Cloudy white motorcycle engine exhaust billowed up from the precariously leaning, wooden shack in the backyard some distance from the Leland family's main farmhouse. It was just far enough away to dim the ear-splitting whine and roar of Jeffrey Leland's gleaming new Honda.
Jeff had the beauty up on four crates. It was high enough to keep from breaking his back as he tuned up the monster. This new machine meant a great deal to Jeffrey.
To be exact, three years in the damned US Navy! It. took that long to save up money from his meager Navy pay to buy this beautiful thing. And it had been worth every minute! More than once Jeff had told this to himself.
Now the Honda was all his; not his and the finance company's. Hell no! One hundred percent his very own! Nobody could take this away from Jeffrey Leland. And neither would, or could anyone take away the fact that in less than twenty-four hours, Jeff and his brand new bike would be burning up the asphalt between the easy-going serenity of the state of Vermont's Green Mountains and the gaudy but exciting glow of New York.
This wasn't to be his first trip here. The first had been anything but pleasant. Then he'd dragged his ass for fifty hours waiting to shove off for boot camp. And he did what he could in the time allowed. He saw the whores, the topless, the bottomless, the fat, the ugly, the dirty movies and the inside of the dingy Greyhound bus terminal. But all in all, what he did see, whetted his appetite.
There was no doubt in Jeff's mind. New York was his kind of town. Back home in Vermont there wasn't a thing like it, little hick dumps, big farms, lonely orchards for miles along the narrow roads. The dull, humdrum stagnation of the place was like some local disease.
He caressed the Honda. Yes siree, this shiny machine couldn't get him there fast enough. He sighed. Even with his sister, Sybil, tagging along tin the trip, her included, it was going to be a hot time. He just knew it would be!
He chuckled to himself as he mentally counted the money in his wallet. It was left over from his discharge pay, and it was considerable.
He thought about his sister, Sybil, as he polished the Honda. She might just not be going along with him. This was up to Mom and Dad. He would stay out of any argument. Jeff was sure .there would be one. Sybil was a born fighter.
But then Sybil also had an excuse. She was scheduled to start school at the private academy in another month. And too, she - was determined. She kept screaming how much she wanted to get the hell out of Vermont, off the dreary farm and see something of the city's bright lights before she got immersed in the books.
She'd been down to New York just once. This was for the initial interview and her subsequence acceptance by the faculty advisor. Sybil remembered every moment in the greaty city; and she pined to visit it again.
Jeffrey cranked back the throttle. He listened contentedly. The awesome engine roared in finely-tuned pitch. There was not one trace of misfiring. Man, he shouted, this is some sweet baby! It was worth every cent he sweated out in the Navy.
"Jeff! Jeff!"
Over the screeching cry of the Honda, Jeff didn't hear his kid sister yelling for him. Sybil entered the shack-garage. "Jeff!" she screamed at the top of her lungs: It was on the third try she managed to be heard over the ear-splitting din.
"Mom and Dad said I could go," she grinned. "Did you hear me? They said I could go! Isn't that wonderful!?"
Sybil was bouncing up and down like she was back on the basketball cheering lines in high school: Jeff could see she was ecstatic.
When she took off, he let his thoughts flow again over the business of taking her along with him to New York. He was sure Sybil. wouldn't be or get in his way. But this wasn't what worried Jeffrey Leland the most. It was Andrea Douglas. He'd long been planning to see this sexy creature again. If Mom and Dad had any idea, they would forbid the trip. So, it was a ploy, in a way, to take Sybil along with him. Their parents knew that Sybil had no time, never did, for the provocative Andrea; and they also knew their own feelings. They had little respect for Andrea Douglas.
Tinkering, Jeff fell into a reflective mood. He'd dated the delicious Andrea a couple times back in high school. Sybil was still in junior high then. It was there her first dislike of Andrea began. So Jeff kept the girl away from the family.
During those last months of high school, he and Andrea had grown close. It was fun. They would have to sneak around like a couple of thieves just to see each other for seconds.
Jeff remembered his Mom telling him she'd heard some evil talk about Andrea. Some of the women at the church were spreading vicious gossip instead of planning ice cream suppers and apple pie bakes.
But what they said among themselves, even if it was half-true, hadn't mattered to `Jeff. Andrea was becoming all he had ever wanted in a girl. His only hope was that it wasn't too late now to pick up where they'd left off three years before, the time he spent in the Navy. '
Then, too, he hadn't heard from her in over two of these long, painful years. It also had slipped his mind whether he'd written to her before he was shipped home.
He remembered she lived now in New York. He'd been able to learn this much from some of the old bunch in town. He did this without revealing his deep personal interest. A New York telephone book told him there was indeed an Andrea Douglas in the directory.
This was all he needed. He would give the address a try. He had nothing to lose.
Putting away his tool kit, he figured he'd have to tell Sybil about Andrea. Probably it wouldn't be easy to keep it from her once they reached New York.
He wondered if she would really care. Sybil had blossomed into quite a swinger herself while he was away. At least this was the story he heard from many of his friends who'd successfully avoided the draft.
No longer was Sybil Leland the sweet, naive teenager he'd left behind in Vermont three years before. Hell no! He wondered sometimes, perhaps a little guiltily, if his pretty, sexy sister was still a virgin ... if maybe she'd gone all the way? The thought stimulated him. He didn't know why. Maybe it happened with one of his own friends? He wouldn't put it past a couple of them. Sybil was certainly pretty enough.
He chased these thoughts from his mind. It just wasn't healthy to think of your own sister as a girl to love; that kind of thing wasn't normal. But even so, sometimes he caught himself staring hungrily at her pert, shapely figure. Sybil's ripe young curves she so openly flaunted, were enticing indeed. And he knew that she knew it.
Maybe it was just that he'd never noticed before. To Jeff, Sybil had always been just a dumb kid sister always under foot, a pain in the ass. But now she'd changed. It seemed to Jeff that Sybil was always running around in the farmhouse half-dressed. He'd see her racing back from the bathroom in just her white half-brassiere and a pair of tight clinging panties that hugged her gorgeous buttocks. After his return from the Navy he'd several times caught her slipping downstairs late at night for a snack. One time she was stark naked! Other times she wore a nearly transparent nightie. It left nothing to Jeff's imagination. When Sybil caught him staring, she wet her lips. Then she giggled and ran back upstairs with her sandwich.
Jeff put his tools away. He chuckled to himself. The way Sybil had just run back to the house' reminded him of that night she ran naked up the stairs.
She had giggled. This was an unintelligible burst of excitement. Then, as now, she scampered off like a rabbit. She reached the farmhouse and vanished inside. Jeff knew she would be packing furiously for the Honda trip down the coast. He'd warned her how little she would be able to take. She agreed and the rest of the stuff she would need would be shipped Railway Express. Her only luggage on the bike would be a backpack she'd have to share space inside with her brother.
Jeffrey Leland laughed to himself. He loved his sister's childlike exuberance, her unabashed, wide-eyed enthusiasm for life.
How often he wished he could enjoy the same. But it wasn't easy for him. His recent past would take a lot of forgetting.
His three years in the Navy had robbed him of his youth, his once free-swinging carefree love of life. It was a priceless commodity.
He knew those days were gone. But he also knew that somewhere between innocent youthfulness and sober maturity, that he could reorganize the joys and the disappointments.
And maybe ... maybe ... he would be lucky? Once he was in New York, he would know for sure.
It was a big gamble, but if he could locate Andrea Douglas, he was sure that the miracle of recovery from the blackness of the past would explode with a blinding flash of light!
The early summer sun was barely above the distant Green Mountains. Sybil was leaping up and down, eager to begin the long trip south.
Everything she could take was already packed in the ragged knapsack left over from Jeff's boy scout days. Nothing remained for her to do except comb out her long, thick crimson hair, tie it securely in the pony tail to keep it from flapping in the wind as she and her brother zipped along the highway on their way to New York.
"Oh, damnit. C'mon! Hey, Jeff. Get up!"
Jeff managed to open his eyes halfway. He was still more asleep than awake.
He cursed: "Hell, six o'clock! Christ, when I said we'd get an early start, Sybby, I didn't mean in the middle of the damned night. Come on! Hell! Go on back to bed. Let me get some more sleep. I'm driving, remember?"
But Sybil was far too excited to listen. "Aw, Jeff, baby, honey, c'mon. You've been getting up, earlier than this for three years."
"For me that damned three year stretch is over. I sleep!"
Sybil placed her hands on her hips defiantly. "Please. Please, Jeff, honey. I'm all ready, packed and everything. Mom's already up, too. She's fixin' our breakfast. C'mon Jeff, please," she begged.
Jeff Leland knew he was licked. Even if he tried to go back to sleep, his sister would stand right over him until he finally gave in.
"Okay, okay, you win, Sybby. Now get the hell out of here so I can get dressed. You're still too young to see me nude."
He rose halfway up, then collapsed with a thud on the mattress.
Sybil ignored his remark. "Oh, no you don't, Jeffrey Leland," she said in her sternest tone. "I'm sticking right here until you get the hell out of that bed. I know. You just want me out so you can go back to sleep, right?"
"Right!" He laughed.
She pushed one hand under the covers and pinched his naked thigh. "There, now get up! I'm not budging until... "
Jeffrey, opened his eyes wide. He strained the muscles in his forehead to hold them open.
"Okay, squirt, but get the hell out of here so I can get dressed. Don't say I didn't warn you. You're gonna be shocked when I get out from under these covers."
"I've seen you undressed before."
"I'm not talking about that, Sybby."
Sybil groaned. "I'm not moving until you get out of that bed!"
Jeff grinned. "All right! You asked for it. Don't blame me!" With this he executed a practiced jump he'd learned in boot camp. The youth vaulted out of the bed, landing on the bare farmhouse floor.
Sybil screamed: "Eeeeeeeeeecccckk!" Her eyes widened. They flashed. "You didn't tell me you were all naked!"
Then her face was suddenly crimson red. Jeff stood ginning mischievously. It was true. He was stark naked and right in front of his young sister. His semi-erect penis dangled threateningly between his muscular thighs. He moved his hips. His cock swung from side to side.
Sybil squealed again. "Can't you ... oh, damn you, Jeffrey Leland! Damn you!" Sybil covered her eyes. She ran from the room. Her brother's laughter followed her all the way down the hall.
Once inside her own bedroom, she slammed the door behind her. Then, and only then, she admitted to herself that she wasn't truly embarrassed. That wasn't the word. Not really. Maybe a little surprised, but not uncomfortably so.
It was strange - the sight of his cock. It did something to her. She had to! admit it. It excited her! Never had Sybil guessed his penis was so big. There it was. All hanging down between his powerful and very hairy thighs. What a sight! It was outtasight! It looked huge!
She sat on the bed. How could any girl take something that huge, so round, so fat and so long into that tiny hole between her legs? She lifted her skirt and opened her thighs. She still hadn't put on her panties, and as she examined her cunt, she smiled to herself. Well, maybe her's was just smaller than most girls.
Sybil lay back on her bed. She felt a new, a weird sort of tingle in her lower belly. Then quickly, she shoved the thoughts from her mind. But she couldn't deny the persistence of the strange, lovely and exciting sensation.
Not much later, Jeff was dressed and downstairs in- the roomy, old-fashioned farmhouse kitchen. He decided to skip breakfast. He'd rather stop, get something on the road when he got hungry.
But not Sybil. She ate heartily and it wasn't until she'd mopped up the egg yolk with bread that she was ready to go.
The throaty roar of the giant Honda beckoned from the yard outside. Sybil gave her parents a warm hug. As usual, her mother cried. She always cried when someone went away, even for a day. Sybil was gentle but anxious to go.
She climbed onto the leather pad behind her brother. The knapsack was secured tightly on her back. Her trim legs, protected by blue jeans, hugged against his; her feet braced on the foot rests under the chromed exhausts. She gave one last wave as Jeff steered the bike onto the highway.
Down the lonely road there was still a blanket of glistening dew on the acres of cropland stretching on both sides of the asphalt ribbon. They roared their way south, headed for the main highway intersection.
Mile after mile slipped by pleasantly. The sleek asphalt was no challenge to the monstrous Honda. In the high, shimmering blue sky a hot sun rose to burn off the dampness. In the hazy distance, Sybil thought she could make out the first towering haze of the New York skyline although she knew the city was still miles distant. But somehow, with the excitement growing in her mind and the strange, throbbing sensations from being so close to her handsome brother, it seemed that Manhattan was just over the next ridge.
Jeff could feel the thrills too. They were the same as those that had lured millions of seekers over the hills, the mountains into the magic atmosphere of New York City. For everyone there was his own special pot of gold at the end of the most magnificent rainbow on earth - dreams coming true at long last!
He was also as conscious of his sister's warm body hugging his. He grew anxious. He grew impatient, but he drove, head down, his heart pumping like a jackhammer as the cool winds slapped his face. He couldn't remember being happier, more filled with joyous anticipation.
He kept humming under his breath: New York, we are coming. New York City, here we come!
Chapter 2
As Jeffrey Leland and his stunning red-haired sister, riding the mammoth motorcycle as if it were a mythical stallion, raced along in the cooling shade of the peaceful, towering mountains, other bike riders on similar machines, all members of a bike cult known as the Scorpions, raced along the winding, sharply twisting back roads of another district. This was more than three hundred miles south.
There were eight of them.
Four were men. Each had long, shaggy, unkempt hair. Their ratty clothing matched. Their boots were covered with grease, their fingernails black with filth. All needed shaves. They were a threatening crew!
These sinister looking men were accompanied by four young girls. Each had a different shape and size. They hugged behind the men driving the powerful bikes. They hunched their bodies into the wild winds as the motorcycles sped, twisted, turned, leaned, and swept around sharp curves, tires screaming, their great engines roaring as they thundered past traffic seeming to creep in the same direction back to New York.
Cold, appraising stares met them all the way. Small town residents on the highway through which the four bikes shot through, residents of small farming communities on the way, sighting the riders, sighed and shook their heads. Small boys stared in wonder and awe.
This single-file line became a double column when finally the highway straightened, when the freeway of the main thoroughfare came into view.
The cycle pilots slowed down for the dangerously banked curves under the six-lane highway before swinging wildly out into the wide asphalt. The men cranked every ounce of reserve power from their whining, screaming, roaring machines as they barrelled for the winding approach that led into the city.
To many observers the motorbikes resembled a squirming Chinese Dragon. They wound in and out of speeding traffic, placing the lives and property of hundreds of others in jeopardy, ignoring the near, split-second collisions, the hairline close shaves, the girls screaming with laughter at the startled faces of the passengers and drivers of the other vehicles.
With the girls clutching their mates tightly around their waists, their long hair blowing wildly in the wind, their backs tight against the chromed backrests, the couples whizzed along the long span of the great bridge. They couldn't help shivering as they sped through the white, thick fog patches, a wet fog that hovered over the highway like a blanket shrouding the dead.
Then the bikes roared off into the city, spinning onto the first downgrade exit to avoid the tiresome procession of creeping traffic headed for the business section of New York.
In second gear now, the bikes whining and squealing like cats in some forgotten back hard, they sped along Riverside Drive. They turned illegally onto a cross street almost causing a chain-reaction pile-up of the cars obeying the law, these drivers stomping on their brake pedals to the floor and some of the passengers almost leaping from the rear seats into the front, the drivers straining against their seat belts.
Half an hour later, the bike pilots brought their roaring vehicles to a stop in front of a simple-looking, almost dilapidated apartment building. The powerful engines whined, then snorted to a stop.
The four girls climbed carefully from the rear perches. They stretched their long legs high over the hot exhaust pipes to avoid painful burns. Then the four bikers killed their engines altogether. They rolled backwards until their rear wheels braced against the gutter. They dropped their kickstands and stepped clear.
"So, what's eatin' you, baby? Did you stretch it all out of shape?" teased one of the guys. He was a tall, lanky man, in his late twenties, wearing a faded,. ripped, patched blue-denim work jacket. It was an antique. Across the back it was decorated with the name of the bikers' club: Scorpions. The words "New York City" were visible under this. On the shoulder of the jacket were two other patches. Both were worn and unreadable.
