Within the past two years several states in the United States have passed abortion laws. For those states this has not been an easy task. In order for a politician to vote for such a measure, he must be very sure that the majority of those who elected him want such a law passed. Simple? Not quite.
The voting public in the United States is greatly different from that of any other country. The Protestants were the first to settle in what was then a wilderness. The Catholics came later and it took them well over one hundred years to establish a voting block in any state. Even now the Protestants outnumber their Catholic brethren in all but two states of the Union and in those two there are other religions to consider.
Yet, the archaic laws directly influenced by the Pope have remained the laws of the states.
And there are few politicians who will risk sticking their necks out far enough to possibly get them chopped off.
This story, of the wife of a minister of the gospel, is a plea for the liberalization of such laws.
The author rightly contends that it is up to the individual concerned, necessarily the woman, whether or not she carry a bastard child in her womb for nine months, giving her very life blood in support of her burden, or whether she shall rid herself of it in the first two months of its inception.
As demonstrated in this story, the decision was almost entirely up to the woman, Virginia. She and her husband had been childless for four years. One day she is attacked and raped by a gang of toughs who are sought by the police. One of them, the one she hopes is the father of her child, simply does not belong with the rest. At the end of the horrific day she tries to protect this boy from the police and later from her husband. She is successful. Then, when her memory is blurring, when she no longer dreads each day, she discovers she is pregnant.
Virginia knows immediately that she will keep the child. It is hers. For her it is as simple as that. Not so for her husband because there is no doubt in his mind that the child is not his.
Her problem is compounded. She has to decide whether to run the risk of losing her husband's affection and if she does this will her having a child compensate her for that loss? She takes a gamble and it pays off.
The author has stated his position on the subject: all laws, whether good or bad, eventually are in conflict with the individual. The same individual must work within the law, yet must somehow satisfy their own beliefs, religious ones, when the two are in conflict.
The central character in this story, Virginia Scholling, does just that. Her solution might not work-probably would not work-for many others. Her solution is based on her beliefs and her immediate situation. If she had had other children it might have been different. But, the important thing is-it was her decision.
She could have made the other decision because the laws of the state where she resided had been changed only the year previously. It would have been simple. But, what about the millions of other women in other states of the Union who will find themselves in similar circumstances? They will have no choice in the matter. That should not be.
-THE PUBLISHERS
Prologue
Mrs. Peter Scholling-Virginia-wife of the minister, lay in her bed in the hospital room that was filled with flowers. She looked at all the lovely bouquets that had been sent to her from so many well wishers and fought back the tears that stingingly blinded her eyes.
Her glance traveled to her favorite bunch of flowers, twelve red roses, long stemmed, bearing a card that was signed simply BeeBee.
Then the door opened and a nurse, all smiles and goodness, her uniform crackling with starch, came into the room with a bundle of soft blue blanket in her arms.
"Mrs. Scholling, here is your fine son. He is a beautiful boy. Beautiful." She laid the precious bundle carefully in Virginia's outstretched arms. "Such a lovely picture you make! I never tire of it, a mother and her child. If you want anything don't hesitate to buzz." She left the room, casting a genuine smile at Virginia before she disappeared through the door.
Virginia looked at her baby with the utmost care. She loved him immediately. He was all red and wrinkled and soft and sleeping. She snuggled him close to her milk-filled breasts and studied him carefully.
Even though she wouldn't admit it to herself, she was looking for any sign of a drooping eye, or idiocy or...what? she asked herself. Nothing. It couldn't possibly matter. He was hers, she had carried him in her womb, carefully, under the constant strain of emotional upset. But he was here now, he was hers, and she could only hope and pray that he would be accepted by her husband, Peter.
As though on cue Peter stepped through the door. He stopped just inside, all six feet, two inches of him, and looked toward the bed. Slowly a smile spread across his handsome face and he moved swiftly to the bed, leaned his blond head down to her face, and kissed her tenderly. He took her hand in his and sat on the bed.
"So this is our son!" he exclaimed, holding up the corner of the blanket. Virginia burst into tears.
Peter cradled her in his arms, the baby too, and said, "Virginia, don't let our son see you crying. Not on his first day on earth. That's no way for a mother to act."
Virginia wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue Peter furnished her. "Oh, Peter, I've been so worried...I should have trusted you and your goodness. Forgive me."
"There is nothing to forgive you for, my wife. It is I who must ask forgiveness. Perhaps I can atone for my past sins by being a good father. He's a fine boy," Peter told her, looking into her eyes.
"Oh, Peter, pray for us. I do so love you." She gripped his strong hand tightly in hers.
Peter didn't stay long. He had other patients to visit. But his visit had been long enough to bring the relief she needed. She could never have asked more from him than that he accept her son as his own. He had wanted her to have an abortion when he had first learned of her pregnancy. She had refused. She had stubbornly clung to and protected the life inside her, the baby that now slept peacefully in her arms.
And she had held onto Peter, too-she knew now. She had protected Billy Boy, had found him a job in the community and happily saw him dating Pam and the two of them undoubtedly heading for the altar. And she had faced the community, had indeed held her head high and stared down the insulting glances of the matrons of the church.
She spoke to her son. "I did it all for you, my son. I did it for myself, too. I had to. I have given you life in more ways than one, angel. Thank you for being here." She hugged the tiny life close to her breasts and couldn't help but cry. Soon she slept, her mind and thoughts drifting back to a day nine months previously, a hot day that had started in her garden.
CHAPTER ONE
Virginia was sitting on her haunches, rosebush spade in hand, sweating. She had been perspiring freely for the past half hour so that her thin dress clung to her hips in a maddeningly sensuous way. She idly pulled the material away from her thighs and went back to her digging.
"I don't understand," she complained to herself. She was, as far as she knew, alone in the privacy of her garden. What she had reference to not understanding was the affect the garden spade had on her. She loved the feel of it. The wooden handle was hard and cool to the touch. She held the small tool in front of her and spoke to it.
"You cause me trouble, you know. I look forward to holding you in my hand every day and making you do what I want you to." She giggled at her own foolishness and thought to herself that she might be losing her mind. "Not many people would talk to you," she laughed, looking at the spade before shoving it back into the soft earth.
Her mind was playing tricks on her. She felt for some reason that she was not alone, that there were people watching her. "Ridiculous idea," she said aloud, but she could not shake the feeling. She made herself check over mentally the preparations she had made for the two lovely girls who were coming to tea that afternoon. Satisfied that everything was in order in that direction, she thought about Peter, her husband.
She spent a lot of time thinking about Peter. He was gone a great deal of the time, unusual for a minister, leaving Virginia to her own doing. Mainly she tended her rose garden and dreamed of having children. She knew that Peter wanted children too, but neither of them would consult a doctor and find out why they had not had any. She knew almost certainly that it was her fault, not his. But there was a corner of her mind that denied this to her even as she thought it. It had occurred to her often enough that he had the same fear-that he was sterile and in some way lacking in his manhood-but she had never spoken to him about it.
There were a great many things she had never spoken to Peter about, now that she thought about it. "I don't even know if I love him," she said aloud, then checked herself for voicing such a terrible thought.
They had grown up as neighbors. Peter had gone into the ministry and Virginia had virtually been saved for him by her parents and his. They had gotten married as a matter of course when he'd completed his schooling and after a short honeymoon had settled into this small town that served a largely farm community. Both their parents were satisfied with their throwing the two of them together and their only disappointment coincided with Virginia's. After four years of marriage she was still childless.
She had the eerie feeling again that she was not alone. "I am losing my mind," she spoke softly, then stood up. She pulled her clinging dress away from her body and blew down the front of it, the cool air giving relief to her hot breasts which strained against the light material.
"And I'm getting fat," she said as she headed for the coolness of the house.
Virginia was about five yards from the door when she saw something move behind a bush.
She stopped, startled, and listened intently. She was sure she heard a twig snap, but she dared not look around. Silly, she thought, that she should be afraid or have a premonition of danger in the broad daylight, the sun shining brightly and the thermometer standing at 85 degrees. She took a couple of steps in the direction of the door before she saw him. He stepped out from behind the bush and looked at her, causing her to freeze in terror in her tracks.
"You 'lone, lady?" he drawled, thumbs hooked into the pockets of his dirty jeans.
Virginia couldn't answer. She realized that others were approaching her from behind, how many she had no idea. His eyes made her suddenly aware of her flimsy dress and the way her breasts strained against the top of it, and the full curves of her hips tightly encased in the light summer material. She put her hand to her throat and tried to answer, her mind racing for words that would cause him to take flight, but nothing came out.
"Yeah, you're alone. Come on, boys," he said, then moved toward the door of the house, turning his back on Virginia.
She thought she would faint. She couldn't move. Someone took her arms and she was aware that two people had her firmly in their grip. They marched her up the three steps to her own house and pushed her gently through the door the fir A boy was holding open.
Just being in familiar surroundings gave Virginia some courage. "What do you want? And who are you?" she demanded and tried to struggle free.
"I'm Leon, sorta the leader of this pack of wolves," the first one chuckled and grinned lewdly at her. His right eyelid hung down over his eye, giving it an evil squint. There was a small scar that started just under his eyebrow and ran up toward his forehead. He was a near yellow with kinky hair and big lips. Virginia guessed he was effecting what was known as "natural hair" since his head looked like a bush rather than a head of hair.
"And," he continued, "that Pico," he smiled, indicating to Virginia another boy whose hair was full of grease and pasted down to his head. Her eyes moved over him, fully. He had on trousers that outlined his sex clearly. Virginia tore her eyes away from him, her face flushed and hot.
"She like me. You see that, huh? She look right at my pico. Man, Leon, you pick a good fuck. Yeah, man, let's get on that now." He ran his tongue over his lips and his eyes rubbered over Virginia. He made a move in her direction.
Virginia drew back in horror, folding her arms concealingly over her breasts as she did so. She didn't know what to do. They had surrounded her in her own home and she had no doubt as to their intentions. They were mere boys, she told herself hopefully, maybe...
"Das Whitey, or James," Leon said, indicating a large boy with a stupid look on his face, interrupting her thoughts.
Virginia looked at James. Stupid was the first word that occurred to her. He seemed to be slobbering. Probably an idiot, she thought, and her body was suddenly cold and her flesh full of goose bumps.
"Some chick, Leon," James said, drooling. Virginia turned away in disgust and fear.
"And dat, lady, dat Billy Boy. We think he a Honkie, but say no. He a good Honkie, but a Honkie," he laughed, then punched Billy Boy on the shoulder.
Of the four of them, Virginia knew that the last one, Billy Boy, would be her only salvation. He had soft brown eyes, like her own, and she knew that he would have some compassion. His complexion was somewhere between cream and white and he had a loose control of himself that she liked. He tried to smile at her but couldn't quite manage. "Hello, ma'am," he said.
"Hear that, lady. He even talk like a Honkie. Sure enough." Leon said, giving the boy a push away from him.
"Sure a hot day. Got any beer, lady?" Leon wanted to know, leering at her, his one drooping eye giving him a crazy look.
Virginia took a deep breath and spoke to Leon. She prayed that her voice would not tremble and betray her absolute fear. "You are in the home of a minister. We do not drink beer. I want you to state your business and then leave." Suddenly she was trembling all over. She knew before she had finished speaking that they weren't going to leave. Three of them laughed at her. Billy Boy didn't. He stood quietly, his head lowered, not looking at her.
"Hey, man," Pico said to Leon, "I make a quick dash to the wheels and bring it in, O.K.? Man, I have a thirst." He started toward the door.
"Wait a fucking minute," Leon spoke sharply. "We gotta see what's here, man. Gotta make sure this lady wanta put us up for a couple of hours." He turned to Virginia, frightening her all over again with his weird eye. "You lone here, lady?"
Virginia was not in the habit of lying. She couldn't for the life of her think of anything but the truth anyway. She swore for not being able to get control of herself and get rid of these four boys; she seemed to be paralyzed with fear. "Yes," was all she could think of to say.
"Das good. Wanna take us on a little tour of the manse, lady?" Leon asked, taking her arm.
Virginia tried frantically to withdraw her arm from his grip, hut it was hopeless. He dug his fingers cruelly into her flesh and moved her forward through the dining room to the living room. They stopped, the three other boys behind them, and Leon surveyed the room.
"Pico, close those blinds. Don't get in front of the window, prick," he said smoothly, laughing shortly at the stupidity of the boy Pico.
"Man, don't talk to me like that. I ain't gonna show this fucking neighborhood what they missing by not having me around for stud. You always..." Pico replied, closing the heavy drapes. It occurred to Virginia that he didn't seem to be in the least offended by what Leon said to him.
"Shut the fuck up!" Leon told him. Then to Virginia, "Let's see what you got in the way of hick pads-beds-lady." He guided Virginia up the carpeted stairway.
Virginia dug her heels into the carpet at the head of the stairs. She couldn't bring herself to open the door of the bedroom she shared with Peter. Somehow it seemed a desecration of everything about their marriage. Leon laughed cruelly at her hesitation and flung open the door.
Leon whistled low and long as he looked about the room. Virginia felt a hand enclose the soft fullness of her buttocks and struck out at it frantically. Leon laughed. "James boy, you keep yore hand off that ass 'til I tell you. Dat'll be after I finish with it. Lady, you got a whole acre of bed for fucking, dere. We make use of dat, later." He winked at her with his good eye. Virginia tried to pull her arm away from his grasp, but it was just as hopeless as it had been before. She wanted to cry but strangely there were no tears and her eyes scraped against the dry sand beneath her eyelids.
Leon guided her out of that bedroom and opened the door to the bathroom. "Purty," was his only comment before pushing her ahead of him to the next door. He opened the door to the guest room and peered in. "'Nother purty good fuck room, men," he chuckled then pushed her back toward the stairs.
Once in the living room Leon permitted Pico to go to the car for beer. Virginia made a mental note of the fact that he went out the back door, meaning to her that the car must be parked somewhere in the alley. That meant that it would never be seen by any police car that might be cruising by. Not that many ever did, but she felt sure they were being sought by the police. She decided to find out. She jerked her arm forcefully away from Leon and stumbled backward because he had let her go. James caught her.
She felt herself enveloped in his powerful arms, the throbbing hardness beneath his trousers pressing against the soft yet firm mounds of her buttocks. She thought she would be sick. He slobbered against her neck, pressing his fat lips against her flesh. She struggled to release herself. "Knock off, man!" Leon allowed. James immediately stopped. Virginia moved away from him and collapsed into a chair. She put her hands in her face and would have cried except for Leon. He sat himself down on the edge of her chair and ran his hand over her hair. "Soft," he whispered.
Virginia moved her head away from his comforting hand. "Please. Go away. Take whatever you want and leave. I'll never tell anyone you were here. Never. I promise," she said, trying to look the droopy-eyed Leon in the face.
"Aw, lady, we cain't. Naw. Law after our asses. Sure 'nough. They ain't gonna find us here, now, is they? We good, good boys, just gon' a little stray of de pigs. They a gruntin' and a searchin' and they ain't gonna never look here. Not for a long while. You gonna get to like us, you'll see. You quite a woman, you is. Yesssiiir," he told her, then tried to put his hand down the front of her dress.
Virginia lashed out at him with her fingernails. She managed to scratch hard enough to draw blood on his arm, just below the elbow. He acted as though he didn't even notice. He got up from the chair, walked over to the near white drapes and casually wiped off the blood. He then turned and looked at her.
"You hungry for prick, lady. What your name? Huh? What that minister man who don't fuck you 'nough call you?" he teased. Virginia ignored him. "ANSWER, GODDAMMIT!" he bellowed, striding across the room and jerking her head back by the hair.
"Virginia," she whispered, looking at him as though he were dirt, "Virginia," she repeated.
"How long 'go you quit living up to dat name, VIR...GIN...YA?" He laughed.
"I...you're mistaken...we are a Christian household...we...please!" Virginia managed before she broke into tears.
"Lady Virgin, you may be just dat, but you don't wear no bra. None. Now I knowed a few virgins in my life and they all wear bras. Yeah. Dey ain't even married to ministers of de gospel. You? Huh, Lady Virgin? Why ain't you got them nice tits hung up in one of dem contraptions? Huh? You married to a minister, too? You puttin' me on, lady." He stood before her, mocking everything she stood for.
Virginia swore at herself for not putting on a bra this morning of all mornings. It had been her decision at breakfast that she would not wear one. Peter had informed her that he would in all probability be gone for the whole night since he was driving to the next town to meet with the bishop. It had been so hot and muggy and she wanted to feel absolutely free while working in the garden, so she decided to be daring and not wear a bra since no one would be seeing her until after lunch. Why? she asked herself, of all days today?
Virginia didn't bother to answer Leon. Pico had returned with the beer, two cases of it. He stood in the living room door, looking from one to the other, at Billy Boy lying on the floor, at James breathing through his nose with his eyes glued to Virginia and at Leon standing above her.
"You ain't already fucked her, have you, Leon?" he wanted to know in a bleating voice.
"No, you muther. Get dat fucking beer open. We all thirsty. You want a beer, VIR...GIN?" He howled. "I asked you a question, bitch!" he bellowed, pulling her head back by the hair.
"Yes, thank you, I shall," Virginia replied, smiling up at him. Just as she hoped it would, her acceptance was more disconcerting to him than her refusal. He hesitated and looked shrewdly at her, seeming to her to focus her into his mentality with his drooping eye.
"Give da lady a beer, Pico," he ordered finally, then walked away from her and seated himself on the couch.
"Sure, Virginia," Pico said, coming to her side with a frosty can of beer, pronouncing her name as one says virgin in Spanish. "You drink. Good. Muy bien," he said, then grabbed her large breasts in his hand.
Virginia smashed his face with the can of beer. It sloshed out of the opening and ran down his cheek. Leon sprang off the couch like a wildcat and in what seemed to Virginia to be one lightning movement, slammed his fist into Pico's face. He sprawled back onto the floor, his tight trousers revealing that he had a partial erection. Virginia turned her eyes away from him in horror. She was angry with herself for noticing such a thing.
"You muther fucker, I told you ain't nobody gonna touch her 'til I had my fill. I stomp de shit out your ugly face you even look like you gonna touch 'er gin." Leon told the supine Pico. "You understand dat American jazz?" he-demanded of Pico, his foot lifted above his face ready to make good his recent promise.
"Oh, man, I jest couldn't resist just a touch, man. I ain't had any for two days, not since Sunnydale and..." he whined, moving his face away from Leon's threatening boot.
"Shut yore fuckin' face, man, you tell everything. Git up!" he ordered Pico. "You all understand dis. Now! I gonna be first as always. I find her, I fuck her. Den, after me, well...we'll see." He looked at each one of them, reassuring himself of his leadership, then walked like a strutting peacock to the couch and sat down facing them.
Virginia looked frantically around the room for a weapon or some way of escape and then slowly realized that her situation was virtually hopeless. Oh God! her mind screamed, there has to be some way! She cowered helplessly against the seat of the chair struggling to think of something that would offer even the slightest chance to her. If. . . if, she thought, I could split them up. . . if I can make them fight each other...perhaps I could get away.
She had already noticed the antagonism between the leader, Leon, and the other one, Pico.
"Is he always first?" she asked Pico tauntingiy-
The boy smoothed his long greasy hair back with a dirty hand and reached down and scratched nervously between his thighs before he answered, "Depends. Thees time he found you. El tiene...he is right. He gotta go first."
"Porqiie?" Virginia asked.
"Hot damn, she speak Spanish," Pico yelled, smiling broadly and revealing almost perfect white teeth. "Mire, Amada..."
"Pico, I have to tell you once more to shut your fuckin' face, I gonna shut it for you. You wanna talk, you talk American, unnerstan'? " Leon said, taking a deep drink of his beer. He crushed the can in his hand and threw it to Pico. "Bring me another."
"Porque tiene que sirvirle?" ("Why do you serve him?") Virginia asked, hoping to cause a fight if it would take their minds off her long enough to permit her escape. Just as she had expected he would, Pico started to answer her in Spanish, a normal reaction for anyone whose English was as bad as his.
Leon was on his feet before Pico had said two words.
"Okay, okay, so I forget," Pico said, backing away from Leon. "She onlv sav I cute. You know?" He flashed a big smile at Leon, who spoke no Spanish.
"Menguado!" Virginia threw at Pico, calling him a coward and using a distasteful word at that.
The effect on Pico was amazing. "Callese, Perra!" he managed to yell at her before Leon's fist connected with his month.
Virginia had forgotten about the other two. When Pico returned the blow, she sprang from her chair and leaped for the door. Suddenly she hit the floor with a jarring crash under what seemed to her a ton of weight. James lay on top of her, his hard ridge of flesh between his legs pressed into her crotch, his slobbering mouth searching for hers. Virginia screamed, breaking up the fight she had started between Leon and Pico.
