal's tender touch, resisting his patient efforts with all her might.
She heard him laugh softly. "Don't be afraid, my love," he was saying in a deep, slow voice. "I'll be careful..."
Try as she might, she couldn't be angry with him. Nor could she deny the warm, delightful sensation which spread through her limbs as he began caressing the insides of her thighs. Once again she began to climb up the roller-coaster of emotion. Once again her resistance began to ebb. Once again her thighs parted under his touch. Once again she surrendered.
"Oh, Hal, Hal . . . " He flipped her over without effort. He slipped off her blouse and then, as she lay back with half-closed eyes, her arms spread back over her head, he expertly removed her flimsy brassiere. His breath caught in his throat as he gazed at the perfect mounds of her breasts, firm and young and ever so white. He approached them as one would approach some sacred, fragile art objects, with bated breath, with sensitive fingers, with utmost care . . .
"God! They're beautiful," he said. "How I've waited to look at you like this; all naked!"
Jody reached up for him, finally gripping his muscular forearms with all her might. She was burning inside, hankering for his touch. "Kiss me," she begged. "Please kiss me, Hal ..."
He sank down on her supple, yielding flesh and covered her hungry mouth with his. Before long she was gasping again, thrusting her tongue against his and nearly swallowing it in her unabashed eagerness. He drank in her delicious lips and grew more and more excited as she began writhing like an.eel, her smooth body pushing against his, her belly against his belly, her breasts against his chest. The one remaining item of clothing, her lacy panties, was quickly removed.
He was finding it more and more difficult to keep himself under control. The months of waiting, of yearning to be doing just this, of dreaming about it and hoping for it to happen-all that time was suddenly telescoped into this one, fantastic moment. He held her soft, innocent body against him, wanting more than anything else to sink into it, to plunge into the uncharted depths of her sweet pussy. And yet he knew that he must be slow and gentle, or else possibly cause her terrible pain.
He stroked the whole length of her body with his hand, grasping the firm curves of her ass, digging his fingers into the warm, taut flesh. He then caressed her breasts, cupping the smooth globes in the palm of his hand, bending down and taking her pink nipples into his mouth, sucking on them until they were hard.
She moaned, giving herself up to the surge of lustful sensations. She felt his body, the hard muscles of his arms and legs, the stiffness of his penis pushing against her belly. When he touched her between the legs again, inserting his fingers into her hot hole, she pressed her thighs together at first, protecting herself instinctively from the digital invasion. Then after a time she relaxed again, spreading apart her thighs and moaning deeply as his gentle fingers became drenched in her juices.
His mouth traveled all over her chest and throat. His lips kissed her neck, her shoulders, her lips. Their tongues mingled and then parted again as his went off looking for new flesh to conquer. He returned time and again to her lovely, trembling nipples, and he poked at her tits with his tongue, relishing every touch, every taste.
Finally he was mad with desire. He positioned himself between her thighs and crawled down, leaving a wet trail between her heaving tits, licking his way down the valley of her abdomen, pausing at her navel and plunging his tongue into it, and then at last burying his face between her trembling legs.
"Oh, God! Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
His tongue ravaged her hot, wet cunt. He plunged in and out, rolled it around and around, licked her sopping vulva with all the abandon of a starvation victim. He hardly paused for breath as he made her scream with wanton delight.
One of the passages in the book Sue had given her suddenly flashed through her exploding mind. It had been a wild description of a scene just like this one, with the heroine being eaten by one of the many studs in her life. Only no words could adequately portray what Jody felt at this instant. It was more than the fireworks going off in her brain, it was more than the spasms tearing through her belly, it was more than the wetness bubbling inside her crotch, it was more, much more . . . And she hoped it would never end.
Then suddenly his tongue wasn't there anymore. He was coming back up toward her, kissing her belly again, then her breasts. She clasped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him against her pulsating breast.
"Oh, God! Do it to me! Do it."
"Yes, yes!" he cried, covering her face with kisses.
Then all at once she felt it, round and huge against the lips of her vagina. She felt his penis poking and pushing, slipping against the wet lips. She felt him raise her thighs with his hands. She felt him opening her up, gently, slowly . . .
A cry of anguish tore from her throat. The burning pain shot through her womb. She clasped her legs around his body and bit into her lip to keep from screaming out more loudly.
Hal kept his head despite the strong temptation to tear into Jody's yielding body. Slowly, with measured strokes, he moved inside her tight, unused aperture, all the while whispering words of love and encouragement into her ear. "It won't hurt for long, darling. You'll see, my love, just a while longer ..."
She wanted desperately to believe him, but the presence of the sharp pain sorely tested her faith. She swung her hips up against his body in an effort to ease the pressure and then suddenly gasped as she felt the entire length of his cock ramming into her cunt.
"Aaaahhh!"
But then all at once the pain vanished, totally swept away by a new wave of pleasure. The presence of the hard, swollen cock firmly lodged inside her vagina made her melt with joy. The slow, excruciatingly deliberate movements of his penis drove her into an absolute paradise of delight. Soon she found herself answering each of his thrusts with one of her own, letting his penis almost slide out and then impaling herse' on its slick fullness, sucking it into the depths of her womb and then allowing it to pull away ever so slightly before vacuuming it inside her cuntal furnace once more.
Again and again she ground her hips against his body, tugging at his back with her hands, squeezing him with her thighs. She Wanted to be filled completely, to the very brim, and he was doing everything he could to accommodate her. Harder and harder, faster and faster he plunged into her sucking pussy, abandoning himself to the insane delights of her no longer virginal cunt.
He felt the tide beginning to rise inside him, at the base of his tortured balls. He felt it coming from his spine, through his scrotum and up inside his pistoning prick. He almost let it gush into her steaming vagina, but at the last moment, realizing what was happening, he pulled out and spurted all over her still-heaving belly, pushing his cock down against her flesh, gasping for breath as he lay heavily on her writhing body.
"Oooooooohhhhh, my darling," she whispered, holding him tight. She basked in the warm afterglow of intercourse, still excited, still full of lustful desire.
So that's what it's like, she thought. How wonderful. . .
She didn't think it was so wonderful the next day.
First, there was a stinging, burning pain in her crotch. Sure enough, it had briefly vanished in the heat of lovemaking, but apparently not for good. Jody had awakened from an awful nightmare only to discover that the real, shooting pangs inside her womb felt much worse than the dream tortures called up by her unconscious. Furthermore, there was no escaping the pulsating ache between her legs, no way of relegating that dolorous misery to oblivion.
Second, she felt terribly alone. At this point anyone, even Sue, would have provided welcome companionship. But there was no sign of her roommate. She probably stayed over and slept with her date, Jody thought enviously. I would have loved to sleep with Hal too, if we hadn't got into that awful argument. . .
Third, she recalled the argument. It had developed without warning, shortly after they'd made love, growing out of a seemingly harmless ^question and eventually blowing up into a major fracas. With mounting sadness, Jody recalled the scene: They were lying side by side, arms and legs entwined, bodies cuddling, faces close together. Breathing had returned to normal, muscles and nerves were once again relaxed. There seemed to be no need for conversation and so they lay quietly for a good long while, cherishing the moment which held so much significance. Jody was the first to speak.
"Hal?"
"Yes?"
"Hal, can I ask you a-a silly question?"
"Sure, darling, anything at all. Besides, what makes you think it's silly? Why not let me be the udge?"
"Okay., Well, it's kind of-embarrassing. I mean-" "Never mind, sweetheart. Go ahead and ask. You know, nothing that happens between us from now on should be embarrassing to you. Not anymore ..."
"That's true, Hal. Thank you." Jody paused, gathering up her nerve. "Hal, what I want to know is-was I-was I good, Hal?"
"What?"
"Don't lie to me," she said in a rush. "I just want to know what you thought, what you-II mean-what you really thought of me-of my-oh,, damn it all, it's so hard to put into words-" He laughed softly. "Of course you were good. You were terrific! Are you kidding? I'm so happy I could die right now and not regret a thing!"
"You mean it, Hal?"
"Of course I do!" He kissed her impulsively, full on the lips.
Jody broke away. "Well, what I really want to know is-did you-I mean, have you made love to-a lot of girls? I know I never asked you before, Hal, but it's important to me now-and I want to know the truth!"
He sighed. "Well, I don't know, that's sort of-you know-not the kind of thing-I mean-" "I want to know, Hal!" Jody insisted. "It's very important to me, believe me!"
"All right, all right," he said with some annoyance. "Sure, I've been to bed with a few chicks, but that's all dead and buried, Jody. It's you and me now, that's all that counts! Nothing else-" "How many?"
"Huh?"
"How many-chicks?" she asked in a tight voice. "Come on, Jody, stop it, it's really getting stupid-" "How many, Hal?"
He sighed. "Gee, I don't know-I don't remember-" "You don't remember?" she asked shrilly. "You don't remember? What-what kind of a man are you, anyway? That's terrible! There must have been dozens, hundreds!"
"Jody, take it easy, please! You're making me feel terrible. This isn't-" "How do you think you make me feel?" she cried with growing hysteria. "We jusf finished making love and here you are, bragging about your conquests, throwing all your past girl friends in my face-" "I did no such thing!" He grabbed both her wrists and squeezed them tightly, staring right into her eyes. "Now look, this is getting ridiculous! I told you-" She began to cry. "You were just using me! I'm not any good and now you're going to get rid of me! You're going to throw me out like a-like a used dishrag! I hate you! I hate you!"
"Jody, please!" He reached for her, tried to put his arm around her in a gesture of comforting love. [ "Calm down, sweetheart, you're just upset because it's the first time. Don't worry, I love you ..."
She twisted away and wrapped herself up in the bedsheet, sobbing uncontrollably. "It's not the 1 first time for you, is it! You-you sadist! I bet you have another chick just waiting for you. I bet s you've been screwing other girls all along-lying to me-pretending you were waiting for me-I hate you! Go away!"
There had been more of the same: Jody crying her eyes out and Hal trying his best to bring her back to her senses; but eventually he had more or less given up and had merely assented to driving her home and leaving her there all by herself, even though what he'd wanted more than anything else was to spend this all-important night with his sweetheart. And he had said so, too, repeatedly, but to absolutely no avail . . .
Jody cried in her loneliness and in her pain. There was no doubt in her mind that she had been right, that Hal was the culprit. "Sure, I've been to bed with a few chicks". . . She kept hearing his words, over and over again. And the tone of his voice, the smugness! Oh, that bastard! Flaunting all his whores at me, like I was one of them too, like I'm not worthy of any respect. . .
Then it hit her all at once: the pain and the loneliness and the guilt. It's all over, she thought, I'm not a virgin anymore! How could he-respect me now? I don't deserve it anyway . . . Oh, why did I let him do it? Why was I so weak? Why didn't I fight back?. . .
The phone rang. She let it ring several times, feeling too upset to answer, but finally she couldn't stand it anymore and she picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Jody! Darling, how do you feel? Did I wake you up?"
She clutched the receiver angrily. "I don't want to talk to you!"
"Please, listen to me," Hal pleaded. "I didn't sleep all night, worrying about you. Look, let me come over, we can talk about it-" "I don't want to talk about it, or about anything with you!"
"Jody, I just don't know what to say. This is incredible. I thought we loved each other! We have to-to be able to talk this over! I-" "Talk it over with one of your damn chicks!" cried Jody with sudden fierceness. Then, stifling a sob, she slammed down the receiver. That'll take care of him, she thought to herself. The bastard! Oooohhhh, damn it! It hurts so much! That sonofabitch, I'll make him pay for what he did to me! Aaooww! Maybe a douche will help . . .
She staggered to the bathroom, wincing at every step, hating him.
Looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Jody was happy to note that there was no big change in her appearance. She checked herself carefully, looking for some tell-tale sign of her new status. I've always heard that you could tell, she said to herself. I wonder if that's true. . . Boy, I sure feel different!
Nothing showed. She still had the same blue eyes, the same pert nose, the same lovely skin, the same full lips. She stroked her face, which was only slightly red from the tears she'd shed earlier. Finally she ended up smiling at herself. You're a bad girl, she said under her breath, but you're not an ugly girl, that's for sure.
She looked in the bathroom cabinet. Sue's bottles of pills and jars of lotion took up all the space, and Jody felt a twinge of resentment as she thought about her cousin's totally selfish outlook. Even here, in the bathroom cabinet, she thought, the damn bitch has to monopolize everything!
Ooooo, I swear! Some day!. . .
But finally she found what she'd been looking for. She took the small plastic container in her hand and read the directions: "For immediate relief of discomfort in the vaginal canal, dilute one tablespoonful in a pint of water and apply solution to affected area." Well, at least the bitch left something useful for me, she thought. Now, where's the damn douche bag?
At last she found the object of her quest. It was in one of Sue's drawers, concealed beneath a pile of underwear. "Now what the hell is it doing here?" Jody wondered out loud. "Why the hell?-" She shrugged and made her way back to the bathroom. She decided to take a hot shower, and turned on the water before mixing the douche solution. Before long she stepped into the tub, carrying the full rubber bag with its long tube in I her hands and wearing a plastic cap over her hair. The water temperature was just right, striking her naked flesh in a smooth, full jet. Jody sighed and J began to relax under the soothing stream.
Aaaaaaaahhhhhh, this really feels good, she said to herself. Oh, if I could only spend the rest of my life under a shower, it would be perfect. . .
She hooked the bag on the shower-head and then gently began to insert the long, narrow tip into her sore vaginal passage. She closed her eyes as she did so, letting the shower water splash in her face as she reached down with both hands between her legs. With one hand she parted the sore lips of her cunt, while with the other she pushed in the rubber tip of the douche bag. She winced in pain as the hard object struck the sensitive opening, and finally she had to raise one leg up on the side of the tub to facilitate her task. Damn him! she cursed under her breath. If it wasn't for that bastard Hal, I wouldn't have to be doing this right now!
At last she managed to insert the thin prong between the pink lips of her cunt. At the same time she let go of the narrow rubber tube, which she'd been pinching to prevent the solution from spilling out, and she immediately felt her cunt being flooded with soft, warm water. She sighed deeply as she felt the narrow jet splashing inside her aching canal. It felt really good, much better than it had ever felt before. It was cleansing and soothing and warming, and suddenly it began to feel as if she were making love again, almost like- "Oooooohhhhhh . . . Aaaaaaahhhhhh ..."
The shower fell in a strong jet on her naked breasts. She rubbed her hands over her stiffening nipples, caressing her flesh, comforting herself with her own hands. A warm wave of pleasure spread throughout her womb, and the higher it rose the more firmly she kneaded the round globes of her breasts.
At the same time she brought her leg down and clamped her thighs around the narrow rubber tube which she had inserted all the way into her cunt. The flow of water was smooth and soothing inside her vagina, and there too she began to feel the heat rising. The fingers of her hand probed the area around her pink cuntal lips, and at last the seeking fingertips found the small, hard prong of her clitoris. Without thinking, she began to rub the small, taut piece of flesh.
Aaaaahhhh! That's it, that's it. . . That's where Hal licked me last night, she recalled suddenly, ashamed at the brazenness of her own memory. Oh, God! What am I doing? It's not right that I should be touching myself this way, that I should feel so good. . .
And yet she didn't stop. Not right away, at least. She pressed on the stiff little bud lodged right at the apex of her cunt lips, teasing it with her fingertip, rolling it around until shocks of delight began racing up and down her spine. This is so-so perverted, she thought. I'm just like one of those characters in the book, one of those fallen women, playing with myself, masturbating. . .
With her other hand she grabbed a bar of soap and began working up a lather on her breasts and on her belly. She then soaped her pubic area thoroughly, allowing some of the soft, slippery suds to slip into her cuntal aperture. Oooohhhh, it feels even better like this. . . It's so smooth, so soft, so wonderful. . .
All at once she was back on the bed with Hal, and she saw him with his face between her legs, his tongue licking her pussy, his hands holding her hips, caressing her breasts, roaming over her naked, trembling body. She saw it all in her mind's eye and she began to feel the same feelings, the same rising warmth. It was good, so good, and she slowly began abandoning herself to the delicious sensations which her fingers were expertly duplicating . . .
Then she saw something else. She saw herself in the big car again, bent over the driver's crotch, sucking at his huge cock.
Oh, God! No, no, no! I'll never be able to forget! I'll never erase the awful memory from my mind! Damn it! I hate them, all those men! I hate them all!
Suddenly she stopped, overcome by guilt and anxiety. She simply couldn't go on fingering herself, letting herself be reduced to the lowest animal level. She pulled the tube out of her vagina and felt the water squish out of her excited cunt. If I don't stop now I'll never be able to look at myself in the mirror again, she said to herself. I'll-I'll be just like the rest, like Sue and like Hal's chicks, damn them, damn them all to hell!
She turned the water off angrily, slapped the shower curtain aside, and grabbed a towl. All right. I lost my virginity . . . But I'm not going to lose the rest of my self-respect, not if I can help it anyhow . . .
She dried herself with the thick, soft towel, noting happily that most of the soreness inside her womb was gone, that it felt cooler inside. She rubbed the last remnants of moisture off her inner thighs and patted the dark bush of her underbelly. At least that stuff did the job, she thought as she replaced the small plastic container on the cabinet shelf. Good old Sue, you have to admit she's not totally useless...
Thinking about Sue, however, also reminded Jody that she was somewhat angry with her roommate. I'll fix her, she said under her breath. I'll put that wet douche bag right back where she left it! Haha!
Jody did exactly that. She threw the bag into Sue's drawer and tossed the long rubber tube in after it, then began shuffling Sue's underwear so it would cover up everything just like before. Then Jody saw something she had never laid eyes on in her life.
"My God! What's that?" she exclaimed.
First she looked at the object. It was about eight inches long, pinkish-orange in color, and shaped just like a man's penis.
"No! I don't believe it!" She looked away and began shutting the drawer. "It's disgusting!"
But she didn't shut the drawer completely. She glanced back in, just to make sure that what she had seen was really what she thought she had seen.
It was.
God, it's really ugly! she thought, screwing her face up in a grimace. What would anyone want that for?
Then she picked it up. She looked at it closely. She held it in her hand, turned it around, felt it, wrapped her fingers around it-but didn't let it go.
What am I doing with this-this thing? What would anybody want to- She smiled to herself. All at once she understood why Sue kept a dildo around. It's not really so bad, she thought, looking at it some more. A girl could have fun with it and risk nothing. . . Hey, this might be pretty neat after all. . .
She clasped the long, hard rubber penis to her chest and sat down on her bed. She lay back, unwrapped the wet towel from her body, and slowly began rubbing the thick dildo along the insides of her thighs.
God, this is positively obscene, she thought. I must be losing my mind. . . But it does feet nice. . .