He teased the girl again. "That ride gotcha all hot and horny, huh?"
The girl he- spoke to was a strikingly good-looking brunette. She was the best looking of all four. She ignored her tormentor and busied herself stroking her thighs, her fingers pressuring up and down the inside of them, sometimes caressing, sometimes not. It had been a long drive on the rear of the speeding bike.
Like Jeffrey Leland and his sister, Sybil, Andrea Douglas was also a long way from home. But New York City was her home now. Andrea had taken that giant step from the Green Mountains to Manhattan. She had yet to return. She had no reason to. The tiny farm on which she was raised was now almost a dim memory. Her dreary past had no place in her wildly exciting future! She was finished with growing up. She'd arrived!
She cupped her full, ripe breasts casually, turning to the man who had taunted her.
"Trigger," she said softly, knowing the effect her sultry voice had on the man, "Trigger, honey, why don't you and Julius, you both go down to the liquor store, huh? You get us all some more beer, okay, Trigger?" She ran her hands down her body suggestively. "If everyone's comin' over later, we just ain't gonna have enough, baby."
"Sure," answered Trigger. "That's okay with me, hon, but what the shit I gonna do about bread. I ain't got none on me."
Andrea shrugged. More often than not, Trigger disgusted her. "Damn if," she cried, "you never have any bread! Shit! I ain't your old lady. Shit, you know that, Trig. And I'm not making any plans to keep you for the rest of your life, either."
Trigger laughed. He showed the wide gaps in his uneven smile. "Hey, listen. Don't you go handin' me that load of shit, sweetheart. Just as long as you're gettin' a good shot of hot cock, you're happy. Ain't that so?" He dug his grimy hands deep into his jacket pockets. He grinned sardonically. "And listen again, baby, I ain't got no plans of runnin' out of cock where you're concerned either. Maybe bread. But never cock." He roared with laughter.
Her disgust visible in Andrea's dark, often brooding eyes, she dug into her jeans pocket. She found the wadded up five dollar bill she'd been saving.
_ "All right, you dumb motherfucker," she spat. "Here, take it. Go get the fuckin' beer!" She thumbed her nose at him. Then spitting, an unlady-like gesture" for the well-bred Andrea Douglas, she turned. She didn't look at Trigger as he disappeared down the street, his heavy boots echoing in the silence.
Andrea looked up at the windows of the apartment she shared with Rhoda Wiggins. At the mailbox she paused for a moment. She thought about Rhoda. Then her thoughts turned again to Trigger. She could imagine him rapping with Julius. This was the big swarthy man who followed the immensely powerful Trigger like a dog. The two were inseparable. Incredible was the word -for their bizarre relationship. Nobody in the Scorpions could really understand it.
In her hand Andrea carried Julius's shirt. He had ripped it off his muscular body. Now it was rolled up in a ball. She had picked it up from the sidewalk where the olive-skinned man had thrown it. It stank. As Andrea climbed the stairs, she held it away from her. It was soaked with dirty sweat, muddied - from road grime, and it had no buttons.
At the top of the stairs Andra stopped. She listened. Then she grinned to herself. She was pleased that she'd managed to get in the last barbed words with Trigger. It was an occasion when she did. Whenever they played at fighting between themselves he usually won, but not this time! Again Andrea grinned. She was getting the better of him ... though slowly.
Inside the cramped apartment, Rhoda Wiggins was stretched out on the sofa against the wall. Her long arms, her bare legs were hanging limply. The tight, almost transparent blouse she wore failed to conceal her enormous breasts. Like twin mountain peaks, they pointed out from her chest: Her deep-brown nipples were prominently visible. They were erect, taut. She'd been playing with them, squeezing them, pulling and twisting them as she daydreamed.
She glanced up lazily when she heard Andrea turning her key in the lock. Quickly she pulled her skirt down. She wondered if Andrea had seen her bare cunt. So what if she had!
"Hey," yelled Andrea, "Rhoda, get your lazy fat ass off that bed and make us something to eat, okay? I see you've been at it again, huh?" Andrea said, indicating her hard, erect nipples threatening to poke through the thin material of the clinging blouse.
"Come on," Andrea repeated. "It's your turn. I made chow the last time. Let's go. We're all hungry!"
Rhoda turned on her side. She mumbled something Andrea didn't hear. Then she sat up and stretched, her heavy breasts thrusting out provocatively.
"Okay ... okay," the blonde-haired Rhoda muttered. "What you want to eat, and who the hell's `everybody', huh?"
Andrea answered her. She said Trigger and Julius had gone for beer. The other two guys, Joey and Vic, were still down in the street working on their precious bikes, cleaning off the crap from miles on the road. Invariably they took better care of their cycles than they did of their own bodies.
The other three girls who had gone on the long motorcycling weekend with the Scorpions, Beryl, Vivian and the teenager April, who screwed as if there was no tomorrow, went off to the corner drug store to buy some lotions for their sore asses and cunts. The weekend had been one bastard of a bumpy, flesh-bruising, tissue-irritating ride!
"So, all's I got, I mean, us, is hot dogs."
"No sweat. They'll eat hot dogs and love it," said Andrea from the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet when the other three girls arrived.
Beryl was a stocky blonde with clear baby blue eyes. Vivian was a tall, slim, almost breastless kid of nineteen, but it was her long dark hair and her hungry cunt that attracted the bikers.
As for April, she was a "living doll" with soft, limpid doll eyes, baby hands and feet, but possessing buttocks of such luscious proportions one wiggle of them would set cocks aflame like a forest fire. And April's passion for putting out the fires in the burning cocks was unequaled. It was a gang joke that if petite April advertised, they'd all be rich.
When Trigger and Julius returned with the six packs of cold beer plus several bottles of cheap red wine, the "banquet" began. Everyone was starved with the exception of Rhoda. Alone in the apartment the _ entire weekend she'd nibbled around the clock with the same voracity she teased and tantalized her burning clitoris , and her tender, always responsive nipples.
When three packages of hot dogs had been consumed, the only member of the Scorpions who remained ravenous was the insatiable Julius. The tall,, strong dark man, naked to the waist, his swarthy skin glistening in the fading light, , was summoning up another appetite; and this was being provoked by blonde-haired Rhoda. Unconsciously, or so it seemed, her fingers were idly caressing or stroking either her nipples clearly visible through her blouse, or one hand would rest between her thighs. Hardly looking, anyone could see the nail of her index finger scraping dangerously close to the prominent mound -o neatly defined by her tight, clinging hiphuggers.
Julius decided to share a cushion with her. Soon his hand began to snake around her slim waist. It moved along the smooth curve of her belly, then up to her exciting, half-exposed breasts.
His huge hand clamped over the gentle curve of her left breast. His fingers squeezed the turgid nipple. He opened her blouse two buttons. All the Scorpions were staring.
When Rhoda noticed this, she brushed Julius away, but her gesture was feeble. A small smile began to play around her lips when she realized she was the center of attention. Then when the tall olive-skinned man's hand disappeared down inside her thin blouse, she lay back and offered no resistance at all.
As for the Scorpions, one and all, Julius's lusting after Rhoda was no secret. Since he'd joined up with the motorbike gang months before, he had the obvious hots for her, but so far had made no move to attack.
However, for reasons known only to him, now seemed to be the time. The Scorpions needed some new kind of physical excitement. And as Andrea recalled, having mentioned this to Trigger and the others, Rhoda had told her several times of her sexual fascination for Julius.
There was a hush in the room, one of expectancy as the sun began sinking and darkness began to settle in behind the towers barely visible from the window. Lights began to twinkle on in the thousands of apartments in the city around them. Someone lit a candle. The Scorpions made themselves comfortable. Julius would put on a good show. There was no doubt of that!
It was young April who gasped aloud when Julius unbuttoned Rhoda's blouse completely. And when her lusciously voluptuous breasts were totally exposed, April's hands immediately cupped her own gorgeous breasts. Every eye in the room was now riveted on Julius's dark fingers as they stroked and caressed Rhoda's heavy mounds. When Rhoda began kissing Julius's naked shoulder, Andrea found herself moving closer to Trigger. Vic and Joey put their arms around Beryl and Vivian. Vivian opened her shirt to expose her tiny, half-formed breasts.
But it was Rhoda who was excited the most! She loved every second of it, especially the avid attention, the sound of heavy breathing in the quiet room. She was soaking wet between her legs and her breasts were throbbing from Julius's marauding fingers.
Rhoda helped Julius remove her blouse. She tossed it to one side on the floor. She reached for a couple of enormous pillows. They sat on them. Now she was naked from the waist up and her breasts were dazzling.
As the minutes ticked by the room was growing darker. Someone lit a cigarette. The tall candles burning softly in the corner were now casting a soft, warm orange glow. It was a very romantic setting.
Rhoda looked at Julius. She sensed the growing animal desire welling up in his strong, muscular dark body. Then she looked at the others watching her and the aroused man. She could measure their eagerness, their obvious physical excitement.
Without wasting another moment, Rhoda stood up directly over Julius. She unzipped her tightly stretched jeans. There was a dead stillness in the room as she pulled the tight pants down over her long, supple thighs. Down over her knees, then she kicked them aside with a tiny giggle. Now Rhoda wore only her tiny, bikini panties. These were satin white and transparent. They scarcely covered her lush mound of curly black pubic hair.
Grinning and smiling broadly at the reactions she received, Rhoda sat back down. She lifted and pointed her long bare legs toward the ceiling. Slowly, seductively, the blonde-haired girl eased her clinging bikini panties sensuously down over- the soft swell of her plump buttocks. Finally, down her long legs ... slowly, teasing, tantalizing ... like a stripper she'd once seen.
Trigger watched from across the room. His eyes were wide, his tongue hanging out, -his breathing hard.
When the warm, moist lips of Rhoda's. young pink cuntal slit came into view as her panties slipped down over her firm, milky white thighs, Trigger's eyes stared hungrily at an almost imperceptible bead of milky liquid, like a misty dew drop, clinging on the tender lips of her ripe pussy. In the flickering candlelight the dew drop of pussy juice resembled a jewel.
A half-dozen gasps erupted at the same time. This happened the moment Rhoda spread apart her creamy white thighs. She looked down slowly, and then glanced up into Julius's eyes, then across the room at her excited audience. She licked her lips sensuously, opening her mouth and poking the air suggestively with her tongue.
Then she opened her long legs even wider, offering her sparsely blonde-haired treasure to the eyes of everyone, but especially to Julius.
Rhoda rocked back on the giant pillow Her hands inched down over the smooth flatness of her belly to the soft, hair-fringed ridges of her pussy lips nestling between her open thighs. Her fingers spread the warm, fleshy folds so all could see the mysterious depths of her always passionate pussy.
It seemed to take forever for all of this to sink into the swarthy man's brain. But when the whole idea finally struck, he leaped to his feet. He grinned at the faces of his fellow Scorpions, giving the impression that the idea of this wildly exciting tableau was all his own. He was acting as if a thousand volts of electricity had slammed into his backside.
With his left hand he ripped open his pants and yanked them down to the floor.
He wore nothing under his grimy, greasy pants, and now he was totally naked, his half-hard cock jutting out from the jet-black hair of his loins. He stood like some exotic giant over Rhoda's soft, white body, his enormous olive-skinned muscles rippling and gleaming.
Rhoda's appreciative eyes immediately focused on his jutting cock. God, it was big all right! But then it didn't seem any larger than some other men's cocks she had seen and touched before.
Julius grinned widely. He gripped his rapidly hardening cock between his strong, dark fingers. His hand cupped around the stiffening shaft like the handle of an axe. He could guess what Rhoda was thinking. It was written in big, legible letters right across her smiling face.
And this was what he wanted her to think. There was a chuckle of genuine amusement from both Vivian and Beryl. They knew what was coming. But did Rhoda?
And then, when Rhoda's self-assured smugness suddenly vanished to be replaced with just a tinge of fear at the sight of the already half-hard cock beginning to grow into an enormous weapon, her mouth opened wide in utter amazement. Julius's cock was lengthening into the size of a toy baseball bat.
"Oh my God!" Rhoda exclaimed. "It's incredible!"
She sat up, clutching her breasts. How much bigger was it going to grow? She became slightly nervous. The first squirmings of uneasiness, of fear, of apprehension began to tingle in her naked belly. She had never felt this sensation with any man. Neither had she ever seen so great, so huge a cock; and the fact that it was dark emphasized its enormity.
She shivered. Never! Oh, never! She couldn't take a thing that size inside of her. He would rip her in half. She would bleed like a stuck pig!
When Julius dropped to his knees between her .white thighs, Rhoda began to slowly, unconsciously hunch away from the frightening hugeness of his monstrous cock. But the burly olive-skinned man was far too close now to be turned away or spurned in any fashion. The gang sensed that nothing short of death by a stroke of lightning could stop Julius from fucking this delectable girl lying so wantonly naked at his feet.
This was an act he'd dreamed of for months. And now the blonde-haired girl was nearly his. Nobody would hold him back. Nobody could hold him back. And he knew no one would interrupt. He was putting on too good a show. The rest of the gang, especially April, now half-undressed, and Vivian, totally naked, were on the edges of their chairs and pillows eagerly watching every lewdly forbidden second of this fascinating scene unfolding before their feasting eyes.
Julius was , staring at the tempting, inviting ,lips of Rhoda's tight young slit, partly open as if beckoning him into her, tenderly moist depths; into the tight clasping warmth of her fleshy tunnel. But an even more tempting idea flashed across Julius's brain, something even more wickedly forbidden than just ramming his thickly throbbing cock into this lovely young girl's belly.
Quickly, before the realization of what he was doing could frighten Rhoda away, he climbed over her outstretched body. He pinned her between his knees as he knelt over her form, his pulsing thick cock jutting out like the boom of a sailing sloop from the bushy clump in the middle of his pelvis. His cock loomed menacingly only a few inches over her face. His painfully swollen testicles swept low between his strong, dark thighs. They nearly brushed the pert erect tips of her outthrust breasts, naked and now gleaming with beads of sweat. He crouched over her, looking down into her eyes.
It didn't require a written notice -Rhoda immediately knew what this big hairy man expected of her! And for the first time in her long, varied sex life, she was truly frightened, really afraid. She was shivering uncontrollably.
Julius's enormous cock looked even thicker from where the girl lay, helplessly gazing up from between his powerful legs at the huge shaft growing out from his muscular loins. His heavy balls looked like two swollen baseballs to her terrified eyes.
"Oh, no ... please, Julius! Please! Oh, no!" she whimpered as he lowered his thick, fleshy cock toward her lips with his right hand, his fingers curled around the immense shaft. He slowly pulled back the protective sheath of flesh. He exposed, for the first time, the huge, bulbous head of his cock as it slipped out wetly from its thick shroud.
Julius brushed his cock lightly over Rhoda's quivering lips. The young girl, trembling, her ravishing nakedness coming more and more alive, her audience squirming and anticipating ... clenched her eyes shut tightly to close off the sight of this awful degradation she had no power to resist.
In her ears, Rhoda could hear the other girls moaning. Especially April. Glancing over at the young blonde, Rhoda saw her skirt high up around her waist, her panties down to her knees, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted as she stared at the scene on the pillows.
Rhoda had no choice but to cooperate. She knew this. It was important. Refusing or reneging would bring a penalty worse than anything Julius could have in mind.
Her refusal would mean one thing, one thing only! Expulsion from the gang, from the Scorpions. And she knew it. The gang knew it. To Rhoda Wiggins, the club meant her only life, her only friends, her only fun!
Shutting off her mind to the awfulness of what she would have to do, the blonde-haired girl nearly choked as the massively throbbing cock slithered between her sensual lips. The bulbous tip of the thickly swollen penis brushed over her tongue until the spongy cock-head rammed against the back of her throat. The huge shaft filled her mouth completely, her lips stretched as wide as they would go.
