In a middle-class town like Cedar Grove, there isn't much new in the way of excitement by the time a girl gets to be a teenager. Surrounded by cheating wives, and lecherous husbands, and paid off to stay out of the way at every turn, a healthy young girl will search far and long for some new excitement that will give meaning to her boring life.
Cathy was an adventurer in every possible way. Before her fourteenth birthday she understood that material luxuries no longer turned her on. The ultimate kick was sex, and the adults proved this fact to her wherever she looked.
Since all life was a game to her in those days, she played at sex in the same way, not bothering with the little boys, but going for the bigger kicks of grown men. Seeing that she was so good at it, and the kicks could be had so easily, she gets her whole group of girlfriends into the action, and her tennis pro lover sets them up in business.
But he is pushed aside by a black senator and his private pimp, who take over the girls as a group and keep them busy buying political favors for the senator with their bodies. The kicks are plenty, and the sex wildly satisfying, until they one day learn that they are not on the winning side at all. The men had been playing them for fools straight along.
They cannot go back to being innocent, and they would not because they have learned to love the excitement of wild sex too much. But they refuse to give it away so cheaply. Still in their teenage years, the girls begin to look for the deeper side of sexual relationships, and find that sensuality begins in their minds and ends in some of the greatest sex any of them will ever know.
CHAPTER ONE
Cathy Daniels had never been satisfied with her lot in life, and she had been saying so ever since she was old enough to talk. Her parents, being the middle income sort who blamed themselves for some imaginary lack on their part causing their daughter such grief through no fault of hers.
Instead of refusing to give into every whim that their spoiled child exhibited, they went beyond her own requests and gave her things that Cathy hadn't even gotten around to thinking about yet. Even she wasn't sure of the real nature of her constant hunger for new things while she was still a young child.
But it started coming clear to her just before her fourteenth birthday, and once the girl had it all settled in her mind, she knew that she would not stop until she had it all her way.
Maybe it wasn't the material gifts that turned her on so much after all. Cathy had an idea that it might be the pleasure of knowing that people had gone to so much trouble, thought she was so adorable that they couldn't help giving her everything she wanted. It was the attention, the affection that she really craved, and now that the girl was becoming a sexually aware teenager, she began to look for that affection in more places than just within her own home.
The kick of pretty clothes and tickets to everything new just wasn't as much as it used to be. Even at this tender age, she already understood that when a girl has everything she could possibly want as a child, the older she gets the more far-out the kicks have to be.
Lately she'd been feeling even more restless than usual. Trouble sleeping, being bored with everything she owned, and a short temper were just the mildest of these restless emotions.
Her parents knew the girl well, and understood this to be a potentially dangerous period. They would not have put it past her to already be screwing around with boys, but in a last ditch effort to keep scandal away from the family name for just a little longer, they had arranged for her to get tennis lessons at the community courts.
They were hoping that the vigorous exercise, and the fresh air environment would keep her too tired to be much in the mood for any indoor activities that might lead to trouble for all concerned. But it was really too late for them to keep her interests from turning to sex.
Because Cathy already had it in her head to seek her adventure in much closer contact sports than they would have desired for her. She agreed to the tennis lessons very quickly. There were a lot of guys in all age brackets taking them, and the word around her group was that the two pros in charge of the courts were dynamite studs to say the least.
At fourteen the girl was already better developed across the chestline than her own mother, and certainly all of her friends. She knew that her ripe young body looked more like a hot woman's than it did an innocent girl's. But she was still very much the young innocent.
It wasn't that she wanted her virginity to be still intact. There had simply been a sad lack of opportunities to change that condition. Now, with the freedom of summer upon her the hot blooded young girl was determined to get her first experience with the male prick before the leaves turned to brown once more.
All the men who worked the area in the summer knew that she came from a wealthy family, as did the bulk of her friends. If they were afraid to get close to her for fear that they would lose their jobs or worse, then they must also be afraid that she could make a lot of trouble for them if they dared not to give her what she wanted.
Only the day before, when her parents made the announcement about her forthcoming lessons, Cathy had made it her business to check the courts out and see if the action was really going to be worth her while. If the prick market didn't look particularly appealing to her down there, then she would always ask for swimming or golf lessons where the prospects of male action might be a little better.
But she had bought the necessary equipment and clothing for the game of tennis just the same. The tiny skirt and snappy racket made her feel very much in step with the fashions of the time, and one look in her full length mirror told her that it certainly did her figure justice. For the remainder of the outfit, she had chosen the kind of fabric that clung to her body in all the right places, especially around her ample tit area.
It was a shame that she had to wear a bra on the courts for the sake of comfort, as she usually went without at other times, and would have much preferred that her instructor get his first interview of her succulent bustline in all its natural glory.
Still, it was up to her if she liked what she saw. Cathy was not a believer in men being the hunters, while the women were the passive prey. If Cathy should decide that the guy was too much of a creep, and probably a rotten lay when it finally got down to that, then he could be as turned on as all hell. She still wouldn't give him a tumble.
If sex was supposed to be exciting fun, then she might as well make a game of it, and have the entire male population of Cedar Grove as her pawn. The years until her fourteenth birthday had not been entirely wasted, even if she had not gotten the first hand experience she was still looking for.
Because all that time her eyes were wide open, and her mind as well. She was constantly observing how other women turned their men on, and how those men reacted to the many different ways. Then she would go up to her girlishly pink bedroom and practice those same actions over in her mind while she masturbated through the night.
It seemed that fingering herself while she imagined it was she in those situations she had recently observed made them all the more exciting and concrete in her mind. She was sure that when she finally did try those things out for real, the guy would never know that it was her first actual experience. That he would ultimately discover she was a virgin had not entered her thinking.
She would have to tackle that stumbling block when the time came. From what the older girls in her school club had always said, a guy was happy to fuck, but not too happy when he had the job of being the first one in there.
All she could think of before that actual encounter was to be twice as exciting as any girl who had been there before, turning him on so much that he wouldn't be able to back down even when his prick hit that trouble spot. Cathy could only encounter that kind of problem once, and when it was over, Cathy had high hopes she would be able to find all the sex she could handle.
Since it was one frontier she had still to conquer, there was no end to the different possibilities for excitement that she felt sure of finding going along in that direction. Cal, the pro that had been assigned to her was quite a hunk of dynamite from the looks of him.
Tall, muscular and suntanned to within an inch of his life, the guy had very definite possibilities for her little project. She had not wanted some dumb kid, perhaps only a couple of years older than herself to fumble around in her cunt until he somehow broke her cherry, and probably by accident.
But she didn't want an old geezer in his forties to be the one to do it for her either. He would probably be so slow on the uptake that it would take him an entire night to get into her, once he was able to keep a hard-on for more than a couple of minutes. All the paperbacks she borrowed from the gang, and all the sex books that her parents kept on the top shelf in the library had given her a great fund of information on all the small details that she needed to know.
A healthy, virile man in his thirties with the muscular good looks that made a girl just know he was dynamite in bed, would be perfect for her. Cal seemed like a gift from Santa himself. Standing off behind some tables and chairs so he wouldn't notice that she had been watching him, Cathy had spent most of the last afternoon watching him move around on the courts. And she had been watching a great deal more than his backhand.
In the tight white shorts, especially when he was running all over the place, Cathy could see that his crotch was nicely filled with what appeared to be a better than average prick and balls. And when he walked with one of his students, especially a female one, his rolling hips, almost a swagger, told her he had been around his share of cunts, and they all came away from his bed well-satisfied.
The females he dealt with, young and old alike were as aware of Cal's body language as she was. She could see the sexy flicker in their eyes all the way from where she stood, and the way they stuck their tits out as far as they could go whenever there was a chance that they might brush against him. Cal was the perfect first target.
Just how she was going to carry off the seduction of a man so much older than herself, especially when he had cunts of all kinds to choose from, was still a little hazy in her mind. But there was no doubt in her mind at all that she would be capable of it.
There might have been some help forthcoming if Cathy had seen fit to discuss her erotic plans with some of her older girlfriends. But they had all been open enough with each other in the past for her to know that they would be right there trying to grab off the action for themselves, once the suggestion had been put into their minds.
She wasn't going to mind bragging about it to all of them after the deed had been accomplished. Not at all. In fact she would relish greatly the opportunity to go into the most graphic detail when she described every damn thing she did with this delicious looking man. Getting it done however, and enjoying it all first hand was going to be her own private business.
Cathy was amazed that none of the younger girls made mention of similar plans with this gorgeous hunk of male virility or some of the other great looking studs that were supposed to be serving the young of the area for the summer season. If any of them had been thinking about getting into bed with Cal, or maybe already had, they were certainly keeping strangely quiet about it.
Maybe he was even more terrific than she imagined him to be, and any of the girls who knew that fact for certain were not particularly anxious to be sharing him. Now that made perfect sense to her. She wasn't very anxious to share him with any of them either.
But wouldn't it be a laugh if it turned out that the guy was a community stud? That all of her friends were sharing his prick without even knowing about it? Well, that risk was part of the game as far as she was concerned, and it didn't really much matter even if it was true.
From what her parents had been saying, Cal was working the summer to help pay for medical school in the Midwest, and would be gone before the first of September. Of all the specialties he could have chosen, Cal was going to be a gynecologist, and had only one more year of special training for some phase of it that she didn't even understand.
So maybe he was working out all the cunts in Cedar Grove, and excusing himself after every single score he made by telling them that it had been done for the sake of research. If that was so, it made her own private scene all the more fantastic.
She was sure that once he got to the big city, he wasn't going to find too many virgins to help him in his research. Why she was actually being a help to the field of medicine by offering him such a singular opportunity! That thought was so funny that she wished she could share it with her parents, both of whom had a terrific sense of humor.
But this was one joke that she guessed they wouldn't much appreciate. Not all of it was a big joke to her, though. The more serious, even romantic aspects of it were building incredible tensions within her. There was even a certain element of danger in their becoming sexually involved.
Danger was something Cathy dug almost as much as she knew she was going to feel about sex. Maybe a good half of pulling this off with Cal, and who knew what would happen after that, and with whom, was the risk of getting caught.
A couple of years back, she and three of her girlfriends had spent some time going through the downtown department stores and seeing who could shoplift the wildest things without being caught. They had even made up rules for that particular game with points for the most merchandise ripped off at one time, and for the hardest items to conceal.
Too bad they couldn't come up with a game equally challenging now that they were a little older. Her closest group of friends within the larger circle of all those who had grown up in the rich suburb had always looked to her for those inspirations. And now they were all complaining of boredom as often as she was.
Well, as soon as she had made the most of her own private adventure, Cathy would have to see what new exciting scheme she could come up with that all of them would be able to enjoy. Already, she had a hunch that it would have to do with sex primarily.
But there was no time for any of it now. The only game she was interested in was her own, and the start of that one was imminent. Cal was already on the court and taking some practice swings before she got there. She felt her little cunt go wet at just the sight of the rugged stud.
Now that the moment of reckoning was actually upon her, Cathy didn't feel as much of the woman as she was trying to appear. It was still going to be her first time with a man, and the first time she was going to attempt anything this monumental completely on her own.
They had only five minutes of polite conversation before this encounter and already she was planning to get herself screwed by the man. Well, the summer was already two weeks gone, so there wasn't any point in wasting more time. Provided that she could actually manage to carry the seduction off, Cathy hoped that Cal had someplace to take her.
And that place had to be very close to the recreation area, because Cathy was already so horny that she would have liked to drop her panties right in the middle of the tennis courts and spread her legs for him. But any spot so near the heart of the town would be a little too risky, even for her tastes.
That little spot in her plan was a good place to insert a bit of the romantic. They could pick some out of the way location, a long, dark drive from town. A deserted shack or smack in the middle of the dense woods.
It would be pitch black all around them, and nothing but silence except for a chorus of crickets and night birds. There would not be even a minutes conversation because they would both want the same thing, and as rapidly as possible. He would practically tear her clothes off her panting body, and their embrace would be soo passionate that it bordered on the violent.
That was the way it happened in all the porno novels, and a flaming reality like that was just fine with her. Cal noticed her just then, and smiled as he waved his racquet in greeting. The smile was more like the ones she got from her favorite uncle when he came to visit, and not at all like a man who was greeting a potential lover.
But it would have to do for now. She tried to picture the sexiest walk she had ever seen in her mind and then put her body into the appropriate posture before crossing the rest of the distance to where Cal was standing. Her breasts were thrust out as far as they would go, and she undulated her hips as much as she could without seeming obvious.
She was hoping that her own smile looked a lot more provocative than his had. And when she got a little closer to him, Cathy breathed a small sigh of relief. He had noticed all of these gestures, and it appeared that he was currently making a new appraisal of the girl.
Which indeed he was. Cal knew her age, and her family's standing in the community. During the five minutes he had spoken with her, the girl's mother was also present, and he had not looked directly at the girl for more than a fleeting second.
Mrs. Townsend had been talking very rapidly, and he had to pay close attention in order to keep up with her. Then too, the mother was very good-looking and there was something in the way she stood and gestured to hint that she might be interested in some lessons for herself, but of a much more private nature.
The wives, divorcees and widows of the town were providing Cal with-a substantial income above the salary that was being paid to him by the Department of Recreation. All those tips after classes, and requests for lessons after hours on family courts told him a lot about the sexual nature of many of the women in Cedar Grove.
They were for the most part attractive and free living. Which wasn't saying a lot for the men of the town who preferred golf and card games to tennis and swimming. While the women seemed to be fanatic about their physical condition and appearance, the men didn't seem to mind if their bodies went to flab and they wore their shabbiest old clothes whenever they were home.
As the most recent of residents, it was hard for Cal to tell if the women were working so hard to awaken the once vigorous and now jaded sexual appetites of the men, or maybe it was that the women had exciting exteriors but cold, gray interiors.
But that couldn't be the case with all of them. At least not with the ones that he had tried so far. As a doctor who was preparing a lifetime career in the treatment of female ills, Cal felt there was more to his fucking through the whole summer than just getting his rocks off as often as possible. There was a lot to be learned from the women of this fair community. And it wouldn't hurt for him to sort away as much of it as possible in his memory banks for future reference.
It was true that they all had the same hungry, sex-starved look in common, and just about all of them had been boringly passive in their first sexual encounter with the big-dicked physician. But his own sexual skills did wonders for that particular problem, and he had them warmed up in no time at all.
And once he had gotten them in a more exciting condition, by and large the women had proven themselves to be rather decent lays. What some of them lacked in variated experience, they more than made up for with vigor and endurance. In fact, he hadn't been to bed with a single woman that summer who hadn't displayed either one or the other of those sexual attributes. But only after he had warmed them up, of course.
His court time as well as his sack time had been pretty much taken up with the adult women of the community since the first day he set foot in the town. And only lately were they loosening their hold on him enough to give their daughters a chance at him.
Now he was sure that they did not pass on his references to the younger generation. It was more likely that they had made some observations on their own, and they wanted what they saw. But the girls that had come to him before Cathy seemed to be still too much in the gawky stages for him to bother with.
He had to admit to himself that there was a certain hot appeal in the tender ways of the younger female. But so far he had not come across one that moved him sufficiently to fuck. Below the age of eighteen they giggled too much and humped too little to provide more than a momentary interest for him.
Such was not the case with Cathy Townsend now that he could turn his complete concentration to the way she looked. That was the walk of a girl who was ready to become a woman. And the blazing look in her eyes told him that not only was she ripe for fucking, but that she had all the natural makings for becoming a dynamite lay.
His guess was that she was still a virgin, but hoping that some prick would be changing that status for her very soon. And she wasn't even starry-eyed to be having a lesson with the most exciting stud to ever set foot on the Cedar Grove courts.
Interested she was, and considering a sexual encounter she was as well. But she was definitely not giggly or starry-eyed. At the very least, this would make it possible for him to get through the lesson without feeling constantly sick to his hard stomach.
"Hello, Cathy."
"Hi Mr. Rodgers."
"Please call me Cal."
"Okay, hi Cal."
"That's much better. You don't mind me saying how great you look in your new outfit, do you?"
"Do you really like it? I made mother shop all the way out of town for it, so I wouldn't be wearing the same one as everybody else."
"Wouldn't have mattered if you were. Not too many of the girls around here can fill it out the way you do. Or even the mothers of those girls for that matter."
Cathy felt that she was starting to blush now that she knew for sure he had noticed her body. What a dumb thing to do, she told herself. A girl who was supposed to be coming off as sexy and sophisticated didn't go around blushing at every little compliment that was made to her by the male of the species.
Knowing that she would probably turn him off if she continued to look shy made the high color recede from her cheeks immediately. And now she found that she could hold a conversation which at least to her, sounded like she knew how to deal with a guy.
There were even a couple of openings in the conversation where Cathy could say something with sexual overtones herself. And clumsy though they might have been, their meaning had not gone unnoticed by Cal. Soon he broke into a happy, slightly sexy banter and they took their respective sides on the court to begin the lesson.
The time flew by for both of them. While most of the talk had to do with Cathy's game, they both felt a lot closer to each other when the lesson was over. Cathy had never wanted to return home less than she did at that very moment. She was positively aching to get into bed with this man, and now she was desperate to come up with an excuse that would keep him from walking off before she was sure that he knew what she wanted. And moreover for her to know if he was willing.
"Say, what time is your next student?"
"I don't have another one this afternoon. Why are you asking? You have to be too tired for a second leesson today."
"Well, the kind that everybody can sit around and watch at any rate."
"I'm pretty sure of, what you're trying say young lady, and at this point I would like to emphasize the word young."
"If I'm old enough to have a body like this, wouldn't you say I was old enough to use it?"
"Do I have to answer that question for all the world to hear? I'm not very good at making speeches."
"At least I didn't hear a flat note."
"You just won yourself a point. The last time I couldn't hide the obvious, I wasn't much older than you are now."
"There's something else obvious that I've been looking at ever since the first time I saw you. Are you really as well hung as you look in those shorts, or is it your jock?"
"If you can make a remark like that, then I may have underestimated you. Sure you're not fourteen going on twenty-eight? The other young girls around here wouldn't even look straight at a man's crotch, much less calculate the dimensions of what they see there."
"Do you have a big one or not?"
"How much do you want to find out?"
CHAPTER TWO
They had been walking off the courts and in the direction of the bicycle racks when their conversation began to take a very interesting turn. Cal couldn't help but feel turned on by a girl of Cathy's tender years who had the guts to come right out and ask for what she wanted.
She had continued to talk about the size of his prick, and how much good a big one like Cal's could do for her inner needs. The girl made no bones about wanting to be fucked, and it was obvious right from the start that it was himself she wanted to do it to her.
He couldn't return such simple honesty with lies no matter how much he wished he could. The truth was that he really wanted to try a tumble in the sack with her. But there was also truth in his fear of the dangerous unknown, and with her this was considerable.
"What if I said I wanted to fuck you as much as you're saying that you want me to?"
"My next line would be where and when."
"Simple as all that?"
"Sure."
"No problems about your being jailbait."
"They would have to catch you to lock you up."
"No problems there either, I suppose."
"Why should there be?"
"Just the little matter of your parents."
"They don't watch every move I make, and I don't have a curfew in the summer as long as I call to say where I am and when I'll be home. Around here parents don't think it's too cool to check Up on the stories their kids tell them. We usually don't give them any reason to change that by doing anything too awful, and they leave us alone.
"Sounds like the perfect set-up."
"It is."
"They wouldn't call out the militia if you disappeared until after dark or so?"
"I'll just call and tell them I'm going for a ride in the country with a friend."
"That shouldn't be too hard for you to say. It's closer to the truth than you know."
Cal had rented a small summer cottage about five miles distance from the outskirts of the commuunity, hoping he would find some privacy for his nocturnal exercises. He did not have a phone installed for that reason, and it was far enough out for any scorned female to think twice about coming out there to see who had taken her place.