She took it in both her hands. She cupped the large, round head of the dildo and caressed it with her fingers. Then she stroked the long shaft^ placing it against her hairy pubis and letting the head touch the lips of her cunt. Slowly, gently, she pressed against the end of the dildo. She gasped as she felt the round tip parting her pink cunt lips. She gasped louder as the bulbous end began to penetrate her moist, still excited vagina. She let out a loud moan as she pushed the fake pecker into herself further, several inches suddenly disappearing into her stretched tunnel of lust. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
She grasped the root of the rubber dildo with her hand and slowly pulled it out of her cunt. She pulled it all the way out and it made a plopping sound. She felt herself blushing with shame, but by now all she could really think of was how good it had felt inside her, how pleasant the feeling of having her cunt lips stretching out to accommodate the smooth, life-like object.
She inserted the head again. She also began playing with her clitoris, rubbing with one finger while plunging the stiff shaft into her cunt with her other hand. She moved it in and out, faster and faster, and she continued rubbing the sensitive, swollen nub of her clitoris harder and harder.
Jody began to breathe very hard, gasping every time she pushed the mechanical cock into her slippery cunt, writhing to its rhythmic probings like some wild, demented animal. She pushed the solid shaft into her sucking twat with all her might, then pulled it out just as brusquely, crying out loudly from the excruciatingly intense feeling. "Oh, God! Oooooohhhhh ..." Jerking it in and out, faster and faster, at the same time rubbing her clitoris until it was practically raw, Jody ascended the mountain of lustful pleasure, farther and farther up the slope, reaching for the top, coming closer and closer to detonating the explosive charge churning within her loins.
I'm going to make it! she promised herself. Finally, finally-I'm going to make it-after all these years, I'm going to come! I'm going to-to have an orgasm. "Aaaaahhhh!"
Her stomach muscles tensed to the breaking point. Her lips dry and tautly drawn over her teeth, she worked the dildo with unabated ferocity, shoving it into her cunt, ramming its entire length again and again into her slippery hole, jerking it as fast as she could, faster than her wrist could bear. Her finger crushed the sensitive, throbbing bud of her clitoris, then rolled it, pinched it, twisted it, rubbed it until she thought it would burst into flames . . .
I'm getting there! I'm getting there-"Ah! Aaaaahhhh!" Oh, just a little bit ''more, just a little- The phone rang.
It rang very loudly, very persistently.
Its ringing managed quite efficiently to destroy everything Jody had been so heroically trying to build . . .
4 Certain people can listen to the ringing of a telephone without feeling the slightest urge to pick up the receiver. Others can hear the familiar jingling and, if they happen to be busy doing something else-such as showering or answering the call of nature-can manage with some effort to resist the temptation of the tinkling Circe. But by far the vast majority of contemporary humans, be they male or female, will literally drop everything in order to get to a ringing phone, even-in extreme instances-if it's not their own.
Jody definitely belonged to the compulsive-phone-answerer group, and had not the slightest notion as to why. Though she was caught on the verge of a long-sought breakthrough to paradise, and though she trembled with rage and frustration as she lay on the bed for a brief moment wondering who dared call her at such a crucial moment of her life, her conditioned reflexes almost immediately asserted their power over her more sensual desires.
Sighing deeply, she extracted the phallic replica from her still-quivering vagina and stumbled dizzily into the living room.
If it's him again, she muttered under her breath, I'll never speak to him again. The bastard!
But it wasn't Hal. With mounting embarrassment, Jody found herself speaking to her mother, who in a somewhat hysterical voice was complaining that her son had run away from home again and refused to come back and finish high ;( school. She also told of Jody's eleven-year-old sister, Cissy, being suspended from school for � engaging in some harmless but unapproved business transactions. Finally, Jody's mother begged her to go find her brother-seventeen-year-old Brian-and talk him into coming back home. Apparently he had run off to one of the beach cities, and though he had no phone the distraught mother had been able to find out his address, which of course she gave to Jody and then proceeded to burst into tears. A few moments later, Jody gazed at the silent phone and wondered what she'd got herself into. It's not as if I didn't have enough problems of my own! she thought. Then, suddenly conscious of her nakedness, Jody leapt to her feet. My God! It's a good thing Sue didn 7 come in while I was sitting I there all naked!
She looked guiltily at the dildo when she walked back into the bedroom. She grabbed it with revulsion and took it into the bathroom to wash iti off. She noticed her hands were shaking and realized that her body was still excited, still tingling despite the interruption of the phone call.
Eventually, she dried off the object of her shame and carefully replaced it in her roommate's drawer, re-arranging all the underwear as before.
At last she got herself dressed. She selected a pair of shorts, in tune with the latest hot pants craze, and admired her long, trim legs in the mirror. She stroked her legs with unconscious narcissism, then stopped suddenly as she recalled her frustrated attempt at self-gratification. She silently vowed not to think about it anymore, but keeping that promise proved to be impossible.
As she drove southward to the beach towns, Jody's reflections turned again and again to that wild moment of abandon when, lying back on her bed, she had rammed the thick, smooth rubber phallus between the juicy lips of her vagina. The more she dwelt on the retrospective image, the closer she came to recapturing the initial warm wave of pleasure which she'd experienced.
And then she thought about Hal. It was all his fault, of course. If it hadn't been for him, she would have never had to resort to- But no! Actually it was Sue's fault, and that guy she had brought home! They were the ones who had stimulated her to go ahead with Hal- But that reasoning wasn't so valid, and she knew it. She had to face the presence of a new, strictly sexual hunger within herself-a sexual voraciousness which refused to go away.
In order to distract herself, she thought about her brother and their forthcoming meeting. She hadn't seen Brian for several months and she wondered if he'd changed. He was an attractive young man, and bright too. I can't say I blame him wanting to be here, she thought as she drove off the freeway and into the first of many small beach cities. It's a lot better than back home, with all the smog and the tracts and the ugly signs all over the place. I wonder what his plans are. Well, I guess I'll find out soon enough.
When she thought she was getting close to the right area, she pulled into a gas station and asked the young, tanned attendant to direct her to the street she was looking for. It turned out to be close by and a couple minutes later she was there, parking in front of one of the many small, clapboard houses which huddled together at beach side.
Heartbeat racing, she pushed aside the small wooden gate and rang the doorbell.
There was no immediate answer. Jody waited a whole minute and then rang again. Damn it! I hope I didn't come all the way down here for nothing, she thought. Come on, Brian, be there!
Finally she heard the thump of footsteps, and in another moment the door swung open to reveal a tall, blond, sleepy-eyed young man, naked except for a pair of faded blue jeans which had been sheared off mid-way up his muscular thighs. He nibbed his eyes with his Fist, and without looking at Jody growled, "Yeah? What do you want?"
She was slightly taken aback by the towering, scowling presence. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the young man's enormously broad shoulders, his hard, highly-delineated muscles, and especially his deep, golden tan. He looked for all the world like one of those mythological creatures, an ancient god who had deigned to come down from Olympus to mix with mere humans like herself. Jody couldn't recall ever seeing someone quite so impressive, so powerfully masculine. She stood there for several moments, staring at him and listening to the wild pounding of her heart.
"Well, what the hell do you want?" he asked again, gazing at her through squinting eyes.
"I- I'm sorry if I woke you up," she began hesitantly.
"You should be. I was just having a groovy dream."
"Oh, well- I was looking for Brian. Is he here?"
Still squinting, he licked his lips and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, then leaned against the doorjamb and folded both his arms across his chest. He gave the intruder an obvious but cursory once-over, from the top of her lovely head to the tips of her bare toes. "Who's Brian?" he asked in a cold, flat tone.
"Oh! I'm terribly sorry.' I was given this address. Oh, my goodness, I hope I didn't make a mistake!" Completely flustered, Jody glanced down at the piece of paper and then back at the number by the side of the door. "Well, I just don't understand- This is the address I was given. I-" "Who are you?" the young man asked abruptly.
"I'm-my name is Jody, I-" "How're you doing, Jody?" he said, yawning.
"Well, fine-I mean, is this really the wrong place? Do you know Brian?"
"Brian? Brian?" He scratched his head. "I know lots of Brians. Brian Jones, Brian Stone, Brian Donleavy-" "No, it's my brother I'm looking for, Brian-" "You're Brian's sister?" asked the young man in a surprised tone. He opened his eyes wide for the first time and Jody saw they were a deep, clear blue. She also saw the twinkle of a smile dancing there, a mischievous, teasing smile. "Well, why in hell didn't you say so? Just like a stupid broad to withhold important information like that! Okay, Jody-Brian's-sister, come on in. I guess you're safe."
He turned and walked back into the apartment without a backward glance. Jody stared at the massive brown back receding from her, awestruck by the rippling muscles, and finally stumbled into the narrow hallway and closed the door behind her with some trepidation. She wondered what he meant by her being "safe".
She walked slowly into the apartment, taking in the many unusual sights with growing curiosity. First there were the posters, dozens of them covering every available space on the walls: colorful posters, psychedelic posters, funny posters, actors' posters, even religious posters; then the tapestries hanging in doorways and over windows: Indian print, Near Eastern motifs, and weird, multi-colored patterns that seemed dyed or bleached onto huge sheets; finally the endless piles of bric-a-brac: everything from surf boards to water pipes to books to blankets to pillows-all piled helter-skelter wherever she looked, on the floor and in corners and half-way up the walls. It was the most disorderly and yet by far the most fascinating collection of paraphernalia Jody had ever seen.
Glancing past one of the tapestries which hung only part-way across an open door, Jody noticed another room. There the decor appeared slightly more subdued, but perhaps only because of the dominating presence of a huge, king-size bed. Not much else could be distinguished in the semi-darkness of the bedroom.
"You looking for something in there?" asked the host pointedly.
"Why-no!" Jody turned around brusquely, jolted by the arrogance of his tone. She saw him standing in the kitchenette, behind a formica covered bar, pouring the contents of several jars and containers into a large blender. The smile on his face betrayed the irony of the question. She decided to give him a taste of his own poison. "I was just thinking," she said in her most supercilious voice, "that you-whoever you are-could really use a housekeeper!"
"Already got one," he replied without the slightest reaction. "Why-you looking for a job?"
Jody frowned. He had beaten her to the punch once again, and she was beginning to dislike the situation. Leaning heavily on the sarcasm, she said, "No thanks, I'm gainfully employed - which is more than I can say for your supposed, huh, housemaid. Looks like she hasn't been reporting for work, eh?"
"She's got another job, too. Gets paid for that one, so it takes precedence." He wiped his hands on the side of his jeans, covered the blender, and switched on the current. "But listen, chickie, if you're really that stoked to get this place cleaned up, be my guest!" He flicked a dust cloth toward her and it landed at her feet. "Go ahead, don't let me stop you. I would never stand in the way of a cleaning woman!"
"You're-you're really sassy!" she cried as he burst out laughing. She listened to the deep rumble of his laughter, which seemed to roar upward from the depths of his flat belly, and eventually fell prey to its infectious quality and began to laugh too. "All right, all right, I give up. I promise I won't make any more nasty comments, but only on one condition: will you tell me who you are and where I can find my brother?"
"Sure, sure, we'll get to that." He switched off the blender and filled two large glasses with thick, pale liquid. "Here, have a taste. Everything's organic, super rich in vitamins and guaranteed to be good for your body." He handed her a glass over the counter. "Although from the looks of it, you've been feeding your body okay." He clicked . the rim of his glass against hers and smiled. "Cheers!"
"Cheers." Jody avoided his gaze, feeling herself blush from his compliment. Deep down, she could sense her slumbering sexuality beginning to wake up again, the familiar warm glow spreading from her tummy throughout the rest of her body. She tried to push those disturbing memories from her mind and concentrated instead on the delicious liquid which trickled down into her throat. "Mmmmmm, it's delicious!" she exclaimed, smacking her lips. "What in the world did you put in there?"
"Yogurt, honey, protein powder, banana juice, vanilla, tiger's milk, vitamin concentrate, and-" he paused, flashing a bright smile, "-my own, secret ingredient."
Jody blushed again. "And what could that be?" I "If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret anymore now, would it?" "I guess not." "Then I can't tell you."
She giggled. Strange how funny he makes me feel, she thought giddily. It's as if he could see through me, right down into my body. God! Is it just my imagination, or did it get warm in here all of a sudden? "Could we-open a window or something? I feel-very hot!"
"All the windows are open. It's a very hot day, baby, or didn't you notice?"
"Well, I-I guess so. Whew! I just didn't notice until now, that's all."
"Go ahead and take your clothes off if you're that hot. It doesn't bother me none." He let out a slow chuckle and sipped at his drink.
"Why-I don't even know who you are!"
He laughed again. "So what? This is the beach, you dig? Everybody goes around bare ass down here. Nothing really matters, y'know? That's the life-style, it's what everybody digs."
"Well, it's not my life-style!" Jody protested. "I'd be-very ashamed to walk around in front of strangers without any clothes on!"
"By the way, my name is Paul. Now that we're not strangers anymore, why don't you go right ahead and take off those silly clothes of yours? Be comfortable!"
"I am comfortable!" she protested vehemently. Then, as if realizing how foolish she must have sounded, she smiled her most dazzling smile and said, "Nice to meet you, Paul, and sorry if I seem so-so uptight!"
"That's cool with me. It's really my fault, getting on your case like that. I just like to mess around a little with you uptown chicks!" He smiled again and gazed deep into her eyes. "Your brother mentioned you once or twice, said you had a gig in town and kept a pretty straight life. Didn't say anything about how good-looking you were, though, that creep!"
Jody avoided the young man's burning glance, feeling a resurgence of that strong, sensual tingle inside her womb. She focused her attention on his bronzed, blue-veined hands, marveling at their dark color and vibrant power. But this produced quite the opposite effect she'd intended: all at once she began to see those hands moving over her body, caressing her flesh, gripping her breasts and buttocks; in her imagination, she felt those long, tapering fingers playing with her nipples, stroking the insides of her thighs, slowly penetrating the damp vale between her legs. She gasped audibly and then, for lack of anything better to do, gulped down the rest of her sweetly mysterious drink.
"You all right?" Paul asked with concern, peering into her face.
"Oh, yes!" she gushed. "It's all right-the drink was simply delicious!" She turned away from him and took a few steps into the room. "Do you mind if I sit down?" she asked weakly.
"Not at all, not at all! But look, it is kind of messy in here. Why don't we go sit in there? It's better, believe me."
Jody was about to protest when she felt his hand on her elbow, guiding her away from the couch she'd been contemplating and toward the other room. It didn't seem unnatural somehow, or even slightly forced, so she went along with him. It was much darker in the bedroom, and, she noted with relief, much cooler as well. In a moment her eyes became accustomed to the dim light and she glanced around curiously.
The bedroom was every bit as unusual as everything else in the apartment. From the ceiling hung an oversize piece of material, deep red in color and billowing out in all directions toward the walls like a bedouin's tent. The floor was covered in thick carpets and pillows were strewn everywhere just like in the living room. The enormous low bed was covered by colorful sheets, also dyed and bleached so as to present a wild multitude of patterns. The walls held a number of posters, but these all presented a mystical theme: oriental mandalas; ancient Egyptian animal-god figures; and modern, surrealistic images full of brightly colored symbols such as pyramids, rainbows, and stars. In addition, there were several buddhas and some brass objects which served as incense-burners. The total effect was esoteric in the extreme but also very calming and harmonious, resembling nothing less than a religious shrine.
"This is really wild," said Jody. "I'm really impressed."
"Don't be, it's only a bunch of things," replied Paul, lying down on the bed and stretching out his large frame. "Come on, have a seat and we'll talk," he added, patting the bed at his side.
Jody hesitated briefly but then lowered herself at the foot of the bed, aiming close to the edge. She put down her hand to steady herself and then withdrew it suddenly as she felt it sink into the strange, bouncy mattress. "What's this?" she exclaimed in surprise, teetering precariously on one leg. "It's really weird! My hand sank into the mattress like-" "Haven't you been on a water bed before?"
"Wow! Is that what it is? I've been dying to try one!"
"So try it! Don't worry, it won't break." He laughed, observing her tenuous, fearful attempt at sitting down. "Go on, go ahead!"
She finally managed to sit down and immediately felt herself bouncing and rolling on the moving surface. "Hey! How do you stay on this thing? Help!"
"Why don't you lie down and lie still for awhile. The more you move, the more it moves, get it?"
"That makes sense." Intrigued by the novelty of it all, Jody pulled herself gradually toward the head of the bed, staying as close to the edge as she could without falling off. Not that she would've had far to fall: the bed was barely a foot above the floor, and in any event the carpeting was such as to cushion any fall quite effectively. At last she stretched out on her back and let herself float atop the aquatic berth, staring up at the billowing folds of the ceiling and feeling the waves moving silently under her supine body.
"Not bad, huh?" said Paul. "I wouldn't sleep on anything else, myself."
"Don't you get-seasick?" she asked with a giggle.
"Ah, you get used to it real fast. It's a groove, and it's better for you, too. You see, the water exerts equal pressure everywhere on your body, no matter how you're lying. It's healthier that way. You're never stiff or cramped when you wake up."
She bounced her hips off the bed, then laughed as she felt the ripples racing back and forth under the sheets. "This must be really strange for-making love," she said with a laugh. Right away she wanted to take back that remark, as if it might have somehow encouraged Paul to make a pass.
"Take your clothes off and I'll show you," he said casually, thus confirming her worst fears. He made no gesture toward her, however, but remained propped against some pillows with his hands folded behind his head, smiling his usual smile.
"That's naughty! I told you before, I'm not that kind of girl."
"What kind is that?"
"The kind that-takes her clothes off in front of strangers!"
"Cut the shit. Look, it's all the same to me. If you don't have eyes to ball, then stop talking about it!"
Jody said nothing for a moment. She listened to her heartbeat and to the rest of the movements inside and outside her body. What's happening? she asked herself finally. What am I doing lying here with a strange man, on this-this bathtub? I must be going crazy, talking about making love and everything.
"Where's my brother?" she asked suddenly. "That's why I came here in the first place, for your information, not to-to-" "Not to fuck?"
Jody gulped. The word echoed through her mind a dozen times. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck . . . Oh, no! That's not what I want to do! No, no! Then she heard it again: Fuck, fuck, fuck . . . No! I don't want him to think that! I'm going to get up right this minute and walk away! What kind of a person does he think I am, saying things like that!
He laughed, then reached over and rested his hand on her belly. He spoke in a soft, deep voice. "Hey, things are really shaking in there. I bet you're the passionate type . . . Runs in the family, huh?"
Jody gasped. "What do you . . . mean . . . by . . . that?" she asked haltingly, every word requiring tremendous effort, her throat suddenly dry and parched.
"Nothing, nothing at all," he replied slowly. "Just that your brother is-well, let's say he keeps the girls happy, okay?"
"Brian-he-how do you know?"
Paul chortled. "We all sleep together in this bed, Brian, Mona, and me."
"Who's Mona?"
"The housekeeper."
"And you-you sleep together? All of you?" she asked with a shocked expression.
"Communal life. There's nothing like it."
"But who-I mean, is she Brian's girl friend? What-" "She belongs to both of us. We're all working together toward the same goal. We share and share alike, and everything belongs to everyone."
"I don't-understand."