Now with quick, rhythmic jerking movements of his powerful loins, the muscular cycle pilot rocked his enormous organ in and out of Rhoda's tautly-ovaled lips. She was drooling, slurping.
With the pent-up flood suddenly bursting in his sperm-filled testicles, Julius took only seconds to explode, his throbbing penis erupting into a violent orgasm!
In a torrent of seething warmth, the swarthy man emptied his burning load of hot semen deep into the helpless girl's hungrily swallowing throat. Spurt after spurt of warm slimy sperm dribbled down her gulping throat.
Rhoda sucked furiously. She liked the taste of his spewing fluid. It had the same lemony aroma and texture she was familiar with from having sucked dozens of shooting cocks. She sucked thirstily, gulping, never gagging, swallowing and sucking, sipping, licking, kissing and taking every precious drop that oozed into her mouth following the spasmodic jets of fresh creamy sperm.
Now Julius yanked his rubbery cock-head from the girl's clasping lips. He squirmed back until he was again between her open thighs. Then, without hesitating, he shoved his gigantic cock up into her moist, yielding slit. He balanced. He thrust. He drove his cock in tightly until it sank with a loud squishy noise deep up inside her wet sucking cunt.
Julius gasped aloud when he felt his mammoth cock burrow deep up into her eagerly clasping tunnel. His cock grew hard again, harder than before. He could feel the soft, warm corrugated walls of her vagina ripple as his weapon penetrated deeper and deeper. Rhoda was moaning softly, whimpering, crying out little words as Julius sawed in and out of her, pistoning into the naked young girl with quickening, ever strengthening thrusts ...
"Ohhooooo, yessss. Yes! Yes, Julius! Oh, God, baby! Fuck me ... ohooo fuck me ... Fuck me with your big of cock! Oh, God, fuck me!"
Chapter 3
The first glimpse of New York's towering sky-scrapers was breathtaking! They caught Jeffrey Leland and his sister, Sybil, totally by surprise!
Speeding along the highway, Sybil had been fumbling with the straps of her backpack, moving them off her aching shoulders to ease the cutting pain that had lasted three hours since their last, stop.
She had just found a more comfortable position, the straps pushed as far back on the pad as she dared. As the powerful, roaring Honda swung out Riverside Drive, both Sybil and Jeff were slanted as the giant Honda banked evenly to make its speeding assault on the curves ahead.
"Jeff ... oh Jeff!" Sybil cried, shouting into his left ear. "Loop Jeff, we've made it! We're here! There's the Empire State Building!"
Jeff said something in reply but Sybil couldn't hear it because of the deafening din of the motorcycle engine and the roaring of the wind in their reddened ears.
The salty air whipping over the road was fantastically exhilarating. It made all those agonizing hours perched on the cycle worthwhile.
Sybil could see across the glassy, becalmed river to the clear outline of a vessel sailing up the Hudson. To her right, she could see the craggy silhouette of the Jersey shore.
On the New York side, they got their first real glimpse of New York townhouses. They could see the elegant mansions of the very rich high above overlooking the mighty river.
"Oh, Jeffrey, it's so beautiful. Even more beautiful than I remembered. I feel like a million dollars," she sighed in his ear, hugging his waist tightly in appreciation of his nearness.
Now the Honda was moving smoothly down a street bordered with hotels. Jeff remembered it. He swung the big machine into the first hotel that looked halfway decent. There was a neon vacancy sign. He shut off the bike's engine. He felt his sister's hands leave his waist as she eased off her perch. He looked at her, grinning as she stretched her legs long cramped in one position.
Behind the hotel desk Jeff could see the clerk staring at him and his pretty sister as they stood straightening out their rumpled clothing. The unshaven man turned to a woman reading at a tiny desk to his left. He said something inaudible through the glass. Jeff wasn't at all surprised at the man's hostile gaze. Hotel owners were notorious for being anything but hospitable to motorcyclists.
The short, carelessly dressed clerk was checking some papers with exaggerated motions when the couple entered: To Jeff it seemed part of a routine (I am busy, see). The clerk waited until the second Jeff approached the chest-high counter.
"Yes? Hello. What can I do for you?" His tone was one with no enthusiasm whatever.
"We'd like a couple of rooms."
"A couple?" The man's eyebrows raised.
"Yes, please. Two. One for me. One for my sister here, okay?"
The clerk didn't respond. He pushed out two registration cards. "Sign here. Both of you."
"How much is it?" Jeff wanted to know.
"Like on the card outside. Nine bucks per night for a single. That's in advance." There was a small smile that revealed dirty, unbrushed, rotting teeth.
Jeff filled out his card. Sybil did the same. Then Jeff placed a twenty dollar bill on the stained glass counter. This will have to be a short stay, he told himself. He couldn't afford too many nights at this price.
The clerk was all business.
"Here you are, sir. Rooms 412 and 413. They connect."
When he said this he kicked the woman's ankle sitting near him. She looked up. She smirked. Who do they think they're kidding, she said half-aloud. But if the jerky kids wanted to waste money getting two rooms when one would do, that was their problem.
Sybil took the keys and went out ahead of her brother. Jeff rolled the Honda down the street to a spot in front of the hotel. He locked it up and chained the front wheel.
Together they reentered and climbed to room 412. Sybil glanced at her handsome brother. She felt a quick tinge in the pit of her stomach, but she ignored it. Then she felt a strange throbbing in her groin but this lasted only a split second.
"Here, honey," said Jeff, "you unpack I've got to make a telephone call."
Sybil looked up. She felt hurt. She didn't understand.
"You mean ... you mean, Andrea ... Andrea Douglas?"
Jeff turned his head quickly. He was surprised! He hadn't expected his sister to figure out his plan as quickly as this. Then he remembered. He had intended to tell her but somehow, during the long trip, he'd forgotten. But he didn't reveal this.
"How'd you know, Sybby?"
"Oh, I knew." She smiled. She stretched and was immediately conscious of her young ripe breasts pressing suggestively against her tight shirt.
"One of Andrea's girl friends back home told m e you'd been asking about her ... and I knew she was down here in the city." Then Sybil clammed up. She wondered about the wisdom of confession this.
"Oh?"
A painful silence ensured.
"You see, Jeff," Sybil went on, now sitting on the bed, one knee raised, "I'm not messing around in your life, you know that. I hope you're not pissed with me?"
Jeff laughed. "Hell no, Sybby," he said. "Hell no. I was going to tell you. But hell, I hope you didn't say anything to Mom and Dad. You know how they feel about Andrea... "
"Like she's a slut, huh?" said Sybil. The crotch of her jeans was stretched so tight she knew that if her brother took even half a look, he could see the perfect outline of her pussy-lips and the rising mound of her cunt.
Deep inside, Sybil Leland was wondering why she was displaying herself so vulgarly. But she had to admit to the deliciously wicked sensations plowing through her young body and also the licentious thoughts that seemed to have occupied her* brain the moment she stepped over the threshold into the hotel room.
"Something like that, Sybby," was her brother's reply.
"No, hell no, Jeff," she said. "For once I kept my mouth shut. But you know,.I always kind of really did like Andrea. I always thought she was sexy," she added, stretching again and suddenly not caring that her lovely breasts were pressing so recklessly in the direction of her older brother's eyes. Sybil could feel her nipples hardening, her breasts swelling with a new kind of excitement.
"To tell you the truth, Jeff, I don't have anything against her." Sybil wanted to add something else - that Andrea's ripe, swollen breasts made her fingers itchy, but she held her tongue.
"Okay, so good enough," said her brother. "Now how's about you unpacking for us? I'll be with you in a couple minutes."
Jeff closed the connecting door of the two rooms behind him. Inside her room Sybil listened to see if he'd lock it and then have to use the hallway if there needed to be any kind of communication between them: But Jeff hadn't. A soft glow began to flame inside her. She moistened her lips as she began to empty the backpack.
On his own bed, Jeff searched in the old directory he found under the bedside table. Andrea Douglas's was not listed. Jeff dialed Information.
The sarcastic telephone girl gave young Leland the impression he'd interrupted her in the middel of a bowel movement.
While he waited after dialing, he felt sweat beginning to form in his armpits. His muscles tightened. He couldn't remember being so nervous.
What if a guy answered? Maybe Andrea got married? Could be! He slowed down. No. Marriage was out of the question. The listing was in her own name, Andrea Douglas. But she could be living with a man, maybe two of them. This was being done ... and especially in New York. He meditated as he listened to the instrument ringing on the other end. Andrea could handle two strapping men with ease.
After long, tedious moments the telephone did not answer. Jeff sighed. He shrugged. So what the hell! She was in bed, fucking these two guys and didn't have 'enough energy to get up or even reach over to answer the damned phone. Fuck her!
Jeff flopped down on the bed: He couldn't chase the thoughts of Andrea away: Especially - the erotic ones. He recalled her luscious breasts, her tiny nipples. He -remembered her loins pressed against his as they kissed passionately. He felt his cock throbbing, coming alive under his body.
He leaped up. He dialed the number again. Again there was no answer. This time he let it ring until he grew tired of hearing it. He hung up.
Back on the bed he tried to relax his strained muscles. The trip from. Vermont to New York had been more exhausting than he'd anticipated. He could still feel the pressure of his-sister's hands on his belly, on his thighs, on his shoulders. He could still feel the pressure of her swollen breasts on his back, Sybil's warm breath against his neck above the collar of his jacket, against his ears when she'd bury her face to protect it from the fierce winds.
Jeff rolled over on his back. He stared up at the ceiling. Then for the third time he jumped off the bed to dial Andrea's number. When it failed to respond this time, after more than a dozen rings, he gave up completely. He was going to resign himself to one of several facts: Andrea was married with five kids; she had ten lovers; she was dead - or she was under the influence of something greather than death!
He got off the -bed. He had a problem. The only reason he'd chucked the farm back in Vermont was to be with Andrea. What should he do? He hadn't the slightest idea. But he did make one final decision.
Later, much later, he would try once more to reach Andrea by telephone. This could fail as it had done several times. His final, last, ultimate attempt would be to wheel the Honda over to the address... to see what he could see... ,
Well, he said to himself as he'd said many a time back in the Navy, the decision had been made. Now to act upon it.
He stripped. He showered the filth of the road off his strong, young body. He shaved. He clipped his finger and toe-nails. He slipped into a fresh pair of shorts his sister had laid out on the foot of his bed when he'd called Andrea the first time in vain.
Then without thinking, without knocking, he opened the door connecting his room with Sybil's. The surprise that greeted him shook Jeffrey Leland to his very--foots.
His sister was stark naked. She had apparently just come out of the. stall shower. The towel she'd used to dry her body was tossed at the foot of the double bed. Sybil lay, her naked legs apart, her arms thrown over her flamey red head of hair, her lovely bare breasts heaving.
Jeff felt an instantaneous throbbing in his genitals! The resemblance between his young sister's naked body and that of Andrea Douglas's was astonishing. As quickly, as quietly as he could, he started to back out of the room, when suddenly his young sister leaped up.
"JEFFREY LELAND!"
"I'm sorry, Sybby."
"How dare you!?"
"I said I'm sorry. I mean it." He started to close the door.
"Jeffrey!"
He stood. The door was half-open, half-closed. He could see just that portion of her naked body from the navel down to her tiny feet. Again, he felt the intense throbbing in his loins.
"I said I'm sorry, Sybil." He seldom called her that. "I should have knocked, huh?"
"Yes." There was a long moment of silence.
"What did you want, Jeff?"
"A fresh pair of jeans. They're in the pack. Morn ironed them for me. There's a shirt, too. Some socks."
Sybil Leland raised up .on her right elbow. Her lovely breasts were quite visible. To Jeffrey, his sister never looked more naked, never more appetizing, more delectable.
"Jeff, now you be a good boy. You go right back where you came from and don't come peeping on me again like that. After all, Jeffy, I am your sister. "
Jeff knew better than to argue. He nodded his head. He closed the door gently. He suddenly felt stupid. He .couldn't understand the strong sensations filtering through him.
But one thing was very clear. The sharp, persistent images that had flashed through his brain had made secret whispers to the lower regions of his young, healthy body.
To quiet the less than subtle urgings, whether they were directed toward Andrea Douglas or toward his sister, he wasn't sure - he ducked into the cold shower, shorts and all.
When he came out, dripping, he took off the shorts. He was just about to reach for the towel he'd used to dry himself off the first time when the door between the connecting rooms suddenly opened.
Jeff could have dropped dead!
Sybil shrieked!
"Holy God!" Jeff exclaimed. He darted back into the shower stall. "Christ, why the hell didn't you knock?!"
Sybil burst into wild laughter. But underneath she felt a seething passion that made her head reel. This was the second time she'd seen her handsome brother totally naked! She felt weak. Tears began to flood her eyes.
"You're really a bashful boy, huh?" she teased.
"No worse than you, Sybby."
Later, after he'd dressed, Jeff made up his mind to forget the entire incident. You could expect any kind of behavior from silly young girls. Everyone was a born exhibitionist, but even acknowledging this, he couldn't figure out why she'd been lying on the bed, legs parted, totally naked. This really puzzled him.
From his room he called out and suggested that together they go out for a quick bike ride around the town. Maybe they'd have time to visit the private school in which she'd soon be spending a great deal of her time.
Sybil was more than happy to join him. In the street Jeff cranked up the Honda. Sybil leaped onto her seat behind her brother.
They drove all the way down to Greenwich Village. But at Times Square they had to stop for the passing throngs, mostly summer visitors. All were screaming and yelling as if they were visiting an amusement park.
Jeff stopped, the Honda idling. This was Sybil's first close up look at such a large crowd of people. He banked down the Avenue of the Americas and followed the heavy traffic down the long avenue. Whenever Jeff would make a short stop, Sybil couldn't help crashing her upper body against his strong back. Her full, ripe breasts would be squashed and so deliciously! She could feel her nipples stiffening. She would brush her breasts casually across his back, exaggerating it when the roaring bike would slant or bank as it screamed around corners.
Sybil also enjoyed embracing Jeff's strong, muscular thighs, feeling his stomach taut or rippling at different moments. Once her hand accidentally fell between his open thighs and she let it remain long, joyous seconds before pulling it away. Out of the corner of her eye she saw no notice of recognition in her brother's face. She felt like a young child who had just stolen a forbidden piece of candy.
All in all,-and especially after a brief visit to the village, Sybil Leland felt like a happy kid at a circus. There was so much to look at, so many things to do, places, parks, sinful clubs. She doubted she'd ever be able to do everything she wanted to during this short stay in New York City with her brother.
But on the way back to the hotel she consoled herself. What she didn't accomplish this trip she'd make a note of; and then when she returned to the academy in the early fall to begin her studies, she would make an itinery and then go off on a big splurge.
She hugged her brother tightly. She kissed his neck as he raced the giant Honda down a wide boulevard.
The wind was so strong, so fierce, she had to yell into his year.
"Jeffy, Jeffy. I love New York. And I love you!"
Jeff Leland smiled. He'd never seen his kid sister as happy as she was today.
Chapter 4
Andrea Douglas tossed her glistening black head of hair as she heard the doorbell. Quickly she buttoned her skimpy, tight blouse and slipped her naked legs into her fancy tailored bell-bottoms. She smiled happily. It just had to be Jeffrey Leland at the door. When he telephoned earlier his trembling voice said he'd hurry over faster than the wind. He had told her about his new Honda and Andrea was anxious to see it.
Before the bell had rung she'd been reflective. Damn it, she had muttered to herself, Jeffrey Leland! Of all people to phone her! And after all these years. The call had come right out of the blue! Andrea had nearly dropped the instrument when Jeff identified himself. Andrea had to admit she didn't recognize his voice.
And when she heard his name, two things happened:
First, she thought it was some kind of cruel joke.
Secondly, when she realized it was Jeff, she felt a distinctive. squirming between her legs, a tingling in her large breasts, but most of all, her armpits growing suddenly damp.