Leon kicked the bull-like lames in the side. He expelled his dirty breath over Virginia's face, then rolled off her. "She was trying to get away, Leon," he blubbered, holding his ribs where Leon had kicked him, "Yeah. So you gonna fuck her while she move toward de door, huh? Git up, Whitey, just to yore knees. You gonna crawl back to yore coiner." Leon said in a cold voice.
James did as he was ordered. He got to all tours and crawled away from Leon. "Hee...bee...hee..." Pico laughed. "You a dog man." he said as Virginia was getting up from the pool with the help of Leon. She marveled that that idiot Pico should be laughing at James.
"Okay, VIP,...GIN lady, you try that once more, you finish. Take dat dress off. We see how much a woman you are, bitch," Leon growled, dropping his hand from her arm.
CHAPTER TWO
Virginia couldn't do it. She made a dash for the door leading into the hack part of the house. There was a phone there and if she could just get the operator, perhaps someone could save her. She realized that the moment of truth had arrived. All her defenses were gone. She had only taken a couple of steps before Leon stopped her.
"VIR...GIN, you gonna take dat dress off or you wanna me to take it off for ya? Huh?" he asked, leering at her with his drooping eve. Since she did not respond, he continued, "I like dis dress, babe, real nice." He ran his hand down her back and over her quivering buttocks.
"Look, boys," Virginia said, in a last desperate hope, "you've had your fun, now it's time to stop before someone gets hurt. I won't even
Loon was standing alongside her, his mouth slightly open, his natural hair sprouting from his head in the form of a bush. He had his eyes glued to her large breasts. She looked at the dog-like James who was still on all fours in the corner. He looked even more like a dog. He was drooling at the mouth and his eyes were glued to the totality of her. He seemed to be panting. She knew before she looked what she would see when she looked at Pico. He reminded her of a rooster. He stood on tip-toe, somehow caught in the act of rocking on his feet and having stopped off balance, rapidly blinking his eyes and letting his hungry gaze travel over her body again and again. She realized the effect she had on him because of the long ridge of flesh that visibly strained against the cloth of his trousers. Finally, she turned her gaze to Billy Boy. He was looking at her from half closed eyes, seemingly fearful that he would be caught in the act of peeping on a nude lady.
The labored breathing from the four boys was the only sound in the room. Virginia studied each of them closely, trying to find an ally among them. She thought that her only hope would be Bills Boy. He had hardly spoken during the last hall-hour and he had seemed shy and somehow protective of her. James she gave up as a lost cause. She figured him for a near idiot. He hadn't come up with an intelligent statement since he had entered the house. She felt that he might have confused his identity with that of a dog. He certainly seemed to lie acting like it.
Virginia knew that if she was smart and shrewd, she would be able to pit Pico against Leon. How, she didn't know, but she promised herself that she would find a way.
She looked sideways at Leon and wondered what his breaking point was. She certainly hadn't seen it demonstrated thus far and thought that perhaps he didn't have one. "But all men do." she told herself without realizing that she had spoken aloud.
"What you done say to me?" Leon asked, almost softly.
"Nothing." Virginia said, startled that she had spoken aloud.
"You a little plump, but you nice, VIR...GIN lady," he told her, moving in close to her and taking her breast in his large hand.
Virginia slapped it away. He laughed. "Okay, have it your way. I gonna have another beer first anyways. You just stand dere so's I can look at you while's I have my beer. You want another?"
Virginia didn't bother to answer. She heard him snap his fingers and saw Pico somewhat in a blur as he clashed by. Seconds later she heard the sound of a flip-top can being opened and felt the coldness of it being pressed into her breast. Pico was forcing a can of beer against her hand. She took it and said in Spanish, "Mu-chias gracias, cobarde."
"You no call me that, lady," he flared, then turned to Leon and said, "She call me coward. Bitch! Perra in Spanish, lady." He looked at the laughing Leon pleadingly, then "Please, let me fuck her. I show her who ain't no coward. Please, Leon." He rubbed his long, hard penis with his hand and seemed to quiver in pain.
"Mebbe you is...and mebbe you ain't. Fuckin' her first ain't gonna prove it one way or the other. I'm the...how you call me in Spanish, man?" Leon retorted in a slow, drawling voice.
"Jefe. Je...fe. Hef...fee, that is what I call you 'cause you the leader," Pico told him, continuing to rub his cock.
"Maybe you should call him patron," co-barde," Virginia put in.
Pico's face became white with anger. He opened his mouth and emitted a long wail of a scream as much at Leon's laughter as at what Virginia had said. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a switchblade knife. He held it up and shot the skinny blade from it. He held the knife before her face and said in a hissing voice, "One more time that word, I carve your face! Pico is no cobarde! Never!"
Virginia was on the point of fainting. But she didn't feel as though she could relent now. She clenched her fist alongside her nude body and said,"You are very brave, hombre, so much so in fact that you would attack a defenseless woman. Muy macho," she finished with disgust.
"Put dat fuckin' knife away. Dere any cuttin', I's gonna do it. Is about ready to cut into dat soft little cunt with my own tool," Leon said, stepping in front of Virginia. "You ready to get fucked?" he asked her softly.
Virginia didn't answer. Her terror seemed to have frozen her vocal cords. She stood numbly in front of him, her mind racing, trying to figure out something to stop the mad scene altogether -if not that, to at least slow it down. "I...it's that time of the month," she whispered, a natural blush coming to her cheeks just by saying any such thing to a male.
"Shee...it, VIR...GIN, you 'spect me believe dat? You ain't even wearin' de rag," he laughed, then hooked his finger into the lips of her vagina.
Virginia screamed. If she had thought the whole thing was some kind of play acting up to now, his fingers violating her in a way her husband had never thought of doing shattered all her dreams. She slapped his face soundly.
Leon was furious. He drew back his hand to hit her, but stopped. The telephone ringing broke through Virginia's scream and suspended his actions. His drooping eye almost closed. He stood for a moment, his arm drawn back, then slowly lowered it. His one good eye pinned hers and he spoke, "You gonna answer that phone, lady. Gimme dat knife," he spoke over his shoulder to Pico. He caught the thrown knife without difficulty and caused the blade to spring out. He moved the edge of it to her cheek and forced her left arm behind her back. He moved her to the telephone.
"Now, lady, you just say hello real normal like and your face'll stay as pretty as ever." He spoke into her ear in a controlled voice.
Virginia picked up the phone and put the receiver to her ear. She felt like fainting.
"Mrs. Scholling?" a young, feminine voice asked, then without waiting for an answer, "I want to tell you that Pam and I may be a little late. Not more than thirty minutes. Is that all right? Mother wants me to run an errand for her downtown and we've just started dressing. We won't be later than two, though, Mrs. Scholling."
"Mary," Virginia blurted into the phone. She felt the sharp point of the knife prick her skin. She recovered rapidly.
"Are you all right, Mrs. Scholling?" the voice asked.
"Yes. Yes, of course. Be as late as you like. Perhaps another day..." she started when the phone was jerked out of her hand.
Virginia felt herself picked up from behind after a hand had been placed over her mouth. She stopped struggling and let Pico rest his hard, hot sex against her backside. She had to hear what Leon was saying into the phone.
"Hello, this is Tom, Mary," Leon said into the phone. "No, we haven't met. I'm Mrs. Scholling's nephew. I think I'll wait until you get here before I leave. I'd like to meet you. I think auntie would like me to, also." He stopped talking and listened. Virginia could hear the girlish laugh come out of the phone. "Whose coming with you? Oh, yes, Pam. Yes, auntie mentioned your names but I had forgotten. Don't be late, now. Bye," he said, then hung up the phone. He turned to Virginia with a sickening grin on his face.
"So much for the language barrier," he said, dropping his dialect. "We better get on with that fuck. I'll want to rest a little before they get here." He laughed brutally. "Guess who's coming to tea?" he asked the boys.
"A couple of chicks," he said without waiting for an answer. "Stop me, Auntie if I have their names wrong. Mary and Pam. We're all gonna get enough fuckin' to last for a while," he gloated. "They'll be here about two. Maybe two-fifteen. They liked my voice, so they may even be early. Get her on the floor!" he ordered Pico.
Virginia was thinking entirely of the girls. It was bad enough what she was going through, but she felt that she could stand it. She would never be able to bear seeing those two nice girls treated in a like manner. She felt that her whole world was caving in on her. She didn't resist at all as Pico bent her back and made her lie on the floor.
She looked at Leon undressing. "Please, Leon, don't hurt the girls. It'll be my fault, don't you see? Please," she begged. A tear slipped down her cheek.
Leon had taken off his dirty shirt. He had broad shoulders and large muscled arms. He tore at his belt, then unzipped his trousers and removed them. He removed his underpants and stood above her, his thick, swollen penis dangling. "You be a good fuck, I see what's I can do." He eased down on top of her and forced his mouth onto hers.
The heat of his lips seared Virginia's. She was hardly conscious of what was happening to her. Her thoughts still whirled frantically on the girls and some way to warn them. He forced his large probing tongue inside her mouth and down into her throat. She tried to move her head away but her sapped strength was no match for his. He slid his tongue in and out of her mouth and down far into her throat.
"You like that, bitch?" he asked, drawing his mouth away from hers. She didn't answer. She was crying and the tears continued to run down her cheeks.
Leon moved his hungry searching mouth to her breasts. He covered one large nipple with his lips then slowly moved his tongue around it. He sucked the whole thing into his mouth and then forced his jaws together.
"Oh...Ahh," Virginia moaned, somehow liking the sensation and being disgusted by it at the same time.
"Ahhh, AAHHH," she moaned as he moved his hot mouth to her other breast and sucked and bit at it.
Her nipples hardened immediately. She felt as though they were on fire. From somewhere deep inside her a flame flickered...started
. . slowly...and tried to break out of her bodv through her nipples. She cried out and Moved her head from side to side and his hungry hot mouth kept up its relentless sucking and biting and tonguing of her breasts.
Virginia wanted to grab his head and force it down fully on her ample breasts, she suddenly realized in shamed horror. Somehow her whole system seemed out of focus. Her husband had never treated her in such a manner, had never excited her before having intercourse. Certainly not in the middle of the day with three people looking on. Pico stood above the two of them, his grin lascivious and wicked. He had his long, throbbing penis out of his trousers and he was running his hands up and down the length of it.
Virginia felt the heat rising and licking at her breasts. She was shamed and outraged that her nipples were hard and eager for his hot mouth. She opened her eyes and saw his bushy head moving down her body. Then she felt his tongue tracing the curve of her flesh right to the pit of her stomach. Against her will she moved her hips up to meet the heat of him.
Leon raised his head and looked at her, arresting her gaze with his own. He smiled crookedly at her before returning to his business. His tongue seemed to be burning holes into her. She closed her eyes and tried to keep control of her body.
Leon did not stop. He nibbled at the flesh of her soft, smooth stomach and then moved on down until his chin rested on the silken curled mound of her vagina. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the odor of her. Then he moved his mouth to the beginning of her inner thigh and worked his tongue from there to the pink lips of her moistening vagina. He knew that her flesh was a seething mass of movement. He realized also from her eager trembling that she had never been properly fucked. He decided to take it easy.
"FUCK HER, MAN. FUCK HER!" Pico yelled, standing above the two of them with his prick in his hand.
Leon looked up at him and said, "Git de fuck away from here. You have her when I through." He lowered his head and poked his red tongue against the pink, wet lips that seemed to be breathing a warm, scented welcome to him. He moved her legs apart gently with his hands and shoved the probing tip of his tongue tenderly into her soft pinkness of her involuntarily flowering slit.
"Oh...Ooooooh," Virginia moaned under him, moving her legs further apart.
Leon needed no further encouragement. He took her legs in his hands and moved them apart and up and sinking his searching lips into her eager warmth. He bit down hard.
"Ahhhhh...Ah...Ooooh," Virginia moaned and whipped her body about under his face.
Leon rammed his tongue all the way into the tight beckoning heat of her writhing body and then withdrew it, curving it upwards into the constricting walls of her soft, velvet opening, catching and playing with her stiff clitoris, causing her to move frantically as she thrust upward to meet his face.
For Virginia the whole thing was maddening. Her body was betraying her. She had never experienced such jolting sensations of pleasure. His hot tongue moving in and out of her most scent place was more than she could bear. It took all her energy to keep command of her body. She wanted to throw her legs around his bushy head and draw him deep into her with his hot, probing, teasing tongue. She knew that she was going to reach orgasm...the first time in her life. Everything deep inside her was burning for release. She pitched and rolled under him again and again. Forcefully she stopped herself from wrapping her soft, white legs around him. Then just as she was on the point of bursting, he quit.
"You like that, huh?" she heard him ask as her body was robbed of its pleasure.
Virginia threw her arm over her eyes. All the shame of the world descended upon her. She began again to cry, whether from disappointment or shame she didn't know. But the tears seemed to wash away some of the pain.
"Whitey, crawl over here," Leon said to the slobbering James who huddled in the corner.
Virginia felt the floor move as he crawled across it. She set herself ready for further shame and degradation, then decided that there couldn't really be any more after her most recent actions and feelings.
"You wanna eat some of dis sweet stuff, Whitey?" Leon asked, rubbing James's head. "Good. You got the biggest tongue, and she ready to explode. You get that big ol' tongue of yours right up in there. I'll be up here," he told him, taking her breasts in his hard hands.
"I'm supposed to fuck her after you, Leon," Pico said pleadingly, moving toward them.
"I ain't fucked her yet, you muther. Git back over there-when your time come, I tell you," he spat at Pico, then sank his mouth onto her breasts.
"Aarg, arg," James breathed, then roughly tore her vagina lips apart and forced his tongue into the wet tightness of her. He shoved it all the way back, causing Virginia to rise up to meet him. He tore at her smooth, firm buttocks and dug his fingers into the silken cleft of her buttocks, pulling it roughly apart. Pain seared through her as his large finger penetrated her anus, stretching the rubbery tissue cruelly.
James snaked his long tongue into her tight, trembling cunt, then brought it out in much the same manner that Leon had, playing with her clitoris with his tongue. She felt as though her anus was being ripped out of her until his finger had moved in and out a couple of times, then that too became pleasurable to her. Her breasts were burning. Her vagina had become a flaming volcano of desire and passion that obliterated all thoughts of conscience and left her only with a burning need.
"Oooh...oh...OOOooh," Virginia groaned, gasping for air. She flung her head from side to side and without knowing that she was doing so her soft hands slipped behind Leon's neck and she forced his head down onto her breasts.
Virginia was jolted from head to foot. Her whole body felt as though it had received a charge of electricity. She pressed her thighs together and held onto the hard tongue of James and ground down with her muscles on the fingers that were exploring the tightening of her rectum, drawing Leon's hungry mouth at the same time fully into her heaving, thrusting breasts. She lost all control of her body and pitched and moved violently under their hot mouths until wave after wave of pleasure ejected from the very center of her.
She spewed out against the hot probing tongue and her legs splayed apart. He shoved further into her.
"Aaiie.. . OOOooh," she moaned with the first wave of pleasure. Then "Uh...Uh...Ooooh," as the second took her up up and away from the world about her. Her whole body seemed to be concentrated at her sex. She felt her energy draining from her, the very essence of her being sucked burningly out of her by James.
She opened her eyes and looked into the glass-like stare of Leon. "Wasn't bad, was it?" he asked her.
Virginia didn't answer. She had never felt so satisfied in her life. She almost smiled at him.
"That was just a preview, VIR...GIN," Leon laughed, then moved away from her. He sat down and ordered a beer and a cigarette from Pico.
"Aarg...arg...arg," James sounded as he continued to lick and suck the wetness and heat beneath his tongue.
"Please Leon, make him stop," she said in a faint voice, motioning with her eyes toward James' bobbing head.
Leon reached out and pushed him away. Virginia looked into James' eyes then lowered her own in shame.
Leon took the offered beer and cigarette from Pico and then said to Virginia, "You enjoyed that, huh? Ain't nothing, yet. You gotta wait until you feel the whole of this up that tight slit of yours, moving in and out, slowly, Baby, I'm gonna light your fire." He laughed shortly and rubbed the head of his large prick.
"Virginia had not noticed it before, even though it was standing proudly straight up, topped by a huge purple head. For some reason she would have thought it would have been black. He wasn't but...she swore at herself for even thinking such thoughts.
As though he could read her mind he laughed. "Ever see one that big?" he asked, not unkindly.
Virginia didn't answer him. She turned her head away so that she would not have to look at him playing with himself.
"Hey, Pico. You ain't got no manners. Bring the lady a beer," Leon ordered him.
"You think I a servant?" Pico demanded, obviously remembering what Virginia had said to him before.
"You wanna fuck, right? She gotta have a little fuel like the rest of us, you muther. Get her a beer," Leon snarled, taking a swipe at the retreating Pico.
Virginia's whole being drew back from the crude language but she drank the beer. It tasted good. She had had beer occasionally, but she had never before felt the need of it. Now she did. Her Ixxly still seemed to be on fire and she appreciated the coolness of the beer. She took a long swallow and looked at Billy Boy. He was watching her intently.
Virginia realized that her legs were spread apart. She closed them abruptly and her face colored. She didn't want to do anything that would make her look cheap in Billy Boy's eyes-she knew that she would have to depend on him for any help she might need.
There didn't seem to be any place that she could look without embarrassing herself. She tried to smile at Billy Boy but he ignored her by looking down at the floor. She glanced at Leon's huge penis and for a fleeting moment wanted it inside her, jabbing at her most inner part. . . and then she damned herself for having such thoughts.
Tears streamed down Virginia's cheeks as she thought of Peter and wondered what he would think of her, how he would treat her when he found out. He wouldn't want her. That she was positive. And she didn't blame him.
But, she asked herself, could she have prevented this? She didn't know. She could have tried, she told herself. But did she want to? another small voice asked. Had she not enjoyed it? her conscience wanted to know. Was she not waiting patiently for the next round? another inner voice asked. Was she not damned for eternity? a deep masculine voice inquired that sounded like Peter. It was too much. She broke into great wracking sobs.
"Man, look at them tits bounce!" Pico said, standing just to the right of Leon and yet massaging his large swollen red-tipped penis.
"Shut the fuck up! The lady's in distress," Leon said absurdly, then moved himself around so that he was sitting alongside her. He put his arm across her back and cupped her breast in his hand.
"GET AWAY FROM ME, PLEASE!" Virginia screamed, vainly trying to move his arm and hand from her.
"Ah...don't let your thoughts get you down, VIR...GIN," Leon drawled. "A little fuck never did nobody no harm. No sir-I mean no ma'am. You be okay pretty soon. You'll see. We get going, you gonna enter a new world. Jest like them astronauts circling the moon, baby. Yeah." He fondled her quivering breasts, working the nipples gently into hardness.
Virginia hated him. He seemed to be able to read her thoughts almost as soon as she had them. She continued to cry, whether from the thought of receiving pleasure from his hard fingers at the nipples of her large breasts, or from self-pity-she didn't know. Somehow it was all mixed up and confused in her mind But she had to admit to herself that she liked it. She wiped her eyes with the back ol her hand and then finished her beer. She was struck with an idea.
"Excuse me," Virginia said, moving Leon's hand and arm from her. "I have to go to the bathroom." She stood up, as did Leon, and turned to leave the room. She noticed again the heavy breathing from all the boys. She stood still a moment letting them get a good view of her body. Her breasts were large and curved up and out from her body. She had always thought that her nipples were a little large, but apparently they didn't. She knew that she had put on a little weight lately, but that, she now felt, only added to her allure. Her stomach was soft and rounded and her hips, perhaps a bit heavy, were marvelously curved and feminine. She had good legs and she knew it. They were long and well-shaped and ended with a perfect vee of dark, silken pubic hair.
Virginia purposely turned very slowly, permitting each of them to see her totally. She hoped to leave them in a state of trance. She walked demurely toward the doorway leading to the hall and the bathroom at the end of it. If her memory served her right, she had a bathrobe there and with any luck at all she could make her escape through the bathroom window. She tried not to hurry and did make it to the bathroom and managed to get the door locked before Leon came to his senses.
She had managed to get one sleeve over her arm before she heard a banging on the door.
"OPEN THIS FUCKIN' DOOR!" Leon ordered, his voice loud and tense.
"I prefer to use the bathroom in privacy, if you don't mind," Virginia told him, turning on the tap water in hopes of fooling him.
"Get yore ass outside, dere's a window! Move, Pico!" she heard Leon yell.
Virginia was on the stool, struggling with the small window, when the whole room shook. She knew that Leon was trying to break the door down. She was crying, frantically trying to jump up and pull herself through the window. She managed just her breasts on the window sill when the door splintered behind and Pico appeared under the window with an idiot grin on his face.
"HELP! PLEASE, HELP!" She yelled to the world at large.