"You don't have to. Plenty of time for details later." His hand gripped the tense flesh of her abdomen and began caressing it firmly, gently. He leaned over and touched her ear with his lips, sending shivers up and down her spine. He swung one leg over her thighs, rubbing her pale skin slowly with his dark, muscled limb.
"Paul-wait! This isn't right-" Jody protested feebly, pushing with both hands against his chest. "I don't want to-I really don't!"
"Of course you don't, you're not even warmed up yet," he replied understanding^. "Just you relax, baby, and leave the doing to me ... " He's so much bigger, so much stronger than me, Jody thought. Trying to push him away is like trying to move a ten ton truck! What am I going to do? He won't even listen to me!
She made a valiant effort to slip out from under Paul's grasp, but on the treacherous, unfamiliar surface of the water bed she merely succeeded in setting the whole works to pitching and rolling like a ship in a storm. There was absolutely nothing to dig into, no way to get any kind of decent leverage in order to push off; only that strangely yielding plastic which absorbed heels and elbows and buttocks alike, with no discrimination; and the constantly moving mass of water underneath, alive with a will of its own, going up when she wanted it to go down and vice versa, apparently conspiring with her bronzed, passionate seducer.
The bed and the beach boy weren't her only antagonists, either. As she felt his legs slithering over hers and his hand slowly caressing the long expanse of bare flesh between her knees and the tight borders of her shorts, Jody truly began to understand what was meant by "hot pants". The furnace between her legs was being stoked again, just as it had been earlier in the car and earlier still in the shower and in her bedroom. She could feel the heat rising with each of his expert caresses, and the bolder he became, the further up he pushed his long fingers, the closer to the center of her smoldering caldron he reached, the more impossible it became for Jody to fight back with any real purpose. Assailed from within as well as from without by the insistent, primeval forces of sexuality, she began to slip into that undefinable area between consciousness and unconsciousness, that half-world of incomplete awareness where will power so easily succumbs to the more fundamental, often repressed, instinctual urges of our basic animal identity.
"These damn clothes are getting in the way," Paul said. "Time to get naked!"
"But-but I don't want to-" "Sorry, I can't hear you," he said with a smile as he began undoing her shorts. "Seems I just suffered a relapse. It's the deafness, you know." He pointed to his ear and shrugged. "Comes from listening to too much loud surf."
Despite her mounting anxieties, Jody managed a smile. "Please, Paul," she begged in an ingratiating tone. "Be fair. Don't take advantage of my weakness. I-" She struggled with his hands, trying to pull them away from the waistband of her shorts. In the next moment she knew she had failed. The pressure on her hips suddenly released as her pants came loose. "Paul, don't! I'm- I'm-" "You're going to get fucked, baby, so you might as well get used to the idea and just let it happen."
He's really going to do it! she thought helplessly. He's so-so determined! There's nothing I could possibly do-nothing I could say! Oh, my God!
She gasped loudly. With a sharp tug of his hands, Paul was removing her shorts, lifting up her hips with the force of his pulling. He slid them down in one, smooth motion, all the way from her hips to her ankles, and he did it so quickly that she didn't have time to do anything but cover her face in anguish. It took her another few seconds to realize that he hadn't only removed her shorts, but her panties as well. The cool breeze of his breath blowing all the way up the inside of her leg, from the ankles up, sent a zinging bolt through her pulsating crotch and caused another, much louder gasp to escape from her surprised lips.
"Oooooooohhhhhh! What are you doing-wh-" "Now that's a silly question," he said, covering her mons veneris with the palm of his huge hand. "Tell me, has anyone told you that you have a beautiful pussy?"
She looked up at him, wide-eyed, still covering her mouth with her hand. His straight blond hair hung down over his forehead and his blue eyes were smiling down at her above his slightly curved, sensuous lips.
"Why, no!" she replied, feeling the heat rising through her rapidly. "Oh, my! I don't know what to say, this is so-" "Yeah, I know what you mean." Paul laughed softly, confidently. "Come on, let's get the rest of these things off your beautiful body. A little help, chickie ..."
He already had the light jersey top nearly half-way off her torso, and though she knew this was absolutely the point of no return Jody made no move to resist but weakly lifted her arms above her head and allowed him to remove the slinky garment.
"Wow! I don't believe it," he said with a snigger. "How come you wear a bra, baby? Don't you know what year this is?"
"Why, yes-I-I always-" "You mean, you haven't heard of Women's Liberation?" He laughed as he unhooked her bra with amazingly deft fingers and then slipped it off her shoulders. "There, now you're free. Isn't that better?" He sat, grinning, with the large, white brassiere in his hands. He shook his head, first looking at her delicious white breasts and then back at the bra. "Why, it's positively shameful to keep those gorgeous titties of yours in prison like that. You know, I've got half a mind to burn this stupid thing." "No, don't!"
"All right, in that case I will." He got up, still laughing, while Jody gagged and made some foolish attempts at covering up her bareness, and soon returned from the kitchen with a large, round metal tray. Ignoring her whimpering protests, Paul set down the tray on a small table and then flicked a lighter at the slider cotton of the bra clips. The flame sputtered briefly, then caught on in a rush. "Wheeeeee! Look at it go! Hahahaha! You know, just between you and me, I wanted to grow up and be a pyromaniac back when I was a kid. Weird, huh?"
Jody looked at the funeral pyre of her bra, unsure whether to laugh or cry. She finally gave in to the comical aspects of the scene and began to giggle. "Well, it looks like you succeeded," she said tauntingly. "It's a pity more people can't achieve their childhood ambitions!"
He gazed at her with a look feigning outraged innocence. "Oh, no, you don't understand, I failed at that one!" He got up again, picking up the tray with the charred, smoldering embers and talking as he dumped the contents in the garbage. "I never could stand the smell of things burning, so I gave up pretty quick and found myself another ambition." With those words he returned to the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed looking down at Jody with her legs tightly folded together and her arms covering her breasts. He grinned as he popped open the buttons on his sheared-off Levi's. "Care to guess what it was?"
"I-I wouldn't have the faintest idea. Oh!" The exclamation came when Paul dropped his pants and Jody found herself staring at the long, thick penis dangling between his legs, resembling nothing less than one of those huge salamis which hang in butcher shops. And it wasn't even hard yet!
"Well, since you've been such a good girl so far," he said, kneeling down on the bed and taking hold of both her knees with his hands, "I'm going to tell you." He gripped her kneecaps firmly and pulled the rest of her trembling body down toward him, spreading her legs apart in the process. She clutched at the sides of the water bed with her hands in a vain attempt at slowing or stopping her downward slide. When he had her where he wanted her, he brought his hands under her thighs and lowered his head until his chin rested atop the shimmering patch of her pubic hair. The bed was in constant motion, water sloshing back and forth beneath her body, but Paul didn't take his eyes off hers all the while he was moving her into position. "Do you want to know?"
Her heart pounding wildly in her chest and feeling totally, helplessly exposed in her nakedness, Jody blurted, "Yes-no-I don't care! I mean, let me go-please!" "I'm afraid that's impossible now. You see, I grew up to be a slobbering, unrepentant, unapologizing, single-minded, no-good, ornery, ah-some people even call it un-American, so I hear-in short, a crotch-worshiper, a cunt-lover, licker, lapper, fucker, whatever-you get my meaning?" He grimaced, showing all his teeth, opening his eyes wide, and flicking his tongue rapidly in and out. "I'm a sex maniac!"
"No, no!" Jody gasped, pushing with all her might and with both her hands against the blond head bent over her exposed pussy. But in the next instant all the energy drained out of her arms, all her muscles turned to jelly, all will to resist evaporated from her short-circuited brain. Her arms flopped down on the sheets and from her throat came a barely audible, "Nooohhhh ..."
Paul was through talking, but his tongue was just beginning to swing into action. He wasted no time getting to the heart of the matter. His hands were already wound around Jody's ample thighs and so he held them parted as he plunged down into her pink-lipped cunt, instantly finding the sensitive prong of her clitoris.
Jody moaned loudly as she felt the entire breadth of Paul's tongue pressing against her crotch, and particularly against her nubby clit. He obviously wasn't the type to start slowly and build up, clearly preferring the total, high-speed coverage from the word go. She was completely overcome by his intense, ravishing lapping, her vagina instantly burning into a hot, wet hole as his saliva mingled with her own flowing juices.
The fleeting thought passed through her mind that this was the beginning of the end for her, that after allowing herself to fall into this position she would never be the same again. Her mind flashed briefly to the book she'd read, to the part where the heroine underwent a similar oral rape. In the book, the girl had gone berserk after the event, becoming sexually insatiable. Jody wondered, Will I become a nymphomaniac too? In another moment her mind lost all capacity for rational thought and was swept away in a series of pounding, lustful waves, each more powerful than its predecessor, each carrying her upward to unsealed heights of abandoned pleasure.
Paul's tongue was hot and thick and churning, probing every nook and cranny of her fiery crotch. He rolled it over her stiffening clitoris, around and around, and then shoved it up her slithery crack as far as it would go. Then he teased her, flicking at the excited bud of her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, making her quiver with his quick, abrupt tonguings. Each time he struck the sensitive nub of flesh she felt as if tiny arrows were being shot into her tingling cunt, passing from the tender, juicy flesh directly into her swooning brain.
And then she felt his fingers stroking the lips of her cunt, tracing a slow path around the pulsating circumference of her vulva. First one, then two fingertips travelled around the pink, wet labia, ultimately probing boldly into the gaping, vibrating gap in between. He didn't stop licking her clitoris, either, and the combined sensations of his fingers and his tongue made Jody cry out like an animal in heat.
The cries were still in her throat when she suddenly felt his fingers slipping into her crack, stretching the aperture to accommodate their bulk, slithering deeper and deeper into her hungry cunt.
"Oh! Ah! Aaaahhhh!"
He shoved them all the way in and kept sucking at her clitoris as he moved his fingers inside her cunt, back and forth and sideways. Jody felt as if every nerve in her body, every cell capable of any sensation were located in the one small area of her womb. Never before had she been so conscious of having a huge, gaping, sucking cavern between her legs. Everything was concentrated in that spot: his fingers, his tongue, his lips, her consciousness, her brain, her soul. . .
"Aaaarrrrggghhhhh!" she cried out again and again.
Her cunt began to feel like a volcano, erupting time and again with hot, molten lava. She could feel the rumblings deep in her womb, and then the oozing of her hot juices over his hand and mouth. Jt was fantastic, with all sorts of explosions going off inside her brain and her loins. Again and again her whole body was wracked with spasms, all of them originating in the center of her universe, in the hot, spewing crater of her cuntal orifice, which had stretched to accommodate yet another pistoning finger.
Agonized moans of lust tore from Jody's lips as she rolled her head from side to side on the bed, finally digging into a pillow with her outstretched hand to keep from screaming even louder. Her hips ground up against his face as much as his vise-like grip allowed them to move, and her legs parted as wide as they could in order to present the maximum sensitive surface for his maniacal licking and plunging. She had been metamorphosed into a complete animal, screeching and hissing, breathing heavily, deeply, hotly-above all, wanting more, much more inside her aching, churning loins.
He didn't keep anything from her, either. He pushed her thighs up a bit more, so that her legs were almost touching her chest, and licked downward with his tongve until its tip had found the tight, wrinkled opening of her anus. With fingers still churning inside her cunt, he inserted the tip of his tongue into her anus, immediately sending a fresh wave of electric shocks up her spine and throughout her body.
"Oh, God! Ooooohhhhhh!"
The new, incredible sensation devastated her thoroughly. She clutched the pillow tightly as she felt his tongue plunge yet deeper into her rectal passage, the hot thickness of it filling her tunnel with an unbelievably sweet, melting effect. He probed her stretched-out anus for a time, forcing open the sphincter and then plunging so deeply she thought he would tear her apart. He kept on ramming his tongue into her anus until she thought she would scream from the intense delight of it all, the new, unimagined power of this kind of penetration.
Then he returned to her neglected clitoris, taking it between his lips and nibbling at it with his teeth, rolling it against his tongue and finally sucking at it with a steady, pulling motion, like a baby on his mother's nipple. As Jody cried out again he introduced one of his fingers in her recently abandoned rectal tunnel, inserting it slowly but steadily in the tight, clamped orifice.
"Oh, God! Aaaaaarrrrgggghhhhh! I'm going to-Aaaaaarrrrgghhh!'' This time I'm going to make it, she thought. / will! I will!
She teetered on the brink for a short while longer as the explosive force built up inside her womb, but there was no way she would be robbed of her pleasure this time, not with Paul sucking on her clitoris and plunging his fingers into her cunt and asshole the way he was, steadily, expertly, working toward her inevitable and beautifully liberating orgasm.
Finally she felt it begin to go off, deep in her womb. It spread over her like a blanket of torrid heat, shaking her with its untrammelled power, turning her into a shaking, vibrating mass of flesh. It focused itself on her crotch, on that fiery, juicy cunt which was being rubbed and sucked and penetrated by the - knowing giant. It wiped from her mind any memory of the past, anything except the moment itself, the detonating, smashing present. It finally made her scream, from the depth of her soul: "AAAAHHHH! I'm coming! I'm commmmmmmmingggggggg!"
She finally made it over the top, her abdomen clenching and then expanding like a rubber band, again and again, taken over by a quaking series of spasms. Her asshole winked around his still-probing fingers, sucking them into its exploding depths. Her clitoris was a laser, piercing through to her very soul. Her cunt flowed freely with its volcanic juices, a cavernous receptacle for his ceaselessly plunging fingers.
"AAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!"
It happened again, and then again. The fireworks shooting off inside her pleasure-drowned brain kept on igniting new ones in an endless series of exploding wheels and chariots and rockets.
At last she felt him slow down. She didn't really want him to, but she was too weak to say anything, or even to open her eyes. She heard him laugh.
"I'm beginning to think I'm not the only sex maniac on this bed," he said slowly. "Wow! You really got it on, chickie. I have to admit it really stokes me. You're not, ah-thinking of quitting on me, are you?"
"No, nooooohh," she moaned weakly. "Nooooohhhhhh ..."
The bed was still undulating beneath their bodies even though they had both stopped moving. The water was soothing now, producing the same effect as a cradle. Jody let herself loll gently, her body sinking into the welcoming aquatic folds. It was all so good, so damn good . . .
"Tell me what you want," he said. "Let me hear you say it."
"Oooooohhhh . . . Aaaaahhhhh ..." Jody didn't recognize the voice right away, but it was hers-hers and no one else's-saying, "I want you to fuck me-fuck me ... " He laughed and then fell on top of her still-quivering body. In an instant his thick pecker was pushing against the wet lips of her cunt. She gasped as she felt the tender flesh stretching once again, and then gasped more loudly as she realized that it was going to be spread much wider than it had been when only his fingers had been crammed into her vaginal passage. Instinctively, she reached down to guide the neglected penis into her waiting hole. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt its thickness, but she slowly, lovingly enlaced her fingers around its massive girth, pushing the bulbous head between the pink, expectant lips of her cunt.
Without warning, he shoved. She cried out in pain as she felt the entire length of his cock sliding inside her hole, inch by inch, plunging so deeply that she thought he was going to punch right through her uterus and into her stomach. Her thighs flew up and locked around his hips and she grabbed him with both her arms, clinging on to his powerful neck for dear life.
When he started to move that enormous cock inside her gaping pussy, there was nothing else Jody could do but hang on and hope to survive the onslaught. He was like a man possessed, a veritable demon. The thick, slippery penis withdrew part-way from her cuntal aperture, only to jam heavily back into the squishy, yielding hole. Each time the solid shaft sank in, it did so with increased furor, with additional energy. Each time he pulled back to gather momentum, she clung on more tightly and prayed that the swollen battering ram wouldn't kill her, at least not until she could come again.
Eventually she bit and scratched and drew long welts on his back with her nails, and she screamed and wriggled on the end of his pistoning cock like a wild mare fucking her favorite stallion, and at last she cried out from the depths of her ecstatic soul: ''Fuck me! Fuck me! Kill me! AAAAAHHHHHHH!"
And he did, harder and faster and deeper, perhaps not quite enough to kill her, but enough so she thought she wouldn't be able to bear another excruciating minute of his pounding, hammering cock-until finally, with a series of wild, animalistic lunges .he brought her to the peak of joyful conflagration. She could feel him pounding more rapidly into her, bouncing her clear off the aquatic mattress, and could hear the breath hissing from his throat. And when she felt his cock swell beyond belief inside her raw, burning cunt; when she felt the hot, sticky sperm inundating the worn, steaming cavern of her womb; when she felt jet after jet pouring out of his cock and in the churning receptacle of her vagina in a seemingly endless stream-only then did she realize how defenseless she had become, and how careless. But it was too late to do anything about the flood of semen inside the furnace of her cunt. It was too late to do anything but moan and hold on and fight back the tears-tears of joy and tears of anguish.
Somehow he understood and, in a gesture which surprised her completely, he smiled and covered her lips with his, kissing her for the first time.
And for a long time ... so long, in fact, that it took quite a while for Jody's mind to accept the sound of slow applause and of an amused voice saying, "Right on, sister-right on!"
Jody was stunned. The arrival of a third party was the last thing she expected. She tried to make herself smaller under Paul's covering body, but she couldn't resist peeking around his blond head to catch a glimpse of the intruder. She felt a thunderbolt in the pit of her stomach. That abrupt jolt, followed by a sinking feeling, managed quite effectively to wipe out all the warm, delightful sensations which, only moments before, had been so overwhelming.
"Brian!" she cried. "What-what are you doing here?"
Her kid brother laughed and stepped into the bedroom, dragging behind him a petite doll of a redhead. "That's just what I was going to ask you," he replied with a disarming grin. "I live here, what's your excuse?"
"I-I-" Jody was speechless. She was blushing from head to toe and knew it, but that was nothing compared to the crushing humiliation she felt, lying there spread-eagled and nakedly exposed to her little brother's mocking gaze.
"She's my guest," said Paul. "And as far as I'm concerned, she can stay."
"For sure! Who said anything about tossing her out?" Brian fell into a pile of large pillows by the side of the bed and his smiling companion joined him there. "Mona, this is Jody, my big sister. Jody, Mona. Well," he continued with a laugh, looking straight at the two bodies entwined on the bed, "last I heard my sister was a virgin. At least my big sister. What's this?"
"I think your sister got hip," Paul volunteered. "That's what."
"Boy, she can sure blush," said Brian. "I guess that hasn't changed."
"I'd like to-go to the bathroom," Jody said in a weak, embarrassed voice.
"No problem, baby." Paul kissed her and slowly withdrew his half-hard cock from her clutching twat. "Thanks for the groovy ball. Come again any time." He lay on his side, casually caressing her body as Jody made a frantic attempt to get up and at the same time shield her private parts from everyone's gaze.
This is just the worst-the most embarrassing moment in my life! she thought. And in front of my own brother! How will I ever be able to look him straight in the eye again? And that girl-my God! Doesn't she have any shame? She's looking at me all the time- They're ALL looking at me!