Andrea grew more and more excited. She wondered what Jeff would look like now. A person changed a great deal in three years; especially when they'd been in the armed forces. She guessed he'd probably gained weight, but she did know one thing. His posture would be perfect. It had always been. This was one of the things that made Jeffrey Leland stand out in a crowd.
She laughed to herself. She wondered if he'd be wearing his uniform. After all he'd just been discharged.
Then she thought about his new Honda; and this reminded her of the Scorpions, and the probable difference between Trigger with his Indian, Julius with his Harley-Davidson, Joey and Vic with their mongrel machines.
She just knew that Jeff wouldn't be like the gang boys. They took a female for granted, used her, pushed her around arid in general, abused her until she couldn't take it anymore. When this happened they threw her out into the garbage. Jeff Leland could never be this type of male.
She pushed the security buzzer that flipped the lock on the downstairs door. Andrea listened to it slam, then the stomp of heavy boots as Jeff climbed up the wooden staircase to her door.
The first sight of him rounding the bend took the breath out of her. Jeff had really changed. He was one gorgeous hunk of man now!
Andrea threw her arms around his neck as he embraced her, hugging her lithesome body close to his, lifting her off her bare feet and crushing her body.
"Jeff, of Jeff! How are you?"
Jeff Leland was all smiles. "Great, great, Andrea, just great!"
"I'm doing fine, Jeff," she said, kissing his lips. "I love it here in New York. It's for me, just for me... all of it. I could never go back to Vermont. Never. Not to live ... anyway. Maybe a vacation." She grinned. She held his hand tightly, pressing his fingers. "This is the only city on earth for me, Jeffrey."
Once they were in the apartment Andrea shared with Rhoda Wiggins, Jeff began to relax a bit. Admittedly he was tense at his first sight of his old flame. She didn't look all that different, at least physically; but you could never tell about a female and her psychic changes. These were never visible until moments after you'd been with her. But her body had changed. It was positively stunning now!
Andrea and Jeff were seated on a couch. They held hands as they made small talk about his past. It was now he told Andrea about his sister, Sybil, riding down with him on the Honda.
'"Oh, no! You mean little Sybby? She must be all grown up now, huh? But," she grinned, scratching the inside of his palm with her index finger, a signal that her cunt was catching fire, "I'll never forget that kid sister of yours. Remember how she was always snooping around, trying to catch me with my panties down and you with your dick sticking out. Oh, I do remember that so well," Andrea laughed.
Jeff joined in laughing. "Yep, she's the one all right, Sybby. But now, Andrea, she's all of eighteen and she's quite a looker if I do say so myself." Jeff made a motion to describe the curves of her luscious breasts and her hips and buttocks. Andrea giggled.
"I can hardly believe that," she said. "Her all grown up like you say makes me feel old, Jeffrey." Then she changed the subject. "You planning to stay down here for a while?" She winked at him coyly. "I mean, here with me?"
"Well," Jeff stuttered, "would it ... would it be okay, Andrea? Would I be imposing? Maybe you've got a boyfriend ... or something?" This possibility still worried Jeff. He felt anxious. He had to know.
"Don't worry," she smiled. She jumped up. "How about something to drink to celebrate your being here, Jeff? Wanna beer, maybe something stronger, huh?" She stood in front of him. She was conscious of his eyes caressing her full breasts, lingering on her narrow waist then traveling down, ever so slowly to take in her naked legs and pretty feet.
"Some friends were over yesterday and for a change they didn't drink everything in sight," she laughed.
"A beer'd be great."
The cold beer hit the spot. He could feel both his body and brain relaxing after several sips. When he finished it as she watched him drain the glass, she ran to get him another. Jeff felt like his old self again.
And for some odd reason, he felt. very, very comfortable with Andrea. The apartment was cozy and in order. It seemed to Jeff as he sat there that he and Andrea had been parted only weeks instead of years.
This impressed him. He had never thought his reconciliation with her would go as easy as it was going. He could tell how glad she really was to see him too.
He found himself, as they chatted, taking quick glimpses of her beautiful body. Even though she was wearing a blouse at least one size too large for her, the delicious mounds smoldering underneath were quite visible. Jeff could see how firm and swollen her breasts were every time she would shift the position of her body.
He remembered these luscious breasts very well. They went with those wonderful, sexy, romantic nights they had shared over three years before down at the lake.
This secluded spot had been their favorite. Nobody else ever came there to disturb or interrupt their love-making. The isolated lake was all theirs.
Jeff recalled the first time they'd climbed into the back seat of his father's Ford. How he'd had to lie about his experiences with gals to build up his courage. And then he cringed in embarrassment when he recalled one of those first nights when he'd had his fly open, his cock sticking out and the split second her tiny fingers touched it, it exploded all over her naked thighs and his pants. He still felt like an idiot recalling this.
Now they were sitting closer together on the couch. They rambled on and on about old school friends. Who got engaged to whom? Who ran off to be married? What happened to this guy, that guy?, They talked about the Navy, then about Jeff's sister, Sybil, and their parents whom Andrea well knew didn't approve of her for one minute. They: spoke very' little of Andrea herself.
Jeff was very -conscious of this. At first he thought he was imagining it, but it wasn't true. Was he unknowingly monopolizing the conversation with his service stories? No. Andrea just seemed to have nothing to say about her last three years.
She did talk about New York, about how she'd met her roommate, then about Rhoda Wiggins, stories of parties they'd gone to ... but nothing especially about the men in her life. Just nothing personal at all.
This bothered Jeff. It began to nag at him, and he didn't like the uncomfortable feelings. Finally he spoke up.
"Andrea, how's about telling me something you've been doing, huh? You've certainly not been a prisoner here in this apartment for three whole years. You must have some ... friends, boyfriends, huh?"
His words sounded more serious than he intended. He tried to soften the meaning (his implied jealousy). "Hell, I thought you'd be married by now ... maybe with a couple of kids running all over." His laugh was weak when she didn't reply.
Then she looked at him sharply. "Jeff, I know what you're thinking. I believe I do.
But you could be all wrong, too. No. I'm not married. No, I've had no kids legal or otherwise. And no abortions either."
She paused thoughtfully. "I'm not really holding out anything on you, Jeffrey. Sure, I've got some friends. Good ones, too; the only thought is that maybe you won't approve of them. None of them went to the service. And they might seem a little strange to you otherwise." She paused again. "They're not at all like the kids we knew back home, Jeff."
Jeff was puzzled. He didn't understand. He said so. He pointed out that during three years in the navy he'd met more than one crazy gang.
"No, Jeff," Andrea went on, "these guys you never see in any navy."
"Who are they ... . hippies, bums?"
"No," said Andrea laughing. "But like I told you, Jeff, don't worry about them. You'll meet -them soon enough. In fact, I've got an idea."
"What... ?"
"Maybe you can go riding with all of us tomorrow?"
Jeff sighed. "Sorry, I can't. Tomorrow, Andrea, I've promised my kid sister that I'd drive her over to the academy she's going to attend in the fall. Driving around, having lunch with her, all that crap is going to probably take all damned day." He hesitated. "Riding? What do you mean? Motorcycles?"
"That's right, bikes," Andrea answered. ."All of these guys you'll meet have bikes. Nice ones. It's sort of a club, you know. Gals and guys."
Jeff was beginning to understand. And he wasn't quite sure he liked the picture forming in his head. He'd read a great deal about motorcycle gangs, especially those in big cities. He was reminded of the infamous Hell's Angels and other trouble,-making wild gangs tearing through the night at racing speeds, destroying property, beating up innocent motorists, stealing.
He hoped Andrea's friends weren't this type.
He asked her for another beer. As she went to the kitchen she wondered seriously what his reaction would be to Trigger, to Vic, Joey and especially to the huge swarthy-skinned, Julius. She knew he wouldn't like the gals. They just weren't Jeff's type.
When Andrea returned, she sat closer than before. She put down the fresh glass of beer and embraced him. Their lips met. They kissed. At first lightly, then as the pressure began to build, more sensually and . more passionately.
Jeff was understanding clearly. He took her into his arms. He could feel her thigh just slightly touching his. The nearness of her felt like fire. And suddenly he was desperate to grab her with both arms and throw her back on the couch. God, he was thinking, how good it would be to strip Andrea, to dip his cock into her hot little box again. How many thousands of times in the last three years had images of her hot box swam before his eyes?
Andrea was beginning to purr. "Oh, Jeff, darling, it's been a long, long time, hasn't it?" She slipped her fingers between the buttons of his shirt. Teasingly she brushed the wiry hairs on his manly chest. Then down below his belt, her creeping fingers traveled through the bushy hair at the base of his stiffening cock. Jeff held her tight, hugging. He was sure that if her fingers went a micro-inch closer, he'd spurt off into her hand.
Andrea was getting really horny. "I see you missed me; darling," she moaned into his ear, kissing it, biting and nibbling on his ear and then pecking at his nose.
Her fingers were now roaming all around, but just missing touching his hot shaft. Then they did! The first touch felt like a million electric shocks. His cock leaped up through her grasping fingers. She squeezed it hard and it was this gesture that restrained it from exploding.
Without another word, Andrea pulled Jeff's zipper down past his hairy pelvis. She yanked it all the way down when it stubbornly refused to slide. Jeff's breath froze in his lungs as her fingers made contact with the hardened shaft. He dared not move -a single muscle, or else he'd blast off.
Andrea's eyes were soft and loving. "C'mon, lover. Let's take all our clothes off, huh? I'm getting hot for your cock, honey boy."
Jeff had never heard Andrea Douglas speak this way. He studied her silently. She had changed, and very much. This was a different Andrea. A whole new person with a whole new way of talking. He glanced toward the door.
The black-haired girl noticed his anxiety. "Oh, darling, don't you worry. My roommate, her name's Rhoda, remember, well she won't be back today until three or four. Nobody's going to bother us. The Scorpions are all busy too. So relax, we'll be alone and do what we want. Besides, if the buzzer rings, we'll just pretend we don't hear it, okay?"
Jeffrey Leland nodded. He reached behind her back. He placed his hands on the warm curve of her firm buttocks. They were every bit as well remembered as her faint perfume.
Andrea's body was incredibly warm against his. It seemed as if she was burning up. He could feel her trembling, shivering as they embraced tightly and she began to squirm deliciously at the touch of his exploring fingers.
When her fingers curled around his throbbing cock, their lips met. They kissed deeply, passionately, his tongue slipping through her velvet lips to meet hers. Her lips gave in like a soft cushion. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, taunting him, the tip teasing and tantalizing his mouth, lips and tongue.
Andrea began to crawl over him. She crushed the full length of her supple body against his. She was squirming furiously against him before suddenly pulling away only to pull him closer, kissing, hugging and writhing as she rubbed her melon-like breasts against his chest.
Then Andrea stood up. She undressed quickly. She tossed her oversized blouse and the fancy bell bottoms aside casually. Jeff was all eyes! He couldn't stifle the gasp of pleased surprise that suddenly overwhelmed him. Her naked loveliness was dazzling. And the fact that when she'd stripped, Jeff saw she wore no panties, made his excitement increase twofold.
God, how Andrea had changed! Her curvaceous body had really filled out. Her breasts were as firm as he remembered but more swollen, heavier and most delectable. They were exceptionally high on her chest. Her pale pink nipples were deliciously erect and inviting. They were hard and throbbing. He could see how proud of them she was.
As the black-haired girl moved and swayed seductively, her glorious breasts rocked gently from side to side. They rubbed against each other and this excited the watching youth. The firm muscles in her thighs rippled slightly. The bones of her hips just showed through. They resembled two perfectly placed handles at each side of the sparse growth of pussy hair below her tiny navel.
Jeff thought about the warm, beckoning crevice concealed there between her ivory-smooth thighs; and how fantastically wonderful it was going to feel to slip his stiffened cock up into those hot, musky depths.
Jumping up, he stripped off his clothes. He went to Andrea. The room was pleasantly warm, but the electric touch of their two stark naked bodies was like a blast of hot air, knocking the breath out of both. Jeff closed his eyes. So did Andrea.
Both had the identical thought: This is fantastic. It's so fantastic it just can't be real ...
Andrea was literally shivering with passion. She ran her smooth fingers searchingly down over Jeff's naked body. Her fingers explored all the muscular hollows. She probed. She caressed. She fondled and reacquainted herself with every inch of his sinewy body, a body she had almost forgotten in the three years it had been taken away from her.
When Jeff's maddeningly erect cock began to snap up between her warm, silky thighs, Andrea let it rest there gently for moments before she moved and squirmed her deliciously naked body to permit the exploring weapon to next lightly against her hairy pussy-lips and then to probe softly, trying to seek entrance into the juicy furrow, wanting to bury itself up to the hilt in the quiveringly hot hole where Jeff's cock was no stranger.
Both were now breathing heavily. Jeff was running his hands along the curves of her spine. He could easily feel every bone in her vertebrae. His fingers traced up and down and Andrea wiggled her buttocks and squirmed in his strong arms as she kept her face buried in the warmth of his shoulder, her tongue licking, her lips nipping and her fingers squeezing all over his nakedness.
Jeff cupped her luscious buttocks with both hands. He massaged them. He squeezed them. He- pried them open and then wiggled them, sometimes running his finger down into the darkly mysterious crack between her ass-cheeks. Andrea giggled at the intimacy of this new touch, and she ground and gyrated her hips against his rock-hard cock, pressing tightly against her lower belly.
"Oh, darling, ooooooh, Jeffrey," Andrea moaned, "you're still a marvelous lover. And you're so clean and so strong, and you wanna know something, darling, you're even better looking than I remember." She kissed him hotly!
The lust-driven dark-haired girl's sharp fingernails dug into Jeff's bare shoulders. Her teeth bit his neck. He gripped the cheeky mounds of her lovely rear end, squeezing them, hugging her and pressing her body up to his, and both could feel the immense throbbing of his powerful cock as it was -compressed between their clinging bodies.
"Oh God! Oh God in Heaven, Jeff, I've ... I've got to have some cock. Oh, God, I can't bear it. I'm on fire. My slit's burning hot for your cock, honey. Oh, Jeff ... please ... please!"
Scissored tightly together, they fell as one to the couch. Andrea was smothered under his strong, heavy body. Her eager fingers slipped along his belly and, gripping his throbbing penis, she aimed it at her welcoming cunt. She was moaning, crying out in anguish, her eyes clenched shut, her hips grinding hungrily.
Jeff ploughed his turgid cock up into her moistly heated tunnel with one mighty thrust! The pool of juices inside her pussy-hole coated his cock-shaft as it plunged in up to the hilt, Jeff's heavy testicles slapping noisily against her buttocks, her legs rising up in the air as Jeff began to fuck the lovely, squirming creature.
Andrea's velvet soft cunt clutched greedily at Jeff's stabbing cock. He kept ramming his lust-hardened cock into her steaming cunt and pulling it out with increasing force and speed. Andrea was moaning, grunting, snorting, and crying all at once.
Jeff Leland rode up into her more and more viciously. He knew he was hurting her but he also could tell how much she was enjoying the mixture of pleasure and pain. Now and then the dark-haired girl would gasp! She would let out a muffled roar and then, as if choking for air, she'd begin swearing as he thrust up inside her, their loins pressed tightly, his impaling cock and her burning cunt lubricated until both were slimy, her pussy oozing rich juices as they fucked and fucked, yelling, screaming, and, had anyone been observing, giving the impression both were attempting to kill the other.
At one point Andrea strained back under him. She cried out and arched her loins up at him. She lifted both of them off the couch with little effort as Jeff kept fucking back, driving his ravaging cock in and out like a man gone mad.
Both were moaning like tortured animals. Andrea was burning up. Both were sweating profusely, Andrea's armpits soaking in sweat, her breasts glistening and damp from perspiration.
Jeff was holding onto her hips and her buttocks underneath as he ploughed in and out. He ground down on Andrea, pumping his cock with short, vicious jabs. Andrea pumped back, hollering, urging him to increase his speed, to make the punching of his gouging cock even more fierce.