Leon grabbed her by the waist and threw her down onto the bathroom floor. "BITCH!" he screamed, then just as abruptly took her arm and jerked her to her feet. He tore her bathrobe off and shoved her through the splintered door into the hall. He grabbed her roughly and pushed her back against the wall, then flattened himself against her. He kissed her, running his tongue into her mouth and down into her throat, then moved his hands to her trembling buttocks and dug his fingers cruelly into her soft mounds.
"You try that again and..." he said breathlessly, "and...I'll let Whitey fuck you. He'll tear you apart. He ain't got the control we got." He shoved his hard stabbing prick into her soft stomach and found her mouth with his again.
Virginia was trembling all over. She could do nothing but accept his hard, wet tongue the first time but she hated it...she...
But when he forced his mouth onto hers and his tongue deep into her throat the second time, she did not resist. She swore at herself but she liked it. She accepted the whole of it and kissed him back. Even the pressure of his fingers digging into her buttocks was somehow pleasurable. Without realizing what she was doing, she put her arms across his shoulders.
Leon stopped abruptly. He moved a step backwards and looked at her with his evil eyes. "Fuckin' broads are all the same. You all like it."
Virginia's face became beet red. She realized that he was telling the truth, probably. She did. Even though she realized that she was probably damned forever for her past actions, she did enjoy it. She was acutely embarrassed. She returned his gaze, however, and tried to smile at him.
"You done it now, VIR...GIN," Leon told her, pressing his hard prick against her stomach. "I was gonna fuck you in the privacy of dat bedroom, now we's gonna put on a show for the boys."
"Why do you deliberately corrupt your speech, Leon?" she asked. "You sounded like a different person on the phone and several times after. You..."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! You talk too much. You know the answer, anyway. Get your ass back in there," he said, clapping her on the buttocks soundly.
All eyes turned to Virginia when she entered the room. She stood just inside the door, looking at them in turn, until Leon grabbed her arm and forced her onto the floor. He kept up the pressure until she was laying flat on her back in the exact center of the floor. She closed her eyes and crossed her legs. She felt totally lost and helpless.
"You gonna hick her now, Leon? We all want a turn. You been taking a long time," Pico complained, his prick in his hand again.
"Yeah, man, I's gonna fuck her now. You git over dere and watch and I don't wanna hear a fuckin' sound outta ya. Comprende?" I.eon wanted to know of Pico.
Virginia couldn't miss the chance. The one word of Spanish from Leon had re-kindled an idea somewhere in the back of her mind-the pitting of the two of them against the other. "Yes. Go, Cobarde," she said to Pico, "Just do as he tells you, Cobarde!" She flung the last word at him as though she were spitting rather than speaking.
Pico's reaction was immediate. He flew into a rage. "PUTA! WHORK! BIN :i I! No one calls Pico a coward! No one. Leon, I will kill her if she say that again! Pico is no coward. No, Puta. He is not." He screamed, losing total control of himself.
"You dumb muther," Leon spat at him. "She only try to make you go against the Jefe. Yeah. Dat what she try. While I fuck her, you man 'nough to prevent her talkin?" Leon smiled wickedly at Pico.
"Yeah, Man, I do that!" he said, taking off his clothes with lightning speed.
Leon turned his attention from Pico and spoke to Billy Boy. "You want in on this first round, BeeBee!"
Billy lowered his head and spoke to the floor. "No. Don't let him do that, Leon. Don't."
"Aah, what de fuck you talk about, huh? She like it at de start. You know that, BeeBee." Leon said.
Billy Boy did not answer. He simply looked at the floor. She could imagine his soft eyes, brown like hers, filled with despair. She imagined that she could guess his thoughts, that he was ashamed that he had had any part in bringing the whole thing about.
Leon was not so troubled. "Hey, Whitey," he called to James, "Crawl over here, boy, this stuff is lickin' good. Come on, boy," he coaxed as James started crawling toward her. He was still slobbering. It occurred numbly to Virginia that he seemed to be part dog. He certainly acted like it.
"Don't you two muthers forgit who is de Jefe, now," Leon laughed as he fixed Virginia with his drooping eye.
Leon got onto his knees and put his hands on Virginia's long white legs just at the thigh. He moved his hand into her crotch and with his fingers traced the completeness of her pink, soft vaginal lips. "Man, dat's nice." he said, then aa leaned over and kissed her breasts, first one then the other.
Tears were streaming down Virginia's cheeks again. She hated herself for liking the treatment that she was getting from the savage Leon. She knew that she could resist and then she would later be able to rely on that as a source of strength when she offered up her prayers for forgiveness. But she didn't feel up to it. No matter how much she resisted and fought, she would lose in the end. She could not have imagined a more hopeless situation if she had tried. She simply as she was, inert, hoping that she would not react to them.
"Hand me dat pillow, dere." Leon indicated a pink satin pillow that was on the couch. Pico, now completely nude, his long prick standing straight out from his body, jumped at Leon's command. Fie stood above Leon holding out the pillow.
"Man, all yore blood gonna run to de head of yore prick, you gonna pass out," Leon laughed, taking the pillow from Pico.
"Yeah, Man, let's get goin'. I'm hurtin', that for sure." Pico replied, doing a little dance.
"We's gonna start right now. She ready," Leon said. He lifted her white cheeks and shoved the pillow under her. He then got onto his knees again and spread her legs.
He took James by the back of the head and said, "Stick out dat tongue, Whitey."
Virginia thought she would vomit. She looked at the pathetic James who was on his knees between her legs with his tongue hanging out. She wanted to scream. Leon turned and fixed her with his lewd eye and winked at her. She closed her eyes and tears popped out from under her eyelids.
"Dere, Man," Leon said, moving James' head so that his mouth was against the soft pinkness of her cuntal lips. "Jest lick a little, like a little puppy. Dat right," he pushed his head down a little.
Virginia felt the hot wetness on her cunt and she shivered all over. She heard Leon laugh but she did not open her eyes to see what was happening to her. Leon closed his mouth over her breasts and tore viciously at her nipple! She tried to move away from him so he relented. He took her nipple gently in his mouth and moved his hand under her large breast and sucked and stroked its largeness with his tongue until it was fully hard and heated.
Virginia's breath was becoming labored. Try as she might she could hot seem to control her body. It betrayed her. She didn't want to respond to them. But she did. She knew that Leon was pushing and pulling on the back of James' head as he licked away at her soft cunt lips, causing a sensation there that was driving her crazy. Leon had clamped his mouth onto her other breast and was sucking and tonguing her into never before known sensations. He kept up a constant massaging of her other nipple with his free hand, pulling hard on it with his fingers.
Virginia felt the large tongue of James penetrate her soft moistened opening, driving with brutal force all the way into her. He gnawed at her soft cuntal lips each time he rammed his tongue into her, and without knowing that she was doing so, she rose up to meet his every thrust into her cunt. Her breasts felt as though they were burning from Leon's caresses. She wanted him to bite and torture her but he did not. He kept up his gentle massaging, one with his tongue the other with his fingers.
"Ooooh...Ooooh," Virginia moaned as James' hard tongue probed deep into her. Her whole body arched up to meet the hot wet muscle as it plunged surely into her tight, writhing cunt.
"Uugh...Oh...uh, uh. Uh..." she cried as James withdrew it, pressing her clitoris roughly against the top wall of her vagina.
"Now, Pico," she heard Leon say, then her lips felt the pulsating head of his large prick.
She ground her teeth together, determined not to permit the vileness of him in her mouth.
It was hopeless. Pico rammed his fingers inside her lips and back to the end of her jaws, then sprung her mouth open with ease. He rammed his hot, hard prick into her mouth, choking her.
Virginia moved her head violently from side to side, but to no avail. Pico was determined. He rammed forcefully down her throat, splitting her jaws apart with his crude hardness. Suddenly the large head of his long prick was at the entrance of her throat, paining her terribly. Virginia hoped she would die. She felt as though she were suffocating. She couldn't take the assaults upon her body from all three places at once.
Her vagina was burning up. James would slither his long tongue all the way into her, pushing the walls apart and exciting them endlessly, then maddeningly withdraw it, nibbling at her cuntal lips with his teeth as he did so. Leon sucked and bit at her breasts and the nipples felt as though they were bursting with hot flames. Leon moved his mouth to her stomach and took her flesh hotly and sucked it up and tongued it and then released it and started again just an inch away, massaging her nipples and squeezing her large trembling breasts as he did so. All the while Pico rammed his swollen prick, throbbing and hot and ready to explode, down deep into her throat and then withdrew it only to send it pummeling back all the way to the hilt.
"Ahh...Oooooh," Virginia moaned around his plunging member, her body moving in agitated jerks in answer to the probing, hot tongues of Leon and James.
Virginia's body felt as though it were somehow separated from her. She heaved and groaned and squirmed under their probing and sucking and biting until it was there for her, that glorious feeling that she had for the first time in her life experienced such a short time ago. Shaken with bolts of impassioned electricity, her moistened cunt trembled violently to the hot jabbing of James' big tongue and she came, exploding again and again, the center of her seeming to melt away from her and ripple in violent spasms all its own.
She knew from the increased movement of Pico's hard long prick inside her throat, strangely exciting and pleasurable to her now, that he was getting ready to cum and as the realization made her body quiver with fear and shame a hot stream of fluid cascaded down her tender, ill-used throat, burning and searing her as it went and making her swallow to keep from choking. He pounded and rocked into her, smashing his groin down onto her face, pricking her skin with his rough and wiry pubic hairs.
"Eego...Eiee..." Virginia heard Pico yell each time he smashed into her.
Coming in wave after wave just as Pico was doing inside her, left Virginia strangely unsatisfied. The first time she had experienced orgasm, she had been relieved and almost exhausted. Now her energy seemed to regroup itself instantly and she was ready again. She moved her hips so that her vagina was once more flush against James' searching mouth. She ground her teeth and bucked and pitched up to meet him each time his tongue snaked back into her pink and eager warmth.
CHAPTER THREE
"Enough, boys, enough," Leon said, breaking the spell for all three of them. He pulled James' head back and laughed loudly at him. "Look, Man, look at dog. Damn, he know how to use that tongue. Good puppy," Leon continued, patting him on the head. "Now, VIR...GIN, de act you been waiting for!" he drawled dramatically.
Leon placed himself between her legs, his long, pole hard prick, thick and purple-headed, was standing straight out from his body a good foot. "You gonna like dis. VIR...GIN," he continued, moving her legs back and placing his thumbs on her throbbing pink cuntal lips and moving them apart. He leered over his pulsating prick and caught Virginia's stare with his own, his drooping eyelid causing him to have an evil appearance. He held her stare locked in his for what seemed like minutes, then said, without changing his hold on her, "You gonna feel dis all the way up to you beautiful white throat, baby."
"Fuck her, Leon. Go ahead, man. We all waitin'. " Pico panted, massaging his long prick again.
"Shut you fuck face, Man. You had yours," Leon told him angrily. Then, "Come over here, BeeBee. You ain't done nuthin' yet. Come on over and watch, Man."
Virginia felt like screaming. Her body was ready and waiting to accept Leon's hot, hard prick. She didn't think that she would ever be able to stand having all of it crammed into her, but she knew she was powerless to stop her body from reaching out for him. Then, as Leon called Billy Boy the desire in her suddenly died. There was something about the boy's nature and shy glance that spoke of his innocence. She wanted to protect that. Maybe she could keep it from this day as a sort of memory, a good one, of this nightmare.
"No, please. Go away, Billy Boy," Virginia implored. "Don't watch this. Please."
"I though so." Leon said, again infuriating her because he seemed to be able to read her thoughts. "She plan to use you BeeBee, against all us bad old boys. She don't want you to watch. But you gonna. Ya hear?"
Billy Boy nodded his head up and down, still looking at the floor but standing over them now. Virginia wanted to take his hand in hers and hold it tightly and say...what? She didn't know except that he seemed to need protection against the likes of Leon. Realizing that she had lost that battle, too, she moved her arm over her eyes so that she would not be aware of his watching.
Suddenly, her thoughts erupted and exploded as she felt the hot head of Leon's huge pulsating cock press teasingly against the unprotected, open lips of her vagina. It throbbed and sent streams of heat far into her. She fought against her feelings, wishing that she could tear them from her. Suddenly Leon pushed, hard, and the head of his large prick stretched open her cuntal lips and slipped into her. She screamed. Pain tore through her whole body all the way to her heart.
"It ain't even started yet, Baby," Leon said, enjoying her discomfort. He was having a bit of his own. He hadn't fucked anyone as tight as she seemed to be in a hell of a long time. The blood filled the head of his prick pained like hell with the tight ring of her soft stretching cunt fitted around it. He wanted to shove on into her, fully and cruelly, but he dared not. He was determined to make her enjoy a good fuck, something that he guessed rightly that she had never had. He eased in a little further, pain racing along the length of his hard prick into his balls and up his back. He stopped and spoke to Pico.
"Git away, Fuck face. You bother me," he said. Pico responded like a wounded animal. He retired to the couch, still naked and still playing with himself.
Virginia felt as though she were being split apart. She reasoned that he was just barely in her and she saw no possible way for him to continue without killing her. Hot searing pain raced up the inside of her invaded vagina and seemed to spread out from there to all parts of her body. She whimpered.
"Oh...ah...please, you're splitting me open!" she pleaded, but to no avail.
Leon tightened up his leg muscles and eased into her amidst her pleas until he had only half of his hard fleshy rod sunk into her pink, heated opening. He stopped for a moment, gathering his energy to plunge to the very core of her.
Virginia knew that she had only received a small measure of what was to come. She felt as though a hot wedge was being driven up between her wide-stretched legs. She had to dislodge him at all cost. She couldn't take any more pain. She splayed her long, white legs up and trying to bring her heels flat to the floor so that she could eject the hugeness of him from the tortured tightness of her body.
Leon took advantage of her movement. He felt the sudden lessening of the pressure around his lust-hardened prick the exact moment she moved her legs. He bunched up his ass muscles and rammed into her with all his strength.
"Aaaiieee..." Virginia screamed, oblivious to everything except the monstrous cock worming up into the soft, fleshy tightness of her defenseless vagina. She groaned momentarily and then in a fit of abject pain and humiliation passed out.
Billy Boy turned away in discomfort. He liked her. He would not of his own accord brought her pain or discomfort of any kind. He knew that she was a fine lady, one who had never strayed from the path laid down by her minister husband. He had been amazed when she undressed and stood magnificently before his eyes, her body there for him to see. She had amazing breasts, the largest he had ever seen. They were big and firm and soared out from her chest as though they were offering themselves to him.
He had liked the color of her skin, a creamy white, and the roundedness of her stomach, so feminine. He had looked when she hadn't known at the beckoning juncture between her thighs...at the barely visible flashes of pink in the dark, silken hair. He would have loved to have made love to her, but in private, with her wanting him just as he wanted her. Except for the color of her skin, which was just a shade lighter, she reminded him of his own mother.
One thing had bothered Billy Boy. She had obviously enjoyed having James eat her. She had pitched and rolled and at the same time she had had her mouth and throat filled with the filthiness of Pico. Billy Boy hated him and hated her for enjoying what to him had seemed an obscenity beyond description. He had thought about it, watching her red, lipstick rimmed lips slide up and down the hard length of Pico, and had come to the conclusion that she had had no other choice. Yet there had remained in the back of his mind the fact that she had, after a fashion, seemed to enjoy all of it. That he could never forgive her for. Leon had said that she would and apparently he had known what he was talking about.
Billy Boy looked now at the scene before him. He saw the pink flanges of her vagina softly circling the hardness of Leon's prick. He knew that she had passed out. He wanted to help her. But he knew that was impossible. He had watched Leon before and nothing was about to stop him. Billy Boy knew that if he interfered, Leon would put Pico after him with the knife. He leaned over and, taking a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat from her fine brow.
"She real tight, BeeBee. She not hurt much," Leon said, gently easing his hard pole out of her still moist, clasping cunt.
Leon didn't hurry. He moved his hard prick out except for the head, then just as carefully eased it back into her, fully. He knew that she was coming around. He could feel a slight clenching tightness on his hard, throbbing prick that told him she was. He pushed into her and then began a slow withdrawal, a stroke that had never failed to excite whomever was impaled upon it. With all but the head out he looked at her tight little hair-lined cunt and marveled again at the softness and the heat and the joy of it. Her flanges were there, riding along his moistened prick, soft and luxurious to the touch. He pushed back deep and jolted down, pressing against the very core of her.
"Ooooh...uh...oooh," Virginia moaned and her eyes fluttered open. She felt as though a telephone pole was being rammed up between her open thighs. She saw the bushy head of natural hair hovering over her and felt like screaming. His hot throbbing pole was pushing hard all the way up against her heart, she felt. "Oooooh..." she moaned, unable to make any other sound.
"You're killing her," Billy Boy said to Leon, close on to tears.
"Naw. She like it in a minute. You watch," Leon said, beginning to move his ever hardening pole out of her tight clasping cunt.
"Uh...ah...Oooh..." Virginia moaned with every half-inch of withdrawal. She felt as though he were pulling her very insides out of her.
Leon would never show it but he was in an ecstatic heaven of delight. There was nothing greater to him than the feeling of having his long, hard, throbbing, prick shoved tightly up into the heated, constricting confines of an almost virginal cunt. He had loved the strange, beckoning scent that greeted him as he ran his tongue in and out of it, bringing her to a pitch of excitement that he knew she had never reached before. It had taken all his willpower to give that pleasure over to James. Now he loved what he was doing, exercising his power over all women by forcing one to take more than she was used to. Her fainting had turned him on more than anything else: it reassured him of his male virility. SO
Leon rearranged himself, scooping her luscious white legs up into his arms and forced them back against her soft, yielding breasts into an angle that left her cuntal opening completely defenseless against his powerful prick. He could hear the labored breathing of Pico and the panting of James. He enjoyed the sweet breath of Virginia against the side of his face. He covered her mouth with his and ran his tongue into it, barely, and flicked it in and out until her mind got the idea and she almost unconsciously began to work at it with her own small, tender tongue. His prick was just inside her soft flexing cunt and he had purposely left it there until she accepted and returned the ministrations of his tongue.
He shoved his tongue all the way into her mouth, then eased his hips forward, stretching and tearing her cuntal walls apart with the swollen head of his large thrusting cock. She sucked and bit at his tongue and moaned around it, but he had her legs in such a position that she had no other choice but to accept him, fully. He gently shoved into her, reaching the depth of her, feeling a slight binding sensation way up in the top of her soft straining belly.
Virginia felt it too. "Aaaaagh...Oh...Aaaaaagh..." she moaned, trying to move her convulsively trembling buttocks away from his hot, hard prick. She couldn't.
Leon began to withdraw immediately. His balls were tight and ready to explode, but he wanted to bring her along with him. He eased gently out of her and withdrew his mouth from hers and put his lips against the soft whiteness of her neck. He blew softly against her skin, then fastened his teeth into the hollow of her neck, still gently, and shoved back into her hot tightness of her cunt with his hard, throbbing pole.
"Uh...aagh...Ooooh," Virginia moaned, the last escaping as a pleasurable sound to Leon's ears.
He began a rhythmic moving in and out of her as soon as he felt the slightest response. She moved her head from side to side. Her lips were slightly parted. Then her hips moved up toward his of their own volition.
Leon needed no further encouragement. He pounded into her and then pulled out with lightning speed, releasing his hold on her legs, sure that they would encircle his back of their own volition. He was not disappointed. He felt the light weight of them around his waist, burning his flesh. He rocked into her, then moved his hands to her soft, smooth rounded buttocks and raced his tongue madly over her jutting pink-tipped breasts.
Virginia couldn't believe her body. After passing out from the pain he had caused her, her fires were lighted again and had burst into flame with a suddenness that jolted her mind. His hard, hot, thick prick had been hurting her terribly, tearing and breaking her apart. Then it had stopped hurting, it had become a glorious feeling that plunged into the very top of her, the spongy hot head reaching far up her cunt until she had to have him, all of him, deep inside her.
She had flung her legs around his back and tried to pull him into her eager, hungering heat, all of him, and she felt that she had done just that. She still felt crammed full to the point of exploding with his thick prick, but for some reason it didn't seem to be enough. She rose up to meet his plunge and wanted to prevent his withdrawal, even if it did mean that he would be coming back again as forcefully as ever.
"Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh..." Leon panted above her, every time he plowed into her small velvet opening.
"Aaie...Ooooh," she moaned as she received him, pulling him more and more forcefully to her.
Leon had to cum. He felt a tightness in his balls that he knew wouldn't wait. He began to pound and grind deep into her, loving the sensation of being on the point of spilling his semen into her and yet being able to prevent it from happening, thereby prolonging the heavenly sensation. He felt her getting ready, knew she was by the pressure of her heels digging into his back and the now desperate clawing at his shoulders with her hands. She dug her fingernails into him, deeply. He responded by slamming and banging hard against her cunt, ramming his hot prick in deeply-stroking in and out swiftly and surely.