Brian let out a low whistle as Jody finally got up. "Whew! You sure got a hell of a dynamite body, Sister! You got a lot smoother since the last time I peeked at you in the shower!"
She heard them all laughing as she dashed into the bathroom. To make things worse, she could feel the sticky mess trickle down her leg, and (all she could think was: I'm going to get pregnant. I just know it! Why did I let him come in me? Why? Why?
And she knew the answer, even though it was painful to accept: because she had been so excited, so damn hot, and so anxious to achieve her own orgasm that she hadn't given much thought to precautions. Not like with Hal . . . I'm not going to think about it now, she resolved silently while rinsing herself in the sink. Looking up into the mirror, Jody hardly recognized herself. Her eyes were swimming in a thick liquid, her face was beaming, her lips were red and full. She couldn't believe how beautiful she looked.
Is that what it's all about? she asked herself, split between her deep sense of guilt and deep sense of achievement and satisfaction. She ran her fingers over her face, touching her lips, her nose, her cheeks. I even-feel different, she thought. It's amazing! God, why am I smiling when I feel so ashamed?
Torn by the contradiction in her sentiments, Jody looked away from her image in the mirror. Spotting a robe hanging behind the door, she quickly put it on and tied the belt around her waist. Now I can go back out and face them, she thought. Oh, no! But how can I face my own brother? She shut her eyes and breathed deeply. That didn't do any good: all she could see was Paul's huge body, Paul's hands, Paul's smile, and Paul's-penis. The hell with them all! she resolved suddenly. Just because I let myself get carried away doesn't mean I've changed! And I can still tell that brat what I came here to tell him!
She checked herself in the mirror once more and then went back into the bedroom.
"Boooooo!!!" cried several voices spontaneously.
"Take it off!" came another cry. "It's too big for you anyway!"
"It's cool, let her keep it on if she wants," said Paul. He pointed to a spot next to him on the water bed. "Come on and sit down, baby. It's all in the family."
Jody hesitated briefly and then sat down. She smiled at Paul. Despite his youth and his aggressiveness, he exuded confidence and trust. There was an aura of peace about him, a maturity which went way beyond his years. Jody felt drawn toward him, not only because he had finally helped her achieve a climax, but mostly because he had kissed her afterwards. It meant he was a friend.
"So? How did you find this place?" asked Brian. "Who finked on me?"
Jody looked directly at her brother for the first time since he had walked into the room. It had been some time since she'd seen him, several months in fact. She'd gone to visit her mother several times, but he'd always been out. She was surprised at the change in his face: he looked older, wiser, almost like a different person. His hair was longer, the same shoulder-length as her own, she noticed. He was tanned and healthy-looking, a real beach boy just like Paul except that Brian had dark eyes and hair.
The girl sitting next to Brian also drew Jody's attention. She was pretty and very young, with long, straight red hair that seemed picture-perfect. Her facial features were doll-like, small but exquisite like some sort of miniature painting. Aside from an occasional giggle, she made few sounds and, so far, had said nothing. Jody wondered what the scene was between her brother and the girl, and then she suddenly remembered what Paul had said about all of them living together, working toward the same goal, and she began to grow more and more curious about the whole set-up. There were so many unanswered questions.
She decided to answer Brian's first. "Well, Mother finally got it from your pal down the street," she said looking at her brother. "She's really worried, you know. Why don't you call her, at least? Let her know you're all right."
"Oh, crap! She knows I'm all right," he replied tensely. "What's the use, anyway? All she wants to tell me is that I have to go back to school!" Brian's voice grew more petulant by the second. "And I don't want to hear that crap anymore! I'm through with school. It's all a bunch of bullshit anyway, and who needs it? I don't want to go to some stupid college and get some stupid job so I can pay off a stupid mortgage! I want to live and see the world and dig people, okay? That's my trip and Mother's got no idea what it's all about. It's just like they say, it's the generation gap. Sure, I tried to tell her, but it's like I was talking some foreign language. She doesn't want to hear any of it, and so why should I listen to her crap?"
"Right on, Brother!" said Mona, clapping her hands together.
Paul smiled, saying nothing, and reached over to cover Jody's hand. She shivered at his touch, and the contact somehow managed to take most of the bite out of her words: "But you're only seventeen! That makes you a-a runaway, you know? Mother only wants what's best for you. Is it so bad to finish school? Would it kill you or something? She's struggled a lot of years to bring us up, especially after Dad died and she had to do it all on her own. Don't you feel you owe her-something? I mean, if finishing school means so much to her, why can't you just do it? Look, another year is all it is, and then you can go off and do as you please!"
"Why should I wait another year if I can do it now?" asked Brian, lifting his hands up high. "What's the big deal? Sure she struggled. Now she doesn't have to anymore. I have a job, I don't ask her for money. She's just got Cissy to worry about, that's all, and not for long, either. What's the bitching about? So I'm only seventeen-big deal! Paul's only eighteen, and he's been on his own four years already!" Brian laughed nervously. "And Mona-she's only sixteen, and she's been on the street a couple years. Right, baby?"
"Right," said Mona. "Age doesn't mean anything," she added flatly.
Jody's eyes opened wide. The fact that all the others were teenagers hit her very hard, made her feel old all at once. Paul's only eighteen! she thought. My God! If I had only known! And the girl-sixteen! It's all so crazy! The most surprising thing of all was that she was beginning to feel that Brian was right and that their mother was wrong! He seemed so confident, so natural. Jody was hard put to think of the next thing to say, yet she knew there had to be a weakness somewhere.
"All right, all right," Jody said finally. "So you're all experienced and world-wise. Now what are you going to do? What are you coming up with that's so much better than school and getting a job and living a normal life? Why-I wouldn't be surprised if all you did was screw around and-and take dope!" She fought to keep her voice under control, remembering that not long ago she had been screwing right on the same bed. She blushed, but quickly continued. "I mean, isn't that what all you kids are doing these days? And what's it leading to? Where are you going to be five, ten years from now, when your brains are rotting and your bodies are-full of disease and-" "All right, that's about enough," Paul said in a calm voice. He took Jody's hand in his own and held it tightly. "Now I have something to say, and you'd better listen. We-meaning the three of us-are working toward a very definite goal. Sure, we like to fuck. Don't you? And we smoke a little dope now and then, just like everybody. Don't you?" He laughed and so did Brian and Mona. "Not yet, huh? Well, we'll get around to that. The point is, you're judging before you get the facts, and that's known as prejudice, right? Just because we're young doesn't mean we don't have any goals, you know ..."
Jody shrugged and with marked sarcasm said, "So what's your goal-making sure you get out to the beach when the surfs up?"
"Phew! What an asshole you are!" said Brian.
"A square one, too," added the redhead.
"See? You're still showing off all your prejudices," said Paul in the same calm voice.
"That's bad karma, and if you don't take steps to change it, it gets to be worse karma." He paused, noting the surprised look in her eyes. "That's the Indian word for spirit, or destiny, you know? Well, it's in the books over there, the ones you never got to read in school." The two sitting on the pillows laughed. "But that's not the point, is it? You want to know what we're into, right? Well, it's like this. We have formed a team, a co-op. All our earnings go into a fund, and its purpose is to buy us a big, beautiful boat, so that we can go off and sail where we want to go, and make our way around the world, carrying cargo to make a buck, or passengers-in other words, to be free, to make ourselves a tolerable life-style. Something besides going to an office, you know? Something free and constructive at the same time. Does that answer your question?"
Jody looked surprised again, and at first could find nothing to say. It was Paul's tone as well as his actual words which threw her for a loss. How can an eighteen-year-old be so cool? she asked herself. So damn sure of himself, and yet so calm and self-possessed? Mentally she was comparing him to Hal, and was quickly beginning to realize that the much younger competitor was coming off far better, not only mentally but physically as well. But she couldn't resist trying to bring him down a notch or two, and she began by laughing mockingly.
"A boat! A big, beautiful boat!" she said. "Don't you know how much they cost? I hope you're ready to save your pennies for a long time! Listen, that's a very pretty dream and I don't blame you for falling in love with the idea, but have you thought of the practical aspects? Or the time involved? Boats cost thousands-and you're talking about something that can take you all over the oceans! Tens of thousands!" She shook her head. "Maybe there is a generation gap, a big one right between your ears!"
"Oh, fuck off!" Brian cried out impatiently. "Why don't you just split? You're a creep, you know? Why, Cissy's only twelve and she's got more sense than you!"
"It's obvious you have no idea what you're talking about," said Mona in her same flat tone. "I mean, forget it."
"Wait a minute, let's hold it," said Paul with a smile. "Why are you cats getting so upset? So she doesn't know, right? So let's tell her, that's all-no use putting her down just because she's a little bit ignorant."
"A little bit?" asked Brian with raised eyebrows.
Mona snorted. "I say forget it."
"I'm going to tell you how it is," continued Paul. "You're right about the cost. Completely outfitted, the forty-eight-footer I have in mind costs close to thirty thousand. It's none of your business, really, but we have already accumulated ten thousand dollars. At the present rate we need about a year and a half to make the grade. Satisfied?"
"I don't believe it," said Jody. "Where's this money coming from?"
"I shape surfboards," said Paul. "I make a hundred-and-a-half a week at the shop, a little extra from private customers, and seventy-five goes in the kitty. The rest is my share of expenses."
"Well, all right," Jody said reluctantly. "How about you?"
Brian laughed. "I glass 'em and wax 'em and paint 'em. Surfboards, that is. You remember I always had a talent with paints? Now I make money at it. Close to what Paul brings in, and I just started! But they're real happy with my work. If you want to know the truth, Sis, it's the first time in my life anybody's said they liked what I did. That's why I'm here. And that's where I'm staying 'cause that's where it's at."
Mona laughed and looked straight into Jody's eyes. "I'm a whore," she declared in her usual tone. "I suck cocks and fuck paying customers for a living, and I bring in anywhere from three to nine hundred dollars a week."
"Oh, my God!" cried Jody. "That can't be true."
"I don't lie," said the redhead. "I just get laid a lot."
Brian's voice shook with laughter. "Paul and I make sure of that, just in case she doesn't get enough from her Johns."
Mona kissed him. "You know they don't do anything for me. Only you-" "-can be my heart's desire," said Paul, singing the tune. "Well? What do you think of the dreamy kids now? Huh, sister?"
Jody couldn't take her eyes or her attention off the young redhead. "Sixteen," she muttered. "I can't believe it. Why? Isn't there some other way-something less, ah-degrading?" Her face betrayed the depth of her disgust and pity. "I don't care what you're doing it for, it's just-awful!"
"Not if I don't think so," said Mona. "My parents died in a crash when I was ten. After that it was relatives. My uncle raped me when I was twelve. I was thirteen when I found out I could get money for fucking." She paused briefly, then went on in that emotionless voice of hers. "I hit the streets when I was fourteen. Haight, the Village, back and forth across the country. I even blew cops so they wouldn't take me in, and one sonofabitch put me away even after I had sucked his miserable cock. I got out of reform school by' fucking one of the guards, an old black dude, and finally I hit the beach." She looked up at Brian. "I met him last summer and he's the first cat ever treated me nice." Then she looked at Paul. "And he's the second. He's the guru. It's the first time anybody showed me a decent goal. I don't mind sucking and fucking, because it gives pleasure and that's what we're here for. But I wouldn't do it for some pimp, like I used to, or for some assholes who want to shoot up all the time. I'll work for a piece of the boat, though, and for both my guys 'cause they're straight." "Damn right," said Brian.
Jody was dazed. Things were hitting her so fast she couldn't absorb all she was hearing. One thing was sure: all three were dead serious, and apparently the arrangement was working out satisfactorily. What amazed her most was the lack of self-consciousness, the natural behavior of each member of the teenaged trio. It was as if they had shed all inhibitions, all shame, all guilt, all fear. They were, in a word, free.
And that freedom was contagious, too. At first Jody had been extremely conscious of two things: one was Paul's limp pecker, resting between his hairy thighs; the other was the gutter language everyone seemed to be using. Yet gradually she accepted both, as if they were merely natural parts of the environment; Paul's nakedness obviously did not affect anyone else, and the language only described what was being talked about; and so it was with mounting amazement that Jody found herself occasionally glancing at Paul's penis with hardly a second thought, and similarly listening to Mona's graphic descriptions without shuddering inside like someone who had just been insulted.
"Anyway, that's our scene," Paul said. "What's yours?"
Jody mulled over the question for a moment. Things had been changing so rapidly it was impossible for her to say. "If you had asked me a week ago," she began with a quick laugh, "I could have said, but not now."
"Oh yeah? How come?" asked Brian. "Been getting laid, is that it?"
Jody felt her cheeks redden, and she was secretly grateful when Paul didn't join Brian and Mona in laughing. "Well- I can't deny it," she said finally, with great effort. "It's all so new, I-" "Pretty fair for a beginner," said Paul, patting her thigh.
"Still hung up, though, aren't you?" Brian asked.
"Yes," she admitted, blushing again. Suddenly she felt very uncomfortable. The temperature in the room seemed to be rising perceptibly, and all the inhibitions which Jody thought she'd shed returned with full force. She was acutely conscious, all at once, of Paul's hand on her naked flesh, and of his own nakedness. She averted her eyes but couldn't stop herself thinking about how it had been shortly before, when he'd licked her to the point of orgasm, and how he had shoved his fingers everywhere-and then later when he'^1 savagely fucked her with his huge ramrod of a cock. The wave of memories struck harshly, bringing out a deep fear of pregnancy as well as a crushing awareness of her unfaithfulness toward Hal. All the feelings were mixed up, but the cumulative effect made Jody feel like she should leave.
She moved Paul's hand off her thigh and began looking for her clothes. "I think I'd better get dressed and go," she said in a tight voice. "Could you pass me the-shorts?" she asked Brian.
"Sure." He picked them up off the carpet. "Hot pants, huh?" He laughed and tossed them to his sister.
"And the blouse?" she said, pointing next to Mona.
The redhead obliged by throwing the garment to Jody. "Whew! I don't know why you're getting dressed, it's hot in here!" She was wearing a thin tank-top, dyed like the sheets on the bed, and with a quick gesture took it off. "That's better. Wow! Can't we do something about the heat in here, Paul?"
"Want to invest in an air conditioner?" he asked. "Costs money."
"I'll take the heat," said Mona with resignation. She began rubbing her round, full tits. "It sure is hot, though."
Jody stared in fascination, wondering what was coming next. She didn't have to wonder very long. In the next moment Mona got up and took off her bell-bottomed blue jeans.
"Now you've got your own air-conditioning," said Paul.
"Right on," added Brian. He picked up a newspaper and began fanning the redhead. She stood in front of him with her crotch close to his face, stretching her back and lifting her hair off her neck with her hands.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, that feels good," she said.
Jody kept staring at the small but tightly-packed sixteen-year-old body. The girl had very white skin and many freckles, but the most remarkable aspect of her body was its smoothness. She was all curves, from her shoulders to her ankles. Small, well-proportioned curves, finely-muscled and flawless. The swell of her hips was full yet delicate, springing as it did from an incredibly narrow waist. And her legs were perfectly sculptured, with short oval thighs and slightly delineated calves. She exuded sex from every pore, though, and this is what kept Jody's attention riveted. Every move the girl made, every gesture was sensual. Jody felt a familiar twitch between her legs.
"I-excuse me, I think I'll get dressed," said Jody, getting up from the bed.
"Where are you going?" asked Paul.
"To the bathroom," said Jody.
"You just got back from there," said Paul. "What is it, your hiding place?"
Again Jody felt herself blush. "I like to get dressed, in privacy."
Paul shrugged. "Whatever that is."
Brian continued fanning Mona and laughed. "See? Isn't it weird how hung up she is? I mean, my kid sister wouldn't think anything of dressing or undressing in front of me, you know?" He shook his head from side to side. "It's the old crap all over again."
Mona turned around and faced Jody. "Look, I'm naked." Jody looked. She glanced at the small round breasts, the soft flesh of the redhead's stomach, the patch of red tuft at the junction of her thighs. "Why are you ashamed of your body? It's beautiful. Can't you dig it?"
Jody didn't answer. She mumbled something which was as inaudible to herself as to everyone else and she beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom.
She dressed quickly. The sudden discomfort, the knowledge that she didn't really belong there with those uninhibited teenagers weighed heavily upon her mind. Of course, the guilt which she had suppressed while she'd enjoyed herself came back with renewed vigor, adding further to her feeling of unease. The contrast was just too much: between life-styles, between outlooks, between attitudes and relationships. Here, it seemed like nothing was the way it was supposed to be. Or was it the other way around? The thought kept nagging at her that perhaps this way was better, more honest, closer to the truth. But how could she know? How could anyone know? It was strictly a matter of experience and of choice, and you needed the first in order to exercise the second. Right now she had neither, or at least not enough of either.
As she put on her blouse and felt the soft material against her breasts, she recalled vividly how Paul had taken off her bra and burned it on the tray. It had been symbolic, somehow, of everything which had occurred afterward. The jersey felt very strange against her tender nipples.
And that wasn't the only part of her which was tender. Jody had to adjust her panties and her shorts so they wouldn't rub too much against her tender crotch. The whole area between her legs was extremely sensitive, and she was conscious of it every instant. It was as if she carried Paul's penis with her at all times, firmly lodged in the warm crevice between her thighs. Or as if she could feel his tongue pressing against her nubby clitoris . . . I've got to stop thinking about it, she vowed silently. It's going to drive me crazy if I don't stop. Funny, there's nothing in my face that shows what I'm thinking. . .
Finally she stepped out in the bedroom. The sight which met her eyes froze her to the spot.
All three of them were on the bed. Paul was lying on his back, his hands folded behind his head. Mona was crouched between his legs, on her knees, her mouth pumping up and down on Paul's rigid cock. Brian knelt behind her, jamming his cock between her thighs. And none of them were paying any attention to Jody.
She stood watching for a time, unable to move. Jody had never seen anything quite like this before, let alone three people at the same time. The redhead's body, sensual under the most normal circumstances, seemed unbelievably erotic in this position, a totally dedicated object for the giving and taking of sexual pleasure. The way Mona sucked up and down on Paul's rigid member made Jody recall the scene in the Mercedes; yet that seemed very far away somehow, as if it had happened in another life, or perhaps to someone else entirely. There was something infinitely more exciting about watching Mona perform the act of fellatio, seeing the huge, slippery rod disappearing into her widely stretched mouth. Jody felt a strong pang of jealousy. After all, she had been the recipient of that magnificent object not too long ago, and here it was being licked and tongued by someone else. She fought back the urge to join in, to push Mona out of the way and take her place in worshipping the rod.
And Brian! Ever so slowly, ever so coolly, he withdrew his swollen prick from Mona's cunt and then, just as it was about to slide out, shoved it all the way back in again. The redhead moaned and sucked more determinedly on Paul's turgid prick.
No one said anything, no one seemed to be looking at anything. Brian, his slender, tanned body moving rhythmically behind the redhead's hips, seemed in a trance. His eyes and mouth were half-shut, his hands resting on Mona's hips without gripping them tightly except when he shoved his prick hard against the small girl's buttocks.