If she did decide to take a horse or bike, since the road that far out did not allow for a car, the whole town would probably know where she was going before she even got to his front gate. Because it was the only house out in that direction, and they all knew very well who was residing there.
The kids however, liked to take their bikes out there, carrying picnic baskets and stopping to look for berries and wildflowers. They wouldn't think twice about Cathy taking that road out of town, as she must have done it so often in the past. It was important only that she be seen heading out that way without a second bicycle, one with a cross bar traveling alongside of her.
"You know how to get there?"
"As well as finding the powder room."
"Then start peddling that cute little ass of yours, and I'll meet you in about an hour."
"But what will I do until you get there?"
"If you really get bored, you can go ahead and start without me. A little frigging should help your patience."
"What a nasty thing to say."
"But true, right?"
"Yeah."
"Perfectly normal. That is, as long as you don't decide to keep doing it when you have something a lot bigger to take the place of your dainty little finger."
"Not a chance."
On the way out to Cal's cottage, Cathy had promised herself that she would not touch the lower regions of her body at all, for fear that she would actually be moved to masturbation. She did not want to give in to this desire since Cal had made it known he expected her to do just that.
And she had a hunch that there was some way he would be able to tell she had fingered herself before he got there, even if she should be sitting around and reading a book by the time he arrived.
The girl held this resolution firmly in her mind all the time she was peddling out to the house, but by the time she got there, with the older man's key in her hand, the excitement was really getting to her.
No sooner had she walked in and locked the door behind her, that Cathy realized this was no longer a fantasy. She was actually inside Cal's home and he was going to be arriving shortly. Off to the left of the living room she could see his bedroom through the open doorway, and the bed was in her full view.
As she stood there and stared across the unmade bed, her pussy started to itch and throb so badly that the girl had to rub it briskly or it would drive her crazy. This feverish action proved to be a mistake. Because no sooner had her hand touched her panty covered crotch than she began to moan and rub even harder.
It was all over for her now. If she didn't hurry right into the bathroom and pull her panties down so that her come would flow into the toilet bowl and not on to them, Cal wouldn't have to guess if she masturbated or not.
He would see it as soon as she started to get undressed. Cathy found the bathroom and made it to the bowl just in time to moan out her orgasm in a way that would not be detectable later on. In a way, it wasn't so bad that it happened.
At least now Cathy felt calm enough to act reasonably cool when Cal finally arrived. She wanted him to know how badly she wanted him to fuck her, but she didn't want to come off like one of those desperate old spinsters that were falling all over Cal every chance they got.
Hoping that she looked calmly arranged on the living room sofa, Cathy unlocked the door now and waited for her brand-new lover to arrive. He got there about twenty minutes after she did, choosing to take the long way around instead of hanging around the courts and running the risk that some woman might latch on to him.
Cathy's face was totally composed when she heard him running up the flagstone walk and then opening the door. No sooner did she hear those sounds that she felt her body start to shake with excited anticipation. The eager young girl clamped her feet frimly on the floor, and then gripped the arm of the sofa as tightly as she could to keep her limbs steady as possible.
Cal was ready for her. He understood the girls needs very well and was going to fulfill them in just the way she wanted. Cathy wanted to be fucked all right, and any woman with a healthy sex drive would. But there was still enough of the little girl in her to wish that she be taken almost by force if she could manage it. But certainly without her having to make any special requests.
She was panting already, and her eyes were half closed with expectation, since he knew that a girl had only one cherry to give, Cal thought it would be thoughtful on his part to make the occasion a memorable one for her.
So without giving her a chance to feel that she should be saying something Cal locked the door and then rushed across the' room to gather the girl into his arms. According to his plan, the girl was overwhelmed by the passion he was showing her, and she bent completely to his will.
And when he bent his handsome head down to kiss her hungry mouth, the girl felt it only proper that she return this with one of her own. While she was still play-acting according to the stories she had read, Cathy was able to keep some control of her emotions.
But when Cal forced her mouth open with the tip of his tongue, and the forced it between her teeth so that he could search around the roof of her mouth with it, Cathy forgot all about past fantasies, and surrendered herself totally to the reality of the present. And once she did this, the girl found that she was no longer able to hold back on her emotions.
Eagerly she sucked at the tongue digging its way down her throat. Her cunt was already sopping wet and doing a very thorough job of soaking through her panties. She had gone to all that trouble in order to keep them and now they were wet before she got them off any way.
And then she felt like she was going to faint when she felt the hard shaft of his prick, tremendously swollen and rubbing frantically across her belly. His hands were caressing the back of her body very gently, but insistently nevertheless.
Now they were traveling down the small of her back, and when both of his palms reached the smooth globes of the girl's ass, she began to tremble with feverish anticipation. She was all his, to do with as he pleased, and Cathy hoped with all her might that he pleased to fuck her in the next five seconds.
"You really want this, don't you?"
"Oh, yes."
"Not the least bit afraid?"
"Uh-uh."
"Not even a tiny bit?"
"Well, maybe just a little."
"Good. I was beginning to think you weren't human."
"You'll still do it to me?"
"My mission is to aid the suffering. And from the way you're panting, I would say you're really suffering."
"Will it hurt much in the beginning? I mean, I know everybody gets their jollies after they do it a lot. But I guess it must hurt a little when a girl first gets started."
"Only a pinch. And she should be really too hot and feeling so great she won't hardly notice a little twinge of pain."
"Pain? You said pain?"
"Just a pinch."
"I'm not sure of what my part is supposed to be. Only when I read in those books."
"Don't you bother your little head about that. It's a nice change to be with an innocent one."
"I am not innocent."
"Oh? And what would you call it?"
"Inexperienced."
"Okay, you sexy hot broad. Call it anything you like, but I'm still happy for the chance to fuck you."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Now that he had paid her all the necessary compliments and the girl had made her desires on the subject abundantly clear, Cathy was extremely anxious to be getting on with it. There was the slightest tremor of fear beginning to build in her, and the girl was afraid that if he didn't start getting his dick into her pretty soon, she might get really scared and back out of the whole thing altogether.
His prick had been growing in leaps and bounds all the time they had been locked in their passionate embrace, and Cathy was more sure than ever she had picked the perfect man for the job of taking her virginity. It had taken all of her courage, and a great deal of cunning to get this far with the handsome older man.
He would have to be the one to carry it the rest of the way. A girl could only do so much when all she had to go on was some book knowledge and a great deal if imagination.
Not able to say the actual words that would convey the urgency of the situation, the best Cathy could do was to press her cunt tightly against his muscular thighs and grind it against them as she wound her arms even more tightly around his neck. As it turned out, she couldn't have done better even if she had been able to say the words out loud.
"Let's go to bed."
"I thought you'd never say that."
The girl was shaking so much at this point that Cal had to take her firmly by the hand and lead her into the bedroom. Cathy had been thinking of almost nothing else but getting fucked for such a very long time. She was sure that as soon as his hard prick hit rock bottom in the back of her cunt, she would be instantly transformed into the very ideal of the sensuous woman.
When they reached the side of the bed, Cal lifted her off the ground, and stretched her out gently on her back. Then he got on the bed with her, and placed his own body partially over hers as he covered her pretty young face with passionate kisses, keeping his hands busy at the task of getting her out of her clothes.
He smiled to himself as he looked down at the alluring white outfit now. The first virgin of his life, and the girl had come to his bed wearing the white symbol of purity. Cal tugged the stretch top out of the waistline of her little shirt now.
Cathy felt the tremor of the tiny orgasm when only his fingertips were touching the bare flesh of her midriff now. Even though it was a small one, that orgasm caused by the touch of a man's hand was somehow far more exciting than any of the countless ones which she had given herself.
His prick had not touched her as yet, but Cathy already knew that never again in her own life would self-induced pleasure give her the kind of satisfaction that it used to. He had gotten her out of everything except her bra and panties.
And now he was making short work of these as well. As soon as her bra was unhooked, Cal couldn't hold back a small gasp as he gazed down at the young, but ever so voluptuous breasts that were now nakedly heaving before him.
He hadn't even touched them except in passing when he was working on the bra straps. And yet the nipples were already well darkened and erect, throbbing visibly as if they were begging to be touched. Cal quickly answered that call by pressing the palms of his hands against each of her breasts and pressing against the nipples until they were level with her tits.
When he took his hands away again, they sprang out at him, harder than ever and Cathy panting so hard that her breath was coming in short gasps. For a while he contented himself with rubbing his palms back and forth across them until they became so sensitive to his touch that the girl complained of discomfort.
All that while her cunt had been grinding against his belly, and the more excited she became, the harder her hips were thrusting against his. He knew that Cathy was one hot young girl, and that she must have been going out of her mind with desire for the man by this time.
Not wishing to cause her any unnecessary grief, when he really wanted to fuck her as much as she needed it, he began to tug at the elastic of her panties. An instant later she was stark naked, and all that remained was for him to get himself in the same condition before they began their lusty fucking.
Cathy gasped and came out with a low, long moan as she now saw the full rampant size of Cal's monster dick as it swung out onto the open. It was far bigger than she ever imagined a penis could be in any state, and if he could manage to get all of that hot meat into her tiny little hole, then the man was certainly some kind of miracle worker.
She spread her legs wide now, ready and willing to take him on no matter how great the initial pain. Because she understood very well that the most incredible heights of pleasure would be riding right on the heels of those few unhappy seconds.
But Cal was already seeing this girl as a very special lay, and he wanted her to remember this first one as possibly the best of her life. So he decided that he would do as little of it as possible in the conventional manner.
Cathy watched with a certain amount of confusion as the man quickly tumbled the both of them around until he was lying on his back and the girl was lying face down on top of him. Their sex organs rubbed feverishly together as Cal tried to maneuveur the girl into position so that he would be able to push his prick up and into her.
He got her to spread her legs on either side of his sweating body and then to lift her body up high enough so that her cunt would come down on his prick. But she was much too nervous to manage this successfully, and after several frustrating attempts in which the tip of his dick got no further than the outside lips of her cunt, he gave up on the idea. It was too much to expect from such a young virgin.
"I'm sorry."
"That's okay. We can't expect miracles the first time around. Now can we? Turn with me."
"I thought this was supposed to be a lay. I feel like we're going through a gym class."
"You'd be surprised how similar they can be sometimes. Especially the first time."
"I don't want any lessons now. All I want is to be fucked, and with that big prick of yours."
"Your wish is my command."
"Then give it to me."
As she was beseeching him to get with it immediately, Cathy spread her legs very wide and arched he body' up to meet his steadily advancing one. His mouth dropped to her tasty breasts and he sucked them as his prick moved down against her widespread cunt.
But she was clenching her muscles tightly in unconscious fear, and it was not possible for Cal to merely push his dick in there and begin to fuck. Lifting her knees up and over his shoulders now, he used both hands to pry apart her pussy lips. He stuck first one finger into her tight hole and wiggled it around.
She immediately began to moan, and he could feel the muscles in there begin to loosen just a bit. Seizing his opportunity, he worked a second finger in there and found that this also fit. Now that he had some leverage, Cal worked with his two fingers to loosen her up in there, and when he finally took his hand away, the lusting man pleased to note that his fingers were quite wet from her natural lubrication.
This proof of the girl's own passion was going to make it easier on the both of them. But it disturbed him to see that her face was twisted into a grimace of impending pain now that she knew he was well prepared to get his dick in there.
"You look like you're getting ready to be ripped in half."
"Won't it feel a little like that?"
"No, you'll love it all if you just stay loose."
"I just found out how scared I am."
"This is no time. Just relax and let it happen. If you're scared you'll give yourself a reason to be."
"Now you sound like a doctor."
"I'm your lover."
"Thank you for reminding me."
"Relax, baby. Just relax and enjoy my nice hot dick. There's plenty of room in there for every bit of my loving."
"Do it to me quick, before I change my mind."
The frightened girl closed her eyes very tightly now, and held his head down to her heaving breasts as she felt his prick begin to make its entrance. In spite of her desire to have the worst of it over with, her body seemed to be pushing back down against the mattress as if she were trying to get away from the inevitable.
But there was only so far her body could go in that direction, and his prick could go so much further. Cal worked his hands under her ass and began to lift her hips up to him, making her cunt spread out even wider at the same time. Her body trembled as she felt the tip of his prick moving past her outer lips now, and the constant, but gentle pressure of it pushing against her juvenile barrier.
He was still sucking at her breasts, still grinding his hips against hers and doing wild things with his fingers up and down the crack of her ass. All these delicious sensations that he was causing her to thrill to at the same time his prick was bearing down on her cherry made her own body heat so much that she stopped pushing it away from him, and started to push up to meet it.
She enveloped his muscular body with her own soft one, and then threw her legs up and crossed them over the small of his back. Her own passionate nature was erasing the last of her fears, and she felt all the tensions melting in the heat of his ardor.
"This is it, baby."
"Go ahead, Cal. I'm ready for all of it."
And she was, only wincing slightly as he pressed down into her with all his might now. They both felt the hated barrier give way, and then he was plunging ever inward, sinking into her warm, wet depths until his balls met the edge of her ass, and his hairy belly smacked against her own smooth one. The instant of pain was over, and the girl had barely felt it for the sake of greater sensations.
In fact, she was so hot that she had her body grinding away, humping up against his immediately, and together they worked towards a very fulfilling orgasm. At first her motions were a little awkward, but she was still trying to overcome the incredibly full sensation in her cunt, and the tremendous wet heat that she felt in there. But as soon as she was reasonably adjusted, Cathy was quick to sense that Cal would want her to be moving right along with him. It was within her power to increase the pleasure that he was giving her, and her mind was already telling her how important it was for a girl to be every bit as passionate in a fuck as her man was.
This was not a difficult effect for her to achieve, as she did truly feel every vibration, every hot tingling in her body that she had hoped to. Even while she was in the midst of it, Cathy could not understand how some women could just lay there and take it like it was their solemn duty. No, there was too much enjoyment to be had when the female body worked to extract it from the male.
If sex was all as distasteful as some older women claimed it to be, then Cathy reasoned that they must have had the bad fortune to meet up with some pretty crummy lovers. Too bad she couldn't tell unhappy women like her own mother for instance, what a talented dick their town tennis pro had.
The girl was sure he could do a lot more for her mother's sick headaches and depressions than all the psychiatrists she had been going to ever since Cathy could remember. A woman had to be deaf, dumb and blind not to feel the animal savagery of a hard-fucking man going right through her body and yet not be able to respond to it.
Cathy felt like she was getting stoned on the fuck, tripping out on the natural pleasures that two bodies could give one another. And she was sure that her female movements were doing a lot for Cal. He was hardly acting like he was doing her a favor that was nothing but a lot of hard work for him. Not with those animal grunts, and the heaving groans that seemed to be pulled up all the way from his groin.
And the heat of him! His body was coated with sweat, as was hers. On top of this, she could feel his skin temperature constantly climbing as his lusts brought them up from within. And then it all began to mingle in one dizzy blur. Cathy was no longer able to tell his sensations apart from her own. All was one now, just as their bodies were.
Her brain went blank of all clinical thoughts as every organ in her body strained for the imminent release that was rapidly building inside of her. Before Cal could give her one last thrust, the girl's body began to shake uncontrollably, and she mumbled deliriously, lost in the throes of the greatest orgasm of her young life.
Cal completed his last thrust now, and his body dropped down heavily on top of hers.
Through the lovely pink haze of her own orgasm, Cathy could still feel his body clenching against hers, and then the tremendous shudder as he released the copious fluid of his orgasm.
She held him tightly as her body was pumped full of his come, and still refused to release him from her grasp even when she felt that his body was calming down. His prick was still hard within her, but this too was beginning to calm.
"Damn it all!"
"What's wrong?"
"Why does it have to get soft?"
"You can't expect it to stay hard forever. How would I be able to keep it in my pants? Besides, imagine what would happen to the poor thing if I walked into a wall."
"Guess I never thought about that. It would be a problem navigating corners and things like that."
"That's right. A hard-on can be a real problem when it doesn't have a hole to poke into."
"Does it take very long before it gets hard again."
"That depends on you."
"In that case, I would like it to get hard immediately."
"Horny little kid, aren't you."
"How can you call me a kid after everything that just happened. From now on I'm going to call myself a woman."
"In many ways you are. But to me, you'll always be a kid, and I mean that in the most affectionate sense."
"Is it hard yet?"
"No. But it will be soon. You can play with it to help things along, but it still takes a few minutes for a guy to recharge his batteries. We can't push nature too much."
"How about this much?"
Cathy had worked her dainty little hand down between both their bodies which were lying alongside one another. She rubbed her palm across the tip of his dick, and then ran her fingers playfully along the shaft of it until she reached his balls. This was where she decided to carefully close her hand. The girl was exploring his balls with her palm and her fingertips, discovering the twin nuts that lay within the hairy sacs. Cathy jiggled them together in her closed palm, and felt his flesh tingling against her hand. Now she knew just how she could help nature along.
Cal rolled over on his back and surrendered his sex organs to her playfulness. And the girl was delighted with her new toy. Her one hand still playing with his balls, she started to massage his prick with the other.
"Turn on the light, please."
"You going somewhere?"
"Oh no! I want to see this thing growing. I can feel it happening already apd I'd love to watch."
"Sure if it will make you happy."
"It certainly would."
"See what I mean about you still being a little girl in a lot of ways? You're playing with this thing like it was a toy. But I guarantee it is not approved for children by Good Housekeeping."
"I'll bet it isn't. That's what makes it so extra special. Now I've got myself a toy that every other kid on the block won't have too. They won't, will they?"
"You shouldn't ask questions like that Cathy. Because a gentleman would never answer them."
"Why not?"
"Because only two people who have committed themselves to one another have the right to ask that."
"What does a girl have to do to get herself committed?"
"Find a boy her own age and fall in love.
This isn't it, Cathy. Get that clear in your head right now."
"I wasn't expecting a man like you to fall in love with me. But I was sort of hoping for one of the juicy affairs."
"Not even that."
"You mean this is all?"
"No. We have a little time before they start wondering what really happened to you."
"Oh, so I get the honor of having your prick one more time. And then you throw me out with the garbage."
"You're sounding like a little kid now."
"Would an older woman sound any better when she just heard that a guy doesn't want to fuck her any more?"
"Cathy, when you first made advances to me, you made it sound like this was a terrific game to you."
"It was."
"Then it has to still be. At least as far as I'm concerned. Tonight and maybe some other time. But no guarantee, or we can forget it all right now."
"Okay. But you can't blame a girl for being a little emotional on her first time around."
"Not at all. But you should go back to having fun with it, enjoying sex, until you're old enough to love."
"I don't want to love!"
"Wasn't that what you meant?"
"Nope. I just wanted to find out if you'd be around for some more fucking when I wanted it."
"Listen here, young lady. If I had to be around every time you were in the mood you'd have to keep me locked up in your closet."
"That's what I was thinking of."
"Well, stop thinking."
"Okay, because I'd rather start fucking now. I must not have bothered you to much with all that talk about keeping you to myself. Look how hard you are!"
"You still like this toy?"
"I think it's the greatest!"
"Then let's play."
CHAPTER THREE
Actually, Cathy was not thinking seriously about a relationship with Cal at all. She had used the opportunity to see how far she could take him on the strength of their physical relationship alone. It was a point that she wanted to make clear in her mind for future reference.
Sex was still a game to her, a very exciting game in which she was determined to always come out the winner. In order to do that, she knew that she would have to arm herself with a good supply of facts about the workings of men's emotions. Her best dream was to have a whole string of gorgeous men when she was older.
A male harem, and why the hell not? If it was good enough for sharp men to have a flock of women kissing their toes, then why shouldn't it be good enough for a certain sharp young lady? Most men were a lot weaker than Cal was, and she had been seeing how they could be maneuvered through guilt and lust as well.