Both their bodies became a writhing fit of frenzy. Leon pounded and pushed into her: she in her turn rose up to meet him and drew him heavily toward her, her leg muscles straining, her nails clawing at his back.
"Ooooh...ohoooh...oh...aaiiee," she moaned around his probing tongue as she broke in waves of pleasure against the hot head of his prick.
"Uh...uh...uh..." Leon answered in turn, his semen shooting out to meet the liquid flowing from the center of her being. He kept moving. He ground down and stroked in and out of her, cumming again and again, filling her flexing constricting cunt with his hot scalding sperm. Leon felt a slow relaxation all along his muscles, from the tip of his hard, tightly enclosed prick, to the ends of his toes and fingers. He gave one last powerful thrust and then lay against her white softness without moving, his chin resting on the unbelievable mound of her firm, white breasts.
He released her buttocks from his hands, then let them lay quivering on his palms.
Virginia's legs slowly unfurled themselves from his back and she crossed them over his, enjoying the contact there, the heat of him heavy against her soft skin.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Leon whispered into her ear.
Virginia didn't answer. Again she was filled with shame for having enjoyed that which to her mind was sinful. What difference, she wondered, if he had hurt her? He couldn't care, she told herself. But even as the thought formed in her mind, she knew that he did care, in his own warped way, so she answered him without speaking. She strained and tightened the soft, sperm moistened walls of her vagina against his softening prick, groaning softly at the same time to let him know it was no accident.
Leon responded immediately. He moved gently more fully into her, his way of saying thanks for her answer. She sucked him in, tentatively at first, then forcefully, until his now hardening--again--prick was deep into her. Leon moved gently in and out, just an inch or two, until his prick was brick-hard again. He flicked out his tongue and touched one of her hardened nipples. It seemed to quiver before his eyes. He moved his head gently until he was able to encompass the whole of it with his mouth, then sucked hard, playing his tongue roughly around the soft hardness of it.
For Virginia his one act of kissing her nipple was like putting a match against an open can of gasoline. Her body responded, flaring up immediately with need and desire. She tried to see herself from a distance, much as Billy Boy might see her, and she couldn't.
She reasoned that she had gone twenty-seven years without having lived once-even in the throes of sin. She blamed her husband Peter, as much as she blamed herself. She didn't know why it had taken such violent methods to show her what she had been missing these many years in her marriage, but she was determined then and there-with a rock hard prick sliding gently in and out of her cunt-that she would see to it that Peter learned.
She felt like laughing. Had she ever stopped to think about it, she reminded herself, she would have realized that Peter had come to the marriage bed in the same state as she had-a virgin. She felt she could no longer blame him for his lack of expertise. No.
All her thoughts about Peter fled her mind. Her body demanded her attention. There was a growing need deep up her cunt that had to be answered. Again, she flung her legs around the muscled form of Leon and pulled him mightily to her.
Leon loved her, he decided. He had some idea of what was going through her mind. Had he been able to lay bets on it, he would have guessed correctly that she was thinking of her husband. That was O.K. with him. He loved the hot moistened pussy, slick and wet with his juices as well as hers. He eased in and out of her without pain, knowing that he was bringing her to the point of ready once more. He slipped his hands down to her hips and pulled her forcefully against him, then felt like screaming with joy when her legs curled around his back.
He cupped her firm buttocks in his hands and squeezed them together, then moved his middle finger against the tight rubbery tissue of her puckered little ass hole.
"Oh...Noo...Ooooh," she cried out, feeling his finger probing teasingly at the sensitive ridges of her defenseless rectum.
Leon knew what he was about to do. He slipped his finger gently through the tight, resisting ring of flesh and at the same time bore into her cunt with his hard prick. He began sliding and worming his finger deeper into her in time with the stroking in and out of his lust-hardened cock.
Virginia responded as he knew she would. She hadn't wanted it at first, had squirmed and moved her soft, yielding buttocks about to avoid it, but now she did and again she was moving and squirming just to have it there, deep into her, then slipping hard over the thin tissue of membrane that separated her anus from her cunt.
"Ooooh...Ooooh," Virginia moaned, her body answering two fires within her. She squirmed and pitched and rolled and moved her body in every way of which she was capable to satisfy her boiling desire.
Leon plunged and plowed and piled into her. He was ecstatic with her appreciation of him and his know how. He gnawed at her hardened nipples with his teeth, plowing deep into her and grinding down hard, raking and poking at her tight, contracting little rectum with his fingers, until he was ready again. He breathed deeply, girded up his muscles and pounded and rocked and poked and slammed into her with all his might. He felt her orgasm, knew that her essence was spilling out of her in gentle waves, and he matched her timing by spewing hotly high up into her tight burning cunt and rocking and banging against the very center of its wetness until he was completely drained.
He collapsed on top of her, exhausted, but secure in the knowledge that he had given her her first real fuck. He wanted to tell her so, but he couldn't decide how. He simply lay on her, enjoying the heat from her body. He could have stayed that way forever. Indeed he had no other plans and didn't feel as though she were in any hurry to break the contact, but the telephone rang.
Suddenly all his muscles were tense and tight. The ringing telephone was for him a sign of outside intrusion, a reminder that out there existed authority. He withdrew from her with a sudden, wet sucking sound and tried to think what to do as Virginia smiled dazedly up at him, her legs falling obscenely out to the side of his naked body.
CHAPTER FOUR
BRRRINNNNNNNG! sounded the telephone for the third time.
Leon licked his lips. His drooping eyelid fluttered. His penis, hard until now, shrank with amazing speed. Sweat dripped off his chin as his tongue darted over his lips again and again.
Virginia enjoyed the spectacle of his suffering even though her feelings were ambivalent: she was trying to accept the fact for herself that she had enjoyed having him; indeed, she had to admit that that was the reason she was so relaxed and could so dispassionately enjoy his discomfort. She continued to smile up at him, her pink tipped breasts pointing upwards, her gently rounded stomach, ivory and smooth, moving slightly with her every breath. She simply waited for him to decide what to do.
BRRRINNNNNNNG! the phone rang again, sounding impatient to Leon's ears.
"Gotta answer that phone, VIR...GIN," he said, trying to establish the same atmosphere that had prevailed previously.
"I don't want to. I'd rather stay here-Lover!" She laughed, causing her large mounds of breasts to quiver.
Leon didn't hesitate. His mind was swift and sure when it came to protecting himself. "Bring the knife, Pico," he ordered, standing and somehow bringing her to her feet along with him.
BRRRINNNNNNNG! shrilled the magic instrument, seemingly moving Pico to them along with its sound. It was ringing for the fifth time.
"Where, Man, where?" Pico demanded, dancing around her with the knife, making lunges at her jutting breasts and white throat. Virginia stood her ground. She looked at Pico as though he were dirt, never flinching from the thrust of the knife.
"Right up next to the jugular, Pico. She gonna talk real nice like I say to save dat pretty white skin. Right, VIR...GIN?" Leon asked, his drooping eye twitching rapidly.
Virginia didn't answer. Leon twisted her arm behind her back and moved her toward the phone. He held the instrument out to her and told her in a low and menacing voice, "You just say whatever you do say when you answer de phone, baby."
"Doctor Peter Scholling's residence," she said into the phone, saying the only thing that had occurred to her. She never answered the phone in that manner so she prayed and hoped that whoever was calling would realize the fact. Leon had given her the idea when he told her to say whatever she always said.
"Were you in the garden, Darling?" Peter's voice came clear and precise to her.
Virginia wanted to cry out to him. She might have done so had not Pico exerted pressure on the knife, causing it to dig slightly into her flesh. Her mind whirled, making a complete circle and left her just where she was before. She could think of nothing to say to Peter that would give him the slightest hint or warning. She decided to say little since she usually did all the talking and hope that he would get suspicious.
"No," she intoned, choking back a sob. "Oh, well. The phone rang several times and I knew you must be busy. I'm sorry to bother you." Peter spoke in a hurt tone.
"No bother, Peter," she replied, her brain seemingly numb.
"Virginia, are you all right? You don't sound like yourself."
Virginia couldn't answer right away. Her thoughts hunched up and tumbled one on top of the other. She couldn't collect one of them and give alarm. She was suddenly disgusted with her inability to think. "Why are you calling, Peter?" She demanded, mad at him for not taking any hint and herself for not being able to give him any indication of the madness taking place.
"What? Well...Virginia? Is anything wrong?" He seemed concerned.
"I am busy. Very busy, Peter. What did you want?" She prayed that her curt answer would let him know that something was obviously out of order.
"A kind word, perhaps." He hesitated, then, "I wanted to tell you that I would be home tonight. But, I suppose that since you're not in a good mood, perhaps I could...I didn't actually want anything," he finished in a hurt tone. "Good-bye, Virginia," he said then hung up.
Virginia cried. Her whole body shook with wracking sobs as Leon took the instrument from her hand and replaced it in its cradle. Almost gently he took her arm and tried to turn her around. She brusquely jerked her arm from his grasp just as Pico grabbed one white, rounded cheek of her buttocks. She slapped his face. The sound caused a noise like a door being slammed.
"AAAaaiiieee!" Pico bellowed before he lunged at her with the knife.
Leon felled him with one blow.
Pico lay on the floor, looking at the two of them with hate-filled eyes. He still had the knife in his hand, Virginia noticed, and his grip tightened on it. With what seemed to her to be one quick movement he sprang up from the floor and made a pass at Leon with the gleaming blade. Virginia screamed and moved hastily away from the two of them.
Leon had managed to dodge the first swipe of the knife. "Man, you headed for trouble. I de Jefe. You gonna die!" he hissed in a near whisper, moving lightly on his feet as he circled the half-crouched Pico.
"STOP IT!" Virginia screamed, unable to take any more. "YOU'RE ALL CRAZY!" She started to cry again, loudly and uncontrollably. The ridiculousness of the situation had suddenly closed in on her. Here she was, standing in her own living room, nude, with one nude man and another fully clothed trying to cut him to pieces with a knife. It was unbelievable to her. She remembered the other two and looked in their direction. James was trying to watch both the fight and Virginia at the same time. He was panting and drooling from the mouth and his eyes shone with joy at the madness taking place before them.
Billy Boy watched the two boys circling each other, wetting his lips with his tongue, and his eyes had a dull glint to them.
Virginia moved cautiously in his direction, toward the door leading to the dining room. She knew if she was ever to escape the madness, it would have to be now. She decided that she would make it in the nude since trying to cover her shame would in all probability end her life.
"Come on, Pico Man, put dat blade 'way. Some one gonna git hurt and it ain't gonna be me. You can fuck 'er Man, just put dat knife 'way." Leon was speaking to his adversary as he moved cautiously in an ever narrowing circle.
Pico seemed to be hypnotized. He continued to move and to play the knife about in the air as he did so. The rays of the sun would catch the blade and reflect across the room in crazy angles. He was hissing like a snake. "You don't act like no Jefe, big man, no, you don't," Pico intoned, slowing his movements as though it were difficult to fight and talk at the same time.
"Come on, Pico. You know bettern dat. I try. I done told you, you can fuck 'er now, Man. Let's knock off dis shit. She tight, Man, real good fuck." Leon spoke rapidly, noticing that
Pico was listening to him.
"SHE GO OUT!" James bellowed from the corner of the room.
Leon found the chance he had been waiting for. Pico turned to look after the fleeing figure of Virginia. Leon landed a blow to his jaw that sent him sprawling half-way across the room. He dived after him and jerked the knife from his hand almost before he had hit the floor. Dropping the knife, he then turned and took off after Virginia.
She thought she was going to make it. She had eased around the door, feeling with her hand the frame and then the door itself, before she had made a dash for it. Hearing James had caused her to run faster, if blindly, and she had stumbled and fallen over a chair.
Leon made a flying leap in the air and landed on top of her. "BITCH!" he screamed, his breath coming in gasps, "I give you a good fuck and you try to run out. Now, VIR...GIN, we's gonna see how you like de horse cock of James, ol' whitey boy. He gonna fuck you 'til he done rearrange all you pure insides. Yeah, VIR...GIN, you gonna live to appreciate old Leon yet-more'n you done already."
Leon had knocked the air completely out of Virginia by leaping onto her and her breasts heaved and quivered as she fought to regain ier breath.
She was still crying-or crying again-she couldn't tell which, but she heard his words of ominous threat. They sounded like the toll of doom to her. She lay under him, her arms pinned cruelly behind her back, her breasts thrust up under his chest, his hot and heavy prick laying flat on her stomach, and accepted his heated kiss that he had started immediately after his speaking.
She amazed herself. Far from objecting to his passion she seemed not only to welcome it, but to want it. She thought that she must be sick in her mind. She had been abused, threatened with death, her body violated by the boy-animal on top of her, and still she felt her hidden need surging through her mouth and her loins and her breasts. She damned herself to all eternity. She tried to turn her head sideways as much to deny herself the pleasure she was receiving from his probing tongue as to prevent him from guessing her true feelings.
Leon was having none of that. He forced her to keep his tongue deep into her throat, probing and pushing his hot throbbing prick back and forth across her trembling body. His penis was lengthening on her stomach, burning her flesh where it touched her. He was well aware of that. He had guessed sometime ago that she hud never really released her burning passion or had had it unleashed for her. He had felt unusually proud of himself for being able to cause her insides to spring to life-to cause her to cum like any other whore-and now he knew she was appreciating him again even though she might not want to.
"You, like Leon's fuckin' you, huh, VIR...GIN?" he drawled, pressing his almost hard prick into her soft, white stomach.
"No. You are a foul bent," she flung at him, trying all the while to move her body from under his.
"O.K Lady, you gonna have to sale me to fuck you iffen you want James to quit. He gonna go on 'til you beg me. You heard dat. Bitch?" He screamed in her face.
Virginia declined to answer. She looked steadily at him, blinking back the tears from her eyes, until she could summon up the energy to speak. Then, her lips trembling, "You wait for that day and you'll be an old man." She spoke bravely.
Leon smirked at her. He rolled off her, then swiftly stood and jerked her to her feet. He pushed her ahead of him into the living room.
Virginia looked about the room since they had stopped just inside the door. James was standing naked, having disrobed himself in anticipation of the coining event, and her eyes widened in terror. Leon had not lied. He was built like a horse. His prick seemed to hang almost to his knees though it had begun to throb slowly upward-and it was thick and heavily veined-the head of it seemed as large as a light bulb to her. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
Billy Boy stood quietly by, his head lowered, apparently studying the pattern in the carpet.
Pico was sprawled on the floor unconscious, a small trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, the knife near his hand.
Leon pushed Virginia into a chair directly in front of James. "You sit there, woman, 'til you told to move."
He went to Pico and nudged him with his foot. Pico blinked, then rubbed his hand over his mouth.
"AAaaiiiie!" he screamed when he saw the blood on the back of his hand.
"That a sample, Boy. You don't forget again who de Jefe," Leon hissed, standing tall above him.
"FUCKER!" Pico screamed, making a move to stand.
Leon put his foot on his shoulder again and growled, "Ain't you had enough, Man? Or I gonna have to kill ya? Huh? You know I do it. Dat only a little blond. Von got lot's more. Von hear mc?" His voice was suddenly low and cold.
Virginia shuddered. Her memory of the warmth of him, the searing heat of him inside her, compared with his coldness now as he spoke to Pico, was unbelievable to her. He had in his own way, she realized now, been almost gentle with her. She didn't doubt for a moment that he would make good his promise and kill the crazy Pico without hesitation. She had never met anyone like these people, she told herself.
She had read about them, of course, but she had not really believed that they existed until now. She discovered that Leon, for all his warmth when he was fornicating, was pure animal without human emotion. She wanted to take advantage of the situation and pit the two of them against each other again to save her own skin, but she couldn't; she didn't feel that she would ever to be able to support the sin of murder on her soul and not for a moment did she doubt that Leon would kill him. She wondered why Pico didn't realize the same thing.
Maybe he did. He stopped talking and looked up at Leon whose foot was still resting on his shoulder. He placed his hand on Leon's foot and said, "O.K., Man, geez, don't hit so hard next time. I think my teeth loose." He tried to laugh.
Leon didn't find anything funny. "Close the blade of the knife and hand it to me, handle first," he ordered the now subdued Pico. Once the knife was in his hand he removed his foot and then said, "Get us some beer. I gonna play some music."
Pico scurried up and went after the beer. Leon turned and walked to the stereo cabinet, then opened the door in search of records. He laughed as he flipped through the various recordings, all of which were religious ones. "Funky! Dat's what dis shit is. This all you got, VIR...GIN?" He leered at her.
He wasn't fooling Virginia. She knew that he had calmed down a little, but that he was far from being anywhere near what anyone could call normal was evident to her. She was certain that he was a psychopath through and through and she was determined to do nothing to precipitate another outburst from him.
"Yes," she answered simply.
"O.K. It all funky, but we's gonna jazz it up, Baby. Is in de mood for dancin, as the man say." He put three of the records on the turntable and the room was filled immediately with clear voices singing praise to God. He laughed abruptly and switched the selector button to forty-five. The music took on a more positive beat, sounding just as he had promised, more jazzy.
"How dat sound, Pico?" He wanted to know, taking a can of beer from the grinning errand boy.
"Hey, Man, that's a groove!" Pico retorted, swinging his slim behind around and around as he delivered the beer. He stopped in front of Virginia and grinned a sleazy, sick grin at her and pressed a can of cold beer against her breasts.
She didn't move. She appreciated the coldness of the can against her bare skin and she was using the time to gather her forces and her thinking. She was determined that James was not to be turned loose on her. He still stood very close to her, his horse-like penis hanging down, drooling at the comers of his mouth, watching her every move. She placed her hand around the can of beer and pressed it to her soft mounds of flesh.
"Muchas gracias," she said to Pico, trying to smile at him.
"She speak Spanish nice," Pico told the room at large, his eyes glued to her breasts.
"You don't," Virginia said through a smile.
Before Pico could answer, Leon shouted: "I don't wanna hear nuthin' but American spoke here, Lady. You understand dat?" He looked at her from where he stood, threatening her with his eyes.
Pico stood stock still waiting for her to say something, hut she didn't answer verbally. Instead she nodded slightly, to Leon, hoping to convey to him that he was the master of the situation.
"Let's dance, Babv," Pico demanded, pulling her up from the chair.
"I don't dance," she told him frostily, jerking her arm away from his clutches.
"I can teach you. You bet. lie gyrated in front of her, grinning his sick grin again.
She stood just as she was and looked at him. He certainly was light and sure on his feet.
"Look. You put the weight on this foot, then move the other hip. see? " He continued to move in front of her, grinning idiotically.
"Come on, VIR...GIN, dance with the man!" Leon laughed, moving to them.
Leon came behind her. placed his hands on the naked flesh of her firm, curvaceous hips and moved them from side to side.
"Yeah, that's it. Baby," Pico hissed, his eyes gleaming and rubbering all over her nude body.
Leon moved himself against her backside, forcing his prick against the crevice of her buttocks, then moved his hands around to her soft, flat stomach. He pressed against her and wiggled from side to side causing her to follow his motions and match them. "You gettin' it, Lady, jest move like you feel, or like I done feel you. That 'soul,' " he said over her shoulder.
"STOP IT!" Virginia screamed, breaking away from him and falling down into a chair. "I can't take it any more. This is crazy. Dancing in the nude! It's vulgar and dirty and filthy and...oh, God, give me strength!"
Both of the boys stopped, frozen in position, and stared at her in fascination. Leon was the first to move. He threw back his head and laughed uproariously. "Dat's de BEST way, VIR...GIN," he howled. He stopped laughing shortly and looked at the other boys. "She right, though. All oughta be naked. Take off dem clothes, you fuckers," he commanded.
Pico responded immediately. He threw off his clothes in time to the music, first his shirt, then his trousers, then his dirty underclothing. He held his sock over his head and whirled it around and around, then did the same with the other. They all watched him.
"BeeBee, you the only one dressed. Come on, Man, join de party," Leon ordered him.
"No. I don't want to, Leon. I really don't. O.K.? "
"Damn right it not O.K. You at de party, you gonna be a part of de first part," lie nodded toward Virginia, then, "You afraid to show you self, Man?"
Leon leered at him, choosing just the words to challenge the unsuspecting Billy Boy whose face reddened immediately.
"No. It just seems so unfair, that's all. She...we...just can't treat her like that." he hesitated, not knowing exactly what he wanted to say or at least not how to put it into words.
"We," Leon emphasized the word, "Done already treated her like that. Get your fucking clothes off!"
Billy Boy began to undress very slowly. He refused to look at Virginia and she in turn didn't look at him. She was grateful for his faltering effort on her behalf, so she paid him back in kind. She refused to watch him undress thereby causing him less embarrassment.