Jody kept her eyes on her brother's slowly moving pelvis as if hypnotized. She began to breathe when he breathed, and to gasp when he gasped and rammed his tumescent cock into Mona's twitching cunt. It didn't take long for a surge of warmth to well up inside Jody's womb. The erotically moving bodies titillated her, built up her own desires. As her eyes moved from Brian to Mona to Paul, she felt herself drawn toward them with a powerful longing. It would only take a few steps, she said to herself. If I take my clothes off and join them, I could get right into it with them. Oh! Ooohhh!
Perhaps it was the vision of abandoning herself in front of her young brother, or perhaps the fear that her own sexual inadequacies might be shown up by the expert sixteen-year-old-something, in any event, forced her to step away instead of toward the swaying bed. Slowly she made her way toward the door.
At the same moment, Paul moved his hands from under his head and began stroking Mona's face. He also opened his eyes, which had been completely shut. "Where are you going?"
"Back home," Jody answered in a choked voice.
Brian stopped his motion and turned sideways. "Come back anytime, Sis. And tell Mother I'm okay," he said with a laugh.
Mona said nothing but kept pumping her head and wriggling her ass with impatience.
"Yeah, come back and try us sometime again," Paul said with a smile. "Bye now."
"Bye," said Jody, turning quickly away and out of the room. She almost ran down the narrow hallway and out to the car. She had trouble fitting the key into the ignition, her hands were shaking so badly. Her whole body was trembling. She folded her hands on the steering wheel and pressed her forehead down against her knuckles.
And she began to cry.
"Where the hell have you been?" Sue wanted to know. "And where the hell is your bra?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Jody replied abruptly. "It's nobody's business but my own."
"Oh, yeah? That's just great. Well, let me tell you something, there's a few other people who don't see it that way!"
Jody was in no mood to be harassed, not after her long, grueling, lonely drive back up from the beach. She was on the brink of exhaustion, her mind weak from all the reasoning, the excuses, the blames, and above all, the tortured visual memories. Her entire recent life had passed in front of her mind's eye at a hundred times the normal speed, as if she were drowning, only it had passed not just once, but a million times, during the nerve-wracking drive. Finally she 'd l&d it, and her cousin's aggressive-even comical-remarks failed to amuse her in any way.
"Well, fuck the other people if they don't like it!" Jody exclaimed in a rush. She threw down her bag and charged into the living room aimlessly, like an automaton.
Sue laughed. "That, I gather, is what caused the problem in the first place!"
Jody sat down on the couch, feeling numb from head to toe. "Huh?"
Her roommate whistled. "Phew! Honey, I know just what you need!" She dashed to the small kitchen, put some ice cubes in a couple glasses, and poured some Scotch over the rocks. "Here, have a slug of this and I'll explain when your head clears a little."
Jody reached out for the glass, but instead of putting it to her lips she placed the cold surface against her forehead. "Thanks."
"You're welcome!" said Sue, raising her glass in a toast. "To the club, that is!"
Jody looked up dully. "Huh?"
"The human race, honey. Specifically, the female part. You're a woman now, and congratulations! It's about time!"
Jody's mouth hung open. "What-what are you talking about? How-" Sue was laughing and chattering excitedly. "Listen, all hell broke loose here this afternoon." She sat down next to Jody, but right on the edge of the couch. "Maybe I should say all Hal broke loose!" She erupted into gales of laughter. "Listen, just between you and me, it didn't take a genius to figure out what happened last night. I guess maybe our talk the other day did some good, eh? Anyway, what I can't figure out is why you put him down. What happened, wasn't he any good in bed?" Sue laughed again. "Well, I wouldn't worry about it. The first time isn't so hot anyway. But the thing is-Hal's really burning. I mean, what did you do to him? He came here, pounding on the door, and he was carrying this bottle of J and B, cussing a blue streak. Well, I let him in, I didn't think you'd be out all day! He just kept drinking and pissing and moaning about how much he loved you and how he was afraid he'd lost you! It was wild, let me tell you! And I've been dying to talk to you!" Sue paused briefly and tapped Jody's bare thigh excitedly with her hand. She was practically jumping up and down on the couch anticipating some juicy gossip. "He left about an hour ago, practically in tears, but he'll get over it, I'm sure. What I want to hear is your side of the story! What happened? And where were you all day? What in the world happened to your bra? You never go without one!"
"I lost it," Jody said, forcing a smile.
"Come on, who do you think you're kidding?" Sue could hardly contain herself. "Wow! This is so exciting I can't believe it! What's going on? Tell me, tell me. I'm dying of curiosity!"
"There's nothing much to tell," Jody said in a gloomy tone. The liquor and Sue's effervescent mood had picked her up a bit, but the weight of recent events and of the ride up from the beach bore down heavily. She pushed out the words with great effort: "Well, I lost my virginity last night. Big deal. Afterwards, we had an argument. I guess I was all tensed up, guilty or what- I don't know. Anyway I came home. Then this morning-" Jody stopped all of a sudden. She couldn't bring herself to confess her wild masturbatory experience. She blushed, wondering whether Sue already knew, whether by some quirk of fate her roommate had noticed something amiss in her drawer, or whether some trace had been left on the hard rubber dildo. She gulped at her drink, feeling the heat run all the way down her throat.
"What happened this morning?" Sue wanted to know. "I should've been here, huh? But wow! You should see the dreamboat I spent the night with! Wowee!"
Jody smiled with relief. It was obvious Sue knew nothing of her shameful act of self-gratification. "Well anyway, my mother called, you see-and it's about my kid brother. He ran away from home and Mother had this address down at the beach, so she asked if I would go and try to talk him into going back home and to school and so on."
"Oh! So that's where you were!"
"Right. Hal called too, but I was just-I don't know, Sue. I don't know whether it was anger or guilt, or what. But I was rough as hell with him, terrible I guess." She looked down into her glass, feeling truly ashamed at the way she had treated her kind, trusting boyfriend. "I suppose I should call him and apologize."
"That might be nice. Maybe he'll stop thinking about suicide."
"What?"
Sue laughed. "Just a figure of speech. He was pretty upset, though."
"I don't know if I can really talk to him, after what happened," Jody said in a low voice, as if thinking out loud.
"What do you mean by that?"
Jody caught herself. Damn! I let it out! Now she won't let me alone until I tell everything! "Well, I mean I-" It was no use. She tried desperately to think of a convincing lie, but none came to mind. "Oh! I don't know, Sue!" she cried finally. "So much has happened in such a short time! I'm so confused!"
"What happened? What happened today? Did you find your brother?"
Jody blushed, remembering how her brother had found her. "Well, yes, I finally did, but-" She stopped, unable to go on. She kept seeing Paul, could almost feel him eating her, fucking her, penetrating her with his fingers and his driving cock. And then she could see the three of them fucking and sucking together. A tightness gripped her insides, all the way from her heart through her stomach and into her womb. It was more than she could bear. The tears began to well up in her eyes.
"Is there something wrong?" asked Sue. "I mean, he's all right, isn't he?"
"Sure, sure-" Jody began to sob. "It's me. I-" "Come on, pull yourself together. I couldn't be that bad!"
"I think I'm pregnant!" Jody cried all at once. "Oh, Sue! Help me!"
"Are you crazy?" Sue looked at her sobbing cousin with disbelief written all over her face. "Listen, honey, we have practically the same cycle, you and I, and my period's due this week. You can't get pregnant during the last few days of the cycle!"
Jody stopped crying. The obvious had eluded her all along. My God! She's right! she said to herself. There's no way-oh! What a relief! What a blessed relief!
"I still think you're keeping something from me," Sue persisted. "What's this about not being able to talk to Hal? Why shouldn't you? What did he do to you?"
"Nothing, nothing," Jody said haltingly. It's what he didn't do, she thought, "I mean-There's-there's someone else now-" "Aha!" cried Sue. "The plot thickens! That's just what I thought, you, you-" "Say it! I know I'm a terrible person!"
Sue laughed. "You're a regular swinger, that's what you are! Except you don't know how to handle it yet. Give yourself time. You've come a long way in a week, baby. Don't forget, it took you twenty-three years to get there!"
"But I'm so ashamed!"
"Of what?" Sue stared at her cousin. "Hey, wait a minute!" she said, an idea flashing through her brain. "You didn't- I mean, you didn't fuck your brother, did you?"
Jody looked up, horrified. "No! What made you think-" Sue sighed with relief. "Well, the way you were carrying on like it was something so terrible ..." She let the words hang in the air for a moment, and they sank into Jody's brain. It had been almost like that, almost but not quite. She had watched him fucking someone else, and she had actually considered joining them . . . Who could tell where that might have ended? "So who was it?" asked Sue. "One of Brian's friends, I bet."
"His. roommate," gasped Jody as if the secret had been pressing against her lips for an eternity.
"Was he groovy?"
Oh! Was he ever! Jody thought. A smile spread over her lips as she recalled the explosive surge of pleasure, the rise to final orgasmic splendor. Paul had done what no one, not even herself, had been able to do. He was so fine. . .
"The way you look, it can only mean yes," said Sue knowingly. "Now I can see what's bothering you, I really can." She laughed a warm, deep laugh. "Wow! From total innocence to complicated intrigue in one easy step! You're really something else. If I didn't know you better, I'd say you had the makings of a fantastic whore!"
Sue's words triggered off another series of strange thoughts in Jody's mind. Mona's a whore. She doesn't look like a whore, she looks like a kid. A pretty, well-built child. What is it that makes her different, that allows her the freedom to make love to strangers-to anyone-without guilt or resentment? Is there some innate quality? Is it the way she was brought up? What does it take to have the makings?
"Well, here's to the future!" Sue lifted her glass and drained the remnants. "No more gloom and doom, only more love and satisfaction!"
Jody smiled and drank the rest of her Scotch. Suddenly her stomach rumbled menacingly. "Hey, I just remembered, I haven't had anything to eat all day-except for a big drink concoction-" She recalled Paul's creation with a warm glow.
"Terrific! Let's treat ourselves, okay? I haven't got a date tonight, thank God! After last night, I don't think I could fuck a flea!" Sue erupted into gales of laughter. "How about a celebration, Cousin-just us girls! A little dinner out, how about it?"
Jody thought a moment. "Great, great! Only-I have to call my mother and-and Hal, too."
"Do it later, Jody. They'll be easier to take on a full stomach-both of them!"
Jody laughed. "You're right! Okay, to dinner, then!"
Dinner was cheerful, and the bottle of red wine they decided to splurge on was well worth it, considering how effectively it took the edge off an otherwise heavy day. It was pretty late by the time Sue and Jody drove back to their pad, and it was only out of concern for her mother's state of mind that Jody brought herself to pick up the phone and call.
It turned out to be relatively painless. Perhaps Jody's mother had downed half a bottle of wine as well, but in any event she was considerably calmer than earlier in the day; after a brief conversation during which Jody informed her of Brian's job and habitat-skipping the more colorful details, of course-she merely let out a long sigh of resignation and said, "I guess there's not much any of us can do. When you see him again, ask him to call me once in a while, please? And-and tell him I love him. Will you do that?" Jody assured her she would.
Only after putting the receiver back in its cradle did Jody realize what she had said. In effect, she had committed herself to going back down to the beach. Her brain took hold of that notion as if there were nothing else to think about, and for a long time she sat quietly by the phone, trying to imagine what it would be like the next time she visited her brother and his friends, if there was a next time.
She managed to shut off the debate inside her head before it really got going. She listened to Sue's cheerful humming as she was preparing to go to bed and all at once Jody felt very tired too. Should I call Hal? she wondered. It's a sure thing he'll want to talk, and I'm really not in the mood. I'm so tired. . .
Finally she decided not to call. He could wait. Everything could wait. Tomorrow a new week would begin, and there would be plenty of time to face new situations. Jody rose wearily from the couch. She fell asleep the instant her head hit the pillow.
That night Jody had a very disquieting dream. She was the very beautiful and powerful mistress of a large household. Everyone worshipped her: her children, her old and faithful servants, and the numerous guests at her lavish party. She was holding court in the enormous hall where hundreds were gathered for a celebration. The purpose of the lavish gala was dim at first, but then it appeared that it was a funeral wake for Jody's husband, the lord of the manor. The festive mood continued as one guest after another rose to eulogize the dear departed. Strangely, though, each eulogy centered on a common theme: the deceased's legendary sexual prowess. They all spoke of his splendid cock, and related various conquests which they had either witnessed or otherwise been connected with - inevitably citing the victims' willingness to engage in any and every form of sexual depravity with the late hero. The speakers went on and on, surpassing one another with successively more detailed and graphic descriptions of every possible form of sexual activity. The climax, naturally, came when Jody herself finally took to the floor and began revealing the most intimate details of her sex life with her husband, lovingly citing the earliest events of their life together, and gradually proceeding to the most recent.
It apparently came as no surprise to the guests that the wealthy and powerful widow had known all along of her husband's satyric bent, and that she , had tolerated his vagaries in a most stoical manner. What set off at first a murmur of disapproval, and then later increasingly loud boos and catcalls, was her revelation that she had, in fact, encouraged him in his seductive endeavors, particularly within their own home. She told of her role in assisting in the corruption of servant girls, going so far as to hold the shrieking virgins while her husband deflowered them with his enormous, horse-like prick. Then there were stable-boys, young innocents who had been made to fear the wrath of their mistress if they refused to submit to the master's shameful buggery. Jody even hinted at some maimings as she recounted some of her mate's attempts at duplicating the infamous Marquis de Sade's achievements. That was the point at which her audience really began to show its disapproval and disgust, filling the great hall with a threatening roar.
But her final confession is what really caused the guests' outrage to boil over. Shouting proudly, she told them how finally her husband had forced his own children to become his sexual partners, fucking daughters and sons alike, young and old, making them his slaves. Jody was triumphant as she shockingly told of the last such iniquity, when she herself had been fucking their youngest son while the child sucked on his father's gigantic penis. Apparently this had caused the final heart attack, but it was with great maternal pride that she hugged her youngest son in front of the guests, and announced that despite his youth he already possessed a cock larger than his father's-one that she herself was proud to call her own. She looked down at her son, smiling.
So far Jody's mood, in the dream, was very euphoric. She was the object of everyone's attention and admiration. Even when the booing began, her own state of mind was joyful.
But suddenly it all changed. First, she recognized her youngest son: it was Brian. And second, all hell broke loose in the huge house as the guests went on a wildly destructive rampage, starting with the furniture and eventually setting fire to the whole place. In a flash, Jody's position altered drastically:, the mob was coming after her, obviously intent on killing her and her son, whom she hugged protectively as she ran for her life through a maze of rooms and hallways. Time after time she escaped the raging crowd, but her anxiety kept growing as she clasped her small son tightly to her bosom and as she realized that she would be caught eventually. For the first time in her life she began to see how evil she and her husband had been, how totally corrupt. The guilt she had been avoiding all along crashed down on her frightened consciousness and triggered off a wild panic. The powerful, prideful mistress and adored widow now metamorphosed into a whimpering, terrified criminal dashing through the labyrinthian depths of her house in a desperate effort to escape the people's vengeance. At last she was deep in the cellar, in a dark place, huddled in a corner. She could hear the pursuers closing in, and all at once they were there in the room, the leader holding a lantern. She squeezed her son very tightly, and began to beg for her life and for everyone's forgiveness. "God does not forgive incest and infanticide," said the leader in a deep voice. Infanticide? Jody looked down at her son-Brian. The face was lifeless, the body limp. She had squeezed him to death. She woke up screaming.
"That must have been some nightmare!" said Sue in the morning as they were getting ready to go to work. "But don't worry, you'll shake it off.. . " That's what usually happened, Jody knew. Only this time it wasn't so easy. All day at the office she kept remembering, and kept feeling that chill of fear and guilt. She wandered through the day like a zombie, unable to rid herself of the disturbing images which her unconscious had so vividly fabricated.
When she came home she sat on the couch and morosely contemplated her dream and, after a time, her life. Nothing seemed to make sense in either area. The recent changes were every bit as uncomfortable to think about, in her present mood, as the weird scenes in the dream. To make things worse, they all became mixed up in her mind as well, so that at one point she actually caught herself thinking that Hal, her husband, was dead, and that she had killed her brother-or was it her son?-after making love to him on the water bed in the beach house. She couldn't shake the dream, but the dream was sure shaking her!
Finally the phone rang and she picked it up. It was Hal. He wanted to see her right away, but Jody begged off by saying she wasn't feeling well. She agreed on a date for the following evening. He sounded very concerned and apologetic and would have gone on talking forever if she hadn't cut him off, claiming a bad headache but promising that everything would be fine the next day. His voice was almost grateful when he finally said good night.
Later on Jody discovered a possible cause for her low spirits: she was having her period. Right away she felt somewhat better. After all, it was definite proof that she wasn't pregnant, and despite Sue's assurances she'd been worried about that possibility. Now she could blame her unusually gloomy state of mind on her monthly ordeal. After a while she made herself some soup, sat down to watch TV, and eventually stopped thinking about her weird nightmare and all her other problems. Her cousin was out on a date and Jody spent the entire evening by herself, finally going to bed in a fairly relaxed mood.
She felt better the next day, although as the afternoon wore on she began to grow anxious about her date with Hal. She struggled with mixed emotions. To her surprise, she no longer felt terribly guilty about having made love to Hal; after a mere few days, the loss of her virginity held almost no significance. It was an accepted fact.
On the other hand, she was terribly conscious of having been unfaithful to Hal. Theirs had been, for better or for worse, a relationship spanning many months; they had exchanged, on numerous occasions, deep vows of love; and to top it all off, they were supposed to get married some day!
In view of all this, how could she explain or condone her behavior down at the beach house with Paul? How could she keep to herself such a powerful secret? But also, how could she possibly confess her action to Hal? She couldn't.
But if she couldn't be completely honest with the man she supposedly loved, then what kind of a relationship was it to begin with? And how could she ever marry him with this awful truth hidden within herself?
As it turned out, none of these pressing questions came up during their date. They had dinner at another one of their favorite restaurants, a small, good but inexpensive, Italian place near the university. Hal seemed very concerned about an upcoming exam, and surprisingly enough, hardly mentioned their previous date. Not during dinner, at least. He was charming and affable and talked about everything but the real problem.
Later they went to his place. Hal began acting a bit more nervous. He kissed Jody the minute the door was closed. He whispered that he was dying to make love to her. She said she was having her period. He was baffled. He wandered around as if not knowing what to do with himself, made a couple drinks, put on a record. Finally he asked Jody how she felt, whether she was still angry with him. He apologized a hundred times.
Jody felt extremely puzzled. An invisible curtain had fallen between her and Hal. To his worried question as to whether she still loved him, she replied with a warm rush of affirmatives. And yet she was uncomfortable with her answer, as if it were a lie. Later he sat next to her on the couch and they petted a while and she let him squeeze her breasts, but basically she could hardly wait to get away. He finally drove her home and made another date for Saturday night, apologizing that he was going to be forced to study all week for some big test. He said he'd call her every night. He said he was madly in love with her, that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
He did call every night. He repeated that he was in love with her, every night.