As Jeff responded, Andrea, begging, pleading with him to hurt her, bit his lips. She was ferociously scratching his back, and Jeff wondered if he was bleeding. She would snake her probing tongue deeper into his mouth, sucking on his tongue, moaning and whimpering as his fiery cock pummelled her voraciously scalding pussy.
"Oh, darling ... oh, darling," Andrea cried out. "Oh, darling, I love fuck. I love fuck," she squealed. "Darling, yes. Yessssss, oh... yesssssss. Oh, now. Now, darling. Now! Stick your finger deep up my ass. Do that. Do it now!"
Her words caught Jeff by surprise. In fact her words, her insistence, her vital need for this really shocked him. He'd never done anything like that before.
For a brief moment he felt a gnawing sickness in his stomach. He wondered which of her wild motorcycle maniacs had taught her this trick. Which of them, of those she'd told him about, had been the first to do it? Had this guy gone even further than that?
Jeff chased these negative thoughts away. Rightfully they had no place at the moment. He reached under her trembling body. He ran one hand down over her sweaty buttocks. Then reaching down and under, he moved his wet fingers under her shivering body until the tips of them found her wet, slimy hole. Her pussy hairs were soaked with her love juices. The inside of her thighs and between her lower buttocks were slippery wet from the rich cream that leaked out of her flaming slit.
"Oh, darling, stick your finger up my ass!" Andrea groaned in passion. "Darling, Jeff. Finger-fuck my asshole. Oh, darling . . "
Jeff found the tightly puckered rim of Andrea's anus between her full ass-cheeks. He touched it lightly at first as she squirmed back lasciviously at the contact. Then he started to push his extended middle finger in, a little at a time.
The lust-stricken girl was moaning louder. Her face was contorted as she kept arching her back, raising her buttocks off the couch, using obscene words that rang strangely in her young lover's ears.
Then, at Andrea's strong urging, Jeff thrust his finger all the way up into her rectum. The black-haired girl gave a soulful moan as she screwed her buttocks back against his pressuring finger.
Jeff moved his invading finger round and round inside the velvety channel of her soft and steaming anus. It was obscenely fleshy to the touch. He heard her scream as she buried her face in his shoulder. She was choking and feeling the pain her shivering body needed as he relentlessly fucked her defenseless rectum with his spiraling finger.
"Oh, yesssssss, finger-fuck my ass ... oh, God, it's outtasight. It's fantastic, Jeff. Don't stop. It's outtasight!"
Now Andrea was grunting and squirming back down on his stabbing finger. Jeff couldn't have ever imagined his girl to be so lewd, so vulgar, so wanton and obscene as he fucked his rock-hard cock up into her cunt and fingered her hot anus at the same time. As he fucked he was able to feel his own middle finger through the thin membrane separating her cunt from her tight rectum.
Jeffrey's loins were wound tightly like a coiled spring. His strong penis felt as big as a tree limb. It seemed to be growing and growing. Andrea's anguished pain and ecstatic joy was excruciating as the maddening pace increased.
The writhing girl was sobbing. She was holding him tightly between her firm white thighs. She had them clamped around his hips. She would loosen them momentarily then clamp them back, squeezing him like a python.
Jeff was swimming in bliss as he fucked. He could hear Andrea swearing, moaning and whispering his name as her fingernails scratched cruelly and then gently. Her feverish anus and cunt were enduring a punishment he had never believed possible. It was fantastic! Her screams, her howls of pain, - her twisting body, her contorted features, her thrusting body and her ripping fingernails - God, was all Jeff could think as he continued to fuck her rippling body as he'd never fucked before.
Then Andrea murmured something. At first he didn't hear. She was crying, sobbing. Her eyes were flickering open and then closing, Andrea clamping her eyes shut as her fingers raked across Jeff's sweaty back and buttocks.
Following several more explosive bursts of gutter obscenity, repeating the magic phrases over and over again, Andrea pulled back her thighs. She presented her lover with a stretched and widely spread crevice of pink, hungry cunt-lips.
Her long, naked legs scrambled up and over his shoulders.. She ground her crotch up against his loins with bruising force, her lewdly grinding buttocks arched high off the couch to meet the deep, penetrating thrust of his jackhammering cock.
Andrea's eyes were wide open. They were glazed as if she were drugged. Her lips were parted. Her tongue kept licking the air, and she was shivering. Then she gave a sudden animal scream, fucking back on the lust-swollen prick on which she was impaled, lifting Jeff bodily off the couch. Andrea's body was now drenched in hot sweat as she worked feverishly to achieve her hungered-for orgasm.
"Oh, shit, yesss! Goddamn it! Shit. Oh, God! Yesssss, oh, darling! Oh, I'm cumming ... . I'm cumming! I can't ... I can't stand it! Oh, now. Yessssss. Yes!"
Andrea was quivering, shaking like a leaf in a torrential storm. The breath exploded from her lungs. She collapsed under him, falling back against the couch as his full weight settled down on top of her. She abruptly lay limp. Then she began to quiver and tremble again, her full, ripe breasts heaving as she struggled to refill her lungs with air.
Jeff was suddenly a little concerned. Andrea seemed to be really suffering, as if maybe he'd somehow injured her cunt and rectum. But after a few moments of lying peacefully, allowing him to continue pounding his throbbing cock up into her still searingly agonized pussy, she began to revive, her eyelids fluttering.
"Oh, God in heaven!" she sighed.
Andrea looked up at Jeff with an unmistakably purring expression. Her features resembled a satisfied animal. She closed her eyes and smiled, clutching him tightly against her heaving body as he burrowed deeper and deeper into her fiery hot cunt.
"Oh, honey. Oh, Jeff! That was just out of sight! It was too much, really. You're something else again," she said. "You're one helluva fucker, darling," she whispered.
Andrea let out another tiny scream when Jeff snapped his loins like a whip, ramming his rigidly bloated cock up to the very hilt inside her juicy cunt. She fucked back as he slammed his cock in tightly between her still trembling cunt-lips.
"Jeff, sweetie : . . oh, darling," she murmured, "please don't shoot off into me, okay? I've stopped taking the pill, you know. I haven't used any foam or anything. You don't mind ....?"
"No," was Jeff's reply. But he was betraying his need. Her words disappointed him. The seething mass of hot sperm was aching inside his swollen balls. He was on the verge of shooting off his load into her cunt at any second.
Andrea hugged him. She sensed his frustration. "Oh, I know what, baby. You roll over. Turn over. I've got a good idea, baby. Something that'll fix you right up!"
Jeff hesitantly rolled over on his back; reluctantly pulling his throbbing cock out of her warmly clasping cunt, and he squirmed in between her naked body and the back of the couch. As his turgid cock slipped out of her sopping wet pussy with an audible plop, both laughed.
Now his penis was pointing yearningly straight up toward the ceiling, archingly rigid and ready for anything she had in mind. He wasn't sure what this was going to be but he figured if she wanted to do it from the top, it was okay with him. .
Andrea leaned over him. Tenderly she stroked his stiff cock. First with one hand then with both hands, all ten fingers, pumping it gently, then roughly, allowing its wet, glistening length to slide and slip between her gripping fingers.
Without warning, the dark-haired girl bent her head, bringing her lips down to his throbbing cock. Warmly she fastened her sweet lips around the throbbing, blood-filled head.
When what she had in mind finally sank into Jeff's consciousness, it was like a shock of electricity. He felt his whole body beginning to churn with a brand new excitement. He was eager with a new anticipation!
Andrea held his cock in one hand. She leaned over his hairy loins, her long black hair brushing over his skin. Ever so slowly, she began to suck on his erect cock, swirling her tongie, licking, chewing hungrily; working up an exciting rhythm. Up and down went her tongue, up and down went her open .mouth with his tingling cock inside as her hand gripped the base and her fingers tantalized and teased.
Jeff's groin tensed at the sight of the action. Looking at what Andrea was doing was maddening. She began to suck a little harder. Sometimes she'd give him a small, teasing nibble, or she'd scrape the thick fleshy shaft with her teeth. Jeff's cock was white where her teeth grazed it and blood-purple on the bulbous tip.
Andrea released her grip on his cock. She now placed both hands under his buttocks. She lifted his loins up as she rammed her ovaled, lipstick-rimmed lips down again on his penis.
The youth's lust-swollen cock disappeared completely down her throat, and he wondered why it wasn't choking her. But it seemed she knew exactly what she was doing. If he'd really thought about it and admitted he wanted to, he would have been anxious again to learn where she had found out about finger-fucking in her anus, and now this, taking a cock the size of his, fully erect, completely down her throat until, her -lips were clinging to the hairy base all drenched with her cunt juices.
The exquisite pleasure Jeff was enjoying chased any negative thoughts away. His brain was whirling as she continued to suck him ravenously.
Andrea's rough tongue, with its coarse swiping lick was making the spongy head of his penis vibrate and quiver as if it had a life of its own. He stiffened his hips, crossed his legs, and he clamped his thighs tightly together as if to hold back the flood of scalding hot sperm threatening to erupt out of his aching balls. Jeff could actually feel the movement stirring in his undulating testicles.
Straining all his muscles, he watched Andrea's contorted face, her twitching features, as she worked furiously on his cock. Her lips would be stretched out incredibly wide, clinging to his long rod, sucking it hungrily. Then he pushed his groin right up at her face, arching his body from his waist down to his toes. Andrea's voraciously nibbling lips continued to gulp and slurp over every thobbing inch of his enormously distended cock.
By now Jeff's throat and mouth were bone dry. He didn't. know how much longer he could hold out. He thought of his painfully hardened cock exploding in Andrea's sucking mouth, emptying down her throat in a seething flood, and he persistently tried to hold it back. But he knew it was nearly out of control now. Any second it would all be over!
Strained noises made their way up from his lungs. He rammed his hips as high as they would go. He crammed and punched every inch of his vibrating cock down her throat ... but Andrea showed no signs of stopping or even wanting to halt the exquisite pleasure she was giving to him and his beloved cock.
He knew he had only a few seconds more. It had to be now ... now... now! He was cumming...
Jeff's hips writhed uncontrollably. His vision seemed to be blurring as the delicious agony grew more and more intense. His eyes fluttered open and closed. He had a sudden fantasy vision of Andrea's lovely young lips tightly ovaled around his swollen cock, sucking furiously, his churning body straining to hold back the inevitable.
A loud gasp broke from his throat! . "Aaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!"
Jeff moaned and moaned over and over again. He was snorting like a bull gone mad after a cow. He was close to bawling. His full balls emptied their precious fluid in a stinging jet of white, sticky sperm racing along the swollen length of his quivering shaft at a great, unstemable pace.
Andrea continued sucking greedily as every spurt emptied down her throat. She was licking madly, her head bobbing, her heavy breasts bouncing, and she was sweating profusely. Jeff's hands gripped her head as he pumped, jabbed and thrust his exploding cock in Andrea's vacuum-sucking mouth.
Even after the young man had shot his full load down her throat, his cock now deflating in her mouth, Andrea continued to suck and nibble on it. She had her eyes closed as she sucked and licked every drop of his delicious sperm. When Jeff finally gave a .heaving sigh and flopped over on his side, completely exhausted and spent only then did she raise her head to look at him. She licked her lips.
"God, honey, I could drink from your cock all day!"
For a long time Andrea lay with her head flat against his belly. She would lash out with her tongue every now and then, taking his limp penis into her mouth, nursing on it. And, lowering her head, she swallowed his balls into her warm, wet mouth. Then she rubbed her tender nipples along his skin, and, raising up, she rubbed the head of his cock over her sensitive breasts.
At last, she climbed up and fell on top of him. Their lips met, and their mouths locked together. They kissed and kissed, both tongues swirling. Jeff could taste the strange tanginess of his own semen still flavoring her tongue and lips.
Finally, Andrea got up slowly.. She was a bit weak, and she staggered, her naked body still trembling from the wild excitement. She giggled as he looked up at her, and she cupped her breasts, sighing, "God, honey. You're marvelous!"
Jeff watched his girl dress as he stretched luxuriously.
"You know something, honey ... Andrea," he said quietly. "This is it ... for me, I mean. I've had it back up in Vermont. Just had it! It's New York for me from now on, baby. From now on. I mean it!"
Andrea ran on bare feet to get her lover a cold beer. In the kitchen she wondered if now was the time to go into more detail about her friends, the Scorpions?
Should she tell Jeff about her relationship with Trigger? About the swarthy-skinned Julius? The sexy girls?
Opening -the bottle of beer, she decided now was not the time. Not at all! There would be time later.
From the doorway, she studied Jeff's muscular form lying stretched out on the couch. His right hand was idly stroking his flaccid cock back into erection. As she stared. she slipped one hand up under the skirt she'd put on. Two fingers wandered between the slippery lips of her pussy.
God! She- was getting hot and horny all over again. What a night they were going to have! She could hardly wait for him to get stiff again ... -
Chapter 5
Alone in the motel room, deliciously naked under a lightweight sheet, drifting in and out of erotic dreams in which a boy very similar to her brother played a devilish role, red-haired Sybil Leland had finally fallen asleep waiting for Jeff to return from his "it'll be only an hour or so" reunion with Andrea Douglas.
And now it was eight-thirty in the morning! When Sybil awakened, she felt terribly lonely. She didn't know where she was for a moment, and then she jumped out of bed, running on bare feet to the door connecting her brother's room with her own. She flung it open. The room was empty, the bed still made up!
The young girl shrugged, and returned to her own room. She started to get dressed. Damn him! Damn Jeff. Staying out all night and not bothering to call her. Damn it, the hotel had a telephone. Why was he so inconsiderate?
Well, she could guess. Naturally, he hadn't seen Andrea in three long years. So, of course, they met, and they kissed and then probably they ripped each other's clothes off and piled into bed.
Well, Sybil reflected, she guessed she could understand. She would probably have done the same. She studied her naked legs in the full-length mirror behind the hotel-room door. Not wearing any panties she could see the neat definition of her pubic hair, even the folded lips of her almost virginal pussy. She loved the pink flesh. She parted the lips gently with her fingers and then, in deep thought, staring into her reflection in the long mirror, she began to stimulate her budding clitoris. It took only moments before her breathing began to come hard and she could feel a pressure building up in her youthful body.
Then, interrupting her fantasy, she suddenly heard the roar of a motorcycle, and it couldn't be any other but her brother's Honda. By now she knew almost every sound the big machine made.
Sybil jumped into her jeans, and then ran to the door and threw it open. Jeff was climbing the stairs.
"Hi there!" Sybil cried. "Good to see you, finally."
"I'm sorry, Sis. I was too lazy to get up and come home to you. You're not too pissed, are you?"
"I was a little," Sybil admitted. But to tell the truth, her keen disappointment was based not so much on his failure to return as it was in her having raised her hopes to a pinnacle of anticipated joy. She had planned for them to spend the evening together and the bottle of wine she'd bought for them to share (and hopefully get a bit tipsy) was to act as a catalyst. Drinking wine, she knew, always made her handsome brother loose and sexy. It also made Sybil sexy.
"Won't happen again, Sis," said Jeff. "What have you been doing, huh?"
"Sleepin'. And now I'm starvin' to death."
Jeff took his sister to a neighborhood restaurant where they enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast complete with hot cakes, sausages and eggs with good coffee.
During the meal they chatted. Jeff told her a bit about Andrea, the gang that called themselves the Scorpions and some gossip about back home Sybil wasn't aware of.
"That's all you did, Jeff?" Sybil giggled, averting her eyes.
"Well, just about," he said. "We had . a couple of beers, but lots of yakkin' and rappin'."
" ... nothing else?" she teased. She could see his face flushing. If anything, the blood racing up because of his obvious embarrassment made him appear even more handsome. His beautiful eyes were gleaming.
"None of your business, Miss Snooper!"
"Oh, c'mon, tell me. I'm old enough."
"Nope."
Jeff changed the subject with some difficulty and finally they were discussing the upcoming events of the day.