Just as Billy Boy removed his last garment, his jock shorts, the music stopped. Leon laughed. "I gonna put on 'nother these groovy records, we gonna form a circle and let de Lady in de middle, den we all dance." He was well on his way to make good his promise before he stopped talking.
Virginia tried to examine her own feelings. Strangely, she rather looked forward to the dance. She had enjoyed dancing in high school even though she had been embarrassed when some boy had began to harden while dancing with her. But even that had been easy to take care of. She would simply walk off the floor, making some excuse to go to the powder room. She had never danced with Peter because he didn't exactly believe it was a sin, just a useless form of excitement that often led down the thorny path of sinfulness. She had to agree with Peter. Her body had become agitated and hot and...willing...when Leon had forced her to dance a couple of minutes ago. Then she laughed at herself. Dancing at a school dance, which was the only kind she was familiar with, and dancing in the nude with four nude men-boys-was just a bit different.
Whoever would believe her? she wondered. She could see herself now, talking to Mrs. Beaverbrock, the widow of the past minister of the church, and saying to her: "Delightful time, really. I danced in the nude with four teen-age gangsters. It was a bit warm, but other than that it was quite pleasant. You must try it sometime yourself, Mrs. Beaverbrock."
Or to Peter: "Darling, we must set aside a night or an afternoon for a dance session-in the nude of course. It makes for such freedom of movement and abandonment of emotion or inhibition."
The thought of suggesting such a thing to either of them caused Virginia to laugh. Once started she couldn't stop. Her whole body shook with her peals of laughter. She fell into a chair, on the verge of hysteria, and they all stood about and looked at her.
"You laughing at me, Bitch?" Pico wanted to know, ready to defend himself against all humor.
Virginia ignored him. She continued to laugh, her breasts jumping about wildly, her soft flesh rippling with tantalizing effect.
"She laughin' at BeeBee cause he ain't got too much," Leon drawled, somehow arresting her laughter and her eyes with his drooping, sinister one.
Virginia managed to collect herself. She glanced at poor Billy Boy, who was standing demurely with his hands over his limp prick, his face red, staring at the floor.
"No, please...Billy Boy...not you," she managed between sobs of laughter that had suddenly turned to crying, "I'm laughing at myself. I thought about telling this to...Peter...and seeing him in the same way...It was wonderfully funny, that's all."
Her short speech was accompanied by the weird music of Bach played at the wrong speed. That in itself would have been enough, she well knew, to drive Peter to distraction. But, she decided, she would have to remember that if she wanted to liven up a day in the future, she would play the records at 45 rpm-maybe even 78 rpm.
"KNOCK IT OFF!" Leon barked at her, dragging her from the chair by her arm as he did so. "Come on, VIR...GIN, we're here to dance."
"Oh, stop it will you?" Virginia flared at him. "Why do you want to corrupt your speech all the time? If you know how to speak correctly and apparently you do, then do it. It makes you seem less of a man to talk in dialect all the time. AND YOU CAN'T AFFORD THAT."
Leon immediately tensed up. She could feel it through his fingers on her arm which caused fear to race to the very heart of her. She reminded herself again that he was always on the point of instant insanity and she should be more i careful. But it passed. He smiled at her crookedly. "O.K., lady, have it your own way, but that better be the last time you direct a correction in my direction," he replied coldly.
He turned slightly away from Virginia then bellowed, "LET'S DANCE. Here puppy," he indicated James, "On yore knees and git dat tongue working. Now you, Pico, and BeeBee, we's gonna show the LADY how it done. Yeah man," he throttled, moving his hips madly so that his long, deflated penis danced from side to side, slapping the inside of his leg and seeming to be independent of him even to the point of having its own rhythm.
CHAPTER FIVE
Virginia found herself surrounded by two mad men and one unwilling boy and a near animal drooling and ogling her crotch as he crouched on the floor. His overly long tongue that had explored the soft secret eagerness of her cunt before slid out of his mouth and over his lips and to the end of his chin. Leon danced in front of her and without touching her with his hands managed to bounce his thrusting prick against her thighs. At the same time Pico was in back of her pressing his hot hardness into the moistened cleft between her buttocks. Much to her surprise and annoyance, Billy Boy reached out and tentatively touched her breasts. Leon howled with laughter.
He also moved away from her and pushed Billy Boy to her front side, kneeing him in the rear end as he did so. Billy Boy's hardness came swiftly and surely against her thighs, then the surprisingly hard, large rubbery head of his cock licentiously touched her vaginal lips, burning her with the contact.
"Das it, BeeBee, sock it to her," Leon laughed, dancing wildly about the entire group.
Virginia moved for several reasons. She didn't want to stand still and permit one of them to start an entrance into her with his hot, hard prick. And she felt that as long as she was moving, even though it was tiring for her in all the heat, that it would, she prayed, tire them out. She undulated her curved hips from side to side, then managed to lower them and bring them back up, thereby ridding herself, if only momentarily, of two hard, searching penises.
Leon grabbed Billy Boy and pushed him aside. He motioned with his hand and Pico rammed into her from behind, causing her to move forward. Then Leon smashed James' head between her thighs. She felt the warm wetness of his long tongue on her cuntal lips. Pico kept jogging and probing into her soft mounds so that she had to press forward to avoid him. As she did so James was able to run his tongue deep into her. Resist as she might, she enjoyed the sensation, the strange music, the hot throbbing rod of Pico's from behind and the probing violation of her cunt by James' hard, wet, searching tongue.
Leon moved to the side of her and pushed Billy Boy to her other side. He jogged against her leg in time to the music and fondled her breasts. Billy Boy began the same movement, even though he wouldn't look at her, and his hand cautiously enveloped her other breast.
Virginia felt as though her body were being seared by the fires of Hell. Her heart was pounding wildly and her movements, which only excited all of them, were becoming increasingly wilder. She rocked her hips and James' tongue sought blindly for her cunt as Pico's rod rested securely and firmly between her buttocks, moving only slightly out of harmony with her gyrations. On each side of her the hot and heavy hardness of Leon and Billy Boy moved up and down her smooth, curvaceous hips, burning and exciting her flesh. Each of them fondled her breasts and Leon's thick lips pushed against her shoulder. All of them were glistening with sweat and their bodies were becoming slippery.
Pico's clawing hands moved around her waist and dug into the softness of her gyrating belly. He threw himself more fully into her, the head of his hot prick somehow finding the heat of her anus, but he managed to change the rhythm of the entire group so that James' tongue lost its prize and Virginia managed to change her pace so that the two hoys on each side of her had to let go of her breasts. Then the music stopped.
James was panting and whimpering like a dog. He moved in swiftly and grabbed her thighs in his big hands as he forced his head into her soft inner thighs, ramming his tongue fully into her.
Virginia thought she would faint. She tried to move away but it was impossible. All four of them still surrounded and pressed into her. "Please, stop, please. There is no music," she cried out.
"Yeah, men, she right. We all need's a beer," Leon ordered, moving away from her.
Pico immediately left off and went in search of more beer. Billy Boy reluctantly dropped his hands from her breasts and stepped back from her. He still wouldn't look in her direction. James had her hips firmly in his big paws and his mouth and tongue were still busy. She tried vainly to move away from him but he would only move forward, on his knees, making his god-awful sounds. Finally, Leon pushed him away from her. "Dat 'nough for now, man. You gonna wear dat ol' tongue of yours right down to nuthin'! " He laughed at his own crude joke.
Virginia collapsed into a chair. Her body was drenched with sweat. She knew it couldn't go on. It had to stop, soon! Her nerves were getting rawer and more taut and something had to give. She was ashamed for herself and thought that if she had the strength and the faith she would be able to think of something or some way to stop the whole mad scene. She covered her face with her hands and sat still, trying to regain control of herself. She felt the can of beer presented to her in the usual manner, its shocking coldness pressed against the quivering softness of her breasts. She took it without looking at Pico.
"Good cerveza," Pico said, taking a long drink from his can of beer.
"Yeah. It great. James, Whitey, you be careful. You gonna freeze dat tongue right off," Leon laughed, draining his can of beer in two swallows. Pico handed him another can and be grunted his thanks.
"BeeBee," Leon drawled after a short while, "You de only one who ain't taken your pleasure as the saving goes, with de fair lady. Now, Man, we all know you ready with a hard-on like you got, so is you gonna?" Leon looked at him with his drooping eye, not unkindly Virginia thought, before turning her attention to him.
If she had to be raped again, she had decided long ago that she would prefer Billy Boy to the rest of them. He was her only hope and she hadn't yet managed to figure out a way to save herself.
Billy Boy looked at Virginia shyly then turned to answer Leon. "I'd like to," he began in his soft southern drawl, "But I don't want to do it in front of.. . " he looked around at the others, ". . . everybody."
"Ha, ha, ha," Leon laughed, "BeeBee, for a Southerner of a mixed background, you got some funny ideas. Yeah you has. But I respect 'em. Whatta you wanna do, BeeBee, go up them stairs to dat nice soft bed and play house? Is that what you wanna do now?"
Billy Boy blushed all over. First his face reddened, then his neck, his shoulders, and his stomach then it spread all over his glistening body. Before he could answer Pico interrupted.
"He can fuck 'er right here. Shit man, I supposed to be next. I been hauling the beer and waiting my turn-he ain't done nothin yet." He whined like a child.
"Shut de fuck up. I de boss and I say BeeBee here-he ain't never give no trouble to anyone-he wanna fuck up in de bed, he gonna. All we has to do is figure outa way to prevent escape. Wouldn't want that fine piece splittin'." Leon studied Virginia closely.
She could only guess at what he might bethinking. For her own part the layout of the room raced through her mind. If she could just manage to get into the bathroom off the master bedroom, then she could lock the door and perhaps escape to the roof. Of course, she reminded herself, she would never be able to live down the lace that she would have to do it all naked and alert the neighbors to herself nude on the roof of her own house, but that seemed to be her only hope. At least it was all she could think of.
"VIR...GIN, I know by de look of you dat you prefer our BeeBee here," Leon drawled, his arm resting on Billy Boy's shoulder, "So if you promise to be real good to him and not try to get away, you can take him to de big master bedroom and do it on hubby's bed. What do you say to dat, huh?'
"I prefer to be alone." She answered coldly, not looking at any one of them.
"That I doubt. Lady, but it ain't gonna be that way. You want to take BeeBee here up to de room and fuck him real good like I done you, or you wanna stay here and get fucked-horsed--by James so's we can all watch? Huh. Lady? Which is it?" Leon's words shipped out of his mouth with vengeance, giving her no room for choice.
Virginia mustered all her strength to herself, what there was left of it, in order to speak. "Is that what you want, Billy Boy? Do you want to force me to have relations with you? Somehow I thought you were different." She didn't really expect an answer hut she had hoped for a delay so that she could get control of the situation.
She was afraid to leave and afraid to stay. She knew that once inside the bedroom she would try to make the escape, no matter what the odds were against her. And, for some reason, Billy Boy tore at her heart. She hated to put him on the spot hut there was no other way out. After all, she reminded herself, he was part of this depraved gang so she was wasting her time by even hesitating to use him to whatever advantage she could!
"Sure, dat what BeeBee want, ain't that right?" Leon asked him in a voice that carried as much a threat as a question.
"What's all the pleading with him? I'm ready to fuck her now. NOW! What is this anyway?" Pico demanded, smoothing back his black greasy hair nervously.
"I say dis one more time, Fucker, then you gonna get a knuckle sandwich. He de only one who ain't had his pleasure. He next. After dat...well," Leon smiled easily, "dere a couple little ol' white cunt-virgin girls-comin. I gonna be rested for that. Yeah, man."
"God-damn, man, I done forgot that. Yeah!" Pico said, grabbing his limp prick. His eyes literally sparkled with desire.
Virginia turned from him in revulsion. She had forgotten about the girls. How could she have forgotten? She glanced hurriedly at the clock and read the time with alarm. It was only one fifteen. It seemed to her that she had been locked up with these animals for three days rather than three hours. Be that as it may, she reminded herself, she had only about one hour to get rid of them-somehow! After that she was certain that the problem would become more complicated by the arrival of the girls. The community might forgive her for getting herself into such a situation and might even in time forget about it. But there was no doubt that they would never forget or forgive her for involving those two girls even if it meant giving up her life to prevent it.
Leon interrupted her thoughts. "You done forgit about them little lily white virgins comin to tea, VIR...GIN? I ain't. No sir...ree!" He howled with delight. Then, "Come on now. Let's you and me and BeeBee take a long walk up dem short stairs to de MASTER bedroom. He be de master." He gently took her arm and lifted her from the chair. She offered no resistance. The three of them walked up the stairs, Leon leading Virginia forcefully by the arm, Billy Boy walking behind, his prick now hard and stiff and standing straight out from his body.
Leon threw open the door to the bedroom and guided her to the bed. He unceremoniously forced her down onto the mattress on her back. Then he went to the windows and checked them, making certain that a call for help would go unheeded on that side of the house. Virginia watched him quietly, praying that he wouldn't discover the bathroom. Billy Boy watched her, his large brown eyes soft and understanding and filled to overflowing with desire.
Leon turned from the windows and began checking the doors. He opened Peter's closet, then slammed the door closed. He did the same to Virginia's, then turned and started for the bathroom.
"Why don't you leave us alone?" Virginia demanded, rubbing her soft white stomach with her hands in what she hoped was an attitude of desire.
"You think you gonna fool old Leon, lady? Naw, you ain't. You is hygienic and you gotta have a place to hygiene, right? All you muthers gotta wash de sin of sex right out of you. Like," he smiled wickedly at her and opened the door to the bathroom, "dis. Now it just possible that you crazy enough about old BeeBee dere that you ain't gonna crawl outta dis window and across de roof and lie hollering yore pretty head off to de neighbors?" He was really enjoying himself. "You ain't, bitch, because I'm locking the door and taking the key with me. Get the fuck over there!" He yelled at Billy Boy.
Billy Boy moved to the bed and eased himself down onto it very gently. He looked back to Leon and tried to smile at him.
"A'right, BeeBee. You get a good fuck. I be right outside de door. I trust you. 'Cause she get away, I gonna cut your balls off and den everybody gonna always trust you after dat. Understand?" He wasn't smiling as he spoke.
Receiving a nod from the young, desire-filled boy, Leon went to the door and opened it and stood there with his hand on the handle. "I be right here, now. I want to hear a little noise in here or I be back." He stepped through the door and closed it after him.
CHAPTER SIX
Virginia looked at Billy Boy and made him meet her eyes with his own. Her glance never wavered and much to her surprise neither did his. He bent toward her and touched her lips with his own, then pressed down gently until her lips began to burn under his. He tried to open her lips with his tongue, but she wouldn't permit him to do so. Angered at her seeming lack of reaction, he moved his body so that it was on top of hers, his hot, heavy, stiff prick burning into the soft flesh of her stomach.
"Ooooh, please," Virginia moaned, as much to herself and her own shame that she was going to be fucked in her own husband's bed by this boy as it was to him. His body felt to her as light and soft as a young, teenage girl's but for the muscles and the vibrating heat of his hard prick.
He shook his head and forced his tongue into her mouth. He shoved it back, experimentally, gouging her tongue with his, then on down into her throat. She made an effort to move him off her but succeeded only in opening her thighs for an instant. He immediately inserted himself between the smooth, white lustiness of them and moved his hard cock flush against her soft, quivering vaginal lips. His tongue reached and sought for her own until he found it. She tried to move his wet, probing tongue from her mouth but he began playing it around, exciting her even though she was trying desperately not to become aroused. But, the warm, wet insistence was too great, and before she knew what she was doing she was sucking and biting at his tongue with all her force.
Billy Boy had watched Virginia all day, hoping for the opportunity to have her alone, hoping, too, that he would make her respond to him as she now seemed to be doing. He had hardly been able to believe the beauty of her body. Her breasts were large and firm and amazingly white and soft and pink tipped. Her stomach was almost flat and round and velvety to the touch. He had loved the curve of her hips, firm and big with a sheen like pure silk. And the graceful ivory curve of her legs had kindled a licking tongue of flame in his loins. They were long and well shaped and topped by the vee of her soft, tantalizing pubic hair. Actually, she was the first woman he had ever had the opportunity to see in the nude long enough to study her closely.
And that he had done. He had hated to see her being mauled and manhandled by the other three, and he'd watched intently as the point had come when she had started to enjoy it. He had been acutely aware of that. He had felt all day that she was just waiting to get him alone. Now he was alone with her and he intended to make good use of his time.
He kissed her forcefully and with what he hoped was finesse. He had probed gently into her soft mouth with his tongue and had felt her resistance. But now there could be no mistaking her willingness to have him kiss her. She had even opened her thighs to him quite willingly, he thought, and he considered that a kind and unexpected gift from her.
Her breasts seemed to be burning his chest. He moved his mouth from hers and then placed it on the large nipple of one of the firm, trembling mounds. He did it gently, then moved his tongue teasingly around the pink flesh and sucked very softly. He felt her involuntarily rise up to meet him, easing her breasts toward his moistened lips. He sucked and kissed and played with the whole of her slowly hardening breasts with his hands and mouth and it was amazing the way the nipple stiffened under his tongue, exciting him, he felt, more so than her. He moved his hot, hungry mouth to her other breast and felt her hands slip behind his head and force him down hard against her firm mounds of flesh
Virginia couldn't believe that she was responding the way she was. She had enjoyed his kissing and probing of her mouth with his tongue and had shamed herself by accepting that and sucking and biting on it. Then he had kissed her breasts so tenderly and lovingly; and. without warning, they had sprung to life and lire had started there, burning through to the very center of her sexual being. Even though she had not wanted to-she had felt his soft hair with her hands and pulled him toward her eagerly. His hard prick brushed and burned the moist, waiting lips of her cunt.
Billv Bov worked furiouslv. kissing and massaging and tugging at her beautiful breasts. He sucked and bit and for every ounce of energy he expended she seemed to be grateful. He moved his mouth to the smooth white flesh of her stomach and kissed gently and did not miss the tremor that passed through her as he did so. Taking small bites of her flesh he worked his mouth all over her soft, yielding stomach until she began to pitch and move under him.
His prick was hot and heavy and he wanted nothing more than to feel the depth of her with it, to push the blood filled head deep into the velvet, welcoming warmth of her cunt and move it in and up forcefully until she begged for more and more of him. But he also knew that he had to hold off a little longer until she was completely ready to accept him.
He worked at her breasts with his fingers and then moved his hands over her body, down the side of her lush hips and on to her knees, scratching her lightly with his fingernails-then started a reverse process until once again his hands enclosed her full, firm breasts. He squeezed and pushed the bar nipples about under his fingers until she arched upward against him and pleaded soundlessly with her body for more attention than he was able to give her.
Billy Bov moved his whole body in one spasmodic jerk until his mouth connected with hers again. then kissed her, using his tongue forcefully inside her mouth. Then, just as abruptly, he moved downward kissing her nipples again and tracing his hot searching mouth over her body to the white softness of her inner thighs.
He bit her there, pushing his tongue against her hot flesh.
"OOOOOOOOOhhhhhh...Ooooooh," she moaned, willingly opening her thighs further to his searching mouth as her hands clasped around his head.
He put his thumbs on the sides of her sparse, hair covered vagina and opened the moist, velvet lips carefully, revealing the inner pinkness and softness of her secret being. He kissed the wet warmth gently then blew his hot breath into her moist opening.
"Ooooooohhh..." she moaned under him, moving about violently but somehow holding her eager waiting pussy in the same position.
He touched the soft pink lips of her vagina with his tongue then traced a complete outline of them. She quivered and continued to moan and pushed herself toward him. He blew his hot breath into her sweet opening again and sucked in the perfume of her, then socked his tongue into her fully. She bucked up violently to meet him, slamming his head down against her with all his force.
He ran his tongue in and out of her, gently at first, then with more force and finally took her clitoris in his teeth and gnawed gently at it.
"AAAaaarrrrgggghhh...Ooooooohhh." she gasped, twisting and turning under him.
Suddenly Billy Boy could wait no longer. His prick was throbbing and hurting for action. He moved her white long legs up and bent them back alongside her body and hoisted his body up over hers until she lay open and waiting for him. He touched the head of his prick to the moist eagerness of her vaginal lips and she moved gently against him. He penetrated her, slowly, gasping, "OH...OH...OH..." with every inward push, relief coming to his lust-hardened prick at last. Finally, he rammed into her, all the way, and thought that he would die from the sudden raging sensation that shook his body. Her hot cunt accepted his hard throbbing cock and wrapped itself around him, searing him with its welcome velvet heat. He rammed all the way in and then withdrew--waiting only to plunge back in with all his pent up force.