Husbands and fathers would consent to expensive purchases, and all sorts of other female indulgences if they had any guess at all that there might be a fuck in it for them. And she knew for a fact that a couple of wives around town had some special presents stashed away in their closets from men who could not have them on a more permanent basis.
Now here was a game she could play that had all sorts of fringe benits There would be the emotional ones in having men, all kinds of men crawling around for the chance to do any little thing that she threw their way. She wouldn't be surprised if she could train a couple of guys who felt like they loved her to be her own special pets, and take care of all her physical needs whenever she snapped her fingers.
This now was the best way she had ever come across for satisfying her tremendous need for adoration and favors. And to know that she could kick them in the ass when she was tired of them, make the strongest guy in the world turn to jelly for a romp in bed with her was one hell of a turn-on. Even though Cal had set her straight immediately on the fact that he was one man who could not easily be manipulated, Cathy still felt that there were men in Cedar Grove who would be a lot easier to handle.
They had time for three good fucks before Cal started getting nervous about the lateness of the hour. He had kissed her goodbye and repeated what he had said earlier about there still being a possibility for more fucks in the future. But before he allowed her to get on her bicycle and begin pedaling for home, he had warned her in no uncertain terms that she was not to tell a soul about what happened between them out at his cottage. It wasn't necessary.
No sooner had she turned her back on him that Cathy's mind was already working on how she would snare the next guy and what she was going to do with him. She couldn't remain angry with Cal when he had been so instrumental in turning her on to a whole new bag of tricks.
Cathy intended to keep her promise about telling no one the name of her first lover, but she didn't see anything wrong with telling her girlfriends that there had indeed been someone and her clever idea about the new game they could all be playing. And she was going to tell them, but not immediately. Not before she tried a little more of it herself.
All the way home the eager young girl searched her memory for some other guys who might be likely to accept the advances of a fourteen year old. But none in Cedar Grove came to her. It was just as well. If she was going to spend a great deal of time with her new game, then it might be best if she chose a more anonymous location.
It was also a good idea because she might be able to make herself up to look a little older and thus improve on the prick market tremendously. Cathy was sure that if the men did not think she was so much underage, a good many of them would be receptive to her sexy charms.
"We were beginning to get a little worried."
"Why?"
"It's way past dinner time."
"So? There isn't an inch of Cedar Grove that I don't know by heart. I could hardly get lost."
"That's true. And it is a lovely summer evening. I guess you were just daydreaming out there."
"Yeah."
"Dear, would you be able to get along with out us for the weekend. We were thinking of taking a short trip."
"I'm not a baby. Of course I can take care of myself for a couple of days. I could ask a couple of the girls to stay over if that would be all right with you."
"Of course it would."
Cathy considered it a stroke of luck that her parents would be leaving on the following evening. Now she would be able to fool around at her mother's dressing table with her cosmetics, and rummage around in her dresser drawers as well for an outfit that would look particularly mature and seductive on her.
The bus that would take her to the next small town stopped just a few blocks from her home, and so Cathy was fairly sure that she would be able to time her movements well enough so that she would risk being seen out on the street in her "costume" for only a couple of minutes before the bus arrived.
She wasn't worried at all about how she was going to get home again. If the guy she decided to make it with refused to drive her back to Cedar Grove, then she could always call one of her older girlfriends and ask her to come in and pick her up.
But the girl was so sure of scoring that she didn't even bother to make prior arrangements with any of them. About two hours before she was ready to catch the bus, Cathy began preparing for the big event by soaking in a scented tub and then putting her hair up in what she hoped was a very mature style. Since her mother was so much smaller in the chest area than she was, Cathy was able to select a sweater that really clung to her more ample bosom. She preferred wearing one of her own skirts as the hemlines were much shorter than the ones in her mother's closet.
Calling ahead for the bus schedule so that she would be able to time her exit from Cedar Grove precisely, Cathy made a mad dash for the bus just as it was turning the corner and laughed to herself when she saw her mother's bridge partner crossing that same corner just as the bus pulled out. In the dark she would not have been able to recognize the newly matured Cathy. It was a perfect getaway.
The bus station was conveniently located in the center of town, and Cathy found that she was standing in the middle of a street that was -lined with assorted qualities of bars and restaurants. She decided to stand out there a while and see what kind of people went into each of the places. Then she should be able to decide which of them was her best bet.
Before ten minutes had gone by, Cathy noticed that a lot of men, apparently without dates seemed to congregate in the one bar. Only a very few women walked in there, and they were all dressed just as provocatively as Cathy was herself. Her only conclusion could be that the place right in front of her was a pick-up bar, and perfect for her plans.
Of the women that she had seen walk in there, Cathy already knew that she was much better pickings than anything else in that place. Judging from the poor quality of the female merchandise, Cathy was sure she would be picked up in a big hurry.
The room was fairly dark, but from what she could make out, the great majority of people standing around the bar were of the male species. Two or three women, which she now could detect as hookers had chosen a location where the crowd was the densest.
A hooker was one thing that she did not want to be taken for. Cathy was still clinging to some of her romantic dreams at that time, and hoping that a very handsome older man would see her and sweep her off her feet. So she chose for herself a more quiet corner of the room, where there was a light situated almost directly over her head.
While the other women seemed to need the dimmer areas of the room in order to hide the signs of their aging, this was one time when Cathy preferred as much light as possible. She was sure that her clothes and her hair style made her look well above the legal age. But she wanted every man in the room to see that her face was more attractive than the other women, and definitely free of wrinkles.
Every move she made since she walked into the bar was working in her favor. The men could not fail to notice her since the contrast between Cathy and the other less desirable women was so glaring. She soon had a nice male crowd gathering around her, each of them offering to buy her a drink. But most of them were real creeps.
She told herself that it would be just her luck for the horniest men in the room to also be the ugliest. While she was looking over the crowd to pick out the one that was the least unattractive, Cathy noticed a handsome well-dressed man standing off by himself and nursing a martini. He was slightly graying at the temples, and she thought that she recognized him as a newscaster from one of the television stations which had their headquarters at the state capital.
But what would he be doing in her neck of the woods? Then she noticed the tired look in his eyes. Probably running away from that hectic business, and maybe a tiresome wife as well. Cathy continued to laugh at the jokes and double entendres that the men were tossing her way, but she made sure that her voice became a bit shriller so that Gregory Anderson would have to hear her.
Sure enough he turned his head to see what was the cause of all the commotion. When he spotted the girl, she saw his eyes flicker with interest but seeing how dense the crowd of men was around her, he had turned back to his drink again. Cathy suddenly knew that he was the man she wanted, and she wanted him very badly.
"Look fellas. If you don't mind."
"You have somebody?"
"Well yes I do, and I just saw him walk in. He's a professional wrestler and pretty jealous."
"We get the message."
When the men cleared away and took their attentions to the other women in the room, Cathy got off her stool and walked over to where Gregory was sitting. She had no doubt in her mind that the flicker she had seen in his eyes was more than a momentary interest. The electricity of the man had been so strong that she had felt it hit her from his corner of the room. The stool next to the one on which he was sitting happened to be unoccupied, and Cathy quickly remedied that situation.
"Would you mind if I sat here and made like I know you for a little while? Those creeps were getting to be a little too much for me.
"I'm sure they were. They were all too drunk to notice that you're just a kid. What are you doing here?"
"What if I told you that I spotted your famous profile from out in the street and I just had to come in here and meet you?"
"I would say that you were a quick study. Where did you pick up those lines? Out of Teen Confessions?'
"Maybe I did. But the meaning's still the same. I really did want to meet you."
"So now you have. Goodbye little girl."
"If you had me in your bed, you wouldn't be calling me a little girl anymore. You'd be too busy moaning."
"Don't tell me you're a hooker. Imagine that. I come all the way here to get away from women and I meet up with a teeny-hooker."
"If I was for sale, the price would be so high that you couldn't afford to pay. But it's free to the right man."
"And I'm the right man?"
"You sure are.";
"When you talk that way, especially when you're pressing those big tits into my back, it gets very hard to refuse. "Then why are you?"
"Tell you what. This isn't any place for the likes of you to be hanging out. The next guy you try to pick up might beat the shit out of you. Let's go for a ride."
"Does that ride include a side trip on your pogo stick? If the answer's yes, then let's go."
"You never give up, do you?"
"Not until I get what I want."
"Let's get out of here. A nice ride in the fresh country air might get your brain working straight again."
Everything he said to her in the bar had seemed very solicitous, and yet Cathy still felt he was sexually interested in her. She couldn't put her finger on exactly what was giving her that feeling. But it definitely was there. So she put it off to feminine instincts and let it go at that. If she found out she was right later on, then it would be another point she would be able to trust in the future.
Gregory didn't seem to have much to say once they were outside of the bar. He motioned the girl to his convertible, and then put the top down before getting in himself and driving off. And he remained silent until they reached the outskirts of town, when he headed his car out for the open road of their state's attractive countryside.
"You were right. It is nice out here."
"Soon as you've had enough of this fresh auto think about going home to mother, I'll start driving back to town. But I don't mind if you take a while. I can use the fresh air myself."
"I won't be thinking about going home until I find out if you're as gorgeous making love as you are on the TV screen. My hunch is that you're even better."
"That looks like a nice spot up ahead. Great view of the lake and the mountains beyond. And some good moonlight to look at it with. Should I pull up over there?"
"Oh, yes. It's beautiful."
Gregory pulled the car off the road, and he took the girl's hand to help her through the brush until they found a clearing just at the edge of the lake. The moonlight was making the water sparkle, and Cathy thought she saw a family of frogs sitting on a lily pad.
"Now you're the one that's quiet. What are you thinking? I hope it's nice and clean like admiring Mother Nature."
"That's pretty close. I was thinking that this is a beautiful spot for two people to make love."
"There doesn't seem to be a way to get you off that subject. I guess I won't be able to until I've given you what you want. Persistent little kid, aren't you?"
"Right now I'm going to let you call me any name in the book, just as long as you start taking your pants down."
"How much experience have you had? I'm almost afraid to hear the answer. It would ruin my faith in the morals of the younger generation. I've been hoping they would develop some that were better than their elders. Clean up the world."
"I haven't had that much if it makes you feel any better. Actually I'm researching the subject as thoroughly as I can."
"You've got quite a little mouth on you."
"I've been thinking of using it for some fancy sucking."
"That wasn't what I meant. But come to think of it, you've got a pretty good idea."
"I'll be glad to do it for you later on. But first I would have to get some inspiration."
"One case of inspiration coming up."
Now he helped the girl down to the grass, and then stretched himself out beside her. Still very much the gentleman, even though by now he was extremely horny, he enclosed the girl in a gentle embrace. If all he got out of the trip into the country was a few caresses or maybe a handjob for himself, Gregory would still not have felt that it was a waste of gasoline.
It was very refreshing for a man who had traveled the world several times over, just to have such a sweet young thing in his arms. And he did consider her to be just that no matter how hard she was trying to convince him that she was the very essence of the scarlet woman. Gregory had a sneaking suspicion that if he should take the girl up on her dare and remove his pants, she would finally show her true colors which were chicken yellow and a touch of green with envy for the older women who got to fuck whenever they wanted it.
But she wasn't being the passive little thing that he expected to be holding in his arms. No, indeed. Her kisses were far more passionate than his were. And every time there was an opening, she would put her hands between their bodies and grope for his crotch. Soon, in spite of all his best intentions to drive the girl back to town before the situation became too hot to handle, Gregory found that he was incredibly turned on by her.
No matter how much more intimate his hands became with her tender young body, the girl kept coming back for more, returning all his efforts with intimate fondling of his private parts.
"Don't you know what this is leading to?"
-"A fuck, I hope."
"You really mean it, don't you?"
"What the hell do you think I've been doing out here with you all this time, playing doctor?"
"Last chance. Say no and I'll drive you back to town this minute. But say nothing and I'll rip those panties right off you."
Gregory waited several more seconds than it could possibly have taken her to back out of the erotic bargain they were making. But all he got for his patience was two hot little hands grabbing for his balls and his prick right through his pants.
She was already fumbling with his fly in the darkness when Gregory began to rush in order to catch up with the girl. Cathy had his zipper and belt buckle open before Gregory could even manage to pull the sweater up and over the girl's head.
But as soon as he felt her little hand pulling his prick right out through his shorts, Gregory became insanely passionate for the girl. He got her bra off much faster than he had worked with the sweater, and his mouth fell instantly on the heaving pair of tits that now lay gleaming in the moonlight. He sucked at her nipples feverishly, grinding them against the edges of his teeth without caution.
It was as if Cathy was feeling no pain at all. She twisted and writhed in his passionate embrace, ruging him on to even greater heights.
As if she were giving commands, and he was following every order, Gregory reached under the tight little skirt now and groped for her panties. Quickly he pulled them down with one hand, and yanked her skirt all the way up to her waistline with the other.
He was too hot now to bother with the formality of getting her totally naked before he rammed his dick into her. When he looked down at her teenage cunt now, the sight of it was so sweetly appetizing to him, that Gregory could not keep himself from taking a few seconds out before the fucking for a little taste of the young pussy.
He knew that it was a good move as soon as his nose got down there. Gregory could not even remember how long it had been since he smelled or tasted a cunt as sweet and clean as the one that belonged to this girl. His head took a nosedive right in there, and he began to lick at it as if this were the first and last time he could enjoy such an endeavor. Cathy was getting quite a kick out of it herself.
"Mmmmnnnn, wonderful!"
"I have to fuck you now. I must!!!"
"Yes, oh yes. Do it to me right away."
The girl spread her legs, and planted her feet firmly in the grass now. Then she held her arms out to the newscaster, and he fell into them as his prick began to assault her hungry little cunt. Cathy had learned her lesson about bringing a man along too quickly through her own body movements during the last fuck that she had shared with the tennis instructor.
If she wanted this one to last a while longer, Cathy would have to slow her own motions down a bit, and hope that he would do the same. It happened just the way she wanted it to, and she was very pleased with herself later on, when the hot-blooded young girl decided she was ready to speed up the action once again.
When she did, Greg began to move faster too, and then Cathy decided not to tease herself any longer. She had learned all she could from the one fuck, and now she wanted to reward herself with a very thrilling orgasm.
He began pounding hard away at the writhing body, and Cathy sobbed as she felt her innards going into the process of setting up a tremendous charge of come and then letting it go.
"Ohhhhh!!!"
"It's about time, baby. Just let it go. I thought you were one of those freaks that couldn't get off."
"Uhhhhh."
"Now I can let myself go." Now his groans mixed with her own joyous sounds and he injected her young cunt with his vital fluids. The famous man was still shaking when Cathy began to giggle.
"What could possibly be funny at a time like this?"
"I have a souvenir of a celebrity now, and there's no way I can show it to anybody."
"Just a minute and I'll give you one that you can."
With that he bit into her neck and left a nice red mark there before he took his mouth away. Cathy kicked him in the groin and he fell over on his back. For that second she thought that he had gone crazy and was going to kill her.
But when he looked up so startled form the gound, holding his balls as if he were checking to make sure they were still hanging from his body, she realized that he was only playing with her. So she fell on him now and made the very same mark on his neck.
"Anything else you want to do as long as you're up there?"
"I want to suck your blood."
"You can't. It all went into my prick just now. You just gave me another hard-on."
"That must be some kind of world record."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"No, tell me."
"Somebody once told me that it takes a long time before a guy can get it up again. But he couldn't have been too great a stud after all. Not after what I'm seeing now."
"How can you see it when you're practically sitting on it? One inch back and you can ride me.
"Goodie, goodie. Cathy wants to take a ride on the nice big horsie. May I please?"
And they were off. It was a very wild ride that Cathy took. Wild enough for her to scream out every time her cunt came crashing down on the upright shaft of hard meat.
But with herself on top, the thrills were much too great to have control over. She finally gave up and let the waves of her self-induced passion sweep over her body now as she rode his prick right into a crashing orgasm for the both of them.
"How did I do?"
Give me your report card. I'll fill it in and send it home to your parents. It is getting around that time."
"I don't have to go home."
"Okay, then. You stay out here by the lake and wait for someone to come along and rape you."
"Sounds like fun."
"How about murder? Or being mauled by a wild bear? Does it all still sound like fun?"
"Guess it is time to get going at that."
"Where do I take you?"
"Cedar Grove."
"I'm not even surprised. You'd never get away with this kind of masquerade in your home town."
"If I show you where I live, will you come there and see me sometime? Or are you letting me off near my corner?"
"Not even close to it. You'll have to walk a couple of blocks. My face is too well-known."
"I won't be looking at your face the next time I sit down to watch the news. Do they give full length shots?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Cathy was a very happy young lady as she danced up the stairs to her room. There really wasn't any need for her to experiment further. She was a huge success. Not too many grown women would have been able to grab the interests of such an illustrious man. And she had done so much more than that. She had turned him on right out of his head, and he had fucked her over and over.
It really was fun to go out on her own and pick up men like that. But when it was over, the glory of it all was her secret alone. One way she could make that kick last so much longer was to live it all over again by recounting her horny tales to the girls.
Their admiration, and yes, their envy in some instances could be one hell of an ego trip for her. So incredibly excited over her recent experiment was she that Cathy couldn't fall asleep. She would have loved to call all her girlfirends at that very minute and gather them together in the living room so she could tell them all about it. But their parents wouldn't much appreciate the phone calls in the middle of the night.
Much to her dislike, the great news would have to hold until morning. But morning did seem so very long away, and Cathy spent the remainder of darkness tossing and turning in her lonely bed. Nothing seemed right anymore. The restlessness that should have been eased by the night's fucking had only gotten worse.
It was as if she had somehow released Pandora's box, the part of her that once having tasted the joys of sex could not rest unless she was in the midst of it. This was supposed to be a game, she kept reminding herself. But a game wasn't much fun when you couldn't rest unless you were playing it. Cathy knew she would have to do something to put the fun back into it, or it was going to get the best of her, and maybe drive her crazy.
After an early breakfast, Cathy turned on the TV and counted the hours until it seemed reasonable for some of the families to be receiving a phone call from her. She didn't need to explain very much to the girls before they came over. The tense excitement in her voice was communicated very clearly to them and they all promised to come rushing over just as soon as they could get out of their respective houses.
"You must have found the greatest game of all time."
"Yeah ... The way you sounded on the phone, somebody would think you were in the middle of getting laid."
"Not the middle. I was just between rounds."
"What?"
"You're kidding us."
"Nope."
"Are you saying that you had a guy here?"
"Not here. I picked him up someplace else and he took me for a ride in the country. We fucked under the stars."
"Who is he?"
"A kid from Cedar Grove?"
"One of the older boys?"
"You're all wrong. He is somebody that you know, but not from town. And that's all you're getting out of me."
"Then why'd you get us all here?"
"To start a little game."
"Just us girls?"
"No. Not a game really. More like a secret club. Only not like any other we ever knew, and yes, just us girls. Of course, we branch out when it's time to play the game."
"I don't think I ever heard anything more confusing."
"I'm saying that we could form a sex club. Sex for kicks. Maybe even for money so we can buy the suff we need for some really great kicks. What do you all say?"
"I say you're crazy."
"Not me. I think it's terrific. Life has been really boring around here. I like it."
"I don't want to be a party pooper. But I'm only thirteen. If Marcia wasn't my sister, I wouldn't even be here."
"If you want out, then you have to leave right now before you hear our plans. You couldn't be trusted."
"She has to stay if I do. Don't worry. I'll watch her. Once she gets into as much trouble as the rest of us, she'll be too scared to snitch to the folks about us."
"Okay, so we're all in this together. How many of us are still virgins? The truth!"
"Looks like sweet little Patty is the only one. But my guess is that none of us, including myself really has too much experience. We could use some more before we go after the rich dudes."