The decision was made for the two of them to visit the academy and, then, after a look-see around the town, they'd find a nice place for a picnic lunch in the woods on Long Island. Probably, Jeff suggested, they would be lucky and find a pleasant spot overlooking the ocean.
"Maybe we'll be even more lucky and find a spot where no one else has ever been, huh? Whatta you think, Jeff?"
* * *
Summerfield, Long island, the home of The Coast Academy for Young Women, was surprisingly crowded. The traffic in the small town was almost as busy as in New York. Jeff grew frustrated with the slow moving procession of cars and trucks. To his astonishment, the town was noisy. Earlier he'd visualized a calm, quiet, unruffled community.
Summer session was in full swing and it seemed to both Jeff and Sybil that the private academy probably had as many students as any larger college in the state. They knew that nearby, in Cramfield, was a boy's academy and this would account for the many couples they saw walking hand in hand, sitting on the campus or eating in the small college type restaurants.
Yes, students were everywhere: long-hairs, short-hairs and pretty girls with micro-minis and motorcycles, now and then a uniform. Sybil was wondering how she'd fit in with a group like this. There were many hippie types and she had no experience living and studying with people of this sort.
Together Jeff and Sybil explored the campus. There were many buildings, some old, some new. Pleasant parks were everywhere. The layout was indeed a wholesome setting.
When Sybil had seen enough it was she who decided they should go shopping for their picnic. Jeff agreed. On the Honda, they visited several stores and finally had the backpack loaded with goodies.
At a gas station they chatted amiably with an attendant. For a picnic he recommended a nearby park. He said it was just opened to the public and consisted mostly of undeveloped areas, but there were several soft drink stands along the road where beer could also be bought. He said the view was outstanding.
Back aboard the bike, Sybil hugged her brother. "This is like one of my dreams coming true," she shouted into his ear as the bike headed for the indicated park.
After half a dozen wrong turns, they finally found their way up the twisting road that fed into the park. There were signs all along the road, rest rooms, and soda stands with arrows pointing in different directions at different crossroads.
When they finally arrived at one cut off that said, "Ocean View", Jeff parked the bike in the deep woods. On foot, Jeff lugging the heavy backpack, they soon found a place to camp that was so isolated and with so perfect a view, it looked artificial. In the distance they could see the New York skyline. A ship sailing toward the distant horizon resembled a toy.
In one spot the sun was burning hot; in another, in 4 patch of tall trees, it was deliciously warm. Sybil selected this site and, obeying the rules printed boldly on signs along the road, Jeff built a small fire in a sandy area. Sybil unpacked and then they both relaxed on the blanket Jeff unstrapped from the rear of his motorcycle. Sybil got the wine and put the bottle between them. Both were using a nice flat stone for a pillow, their heads close together, the sea breezes washing over the faces looking up into the heavens above. It was so quiet, calm and as peaceful as only true nature can.be.
After sipping from the wine, both fell into their own silent mood. Sybil had unbuttoned several buttons on her blouse, spreading it open, and now she could feel the sun burning down on her half-exposed breasts. After a few moments her brother took off his shirt. He put this on the flat rock under his sister's head to make her more comfortable. As he lay back he took a deep breath. Whether or not Sybil was conscious of it, nearly all of her lovely breasts were visible. He said nothing to her.
In the soft silence to conducive to meditation, Jeff's thoughts flew back to the night before with Andrea.
She had seen him off this morning but with a promise that he return in the evening. He had laughed and said that if he had the strength to ride the bike back to the hotel, and if he could finally get some sleep and some rest from the violent exercise he'd had to endure all night long, he just might be able to make it. Andrea had laughed with him.
Jeff sipped from the bottle. Again his eyes roamed over his sister's silky breasts. He could easily see the pink, erect nipple on one of them. He had a sudden desire to bend his head and brush his lips over it, but he controlled himself. After all, he mustn't forget this was his sister Sybil, not Andrea!
He wondered just what Andrea was doing this very minute. Probably she was sleeping. She'd not had a wink all night, twisting and turning, her cunt churning, her breasts throbbing, her mouth and lips constantly busy, her fingers jerking, caressing, probing and exploring.
But then maybe she wasn't sleeping. She could be with her blessed Scorpions. Jeff couldn't make up his mind what to think about this gang. He still had a lot of questions, many things to be cleared up before the renewed relationship with Andrea could be thought of as secure. Was he going to be able to accept her status with the wild bike riders? How would he get along with the girls? The stories he'd heard about the females who travel with the Hell's Angel's often turned his stomach. They were invariably a bunch of unclean, smelly, ragged whores. He couldn't get it through his head that his own Andrea admitted to belonging to a gang like this. It blew his mind!
As for Sybil Leland, she was also deep in a reverie induced by the hot sun blasting down on her body. She felt all squirmy in her lower belly; and she knew now how terribly luxurious it was to be happy, to have a pleasant, untrammeled present and a future to look forward to. For a long time she had yearned to leave home to attend the academy and now that dream was very close to coming true.
Raising up on one elbow she glanced at her brother. His breathing was even. Her eyes traveled down his body, and she gasped. The bulge between his thighs was actually throbbing, beating. She could tell instantly that his cock was hardening. He must be having a dirty, sexy dream was her conclusion.
Turning on her side, now with her back toward her brother, Sybil tried to keep her thoughts away from her brother. It just wasn't right to think about such things ... especially not about Jeff ... her own brother.
A short while later, she heard Jeff stir, and then he was awake. She rolled over on her back, and their heads touched. He abruptly opened his eyes.
"Are you okay, Sis?"
"I'm fine, Jeff. Thank you."
"C'mon, honey, it's about time we have some chow." Jeff slugged from the now half-empty wine bottle.
An hour later they were back at the hotel. Jeff paid for another night. He saw his sister comfortably set up in her room with a book to read and something to nibble on before her favorite television show came on.
Then in his own room, he showered, shaved, and got ready to leave for Andrea's apartment.
When Sybil heard him leaving she called out, "Have a good time, honey!"
Jeff left hurriedly and Sybil lay for a long time on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She begrudged Andrea her brother's company, she realized that, but she tried not to let it get her down ... after a while she turned on the television set.
Chapter 6
When Jeff Leland arrived at Andrea's apartment, he locked up his Honda securely. Thinking of what was waiting for him upstairs, his cock was already hot and throbbing inside his tight jeans. The rhythm of the powerful Honda between his thighs and the image of his nearly naked sister still racing through his brain contributed nothing in the way of reducing his sexual drive!
He banged excitedly on the door. He was just about to knock on the door again when the door flew open. He gulped. It wasn't Andrea. He fumbled for words. The girl standing in the doorway was wearing a housecoat and her large breasts and the deep cleavage between them formed a dark valley that-set Jeff's brain on fire. She wore a bright smile. Her long hair was down to her narrow waist. Gad! What a body
"Oh, I'm sorry," Jeff blurted out. "I guess I've got the wrong place, huh?"
The girl smiled. She stepped back from the door.
"No," she replied. "You're okay. This is the right joint. Come on in. I'm Rhoda Wiggins, Andrea's roomie. She had to rush off for something. She asked me to wait here for you and to try- to keep you entertained until she returned. She's out with the gang. She told me she mentioned the Scorpions to you. You are Jeffrey Leland, aren't you?"
"Yes." Jeff entered. Now he understood. He was relieved.
"Yeah," said Rhoda, closing the door and carelessly letting the housecoat fly open, revealing fleshy white thighs high above the knee. "Andrea told me all about you, last night. Everything."
Jeff blushed. "Everything, huh?"
Rhoda winked and smiled. "It's all in the family. Don't worry none." She looked at him closely. "So c'mon in. Make yourself at home," she grinned pleasantly.
Jeff Leland felt like an idiot for being so easily embarrassed by her dress, but the redness remained in his cheeks.
"She'll be home soon? I mean, Andrea?" "Who knows?" was Rhoda's quick reply. "When she's off with Trigger, with the gang, you never know. Probably not."
"Trigger," said Jeff. "Is that the guy who's the big shot with the motorcycle gang"
"It's not just a motorcycle gang," Rhoda corrected. She sat down across from him in a chair. She made no effort to close the flaps of her housecoat. Now her legs and her full, voluptuous breasts were almost completely exposed. She gave Jeff the impression she either wasn't aware of it, or she just didn't give a damn that a perfect stranger could see almost everything she owned.
"The Scorpions, " Rhoda went on, "well, we've got the best bunch of guys and gals around. You'd have to look a long time to find a greater bunch."
"I guess you're one of the Scorpions, too?"
"Yeah, Andrea and I joined and were initiated the same day. We go all over with the gang. It's just the biggest thing in our lives."
- "What do you do with these guys? I mean, Rhoda, is it just all fun and games or are you serious about one another?" Jeff wanted to know. He was concerned about this, about Andrea's part in the gang.
Rhoda laughed. She crossed her long, naked legs. Jeff could see her sparse patch of pussy hair with no trouble.
She laughed again: "Andrea was right, huh? You still have a bit of the smalltown boy in you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't get uptight," the girl admonished. "I wasn't being nasty. I think it's cute, the smalltown bit. I'm from one myself." She didn't mention the name. He never would have heard of it.
"So, okay," said Jeff. "You don't know when she's coming back?" He sat down. "Did she tell you I should wait?" He felt uneasy. As he sat quietly waiting for her to answer he had certain misgivings about being in the presence of Andrea's roommate when she was so scantily dressed. But his embarrassment was lessening.
"Andrea didn't say how late, but just that I'm supposed to make you happy while we wait together. You want something to drink? We got booze, beer, wine. Name it!"
Rhoda leaned forward. As she did, the folds of the housecoat blossomed open. Now her luscious breasts were totally exposed. She had large deep-brown nipples. They were hard, erect.
"I'll take a beer," he said. He had to gulp when Rhoda stood up and her housecoat almost fell from her body.
"No trouble, honey." She vanished into the kitchen, her heavy rounded buttocks wiggling suggestively and obviously naked under the clinging housecoat.
Jeff swore under his breath. He wondered just how long he'd be able to stand it alone with this sexy creature before his cock would leap out of his jeans. He told himself seriously that under no circumstances could he lose his self-control. Rhoda was Andrea's roommate and probably she herself didn't realize how sexy she was acting. He couldn't try to put the-make on her. It'd probably damage or even destroy his relationship with Andrea. He pressed his lengthening cock hard against the inside of his thigh and changed his thought pattern into another gear as he waited for her to return..
When Rhoda re-entered the room she had brushed out her long blonde hair. Now it cascaded over her shoulders. She'd also put on lipstick; and he could smell a musky perfume. She handed him a beer and a clean glass. In her other hand she carried a glass with ice and some amber liquid in it. "Whiskey... for me," she said. "I .hate beer."
She sat down on the couch opposite him. But this time she made no effort at all to keep the housecoat around her stunning body. She smiled when she caught his eyes. They'd been marauding all over her exposed nakedness.
"You like what you see, honey?"
Jeff stumbled and choked on his beer. Then he stuttered. "Yes ... yes. Very much. You've got a million-dollar shape."
"Glad you like it, honey. The guys in the gang go zap when I strip for them. Wanna see?"
Without ,waiting for an answer, Rhoda Wiggins slipped out of the housecoat. She was stark naked. She spun around, cupping her heavy breasts. She caressed her large, fleshy buttocks when her back was turned. She let her fingers flutter between her parted thighs. She wet her lips and watched him avidly, her eyes prying between his jeans. On one final, whirling spin, her captivating breasts swaying and jiggling, bouncing lasciviously on her chest, her tongue licking her lips and darting in and out between them, she caught just a momentary glimpse of his pounding erection. It looked gigantic to Rhoda. She had to have it. She adored hard cocks!
There was a hush in the room when she stopped and stood with her naked legs parted, her hands on her hips, one of the most seductive smiles on her moistened lips Jeff had ever seen.
"You're hot for me, huh, baby?"
Jeff winced even though he didn't mean to.
"Your prick's about ready to burst, huh, baby? I love it. I love cocks. Any kind. All kinds," she said, licking her lips again, her hands again cupping her breasts, tracing imaginary lines down her belly, one finger dipping up into her open pussy lips.
Jeff was wide-eyed. He sill didn't know what to do. "What if Andrea should come back ... what would she think?"
Rhoda looked at him. Then she laughed. "You gotta be fooling," she said. "Andrea. Hell! Shit, she'd be standing in the doorway clapping, stripping herself for some action, honey. Aw, c'mon, stand up. Lemme have a looksee at that beautiful cock. Andrea says it's a real honey of a cock! She said she couldn't get enough of it!"
Jeff had to agree with Rhoda.
"C'mon," Rhoda urged, swinging her body, gyrating her hips, rotating her pelvis, doing gently then more thrustful burlesque bumps and grinds. "Let's have some fun, honey. I'm so goddamned horny I'm goin'a blow up m'self," she drawled in a Southern accent.
Jeff didn't move. He was studying her enormous breasts. They drew his eyes like magnets, two soft but firm mounds perfectly formed, spheres of warm, satiny flesh, twin bulging peaks that stood out so seductively.
Rhoda was short, not more than five feet. Her small stature made her breasts seem much larger and her narrow -waist accented her breasts. He was fascinated by her smooth belly, so flat; and down lower, a rich thickness of curly blonde pussy hair. Jeff was stuttering again. "Hell, Rhoda, I like you, but Andrea ... we ... we can't ... can we?"
"The hell we can't, baby!" Rhoda shouted. She rushed closer to him. She pushed him back onto the couch. -He'd started to rise. This was the same couch he'd fucked his lovely Andrea on not twelve hours earlier. Jeff could still smell Andrea's sexy perfume, the musky aroma of her pouting cunt ... Feebly, he lifted one hand to protest, but he knew Rhoda would have none of it.
He gave up trying to resist her tempting body. He made no vigorous objections when her lithe fingers unzipped his pants. She pulled them down to his ankles. On her knees she took off his shoes, dragged off his jeans.
Next came his shirt, then his shorts. As his stiff cock leaped up, she caressed it tenderly, her cool fingers gripping his burning cock.
She bent her head. She wet her lips, then she kissed the swollen tip of his cock. A tiny jewel of seminal fluid bubbled at the tip of his cock opening. Rhoda licked it with her eyes gleaming up into his.
The blonde-haired girl sat down on the floor in front of him. Then she leaned over and took his cock deep down her throat. She sucked it, pumping her head , up and down. Her one hand squeezed his heavy balls. The fingers on her other hand scraped over his naked body, up to his hairy chest, around to his back, down over his buttocks.
Then she squatted over his cock after pushing him back on the couch. With a grin, her eyes deep in his, she spread open her lush pussy lips. Then she guided his pounding tool up into her searingly famished cunt.
Jeff gulped. Now his throbbing,prick was buried deep up inside the strange girl's fiery cunt. Rhoda began fucking up and down, bouncing on his stabbing penis. She was snorting and groaning, her eyes wide, her lips parted. The entire length of Jeff's weapon was now completely up inside her quivering body. Her heavy breasts were bouncing in a rhythm all their own as she pumped up and down, her arms out straight as if she were walking a tight rope instead of being impaled on a turgid cock that made her churning cunt turn to jelly. "Oh God, baby... ohooooo, God! Fuck. Fuck me ... oh, yesssssss. Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck!"
Chapter 7
Once her brother roared off on his big Honda, Sybil began to grow restless. She didn't enjoy the TV show she'd been anticipating. She twirled the dial but found nothing diverting enough. She felt unusually restless and couldn't do anything about it.
After dressing she opened the window. The cool air slapped her across the face. It invigorated her.
Damn Jeff, she told herself. Why did he have all the fun? Here she literally. had to sit around and wait for him. Some trip this was going to be ... for her at least. Jeff had no complaints. For a long moment she really envied Andrea Douglas.
She watched a steady stream of autos passing the hotel. These were loaded with people flowing into the city from the outskirts. Other loaded cars were passing by on their way to New Jersey and the different entertainments to be offered there.
Then each time a bus would shoot by noisily, she would find herself becoming more anxious, more lonely. "Damn Jeff," she said aloud. Right this second he was probably stripped, in bed with the lovely sexy Andrea.