But his words no longer made Jody glow inside. The curtain had fallen, the magic was gone. When he called on Friday to say that he'd pick her up early and that there was going to be a shindig in his parents' house, she said it was okay, just fine, but the minute she hung up she forgot all about it. She had been thinking about something else all week and she had, in effect, shut Hal out of her consciousness.
After he called she put on a pair of jeans and an old shirt, deliberately omitting her bra, and without knowing precisely where she was headed, she got into her car and began to drive.
Eventually she headed south on the freeway.
The streets were festive in the beach -cities. Everyone seemed to be out having fun. Jody drove around and then, as if led by some powerful but invisible guiding hand, suddenly found herself parked on the street in front of a small, clapboard house.
I'm here, she thought to herself. Why did I come here? What do I want here?
The breeze was cool, blowing in from the ocean, and Jody wrapped her arms around herself. She pushed open the small wooden gate and then rang the doorbell. In a moment she heard some heavy steps coming down the hall. Then the door swung open.
It was Paul. "Hello there, stranger! Looking to come in out of the night?"
"Yes, I guess so. I was just driving, thought I'd drop by-" "Glad you did. I was thinking about you." He smiled and stood aside to let her pass. As she went by he grabbed her and pulled her to him. With his other hand he slammed the door shut. "What do you mean, just driving? What kind of crap is that? Didn't you come by to see me?"
She looked up at his angry face. She felt her breasts crushed against his broad chest. "I-yes-of course-" "That's more like it." He let her go and smiled again. Then he smacked her on the ass, hard. "You bet your sweet ass it is!"
"Ouch!"
"And move it before I smack it again!"
She half-ran down the hall, giggling. The cheek of her ass stung from his blow, but it was by far the most exciting thing she'd felt all week. All at once her heart was pounding and she knew why she had been bothered, on the verge of depression all week long. It was his directness she'd missed most of all, his unflagging honesty. Her spirits zoomed upward as if she'd just learned that she was the winner of the Irish Sweepstakes.
Once in the living room she stopped. The scene hadn't changed. The mess was the same. Jody looked around quickly to see if anyone else was around. There was only Paul, staring at her with a strange smile on his lips, his head shaking slowly from side to side.
"Get in there," he said, pointing to the bedroom.
"But-but-" It wasn't that she didn't have the same idea in mind, but Jody had grown unaccustomed to direct orders, and besides her desires were slightly more suppressed. More from shock than from refusal, she remained rooted to the spot while her body underwent one of those rapid temperature changes.
For a moment he stood glaring at her, irked by her stubbornness. Then he reached out and grabbed her by the front of her shirt, in the spot right between her full breasts. He jerked her toward him and she felt his fist against the firm globes of her flesh, the knuckles pushing apart the tender spheres. She gasped as the breath momentarily left her body and as her legs smacked against his muscular limbs. He was treating her like a puppet without using half his strength, and the thought flashed briefly through Jody's mind that he might beat her-or even do something worse.
All the strength drained from her body and she went limp against his large frame, her hands gently holding his clenched fist between her breasts. "Don't-hurt me," she said weakly. ^Don't be angry with me."
"Get on your knees" "On my knees? What-" "Shut up and get down on your knees!" His eyes flashed as he repeated his strange command. Jody's mind went numb as she tried to understand what he wanted, and again she failed to move.
Until he began to pull her down, that is. Her shirt collar suddenly felt very tight against the back of her neck as he began to pull downward at the front. She tried to resist for a brief second but then everything gave way and she was kneeling down, down, down . ..
Finally he let go of the shirt and wound his fingers in her hair. It wasn't at all painful, but she knew damn well that if he chose to he could make her scalp burn with the fire of a thousand needles, one at the root of each hair. She grimaced and looked up with pleading eyes, her hands once more wrapped around his fist for protection.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I want you to unzip my fly."
"What? I-" A slight tug was all that was necessary for Jody to get the message. Her hands clutched his butt then, she realized how hopelessly she was overmatched. She drew her hands back from his hips across the rough texture of his pants to the waistband of his blue jeans. There, with shaking fingers, she proceeded to obey.
A series of wild thoughts rushed through her mind. She shut her eyes briefly to catch the full impact of the whizzing images. This is what it must be like to be a slave, she thought. But it's exciting. . . You don't have to think for yourself, you can just do what the master asks. . . The mater. . . Holding down the servant-girls while the master, my husband, deflowers them . . . What did he look like? I never saw him in the dream, only his cock-his magnificent cock . . .
When she opened her eyes again it was there, the very same swollen phallus which she had briefly visualized during her nightmare. Only in reality, she had never seen it quite that close before. It was sticking out of Paul's trousers and nearly touching her face, and the bulbous head of his prick glowed smoothly in the dim light.
Within her body the familiar warmth was building toward a conflagration. It spread from her stomach outward, reaching every taut nerve and muscle of her body. Her face flushed and her heart, which had been pounding crazily from the moment he had smacked her on the ass, beat against her rib-cage. She suffered an additional jolt when her memory flashed back to the scene in the car, when she had first observed an erect male member at such close range, when she first had been made to- "Now suck my cock."
Jody gulped. There wasn't the slightest trace of meanness in Paul's voice, unlike the voice she'd just remembered. There was no cruelty in Paul's command, no intent to humiliate. There was, however, a powerful desire being communicated, and an urgency which left no doubt as to what must happen in the next few moments.
He moved slightly and touched her gaping lips with the head of his turgid prick.
She stuck out her tongue tenuously, shyly. The sensitive taste buds came into soft contact with the shiny, taut skin of his penis. It doesn't taste, Jody thought to herself with amusement. Only later, when the-when it comes out. . .
She surprised herself with her calm. Considering how her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking, she felt very peaceful within her own mind, very light and unburdened, as if her position there kneeling between his legs with his prick literally on her lips were the most natural thing in the world.
It was only a slight tug, perhaps more accurately a twitching of his fingers, but it served to remind her that time was not standing still and she opened her mouth wide, first rolling her tongue over her hps to make them wet and smooth. She moved her head forward and began taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
It wouldn't go in very far. It was too big. She stretched her lips as far as she could but the gigantic swollen head could not be accommodated, no matter how she tried.
She began to panic. What if I can't do it? she thought. What if he gets angry with me and starts pulling my hair and beating me? Suddenly it was no longer a matter of trying, or of maybe being able to do it and maybe not. She had to do it, and she knew it beyond the shadow of a doubt as she felt the most minute pressure from the strong fingers which were still wound around the hair on top of her head. I must do it, she said under her breath. Somehow I must find the way . . .
She tried again. She breathed deeply and stretched her lips more. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, she felt the bulbous prick sliding into her mouth. It hurt slightly at the corners of her lips, and her jawbone was being forced open to the breaking point, but she finally made it. And then it was easier. With the entire large head inside her mouth she was able to relax her lips slightly. After the ridge which circled the head of his cock there was a decrease in thickness, though the rest of the long, veined shaft was by no means slender. She pushed her mouth forward as far as it would go, until she felt the head of his cock press against the roof of her mouth.
"That's it, that's it ..." he said slowly. "Right on ... " Still standing above her, he took her hands and placed one of them on his prick and the other underneath his balls. Jody felt the tickling of his pubic hairs and cupped the large balls gently. She thought about nothing except the hard flesh in her mouth and in her hand, and the source of all his masculine power below. Slowly she sucked on his swollen phallus and massaged his tight scrotum, and at the same time she rubbed up and down on the shaft as if helping to get all of him into her gaping mouth.
His hands were resting on her head. No longer did he have his fingers entwined in her hair. She was completely in the swing, no longer requiring any restraints. She pumped steadily, rhythmically with her lips, and he moved his pelvis in the same motion against her sucking mouth. There was no shoving, no ramming, only the steady sliding of his huge erect member between her soft lips toward the warm, juicy cavern of her throat. Eventually he began to caress her hair, and then the rest of her head. His hands moved down around the sides of her face, holding them gently. She felt his thumbs stroking the hollows of her cheeks as she continued her deliberate sucking motion. It was getting more and more sensual, and she began to wish for a larger oral cavity so that she might take more of him into herself, all of him, every last inch of his smoothly sliding cock.
A languorous eternity passed in this way -perhaps five minutes or perhaps five hours, she didn't know. But at last she became aware of a discomfort in her knees and in the small of her back. Shifting position by a few inches helped somewhat, but the strain of the unusual position began once more to take its toll. Jody squirmed and at the same time sucked even more avidly on the wet, hard flesh between her lips, as if a show of renewed vigor would somehow alleviate the other aches. She massaged his balls with her fingers and felt them swell and harden under her touch. She gulped and tongued the smooth head of his cock, taking it out of her mouth and then guiding it inward once more, this time with hardly any strain but with a slurpy, smacking sound. And she let out a quiet moan, half from the lust in her lips and half from the pain in her knees.
She was surprised when he pulled back and, thinking it perhaps another test of some kind and being eager to show her willingness to please, at first she clutched his balls and cock and went after the receding head with her lips, tonguing the ridge just below the small opening at the top and stroking the shaft with her squeezing hand. Then he pushed her face back gently with his hands and she looked up in astonishment.
He laughed. "Easy, easy. I don't want to come yet, you sexy bitch!"
Finally she understood. A grin of pride and satisfaction spread across her wet, glistening lips. "You mean I'm-all right? I'm doing well?"
He shook his head. "Wow, you're something else ..."
"Huh?"
He reached down, grabbed her under the arms, and picked her up. He held on and she was glad he did because her legs were wobbly and her knees couldn't support her weight in their present stiff condition. She huddled against his chest and let out a deep sigh. It was the kind of sound that told a whole story, practically from beginning to end, the story of a woman who was enjoying freedom for the first time in her life.
The strangest feeling overcame Jody, a mixture of placid, serene satisfaction and tingling, provocative desire. The unprecedented combination of opposites served to create yet another sensation. This was finally It, the right man in the right place at the right time doing the right thing in the right way. The certainty overwhelmed her with a clear, explosive surge. She grabbed on to him and pressed even more tightly against his body, thinking, I know it... I just know it. . . This has got to be the greatest feeling. .. It's love.. . The real thing... I only thought I knew it before but I was wrong... It's never, never been like this...
All at once she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything. She wanted him passionately, desperately. She wanted him any way and every way. She wanted to become the sexiest bitch in the whole world for him, the one that would make him stop thinking about any other. The words sprung out of her brain and, as she looked up at him with loving eyes, they finally poured off her trembling, hungry lips: "I'll do anything you want, Paul-anything ... " He laughed a warm, soft laugh. "You got yourself a deal. I was beginning to lose hope . . . " "What do you mean?"
"You didn't show up all week. I was waiting." His words set off a spark in her womb. "You were? But-why didn't you call-" "I don't call." "Oh" "I thought maybe you were-frightened. Mona tried to convince me that you're a square, that you'd never come back. Brian wasn't sure, like maybe you would or maybe you wouldn't. He admits he doesn't know you very well. Until last week, he thought you were a virgin-" "I was. Until last week. The day before you-" "Oh, yeah?"
"Yes."
"And how about-your, I mean, the dude? Is he your old man or something?"
"No. Just a guy I've been dating. I-I thought I was in love with him."
"You thought?"
"Yes. Now I know." Jody paused. "Yes, I know ..." she repeated dreamily.
"That you're in love with him?" Paul asked in surprise.
She looked up, hurt. "Not with him!" she whined. "With you!"
Paul smiled. His chest filled out with obvious pride. Jody felt his cock stiffen against her belly and she rubbed up against it lasciviously. When he nodded his head in the direction of the bedroom she parted from him with reluctance, so accustomed had she grown to the closeness of his big, muscular body. Never before had three or four steps seemed to take so long.
She began taking her clothes off immediately. Paul laughed. "I guess things have changed since last week! You're learning, baby, that's for sure ..."
She felt his teasing eyes on her body and she blushed. The shirt came off and she stood for a moment facing him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. In the space of one short week so much had changed, as Paul had been quick to note, that suddenly she realized there would be no turning back, not ever. The little girl, the innocent, the virgin, the up-tight moralizer-all were gone. In their place had come this full-blown sexy female, fully capable of pleasing a man and being pleased by a man; proud of her naked breasts and of the admiring look which they were eliciting; eagerly looking forward to removing the rest of her clothes and then lying on the large water bed under the dark canopy; and finally, accepting it all, recognizing for the first time that this was all to the good, all a vital part of growing up into a real human being. And yet there was a twinge of sadness mingled among all those other discoveries, as if the little girl within perhaps did not deserve such a quick and final goodbye. She had, after all, been around a long time . . . Jody laughed.
Paul lay down on the bed and lit a thinly-rolled cigarette. He inhaled deeply and held the smoke in his lungs. When Jody stepped out of her jeans and pulled down her sheer panties over her long, smooth legs, he looked at her and smiled, then held out the cigarette toward her in an inviting gesture.
"You say you haven't tried this?"
She wrinkled up her nose. The smoke had a sharp, acrid smell, not unpleasant but not familiar, either. She realized what it must be, though, from the pleased look on Paul's face. Even as she shook her head she slid down onto the water bed and took the cigarette in her fingers. "Do you smoke it like a-a regular cigarette?"
"Yeah, only try to hold the smoke in a little bit longer."
Her first puff was tentative and short. Being a non-smoker, she knew that to take in too much smoke at one time would produce a fit of coughing. This stuff was different, somehow, smoother and much less irritating than the cigarettes she had tried on a few rare occasions. And the effect was much nicer, as she rapidly discovered.
Within a minute Jody felt a slight clouding inside her head. The cigarette was passed back and forth until it became reduced to a short, yellowish stub. Then Paul brought out a pair of thin brass pincers, remarkable in that they consisted of many criss-crossing and curving strands which, under closer observation, turned out to be one, continuous yellow wire.
"What's that?" Jody asked brightly, noticing for the first time that her lips were dry and that it took a bit longer to push out the words from her lips.
"It's a roach clip." Paul held out the still-burning stub. "This is the roach, which is what's left of the joint, which is what we started smoking." He laughed. "For your first lesson, you have to learn the difference between two kinds of joints, okay?"
Jody nodded dutifully.
"You already know the one kind: a marijuana cigarette." Paul snapped the roach into its holder and took a drag. The end of the short butt glowed brightly. He passed the clip to Jody and then took her free hand and pressed it against his crotch. "Now that's the second kind of joint: my joint."
Jody took a drag and instantly began to giggle. She wound her fingers around Paul's limp cock-his joint, she thought, what a great word for it!-and began to caress it gently. He parted his legs and she stroked all around his crotch, his thighs, his balls, delighting in the sensation of his muscular flesh tight under her fingertips, feeling every hair of his pubis and his thighs, realizing how sensitive her fingers had become all at once.
"Wow! I really feel high," she said very slowly. "I never knew-" She never finished her sentence. Her mind refused to produce any more words, but instead created a sudden flood of images. As the joint under her fingers grew hard and big, she was overcome with a wave of sensuality. She saw herself as a harem girl, ever at the service of the lord and master, ready to please him the instant he so desired. The lord's tent was in the middle of the silent campsite, surrounded by the tents of his officers. He chose to be alone with her at the end of this victorious day, exhausted by the long battle. She was his favorite, and she loved him.
She let out a long sigh, which changed gradually into a groan of lustful need. She squeezed his hard, thick cock, now pointing straight upward from between his thighs. Suddenly she was possessed with a powerful urge to impale herself on his lordly prick, to take it into her mouth and her cunt and her asshole-all at the same time. She wanted him more than ever, in more ways than ever. When he reached over and began to stroke her breasts, twisting her taut nipples between his fingers, tugging at the stiff buds with deliberate, unhurried playfulness, she suddenly felt a deep ache inside her cunt-a wanting ache, a hungry ache, a desperate ache. Acutely conscious of the gaping cavern between her legs, and of the demands which the lustfully contracting tunnel insistently made, she finally began to tremble from head to toe and, in a begging voice, said: "Please, please-I can't stand it anymore. Please fuck me! Please-" In her vision she felt terribly ashamed. The slave was not supposed to beg the master for pleasure; the slave was supposed to wait for the master's command. She had broken the rule and she feared that she would be punished. Casting down her eyes in apology, she waited for the master's angry retort.
There was none. Instead he took her in his arms, flipped her over so that her knees sank into the watery mattress on both sides of his hips, and gripped the cheeks of her ass with his powerful hands. She struggled to gain her balance on the shifty surface of the bed and finally succeeded by leaning on his broad chest. Her gaping cunt hovered scant inches above his turgid, twitching cock-but was held in place by his hands. Thrusting downward with all her might, she desperately attempted to skewer herself on his rigid member only to be held irresistibly away by his iron grasp. At last she understood: this was her punishment, this was the torture which her sadistic master had so cunningly, so knowingly devised!
"Don't punish me ... " she moaned through dry lips. "Please don't punish me . . . " He laughed. "Punish you, hell- I'm going to fuck you, baby, like you've never been fucked. Not even by me!"
And with those words he pulled her ass down, hard. His cock shot up into her pussy to its very hilt, spreading apart the pink lips of her cunt with a shocking suddenness. She thought it would burst through her cervix and into her stomach, so far up did the huge shaft penetrate. He filled her completely, instantly, electrically.
She screamed.
She shook with pleasure and with pain and with surprise. She shook with the joy of knowing that she was there again, fucking him, wanting him and having him. She shook with the satisfaction of having been chosen by him.
He lifted her ass until his cock had nearly slipped out of her wet cunt. He held her suspended for a breathless eternity and then he brought her down again, and his stiff rod smashed into her hole again, and she was filled by him again, and she cried out again.
Only this time it wasn't a scream. It was an animal's groan of crazed, agonized lustfulness.
Up and down, again and again he swung her. She slipped on his greased ramrod with increasing rapidity, with smoother and smoother movements. After a few more minutes it was all one motion, and he no longer had to depend on his hands to guide her pulsing, bouncing ass. She did it all by herself, grinding against him on the way down, sucking every inch of his cock on the way back up, holding for a brief instant at the top of the climb, and then smashing down again so that the breath gushed out of her dry, moaning throat again and again.
His hands were busy. Smoothly, without interfering with her continuing oscillations, he brought one hand under her thigh and began to rub her clitoris. No matter where she was in her cycle of impalement he followed her, stroking the sensitive bud, working the small nub of flesh until sparks were being set off all inside her womb. It became excruciatingly hot, the pleasure almost unbearably intense. She bounced up and down with mounting vigor, thrusting herself upon his cock with mad abandon, drawing herself up slowly only to sink again, deeper and deeper.
Her head was floating on a fuzzy cloud. Every time she opened her eyes she was amazed to find herself in the same place. Her lustful imagination was taking her on all sorts of voyages, magical trips where she could hear the sounds of the troops outside celebrating the victory, or where everyone was preparing to crown her as the queen. She was no longer a slave, because obviously slaves couldn't possibly rise to such incredible heights of pleasure.