""Yeah."
"You're right."
"I only had one."
"That what do you say we each pick a sharp older boy and see if we can get a little party worked out. Only it has to be tonight, while I still have the house empty."
"Do we tell them it's a sex party?"
"Why not?"
"In that case, I know just the guys we can ask."
"Remember, no silly little boy types. They all have to be at least five or more years older than us, and if they have reputations already for being great studs, those are the ones I want you to go out and grab. Does everybody have a target?"
"Yeah."
"Uh-huh."
"Okay, girls. Get moving. And if you don't already own some sexy underwear, don't come back to the house tonight unless you've bought some. We want to come off like hot women, not sweet little girls in white cotton and training bras."
The girls eagerly set out to their tasks, all of them including Patty with a male in mind who was sure to know at least a couple of others who would be interested in a sex party. Cathy lacked the experience to know precisely what she was going to do, but it was something of a publicity stunt that she was planning on carrying off that very evening.
Once the guys had enjoyed their fill of all the wild sex that everybody could dream up, they were sure to spread the news around in all the right circles about the unique new club that the girls had developed.
There wasn't much risk involved because Cathy had taken the precaution of getting them-all a little insurance. Every guy at the party, and all those they would deal with in the future would be older than any of them, and above the legal limit so they would be taken as responsible for anything that they did with the girls.
After seeing to it that there were fresh sheets on all the beds, and a good supply of pillows and cushions in every other room of the house, Cathy called her favorite tennis pro and informed him of the night's activities. Since everyone attending would be in equal danger of scandal, Cal decided to accept the girl's invitation.
Excitement among the girls had been building to a fever pitch all day, and by the time they started arriving either with the boys or alone, all of them were in a suitably horny mood. Cathy was very pleased with the assortment of male pulchritude that the girls had arranged for.
Among them were several that she had thought of trying out for some time. But none of them had been willing to have anything to do with her when she was still considered to be a young virgin. Now, as president of the wildest club to ever hit Cedar Grove, Cathy quickly became the most popular girl in town.
Most of the guys invited had brought along something or other by way of refreshment. There was a little of everything for those who wished to indulge, including marijuana, beer and an assortment of wines. The stuff was broken out as soon as all the doors were locked, and spirits began to quickly soar.
Since there were no strangers at the party, everyone began to move around, with a lot of pinching and grabbing freely given, and just as freely accepted. It was inevitable that before long all the tork would turn of the subject of sex.
"Is everybody having a good time?"
"Not bad, Cathy."
"But it could be better."
"In that case, it's time that we got on with the entertainment for the evening."
"Which is?"
"A group fuck."
"Now that's what I call entertianment."
"Let's get started. Everybody strip."
Only the youngest girl in the group was the slightest bit shy about taking her clothes off in front of the entire assemblage. But as the others rapidly became naked, and she discovered that she was the only one in the room still dressed, Patty quickly became in the same condition as the others.
They all stood around for a short while staring at one another, and very much liking what they saw. It was easy to tell how the men were feeling because every prick in the room was ragingly stiff. All were in agreement that it was time to start fucking, but it looked like none of them wanted to be the first one to make a move in that direction. Once again, it was up to Cathy to lead the way.
She looked around the room and quickly picked out the guy who had the biggest prick. His name was Jeremy and he was the high school football coach. Every eye in the room was on her now, with the girls especially watching to see how Cathy would go about asking for the first "dance" of the evening. And she loved being in the limelight.
"That's one terrific prick."
"So they tell me."
"Would you mind if I added my name to your long list of admirers? How do I get into your fan club?"
"You have to try out for it."
"Okay then."
Cathy took a firm grasp on the boy's prick and led him into the center of the room, where the gang cleared a space for them. Without the slightest bit of shyness or hesitation, she began to massage his prick with one hand and rub briskly across both of his balls with the other.
His prick had been good and hard before the girl even touched him, but now she massaged even more life into it, and they all watched as the flowing blood made it deepen in color. All the time she was working on him in this manner, Cathy watched his face to see at what point Jeremy finally lost his cool and gave in to the passions that his prick was already showing.
Jeremy was able to hang onto his cool for rather a long time, as the audience made him try all the harder to appear as if the young girl couldn't shake him. But Cathy understood very well what he was trying to do, and she worked on him with special vigor for this reason.
She began to actually masturbate his dick, and used her fingernails to tickle deliciously at the hairy sacs. These movements were the breaking point for the football coach. In spite of the fact that many of his own men were watching to see how long he could hold out, Jeremy grabbed the girl tightly in his arms, and began to soulkiss her open, waiting mouth.
The girl pushed her own tongue between his lips and began to tease him with this now. Standing on tiptoe to be sure that her body reached all the sensitive spots on his, Cathy rubbed herself deliciously against him. He began to quiver has her stiffened nipples grazed against his chest, and her dainty pussy took up the massaging of his prick where her hands had left off.
"It won't get any harder."
"I'm not so sure."
"It's ready for fucking right now."
"Maybe I better get down there and check it out first. I want to make sure it's really up to fighting strength."
"Go ahead. And while you're down there some nice little kisses would really help."
Cathy began going down on her knees, leaving a trail of wet kissing down the front of his body. When she was eye level with his prick, the girl began to rub her face back and forth across it, parting her lips and enjoying the feel of the hot shaft against them.
Now her tongue came out, and she licked slowly and sensuously everywhere in his groin and pubic area before actually licking at the prick itself. His legs were already trembling and his hands reaching out for her head when she moved her tongue to washing his balls and then licking up his shaft until she reached the raging tip of his huge rammer.
The room was silent as they listened to Jeremy moan. Every one of them was staring down at the meeting of his crotch and the girl's face. She looked up into his face and flashed him her most disarming smile before licking her lips completely around.
Then she formed her mouth into a perfect circle and began to move her mouth down along his prick, swallowing it up daintily as she went along. The motion of the wet little mouth along his prick as the girl began to suck on him, had Jeremy so hot that he had to look at the fish tank all the way across the room in order to keep himself from going off the deep end. a good show in front of the crowd. And Jeremy would have loved to have her do it at any other time but the beginning of the party. As the male lead, he felt he had something of a duty to show the girls that the male partner was supposed to be in the driver's seat.
"Bring that coffee table over here. It will make a good stage. Cathy wants to put on a show with me."
The men got busy rearranging all the furniture so that the "stage" was in the center of the room, and there was ample space on all four sides for everyone to stand close and watch. Cathy quickly lay down on the table and spread her legs wide enough for everyone standing at that end to look right into her wet interior.
Jeremy got the best view of all. He had finished off several beers before she picked him out, and since he mouth was watering at the sight of the cute little cunt, he was now drunk enough to go on a little muffdiving expedition without being shy in front of the crowd.
Every guy in the place had eaten cunt at one time or another, but when the talk got to sex around the locker room, they all denied it. So there were all relieved to see their coach going down there and eating the girl out like he was relishing his last meal.
At first Cathy was content to remain with her legs spread wide and Jeremy's face buried between them. She wanted the girls to see how he adored her cunt, before she gave him anything in return. But she knew that he would have to have suitable encouragement in some other form, or he might decide to give it up in favor of fucking.
"Fantastic tongue. OOOHhhhhh. Eat me, eat me. You're driving me crazy! So crazy that I want to blow you."
Cathy kept up this passionate banter while Jeremy worked feverishly inside the moist lips of her cunt. He licked up and down, stopping only to stab his tongue into her wet hole, and then he went back to licking once again.
She was wriggling her hips wildly against his face and moving her body around until his tongue rubbed across her clit. The girl screeched with such delight that Jeremy made this super sensitive spot in her anatomy his major target. She went immediatly out of her head, and Jeremy was forced to hold her down with his arms while his tongue whipped her cunt to a raging froth.
Seconds later she wet his face down with her heavy come, and he was momentarily depressed, thinking that the game would now be ended. But to Cathy, the cuntlapping was just the beginning.
"Your turn now."
"Don't do quite as good a job as I did. I want to get this prick into your hole and fuck it to hell."
Nodding her head in agreement, Cathy quickly squirmed herself around until her head was between Jeremy's legs and her cunt squashing down against his face. Just because guys didn't have the ability to enjoy a long string of comes without recess the way girls could was no reason why she shouldn't get herself off one more time from his tongue before they got down to the fucking.
Jeremy didn't mind. The girl was sucking so deliciously on his prick that his mouth became hungry for cunt all over again. He was ready to fuck her any second she decided to take her mouth off him, but pretty soon he noticed she couldn't tell how close to orgasm he was.
He had to yank at her long hair to pull her mouth off him. She sat up and looked at him in surprise. Jeremy's face was grim. He never needed a fuck as badly as he needed it right then.
Jeremy bruised Cathy's shoulders and he picked her up and threw her down now on her back. In an instant he was on top of her, prick in hand, and running the tip of it along her slit until it found its way inside.
"Are we still playing?"
"No. This is for real."
"Beg for it."
"I will not."
"Okay, I'll give it to somebody else."
The hot nutted man had no more intention of getting off the coffee table than to fly to the moon, but he couldn't stand the superior sneer he had seen on Cathy's face. She needed to be taken down a peg or two before he consented to fuck her. "Please don't get up."
"Then say it. And make sure it's loud enough for everyone in the room to hear."
"Will you please fuck me?!!!"
"Might as well."
He laughed, but it was a very short one. Because he became deadly serious now as his prick touched down "at her slit again and pushed it way inside. Cathy was good and hot, her cuntlips so swollen that they actually parted, enabling Jeremy to ram it all the way in to the hilt in one swift thrust.
He began to fuck her fast, not caring what kind of an impression he made on the crowd. They could all burn in hell for all her cared, including himself. Just fucking that hot, wet cunt until he creamed mattered.
It was going to please him tremendously if he knocked Cathy off her pedestal while he was at it. As it turned out, no special skill was required. His natural furnishings, especially when helped by a great deal of passion, quickly accomplished that for him.
The big dick, being pushed to the limit by Jeremy's muscular body threw Cathy into such a state of erotic frenzy that her legs flew up in the air and she locked them over the back of his neck. They both screeched with the increased pleasure as his prick was sucked even deeper into her boiling hole. All around them spectators were becoming infected by the fucking fever, with some of the men being unaware that they had begun to pull on their pricks. Every girl was good and wet.
"You know what's happening?"
"Let it go. Let it go, baby!!!"
"Uhhhhnnnmmmm!"
She was coming again, and this time Jeremy was right there with her. Their bodies rocked wildly, out of all control and they shuddered to the completion of their orgasms.
The room was still strangly quiet. But since their eyes had been closed during the moment of their greatest passion, Cathy thought that the crowd was still standing around her. Jeremy got out of the saddle, and when the girl looked around, she saw that the crowd had found better things to do than merely watch.
There were naked bodies scattered everywhere. Those who had not found adequate fucking space in the living room removed themselves to whatever was available, like the kitchen table and the bathroom sink.
Many had gone upstairs to use the more conventional beds. She really was proud of her girls as she walked around the house now. They were proving themselves to be real professionals when it came to style and agility. Some of the fucking scenes were so wild that Cathy had to stand there for a few minutes and just admire the beauty of it all.
But the greatest sex scene in the house, and the most hilarious one as far as she was concerned, was sweet little Patty, not even five feet tall. Of all the men at the party, she had gotten herself paired off with a man who was six feet four.
No matter how many different positions they had tried, the stud had a great deal of difficulty keeping his prick level with her cunt. And, as if matters weren't difficult enough, she informed him that he was her first lay. Furious, he had looked around the room in search of a new target. Finding that they were all occupied, he became desperate for relief of his hard-on. As a last resort, he sat down in an armchair and picked the girl up, bringing her cunt crashing right down on the tip of his prick. After the initial pain was over, Patty allowed herself to be used like a human paddle ball, and herself the paddle.
The man was fucking himself with the girl's body, bringing her up and down on his prick violently while she shrieked with wild pleasure. Tiny as she was, it was easy for him to go on like that until he came.
Another one of the girls was lying on her back, with her legs thrown over the arms of a chair, while the man was fucking her face down. He looked as if he were taking a belly flop on a playground slide.
Two couples were standing side by side with their partners on their knees, but only in reverse order. One of the girls was down on the floor sucking her partner's prick for all she was worth. Right next to her was a hairy ape of a man. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, and the girl above him squatted her open cunt right over his face. Cathy could hear the slurping sounds even from where she was standing.
"Looks like you and I are the only ones who aren't busy. You want to team up?"
"Hi, Cal. I had to really talk myself a blue streak to get you here. Sorry you came?"
"Are you kidding? I was just walking around after my third round. My legs were starting to cramp."
"We made a pretty good team once upon a time."
"No reason why we still can't."
"But first you need a rest."
"Just a little breather. Isn't there any kick, for you in seeing the orgy you created?"
"Is that what you call it?"
"The books do. Scenes like this were described in books since men could write."
"Then we're making some new history."
"Certainly for this town."
"Maybe for all the ones around here. The whole state for that matter. Because every girl here is under sixteen."
"What happened to rag dolls and tea parties?"
"They were boring."
"Nobody could call this new game of yours boring. Will you look at all that action. A lot of the stuff being done in this room could never be managed by adults."
Cal was referring to some of the positions that the girls had gotten themselves into along with their studs of the moment. They even spotted a girl with her back against the wall as a brace, and the rest of her body completely wrapped around her man as he fucked the hell out of her.
Some of them were down on all fours, and others fucking the man with him on his back. So far they were still working only in teams of two, but as Cathy surveyed the bulk of the action, she felt that the group suggestion could be made when everybody came down for a while and got their second wind.
But the idea continued to nag at her while they checked on the progress upstairs and then came down again.
"How about a group?"
"You couldn't get much of one together right now. They're all too busy to stop and take on a few more bodies.
"What about us? Marcia looks like she's just about finishing that blow-job off. She should be free in a couple of seconds."
"I wouldn't mind taking the two of you on.
No sooner had Marcia sucked the last drop of come from the prick in her mouth that Cathy grabbed her by the arm, and the three of them made for the sofa which had been cleared just in time. The two girls immediately began to squabble over which one of them was going to ride Cal's prick, but he settled the matter for them, becoming annoyed with the teenage quarrel. Cal grabbed the girl nearest to him, and brought her up over his face. She stopped yelling as soon as she felt his wet tongue start stabbing into her little cunt.
Cathy clambered right up over his body and settled herself down over his big pogo stick. As Cal had worked it out, the two girls happened to be facing each other. They giggled in the beginning, held hands and squealed in the middle, and just when the three of them were drawing close to their triple orgasm, the girls latched onto one another's breasts and began sucking feverishly.
None of the girls had ever fooled around in the lesbian manner. But some of it seemed to develop as a natural course of the evening.
Cathy and Marcia were right in the midst of it without even realizing what they were doing. By the time they did, their orgasms had been completed, and they were too happy with the group experience to be even slightly upset by the new innovation in their sex lives.
They weren't really aware that they had done something which might be considered a deviation among the clinical set. But Cal had taken careful note of this unconscious phenomenon. He was sure that grown women would not have taken to it so easily, or be as unaffected by the novelty of it.
"Maybe you should try some sixty-nine now."
"But that's only two. Which one of us were you planning to have sit it out?"
"Me."
"What are you talking about? Cathy and I aren't lesbians. That stuff is for dykes."
"What would you call what you were just doing to each other? Knitting, I suppose."
"It just happened."
"That's how most great moments in history begin. They just happen. Nobody plans them."
"You know, you might really have something there. I'm always game for new kicks."
"What Cathy's saying about herself is no big secret. I've always been the quiet one. Maybe there's something in the air tonight, but I think I wouldn't mind giving it a try."
"Hey, everybody! If you can all pull yourselves out of whatever you happen to be doing at the moment, there's some activity about to start in the center ring. This is one main attraction that none of you should miss. A teenage first in Cedar Grove."
While Cal did make the upcoming show sound extremely exciting, most of the members preferred to finish whatever form of fucking they happened to be in the midst of. So it was still a few minutes before the girls had their undivided attention.
As usual, Cathy wanted to be the one that was catered to, but Marcia was building new inner strength along with her recently born sexual courage. She wanted to be the one on the receiving end. They began arguing again, but Cal stepped in once more and stopped the arguing by promising that as soon as Cathy got the hang of eating Marcia's cunt under his instructions, he would go around to the other end and see that Cathy's cunt was attended to in the same manner.
With the two girls on either side of him, he arranged both of them on their sides on top of the coffee table, each with their head to the other girl's feet.
"Remember, I'm not allowing Marcia to dive between your thighs until you prove to all of us that you're a real sport. You can't always be the queen of the hive."
"I'm game."
"You better be more than that. Because I'm standing right in the middle keeping score. If you don't lick that girl's cunt like it was the best meal you ever tasted, she doesn't get to taste yours."
"Just let me at it."
CHAPTER FIVE
Cal wasn't really expecting Cathy to carry it off without a squawk, but he was sure that the all-girl sixty-nine would prove to be an interesting experiment nevertheless. But even now, with her nose pressed right up against her girl friend's crotch, Cathy was still not showing any signs of reluctance to go through with her promise.
"You have to go through with it now. There are too many people watching to see if you chicken out."
"I don't see why I should, even if they weren't watching. I can always climb off this table if I don't like the way she tastes. That's fair, isn't it, Marcia?"
"As long as I have the same privileges."
"Of course. We're supposed to be sharing equally in this thing. We either eat together or we don't eat at all."
"Either of you need a bib?"
"Will you shut up?"
Cal went around to Cathy's side of the able and whispered some instructions in her ear.
"You don't have to tell me how, teacher. I don't think anybody stood by your side and gave instructions the first time."
"Hey, it smells really neat down here."
"Cathy first."
Sensing that her friend dug the idea of eating Cathy's cunt, and wanting to feel if there was any difference between a man's tongue and a woman's, the hungry girl dove right down between her friends thighs. She had already been lying there with her nose pressed into it for a couple of minutes, and decided that it didn't smell half bad at all.
In fact, she kind of dug the funky smell, and the first lick into Marcia's wet slit told her that the funky taste was even better. Cal, standing close enough to see the way Cathy was relishing the taste of pussy, and how passionate she became at even this unusual form of sexual delight, felt himself growing another hard-on.
One of the girls, anxious to get a better view of what her two friends were doing, had inched up little by little until she was standing almost in front of Cal himself. He felt her cute little ass brushing against his belly, and his prick grew another couple of inches.
When Marcia decided that Cathy had proven herself to be a reliable cuntlapper, she pushed her head in between Cathy's thighs and kept going until she was actually rubbing her face in the girl's slit. Moments later, both of them went on a wild eating spree.
Cathy continued to flick her tongue madly in and out of her friend's slit and pressed her thighs tightly around Marcia's head as she felt her swollen love button being massaged by the tip of her tongue. They were rapidly eating each other into a state of total insanity.
Cathy was no longer trying to prove anything. She discovered a new taste sensation, and now she intended to eat until she had her fill. They were beating and clawing at each other like a pair of crazed jungle cats, and some of the girls watching began to feel nervous at such a brazen display of unbridled passion.
Even the ones who swore that they could never do such a thing, felt deep within their souls that they would probably react the very same way if it was their cunt and their mouth lying on that table. It was disturbing even to Cal that the girls were enjoying it all that much.
As if to prove that there were still heterosexual girls around, he rubbed his prick frantically back and forth across the ass of the girl in front of him, and was delighted to find that she liked it enough to rub back at him.
The sounds of the two girls on the table finally drove him so insane that he bent this girl over, and began to shove his prick right into her asshole without even bothering to get her permission. She groaned, and then screamed with pain as he got his tip wedged into the circle and then pushed his prick all the way home.