Virginia's thinking had long ceased. Her resistance had died from the lusting desire that quivered throughout her arching body. He had kissed her so tenderly yet so hotly that every nerve in her body was standing on end. When he had fastened his hot mouth to the soft waiting nether lips between her thighs, she could no longer contain herself and had lost control of her will. His tongue, making passage for itself against her cuntal walls, had sent flames of heat and desire racing along her body until she had known that there would be only one way to bring relief to herself
She had willingly accepted his heavy prick into the hot, eager expectance of her vagina and her mind had reeled from the sudden blinding ecstasy of his thrust. He had entered her gently, inflaming her more than she was already, pushing in deeply and pounding against the inner walls of her until she had opened and accepted the total hardness of him. His every stroke had only served to increase her mounting desire until she felt as though she were ready to die of lewd, lascivious pleasure. She clutched at him with her arms and legs and pulled him to her even' time he plunged in, then eagerly awaited his return even before he could complete withdrawal.
Billy Boy drove his searing hardness into her again and again-his own trembling vibrations wakening to hers. Her arms clutched his back and her legs kicked out and possessively wrapped tightly around his hips.
"OOOOoooohhhh..." she moaned and withered under him.
He could have cried out in his joy. He pressed his mouth onto hers and she almost sucked the breath out of him. He realized that she was matching his every stroke. He rocked and pounded and plowed and shoved into her, to the very core of her, until a pain shot through his throbbing prick from his balls, sharp and insistent, indicating a need for instant release.
"AAagh...aaaggh..." he groaned.
He pulled out almost completely then rocked back into her fully, enjoying the sound of her deep moan against his own. His movements became more frenzied and so did hers. He thrust in and in with hard, piston-like strokes, grinding deep into her until the explosive magic of release was there for him, leaping and bursting out of his prick, burning him as he spewed deeply into her. He rocked and ground and pounded as he continued to cum inside her until he felt she must be bursting with the hot, flowing lava of his semen.
Virginia had achieved her first orgasm long before he did. He had been stroking into her gently but with force and the growing feeling deep inside her stomach had erupted and flowed out to meet his hot headed prick in gentle waves. And, before it had completely finished, it had started building up again. She tore at him with all her strength and now somehow his hot semen shooting into her caused it to be there more deliciously and violently-more fully and totally than the first time, blotting out her entire existence except for the licking tongue of flame that tore at the center of her senses.
She pushed herself against him, matching his every stroke, pushing up as he plunged down, until she was drained. She felt his body relax on hers and so she made herself stop, surprised that she could detect the need rising within herself again. She held him tightly to her and the tears of joy streamed down her cheeks.
"Why are you crying?" He asked softly, moving his still hard, hot, heavy prick deeper into her velvet warmth.
'Tm...I am sinful. There will be no mercy for me. I deserve this..." she sobbed, her eyes closed tightly so that she would not have to look at him. "L-loving it...in...my own husband's bed."
"No," he said, his lips burrowed in the hollow of her neck, muzzling the soft flesh, "You are not sinful. We are. They are."
"I'm a married woman, to a minister. He'll never forgive me. I'll never forgive myself. I...I enjoyed this too much." Her whole body rocked with her sobbing.
"We all enjoy it too much, Virginia. I do. I don't want to but I do. Not like those animals, but I do. I can't help it. But I don't think it's a sin." Billy Boy's voice was low and soothing to her torn feelings and emotions.
"But...no. I even enjoyed him-that Leon. I...I'll just die and burn in Hell...Peter'll never forgive me." She continued to sob, his hard prick still resting in the warm, close confines of her still slightly trembling cuntal walls.
"He has to. It wasn't your doing. We just came here and there you were, in the garden, your dress clinging to you and your breasts pushing out against the material and it was...God!...it was beautiful to see!" He stroked gently in and out of her, the memory of her slightly heated figure in the garden exciting him again.
"That's what I mean. I.. . I have to tell some one. The tools in the garden excite me. They really do. Every one of them is like a phallic symbol to me and...You see, I really am a very sinful woman." She began to move with him, matching his gentle pushing in and out of her, enjoying again the hardness of his stiff prick ramming into her. "I found myself talking to them this morning...the garden tools," she continued, moving her long white legs over and around his slim hips.
They didn't talk anymore. Billy Boy continued to push in and out of her, enjoying the gentle waves of pleasure that swept over and through his body, then out of it, only to reenter again and come spinning and ripping out of his lust-hardened prick, the whole length of it, from deep in the very core of his being.
He seemed to himself to be watching his own action. His pleasure was beyond belief to him. He would push into her, having to exert slight pressure, then grinding down easily, moving his hips from side to side as she fastened ever harder to his hips with her legs. Her soft hands moved over his back, heating the flesh and when he ground down hard they would slide to the small of his back, just where his buttocks curved up, and she'd tug gently and let her hands move over him to his shoulders.
Billy Boy lazily kissed the softness of her neck and smooth, white shoulders, then moved his lips to hers and pressed down upon them as he plowed into the hot, massaging depth of her cunt, then parted the softness of her lips with his tongue and moved it over her teeth until he found hers and his ecstasy knew no bounds when she took it with her own and sucked it deep into her throat.
Virginia pushed all thoughts from her mind and began to concentrate on the immediate pleasure that lay atop her and in her. That inner heat of her had begun again and his hard prick had started a gentle stroking inside her, deep down, and as he pushed in with eager insistence she gratefully accepted him...the hot, probing hardness of him. She knew that her legs were around his waist, what there was of it, and she was aware that her hands flew softly and gently over the velvety smooth flesh of his back.
She held him to her with all her force and energy, feeling the fire of desire awakening again deep inside her, wanting him and needing him more than she had ever dreamed possible. She accepted his tongue into her mouth and gently played with it there, sucking and drawing it as deeply as possible into her throat.
"OOOoooohhh...Aaaahh...Ooooohh," she moaned, moving easily against him, her contracting muscles drawing his hard, pulsating prick deep into her tightening and releasing with sensual, undulating rhythms. The pressure kept building and rising and his aching body cried out for relief. The velvet wet, clasping softness of her sucked at the head of his prick and millions of jabs of painful pleasure caused him to move more violently and rapidly.
He would have liked nothing better than to have moved slowly...easily...in and out of her tight, pulsing cunt, prolonging and wasting in the pleasure of the throbbing heat of her, but he couldn't. He had to move faster, had to bring the blinding moment of release to himself again.
He rocked in fully, slamming against the backs of her upraised thighs-and then withdrew fiercely only to drive back into her again and again in short piston strokes-glorying in the fact that she matched his every movement, no matter how violent he became. Then he felt her arching and reaching even more hungrily beneath him. He could feel the wetness and warmness of her spread out. engulfing him in fiery heat as she tightened around the head of his prick.
He bounced and pounded and rammed into the depth of her and her cumming was like a magnet to his own. drawing it into her as it spewed out of him. traveling hotly the length of is burning rod. shooting out again and again until he was exhausted and pushed fully into her inner depth and lay limply on top of her lovely naked softness...stroking her wet, perspiring body with his hands, gently, kindly.
Virginia felt as though she could stay as she was forever. All thoughts of sin had long since fled from her thinking as her body had slowly and completely taken control of her. She felt more rested than she had in years, flat on her back, all desires seemingly satisfied...Billy Boy's still-stiff prick sunk deep inside her warm, tight cunt, his hard, vet somehow soft, body resting fully upon her.
She moved her hands over his back then to his shoulders and to his neck. She thrilled at the softness of his hair and the contour of his head. She was aware of his relaxed stomach muscles lying hotly on top of hers and she smiled at the different shades of their skin, his dark and warm, hers smooth and white and warm.
"Billy Boy, I must confess..." she started, a half smile on her lips that froze as her eyes widened and her whole body tensed.
"What?" he inquired in a lazy voice, then feeling the tenseness of her under him demanded, "What's wrong?"
"Shhh!" she demanded, placing her soft hand over his lips. Then, "Oh, God, it is! The doorbell!" She felt as though she were paralyzed. "The girls...oh, dear God, don't let it be!" she implored, moving under him as though she wanted to relieve herself of what had become a burden.
Billy Boy tried to talk to her, moving his prick in and out of her warm, still-moist cunt slowly, still hard and ready again for the ultimate enjoyment. "It's okay. Let's just stay here."
"No. Please. I must net up. Please!" she cried out and started to struggle under biro, moving so that he had to withdraw from her.
His prick slipped out of the warm, velvet cave that had held him so deliciously and she rolled immediately to her side and swung her feet off the bed. Just a moment before she had been so contented and happy; now she was like a trapped animal, her mind spinning in circles that never quite came back fully to a complete thought.
"Oh, please, Billy Boy, you must help me. Please. I..." she began and suddenly her cheeks were running rivers of tears.
"Sure. What do you want me to do?" He was alarmed at the sudden change in her.
"I don't know. Oh, dear God!" She stood by the bed nude and wrung her hands over and over again.
The doorbell rang again more insistently.
Virginia went to the closet and pulled open the door. Just as she did so the door to the bedroom opened and the drooping eye of Leon pinned her against the closet door.
"Just stay here. Looks like we got company," he told her, a vicious grin on his face.
"No. Not ever," Virginia cried, searching frantically for her robe. She found it and slipped it on and cinched tight the belt. She went to the door and jerked it open only to find Leon's ugly face blocking her way.
"Move. I want out of here."
She didn't wait for his answer. She pushed past him and reached the head of the stairs before he caught her.
"Okay, baby, I think you got a good idea. We answer the door together. Coine on." He took her arm and led her down the steps.
Virginia stopped at the bottom of the steps and jerked her arm away from him. "You stupid ass!" she hurled vehemently at him, "You're naked!"
"You right, VIR...GIN," he grinned. "Now let's just take it slow and easy and I get a couple of threads around my body."
Pico was standing just inside the door of the living room, pale, a warning of danger having sounded through his near empty head with the ringing of the doorbell. James, still drooling and as stupid as ever, stood alongside him, his big prick hanging straight down.
"Get your asses covered!" Leon ordered, taking Virginia's arm and guiding her into the living room. The doorbell sounded again, sending its soft musical chimes throughout the house.
Leon only bothered to slip on a pair of trousers. He did so with one hand, holding Virginia with the other. He looked about the room until he found the gleaming knife, then, picking it up, led Virginia to the door.
"Now, lady, you can warn them and they may even be able to get away, but you be dead if you do. You be real nice and just tell 'em to come on in and join the party." He twisted her arm cruelly and shoved the knife blade against her back until the point of it pricked her flesh. Virginia opened the door prepared to tell them to run, to go away and call the police, having decided that it would be more noble to give her own life than have the girls attacked and raped and brutalized as she had been, but she didn't have the opportunity. She opened the door a crack and the two of them pushed right past her into the house.
"I'm sorry to be so early, Mrs. Scholling, but we got our business attended to and we decided to..." Pain started to say before she stopped and her mouth remained open and she stared in disbelief at James. He was still nude and had made his way into the hall.
Leon stepped from behind Virginia and leaped to the door. He firmly locked it. He threw Virginia against the two girls, almost causing the three of them to lose their balance.
"PICO!" he bellowed, "GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!"
Pico came running through the door and stopped just on their side of it. He looked at the immobilized girls and then whistled low and meaningfully. "I want the blonde, Leon," he said, his eyes running up and down the thoroughly frightened Mary.
"Oooh, God'. Mrs. Scholling!" she cried, trying to move away from Pico's hungry eyes.
"Aaaiieee!" Pain screamed and tried to run, causing Virginia's nerves to bunch up and the hair along the back of her neck to stand on end.
Virginia looked at Pam then followed her frozen stare. Billy Boy was coining down the stairs, nude, very shyly, holding onto the banister and looking at the whole group with wide-eyed wonder. Virginia felt like killing him, then remembered that his clothes were in the living room. She turned her back to him and put her arms around the frightened girls.
Tin sorry. They've been here for almost three hours. I...I tried to warn you...but they had a knife at my throat. I...I don't..." she began, wanting to help the girls.
Leon cut her off abruptly. "Shut de fuck up! De girl virgins, dey here to see you nephew. Ain't that right, Mary?"
"You..." she sputtered. "You were the one on the phone...I. . . Oh, God," she wailed, then began crying almost silently, her shoulders heaving with great wracking sobs.
Virginia couldn't help herself. She raised her hand and smacked Leon in the face with all her strength and pent-up fury. The sound of her hand connecting with his cheek Hat on sounded throughout the small hallway, filling it with noise. His eyes flashed a look of pure hatred at her that made her want to vomit in fear. She knew he would never forgive her.
"She jealous, girls. Yeah. She done fuck ev-everybody here and now she mad cause you come. Taint right, is it, honey?" he leered at Pam.
Pam didn't-couldn't-answer. She was crying steadily, her whole body racked with sobs. Her face was in her hands and her breasts pushed tight against her arms.
Leon reached over and took her arms in his hands, deliberately brushing her soft, full breasts as he did so. "When's I talk to you, answer me, honey, cause if you don't, I gets real balled and FUCKING MAD!" he ended with a bellow, causing Pam to sag into a near faint.
"Let's all go into de salon," he laughed, pushing the frightened girl ahead of him then taking Virginia's arm and shoving her through the door. "Pico, you inuther, git de virgins some beer. Dey thirsty."
"I don't drink, thank you," Mary said, very stiffly, in a very prissy schoolgirl manner that sounded ludicrous in the violence that filled the house.
Virginia wanted to laugh. Then she felt like screaming.
All the boys, including Billy Boy, laughed at her. Pico shrilled his high peal of laughter then took off after the beer. Leon took Mary's arm and threw her against James.
"He teach you how, honey," Leon told her, then turned his gaze to Pain. "You gonna be a sweet piece!" he hissed, running his pink-palmed hands over her shaking shoulders.
She shrank away from him and moved closer to Virginia.
"Now girls, let's have de social niceties. Is Leon." He bowed from the waist. "And dat inuther dere, he Whitey or James or Horse, 'cause he got de biggest prick in de world." he laughed as the girls looked in horror at James's loose hanging, big headed penis.
"And dis here, he a nice guy just been fuckin' de lady of de house, yore hostess for de day, VIR...GIN. He named Billy Boy." The latter named turned a deep red and refused to look at either of the trembling girls. "He shy, too," Leon continued, chuckling lewdly. "And dis fucker with de beer, he de lover of the whole bunch. He named Pico."
A slimy grin spread over Pico's face. He passed everyone a can of beer, including Virginia, then took a long swallow of his own. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at Mary and asked, "You speak Spanish, honey? I got chili in my pants."
"Only if Leon says so," Virginia retorted in Spanish, very haughty and superior to the occasion.
Pico drew hack his fist to rap Virginia hut Leon looked at him and spit out: "Knock it off. Let her talk! Words ain't never hurt nobody."
"She's always putting me down, Leon," Pico whined like a child. "She don't have to do that all the time."
"Be a man, fucker. You lissen to a woman talk, try to understand what she say, you gonna he crazy. Shit! Dey talk all de time. Ain't important." He took a long swallow of his beer and continued. "But now, VIR...GIN, doin' just like I done tol' you. She trying to keep you mad so you can't fuck dat little virgin dere." He indicated Mary with a sweep of his beer can, causing her to start crying all over again. "And me, Pam and I gonna make some sweet, jazzy music. And VIR...GIN, she ain't gonna be talking. Naw. Whitey, he gonna shove dat horse cock in her and she be quiet! Yeah. Ain't gonna hear nothing outta her!" He laughed hideously at his own joke and finished his can of beer.
"Pico, let's have another beer before we start. Man, I got a thirst!" Leon handed Pico the empty can.
"Yeah, Jefe, I get it." Pico took the empty can and his eyes still on the frightened Mary, said, as he ran his tongue over his lips, "Don't go away, Mary." He turned and went for the beer.
"Oh, Mrs. Scholling, what are we going to do? Please!" the quivering girl implored in a child's voice, her young, slender body trembling with fear.
"I don't know, but crying isn't going to help. We are surrounded by animals. They're not human," Virginia told her, speaking for Leon's benefit as she took the girl's quaking body in her arms.
"What de fuck you talk about, lady? I done fuck you and you just hummed with pleasure. Mebbe you right-mebbe it ain't HUMAN and in dat case, de animals sure have de fun. But I think it human, VIR...GIN, 'cause you a human and you like it. Now I could tell de girls virgins-who ain't gonna be that way much longer-'bout you in detail and about de things I know about your Peter...guess I better say de minister so dere ain't no confusion...if you keep it up, I gonna tell," Leon threatened her. He noticed that the two girls listened intently to what he said, waiting perhaps for gossip they would never be able to use in any case after the day was over.
"All right, Leon. That isn't necessary. You...she's a lady and we shouldn't..." Billy Boy stammered, his soft voice a welcome rebel in the mist of the fear and tension. Virginia couldn't help hut smile at him.
"You right, BeeBee. She a good fuck, huh?" Leon asked.
Billy Boy didn't answer. He turned and sat himself down in the chair that belonged to Peter. He refused to look at any of them, thereby having, to his own mind, cut himself off from the insanity of it all.
"It's all right, Billy Boy," Virginia told him, still clutching the frightened girl to her.
Then Pico returned with the beer. He reached for the can of beer Mary bad. She relinquished it readily.
"You don't drink any, yet. You drink it, then I give you another." Pico smiled at her, trying to force her to take the near full can back.
"I don't drink!" she screamed, refusing to put her hand around the cold, frosty can.
"Maybe you'd better, Mary," Virginia told her. "It seems to help."
Mary looked steadily at Virginia with her large, blue, innocent eyes, before tasting the beer. She made a face then tried bravely to smile.
"Dis a nice party, but everybody dressed too much on such a warm day," Leon drawled, unzipping his trousers. "Let's all relax and we's gonna feel better." He removed his trousers. The two girls watched him in fascination. He didn't miss their inquisitive glances. "Come on now, girl virgins, you don't wanna stand round all hot and steamy in dem threads, do you?"
Both of the girls shrank back against Virginia. She tightened her grip on them and spoke to Leon. "Please, Leon. Leave the girls alone. They're very young. You have already degraded and debased me...so...it doesn't matter. Don't bother them, please!" she pleaded.
"You half right, VIR...GIN. Take off dat damned robe!" he ordered, then moved swiftly to her and threw the girls away from her clutches. He removed her robe swiftly and threw it into a heap on the floor. Virginia stood quite still, seeming more naked to herself with the girls there than she had been before. "James, Whitey, you come git her," Leon said.
James loped over to Virginia and reached out his big paw for her. Virginia took a swipe at his face, catching his left jaw with her fingernails.
"Uugh!" he groaned before locking his strong arms around her waist. He pulled and dragged her to the center of the floor and sat down, pulling her with him. His hands immediately went to her breasts.
Pam and Mary were locked in each others' arms crying softly. They were looking at Virginia with disbelief in their eyes. She refused to meet their stares, knowing what they must be feeling about her. She felt James' hot, panting breath on her neck, his tugging at her breasts and because they had fallen to the floor as they had, his hardening prick was pushed up behind her into the crevice of her soft buttocks. She struggled but that only seemed to give him the advantage of working more closely against her flesh.
"Come on, girl virgins, let me help you!" Leon laughed and reached for Mary. She drew back in fear, still clutching tightly to her friend Pam.
"She's mine, Leon. You promised!" Pico shrilled, moving like a cat until he was there among the three of them.
"So she yours, fucker. Get her clothes off. I wanna see dat virgin purity in a white skin," Leon retorted, dragging Pain up next to him. "Now, baby, let's not tear dat dress. I hep you." He took the zipper on the back of her dress and opened it without trouble. Pain was standing stock still, her eyes wide and unseeing, almost as though she were in a state of shock. He moved the light dress over her shoulders and whistled long and low when he saw her breasts. They were overly large and full for a girl her age and seemed to be packed firmly into her bra.
Leon ran his hands over her soft, virginal skin, then cupped his hands under her smooth, rounded orbs. He bent his head and kissed each of them, then slid his arms around her and unclasped her bra. It jumped out from under her breasts as he removed the straps from her shoulders. She was sobbing, her whole body trembling, which made the large, firm tits move with quivering enticement. Leon stepped back and whistled softly with appreciation, then pushed her dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor about her feet.
Pam covered her exposed breasts with her arms. Her whole body was covered with goose pimples. Except for her quiet sobbing and the husky, heavy breathing of the boys, the room was silent.
Virginia had long since quit struggling against the strong arms of idiot James, so that now she looked Pam over carefully and tried to decide if the girl was in a state of shock. The young girl hardly seemed to notice what was happening to her and Virginia realized she was building up to some kind of explosion.
Leon hooked his fingers in the band of her panties and started to move them over the sweeping curve of her hips. "NO!" she screamed suddenly and tried to push away from him. Leon grabbed her firmly by her waist, his large hands almost circling her, and somehow got his leg between hers, they toppled to the floor. In lightning-like movements he did what he had set out to do...He tore her panties from her viciously.
Pam lay on the floor, her arm thrown over her eyes, utterly naked and beautiful, sobbing and shaking.