"AAAAHHHHHH! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!"
His other hand got busy too, adding more excitement to an already explosive situation. His fingers sought and found the tight hole of her anus and, moistened by the flowing juices of her cunt, slowly penetrated the narrow passage. The new sensation mixed extremely well with the existing ones, and she became conscious of her wishes being fulfilled as hole after hole became occupied by one or another of his limbs.
She didn't stop pumping up and down either. Her clitoris on fire, her rectum being ravaged by his invading fingers, her cunt pouring out rivers of juices, she climbed steadily toward another explosive culmination.
Finally she leaned forward, seeking his lips. He kissed her harshly, bitingly. Then he shoved his tongue into her throat and she took it in as far as it would go, responding with her tongue, locking in mortal combat with his lips. Her hips moved more quickly by the second as she felt the heat of his kiss, the hugeness of his cock, the fiery intensity of her clitoris, the searing massage of his fingers in her asshole.
She cried out and began to scratch his shoulders with her nails. Her body writhed on top of him, squirming, pumping, pulsating. She thought there was nothing left but the final ascent, the last stretch before the final glory.
But he had other ideas. Suddenly his hand left her burning clitoris and joined the other in gripping the churning cheeks of her ass once more, as at the start. Then he pulled his fat prick out of her cunt and, in one smooth motion, guided the huge head into the loosened aperture of her asshole.
There was a sharp pain as the thick object penetrated the tight opening. But it was more in surprise that she finally cried out. "Hey! What-that's not-" He laughed. "You just scored another first, huh? Consider yourself lucky."
And with that he slipped a bit more of his cock into her anus. The breath caught in her throat. It was a totally different sensation than having his fingers in there. It was strange, like it somehow wasn't supposed to be there. It was the vacant feeling in her cunt that was tough to cope with, the openness of it, the emptiness.
But then as he shoved in, further and further, she forgot about her cunt. She felt him going deeper into her anal passage and she began to see stars inside her head, big, exploding ones, entire galaxies being born and dying all at once. As he began pumping in and out of her rectum, and as his hard cock rubbed against her sphincter, she thought she would die from the heat of it all, the explosive warmth of the volcano he had created between the cheeks of her ass.
Then he brought his hands under her thighs again, this time shoving several fingers into her cunt while resuming his excitation of her clitoris. Within moments she felt just as comfortable with his cock lodged in her rectum as she had earlier with his cock sheathed in her juicy vagina.
And she began pumping again, slowly at first but then more quickly as the pleasure became more and more intense, as the fires grew hotter and hotter within her womb.
She cried out like a mare in heat and gripped his shoulders as it all began to swing again, up and down on the bouncy aquatic mattress, up and down on his steel-like prick, up and down on his fingers churning inside her cunt, up and down on her fiery clitoris.
Then he took her breasts into his mouth, sucking at one, then the other, and she pressed the firm flesh of her tits against his face, feeling totally dominated, entirely and eternally his subservient, loving, thankful slave.
"I'm coming!" she cried at last, skewering her grasping anus on his driving cock. "I'm coming! I'M COMMMMMMINGGGGGGG!"
He had everything working at once, and when she finally exploded, when the spasms started to wrack her entire body with an intensity that threatened to tear her muscles and her nerves into shreds, when her cunt and her asshole and her clitoris and even her breasts erupted all at the same time, she let out a cry so powerful it shook the walls.
"AAAARRRRREEEEEEEIIIIIIHHHHHHH" She climaxed for a long time, orgasm following upon orgasm, shooting her higher and farther than she'd ever been, a simultaneous series of explosions reaching into every cell of her body.
And finally she collapsed on top of his chest, whimpering like a wounded animal, thoroughly exhausted and fulfilled.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you ..." He held her close and caressed her. Finally he withdrew his hot, hard cock from her tender asshole and said, "I'm still saving it for you."
She wasn't sure how she would be able to move, but Jody said, "Whatever you want, I'll do ... " "I want you to finish what you started out there."
She rested for a few moments and then she crawled between his legs, got on her knees, stuck her ass up into the air, and began to suck his cock.
It had grown bigger, she noticed. She had great difficulty fitting the purple-headed monster into her mouth, but she handled the long shaft and bent to one side, then the other, finally managing to enclose all of its raging head between her lips. She started the slow sucking motion again, feeling the breeze against her ass.
She paused briefly and looked up. "I love your cock. I want to suck it until you come ..."
He laughed. "See that you do!" he said in mock seriousness.
"I promise I will. . . Nothing can make me stop, not until you come in my mouth ..."
She bent her head and opened her lips to his swollen, slippery cock. Observing that his pubic hair was wet from her juices, she ran her fingers through the thick curls, spreading the wetness over his swollen balls. Then she stroked his balls, scratching them slightly with her nails, titillating him with her sensuous touch.
She became lost in another dream. Sucking his turgid pecker, she saw herself once more in the lord's tent. Outside the troops were noisy again, talking about the battle. She heard footsteps by the tent's entrance, but she knew that a harem girl should never stop pleasing her master under any circumstances, and so she kept sucking at his giant prick, pumping his balls, rubbing his chest, stroking the thick shaft up and down ...
She didn't stop when she heard the voices, either, or when she felt a presence behind her. She kept sucking as any good harem slave would, gorging the fat cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue along its head, shoving all the way back into her throat where the warmth would be most pleasurable to her master . . .
She heard the talk dimly, as in a dream. "Look at that ass!" a voice was saying. "Out of sight, huh?"
Now a female: "Yeah, yeah. I've got to admit. Not bad, not bad."
"Looks like she gives good head too," said the male.
"Why don't you both shut up," said the master.
She kept sucking. Faster and faster, with deeper and longer strokes, she plunged repeatedly on the long, thick cock, squeezing it between her lips, exerting every effort not to scrape the taut, veined skin with her teeth. She gagged on it at times but she kept up her dutiful, exciting sucking.
The master seemed to be pleased. He was moving his hips to meet her diving, churning mouth. He was holding her head and squeezing it passionately. He was making deep, sensuous sounds. She redoubled her efforts.
And then she felt something round and thick between her thighs, pressing against the wet hps of her cunt.
She kept going, though. She had promised not to stop. She kept sucking even as the thick object penetrated into her cunt, even as she recognized another cock entering her slippery vagina.
She continued sucking on the master's horse-like prick as the other male member plunged all the way into her cavernous pussy. Suddenly thrilled by the dual action, she began grinding her luscious ass against the assaulting newcomer, swallowing his cock into the juicy depths of her cunt.
Then she felt something else, too: fingers on her clitoris, gently rubbing the sensitive nub of flesh, exciting it again; and hands on her breasts, kneading them, pinching the nipples with tender, expert care.
Soon everything and everyone was in superb, coordinated motion, all the rhythms complementing one another, all the bodies swinging together on the wildly-bouncing water bed. Even the breaths came in unison, and perhaps the heartbeats as well.
The pace grew more frantic. Jody's jawbone began to hurt and her mouth to tire, but she sucked faster and faster as she felt the prick ramming deeper and deeper into her slippery tunnel. There was the sound of many breaths mingling, all of them deeply passionate, all of them driving toward the same approaching goal. There were hands everywhere, and lips, and cocks, and she swung with one and with the other, her head diving on the master's swelling phallus in the same rhythm as the other ramrod pistoned back and forth into her clutching vagina.
Finally the breathing was hot and quick and harsh, and the movements became so rapid that something would soon have to give. In fact, everything would have to give. The master's groin bounced up toward her churning mouth and he grabbed her head and shoved it down on his huge, ramming prick, and in the next moment she felt the contractions in his member and she pumped faster still with her hand, and suddenly she heard him cry out and her mouth was filled with his sperm and she sucked faster and faster as the flood of semen poured into her throat, choking her, gagging her, but mainly proving to her that she had been good and that he was satisfied, and she kept sucking and sucking and sucking.
Right on the heels of the first coming she felt the second. The assault at her rear reached its ultimate culmination with a series of harsh groans and extra deep penetrations, and then finally with spurt after spurt of juicy sperm. She pushed back as hard as she could, her cunt opening wide, her thighs spreading to accommodate the fat, plunging, shooting prick. Again and again it rammed into her, filling her gaping cunt with its seed. Again and again she ground her ass against the invader's pelvis, feeling his balls smacking against her thighs and his pubic hair scraping her tender asshole.
And then she came. The hand churning on her clitoris brought forth her climax, and this time it was completely crazy because she still danced on the two rigid peckers, one in her mouth, one in her cunt, and all the spasms in her abdomen and all the shaking of her body couldn't pull her away from the twin rods which still plunged into her body incessantly, more and more, filling her to the very brim.
The cry of release never did get out of her throat, since it was quite effectively muffled by the still-swollen phallus of the master. A deep rumble did come out, however, all the way from the depths of her belly, and though muffled it told everyone that she had also reached the final, orgasmic plateau.
At last the cock went limp between her lips, sucked dry and obviously exhausted. And the penis lodged inside her cunt lost its hardness too, finally plopping out and leaving her empty.
She rolled over onto her back on the water cushion, laughing softly.
But the laughter stopped dead in her throat when she recognized the grinning fucker at the foot of the bed. It was none other than her brother, Brian-and sitting next to him was Mona, her fingers wet with the juices of the pussy she'd manipulated.
"So what's the difference? You were hot, you wanted to fuck. Your brother just happened to come along at the right time. Face it, a cock is a cock, right? And what does it matter who rubs your clit? A guy, a chick, young or old-who cares?"
She kept hearing Paul's words over and over again as she drove back to town. It made sense, sure, if she could accept it. But Jody was full of guilt once again. But this time her guilt was compounded by two ignominious perversions: Incest. And Lesbianism.
There weren^t many ways she could rationalize it, either. If it had occurred only once-when she didn't know what was happening, when she was under the influence of drugs or passion-it might not have been so bad.
But it had happened more than once. It had gone on all night and into the early morning hours. She had made love to her brother again.
And to Mona.
She hated herself because Paul's words, and a tender caress, had been enough to wipe out of her mind the initial shocking guilt which she'd felt upon discovering her incestuous relationship with Brian.
Soon afterward, she had allowed herself to be used by Paul and the others in the most ignoble ways. She had held his balls while he fucked Mona. She had let the redhead lick her pussy while she herself had sucked her brother's cock. She had finger-fucked the redhead while Mona sucked Paul's prick and Brian fucked her again. She had been an integral part of the night-long, rollicking orgy, not content to let the others merely indulge themselves and their fantasies, but using her own fevered imagination to think up more wild combinations on the ceaselessly moving water bed.
In brief, she had become totally degenerate, giving vent to all her lustful desires, each orgasm encouraging her to achieve the next climactic release, no matter how, or with whom.
She had become the whore of the harem.
Only after waking from a deep sleep and going for a walk on the sun-drenched beach in the early afternoon-only then had she felt the first pangs of remorse. It might have been the sight of all the young kids lying about innocently; or perhaps it was Mona's reminder at one point that she had to go to work and felt "too fucked out and sucked out to face another John . . . "; or perhaps seeing her own brother in the light of day and remembering how it had been with him during the orgiastic night-but, for whatever reason, Jody had suddenly experienced the most crushing, devastating regret, and had realized beyond a doubt that she'd done wrong.
They had gone back to the house and talked about their plans, but Jody had soon tuned out on the conversation about money and boats and trips. Paul had suggested that she join the communal effort, and Brian had enthusiastically supported the motion. Just before leaving for "work" Mona had proposed that Jody be her partner in prostitution, and everyone had thought it a great idea, a great way to reach their common goal in a much shorter period of time.
"Yeah, right!" Brian had said. "With both of them working we could get that thirty grand six months earlier. Yeah, far out!"
Too far out, as far as Jody had been concerned. She had been appalled at Brian's eagerness to send his own sister into prostitution. Wasn't it enough that he had made her his accomplice in the most heinous of crimes, incest? She had recalled that part in her nightmare when the mob had finally caught her and the leader had said, "God does not forgive incest and infanticide ..." And not even Paul's smooth talking had been capable of wiping out the gloom this time, even though he had tried very hard and talked for a very long time about what they could all accomplish together.
Finally she'd remembered her date with Hal. She had been looking for an excuse to leave the depressing house, and the fact that she was late had given her an excellent opportunity to dash out without going into long explanations. She had left Paul and Brian sitting there, smoking pot and dreaming about their boat.
And she kept hearing the words: "You were hot, you wanted to fuck ... A cock is a cock . .. What does it matter who rubs your clit. . . Who cares?"
Well, I care! Jody said to herself. / loved Paul. That's why I went down there last night. That's why I did what he wanted. . . But that doesn't mean I have to-to make love to anybody and everybody! My brother, for goodness' sake! And Mona! Oh, my God! And to think that they had the nerve to suggest I should work with her-sell my body for the good of the team! What a bunch of idiots! and what an idiot I am for getting involved with them! Sick, sick, sick!
Suddenly it came to her that she really didn't know where she was or who she was. The emotion that she accepted as the "love" which she felt for Paul-was it really love or was it something else? Like lust, for example, or a mere infatuation created by gratefulness for achieving an orgasm. Was it love to be thrilled by a cool, eighteen-year-old beach boy? So he could fuck well and he had a big cock, so what?
Jody felt a pang in her heart and another in her mouth. So plenty ... It wasn't that simple, either. Nothing in this situation was very, simple, she began to see.
As she drove toward town, the thought of facing Hal, and particularly of having to explain where she'd been and why she was late, started nagging at her in a most bothersome fashion. Not only was it Hal, the person, which she found difficult to simply dismiss, but also the kind of life which he represented. Obviously he was in a totally different bag than the crew she'd just left. Hal could never conceive of such a loose, amoral life style. Hal would never think of sending a teenager out to prostitute herself in order that he might profit from her immorality. Hal was a budding lawyer. Hal had money. Hal was respectable. Hal had a future.
The conflict raged on inside Jody's mind. Where do I stand? she thought. Until last week, I thought I knew. I thought I loved Hal. Maybe I still do. Or maybe I love Paul. Maybe I love Brian. Maybe I love them all. . . What does that make me?Maybe I would really be unhappy living with Hal or someone like him, someone with principles and with a serious life ahead of him . . . Or maybe I really belong with those young fools. . .
There was no denying the thrill she felt every time her thoughts drifted back to the night's orgy. The intensity of physical pleasure had been such that she had hoped it would never end. And now that she felt normal once more, a part of her definitely longed to get back to that fantastic plateau of lust and joy. She could feel the lure of pleasure tugging inside her belly, directing her back to the beach, back to Paul, back to- Brian.
Oh, no, no! Why that? Why-my own brother?
That was the bad part., Incest. The guilt of having overstepped the bounds of socially acceptable behavior. In almost all societies since the beginning of time, the taboo of incest had risen above all others, had remained most consistent.
It was another secret she could never share with Hal, with anyone, for that matter.
And Mona, too. The little amoral doll, the little whore. Jody had enjoyed her and she had enjoyed Jody. Another transgression. Another step away from respectability.
Jody felt a twitching between her thighs as she remembered the redhead's tongue lapping at her pussy, as she remembered Mona's fingers on her burning clitoris. Something about making love to another female was doubly exciting, perhaps because it took one woman to really know another woman's body.
God, I'm horny again! Jody realized with mounting shame. / can't stop thinking about it. My body has a life of its own . . . driving me crazy . . .
She thought about Hal again. She realized how badly she'd treated him the last time, and she tried to figure out why. Actually there's nothing wrong with him, she said to herself. It's just that I was so guilty about Paul-and then I wouldn't respond to Hal . . . Maybe I should make it up to him . . . Maybe tonight, after the party . . .
And then, before she knew it, she was pulling up in front of her apartment house. She saw Sue's car parked in front of the building, and also noticed Hal's a little way farther down the sidewalk. Ah! He must be there and waiting already, she thought. Well, that's okay. I'll give him a little present later, and that should keep him very happy.
Thinking about how pleased Hal would be, and how anxious she herself was to have a man's cock between her thighs, Jody took out her key and opened her door. She had a smile on her lips and a cheerful greeting tm the tip of her tongue, but when she saw that no one was in the living room she just stood in the doorway silently and the smile faded from her face.
She stepped inside and shut the door quietly.
Some weird sounds were coming out of the bedroom and Jody advanced cautiously, her heart thumping in her chest. Expecting the worst all of a sudden, but hoping against hope, she walked right up to the door and then stood there silently as her heart sank low and her eyes took in the spectacle on the bed.
Her cousin Sue was sucking Hal's rigid cock. Her ass was facing the door, and Jody had a grand-stand view of Hal's hand shoving the hard rubber dildo into Sue's gaping pussy. She couldn't see his face because it was blocked by Sue's body, but from the sounds he was making Jody could guess just how ecstatic he must have been.
Sue's body looked pretty wild from that angle. Her breasts dangled over Hal's thighs, her own legs were parted wide and the cheeks of her ass were round and^ creamy. The rubber phallus plunging into her cunt again and again made her expand and contract her buttocks in a sensuous rhythm. Jody had a direct view of Sue's puckered asshole, and she experienced a weird jolt of surprise when she heard her cousin say: "Stick your finger up my ass, Hal!"
He stopped moaning and groaning for a brief moment, and as Sue once again went down on his slippery, twitching cock and took it into her mouth, Hal shoved one finger into her brown, wrinkled rectum.
Jody gasped. It was as if she could feel something being stuck jnto her own anus. Then she gasped again as she heard Hal cry out in pain: Sue had shoved a finger up his ass too, and he was obviously reacting to a^new kind of penetration.
But he didn't stop her.
She kept sucking away and Hal's moans became longer and louder. He rammed the dildo between the wet lips of her cunt with increasing ardor, and he kept massaging her sphincter back and forth, back and forth, more and more rapidly.
The bodies really started moving on the bed. Hal's pelvis bounced up and down like a yo-yo against Sue's hungrily churning mouth. Sue's thighs jumped together, making louder noises, abandoning themselves to the boiling passion inside their lust-crazed bodies.
And then they reached the explosive point of climax, simultaneously crying out in orgasmic joy: " Aaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhhh!"
Hal jerked his hips spasmodically as Sue swallowed his spurting semen avidly. She pumped his cock with her hand and with her lips while he continued shoving the greased dildo up her clasping pussy. Jody saw some of his creamy sperm trickle down over Sue's hand and chin, and she finally let out a cry of her own.
"Goddamn you! Goddamn you both!" she hissed. "I hope you're happy, you damn-traitors!"
The writhing on the bed suddenly ceased as both Sue and Hal looked up toward the door. The expressions on their faces told every emotion, every thought which must have been going through their minds: surprise, shame, anger, satisfaction, lust...
Sue was the first to regain her composure: "I thought-you weren't coming back. Hal was all shook up. I felt sorry for him-" "Go to hell-both of you!"
"Jody, please, you have to understand," pleaded Hal.
"I do understand, believe me! Damn you, Sue-you can never leave well enough alone, can you! Everything's got to be yours, right? Everything-" "Now wait a minute," Sue protested. "It takes two, you know. If you're going to blame anyone, blame both of us!"