Sybil looked around the hotel room. No. She wouldn't sit and watch TV. If Jeff were free to do what he wanted, so was she! She decided to go out by herself.
Now excited at the thought of seeing the big city at night, Sybil pulled on her jacket. She wrote her brother a short note. She locked the door behind her.
At the corner, she waited at the bus stop. When the first vehicle stopped, she jumped aboard. She didn't give, a damn where it was headed. She sat down in the back. There was almost no one on the bus. She pretended it was her own private limousine and she was out to see the sights.
Some while later the driver was in downtown New York. Bright lights, gaudy neon signs flashing, noise and many singles and couples on the wide and narrow streets. This was living!
Sybil guessed it might be time to decide where to get off in the totally strange city. She shifted her seat up to behind the young driver. She waited to interrupt him, obeying the sign not to speak when the bus was in motion.
"Hi," she smiled, a very pleasing smile, and Sybil knew how potent it was, "I'm just here for a day or so. You got any ideas where there's lots going on ... you know, some fun?" She held her breath. She'd never taken the initiative like this before with a strange and really handsome young man.
"Yes, Miss," he replied politely, remembering the company's rules about fraternizing with passengers, "Greenwich Village is your place." He nodded to the right. He handed her a transfer. "Use this on the bus following me after I let you off." On the next bus, she got off where the. driver had indicated. She saw that most of the night time crowd had yet to arrive. But she was fascinated with the neighborhood bordering on Washington Square. She got out.
The sidewalks were lined with bars and bookstores. At some of the bars, there were lurid photographs of the girls working inside which were contained in protective glass cages. Each photo was demurely doctored with stick-on stars or dots to cover the nipples, but it was obvious that inside they offered the real thing. She had a great desire to go in one or the other, but she knew she'd be shooed out instantly. Sybil looked even younger than her 18 years.
She took her time sightseeing, peering into shop windows, listening to the hawkers selling the topless bars.
She stopped at an outdoor restaurant. Its many tables were crowded with people. She debated having an ice cream and then decided not to. She could spend her money on something else ... but what, she had no idea.
She continued walking. She watched different groups of people, old, young, even kids. Pausing again to gape at a photograph of a highly 'touted topless dancer, her ear caught a soft, honeyed voice. She turned.
"How about a Village Voice?" she was asked. Sybil turned to see a girl with blonde hair about her own age. She was very pretty but very hippie. She held a stack of underground newspapers. She was full of smiles and very friendly.
"Don't cost much," said the young girl.
Sybil returned her smile. "Okay, I'll take one."
The young girl thanked her. Then she started to walk away, her soft, melodious voice calling out her wears.
Sybil reached out her hand. She touched the girl's shoulder., "Just a second," she said. "I'd like to ask you something... oh, if you don't mind?"
The girl listened. Sybil explained she wanted to find a place for young people.
"That's easy," said the pretty girl. "You're looking for a good time, huh? Look," she continued, "If you give me a hand selling these papers, I'll take you to a party later. It's in the East Village, some good pals of mine. A blast in an apartment. It'll be far out!"
Sybil hesitated. "Oh, well, I'm not so sure. I'm sorta ... sort of ... "
"Oh, I understand, honey, but you help me out, I'll help you out. There's really nothing doing in the city tonight. If there was, I'd sure know about it. And, besides," she went on, her eyes roaming Sybil's youthful body approvingly, "You'll be glad to break loose, you know, let your hair down..."
Sybil questioned how this stranger could accurately gauge her thinking. This was precisely what she was looking for... a place, safe, where she could let her hair down, dance, maybe some other things.
"Okay, sure," Sybil brightened. "I'd be happy to /help you out. Sure thing!"
The girl was obviously pleased. "Okay, listen. You take these -papers. You just stand right here. You yell out what I was yelling, okay? The tourists buy them. They're looking for something sexy, erotic, dirty to take back home with them."
"Are they really sexy, the papers?" A sudden thrill shot through Sybil at the- girl's words. Across the street photographs of topless dancers seemed to come alive.
"No. Of course not. It's just the idea of underground. All the puritans think the underground is a cesspool of sex." She handed her stack to Sybil. "Okay, honey, you sell these. I'll be back for you in an hour. I promise."
"What's your name?" Sybil asked as the strange girl started off.
"Who me? Oh, I'm sorry, honey. Name's Alison... Alison Webber. They call me Ally. What's yours?"
Sybil told her and then the girl vanished into the ever-growing crowd of tourists, hippies, -drunks and others on the sidewalk.
As Sybil walked up and down selling a paper now and then, she kept telling herself not to be afraid. This was one of her problems. She had to admit it. And, it had to ... it was going to be changed. Why shouldn't she trust Alison Webber? The girl was clean, her teeth were nice. Her long blonde hair was freshly washed.
She shook the negative thoughts from her head and concentrated on selling the newpapaper. In less than an hour Sybil was sold out. She went to a bookstore on the corner. From here she could watch for Alison's return at the spot the girl had left her.
When Alison finally showed up, she was bright with smiles at the fact that Sybil had sold all her papers. She counted the money Sybil gave her and they divided it. "We'll have enough for a big feast of fish 'n chips," she smiled. "That's when we get to the East Village."
Together, hand in hand, they started off. On the way to the street leading across town, Alison explained the East Village, the apartments and cold-water flats where "all the real people live". Sybil's eyes were wide with excitement as she listened.
"We taking a bus?" Sybil asked.
"Hell no, baby. We're gonna walk." They started off at a fast pace and were off, bound for the East Village and romance and whatever else the wide beautiful world had to offer as far as Sybil Leland was concerned.
At a seafood restaurant on Second Avenue, they stopped.
They gave their order in the restaurant.
"Where do you live, Alison?" Sybil wanted to know.
" Here in the East Village," was the reply. "Where else?"
Sybil explained about her upcoming year in the girls' academy, and Alison wished her good luck. She explained that before the man she'd been living with had to beat it out of the country to avoid being drafted to Vietnam, that she'd been in school.
"Your old man. You got married pretty young, huh?"
Alison laughed at her new friend.
"Don't be an idiot," she said. "Marry? Only fools do that! Hell no! I just lived with him for a few years."
"I'm sorry," said Sybil. "I'm just a hick kid from the farm. I didn't mean to pry."
Alison Weber laughed again. She caressed Sybil's shoulder.
"Baby," she said smiling, "if you don't ask, you never learn. C'mon, let's get up to the party."
Chapter 8
Jeff Leland was quelling the -intense pressure in his loins as best he could. But when he heard a loud snort come out of his mouth, he knew and felt the burning liquid churning in his balls come racing the length of his throbbing cock, spurting straight up into Rhoda's shimmering cunt.
Rhoda moaned as the fluid shot into her ravenous channel. She collapsed forward across Jeff's body. Her huge breasts smashed against his chest. His once immensely erect tool was now softening, but it remained in Rhoda's smoldering grip. And he could feel the, oozing flow of Rhoda's own hot juices mixing with his and trickling over his undulating testicles.
"Oh, darling, that was swell!" Rhoda murmured in his ear, nibbling on it. "I thought you'd never explode.
Jeff wanted to answer but all he could offer was a gasp for more air.
Rhoda then crawled off. His limp, rubbery cock slipped from her sheath with a loud obscene but luscious sucking noise. She climbed to her feet. Her entire naked body was wet with sweat. She reached for her housecoat. Jeff stared. He had never really seen anything quite as beautiful, ravishing was the word.
All of a sudden he felt his heart pound!
A key was turning in the locked front door! Oh, God! It had to be Andrea! Jeff wished he could vanish!
He leaped up, scrambling for his clothes, but he was too late. He thought to make a frantic dash but too late again. The room was suddenly bathed in light. He was caught dead! He stood quietly, feeling like a prisoner about to be shot.
"Boy oh boy, do you ever look silly," said Andrea. Hands on hips, she stared at him. "If I had a camera now and took your picture, I could sell it for a fortune," she laughed.
Jeff was astonished. Andrea had laughed. She wasn't angry. Apparently she wasn't even upset.
"You ... you don't mind, Andrea?" He felt extremely Self-conscious, his jeans now up to his knees, his left arm in the right arm hole of the shirt.-"You're not mad?"
"So why? Am I supposed to be mad at something, Jeff? Tell me, what's wrong with my roommie having a piece of ass. We share and share alike around this house." She laughed gaily, tossing her long black hair.
Jeff couldn't believe his ears. Back in Vermont, things like this never happened. This definitely was not the same girl from back home ... the one he'd planned to spend the rest of his life with. God, how Andrea had changed. It.was mind boggling!
He sat down cautiously. Should he pull up his pants or what? He saw Andrea through blurred eyes. She was stripping! She slipped off her panties.
"So how's about me, Jeff, my lover? You save any of that beautiful cock far little Andrea?"
She came toward him and threw her arms tightly around his neck. She pressed her warm body close to his. She craned her neck upward to press her lips on his. Her sweet tongue slithered wetly into his mouth. -_ -
"Let's hit the bed, honey, baby," she purred. "We can have ourselves a far out party, whatta you say, baby?"
Jeff looked completely shocked.
"You mean... ?'
44 Hell yes! Why not, huh, baby? You and me and Rhoda. She digs threesomes. Me too. I, eat it up!"
Andrea was serious, Jeff realized. He was literally flabbergasted. The three of them in one bed? Oh Wow!? She was standing in front of him, swaying, her breasts jiggling warmly. He found himself staring hungrily at her nakedly exposed cunt. She was slowly grinding her hips, rotating them obscenely
Taking his hand (it was trembling) Andrea pulled him into the bedroom. Rhoda came up from in back. She slapped Jeff's naked buttocks. Then, to his dismay, he felt one of her fingers slipping obscenely between his ass-cheeks.
Andrea lay down on the bed on her back. She threw open her milky white thighs. Her youthful cunt never looked more delectable, more appetizing. Her pink, wet cunt lips were glistening. When Andrea caught Rhoda's eye staring at the tiny droplets of juice on the curly hairs, she winked. Rhoda understood. Her own cunt was always soaking wet after a scene in the Scorpions' pad.
Reluctantly and willingly at the same time, a vascillating emotion he failed to understand, Jeff got on the bed. Andrea reached for him. She pulled him down bodily beside her. In an instant, faster than Jeff had imagined possible, Andrea's rosy lips closed around his already stiff cock. Jeff relaxed. He just let it happen. It was all so strange ... like some kind of fantastic dream. .
Inside Andrea's hot sucking mouth, Jeff's burgeoning cock grew larger, fatter and hornier. Andrea was swallowing its entire length, gulping on it as she licked and sucked, slurping and coating his penis with her slippery saliva.
He raised his head and looked down. God! It wasn't Andrea! But yes! It was. It was also Rhoda! Two sucking mouths on his rigid cock, one taking its full stiff length down her throat, then the two of them kissing, then the other sucking his cock into her hot mouth. It was simply fantastic.
It was the most lascivious act he'd ever witnessed. It was evil, and forbidden, but it was also heaven on earth all at once!
Andrea's body changed position suddenly. Through half-lidded eyes, with Rhoda furiously sucking his near-bursting cock, he saw Andrea standing over his head. Now she was squatting down over his face. her eyes beaming into his as he looked up at her lovely breasts so firm and exciting. Gently, Andrea lowered her glistening cunt right over Jeff's face. When his tongue stabbed up into it, she began grinding and weaving, writhing on his wet face as his -tongue penetrated, as her cunt massaged his nose and mouth.
Jeff sucked her delicious pussy hungrily. His tongue snaked in and out to probe her clitoris and her streaming cunt lips. Andrea was moaning and grunting as she rocked back and forth, grinding more and more intensely as she almost suffocated Jeff with her moistly heated cunt.
Suddenly Andrea raised up. Her cunt was literally dripping and her smooth thighs were soaking wet. Her sparse pussy hairs were matted.
She slipped down.
"Fuck my cunt with your cock, baby. Fuck me hard!"
Andrea lay alongside him. She spread her thighs wide. Jeff mounted her, then pushed his throbbing cock up into her aching cunt. It slithered in without any trouble. He began to pump his hard shaft up into Andrea's quivering pussy.
Looking down, he saw Rhoda's bobbing head. She was kissing his buttocks, fondling his ass-cheeks with one hand. With her other she was fingering Andrea's juicy cunt as Jeff's huge cock ploughed lewdly in and out of it.
Chapter 9
The cold-water flat in the East Village had been transformed into a -palace. The living room was as long as a basketball court, and crowded with people of every description.
"How do you dig. it?" asked a smiling Alison.
"I really dig it," Sybil Leland answered. She'd never imagined anything like it. She couldn't keep from looking around. "God, so many people, huh?"
Loud music was blasting. Alison had to scream so Sybil could hear her. "This isn't where my friends live... if I can find one of them in this mob," she laughed. "This isn't their flat. They have a much smaller one. It's up the street. Hey, you mingle, okay, and I'll try to find them. They'll turn you on!" With this she vanished into the crowd.
Sybil tried to scream out over the booming music - what about if they lost each other - but she gave it up.
Sybil walked around the huge room. The music was coming from the rear. She wanted to take a look. She thought it might be a recording but when she found the source, it was a five piece group with electric guitars, snare drums and an alto saxophone.
Most of the boys at the party were long hairs. All the girls seemed to be hippies. Back at home in Vermont, you never saw a sight like this. One girl was dancing in her brassiere and panties. Another was topless. Two boys were dancing and hugging, their arms around each other tightly. Nobody seemed to be noticing anybody else.
Sybil felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned.
"How you like the music, baby?"
He was a tall, heavy-set man. You could call him fat. He wore horn-rimmed glasses. He had a heavy black beard. His eyes were nice, Sybil thought. She didn't like the beard.
"Oh, fine. I like it fine," she smiled.
"My name's Ronald Wolfe, but I'm not a wolf," he said lightly.
"Back home they call me Sybby," the red-haired teenager replied. Then she told Ronald her whole name. He repeated it. "I saw you were alone. Maybe you'd like my company," he said. "I'm new on the scene. Don't know anyone hardly yet."
Sybil slowed down. What was there to be afraid of? She told him she was from out of town also. They chatted. Then Wolfe asked her to join him in a drink. Sybil said she was waiting for her friend, Alison, and Ronald said he'd recognize her when she came back. He said he'd seen her before.
Sybil was going to refuse the drink but then she rationalized. She'd come for fun. Damn it, she was going to have some! Back in the city she damned well knew her brother was getting his share. She found herself trembling and didn't understand.
"Sure ... sure, I'd love a drink. Wine, huh? I don't take anything else stronger. I'm still a kid, I guess."
"Follow me," said Ronald Wolfe. He led the way. "There's another flat set up for drinking across the hall," he said. "There's also food. And if you want to turn on, smoke, whatever, there's enough of that, too." He turned. "Do you smoke, maybe?" His eyes grinned through his horn-rimmed glasses.
Sybil was confused. Smoke? "What do you mean?" she damned well knew he didn't mean smoke cigarettes. His strange grin meant something else. Gosh, was she naive!
Wolfe laughed. He grunted, shrugged. "If you don't know, it won't hurt you, baby." He took her hand. "You follow me, honey. I'll lead you to the goodies!"
In the other flat, Wolfe led the young Sybil to a private room at the rear. He poured some wine, then made up a fat joint for them to smoke together. This was Sybil's first try at marijuana and she coughed, choked, made faces and thought she'd die; but after several deep drags she began to drift off and relax.
She lay, her breasts heaving, on a built-in sofa bunk. She could hear the music. It didn't seem half as loud and much slower. Lights from across the street flickered through the window.
"Come on, live it up," Ronald urged, almost forcing her to drag deeply again on the burning joint. Sybil did and her mind began to reel.
She wanted to get up and go seek out Alison Webber but although the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak.
"Good grass, huh, Sybil?" the heavy-set man asked. His eyes were burning into her breasts. Sybil could feel them prying between her half-open thighs as she lay back on the couch. She.felt as if she were in some murky oriental opium den.