Virginia looked at the trembling girl, her mind wandering through strange, divorced analytical thoughts. Her eyes surveying the young girl's beautiful breasts as they rose majestically up from her chest, firm and white and topped with large, lush, soft nipples of thrusting pink-ness. Her stomach was muscled, yet looked soft and smooth and her pubic hair was perfectly colored and shaped, dividing her lovely, innocent body into two parts and topping the beauty of her long legs divinely. Virginia felt a pang of jealousy.
Before Virginia could examine more deeply her feeling about the girl on the floor there was a muffled scream from Mary. She looked quickly up at her. The girl was fighting with all her strength but it was a hopeless struggle. Pico ripped her dress to shreds then clawed viciously at her small, teenage breasts.
"Take your clothes off, Mary, it'll be easier," Virginia ordered her with a strange, detached calmness.
Mary looked at the calm, cool woman through blinding tears. She mechanically moved her hands to the clasps of her bra and undid it. It didn't jump away from her body as had Pain's but hung snugly to her breasts. Pico reached up and tore her bra straps over her shoulders and off her arms. She stood looking down at the floor, her small, firm mounds pert and taut, standing out defiantly from her small chest. Pico grabbed her half-slip and panties at the waist band and moved them rapidly over her hips. It occurred to Virginia that the girl was too thin, that she was underweight. Virginia s mind cried out to her. Oh God! What had happened to her! How could she possibly have such thoughts at a time like this!
Mary was a true blonde. Her soft, silken pubic hair was almost as blond as the hair on her head and almost invisible. Her small body rocked with sobs as she tried to cover her breasts and her silken triangular mound at the same time. Pico moved her arm from her pert, heaving little breasts, then tried to move her other hand away from her thighs. She held tightly, trying to cover her shame, but he insisted. He caught the sensitive edges of her vaginal lips cruelly and harshly with his finger.
"Aaaiiieee..." she screamed, filling the room with the sound.
"Take it easy, Pico. You got lots of time," Leon drawled, his eye drooping and a small bit of spittle oozing from the corner of his mouth. "She gonna be a good fuck."
"Man, I can't wait. I wanna fuck now. I been bringing the beer and getting everything ready, now I gotta wait more. Come on, Jefe, gimme a break," he pleaded, holding the girl's shivering body to his own, his prick hard now and pressed into her.
"We all gonna fuck, but I gotta plan a little. Now I cain't enjoy dis tight little cunt," Leon motioned toward the supine Pain, "and keep an eye on ol' VIR...GIN dere at de same time. So, we gonna git James started, den we be fuckin' dem. How dat sound?"
"Okay, okay. Let's get going!" Pico demanded, smearing the excited secretions from his hardened prick against the stomach of Mary over and over again.
"You a wild fucker, Pico," Leon laughed. "Now, Whitey, you ready to fuck her good?" he said, turning his attention to James.
James bobbed his head up and down and drooled at the mouth as he wiggled under Virginia and blew his hot breath on her neck.
"Yeah. Ready," he moaned. His hard prick was pressing with urgency against her soft, yielding buttocks.
Leon laughed. "You ain't never gonna git dat thing in lak dat, James. Get her on her back," he ordered, standing up in anticipation of aiding the inept idiot.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The fight was simply gone from Virginia. There was nothing for her to do, she felt numbly, except to submit to him. She realized that the girls were incapable of even helping themselves, let alone her. Pico, she knew, was at a dangerous stage, ready to do almost anything to satisfy himself. She knew that he wouldn't hesitate to heap whatever harm was necessary on the girl to have his way with her. She felt herself being moved around and placed on her back so that she was facing the other people in the room. The carpet felt good to her after the hot and clammy flesh of James but her shame and embarrassment still burned into her tortured mind as acute: all the people in the room looked intently at her open and revealing nakedness.
So what? her mind interrupted coldly. Let them look. They'll only be seeing a preview of what is to come for them. How can I be noble and courageous after being so degraded and ill-used? Of course the girls can't imagine what I've been through, so it will be a shock to them no matter what takes place here. You'd better think of yourself, Virginia, and let everyone else worry about himself.
She almost smiled, then lay still, enjoying the feel of the carpet and the startled looks of the girls. She wondered idly if either of them had ever seen a man nude before because one would certainly get the idea they hadn't by the way they were looking at James beside her. She warned herself that she was probably becoming hysterical since she was talking to herself. NOT ALOUD, THOUGH, an inner voice reminded her. THAT'S SOME IMPROVEMENT, another voice answered from the depth of her.
She probably would have continued in that train of thought if James had not fallen on her and almost knocked the wind out of her fungt Her impulse was to fight-to claw and tear at him and rip him apart with her fingernails. But she couldn't match his strength.
"Ughhh...Uuuggh," James slobbered, wetting her face with his spittle as he sought for her mouth with his own.
Virginia turned her head from side to side, determined that he would not kiss her. The very thought of having his mouth clamped onto hers made her sick. She felt the unbelievably thick hardness of his hot prick as it throbbed against her stomach, burning into her soft flesh. She rolled under him, trying to dislodge him. He plowed into the unwilling flesh of her stomach with his huge, swollen penis which was beginning to feel to her like a live log rolling against her, and he continued to moan and slobber over her.
"You ready to beg me, VIR...GIN?" Leon asked, standing tall above her.
"COWARD!" she yelled at him, opening her mouth only briefly because James's was close and searching for hers.
"I told you, VIR...GIN, you wanna beg me to fuck you, I do it and save you from ol' Whitey boy dere. 'Member dat? Now, if you ready to beg, I see my way to luck you and we find something else for Whitey to do. What you say, VIR...GIN?" His afflicted eye drooped more than it had before but for all that she thought she saw a glimmer of longing and kindness and pleading in the other one.
Virginia wasn't about to give him any satisfaction, no matter how badly his ego might need it. "Beg you? You are crazy! COWARD!" she breathed, struggling mightily with the rutting James.
"Okay, lady, I done say it, you done answer, so..." He then addressed James as he patted him on the head. "You ready put dat ol' horse cock in dat tight, warm pussy, boy?"
"Ugh...Ugh," James replied, bobbing his head up and down.
"BeeBee, you get over here and keep a tight hold on dat little cunt," he said, pointing to Pam, "so's she don't cause no trouble. Not too tight, and not in the wrong place. I gotta help ol' Whitey here, 'cause he ain't never gonna get that pole in lessen I help." Leon laughed and moved around to Virginia's feet; then he ordered James up. He took both her feet in his hands and pulled her legs up and back, almost bending them all the way back over her head and presenting the whole of her naked crotch to the eyes of the gaping people in the room.
"Aaaaaiiieee..." Virginia screamed, the pain from the stretched muscles tearing at her back and thighs.
"Put some fuckin' music on. Dis bitch gonna wake up every sleepin' dog in de neighborhood. Git one of de records dat little cunt bring," Leon bellowed, nodding his head in the direction of the wide-eyed, white-faced, scared Mary.
Pico removed his hands from Mary's small breasts and asked her softly and strangely-much as though she were his fianc�e, "Honey, what records you bring? The Beatles? The Rolling Stones?"
"Shut you fuck face and put de fuckin' music on. Ain't no bit of shit what record she bring! You think this some kind of jazz festival?" Leon growled, tightening his grip on Virginia's legs. She realized that he was on the verge of losing all self-control.
What could she say to push him over the brink? If she should find the right thing, how far could she go-how far would he go? Would she endanger the lives of the two girls as well as her own? She had been around him long enough to know that he was insane, truly, and that his moments of sanity didn't last long. She had pushed him to the verge before and she had seen him try hard to keep his self-control. And, she realized, with alarm, he wouldn't hesitate to kill all of them, including the other boys, if he should happen to cross that thin, threadlike line. She decided to keep her mouth shut.
"BABY WON'T YOU LIGHT MY FlRE?" blared out from the stereo.
"Dat appropriate, VIR...GIN, 'cause he gonna light your fire." Leon laughed, giving her legs a tug. Then, "Okay, Whitey, she ready. Ram dat rod home, all de way into dat nice warm little pussy," he shouted above the voice of Feliciano, the singer.
Virginia felt his huge, hot prick head touch her vagina and she knew it would never work. God! Oh God! He'd tear her apart! He felt like a giant, wriggling boa constrictor against her, throbbing thickly and heavily against her soft lips. She heard one of the girls gasp but she couldn't tell which one it was.
"PUSH, YOU DUMB FUCKER!" Leon hollered, tearing cruelly at her legs.
James pushed. The huge head of his prick slipped just inside her soft cuntal lips. She cried out in pain as she felt her soft, yielding vagina being ripped apart and knew that he was splitting her and he hadn't even really started. She gasped for breath, the pain searing her vagina and rushing to all parts of her body. He lunged again and rammed his pole-hard prick another couple of inches into her.
"AAAAAaaaaggglihh...Aaahh..." she moaned, trying to move away from him. She couldn't. Leon held onto her legs firmly and James continued to push and lunge into her, moving his pole into her tortured, stretched vagina an inch at a time, tearing and ripping and filling the inside of her until she could take no more. She felt as though she were being stretched over a flaming fire plug.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiee.ee..." she screamed abruptly when he had bunched up his muscles and shoved almost half of his hard, thick cock up her soft, almost dry opening, tearing and splitting and cramming her to a point of bursting.
Mary thought she was going to pass out. She was sitting on the couch, directly in front of Virginia, as she watched. She couldn't believe what was taking place before her. Pico was sitting beside her, his large hands on her small breasts, not an unpleasant sensation for her, and his fingers had long since aroused her nipples to a hardness that was frightening to her. Her whole body seemed to be on fire, starting and burning more forcefully in the area of her breasts, and never before had she had such a feeling.
She thought that Mrs. Scholling was beautiful and somehow a martyr as she lay nude on the floor in front of them, her helplessly unprotected vagina directly open to that grunting, lewd animal on top of her. Mary simply couldn't believe nor accept the largeness of James' penis. It was mammoth! She had never seen a boy naked, so before today she couldn't for the life of her imagine what they carried between their legs. But being in the mist of four naked boys and two naked women-even if the other one was a girl her own age-was strangely not as terrifying as it had been at first. She had been terribly frightened, then her body had heated as it had never done before, but Mrs. Scholling had lieen so calm and cool and had seemed so detached and-well, just so above it all-that she had relaxed somewhat. Nothing in her previous experience had prepared her for something like what was happening before her eyes, however, and to the wife of the minister!
She looked at Mrs. Scholling and saw the big ape of a man or boy on top of her, his long, huge pole thickly veined and so round and thick, moving into the pinkness of Mrs. Scholling and realized for the first time how very painful it must be to her. Virginia's screaming had rocked the thought home to her quite force-fully. She saw James' huge penis plowed halfway up the opening that seemed so small for it and saw the woman's soft, pink straining lips stretching around the swollen shaft until it seemed beyond human endurance and her realization of the pain that Mrs. Scholling must be enduring rocked through her own virginal body. She shuddered and Pico tightened his grip on her. He took her small breast in one hand and with his other took her hand in his and moved it down his thigh until she felt it touch the pulsing hotness of his penis, which was now hard and throbbing to her touch. She tried to move it, to withdraw her hand from contact with his fiery, alien shaft of flesh, but he forced it to stay there. It felt to her much like the throbbing of the heart of a bird.
Mary's breathing was coming hard to her, bursting from her lungs in heated waves. She looked at the lovely figure of Mrs. Scholling being ravished by that beast and instead of trying to help her, she sat almost complacently nude herself, holding onto a boy's penis. Her shame was intense, but the scene before her was something she had never even imagined, let alone thought to see in her whole life and she was powerless.
Suddenly she was aware of Pico's hot breath on her neck. She moved away from him, arching her slim, young body, and he made a grab for her, accurately, and drew her to him forcefully. She felt his hot mouth on hers, her very first real kiss, and found at first that it strangely wasn't as unpleasant as she had thought it would be. Suddenly the wetness of his tongue probed, pressing against her lips and repulsed her. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop and he rammed his tongue fully into her open mouth. She tried to move her head away from him, but he came after her, swiftly and surely, never losing the cavity of her mouth with his hot, probing tongue.
She felt his hands exploring her body, burning into the flesh wherever he touched her. They glided over her hips, which were-even though they were slim-full and well rounded, and then to her stomach and up to her small breasts again. He grasped her nipples tightly and squeezed until he hurt her. His tongue still worked with lightning-like strokes in her mouth and nothing she could do permitted her to get rid of it. She didn't realize that she was still holding onto the hard shaft of his penis-using it almost as though it was a sort of anchor to steady herself with.
Pam, sitting on the opposite end of the couch, thought she was going to be sick. Billy Boy had his arm around her smooth, white shoulders, but he had made no move to molest her. She knew that she was destined to be-her mind couldn't accept the word fucked-coupled with Leon, because he had told her so. And she knew beyond doubt that he was the leader of the gang of boys. He had given the orders, had told each of them what to do and they had jumped at his every command.
Pam had experienced the feeling of desire. She had made up her mind long ago that she was what was known as a fast maturing girl. She had noticed the other girls in gym class, of course, and was able to compare herself with them. She had come out on the credit side of the ledger always. She knew that she had large and well-shaped breasts, that her hips were well rounded and full enough to lie the hips of a full matured woman. Alone in bed at night she had massaged her breasts, causing the nipples to harden and scream with desire. She had known, of course, that that was a sinful practice but the rush of desire rose so strongly and fiercely that she had never been able to stop until she had moved her hands downward and achieved a solitary fulfillment and completion. Hut never with a hoy!
Strangely enough, she admired Leon. He seemed to be in complete control and except for the tearing of her clothes, he had been most kind and courteous to her. His language was bad--very sinful--but all boys used bad words. That hadn't bothered her too much. The thing that she found the most difficult to believe was Mrs. Scholling s acceptance of things, so calmly and with so much control.
Pain thought with embarrassment about her crush on Mr. Scholling-Peter, she whispered the name to herself-and the times she had wished secretly that something would happen to the beautiful woman who was on the floor nude in front of them now. She had been more than excited when she had spoken to Leon on the telephone. That he should have a nephew that might look something like him (Peter-Mr. Scholling) was more than she could have hoped for, but she had. She had even, she remembered bitterly, confided to Mary that she had had a crush on Mr. Scholling for almost a year.
Pam had secretly stolen glances at the boys and had compared their physiques and their dangling sex organs. When her mind had taken in the fact of the largeness of James' prick, who she classified as a halfwit at best, she had gasped, causing Leon to laugh and promise her that she would never have to worry about James if she didn't resist Leon too much. What a position to be in! She moaned quietly to herself and moved a little closer to the protection of Billy Boy.
Pam had watched Leon take Mrs. Scholling's feet and force her beautiful legs up and back over her head, revealing for all eyes the open, pink slit of her defenseless vagina. Pam had felt infinitely sorry for the poor woman, lying there so exposed and yet somehow so cool and in control of the situation. She had stolen a glance at the idiot James and her mind had been staggered at the hugeness of his penis. She knew beyond doubt that he would never be able to ram that big pole up and into Mrs. Scholling's soft, tender, exposed vagina. It just would never go. Now she watched in amazement as the hugeness of James was fitted half-way into the woman's soft, unprotected opening.
Virginia's screams had torn at Pam's nerves. The idea of having that huge wedge driven up between her own legs had gone a long way toward making her sick. She realized that she had trembled when Mrs. Scholling had let out the first scream, because Billy Boy-who, she readily admitted to herself, was the most handsome boy there-had tightened his grip on her shoulders.
The second time she had screamed, without realizing what she was doing, Pam had dropped her head to Billy Boy's chest, needing the protection and the healing powers of his closeness. She had closed her eyes to the scene taking place before her and started a prayer asking forgiveness for having wished that something would happen to Mr. Scholling in the past...
The woman in her thoughts struggled feebly on the floor and felt as though a sledge hammer had been driven up into her insides. James' hard, thick prick was wedged solidly into her, driven painfully almost up to the extreme limit of her tortured vagina, and he wasn't half-way in yet. She could feel the inner walls of her body being torn and ripped and crammed still fuller. She knew he was getting ready to plunge more and more into her and she realized with a certain accepted finality that she would never be able to bear it without passing out cold. She felt Leon push at her feet and knew he was bending her legs back more to permit James easier passage. Then she felt it, the whole pole-hardness of him tear jarringly into her and his huge bell-like balls smack hard into the naked, upturned crevice of her buttocks.
"OOOOoooogggghhh...Aaaaaaie..." she managed before a thorough blackness swiftly settled over her, blocking out the existing world for her. She had fainted dead away.
James rammed his large prick into the soft wetness of her and could have screamed out, matching hers in tone and volume, with the pain and joy that his ramming into her had caused him. The tightness, hot and wet and prickling, had enclosed all of his throbbing prick that he had managed to shove into her, hinting deep down, deliciously, all along his prick to the very roots of it. In truth, he appreciated no other feeling. He knew he was not as smart as most other boys his own age but his thinking went only that far. He had been looked after, more or less, by boys his own age for a long time.
James grew up on a farm. At the age of six he had been literally kicked in the head by a horse while he was alone, out riding by himself.
He had dismounted to urinate and the next thing he knew he was on the ground, looking up into a swimming world, one hazy and full of waves containing all things: sky, clouds, birds with long, swooping wings, trees and his horse standing over him, a couple of feet away. He didn't remember having been kicked and his world was changed so greatly that it couldn't have mattered anyway. He climbed onto the horse and rode back to the barn, which he no longer remembered and his mother had found him there hours later.
Having lived his life in sub-normal intelligence since that day, he was often the butt of jokes of boys his own age. He was the one who had to fuck the young heifer while the others held her. It was only the abnormal mas-siveness of his penis that had lessened the derision he would otherwise have found in the eyes of the other boys. They had paid the overly-aged local prostitutes to lay James and as often as not they made one of the conditions of their getting paid that they be allowed to watch. To James it mattered not. He lived only when he was fucking, when his prick was deep into some soft, wet, warm hole, throbbing as though it were being strangled to death. He had never had a fuck without that feeling. It never occurred to him that he might be hurting a woman: he was capable of only one feeling at a time and he had never muddled his already hazy thinking by considering the other person.
The same was true now with Virginia. He had kissed the sweet essence of her vagina, had licked and sucked and drawn the heavenly juices from her and in his own dim thinking he had known that she had liked that. It stood to reason in his mind that she would like him now, as he pounded his hugeness deep into her, because she acted just like all the other women did: she was absolutely still under him.
He pushed deep into her, hitting the hardness of her cervix and sweet pain shot up the length of his hard pole and spread out to his legs, causing his toes to curl up in defense of his cock. He withdrew slightly, hearing her scream, then rammed back in, all the way to the very center of her, and ground down fully, causing the head of his prick to smart and burn and ache terribly. He knew he had reached a sort of testing point, so he dug his toes into the carpet, tightened his muscles and slammed deeper into the soft, resisting cunt with all his force. Painfully, his prick drove all the way in, right up to the center of all heat and life and enjoyment-for him.
"Aaagggh..." he moaned, pushing and shoving and pounding and ramming in with all his might, oblivious to the pain to himself and unaware of the pain he was causing Virginia.
Leon stood above them, feeling weak in the legs. He could feel the tearing and ripping of her cunt (so sweet and tender and welcoming to his own hard prick just a short time ago) right through her soft, white legs that he was holding back over her body. He had watched James' big-headed prick disappearing slowly in the confusion of her pink cunt lips and black pubic hair and had wanted to crush in the maniacal idiot's head. Now he couldn't take anymore.
He dropped her legs and watched them slowly slide down the moving, churning body of James. He turned away in disgust. He had helped James because, as he had told others, "Dat ol' boy ain't never gonna find a hole big enough to enter with ease," and certainly Virginia (how he loved her name!) was no exception. Leon had been grateful to her for passing out, even though it had taken her some time to do it.
Oddly enough, he liked her. She was the most different woman he had ever met, pretty and lovely and almost unspoiled. He liked her beautiful body, white like rich milk, her breasts standing so noble and yet firm and proud from her chest, the nipples soft and warm and then hard and hot under his fingers. If she hadn't tried to escape, if she hadn't tried to show the others by what a thin thread he hung on to what little authority he had, he would never have permitted James to fuck her like he was doing now. He would have given him one of the younger ones instead.
But she had, god-damn her, he told himself, so she'd just have to pay for it. Leon considered it ironic that she had never really been fucked If she had belonged to him-which could never have been under any circumstance-he would have loved her to death. He couldn't imagine what her husband could be like, not enjoying the beauty and richness of her body. Well, he thought, it's too late now anyway and looked away.