"That's not fair," said Hal. "You started it! You unzipped my fly! You gave me that-that thing and asked me to stick it into your pussy!"
"Yeah, and I bet she took your clothes off for you, too!" Jody cried angrily. "Well, the hell with both of you! I've had it. I'm taking my clothes and moving out right now." She paused briefly. "Come to think of it, I'll come back some other time, when nobody's around! I don't really think I can stand looking at either of you any more!"
She turned on her heels and left.
"Back so soon?"
She threw her arms around him. "Oh, Paul, Paul..."
"What happened? I thought you had a pressing engagement," he said with a light measure of sarcasm. "Couldn't stay away, huh? Got a taste of the good life and just had to get back to it, right?"
"Yes, yes..." she said slowly, pressing up against his large, hard chest.
"Welcome back. I missed you. I was wondering if you'd ever be back, you were so uptight when you split..."
"I didn't know either, but-" "That's cool, you don't have to say anything more."
"But I want to. I want to tell you what happened. And what I've been thinking."
"Fine. Let's go in and smoke a joint, and then you can tell me anything that's on your mind."
Arm in arm, they walked down the familiar hallway and ended up in the messy living room. Jody felt very contented all at once. It was like being home again. In fact, for the first time she realized that she wanted this place to be her home.
And that's what she told Paul, when they finally sat down and smoked the joint he'd rolled. She told him about her guilts, and also about the scene between Sue and Hal, and she told him how she had made up her mind to cast her lot with him and Brian and Mona. It seemed a more worthwhile endeavor somehow; though idealistic to the point of perhaps being impossible to achieve, their scheme at least was not hypocritical.
"Right on. I'm with you. I'm sorry you had to be disappointed in your-boyfriend and your cousin. But you know, if you get that possessive about anyone it's like, like an invitation to disaster, dig?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean nobody has any rights over anybody else. Not really. People get screwed up when they act otherwise. Countries do, too."
She nodded, silently thinking about his words. It all made sense, but was he trying to tell her she shouldn't be jealous? "But-but what if you love someone?" she asked in a tight voice. "Doesn't that give you the right to-to expect them to-" She stopped suddenly, flustered, unable to finish her thought.
Paul laughed. "You're stoned, baby. It's hard to make sense when you're stoned."
Jody laughed. "That's true. But it's easy to make love."
"What? Ready to go again? Whew!" Paul chuckled and shook his head. "I need a rest, but I'll tell you what: I'll watch you make love."
"Huh?"
"Don't look so shocked. I mean, you can play with yourself. You ever do that?"
Jody remembered the morning when she'd discovered the dildo. She blushed and then became angry as she recalled,how she had last seen it being used. "I- did once ..."
"Once?" Paul's voice expressed disbelief. "Once? Is that all?"
"Yes. What's wrong with that?"
"Well, I guess it's not as bad as never," he said, laughing softly. "Come on, come in here."- She accompanied him into the bedroom and then took off her clothes when he asked her to undress. He pointed to the mirror at the side of the bed and told her to position herself so that she faced it with her open -crotch. "Now play with yourself and I'll watch, okay?" He lay down on his side, leaning his head on his hand. "Come on, don't be ashamed of yourself. It's only your body."
She began doing as he suggested. She started to rub her clitoris with her fingertips, slowly at first but then more quickly as she became accustomed to the novel, wild sensation.
"Look at it, too," said Paul. "That's part of learning, dig?"
She looked at herself, at her hand rubbing her wet crotch, at her thighs spread far apart, at the cheeks of her ass flattened against the carpet. She looked at Paul too, and as the waves of pleasure began coursing through her body she remembered how different it had been the first time, with the dildo, how frantic she'd been, how guilty she'd felt afterward.
She didn't feel at all bad this time. In fact, she felt damn good. And calm too, inside her head. Even as the heat built up inside her cunt, even as her fingers moved faster and faster over the taut, sensitive nub of her clitoris, even as she felt the approaching climax-even then she felt peaceful and relaxed and shameless.
Finally she worked herself to an orgasm and she surrendered to the pangs of pleasure in her womb. Her fingers kept churning inside her cunt and over her excited clitoris until she had drained herself of all strength, until she had gasped and come to her heart's content.
Then she threw herself on the bed and kissed Paul full on the lips. "Thank you, thank you," she said passionately.
"Huh? For what?"
"For showing me how to be free . . . For teaching me to accept myself ..."
"That's only the first couple lessons, baby." "What do you mean?"
"I mean I want you to stay with us, join the family."
"I already said that's what I wanted to do-" "Yeah, but you didn't say how you wanted to do it."
Jody looked at him, wide-eyed. She'd been fighting the idea all along, consciously and unconsciously, but now she knew the fight was over. She buried her head in the hollow of his shoulder and with warm breath she whispered, "Anything, Paul. Anything you want me to do ... "
Monday morning finally came around, and it was time to take care of business. The boys went off to the shop to work on their surfboards, and the girls went off to the massage parlor to work on their customers.
Jody leaned back and listened while Mona swung the little red Porsche through traffic and explained the workings of their particular business. It had been a wild weekend, and though she had made up her mind and was thoroughly determined to carry through with her decision, Jody only half-heard what the redhead was saying. The rest of the time she was thinking and dreaming, trying to make some sense out of her life. The process of sifting through recent memories was pleasant, and yet there was still some nagging remorse, some unresolved issues, and some apprehension regarding her immediate future.
Her future as a prostitute.
'The important thing to remember," Mona was saying in her flat, matter-of-fact voice, "is never-absolutely never solicit anything, dig? Whatever the customer wants you to do, fine, do it. But don't ever suggest, don't ever take the initiative yourself."
Don't ever take the initiative yourself... Jody's thoughts wandered. That's what Paul said too. .. You can be arrested for soliciting, but never for going along with the' customer, the John.. . Jody laughed to herself. My God, how did I ever get into this? A nice innocent girl like me. Oh, the hell with it! I know damn well how I got into it. Because Paul wants me to get into it, and because I want to get into it. Because it's fun to be around Brian and Paul and Mona, an[i because it'll be fun when we finally get the boat and sail off, away from all this mess. . .
"Now the place is set up so the Johns come in the front and the receptionist takes care of the paperwork. There are four massage rooms in addition to the sauna, where they all have- to go first-either that or the whirlpool, I mean. We take them in turns, unless a guy comes in and asks for a specific chick, you know? Now listen carefully: Believe it or not, some guys come in just for the massage. We got Swede to take care of them. You'll meet her-she's a big dyke but she won't bother you if you don't want her to. The chick in the front will flash you if the customer's a straight, so don't go in and fuck everything up, okay?"
"Mmmmmm, aha," mumbled Jody, lost in thought. Words kept flashing through her mind, mostly Paul's words. He had talked to her at length during the last couple days. He had run down his philosophies concerning vegetarianism, yoga, politics, surfing, drugs, money, sex, and whatever other subjects had come up in the normal course of getting to know one another.
Of course, Jody had her own ideas regarding contemporary issues, but though she had always been a liberal deep down, she had never realized quite how much she agreed with Paul's concepts of total freedom, spiritual as well as physical.
"That's where it's at, baby," he had said repeatedly. "Freedom to do anything and everything, as long as you don't hurt another human being..."
That's where it's at, all right, thought Jody. Nothing good ever comes out of repression . . . People all over are miserable because they're inhibited. . . Let yourself be open to life's experiences. . . Live for love and you won't have any regrets. . .
Let it all hang out.
Don't get all hung up.
"The hardest thing at first," Mona went on as she navigated the little sports car quickly and dexterously through increasingly heavy traffic, "is straightening out the bread trip. Like, the John's going to try and bargain most of the time, because he's already paid in front, see, and he might want to chisel on your end. I mean, you've got to figure just how far you can push and not blow the whole trip, dig?"
Jody nodded. "Aha, yeah ..."
The Johns, the money. . . She thought about that first twenty-dollar bill, her first John, and how guilty she'd felt then. Such a short time ago it had seemed as if her life would fall apart, and now . . . Boy, if he could only see me now, she said to herself. What a laugh . . . It would cost him twice as much at least!
Then Jody's thoughts drifted to Hal. She saw him looking up from the bed just after coming in Sue's mouth, surprised as hell, claiming he had been seduced! She laughed to herself again, but with a bittersweet feeling. I guess I held him up too high and that was unrealistic. . . He's human like anybody else, and Sue knows how to get a guy worked up, that's for sure. She's a whore just like me. . .
But something still nagged in the back of Jody's mind. If he really loved me, he wouldn't have done it. . . I guess he really is,a hypocrite, a lot of talk about ethics and morals but when it comes right down to the nitty-gritty, it's just a lot of hot air. Why claim to be so straight if you're not?
"Don't be surprised by some of the things they'll ask you," the redhead droned on. "I mean, some of those guys have real crazy imaginations. They live the square life, but when they get in one of our places, wheee! But I don't suppose you run into too many weirdos. We screen 'em pretty carefully. And if what they want you to do is too far out, just tell 'em to shove it. What the hell, how bad can it be? Listen, just play it by ear." Mona looked over at her and laughed. "Well, how does it feel going on your first gig as a whore? You nervous?"
Jody snapped to when she heard the question addressed directly to her. "No, not really. Just a little, I guess."
"Man, you sure are a cool cookie. I would've never figured you for a natural. To tell you the truth, I didn't think you'd ever be back after that first time."
A natural... That's what Sue told me once. . . "All the makings of a fantastic whore." Well, so be it... "I didn't think I would either," Jody said with a laugh. "It just goes to show, you can never tell."
"Right on, Sister."
They drove some more and pretty soon they were off the freeway and headed toward town. Driving down the Boulevard with all the movie houses and sex-oriented bookstores, Jody was once again carried back to the time in the not-so-distant past when she had been so different, so innocent, so ignorant, so unhappy ...
I won't think about it anymore, she promised herself. The past is gone and it's a damn good thing too. There is only the present and the future, just like Paul says.
Mona pulled into a parking lot and a few minutes later Jody found herself being introduced to the rest of the employees of the Venus Massage and Sauna Club. There were only three other girls, including Swede, and Mona explained that two more were on vacation. There was one man, an elderly, grey-haired type, who was the resident Chiropractor. After the sketchiest of formalities had been dispensed with, Jody was given a white uniform-apparently required to give credence to the "Physiotherapy" front maintained by the Club-and then went along with Mona and the other girls to the back of the place, where they all sat around in a comfortably furnished lounge and distracted themselves by reading or talking or playing cards or watching TV. Finally Mona took her around the facilities and showed her the small cubicles housing the antiseptic-looking massage tables on which she would be working.
Then they went back to the lounge and chatted some more while awaiting the day's first customer.
Shortly after noon, Jody's turn finally came. Having the least seniority, she'd had to wait while the other girls had taken care of their first clients. Swede had been the busiest, having taken care of four regular massages during the late morning, and she was the one who finally came back in the lounge and said, "There's a guy in Number Two who wants something special. I already gave him the massage. Who's next?"
"I am," said Jody, feeling a sudden trepidation.
"Well, go ahead, don't just stand there."
"Good luck, baby," said Mona, who had just returned from her first job.
Jody swallowed hard. "Thanks."
She checked herself in the mirror and then walked to cubicle Number Two. Her heart was pounding fiercely and she hesitated in front of the door. I can still turn back, she said to herself. It's my last chance. . .
But then she thought of Paul and Brian and Mona, and she thought of the boat they were all working for, and she pushed open the door.
The man looked up from the table. "Well, what do you know? Fancy meeting you here! What's the matter, got tired of your amateur status?"
Jody's mouth hung open as she recognized the handsome face. It was the driver of the Mercedes, the man who had forced her into her first sexual experience!
"I-I-" Jody was speechless. She blushed from head to toe.
"I see you still blush!" He laughed that cool laugh of his, and showed off his white teeth. "Well, don't worry about it. I'm sure many of your customers will find it quite becoming."
Jody smiled. What the hell, she thought, why should I feel embarrassed in front of him? That's the sonofabitch who started it all. Now I can make him pay . ..
"What's on the menu today?" he asked.
"Menu? I don't know what you mean," she said casually.
"Let's not beat around the bush. I'm looking for a good blow job. Are you ready, willing and able?" "Sure, that's what you pay me for." "How much?" "Fifty."
"What?" He looked angry and surprised all at once. "I already paid thirty dollars for the massage and the-the membership. What's this, highway robbery?"
"You got what you paid for," Jody said evenly, laughing to herself at his obvious discomfiture. "If you want more, you have to pay more." He lay there silently for a moment. "Well, okay," he said harshly. "Only you better do a good job. That's a lot of money for a fucking amateur!"
She laughed. He was trying to put her down but she knew that she had him where she wanted him. The roles were reversed from the first time they had met, and she was glad. It felt a lot better this way.
Especially when he put the fifty-dollar bill in her hand.
"Now take that stupid white uniform off," he said gruffly. "Who the hell believes in this fiction anyway?"
She laughed and took off her uniform. All she had on underneath was a pair of panties, which also came off when he gestured impatiently for her to remove them.
"I want the full treatment," he said, looking her up and down and finally lying back. "You know what I mean ..."
Jody nodded. "You'll get it." She paused and then walked right up to the table and grabbed his half-hard cock. "And you'll come back for more," she added with a smile. "I've learned a lot since you last saw me ... " He took hold of her neck and forced her mouth down on his cock and balls. Jody relaxed and stuck out her tongue, licking his penis and his scrotum, letting her saliva drip down on his flesh. Soon the grip on her neck relaxed and the man began making soft groaning sounds. She stroked his balls with her hand, all the way underneath to the tight aperture of his anus. She took his prick in her mouth and began sucking on it until it grew hard between her lips. He began to moan louder and longer.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh! That's right, suck my cock, .you cocksucking whore!"
The words didn't make Jody blush. In fact, they did nothing except perhaps to excite her a little bit. She kept licking on the swollen cylinder of flesh. Her hands jerked his prick up and down, and she gradually found herself becoming mildly horny about the whole thing, wishing that someone would play with her pussy too, or stick a cock inside her cunt.
She was standing by the side of the table, bending over the man's twitching body, when she suddenly felt him slap her ass. It wasn't a hard slap, yet it stung a little. And then when he slapped her again, harder, it stung a whole lot more.
"Hey!" she said, straightening up. "This wasn't my bargain!"
"Keep sucking, goddamn it!"
"All right, but if you want to keep spanking, that'll cost you extra!"
"What?"
She laughed. "That's right. Nothing for nothing, mister."
His eyes flashed angrily. "How much?"
Jody thought quickly. "A dollar a slap."
He breathed in deep. Then he let out his breath. "Okay. That's a deal."
She bent over again and took his prick in her mouth, and she braced herself for the next slap. It wasn't long in coming. Then the next. And the one after that. With each slap Jody flinched slightly, and then relaxed again as she thought of how much money she was making. She kept sucking on his prick with expertise, jerking him with her hand faster and faster. She laughed to herself and although her ass began to sting and burn like hell, she still felt that she was on top of the situation, that she was getting the better of him and not the other way around, like the first time ...
Finally she heard him gasp and groan, and somehow the strength went out of his blows, and in the next instant he flooded her mouth with his sperm. She kept jerking with her hand as he spurted again and again, but she let the flow of semen drip down on his pubic hair.
It was all over. It had taken less than fifteen minutes.
"You bitch," he was saying, "You goddamn bitch-you cocksucker! You cost me another fourteen dollars!"
"Sixteen," she corrected.
"What?"
"Don't forget the first two!"
She couldn't hear his exact words, but their meaning came across loud and clear. Jody couldn't have cared less. As she slipped on her panties and her uniform and collected her money, all she thought about was how it would be with Paul later on, coming back home and huddling in his strong arms.
And getting her reward.
But someone else had beaten her to it, Jody discovered to her great dismay. The familiar body was crouched on the water bed, her head occupied with Brian's prick while her cunt was accommodating Paul's driving cock.
Jody was speechless. Sue had stolen the show once more, insinuating herself into Jody's life once again. It was too much, more than she could bear.
"Welcome home, join the party!" Brian suggested.
"It's all in the family," Paul added with a laugh. "Hey, who's this broad?" Mona wanted to know.
"Meet Cousin Sue," Brian said. "She's almost as good a cocksucker as you!"
Finally Jody couldn't hold it in any longer. "Goddamnit, Sue! Get off there!" she shouted. "Get off before I-" Paul grabbed her just in time, at the precise moment when she began lunging toward the water bed with her fist raised menacingly. "Hold it, there. Wait just a minute, baby!" he said, unsheathing himself from Sue's grasping vagina. "Take it easy now!"
"Take it easy?" Jody shrieked. "Why the fuck should I? Here I've been hustling for you all day and this bitch, this no good cunt is here-" Paul gripped her firmly by the shoulders and shook her until she could no longer speak. "Now stop it!" he commanded. "Pull yourself together!"
Sue was sitting back, looking at the wrestling pair while stroking Brian's cock. "I only came here to look you up, Jody," she said. "On a mercy mission, believe me! And these two-these sex maniacs forced me-" Everyone broke out laughing. Everyone except Jody, who was on the verge of tears.
"A likely story," said Brian. "Notice how she's being forced now!"
"It was the other way around," added Paul. "We came home from a hard day at the shop, exhausted, and here was this horny cunt-" "I don't want to hear any more!" shouted Jody, covering up her ears with her hands. It was all coming back, the scene with Sue and Hal, the humiliation which she had covered up by running away. She felt it all returning, in full force, even worse than the first time because she truly loved Paul, and seeing him with another girl-especially Sue!-was unbearably painful.
They were all laughing, Mona too. "Come on, forget it," she said, patting Jody's shoulder. "You know the old saying, a cock's a cock, a cunt's a cunt."
Jody fought to regain her self-control. The sick feeling inside was beginning to go away now that Paul held her close, but she still wanted to tear her cousin's eyes out of their sockets.
"It's Hal," Sue was saying. "He's going out of his mind. I finally got this address from your mother and thought I'd better come down here myself and help straighten things out-" "Things are straight the way they are," hissed Jody. "Now you can leave!"
"Wait, that's not exactly the whole thing. You see- I kinda like Hal. But he's stuck on you. I just thought, if you could have a talk with him, so he wouldn't keep hoping, maybe I'd have a better chance."
"Come on, Sis, fair's fair," said Brian.
"Yeah, give her a break," said Mona.
"Don't let jealousy blind you," said Paul in a soft voice. "Remember what we talked about all weekend? In order for you to be free, you have to let others be free too. Even when it hurts a little, dig?"
Jody looked down at the carpet. She felt herself blush again-this time because she knew that Paul truly loved her. And she also knew that she would have to confront Hal anyway, and tell him the truth regardless of the situation with Sue. She owed it to herself to be honest.
Only then could she be truly free.
She looked up at Paul and smiled. Then she looked at Mona and at Brian. Finally she looked at Sue.
"All right," she said finally. "I hope the two of you will be happy together. Really I do ... "