But it was too late for her to do anything about resisting now. Cal was already fucking hard at her asshole, and the best she could do for herself was to relax and enjoy it as much as she could. It got a lot easier to do just that as the moments wore on because the pain receded, and she began to feel a very intense, perverted form of pleasure.
The crowd began to break up now, picking new assortments of partners, some of them being exclusively female. Cathy and Marcia had broken the ice barrier between conventional sex and the more bizarre forms. From that point on during the party everyone in the house adopted a no holds barred attitude.
by the early hours of the morning, all the girls had gone home, as had most of the men. Only Cal remained, and Jeremy the football coach. Both intelligent men, and more enterprising than most, they were able to think ahead to a very exciting future even while their pricks were still aching from the party.
"You know, we could really have ourselves a gold mine here. These girls are dynamite."
"I was thinking just that myself all night. Too bad we don't live in Paris or New York. You and I could form ourselves a teenie bopper call girl ring and clean up on the cash."
"As a doctor, I really don't have the conscience to exactly pimp them off like that. But I do think we could make some very interesting arrangements with certain influential men in this state."
"Which could mean a great practice for you, and a chance at the university team for me."
"There's a certain state senator I know of who is reported to be a swinger. They say his wife is that way, too. He's supposed to have some shady connections as well."
"All of which makes him a choice target for us. What do you say? Are we partners?"
"Doc, you have come up with one of the best ideas of the season. There's no end to where we could go with this."
"Just one thing. Frank Johnson and his wife are both black and working on middle age."
"These girls have been making a lot of claims all night about being uninhibited. I'd say all we have to do is dare them and we've got it made from then on."
"Cathy still awake?"
"I don't think so."
"Well, let's wake her up and start talking about it right now. If she goes along with the plan, the rest of them will follow right after her like little lambs."
"She looks dead to the world."
"Don't worry about that. I know just the thing to wake her up and put her right in the mood for our little talk.
The two men then went to where Cathy was stretched out and looking for all the world like a corpse. They gently turned her on her side, with one man behind and one in front.
No sooner did she feel the pair of hard pricks start rubbing against both sides of her body, that she opened her eyes and started to moan. Her body became instantly heated, and she humped back and forth against them, already blind with her passions and not much caring what they did to her with their pricks.
Cal had taken up the rear position this time around. The ass fucking that he had tried earlier in the evening gave him an appetite for trying some more of it. This time there would be the added thrill of feeling and seeing another man fucking the same girl, and at the same time.
Courteously, he waited for Jeremy to get himself into position and then to start fucking her before he waited for a back stroke and quickly rammed his dick right up her ass before it moved away from him.
"Oh, wow! Is this any way to wake up sleeping beauty?"
"Shut up and take it like a lady, because we are about to launch you on a new career."
"Let's launch now. We can career later. If the kicks are going to be anything like this, you can turn me on to a life of crime for all I care. The straight and narrow can't feel as wild as this can. Ooohhh, two together. Hump me to the moon!"
The two men shook hands over Cathy's shoulders, and then they began to work in unison, getting the girl out of her head with pleasure and themselves as well. Each of the men could feel the prick of the other rubbing against his as he worked in and out of her body.
It was like getting their pricks masturbated while they were fucking. And the wild tossing of the girl's body soon sent them all rocketing on that trip to the moon that Cathy had been begging for.
Together they sent the girl into four spasms of orgasm before their spent pricks finally shot the last loads their balls could possibly build and they fell exhausted against one another. Now it was the men who were all for sleeping it off, but Cathy was wide awake with her double injection of protein.
"Now what's this about a career?"
"How would you like to make it with a state senator?"
"Is he any good?"
"That's a good answer for starters. Would you be willing to make it with his wife as well."
"Is she any good?"
"I assume that means she's willing to go along with our plan, Jeremy. We can start working out the details in the morning."
"How do you guys know that I'll qualify for the job?"
"Any girl that can take getting shot with both barrels and still hold an intelligent conversation after an all night orgy has to be the best qualified cunt in the world."
CHAPTER SIX
"When do we tell her they're black?"
"You just told me. So what? Do pricks in different colors come in different flavors?"
"A very wholesome attitude, my dear. If everyone thought that way, there wouldn't be any prejudice in this world."
"You guys aren't planning on sending me off alone with the two of them? I don't think I'm ready to fly solo."
"I don't either, Cal. This thing is too big for her to go it all the way alone."
"You're right. One of us should go with her to handle the negotiations and see how she does."
"I don't need either one of you for coaches, coach. I just need someone to cover for me for the night, and to see I don't get murdered in my sleep by a black gang in some dingy hotel room."
"I'll go with her, Cal. I make the arrangements like she and I are a couple, and take it from there."
"Bot bad. Since the senator will already have you both down as swingers, he shouldn't think anything of you passing her around to his friends. All for certain favors in exchange, of course."
"Of course."
"Hey, wait a second. That's my body you two are passing all over the state. What are these favors you're talking about? What's in it for me?"
"You mean you don't know?"
"Okay, okay. Then how about the fringe benefits?"
"You get an equal share of everything we do. We do all the leg work and you get all the pleasure."
"We could really get a great thing going, couldn't we? How about the rest of the girls?"
"One step at a time."
"Tell you what, Cal. I am going to appoint you as my agent, just like the movie stars have. So I don't care if you take a percentage or whatever you call it right now. But you better I do good for me, and see I don't get beat up or anything. Because if I want to branch out into the big time, I might just do it without you."
"If her mother hadn't told me herself, I would say we had ourselves a ringer here. Like she's really thirty-one and she's been in the business for fifteen years."
"You have a point there. We better teach her how to watch that mouth of hers when there isn't something juicy stuck in there. If she does wind up coming off like a professional, we'll be dead in the water before we even get launched."
"That's going to be your job, Jeremy. Rehearse her until she's got it all straight. I'll make the arrangements and get her up to the capital. You can start training the rest of the girls while we're there."
"Training, huh?"
"Cathy! He's talking about dealing with the guys, talking money and stuff like that."
"Oh, then you won't be teaching them any new sex tricks and helping them practice until they get it perfect."
"Well-"
"Gee, I must be getting hard of hearing. A minute ago I thought I heard you guys saying that you would be doing all the shit jobs and I would be getting all the pleasure."
"Go back to sleep, Cathy. We don't want you showing up for work with dark rings under your eyes."
Before morning, Cal had invented an imaginary friend for Cathy, complete with an imaginary set of parents up at the state capital who would call and ask if the girl could come for a short visit. A phone call to a pair of swinging friends of his, and then a call back to Cathy's parents arranged a minimum of two days working time.
Cal was forced to tell the senator and his wife beforehand about the tenderness of his partner's age. For this reason it was arranged that they meet someplace that was a little more private than the customary restaurant. They wound up having a candlelight dinner at the senator's townhouse, and Cathy felt a little nervous.
She was supposed to behave like a sweet little girl until they all hopped into bed together. But neither of the men had prepared her for how she was supposed to behave at a formal dinner.
Cal had done the swinging scene before coming to Cedar Grove, and since the Johnsons were old hands at mixed couples, the three of them started carrying on a very warm conversation about all sorts of non-important subjects making it very easy for the girl to catch up with them.
Sex was clearly understood and had been arranged beforehand, but the subject was clearly not acceptable at the dinner table. The Johnsons made a very handsome couple, even more so since they were well into middle age. Frank was well kept and still muscular, bragging every so often about his own tennis game and how he had been winning every match at his club all season long.
The woman could hardly be called a typical menopausal type by any stretch of the imagination. Her face was un-lined and she dressed in good taste, avoiding the more matronly styles like the plague.
After dinner, the four relaxed in the spacious living room until Frank decided he was feeling so relaxed that the room seemed a little too formal to him. They repaired to a smaller room near the back of the house, which was kept in strict privacy by means of lock and key.
Inside, the room was plushly furnished with velvet upholstery everywhere, including huge floor pillows. The stereo set-up held a varied collection of mood music and exotic tempos, and the bar was equally stocked and varied.
As soon as the door was locked and bolted on the inside now, Wilma took her shoes off, and Frank his shoes, tie and jacket. This was the signal for Cal and Cathy to do the same.
Cathy was the happiest one of them all. Once her shoes were off, she felt as if she were on an equal level with the rest of them. She tried to pick up her conversation to a more sophisticated level, while they began winding down to a more intimate one.
Cal signaled the girl with his eyes that she was to begin cozying up to the senator at that moment. Wilma was already making herself comfortable on one of the two facing lounges, and Cal easily slipped into the seat beside her.
The older black man immediately put his arm around the girl and began whispering things in her ear that Cal could only guess at. He was sure that the girl would be able to handle all upcoming situations from then on, and as long as they were probably going to remain in that same room for the fucking session, the good doctor saw no reason why he shouldn't start in on the woman now.
But she was one step ahead of him. Her body was already pressing tightly against his side, and when she leaned herself over his lap, her elbow pushed against the start of a very good hard-on. She liked what she was feeling down there and moved her body almost directly into the handsome white man's lap.
Cal was all for fucking the woman. Wilma posed some very interesting possibilities to a man who was constantly in search of new kicks. But he forced himself to take a second in which to check on how Cathy was doing from the other side of the room.
Frank seemed to be singing along with the music, but very low, and with his lips pressed to the girl's ear. She had her hand in his lap and was working his meat over through the very expensive pants while she nuzzled her face against his neck.
Telling himself that the girl was coming along just fine, Cal turned his full attention now to the fascinating black woman. She had been assuming that he wanted to see his partner well settled before he could get into thoroughly enjoying himself with her, and she saw no reason to object to his concern.
But now her hot body was telling her that she wanted all his attention for herself. Pressing the palm of her hand down into his crotch, she licked at his ear and began to whisper.
"The girl child is in good hands. What do you say you do the same for me?"
"Everyone stays in here?"
"You told me you two were real swingers.
Does the dear little thing need privacy?"
"The opposite. She was a little nervous about making it with such a famous man. I promised to stay with her."
"That's fine with me. In fact, it's perfect as Frank and I get an extra charge out of watching each other."
"In that case, let's give him something to watch."
And so they fell into a passionate embrace, and Cal stopped watching what was going on at the other side of the room. Wilma opened Cal's pants and immediately went to town on his prick as soon as she had fished it out.
Anxiously now, he worked at the back zipper of her dress, and all but howled with delight when he found that the bra came away with the dress in one piece. Her breasts were so brown and luscious, the fever in her eyes burning so brightly that Cal momentarily forgot there was even another living soul on his earth, much less in the same room with them.
Wilma waited only long enough for the white man to get her nearly naked before she dropped her beautiful black face right down to his lap and gobbled up the full length of his hard prick. Instantly, her tongue and her lips began working together to give Cal the beginning of what he was sure would develop into a tremendous jolt.
Only for the sake of keeping his blood pressure down a bit for the time being, Cal opened his eyes just enough to catch a glimpse of the action going on at the other side of the room. The big black man had stripped the girl completely naked, and while his huge, hard prick was still dangling from his pants, he had already buried his face deeply within the girl's tender, white thighs.
He began to munch on her immediately, not wanting to waste precious seconds while he got out of his own clothes. While he quickly drove the girl up the heights of pleasure with his tongue, he began to fumble once again with his pants.
The girl was no longer concerned with what anyone in the room was thinking of her. She just gave herself up to the passion of the moment, squealing and giggling with delight at what the famous state senator was doing to her wet little pussy with his tongue.
"Your husband works fast."
"As long as you're satisfied that your little girl won't be missing out on anything, why don't we see if we can do something that will match those sounds of pleasure?"
"Which in English means why don't we fuck."
"The language doesn't matter-Let's just get down, friend."
They were both half naked already, so it didn't take many more moments before they were totally so. The senator was bringing Cathy to a quick orgasm, and they had a resounding chorus of her screams of come to entertain them while they removed the last of their clothing. Cal was all for starting the fucking immediately, but both of them had to turn and look across the room when they heard the girl's voice go completely shrill.
"You're still coming."
"I don't care. Fuck me. Fuck me now while I'm still so freaking hot. Don't let me come down from it. Oh, hurry, damn you. Please, will you hurry up with that prick?"
Here was a fourteen year old girl giving orders to a state senator like he was her pet dog, and he was jumping just as quickly as a well-trained pet might to comply. Frank leaped on top of her and began to fuck her as a wild stallion might.
His prick hit the bottom of her hole immediately, and the girl wrapped her arms and legs around him, hanging on for dear life to the savage animal that was beating her delicious cunt to a pulp with his big black dick. Cal would have liked to watch for a few moments, but Wilma was anxious to get his attention again.
She did so by closing her legs over the back of the sofa and braced the other one on the floor. It wasn't often that she had the chance to make it with a handsome white man, and so she was determined to make the most of this opportunity.
"Will you eat me?"
"You bet I will."
Eating a black cunt was a first for Cal. He was amazed at the difference in odors and tastes, and yet it was not at all repulsive to him. Its very exotic nature made the dark cunt, with its black kinky hairs grazing against his chin, seem all the more appetizing to him.
The woman was most eager to help him along, and used both her hands to spread her pussy lips. Out popped a very erect clitoris, and Cal began to suck at it wildly.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
He was really getting to her, and continued to work her clit over until her moans began to sound more like screeches of pain. Her hips were arched up at his face, and Cal let his tongue take a sudden slide down until it reached her tight little rear hole. Then he dug it right in there, and while Wilma continued to screech, she grabbed onto his prick and began to pull hard at it.
But Cal could take that kind of treatment for no more than a couple of seconds. He was already insane with passion for her, and even one more second of what each of them was doing would have made him into a basket case. He forced his mouth away from her delicious bottom.
"Let me do it now."
"Oh, yes. Yes, and hurry."
She was begging him to fuck her now, begging him to give her the wildest ramming of her conservative life. Wilma had found, ever since her husband got involved in politics, that the more conservative she had to behave in the public eye, the more passionate she became in private.
Cal drew himself up on his knees between the woman's outstretched legs and stared down into the dark pink gash that stood out in such stark contrast to her black pussy lips. His prick was so angrily swollen that he felt it might burst the flesh at any moment.
It was pointed so closely down to her cunt that all he had to do was lean forward. They came together with all the ease of practiced lovers who thoroughly enjoyed their art. Wilma massaged his prick all the way down into her gaping hole.
"Uhhhnnn!"
Cal sunk himself into her all the way to the balls, and Wilma was humping back at him before he could even get his hips started in the right direction. He had to grab her, and force the both of them to remain still for a minute because his balls were churning and he knew he would come in one more split second of such frantic motion.
Wilma said nothing, but agreed to remain still. But she could not keep her promise for very long. Her hips began to grind around first before she had any thought of moving up against him. But the thrilling sensation of white hot meat hitting at all sides of her cuntal wall was too much for her, and she began to hump up at him once again.
Her white stud was having a wild trip of his own, feeling the inner play of vaginal muscles against the shaft of his prick. Cal adjusted his prick just slightly so that it would rub and pull down on her incredibly swollen clit every time that he thrust down into her.
"Ohhhh! Do I ever love how that feels. Do it to me some more. Oh, you fuck so great."
"Keep moving like that. You drive me so crazy with that screwing cunt of yours."
"I'm so close now."
"Together."
by some natural miracle that they could not control, Cal and Wilma went into the spasms of their orgasms together. The woman was creaming a mixer of come, and yet when she felt the white man's prick began to explode inside of her, she made her inner muscles continually contract and expand against his shooting dick, pulling and pumping the come out of him with more force than he could have managed on his own.
Cal's heart was beating so hard he thought he would have an attack by the time Wilma's cunt finally let go of him. Exhausted now, he dragged himself out of her, and leaned back on the sofa struggling with his breath while Wilma poured brandies from a conveniently located tray.
by that time Cathy and Frank had also finished up, and the black man was serving two more brandies from another conveniently located tray. It was then that Cal noticed everything in the room seemed to be set up for group and multiple fucking.
Wilma handed Cal his drink and then sat back down beside him. Her hand dropped to his lap, but she only caressed his tired prick now. It looked like her cunt felt satisfied for the moment.
"This girl of yours is quite a hot little number. How many special tricks have you taught her?"
"She loves it all."
"What about a pair of pricks?"
"I hope she says yes. Next to fucking, there's nothing I like better than watching somebody else getting it in a wild scene. I could almost come thinking about it."
"What do you say, Cathy?"
She wanted to say that Cal knew very well she dug getting fucked front and rear, but knew that it wasn't ladylike to speak of the past in front of strangers.
"I'd love to make you both happy at the same time.
"Very sweetly put."
"But poor Wilma! Shouldn't she be getting in on the action too? I wouldn't want to hog the whole show."
"My wife gets her kicks sometimes by frigging herself and watching the hard work of others."
"Don't worry about me, pet. By the time they're through with you, I'll have some new ideas."
"Okay. So we all want to have me do it. But I can't with two pricks that look like worms."
"We'll have to do something about that."
Cathy laughed when she saw the method that Wilma chose as her emergency measure.: By then, everyone in the room could tell that the black woman had a special fondness for sucking cock. She had Cal hard in no time, and then crossed the room and did the same great job on her husband.
When both men were in an able state of readiness, she sat down in the center of the floor and stretched her legs out. Immediately putting her hand to her cunt, she looked up to the remaining three.
"I did my part of the work. Now you three get at it. I'm getting myself set for a great show."
"Let's all go down there, child. There's much more room for the three of us to play around."
Now it was Frank's turn to sit down on the floor. He stretched his beefy black legs out far on either side of him, and motioned for Cal and Cathy to come down on the floor.
"Now you make like a good little puppy, girl. Get down on all fours and put your sweet little head right here."
Cal understood what Frank's plan was now. Cathy did exactly as she was told, immediately sucking on the black hard-on as soon as she got near it. Waiting until the girl was totally occupied, Cal got down on all fours and crawled up behind her. He had no trouble finding her cunt hole from back there, and rammed himself straight in.
The force of his motion drove Cathy's mouth down hard on Frank's prick, but he wasn't doing any complaining. Neither was Cathy. She loved the way getting her cunt fucked from behind felt and she showed how much she was enjoying it by sucking feverishly on Frank's prick.
This fuck around Cal had his eyes wide open and he looked to see what Wilma was doing. He couldn't imagine that she would be able to get as much pleasure out of frigging herself and watching as she claimed she could. But one glance told him how wrong he was.
Her eyes looked like she was stoned on some bizarre drug, and her hand was going wild between her legs. He had expected to see a look of desperation in her eyes, as if watching there all alone would have made her so frantic she would come crawling up to them and ask for a prick of her own. But she was grinning madly.
"Ummmnnn!"
The sight of the black wild woman was too much for Cal. Without attemtping to control himself, he let his come shoot down and into Cathy's cunt, dropping his weight across her back.
"Arrrgghh! That's it for me, too."
Cathy let the cock drop out of her mouth, but refused to do the same with Cal's.
"Don't you let go too. You guys aren't being very fair to me tonight. I still need to shoot."
"I don't have any more to give."
"Then I'll have to take care of it myself, just the way she is. You men aren't much."
She immediately began to frig herself just the way the older woman was, while Cal fought back the strong desire to smack her in the face. He would have put up with her insulting him alone. But she had been warned several times about saying anything that might offend the senator.
Quickly, he turned to the influential man, ready to answer any complaint he had with something that he hoped would soothe him. But Frank was not in the least bit upset. He was rather charmed by the pretty young girl, and looked more thoughtful than angry at the moment.
Cal decided to keep his diplomatic phrases to himself for a while longer. Instead, he sat back down on the sofa and stretched his aching legs. He had been so busy fucking all night that there hadn't been any time to negotiate further business with Johnson. But now it was getting very late, and if he and Cathy weren't invited to spend the night pretty soon, he would have to make his sales pitch before they got dressed and ready to leave. The Johnsons were obviously satisfied with the first sample they had of Cal's merchandise. He was sure that making another sale would be easy.