He turned to the couch where Billy Boy sat with Pam. A strange thought struck him: he didn't want her, not Pam. He didn't want to fuck a virgin, not today, not after having the pleasure of Virginia. He wished that he could call it all off, that he could start the day over again, that he could come into the yard by himself and talk to her and court her properly and come into the house with her wanting him just as he wanted her and the two of them being honest about the whole thing and he undressing her slowly and being startled at the wonder of her beautiful body and full of the knowledge that she wanted him just for herself, without being forced to want and accept him and..."FUCK IT!" he murmured, throwing himself down into a chair.
"What?" Billy Boy asked.
"Nothin'. Not a fuckin' thing." He didn't look at any one of them.
"UGH...UGH...UGH..." James grunted every time he rammed his lust-hardened cock into the unconscious Virginia.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, WHITEY!" Leon yelled, not realizing that he was doing so.
"What's the matter, Jefe? You jealous of that big prick he got?" Pico asked, a laugh in his voice as he held tightly to Mary's little breasts.
Leon flew up from the chair he was sitting in as though he had been shot out of it. He took two steps, dropped his right shoulder and lashed out at Pico with a balled up fist that caught him just below the eye. Leon felt the bone in Pico's cheek connect with the bones in his hand in a jarring and splitting break. He watched as Pico's eyes widened, then slowly closed and his head, having come to an upright position after the blow, began to move slowly sideways and then the rest of his body followed and he fell across the nubile nakedness of Mary.
"AAAAaaaiiieee..." she screamed in utter terror.
"Shut up, you. dumb fuck. You watch dat woman gettin' ruined for life, what de fuck you feel for her, huh? You get hot pants just watching." He stood with his feet apart, rocking gently on the halls of his feet, ready to close her mouth for good with his fist if she opened it again. She didn't. She lowered her eyes and her hands went to the hack of Pico's head.
Leon turned away from her and walked to the couch where Billy Boy was sitting. He was exhausted.
CHAPTER EIGHT
James was not bothered by the heavy thinking that consumed Leon.
He continued to pound and pump like an animal gone wild into Virginia's open vagina.
He was surprised that she didn't, after a time, respond, but he wasn't bothered by it. He had shot his gun once: his hot, spurting semen had roared through his large prick, erupting against the core of her, lubricating the tight passage and making it easier for him, less painful, to rock in and out of her smallness. He hadn't slowed, hadn't changed his rhythm at all. He had, he knew, moaned and groaned aloud because Leon had spoken harshly to him. So he had stopped all audible sound and continued to prod and pound relentlessly into her in silence. He knew he could do this for hours on end, never tiring, never faltering in his desire and ability to continue.
James would pull the whole of his long thick prick out of her pink, clasping tightness, then ram it back in with all his force, enjoying the feeling that crawled over his flesh, starting at the head of his prick and traveling up the length of it, then to his balls and somehow to his groin and over his legs and up his back and eventually to the tips of his fingers and toes. Sometimes he would ram in to the tightness fully and then move his hips and grind down hard against the center of her until he could feel her heart throbbing strongly against the head of his cock.
He moved his hands to her soft buttocks and cupped his fingers into her smooth, white flesh and moved her against him, grinding and pounding into her with all his strength. He tried to remember not to cry out his pleasure, when the happy feeling struck him, but just to continue to move into and out of the warm, tight tunnel.
He felt Virginia move under him, a slight movement, so he squeezed her buttocks tightly and ground down deep and rammed in with all his strength, hoping that she would wake up and help him to have that glorious feeling again.
"Aaaaggghhh..." she moaned under him, her mouth moving only slightly to permit the sound to escape her throat. Her eyelids moved jerkily, then relaxed again, closing her eyes without having revealed them hilly.
Virginia felt as though she were being torn apart with a huge round of burning metal. Her body was crammed so full of the hardness and the thickness of his jamming and ramming rod that it was killing her. She realized that she had avoided the worst part of the pain by closing out her very existence, but when James had spewed his hot semen into her it had revived her somewhat, bringing her to a state of semi-consciousness.
She was determined not to look into his ugly face. He tore and rammed into her exhausted, tortured cunt without concern for her, filling and re-filling her with his hot semen. She felt his hands dig cruelly into her buttocks and was grateful for a couple of seconds that some of the pain was diverted from her insides to her pain-wracked buttocks.
But not for long.
He had pressed her buttocks wider apart, then moved his large finger into the rubbery tissue of her anus, then shoved it harshly into her rectum, causing a searing pain there that somehow met with the painful tearing and ripping of her vagina. She had been on the point of recovering consciousness when he had done that. Now a blackness closed over her mind again, numbing her body into an unfeeling that she fully welcomed.
"You wanna fuck dat virgin, BeeBee, you go ahead. I'm tired," Leon said, slumping in the chair. He closed his good eye but the other never quite closed entirely. The drooping lid drooped a little more than usual, but remained a fraction of an inch from the bottom lid, giving him the appearance of seeing everything that was taking place in the room. He was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth, however.
Billy Boy tightened his hold on the trembling shoulders of the frightened Pam. He didn't say anything, knowing that in all probability Leon was sleeping or had passed out or had gone from the world in one manner or another. In the last two days Billy Boy had come to understand Leon's various moods, if not the emotional upheavals themselves. He sat quietly, watching the scene of horror that was taking place on the floor, cringing every time James withdrew his large horse cock from her wet pinkness and digging his fingers into Pam when he rammed it back into her.
"Please...Billy Boy..." Pam said.
He put his hand over her mouth and indicated with his eyes that she was not to speak. She understood him immediately. She relaxed against him, their two young bodies contrasting in color most beautifully. He moved his hands to her large breasts and massaged them carefully, rubbing the nipples gently between his fingers. He felt them harden slightly and her body seemed to arch upward toward his fingers.
He moved her back against the couch and found her lips with his, then forced his tongue into her mouth, against her teeth and then to her tongue and down into her throat. She moaned softly around his probing tongue and her small hands caught him around the waist.
Billy Boy turned his body around, grateful for the feel of her hands on his body, so that he could be in a better position for kissing. As he did so her hands lost their tentative hold on him and slipped to his penis. She gasped, withdrawing her hand immediately. He moved it back to his hardness and carefully placed her fingers around it, kissing her violently all the while. Her resistance lagged. She relaxed her struggling, then she violently clasped his hard prick in her small hand.
"Oooh...Ooh," she cried out suddenly in a small, childish voice that was filled with desire.
Billy Boy withdrew his mouth from hers and kissed her neck, then moved his lips to her cheek and nibbled at her ear lobe and poked his tongue carefully into her ear, blowing his hot breath in after his tongue.
"Oh...Oooooohhh," she moaned as her fingers dug into his throbbing rod.
He kissed the soft lushness of her breasts and they trembled under his mouth. He took a nipple and sucked gently, then violently at it, the largeness of it filling his mouth. He felt her rise up to meet him and he thought she was going to pull his hard prick out of its socket. He moved her gently to the floor, his mouth still firmly attached to her rock hard nipple, and guided her gently to position then melted down on top of her, his prick resting hotly on her soft, firm stomach.
"Oh...Ooooh...Oh, God," she whispered.
That was encouragement enough to Billy Boy. He kissed her violently, on and in the mouth and around the breasts, rubbing and feeling her lush, nubile body. She rocked and moved under him, still grasping his prick firmly in her small hand.
He kissed her under the breasts, then at the top of her stomach and bit gently at her flesh, lips and tongue and teeth all over her white softness to the small, virginal mound between her thighs.
He moved his hot mouth to her mound of pubic hair, which was downy and silken to his lips. He spread her legs and moved them apart and looked at the moist pinkness of her virginal untouched nether lips, then with his thumbs moved them apart and kissed her softly-tracing his tongue around the warm, moist lips of her vagina until his mouth found the rising bud of her throbbing clitoris.
"OOOoooohhhh..." she cried softly, her hands on the back of his head now, as she thrust her sweetness violently toward his searching mouth.
Billy Boy touched her pink cuntal lips with his tongue then probed it in short bursts into the velvet warmth that so eagerly awaited him. She bucked toward him and moaned deep and low in her throat. He probed on in, carefully, ramming his tongue into her expectant and innocent opening as far as it would go.
"Oooooooohh...Aaaaahhhh..." she groaned, moving her hips about and around and up and down.
Billy Boy's probing tongue again touched her near-hard clitoris. He pushed it to the upper wall of her trembling vagina and pressed it there with all his force. Pam lost all control. She began to grind and shove against his face with startling strength. He ran his tongue in and out of her tight opening, inhaling the delicious odor of her deeply, then caught her soft vaginal lips with his teeth.
She clamped her legs around his neck tightly and pulled his head toward her with all the strength of her body. He released himself violently and threw his body back up over her, positioning his large, throbbing prick against her soft cuntal lips, ready to shove into her, to ram all the way into the inner depth of her unused softness.
Billy Boy looked at her young, unmarred face. It was beautiful. Her full lips were slightly parted and her tongue was between her teeth. She was breathing heavily through her nose, causing the nostrils to flare out and then draw back. Her eyes were closed, her long, silky lashes seeming to brush her red cheeks. There was a line of moisture on her upper lip.
Never before had he seen such a beautiful girl, a virgin girl, waiting just for him, desire written blatantly across her features. He looked at her a long time, enjoying the simple beauty of her, his own feelings suspended somewhere in the air above him. He could have screamed with pleasure.
A scream did rend the air.
But not from Billy Boy.
Mary screamed!
It burst from her throat in animal like passion, filling the room, rocking from wall to wall and seeming to meet itself somewhere just over Billy Boy's head.
He fell to the floor immediately on one side of Pam ready for whatever danger threatened. He looked up just in time to see Pico, blood streaming from his nose and eyes and mouth, his jaw concave, lunge for Leon with a knife.
Billy Boy jumped to his feet, unable to make a sound, and moved quickly behind Pico.
Leon had been faster than either of them. He had thrown his body from the chair to the floor and somehow was standing in an upright position in a split second.
Pico struck the back of the chair, exactly where Leon's face would have been had he not moved so rapidly. He withdrew the knife, making a gurgling noise in his throat, then dived at Leon with the knife again.
Billy Boy hit him from behind, somewhere in the area of the shoulders and he fell heavily onto the couch.
Leon sprang like a panther. He grabbed the knife that had skidded crazily across the floor and then a silly, lopsided grin got fixed on his face and he looked directly at the now weeping Pico.
"No, Leon, no. Please..." Billy Boy pleaded, taking a step toward him.
"Stay away, BeeBee. This fucker done give me enough trouble for a lifetime. He through." Leon spoke without inflection, his voice low and cold. His good eye was fixed on the cringing Pico. Then he took a step toward him.
"AAAAAaaaiiieeee..." Mary screamed again.
She never seemed to stop. Her scream was taken up by the wail of a siren that came to a shrill halt very close to the house, which was, in its turn, taken up by another and another and another.
Leon's eyes widened. His step faltered. He looked at each of them, slowly, and finally his glance fell on the rutting and snorting James. He stepped quickly around Billy Boy and took James by the hair of the head and yanked his head back cruelly. "DAT ENOUGH, WHI-TEY" he bellowed.
James seemed to float upward. He withdrew his horse cock hesitantly from Virginia's cunt and stood up over her, obediently waiting for instructions from Leon.
They came: "Get your clothes on, Whitey. We gotta make a break for it."
James turned without question and went toward his pile of clothes, his prick still hard and thick and standing straight out from his body.
Leon went to the couch and picked the frightened, bloody Pico up by the arm. "Get your clothes on, fucker. We gotta run for it," he said without emotion.
Billy Boy was amazed. All the fight seemed to have gone out of Leon. He had never heard him speak so gently to Pico before. Billy Boy heard a groan and focused his attention to the floor where Virginia was lying.
Her eyes fluttered open. He could have cried. He reached over and took her arm and helped her gently to a standing position. She weaved back and forth and put her hand to her forehead. He very carefully guided her to the couch and forced her to sit beside Pam, who still looked at him with eyes filled with compassion and desire.
"She reminds me of my mother," Billy Boy said lamely to Pam.
Leon was dressed and standing by the window, holding the drape aside slightly and looking out to the street. "They're all in front," he mumbled in a soft whisper. Then without turning he spoke to Billy Boy: "You ain't goin', BeeBee. Your clothes are upstairs. I put 'em in the other room." He moved away from the window and placed himself in front of Virginia, his legs apart, his arms hanging loosely at his sides.
"I apologize, lady. Not for me and you..." He faltered, a tear slipped down his cheek. "I liked that and so did you." He breathed deeply, obviously trying to regain his self-control, then, "But I'm sorry for him...it was my fault." He flicked his head in the direction of James who was dressed and grinning idiotically. "I'm leaving BeeBee here, lady. He your problem."
Leon took a step backwards and then turned abruptly and pushed Pico toward the door. "We try to make it to de car," he said, taking James by the arm.
Billy Boy stood and watched them go. He felt as though he were completely lost. He breathed deeply, then dashed up the stairs just as a bull horn came on in front of the house. A deep, amplified voice followed him all the way to the top of the stairs, giving instructions to "COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR."
Bills' Boy entered the same room in which he had bedded down with Virginia. He was surprised to see his clothes piled there neatly, and wondered at the care Leon had taken. He took his trousers and slipped into them hurriedly, then went to the closet and took a robe for Virginia. He started to leave the room then stopped and quickly put on his shirt. He decided to carry his shoes down in his hands.
He moved toward the door. Suddenly he heard voices and shouts that had to come from the back of the house, directly under the bedroom window. He turned and crept cautiously back into the room and positioned himself next to the window.
Glancing cautiously out he saw James running like a bull across the yard. His hands flew up in the air almost at the same time Billy Boy heard a gun discharge. James half way turned toward the house again; his body jerked spasmodically when another bullet tore into him near the shoulder. Then he fell, twisted out of shape, his arms over his head and his legs entwined together.
Billy Boy heard the roar of an engine and knew that it was the powerful Cadillac Leon had stolen, the one they had arrived in. He looked to the clump of bushes that almost succeeded in hiding the car and saw the smoke from the exhaust fill the air about the bushes. Tires squealed, threw gravel against a building, two blasts of a gun split the air, there was a all kinds of uniformed men were running through the back yard.
Billy Boy turned from the window and ran swiftly down the stairs. He helped Virginia up from the couch and into the robe, pulling the lapels so that her large breasts were completely covered. The two girls were dressed and crying. Mary had on the robe Virginia had worn previously. They held on to each other for dear life.
"Virginia?" Billy Boy spoke, still holding onto her arm.
"What? What do you want?" Virginia asked in a soft voice, surprising the hell out of him. He had thought her to be in a complete state of shock.
"You're all right!" he exploded, relief Hooding his body and mind. "I thought...I was afraid..."
"Are the others dead?" Virginia asked without emotion.
"I...I don't know. James is...but, well, I heard the car start and then shots and an explosion...but I don't know." Billy Boy stopped talking and looked at her closely.
She ignored him. She addressed herself to the two girls. "Are you all right? Were either of you molested?"
"No," they whimpered in unison, a hint of disappointment creeping into their voices.
Virginia laughed bitterly. "Don't worry alwut it. Your time will come if the world keeps going like it is now." Then suddenly she was crying. Billy Boy helped her to sit down. He stood in front of her and put his hand on top of her head.
Virginia looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks, then took his hand in hers. "He left you here on purpose, you know. He didn't want you to die. He put your safety in my hands."
Virginia would have said more, Billy Boy felt sure, but suddenly the front door banged open and the room filled with uniformed men, sheriffs and police officers.
"STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!" a voice boomed. "GET YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD OR YOU'RE DEAD!"
Billy Boy started to do as he was told, but Virginia held firmly onto his hand. She looked at the police officer and said quietly, "Whom do you think you're speaking to, officer?"
"Him, of course," the big man said, looking steadily at Virginia.
"This is my nephew. Did you get the other three...I mean did you get the three boys?"
The police officer snorted, then moved toward her. "You mean to tell me, Mrs. Scholling, that this...this boy here, is your nephew?" he wanted to know, ignoring her question.
"I mean to tell you nothing, officer. You are intruding in my home. Where is my husband?"
"Now look, lady..." he began.
"When you address me you do it properly!" Virginia yelled at him, standing and clutching the robe about her tightly. "I asked where my husband is and I want to know immediately. Do you understand me?" She sounded close to hysteria.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Scholling. Your husband is on his way here." He looked closely at Virginia as he spoke to her.
"Good. You will kindly wait outside until he arrives. Now!" Virginia almost shouted at the police officer.
"Yes ma'am," he said, puzzled at a scene so different from what he'd expected, then turned and walked through the door.
Virginia sat down heavily on the couch. She wiped her hair back from her forehead and looked at the two girls. "Move over here, please," she indicated a place next to her on the couch.
Pam and Mary, still holding tightly to each other, did as they were told. They looked at Virginia and then Pam's eyes traveled over the lace of Bills Boy most honestly.
"For three years my husband and I have tried to give you all the knowledge that we have of Christianity. I hope we have succeeded. I call upon the two of you now to call forth all your Christian beliefs and help me...to help...him." She looked at Billy Boy and tried to smile.
"Ooooooh, Mrs. Scholling!" Mary exclaimed, then threw herself sideways on the couch.
"Sit up, Mary. This is not a time for weakness. I must have your help. Peter, Mr. Scholling, will be here shortly and I cannot lie to him about Billy Boy. He knows I have no nephew. But, I think he may back me up if we go about telling him what has happened here properly. We don't want him to be hanged, do we now?"
"Oh no, Mrs. Scholling," they both replied, through a veil of tears.
"Fine. As long as we understand each other. Now Pam, Mary, we must think of some way to keep him out of the clutches of the law. We must." She smiled weakly at Billy Boy.
His heart melted. He couldn't believe that she would be so kind to him-just like his own mother before she died-as she was. He knew that if he were asked he would walk through fire for her. He reached blindly for her hand and clasped its softness tightly to him.
Epilogue
Virginia's reverie was broken by the nurse who came to return the baby to the nursery. She looked up in astonishment at her, then remembered where she was, safe and sound, a mother in a hospital, her child in her arms.
"Were you sleeping, Mrs. Scholling?" the nurse asked, moving directly toward the bed and reaching for the child.
"No. I was...sort of dreaming...or thinking about a day long ago. He's wonderful," she said, hugging her baby to her.
"He is indeed. And he must be returned to the nursery. He needs his rest just as you do, mother." The nurse smiled sweetly. "Have you decided on a name yet?"
Virginia smiled brightly. "Yes, I certainly have. I decided sometime ago but I had to have the person who carries the name agree with me. It will be Peter Huntington Scholling the third."
"Good. We don't want nameless babies here. I saw the 'second' coming down the hall. I'll send him in and I want him out of here in ten minutes, Mrs. Scholling. Agreed?" She had the baby in her arms and stood by the door waiting for Virginia's answer.
"Agreed," Virginia smiled.
"Hello, Peter. Your namesake just left. Did you see him?"
"Yes, darling. He's a big guy," he said softly and tenderly, then added slowly. "Almost...almost like Billy Boy."
"Hush, Peter. You know we agreed to never talk about that," she whispered softly, knowing all the while that it was true.
"Yes, Peter, we'll never talk about it again," Virginia continued thoughtfully. Then, "Peter, thank you. I love you so."
"Don't thank me. You have nothing to thank me for. I have been terrible to you. I regret it, but it's done and that's that. Now I must try and make it up to you. I shall do my best." He smiled lamely, then took her small hand in his and sat beside her bed.
"Peter, I must explain something to you. I made a mistake. I expected...no, I hoped that you would understand and I knew in my heart that no man would the day you came home and..."
"Virginia, don't. You only punish yourself...And me. Strange, actually. It was all very clear and yet it wasn't and I felt so hurt because you were hurt and then I only hurt you more as time wore on. Billy Boy is turning out to be a fine person, Virginia. I saw him this morning. He told me that he and Pam are engaged. I think it's about time, too." He looked into the distance, across Virginia as he spoke.
"Peter, that's wonderful. They're both so nice."
"Yes, they truly are, Virginia. To think that he might not have been here-that Pain might he without him-except for your efforts! I acted so stupidly and so uncharitable. I wonder if I shall ever find forgiveness."
"You have, Peter. I have forgiven you and Billy Boy must have. He understands. Of course you wanted him arrested and punished and it was stupid of ine to want you to lie, even to the police. We all made mistakes." She stopped talking, then laughed shortly, softly and then continued. "Remember how surprised he was when you visited him in jail? And how grateful when you insisted that all charges be dropped? He's such a child, really."
Peter's face reddened. "I can't take credit for that, Virginia. You made me do it. You know that."
"Peter, no one has ever made you do anything. I know that, too. You can take credit for it. It was your doing. There's something else you are going to have to take credit for, also. Or the blame for. If you stay any longer that nurse is going to be in a fighting mood." She laughed softly and accepted his kiss. She watched him leave the room, grateful that he was her husband. To her he was a tower of strength.
Virginia sighed after the door was closed and went immediately to sleep. She had a beatific smile on her pretty face.