Wilma continued to frig herself, oblivious of the fact that the men were now finished with Cathy. She just stared at the wall with the same dazed look in her eyes, and rubbed even more frantically.
Cathy's face wore a much angrier expression, but she was staring at the same wall. Her hand moved quickly in and out of her cunt, as she was very much in a hurry to get herself off. All that furious female activity left the two men alone with their thoughts, and Cal sensed this would be as good a time as any to hand the man his pitch.
"You like the girl that much?"
"I'm afraid you must clarify that."
"I don't think you're falling in love with her or anything like that. I just meant the sex part of it."
"Yes, she has some wonderful natural talents. If it were possible, I would love to keep her as my personal mistress."
"It could be arranged."
"I didn't know she had a price."
"Not until tonight. I brought her along as a favor to you. But even I couldn't miss the fact that she has some rather obvious talents at this ort of thing."
"That's very true. But my position doesn't low for me to keep anyone around for very long. The woman are too easy to spot after a few times, and the reporters are real eagle eyes.
"What a shame."
"However, if you are serious about setting the girl up in business, there's someone I could arrange for you to meet. You might call him a distributor, and Cedar Grove is part of his territory."
So it was true that Senator Johnson was connected with organized crime. Cal had been hoping that he would be willing to set Cathy up with some customers, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to get either one of them involved with a professional pimp. And there was also Jeremy and the other girls to consider.
As a group, they all had a say in what was arranged for them. If there was any profit at all to be made in getting the girls into the sex business, then the shares would start getting very small when they had to be split so many ways.
Moreover, if the kicks started looking too much like work to the girls, they would want out of all the arrangements, and they were too young to realize what would happen to them if they tried to quit on organized crime. Now that the suggestion had been made to him, Cal knew that he would have to tread very carefully with Johnson. He couldn't afford to offend him because of his connections, and he didn't want to turn the offer down flat before any of them had a chance to think it over.
"You're talking about the big time now. She's just a kid. I wouldn't want to get her into something she'd regret when she got older. I know you don't break that kind of contract."
"Raefer isn't a part of the syndicate, if that's what you're thinking. He's just small time, and besides I own him and everyone that's connected with him. So even if he handled that girl and you took a cut, your arrangements would still be with me."
"What if I told you I had half a dozen more like her? And they're all being trained to entertain, and not just fuck. They'd be perfect for your business meetings and such."
"It sounds like they'd be a very refreshing change from the brand of merchandise we've been getting until now."
"More than you know. They all think they're playing a big game, and they love every second of it. None of them thinks of it as a business so the results are much more, shall I say, gratifying for the man who happens to spend some time with them."
"I must have Raefer join us for breakfast."
"Notalk in front of the girl."
"But why not?"
"I have to tell her everything in my own way. Cathy is strange. If it doesn't sound wild enough for her, she won't want any part of it. All the girls follow her lead."
"All right, I'll leave that end of it up to you. But get straight on this. I get first pick of everything, and the price is always free for me. Get it?"
"Of course, sir."
"I see that both of the ladies have come back down to earth. I have rooms arranged for both of you upstairs. Talk with Cathy awhile and then leave her alone."
"I understand."
"See that you do, and don't forget any of this from now on. I don't lean on my men, but I expect them to cater to every one of my whims at all times. You have only to keep the girls in line, and keep them psychologically fit for everything that comes up. Raefer will take care of the rest. You won't have much to do, but you'll still be getting a very good share of the profits. Some good connections as well."
Cal followed every one of the senator's instructions to the letter, and when he talked to Cathy about getting into the big time, as he put it, the promises of glamor and treasure that he gave her were swallowed right up with glee.
"This is getting better all the time."
"You can meet a lot of very important and famous people. And they have some wild parties from what I hear."
"This includes the whole gang?"
"Everyone including Jeremy and me. You girls are going to have the time of your lives."
"And clothes. We'll be wanting a lot of new stuff. And make-up. And some expensive perfume and-"
"You can make a list up when we get back to Cedar Grove. You all can. Even a mink, if you want it."
"This is all like one happy dream."
"It's very real, pet."
"I "don't want a pinch to make sure I'm not dreaming. Know what you can give me?"
"I would love to accommodate you, but I'm all fucked out for the night. In the morning."
"Where are you going?"
"Just in the next room. The senator doesn't want any trouble with the servants. You're too tired to miss me."
"Yeah, I suppose so. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, love."
Cathy trusted her doctor friend so completely that she simply got into bed and fell fast asleep. And she still felt the same way when the senator came up and joined her later on. To her there was nothing out of the ordinary with the way she was spending the weekend. It didn't even occur to her to ask about where Mrs. Johnson might be. She was much too busy enjoying herself.
"So, my dear. Are you happy that you and I will be having more great times together?"
"Very happy. All the wild fun parties, and all the presents. I especially like having so many pricks to choose from."
"Cathy, my dear. You are soon going to be the most popular young lady in the state."
"My friends wouldn't like to hear you say that."
"They won't be missing a thing. But my guess is that you will still be on the top of the heap."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Frank had enough come left for one more fuck, which he gave the girl before leaving her to get some sleep before breakfast. But it would be an hour before he got any sleep himself. That time was spent on the telephone making arranagements with the man called Raefer.
The senator had several reasons for being interested in what became of the team of Cathy and Cal. Provided that it was well-handled, he knew that they would all be served. Cal really had no reason to be nervous about the man who would be acting as his own direct agent.
Raefer was much more of a recreational director than he was a pimp. A man who loved wild sex as much as the senator himself, he was also fun-loving and made sure that a good time was had by all whenever he made group arrangements. While he was not quite as intelligent as Johnson, or the doctor for that matter, the man did know enough about human nature to understand that happy men were more likely to make agreeable contracts.
A tall, good-looking buck of a black man, Raefer had always been know as a hard-fucking stud himself, whose lusts knew absolutely no limits including a little sadism when he thought a girl could really use it. But he never did anything violent to the girls without having a very good reason. He was much more of an admirer of the female pleasures.
His genitals were in the proportions of a stallion, and he never tired of showing them off, or putting them to good use. But he made no demands on any of the girls in the way of refusing them favors or making threats if they should not want to have sex with him. All in all, a better pimp, or "manager" as he preferred to be called, could not have been found by the senator.
The smile he flashed to the white couple when they came down to breakfast was a warm and friendly one. It would have seemed that he was just another house guest. But in his head, his mind was running like a computer. He sized up the girl first, and decided that she would fit in fine with the tastes of the men that he handled arrangements for.
The man Cal could also come in handy at certain group parties. But he seemed a little too dignified to be of much use as a businessman in that particular enterprise. It would be better for all concerned, Raefer judged, if he were somehow left in the background as much as possible. Something of a gentleman, he would not hurt this man's ego by leaving him out entirely. It was also bad public relations, and a bruised ego could make even the mildest man troublesome.
So he decided to open the discussion with sex parties in general, and told them several stories of particularly wild parties that held them all in stitches of laughter as well as great sexual interest. He was sealing Cathy's fate by doing this.
Cal had begun when he told her of the great kicks and treats in store for her. Now the handsome black man's stories of wild activities and rousing fun erased the last bit of doubt that she could have had.
As far as she could tell about the only thing missing from the great plans that everybody seemed to have for her future, was romance. Listening to the talk going around the table about all sorts of wild kicks, freaky endurance contests and sexual gymnastics, she did not hear a single word said about one person really digging another one.
It began to bother her as the talk continued. Maybe adults stopped caring about each other when they reached a certain point in their lives, and there were so many wild things to do with their free time. But inwardly she was afraid that this would happen to her as well, when she had as many kicks as they had.
Her own taste would also become jaded and she would no longer enjoy the carefree life or other people. Only a month past her fourteenth birthday now, being in such intimate contact with uninhibited adults had given her an insight that was far beyond her years.
They were offering her a chance at the brass ring, excitement and glamour, and all that goes with it mixed in with intrigue. And yet she couldn't help feeling a little sad. She knew that she would be paying for all that with her youthful love of the world at large.
But she kept this sad bit of information to herself, hoping there would be some way the adults would prove her to be wrong. They were all so busy gabbing with each other about their sexual skills, that she was almost ignored.
"You guys sound like you're giving the scores of the high school track team."
"What's wrong with a little bragging?"
"Nothing, I suppose. But when was the last time any of you could say that you would feel all that great just by meeting one of those people in the street, in broad daylight?" They turned toward the girl, now.
"What are you talking about, Cathy? Friends?"
"Yeah, that's it. And I don't know why you have to make fun of me, Cal. I think it's great that I can see a guy I fucked the night before walking down the street and give him a big hug. If we do so much fucking around, and we're supposed to be getting such great kicks and having a real fun time, then why should we have to make out like we don't even know each other the next day?"
"You'll begin to understand that when you get a little older."
"Hold it. She better start understanding it right now. The secrets that people share behind closed doors, no matter how wild and wonderful they are, have to stay there when the party's over. The whole world is not made up of swingers alone."
"What he's trying to say in very political terms dear, is that a lot of people in this state would love to wipe up the floor with every last one of us if they ever caught on to this."
"What?"
"Let's remember she's a kid, even if she is a dynamite lay. Cathy, if the wrong people found out about little sessions like the ones we had last night, you could wind up in a reform school, and the rest of us in prison."
"Hey, this is really starting to sound dangerous."
"It could be if you're not a good little girl and mind your P's and Q's like the rest of us."
"I'm not scared. I'm glad it's going to be dangerous. Like the spy thrillers."
"But we never get caught. Just like the TV series."
"I got you the first time, Cal. You don't have to spell it out for me. I was just screwing you guys a little because you sounded so damn snotty with all your bragging."
"Out of the mouths of babes."
Everyone sitting around the table fell silent' just then. Some staring into their coffee cups, some staring open mouthed at each other. Cathy had struck a point that hit straight to their hearts. Had they all been so busy trying to prove their sexual prowess to each other, keeping score as she described them.
Had they really been so busy seeing how many they could do, and in how many different ways that they lost sight of the sensuality of it all? What had happened? Suddenly they began to see exactly what the girl was talking about.
They had all been so busy with the mechanics of being swingers, that they forgot how to enjoy the people they were with. Cathy was seeing some new things too. Young girls like herself and her friends were supposed to be some kind of new miracle vitamin for these tired old swingers.
Damn it all to hell if they weren't counting on her club to make them into living people again. Well, if that was what they needed then she didn't mind giving it to them. They were all so damn smug, thinking they were using the girls and getting away with it.
But the laugh was really on all of them. Because without girls like Cathy they were just dried up old people whose love of living and appreciation of their own sexuality had long since died.
Four separate times the girl tried to inject her feelings into the conversation, but they kept brushing her off like an annoying puppy before she could even get a word in edgewise.
Seeing that it was no use, and that they would always be the way they were right now, Cathy tired of playing at being an intellectual, and decided that it was time they all had some fun. She reached under the table and groped around until her hand touched a crotch. The girl didn't even know who the crotch belonged to exactly because they had all kept shifting their chairs whenever the conversation got more interesting at a different end of the table.
They had all moved around so many times that she stopped looking, especially since none of them was even bothering to notice she was there. But the crotch sitting next to her definitely belonged to a male, and in another minute he had no doubt that the hand down there was not accidental. She began to stroke him fervently under the table, making her sexual desires well known to him, but above the table where the inane conversation was still going strong, her face was just as straight as everyone's else's.
She smiled the same polite smiles, and sipped milk with her free hand. The crotch sitting next to her happened to belong to the man they called Raefer, and his considerable hunk of meat was making it very difficut for her to maintain her straight expression.
"If anybody's interested, this young lady is doing her damnest to rip my ever-ready prick out by the roots."
"Kids never get tired, do they?"
"I could challenge you to a contest any time, Wilma. And I would win without any trouble."
"I'm not so sure about that. You may be young and chock full vitamins, but I'm damn handy with men."
"I say I can."
"And I say you can't"
"Look, ladies. If this fight is over me, then I hope you settle it soon. My prick can't take much more of this teasing."
"Okay, Wilma. I challenge you."
"One at a time or together?"
"Oh, wow, I want to be the prick in charge, and I say it should be together. That way I can really judge which one of you is the better lay. Okay ladies, pick your preferences."
"I take his mouth. I happen to know that Raefer digs on eating cunt, provided she's good and wild against his face."
"That's fine with me. Anybody who's got a prick this big should appreciate the ride I can give him."
"All right. The rooting section goes over here. Cal, clear the table. This spot is as good as any."
"Cathy should love that. She's given some of her greatest performances on top of tables."
"Now the challenge is settled, gentleman. It's oralism at close quarters. Any bets?"
Raefer lay as much of the back of his body on the dining room table as happened to fit. But most of his legs had to dangle over the side, and Cathy found his position very accommodating. Working hard to keep herself from laughing out loud, Cathy pulled a chair up right between his legs, and daintily tucked a napkin around her neck.
Then she began to gobble down the length of black pipe and found that this was no easy task. But she liked what she was tasting down there, and didn't mind a bit of a struggle. Meanwhile she bounced his balls around in her hand and set him to moaning very loudly.
Wilma was caught off guard by the girl's antics and broke into laughter along with the male spectators. But her woman's ego finally got to her and she realized she would never live it down if the girl actually beat her at this game.
So she made a big show of dancing herself around the edges of the table as she rolled her skirt up into her belt and then stripped down her panties. When she had them in her hand, she waved them around in the air, and then dropped them down on top of Raefer's face.
He made a big display of sniffing at them, and then pretended that he was going to stuff them all into his mouth, before Wilma grabbed them away and flung them in the direction of Cal's face. Now she spread her legs and planted them on either side of his face before starting a grinding motion down with her wet snatch.
"Come down, sweet lady. Raefer is hungry for some dark pussy meat. Come down and feed me."
Wilma gave the man what he wanted, but she did not do it passively. Her body continued to hump and grind its way down on his face, and when she made contact with it, she still continued to grind. Her hands landed on his male tits, and she pinched and played with them.
Whenever they could, the women watched each other to see at which end Raefer was getting more of a kick. But it was impossible to tell, because his body had gone completely wild from head to toe.
The men who were unfortunate enough just to be sitting and watching could not claim that they were unmoved by all the furious activity. Frank was trying to look cool, and massaging his prick from under a napkin. But Cal just didn't care any more.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard-on out into the open before it became painful. His eyes fastened to the body of the black man and the two women devouring and being devoured. His hand began to fly over his meat, beating it like crazy, and not caring this time if he actually shot his load in such a juvenile manner.
Frank was just as sexually high as he was, but his prick didn't even have to be out in the open for him to get his jollies. Even to a man like himself who had participated in many an orgy and way-out affair, the scene before him was newly wild.
Raefer pulled his prick out of the girl's mouth so rapidly that he hurt his meat on her teeth.
"I declare this here little lady to be the winner, and before I pop my cookes, I would like to give her the Raefer White award for the best mouth in town."
Wilma had been forced off Raefer's mouth and she wasn't very happy about it. So when Raefer placed the girl now on the table, and began to fuck her immediately, up on his knees so that all of him would fit on the table, Wilma saw her one and only chance not to be left out of the picture altogether.
She got up behind the hard-driving man now, and began to massage his balls, then the root of his prick whenever it came back out of the girls hole. Raefer was being driven out of his skull by the two women, and the men watching all this were pretty wild themselves.
The could barely believe that Raefer was still going strong when they were sure they would have come twice in that space of time. Raefer's staying power amazed Wilma as well, but she wasn't pleased about it. She could see how much enjoyment Cathy was getting from the fuck, and even from the way Wilma was boosting Raefer's passions.
Hoping to bring their hot session to a close, she buried her face between the man's ass cheeks and started to poke around in his rectum with her tongue. He was shivering now, but still going strong. Cal had popped and Frank wet his pants immediately.
But Raefer kept right on fucking. His senses were nearly numb and his body humping away more on instinct than conscious motion. Frustrated beyond all she could stand, because she imagined that none of her efforts were reaching Raefer, which was far from the truth, Wilma made a last effort.
She took her mouth away, and stuck her thumb right into his ass hole now. He stifled a scream, and his body began to shake all over, but his prick was still pumping away. It was going at breakneck speed, and it looked like Cal wasn't able to stop it, even though he was starting to come. Wilma finally put a stop to it.
She began to massage his prostate hard with her thumb, twisting, grinding and pressing down until Raefer literally flew over the table. His body lifted up in the air, as if he had just received some sort of way-out shock treatment.
Only the tip of his dick remained as his body shuddered to a crashing conclusion. Cathy's orgasm was just as intense. The entire fucking scene had driven her crazy. Her body glued to Raefer's went up in the air with him.
When he was through coming, and her body fell down again, the girl fell into a faint. She had been, so totally absorbed by her orgasm that it had drained every last ounce of strength from her.
Raefer was panting so hard that he couldn't even crawl off the table. Wilma was equally tired, even though she had only a minor role in the fuck. But she felt that she had at least proven something about the merits of age and experience.
"You men still think that there's nothing to be learned from a middle aged woman?"
"I'll never say anything like that again."
"What about you Raefer?"
"I'd say you were dynamite, you horny old bag."
"Which leaves Cathy."
"You couldn't have gotten him there like that if he wasn't so wild on fucking me."
"So it's a tie. You both win."
"Only I win. Because I'm the one who showed you people how to start living again."
"As I was telling you men before. Watch out for Cathy. She's hell on wheels, even if she isn't much on manners."
CHAPTER EIGHT
With matters settled presumably to everyone's satisfaction, including Cathy, Cal returned to the Cedar Grove with the girl. Since all of the teenagers were so new at this Raefer decided to get the small apartment set up for them, and to have each one of the girls holding court on a different night of the week.
Surprising to all that knew her, Marcia was quickly developing into the toughest minded of all the girls. They considered that she was a bit older, almost sixteen. But still she had been raised in the same well sheltered comfortable surroundings as the others.
Now that she was about to have a very exciting source of income, Marcia had become quite calculating. The change in her personality was quite startling. In the following two weeks, Cal had driven the entire group of girls to the state capital for a few very select parties and they had all performed admirably.
Cathy was her usual dynamic self and had sought as much of the limelight as possible, just as she usually did. Before each party had ended, she had screwed just about every man attending, and left them all marveling at her imaginative positions.
But Marcia had outdone her in several ways. She was a glib speaker these days, and many of the men while resting up between bouts had thoroughly enjoyed simply sitting with her and having a quiet conversation. While Cathy was more the bubbly sort, and constantly full of surprises that were sure to keep a party lively, Marcia appeared to be a bit more sophisticated. Soft-spoken at the outset, and in between sessions, she became a wild tiger when the time came to begin fucking.
Raefer's only concern was that the girl did not take the new arrangement in the spirit of a fun game as the other girls did. The younger ones, looking for kicks and fun more than for profit were much easier to handle for that reason. Marcia now could be a problem if she got it into her mind to get one man as her private John, possibly to set her up alone. Or she could decide to make their arrangements into big business for herself.
For the time being though, while he was still able to control her, the shrewd sixteen-year-old was turning a very good profit for all of them. By the third week she already had herself a regular following, but Raefer still made it his business to hang around whenever somebody new came up to the apartment.
Even Marcia was underage, and while she might appear to be the toughest of the entire group, none of the girls were really able to defend themselves if the going got a little rough. The newest customer that she was to entertain had a reputation for being a little rough on his women, especially when the cares of his workday may have been a little too much for his short temper.
Marcia had beaten Raefer to the apartment this time. If Alex was going to be in a bad mood, then the situation could become very explosive. Because Marcia was in a pretty rotten one herself. While the other girls were all younger, only she was being closely watched by her parents. They had noticed the subtle changes in her personality and they weren't at all happy about it.
Her sister, Patty had changed as well, but they told themselves she was much too young to be involved in anything they should be worried about. Marcia had always been difficult to understand, and even more difficult to handle. They tried to keep a tighter check on her than they had, but their attempts at discipline came a little too late for the girl to change her ways.
The more they attempted to crack down on her, the more rebellious the girl became. Finally, after seeing that her friends had a great deal of freedom, and at a younger age, they had discontinued her curfews, but asked a lot of questions about the new clothes and accessories that kept turning up in her closet.
All of the girls used the same stock answer for this. Each one of them claimed that the girls pooled their allowances and babysitting money which had become more profitable of late and were purchasing those items to be shared in turns by all. It was an answer that was sufficiently plausible to satisfy them, and they dared not to search further for a more truthful one.
So Marcia was still getting away with her nighttime job, but she was furious that they were giving her so much trouble about where she was going on her evenings. Feeling more and more adult with each new client that she acquired, she was quickly coming to resent the necessity for having to answer to them in any way.
With school beginning in just a few weeks, her mind was already mulling over the possibility of talking them into written permission for her to drop out. She saw no reason for getting any more of an education than she already had. To her way of thinking, there wasn't a career in the world that would net her any greater profits than she was making already.
She paced around the apartment now like a caged tiger. If there was just some way that she could get away from her parents, Raefer would probably be more than happy to set her up in an apartment of her own, maybe at the state capital, and she could have her own special clients. She could even do some entertaining there, being the hostess at swinging parties that Raefer's men were always requesting.
There were some pretty famous and influential women who had started off a lot lower on the ladder of sex than she had and Marcia was sure she could be better than any one of them at the same job. Of course, there was still Raefer to convince, and she was already showing signs of displeasure with her attitude.
He could go to hell along with her parents if he was going to give her any more trouble. Marcia was becoming so smug about her sexual talents that she was even beginning to believe she could mange the business without Raefer's services.
It didn't occur to her that the clients were all the connections of Raefer and the senator. Marcia could not see any further than her own talented body and the rosy promise of a glamorous life. So lost in her own dreams of fame and glory was she, that Marcia forgot all about the time as she continued to pace the floors of the apartment still dressed in her jeans and T-shirt.
Marcia didn't even know Raefer was in the apartment until he was right behind her and spun her around.
"What the fuck's coming off?"
"Who the hell are you talking to! And there's nothing coming off, strong arm!"
"All you girls know I don't like getting tough with you. But you're getting to need it."
"If you have any ideas about beating me up, you better forget them."
"Who said anything about beating you? But it's not a bad idea."
"Just tell me what you want and split. That new guy Alex is coming up soon."
"Alex is exactly what's wrong! Now you sit down and listen to me or this belt I'm wearing is going to be kissing your ass!"
The girl already had a sarcastic answer that she was ready to hurl in his face. But one look at the anger in his eyes and she knew he meant every word he was saying!
"So spill it!"
"First thing is you've been saying that you know there's a customer due. You expect him to get turned on when he sees you dressed like that?"
"Why not? It's still the same body underneath. Or have you forgotten?"
"That body is hard to forget. You're really stacked, which is one of the few reasons I'm still putting up with the shit you've been throwing around lately. But not for much longer!"
"So I didn't get into something black and slinky. I can be undressed and ready for work in a flash."
"I didn't say you could get up yet. You stay right where you are until I say you can go."
"What else do you want?"
"I have a hunch that you're starting to think you're too good for the rest of us. Ready to branch out on your own."
"Maybe."
"Let me set you straight, little girl. Because that's just what you are. You can think you'fe a sophisticated lady all you want. It will give me a great excuse to smack you down to your size. And when I smack you down, you'll stay down."
"My folks and this double life are starting to get to me. Sometimes I wish I could just be all one way or all the other."
"Which way do you want?"
"If I didn't know better, I would almost think you really care about what I want."
"I do, sort of. If you're this miserable when there's only me around, those customers won't be able to keep it up long enough to get a shot off. So talk."
"I want to be in this all the way. No folks to answer to, and no other girls to take turns with."
"So you think you can go straight to the top of the hooking profession just like that."
"Why not?"
"There's a big, cruel world out there. A lot different than the cozy arrangements we make for you. You take some pretty big chances when you try to make it on your own."
"Like what?"
"Not counting the rip-offs by the cops, the beatings by the Johns, and the beatings by the pimps who don't want any freelancers in their territory, there's always the competition."
"Those old hags don't have anything on me.
"That's the way I want it to stay. You know why we're getting such great prices?"
"Because we're kids."
"And also because the Johns feel like they're young again, making it with sweet, clean girls."
"Mmmmm."
"So the message is starting to get through? You keep on with your sophisticated, tough, whore act and you won't have a prick left in your appointment book."
"Okay."
"Don't give me that business, f won't be giving this speech to you again."
"You don't have to scream at me."
"Maybe the belt would work better."
"Alex wouldn't dig on a girl with bruises."
"Get in there and put on something sexy. I'll be right on the other side of the mirror."
"I don't need you around. I can handle the guy. He's too fat to be mean."
"I ought to leave you alone with him, just so you can really learn how little you know."
"What does he do? Carry a whip?"
"You wanna find out on your own?"
"So stay. See if I care."
"Ten minutes. I hope we don't have to go on with this talk after he leaves. Because if you do one thing wrong, I'll be talking with my belt."
"Go hide, Raefer. I have to get myself nice and gorgeous."
"Put on the white ones and wash most of that shit off your face. He's not looking for someone who's made up like the old lady he left at home."
Marcia started moving swiftly now. With a client due to walk in the door, she was all business. Raefer really did know what he was talking about, but Marcia still resented the touch, black man.
She would deal with him later. Tough as he was, Marcia was smug enough to believe she was not only smarter than him, but also a great deal shrewder. The clients were what really counted. Keeping them content to come back for more could mean the difference between being stuck in Cedar Grove until she was married off to some nice little boy who was studying to go into his father's business.
If she never thought that kind of a future was dullsville before, she was certainly thinking it now. Business first, she told herself.
First she would psyche herself into a swinging frame of mind and then Alex would follow right after her like a happy puppy. They were all the same, following a hot cunt wherever it led them.
A girl with a really talented slit could go a long way in the adult world. She flashed herself a dazzling smile in the mirror, sure that she was going straight to the top.
CHAPTER NINE
As she gave her hair a few finishing touches, Marcia noticed the smug expression that had ticked Raefer off. Until now her own customers had been mainly white, but she had been called upon several times to service the senator, and Raefer whenever she thought that he was getting annoyed with her.
Black men were something of a kick to her, as well as the other girls. They looked, smelled and acted so differently in the sack then white men did. And usually, they were very well hung. Some of the men were downright boring, and when she was forced to make it with a really small prick, it was all the girl could do to keep from falling asleep.
The black studs really gave her the kind of jolt she needed now and then to make the profession really interesting. Mercenary though she might be, Marcia was still a lot happier when the fucking gave her some pleasure as well as the other guy.
There was one certain black man who really intrigued her, but she would sooner jump out the window than have him know it. Raefer truly puzzled her. He could be a really sweet guy when he wanted to, but he could also be the toughest bastard in the world.
She had seen both sides of him at various times in their dealings, and she had come to accept them both as parts of his personality. But there was a third part of him that she had only seen glimpess of. Even from the little she had seen, Marcia found it very intriguing.
So far it was only a hunch with her, but Marcia felt Raefer had more than one reason for sitting behind that two-way mirror. If he was checking on the girls to make sure no harm came to them, that was fine. And even when he kept a loaded camera back there, under Johnson's orders to get something concrete against one man or another in case he would need it as a weapon in the future, that was fine, too.
But there had been certain occasions when he didn't even have to remain in the apartment, much less sit behind the mirror. And yet he was there, from the very beginning to the very end. Marcia didn't know much about some of the freakier perversions that had been hinted at by Cal and Jeremy from time to time.
Only instinct told her that it might have something to do with what Raefer was sitting back there for. But now that he was coming on so tough with her, Marcia decided it would be a good idea for her to find out if there was anything to her suspicions. A guy who was supposed to be acting as agent and ringmaster for a group of teenager girls who had important men for clients, then he being some kind of a sex freak would not be a fact that he would want made public.
The doorbell rang just then and Marcia knew it was time to become the sweet, young pro.
"Hi, I'm Marcia."
"I guess you were expecting me. My name is Mr., well, please call me Alex."
"I will. First names are much cozier."
"If you don't mind me saying so, I'm very pleased to see a pretty young thing like you."
"What were you expecting?"
"I'm never sure in situations like this. You're lovely."
Marcia looked the man over quickly before showing him into the living room. He was quite tall, and something on the heavy side. But he had the small ass and heavy thighs which indicated that he must have been an athlete in younger days.
If he ever had been an aggressive male in his younger days, Marcia couldn't see any of that in his personality now. He was wearing very thick glasses, and dressed in one of the most conservative business suits she had seen yet. His speech was extremely formal and his voice actually shook when he spoke.
Marcia supposed he was a man with a very guilty conscience, or one that wasn't very much pleased with himself for consorting with a hooker. As it appeared that she wasn't going to be in for a very interesting evening, Marcia began to wonder about what Raefer was doing again.
Tonight when she took this dud into the bedroom, Marcia would really show that guy what she was all about. Knowing that Raefer would be there watching every second of it, she would turn this frightened little male mouse into a raging stallion before she was through with him.
If Raefer never got his jollies before by watching the girls in action, she would see to it that he got them tonight. But first she would have to get the milktoast warmed up.
"Can I fix you a drink?"
"Thanks."
"I hope you aren't scared. We never have any trouble up here."
"The senator would have sent elsewhere if he thought this place wasn't safe."
She handed him the cocktail of his choice, only it was double the strength of what he would have gotten at a bar. A dud like this needed every boost he could get before she got to work on him.
Alex emptied the glass in a single shot, and seemed to relax a bit as soon as he put the glass down. She didn't mind having to work a lot to get a guy going, but she didn't have much patience for one who threatened to jump out of the bed and fly at any second.
He had put the glass down on an end table and folded his hands in his slightly paunch lap, so Marcia guessed that the drink was enough for him. He seemed to be at a loss for what to do next. And yet he had sounded like he had been the route before.
This was a great chance to prove to Raefer that it helped when even a young girl had something on the ball. How else would she get a creep like this moving in the direction of the bedroom?
"I think you need more than a cocktail to get you to unwind. Isn't there something else I can do for you?"
"Yes."
"Then why don't you come inside with little Marcia and let me work those tensions out of you?"
"I hope you can."
"That's my job. And if I do say so myself, I'm very good at it. Just give me a chance."
"I will!"
Marcia thought she detected just the slightest hint of a hopeful smile on his face now. This character was probably counting on her to make him feel like a real man again. She was sure that Raefer knew what kind of a dud he was setting her up with, so he was certainly going to be impressed when she did her stuff with him.
"Why don't you sit right here at the edge of the bed while I get comfortable? Then I'll do the same for you."
This process was usually done in reverse order as most of the men were already hard by the time they walked into the bedroom and were anxious to get their shorts off. But his man was going to need every bit of stimulation she could give him to get him going.
She moved just a little distance from where the man was sitting, so he would be sure to have a full length view of everything she had as she began to reveal them to him. Since she only had the long nightgown, and the white negligee on top of it going for her, Marcia began to take these things off in slow motion.
But she also made sure to take little turns every so often, so Alex could get a nice view of her ass and the back of her legs, just in case he was the kind of guy that dug rears.
Naked now, and sure that she had to have some effect on the poor slob, Marcia turned around, intending to start undressing him now. She was shocked at the transformation of the weakling that she had left sitting at the edge of the bed.
His nervous smile had turned into a sneer of lust, and he was already naked. Even his belly was tucked in tight and she found herself staring at a very menacing hard-on. The guy was eleven if he was an inch!
The hard-on must have affected his genes as well, because he didn't resemble the man who first walked into the bedroom. This man now looked like a wild dude and Marcia was starting to lose her cool.
Certain warnings made to her by Raefer began to echo in her head. This man was supposed to have a reputation for getting on the wild side when he was good and horny. Well, it certainly looked like she had gotten him into that condition. And right now she was wishing that he was still the boring milktoast.
There was no way she could back out now! Raefer would only come out from behind the mirror if he sensed there was going to be any kind of trouble. Which meant she might wind up with a bruise or two before the black cavalry came to the rescue.
And even if he didn't use his hands on her, Marcia guessed she was going to wind up with a couple of bruises. Just taking on that monster dick and working with it was going to mean she'd be sitting on a pillow for the next couple of days.
But what a kick it was going to be once they managed to fit it all in and the fucking began! A prick that size would probably be a come and a half on the inside and probably worth the price of a sore hole for the rest of the week. Anyway, she would have a pretty big inspiration to work with for Raefer's benefit.
Catching her looking so hungrily at him, Alex took this as a signal to mean that she was truly hot for him. He needed to believe that women really dug him on sight as his wife was continually telling him what a nothing he was before they fucked and what a filthy animal he was after they fucked.
This girl was not in the position for any kind of complaints at all. Inside, he knew that he was still the lusty man he always was, and for a price he could go ahead and prove it whenever he pleased. So he made a wild lunge for her now, like a rapist closing in for his quarry. Grabbing her roughly in his arms, he smothered her mouth with his own and bruised her with his knees.
He was pure lust now, and Marcia was overwhelmed by the force in it. There wasn't any room at all for playacting with this guy. No chance to show how she could slowly bring him up to savagery. He had merely watched her undress and suddenly he was up there.
Whether she liked it or not, Marcia was once again a young girl and this man was taking her as if he owned her very soul. Now that they were getting down to it and she could feel the brutality, the savage heat of this man, Marcia had to admit that she rather liked her more passive role.
It was a kick to be playing the part of the victim. But, of course, she wasn't playing. There wasn't anything she could do but go along with his ways and hope that he wouldn't permanently damage any part of her anatomy. Raefer might be there to help her out of anything really serious. But remembering the mood he was in when he left her to her client, Marcia had a hunch he wasn't going to come out of there on the run.
Right now Alex seemed more interested in fucking her than beating her up, so she tried not to worry too much and concentrated on how she could most easily take on such a big prick. But this decision was also going to be made for her.
He half carried, half dragged her to the bed now, because Marcia suddenly felt that she was feeling weak in the knees. Before throwing her roughly on the bed, he pressed his groin against the front of her body and ground it brutally against hers.
Marcia couldn't help but moan with feverish excitement at the thrilling feel of that huge hunk of hot meat rubbing up and down the line of her slit. Suddenly, he bent her body backwards. Her spine seemed to be made of rubber and she had no will at all to resist.
Now when he pressed against her, the tip of his dick started sliding for home. The portion of it that did not slip in easily, he forced in. And the grunt of discomfort that he heard escaping from the girl's lips only incited him to even greater savagery.
With his dick more than halfway into the whimpering girl he carried her body along with his own until they fell on the bed together. She threw her arms around his neck and hung on tightly as he pulled her up to him by the cheeks of her ass and thrust the rest of his hot meat right up against her spine.
Senseless with his own passions now, Alex began to slam hard into the girl, not even caring if she responded to him or not. Secretly, he was hoping that she would cry just a little, thereby admitting to his superior manhood. His wife only closed her eyes and grimaced until it was over.
She was moaning, moaning constantly because the incredibly tight tit was giving her the thrill of her life. The slight burning sensation she had felt when he forced himself into her had made her innards extremely sensitive to everything that happened after it. Humping and grinding his way in and out of her, Marcia was completely at the mercy of his savage lusts, and loving every bit of it.
Her mind had been wiped completely clean of all mercenary thoughts. She even forgot that there was a man named Raefer who happened to be watching behind a two-way mirror. She didn't care if this man started to beat up on her!
From the way he was fucking her, her senses would be so much turned on that she would probably enjoy it! Alex was fucking her dizzy now! She heard sounds coming from the area of the bedroom doorway, but paid little attention to them. "Send him in Raefer."
So Alex had known all along that the senator's personal pimp was back there. The surprise was being played on her. She had only the flash of an instant to see Raefer, his big prick hard and standing far out of his pants before he went to the bedroom door and motioned yet another black man to enter the room.
The plan seemed to be that Raefer would not join in on the fun, and would only serve as. referee, making sure that the girl did not decide to call the game to a halt. But before he went back to his little closet on the other side of the mirror, Marcia had the chance she had been hoping for to find out the truth.
Raefer was sporting the hardest prick she had ever seen! His eyes were dazed with perverted lust, and his hand massaged that aching rod before he even left the room. He was getting his jollies from watching other people in action!
Alex was still fucking her hard and strong, giving Marcia only a second to see the size of the newcomer to their private sex party. He seemed to be nearly seven feet tall, and lanky enough to be the star of some all-star basketball team.
This unknown stranger quickly stripped out of his clothes, and Marcia nearly fainted when she saw the way this one was hung. His prick was so long and wide that she couldn't believe it was all his.
It just couldn't be. Anything that size had to be manufactured and strapped on over his own.
But when he crawled onto the bed near where her head was being mashed against the pillows, the huge thing dangling right over her eyes told her that it was for real.
"Dinner's here! Gobble!"
"Buglubbbbbb."
She didn't protest. Her throat was full before she could get one word out. And he pressed it so hard into her gullet that she choked and sputtered before she began gasping for air.
It soon appeared that ther was going to be more than one hole bruised in the girl's body. She was going to be having some trouble swallowing as well as sitting. That was if she survived either one of those studs.
With his prick ramming all the way down her throat, and his balls bouncing off her eyelids, the new stud leaned over and began to maul her heaving breasts. His hands were also quite large, and wherever they rubbed at her body, big black marks were left behind.
He rubbed savagely, back and forth across her nipples and they soon became sore and ached!
The hard fucking her cunt was taking began to hurt again as well. Her hips and belly were being badly bruised by Alex every time he came crashing down on her. Both men must have known they were hurting her, but they couldn't have cared less.
As far as they were concerned, this all was included in the price. And what was Raefer doing about it, anyway? Supposedly standing behind the mirror in case she needed protection she knew that he was too busy watching it all and beating his meat to even think about doing anything to put a stop to it.
Pain faded into pleasure and then back into pain again. The waves of varying thrills kept rolling over her body until she could no longer tell the difference. Alex was fucking her so hard that she could tell how painful it was for him to even be breathing.
Her body was climbing so high that she knew she was in for the best orgasm ever. If they both just kept up with what they were doing to her for another couple of seconds she would have it.
But that opportunity quickly became lost to her. Alex was sobbing in painful gasps, and his body heaving great tremors as he shot a gushing load of come into the frantic girl. "Don't pull out."
"I've had it."
"No, you mustn't."
"Sorry, girl."
The man that had been fucking her mouth had pulled his dick out some time before he was about to shoot his load, and at first Marcia could not understand why. All she knew was that she had been left on the brink of one hell of a come, and now there wasn't a damn thing she would be able to do about it.
She was furious at both men, actually all three men for turning the table on her the way they had. Marcia had never minded servicing the men. But to be used like a piece of disposable liver the way she had, used and then thrown away as if she had no feelings at all really got to her.
The game was only fun when she was the one playing and winning. There wasn't much of a kick in being made a fool of by three black bruisers. Until they had taken her into the business, Marcia was as prejudiced against blacks as anyone else in their middleclass community.
But she had come to accept a black prick as easily as a white or yellow one. Now she was beginning to feel that prejudice all over again. The pretty little white girl had just been had, and not just in the sexual meaning alone.
This bunch of black men had finally succeeded in something that Raefer had not been able to do alone. They had turned her back into a middleclass teenage girl again, and that girl had always been spoiled rotten. Marcia had wanted her goodies and the bad black men had refused to give it to her.
"You're all a bunch of bastards."
"What's your problem, little lady?"
"What about me?"
"Okay. What about you?"
"Don't I get anything out of this?"
"Were you suppose to?"
"Now look you. I don't even know who you are or what the hell you're doing here. So shut up."
"You shouldn't talk to him that way."
"And you can go to fucking hell. You got your goodies so what the hell do you care?"
"They told me you were a nice little girl."
"Get out of here before I throw something at you."
"Tough little chick aren't you? I always dug a girl who fought for her goodies."
"Who are you to talk about anything? You couldn't even get your rocks off when you tried."
"Are you sure I was ready?"
"If you say something like you were just teasing me I am going to kill you. I'll find a way."
"Will you listen to the mouth on this one? She's just about five feet tall and she's going to kill the both of us. I'm getting to like you even more, little sweetie."
"Enough to help me out?"
Marcia had seen that she wouldn't get anyplace with those two by challenging them the way she was. They were only getting higher up on their collective horse. In spite of the argument that had been running between the three of them for several minutes now, she could still feel the urgent tingling in her cunt, telling her that she could still get off if they did something for her in a hurry.
So she made a quick change in tactics and flashed her most charming teenage smile at the both of them.
"Would you please give me that big prick of yours again? Only this time down here, if you don't mind?"
"If you put it that way, then I guess I can put it to you this way."
The nameless stud slid down now, and Marcia was relieved to see that his cock was big and hard as ever. If he had been the first to fuck her, she still would have been so tight that it might have split her in half. But going out of her mind now as she was for need of a come, the bigger, the better.
The big, black dude smacked it to her without ceremony. Marcia screamed with pain, but pushed down on the man's ass just the same. Before he was even halfway into her, they were screwing and humping madly.
Marcia was aware that the guy was working so fast to get her off in a hurry, and make sure she knew that he was doing it as an act of charity at the same time. Right at that moment she wouldn't have cared if both men were sitting there with their legs crossed and humping her with a dildo that size.
She was going to be just as humiliated when it was over, and just as spitting angry. But at least she was not going to be frustrated any more. Marcia could feel it bubbling up to the top of her cunt as soon as his prick slammed into her.
He was laughing at her now, making fun of her for needing it so much and Alex was laughing at her too. But the come was way up to the top now, and she arched her body tightly against his, and dug her nails into the flesh of his back as it exploded at last.
This time when the prick pulled out of her, the girl had a very sore, but a very satisfied hole. She was really ready to deal with these characters now, having learned more than all of them realized.
She and the girls weren't really playing any games with the studs, and they weren't even on the winning end of a contest. These guys were using them, and no matter how high the price that Raefer put on their cunts, those guys were still getting a bargain.
The only way in the world that the girls could come out of this with their heads held high was to beat them at their own game. And that was to leave them with their balls hanging.
CHAPTER TEN
"What are you calling this emergency meeting for? We've got tricks all over town waiting for us."
"You get your ass over here if you know what's good for you. And I mean that in more ways than one."
It took similar threats to all of the girls in order to drag them away from what they believed was going to be some fun times. But she finally succeeded in getting them all into her family playroom at the same time and called the meeting to order. "We've been screwed."
"Did you just get the news? We've all been getting screwed for months. Just the way we wanted."
"Not the way we wanted at all. I know we've been having ourselves some great kicks with the guys, and a lot of fun times with the money. But believe me we have received a royal screwing from every one of them. They think we're nothing more than half a dozen lumps of shit."
"What are you talking about? We get gifts, and some of them are real sweet to us."
"And what about later on? They're laughing at us behind our backs. Believe me when I tell you because I heard it myself."
"Then if you're right. What are we supposed to do about it? We're in this up to our necks."
"Cathy will have to be the one that gets us out. She got us into this in the first place. Besides, I think she's the only one who can talk and make them listen."
"I'll have to start with Cal and hope he'll take it from there. If not, we all have to put our heads together." I
"You think he'll be able to get us out of the whole business? I mean we are the business. Without the six of us, those guys don't have a pot to piss in."
"We could all wind up in the river."
"We're there anyway the way I see it. It's up to all of you. I'm willing to risk it."
Before their meeting was over, several of the girls needed a lot more convincing. But when all got to talking it out, there were several instances in which each of them could recall coming out way on the side of the losing end.
They were all convinced that the fun was gone out of it permanently for them. But they had learned enough if the rough side of life in their dealings to know that they wouldn't just walk up to Raefer, shake hands and it would all be forgotten.
But each in their own minds knew that if necessary they would go to the greatest lengths possible to get the group out of their committment to Raefer and the senator. The first step had to be a meeting with Cal, who wasn't about to take it lightly either.
Cathy would have to be the one to have to talk with him, and she was more than willing. All during the time that the group had been associated, she had come to see him as a man who possessed several exciting sides. He had gone back to school, and wasn't really concerned about keeping up with his end of the profits.
His major reason for coming back to Cedar Grove as often as he could manage it was to check on the girl's welfare, and especially on Cathy's. Hard as he fought it, knowing that loving a fourteen year old girl could only be considered perverted, Cal could not Keep himself away from her. And Cathy was well aware of his feelings.
Her taste for the romantic had flourished in the time she knew him. And when more customers came her way, and she saw how seedy men could really be, she came to appreciate Cal more and more.
If the girls decided to split, Cal could be left holding the bag and the responsibility for all their actions as well. So even if the girls got away with it and could go back to their high school proms and cheerleader sweaters, Cal could easily wind up in a cement overcoat.
She had called him long distance and asked him to meet her at the professional apartment which was not going to be used that night for any clients because all the girls had begged off sick. Since it was their first offense, Raefer had let it pass, thinking that they were all just feeling a little tired.
Cal opened the door and saw a very frightened and tearful young lady barely waiting to throw herself in his arms. Not once had he seen Cathy in such a humble condition, and it frightened him.
Holding her at arm's length, he looked her over carefully, searching for signs of a beating from some as yet unknown source. But there wasn't even the smallest bruise on her anywhere that he could detect. The remote possibility that she might be pregnant flashed through his mind. But he rejected it immediately, knowing that the girls had gone to great pains to order to avoid any such complications in their lives.
"Tell me all about it."
"I will."
"Aren't you ready to talk?"
"I do need your help, but I need some tender loving care first. Please make love to me, Cal."
Even the request for sex sounded so different now. She had always demanded her jollies, and put it into much more graphic terms than she was now. Her sadness, and the romantic terminology were really getting to him, and Cal was surprised to discover that all the lovely blueness surrounding her was turning him on to no end.
Disturbed as he was to know what was upsetting her so much, the urgent request for sex, and his own growing needs for the girl put it temporarily to the back of his mind.
"We'll have some sex, and work those tensions out of you. Then we'll have a nice, long talk. Okay?"
"Oh, yes."
The girl seemed most willing to follow Cal into the bedroom but when she got to the doorway, and stared down at the bed which was the symbol of all her troubles, she broke down and began to sob. At that moment, she looked like such a frightened little child that Cal almost felt guilty to have a throbbing erection.
She did not turn her back on him and try to walk away from the room. But neither did she walk in there willingly. Cathy just stood in the doorway, with her hands hanging limply at her sides, waiting for Cal to lead her wherever he wanted to go.
But when he took her hand and started leading her to the bedroom, he found no resistance at all in her body. They sat down together, and Cal put his arms protectively around the trembling girl. He might have thought about forgetting the sex altogether and gone straight to the heart of her problems, but just the warm closeness of the lovely young girl was giving him such an aching hard-on that he could not ignore it.
Cal knew that he had selfish motives for wanting to fuck her first and ask questions later. But he told himself that the sex would help her to relax, and this statement seemed to help his conscience. Still he made his motions as tender as possible when he began to help her undress.
There didn't seem to be any interest at all in what he was doing to her. She didn't fight him, nor did she do anything to cooperate. When he had the top portion of her body naked, and she had to he down in order for him to get her pants and panties off, she was willing to stretch out for him and move herself so that the clothes slipped off easily. But every move that she made was extremely passive.
Cal had to force himself to remember that this was the same girl who had actively seduced him on first sight at the tennis courts, and how very much she had loved her sex. If he did not keep that thought in mind, then his conscience would have gotten to him again, and he would have given up.
Naked now, the girl lay back on the bed like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be slaughtered. His hands were trembling as he got out of his own clothes now. Her entire attitude was more appealingly feminine than he had ever seen her look before.
And his erection was positively throbbing because of it. Her legs were not pressed together like an unwilling virgin, but they weren't wide open and inviting him in either. When he began to work them open wider with his hands, they spread willingly.
Suddenly, the girl threw her arms around his neck and tugged his head down to her cheek. She was sobbing as if her heart would break, and Cal went crazy with passion for her. He kissed all over her neck and then dropped his head down a little further so that he could suck greedily at her nipples. Her trembling seemed to ease somewhat now, and he felt her body starting to warm a bit.
This was the one and only indication he had that the screwing she begged for in the living room would really do her any good. Spurred on by this tiny change in her, but much more by the greater urgency in his own loins, Cal began to go wild over her with his hands and his mouth. Her body was heating steadily now.
"Don't you want this?"
"I need it."
"Then loosen up and fly right."
"I really am trying."
"Let go, Cathy. Just let it happen."
She began massaging the back of his neck and his shoulders now, but there wasn't much force in what she was doing. Her mind seeded to be telling her that sex was no longer to be enjoyed. But her the sake of Cal's erection, her body was saying something else entirely.
It was definitely heated now, and he felt her hips begin to quiver, and her pussy sliding back and forth against him. Her thighs were parting more and more, her knees coming up as a reflex action. At least she was making some conscious motions of her own now.
When Cathy felt the man's prick hitting up between her thighs, she moved her body up to meet it. But when he pushed inside there were none of the eager motions that he had been accustomed to with this girl. Cal knew now that it would be best if he would get his screwing over with quickly and the girl out of her misery.
While she was not making any conscious motions, the inner walls of her cunt were definitely seeping moisture, and it made Cal feel a little better to know that she was at least getting something out of it on an unconscious level.
The only thing giving him enough momentum to keep going was the need of his own body. He kept telling himself that she really would be better after the fuck, and when he felt her innards getting more moist, he was able to hang on to that thought long enough to get his body pumping past the point of no return.
Cathy was moving now, but all of her motions were completely mechanical. She was responding in the way that any hooker would to get her man off in a hurry, but she was doing it in the way that only the coldest and unfeeling of them would.
But Cal had come a long way on his own body motions, and just a few seconds later he was able to shoot a load into the girl. She lay still while he quivered his last.
No sooner had the eruption ended, that he quickly pulled out of her and moved away from the nearness of his warmth. Suddenly he was so guilty about having taken her body at all that he was not even able to look her straight in the eye.
She remained silent and motionless for some time, and her pathetic state made him start thinking as a doctor again. This was a time for his best bedside manner if there ever was one.
"Take a deep breath and tell me all about it."
"Did you know that those guys were making fun of us?"
"I'm not sure I know what you mean."
"Johnson, Raefer, and all the creeps they set us up with. They didn't like us at all."
"Sure they did, honey. I never saw a guy walk out of here that didn't say how satisfied he was with the quality of the merchandise."
"That's what I mean, Cal. We weren't sexy women to them. We weren't even nice girls. They were just using us. We were bought and paid for merchandise. Just like you said."
"You have to grow up a little, Cathy. You can't expect every guy that pays for a fuck to fall in love with you while he's at it. Those guys go to a lot of women for kicks."
"Then Marcia was right."
"Wheeling dealing Marcia? She was the one who always said we should take the guys for every cent they had."
"But that was because we thought we were all playing this great game, and the men were the suckers."
"What happened?"
"We found out that we were the suckers. It was only money to them. We lost a lot more."
Cal was suddenly dumbstruck. Although he had never intended it, he had still played a big part in taking advantage of these girls. Cathy was absolutely right. No hooker in the world ever got the best of her John. She provided a service for him like a maid, or the local laundry.
But she was never a real woman to any one of her men. They used her body, played out their little fantasies, and then left her behind like so much dirty linen. And no matter how pathetic those men may have seemed when they were in the middle of their sexual delusions, the hooker they played them out on was much more pathetic than they could ever be.
Because they were driven to her bed by their body's urges, and at least had some kind of explanation for their compulsions. Even the most hot-blooded of women didn't need to go to bed with an endless line of strangers in order to fulfill her needs.
She could probably find one special man who could fulfill all of them, and give her a real, deep relationship to enjoy at the same time. Not only would she have her needs satisfied in all the erotic ways possible, but she would feel womanly, and vitally human.
The girls had willingly, and under Cal's direction, entered into what they considered to be a joyous game. But it was methodically robbing them of their self respect, and finally taking away even their sense of femininity. Their emotional lives were starving to death, while their physical lives were being gorged past the point of satiation.
Either way they would die, even when the shells of them were still walking. Cal studied her expression now as she told him the various stories of girls being abused or mocked. She looked ten years older than when he had met her less than three months before.
And those ten years were not mature sophistication. They made her look weary and aging. Her bright, snappy eyes looked even bigger now. But they had the emotionally hungry look of starving orphans without home or love.
He was terribly ashamed of himself for having been the instrument of so much suffering. But he now realized that he was truly in love with a girl many years his junior. A girl who had known more men in a few short months than most women would know in a lifetime.
She had engaged in some sex acts which even to him were a bit disgusting, and he had stood by and let it happen. Although he had been involved in all of the swinging parties, and screwed every one of her girlfriends, singly and in combinations, Cal was still a man in love.
No man who felt that way about a woman, totally ever really wanted to see her screwing around. Not switching partners, or even at swinging parties. And certainly not to an endless line of strangers. Men no one could predict about what bizarre lengths they might go to with the girl. He had not only betrayed Cathy and her friends. There was no doubt in his mind that he had betrayed himself.
"We'll get you out of this."
"It's not too easy, is it?"
"No."
"Will they beat us up?"
"I don't think so. After all, you're all minors. They could get away with one, but not six.."
"What will happen to you?"
"I don't know."
"But Cal. They could kill you."
"If they do, it will be my own fault. I've been doing that to you straight along."
"I'm so scared. Scared for the both of us."
"Do you want to go back to keeping your appointments?"
"I couldn't. Not even one more. None of us could. We want to fight, but we're scared."
"Okay then. Listen to everything I say. Because it's going to be up to you if something happens to me."
"Will you talk to Raefer?"
"No one talks to Raefer. They try to communicate. If he hears all the dangers in this, we should be home free."
"What dangers for him?"
"That you will be hiding someplace where he can't get to you before you drop a signed statement from all you girls in the mail, addressed to the state police."
"Will I really be doing that?"
"You certainly will. And there will be a note from me in there, about my part and what I know of the senator and all his dealings. It can't hurt me much if I'm dead."
"Where will I hide? If something happens to you, and I mail that letter, they'll find all of us, and then we'll be at the bottom of the river right with you."
"No, you won't. Because you won't be alone while you're hiding. You'll have your father there with you."
"My father?"
"Yes. Because that's the first stop you're making when you leave here. Have him call all the other families and tell them the whole story right from the beginning."
"You don't know what you're saying!"
"I do. And for the first time in months."
"They'll all be upset with us, and the whole gang is going to spend a lot of time with shrinks. But they'll understand. They never do anything real bad to us. But what about you? They'll lynch you or whatever they do around here, if the syndicate leaves any part of you in one piece when they get the news."
"It doesn't matter. I probably won't be able to live with myself now that I see it all the Way you do."
"There's something else I have to tell you."
"It will wait. Because there's something I have to tell you first. I may never have another chance."
"What it it?"
"I love you. God help me. Because I don't understand how it happened. But I do love you."
"Oh, Cal. That was going to be my next line."
"Cathy, if we all survive this, I swear I'll go to the shrink right along with the rest of you."
"I'll tell my father what you said. He's a man, and I know he's screwed around some in this town. If he tries to act tough even after I tell him how you feel now, then I'll just take him on the side and warn him about what I know."
"At least the business had done you some good. You've. learned how to handle tight spots."
"I've gotten a lot of kicks out of this, and if I never see you again, there'll still be what we had. But to tell the truth, I wish I could go back to being a little girl again."
"Your friends are probably saying the same thing to each other right now. But nobody can go back in time."
"Do you wish you never came to Cedar Grove?"
"At times. But then I would never have known you. And I might have gone on to be a very narrow minded pussy doctor."
"Without a sense of humor. If you can still crack those jokes, when you're going out to face the firing squad, then I guess it's not so bad after all. Maybe there's a little hope."
"There's always hope. You were an arrogant little kid when I met you. But look at the smarts you've picked up."
"I feel so very old, and I haven't even tried out for the cheerleader's squad yet."
"For all your sakes, I hope Raefer doesn't force our hand. If we can keep this quiet, then maybe you girls can start leading normal lives again. And you can try out for that squad."
"Will you make love to me again? Right now before the cloud blows away and they find us."
"Make sure they put you in the poetry class. This experience should get you a best seller."
"Hurry up and fuck me."
This time they made mad, passionate love. The way it used to be for them, and even better. Because the new world of tenderness and understanding had opened up for both of them, and Cathy was finally carried into real womanhood with it.
The session didn't last very long, and yet it was the most satisfying they had shared to date. Cal did not let the girl leave the apartment until he had written his own personal note, and given her a list of details which the girls had to include in their own statement.
He was amazed that she showed no signs of fear now. And the years showing in her face had changed from merely weary to sadly mature. They shared a long and meaningful kiss. Then Cathy stuffed the notes into the front of her bra and snuck out of the building by a rear entrance just in case Raefer was hanging around.
Cal opened all the windows in the apartment now, even though it was a pretty cool night. The place was kept spotlessly clean by a daily maid, but still he felt as if the whole night atmosphere could not clean the stench out of the place.
He sat down on the ledge and stared up at the sky. The stars were up there, but they were hidden by some very sooty looking clouds. Still he knew that behind all that dirt, they were still shining as brightly as they had when Adam and Eve might have been lying in that clean garden and looking up at them on a night just like this.
Cathy and the girls were still bright and shining. The men may have been able to soil their bodies, and even to get some dirt into their minds, but deep inside them, where no other human being could ever reach, they were still as clean and deserving of the good life as they had been on the day they were born.
But aren't we all, he thought to himself. If he was lucky enough to get another chance, then he would not try to forget everything that happened, nor would he suggest to the girls that they try. It was better to remember.
Better to use what they had learned from the experience and appreciate that they had been able to see it for what it was and rise above it. If the girls did become happy, mentally healthy young women, going on to careers and loving families of their own, then they would have more reason to be proud of themselves than the girls who got there without ever being side tracked.
Because it was easy to lead a completely sheltered life and stay on only one track wearing blinders until they got to the end of the road that they had been put on by their families. Without ever thinking about what lay in any of the other directions, and never having a will of their own, even if it led to a little mud in the roadside.
If it all became public knowledge, he would lose his license for sure, and probably go to prison. But those girls would have to leave their families and their identities behind before they could even have a ghost of a chance at straightening themselves out.
But if it went no further than the senator's consent to let them go, Cal would still pay penance and he would do so willingly. No longer would he be treating women because that speciality paid so well. He would see them as the most precious of human beings, and far more complex, more worthy of admiration than most men would ever understand.
Those narrow minded, bigoted male chauvinists thinking that being born with balls made them the superior beings of the entire earth. And yet they destroyed more than they created, while they dragged the opposite sex down from the higher level on which they truly belonged.
Did those men really get the best of the girls? Cal rather doubted it. Because they would always be victim to their twisted passions, slaves to the penises that they were so very proud of.
But Cathy and the girls would now have control over their own desires, and the kind of insight that would enable them to enjoy their sexuality to the fullest.
Which was really the superior sex then? And were little girls ever really little. Or were they born women, superior beings, in a small sized body?
Suddenly Cal felt more like a man, more virile than he had ever felt in his life. Because he knew that he now had the courage to admit women as equals and to adore them without shame.