She closed her eyes now and then. Once . when she opened them, she gasped! Ronald Wolfe was stark naked! His paunchy belly, his sagging flesh, his dangling cock, the black hair around his hanging balls - all startled her. She heard herself giggling hysterically. She was suddenly shivering. The sight of Ronald Wolfe naked was revolting ... but she also found herself fascinated. When he started to approach and Sybil guessed what he planned, she felt terrified. No, she screamed, no no no! But no sound came from her parted lips. The drug held her prisoner.
Wolfe knelt between her legs. He began to drag her jeans down. He raised up her blouse, exposing her lovely ripe breasts. He fondled and stroked them. Sybil tried to fight him off but it was a losing battle. She knew it. She hated herself for being unable to resist his grimy hands as they touched her silky flesh.
"Don't make me ... don't ... please don't," Sybil pleaded. Her voice sounded as if it belonged to another. The music from the other flat seemed to rise and fall like an ocean tide. Her eyelids kept fluttering and she found she couldn't control them.
Now he had her jeans off. She was naked from the waist down. He clawed her bare thighs, her buttocks. He slipped his hands under her behind, lifting her up and spreading her . thighs wide apart. Sybil's virgin cunt was totally exposed, her tender pussy lips parting as he spread her thighs wider.
His cruel eyes showed no chance of escape for her; they were lustful, cruel and unyielding. Suddenly his thick fleshy arms enveloped her and his lips engulfed hers voraciously, sucking them into his mouth. She hated him. She was so dizzy from the narcotic, she couldn't fight him off although she was squirming and twisting, punching at his head and his beefy shoulders. His tongue seemed to fill her mouth, brushing wetly all around inside: She was nearly overcome with the noxious smell of his immense sweating bulk. His body seemed to flow around her, bulging here, receding there, completely entrapping her.
"No, no ... I won't ... You can't make me," she protested. "Let me out of here this minute!"
She struggled furiously but he moved her with him across the room as if they were one body, seeming to flow fluidly with her feeble struggles so that she had nothing to fight against. She felt a great, frenzied fear in her belly, and her body and limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. The dizziness was worse; the room was spinning wildly.
She found the ceiling was straight ahead. It couldn't be true. It seemed to be coming down to meet her like two unattached orbs floating in the dark night. She struggled vaguely, turning her face away. There was a crushing weight on her and her blouse and her tight brassiere were being ripped away as if by some unseen mechanical hand.
His huge body seemed to flow completely over her, to cover her in a smashing wave of perspiring flesh. His hands were everywhere, on her face, sliding over her nakedly exposed young breasts, down between the insides of her firm white thighs. She screamed as there was suddenly a deep, ramming entry as if a thick pole had been jabbed into her body. She gasped and jerked away, but it followed her, and the wet mouth came back on hers, nibbling at her tender lips and her tongue, and the red-hot poker was suddenly up in her, pistoning between her open thighs and on into her defenseless cunt so that it seemed in flames and her whole lower body seemed to be split apart.
The next thing Sybil realized was that she was sobbing, then crying frantically as the huge body pounded on top of hers, his cock stabbing cruelly up inside her tender cunt, his fingers gripping her buttocks like steel claws. The room began to go round and round and finally, exhausted, her brain as numb as her body, she slipped off into a nightmare, an ugly dream of being buried alive!
* * *
It was later when Sybil surfaced to consciousness. She could hear the party still going strong. She was aware her naked breasts were being stroked. A great hot weight, lay on top of her. She didn't know where she was at first. Her head ached something horrible. Her vagina felt as if it were on fire. It was terribly sore.
Without moving she lowered her eyes. She saw the fat fleshy hand. Then suddenly it came back to her! She'd lost her virginity! This beast had stolen it!
When Ronald Wolfe saw she'd come to, he shoved a glass of cheap wine into her hand. "Drink this, you'll feel better, baby."
Sybil took the glass and drank the contents, gagging, but in minutes she began to feel a little better. Every move she made, however, was painful. She couldn't believe how sore her vagina and her breasts were from his chewing on them, from his reaming her vagina like a man gone berserk!
Abruptly the fat man spoke: "You're my first virgin, baby. Whatta cunt you got. Whatta fighter you are, Christ!"
Sybil ignored him. She was plotting how to escape now that her head was relatively clear. She spotted her ripped off clothing. If she moved fast whenever he turned his back she felt certain she could get out of this place.
But when he sat on the bed beside her, she gave up her plan. His body pressed very close to her. His lips took a nibble from the nape of her neck. Sybil lay still, uncooperative.
She felt his hand squeeze between her thighs. It no longer shocked or revolted her. Neither did his obscene touching please her. His fingers caressed the burning lips of her vagina. Finally they entered and began to stroke the wet walls of her still contracting slit. And as he did this, being more gentle than before, Sybil had to admit it wasn't all that awful. Yes, she was getting some enjoyment finally.
Wolfe's rigid penis was now poking and prodding between her thighs, seeking her ravaged cunt. .
"Please ... please, not again! I couldn't take it. I'm bleeding. Can't you realize that?"
He ignored her complaining. He moved the knob of his stiffening cock until it found the inflamed ring of the young red-haired girl's moist cunt. She groaned as it moved slowly inside her slippery hole.
And the moment he stabbed it in up to the hilt he began to snort and moan in a frenzy of passion.
His breath came up from his belly in raking gasps. He skewered her furiously with his shaft, burrowing completely up into her cunt. She was screaming in agony.
But her cries fell on deaf ears. With his hands curving around her hips so that his fingers bit into the firm flesh of her abdomen, he crushed his huge, sweating body against hers. His lust-swollen cock stabbed in and out of her cunt with a vigorous series of crashing thrusts. Sybil kept moaning, crying out, screaming for help but to no avail. She felt like a pig impaled on a sword.
Wolfe's thighs were hairy, and rasped along the sensitive undersides of her defenseless buttocks. He pummeled into her with great force, seeming to fill the whole of her belly with his powerful tool.
Sometimes he hurt her even more with sudden, sharp jolts as he snapped his heavy loins, gripping her flesh until the agony of his piercing fingernails seemed worse than his pounding cock. Her assaulter was behaving like a maniac, a madman as he smashed his heavy body against her frail, helpless one.
More than once she heard the brute gasping for breath. His fingers dug deeper into her soft, tender flesh. She felt an extra pressure against her hips, then his fingers beginning to pull and guide her until she was moving up onto her knees. His rock-hard cock was still firmly embedded up inside her tight channel. He tugged and yanked until she moved with his rhythm. This degrading position, Sybil up on her knees, her buttocks so obscenely displayed along with her gaping pussy-lips now dribbling hot fluid, turned her stomach. She couldn't believe she was being fucked this terrible way - but neither could she completely deny the sensations now beginning to roar throughout her shaking body.
When abruptly he slithered close between her widespread thighs, pushing them apart even more with his knees, he squirmed his ravaging cock right up, deeper, up to the very hilt. Now that she was spread out this way, he seemed to invade her even deeper, splitting her tortured body in half, forcing agonizing gasp after gasp from her panting lips.
Sybil's back began to ache from the constant pressure of his hands around her waist, bending her waist down so that her young buttocks were raised high up in the air.
The distraught red-haired teenager felt totally helpless and totally abused. Her loins tingled and contracted, a thousand red-hot daggers stabbing and electrifying her body.
He buffeted her ass-cheeks with steady bruising force. She could hear his muffled moaning. She felt herself also on fire from his pounding cock, and she was unable to complain, only to cough and cry out in a welling fury of, ecstatic passion. Sybil, despite herself, was actually feeling aroused.
Wolfe was now squirming and skewering her with increased pressure, bringing cry after cry out of her parted lips. He seemed to be growing larger and larger up inside her churning cunt. Her breasts were heaving and swaying .beneath her as she discovered herself writhing rhythmically on the end of his punishing shaft, swaying in time with his deep, steady thrusts.
Sybil was now incredibly sore but also afire with a great passionate pressure slowly building up to explode, a liquid screaming pressure deep in her loins that ached to be free. She couldn't think of anything but the agonizingly sweet buildup inside her body. Somehow she'd never thought it would happen this way to her.
The buildup grew into a great, ever-expanding bubble that was swelling up to several times its size. She screamed loudly. She heard herself yelling, shouting. Blood rushed to her head and she was screaming again and again. Hot tears of fright and pain, of ecstasy and passion and then of shuddering relief streamed down her cheeks.
"Oh God... Oh God!" she cried.
Then the helpless girl began to calm down. Although she was still trembling and shaking like a leaf, she began to feel new and different sensations as he continued stuffing his thick, fat penis up inside her already soaking cunt. Wolfe fucked her virgin cunt with unrelenting fury, wheezing between his- teeth, practically hurling her onto the floor with every powerful forward thrust.
Now Sybil's briefly forgotten -soreness was returning. It was worse then before. Her vagina felt as if it had been sliced with a knife in a dozen places. She gritted her teeth. She wondered how much longer she could take this grueling punishment. Then, finally, she heard him muttering, cursing, and then screaming like a madman!
"Your cunt's ... it's so tight, baby ... ooooooooh." Then came a choking sound, more muttering that grew into a steady babble of moaning, groaning agony. It rose in crescendo to a gasping howl and exploded.
Sybil braced her body under his powerful thrusts. She felt nothing in her tautly stretched vagina except that his thrusting was slowing down to grinding heaves; and she sensed rather than knew he was again emptying his foul, seething load of semen inside her belly, filling her with his life-giving sperm. Quick flashes of what might be happening raced through her brain; of how she might get pregnant. But there was nothing she could do. After his explosion, he lay on top of her body for a long while, heaving, hugging her, kissing her neck and back and squeezing her breasts painfully.
"What if I get pregnant?"
"Shut up! No cunt gets pregnant from me. I'm fixed."
Sybil didn't reply but she felt relieved. She had to believe him, the way he said it.
After a few minutes he got off her. She got up and wiped off the sticky semen from her thighs. She began to pick up her clothing. He sat watching on the edge of the bed.
"1'm going."
"Like hell you are, kid. You ain't goin' no place."
Sybil stared at him. He raised his fist threateningly. Sybil ignored him. She turned her back. She started to pull on her jeans. Wolfe leaped off the bed. He knocked her off her feet. He kicked her. He grabbed her jeans and heaved them across the room.
Still she got up and again went for her blouse.
Ronald Wolfe stood above her, leaning, leering at her. "Bitch! C'mere!" he spat. "Get the fuck over here!"
A courage-giving shot of adrenalin suddenly flooded Sybil's veins. She raced across the room like a maddened animal. Her nails ripped his face. Her hand lashed across his eyes. Wolfe was caught by surprise. For a long moment he made no effort to defend himself. He wasn't used to girls with so much courage. He put up his hand to defend himself, but she bit it with every ounce of strength she could summon up.
Sybil tasted the tanginess of his blood as her teeth dug deeply into his flesh. Wolfe cried out in pain. He rolled off the bed. His body crumpled up on the floor as his weight threw him off balance.
Sybil suddenly remembered what she'd once heard to do in situations like this ... the one blow any frail young girl could administer and bring her attacker to his knees.
With her bare foot she struck out at his balls dangling unprotected, under his thick, heavy, dangling penis. He failed to anticipate her aim and he doubled over in pain. His bulging eyes were ice cold. He straightened up, holding his aching testicles when Sybil, furious that he'd recovered, struck again with all her strength! But she didn't take into account she might miss. She did!
Ronald Wolfe grabbed her. "You're gonna pay for that, you fuckin' cunt !"
With a blow that almost knocked the young girl unconscious, Wolfe dragged her down on the floor. He slapped her naked buttocks until they were crimson. He pinched them. He bit them and drew blood, while Sybil was squirming, struggling and writhing on the rough hewn floor, scratching her breasts, hurting her knees as she endured the terrifying punishment.
Wolfe rolled her over as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then he began to slap her face with the back of his hand. "This'll teach you to kick, you fuckin' bitch!"
Sybil's pain was excruciating. "Oh God ... Oh God," she kept moaning, tears flooding from her eyes as he continued to thrash, her with one hand while his other dug viciously into her flesh. The blows across her face were slashing, stinging, and they fell fast and furiously until Sybil was tasting her own blood inside her tortured mouth.
"You're an animal," she hissed, but he paid no attention. He leaped up and grabbed his belt from his dungarees. He began to whip her like a man gone mad. Then when she fell to her knees, he pushed her back and opened her thighs. Kneeling between them, he plopped his heavy body on top of hers. Wtih no ceremony, he pushed his now rigid cock up between her thighs once more, crushing her painfully as he bent over her. Sybil began to sob once again as his punishing shaft burrowed up and up into her anguished slit. He gave a panting, mirthless gasping chuckle as he began to fuck her ravished cunt with a vengeance he'd never thought himself possible of wreaking.
Chapter 10
Sybil Leland's recovering from her vicious rape and loss of her virginity, the healing of the bruises on her tender breasts and buttocks and the raw soreness inside her tortured cunt took less time than the young girl had dared to hope.
After fleeing from the East Village, she took a taxi back to the motel. She spent more than two hours in a hot tub with healing salts she'd bought in an all-night drugstore in the city. Then she slept the sleep of the dead until noon the following day. When she awakened every bone and every muscle still ached but she was well on her way to feeling better as the time passed.
Her brother didn't return to the hotel until the middle of the afternoon. When she heard the roar of the big Honda parking out front, she quickly swallowed two more aspirin to ease the throbbing headache, all that remained to remind her of the horrible night before with the bearded beast. She despised and detested him with every fiber in her body.
Jeff had little to say when he came in. He embraced her as usual. Sybil saw he noticed nothing changed in her manner; for this she was glad. She could never -tell her brother in a million years what had happened! To even think about it sickened her and she would shiver.
Sitting on the bed with him she listened to his new plans. The both of them had been .invited by Andrea and Rhoda to visit them at a house in the country. This was out on Long Island, not far from the park where they had had their picnic. Andrea, Jeff told his sister, was anxious for her to come, to meet the gang. Andrea was also enthusiastic about seeing Sybil again. This news flattered Sybil and after an hour or so, feeling almost one hundred percent better after her frightening ordeal, she was ready and raring to go with Jeff.
And once out on the streets, the winds blowing through her hair, her eyes wide with awe at the spectacular scenery, the memories of the night before began to fade.
They crested a winding hill out on the island. Far off Sybil could see neat little houses. Here was a spit of sand. Here a view of the far-reaching ocean. In the late afternoon light everything seemed more romantic than it really was. Once again Sybil Leland was as happy as a lark!
The house belonged to Trigger McGuire's brother, Andrea had explained to Jeff. She and Rhoda, in between fucking, licking and sucking him the night before, had also explained a great deal about the Scorpions. Although Jeff didn't agree with most of it, he didn't feel he and his kid sister were walking into anything they couldn't handle. After all, hadn't he been in the navy for three years?
Finally Sybil spotted the place. There were many motorcycles parked in the front yard of a two-story house. The red-haired teenager leaped off the tail of the Honda when Jeff parked. Andrea Douglas came running down the path to greet them. She hugged and kissed Sybil as if they'd been really close friends. "Gosh, you're lovely, darling," Andrea exclaimed as she appraised Sybil's lovely breasts, her shapely legs and her luscious buttocks under the tight jeans.
A husky. young man without a shirt came out on the porch. "I'm Trigger," he said. "Welcome to the Scorpions' nest." He didn't smile and Jeff disliked him instantly. How Andrea could "go" with - him, as Rhoda had implied, was more than the ex-sailor could understand.
Sybil looked confused. "Scorpions' nest? You don't have scorpions here, do you?"
There was a hearty laugh from the front porch. "You mean you didn't tell her, baby?" Trigger asked her brother.
Andrea moved in. "Don't blame him, Trigger. It's my fault. Maybe I didn't make it clear enough."
Now Jeff was becoming confused, too. "Make what clear enough?" he demanded.
"Take it easy, Jeff," she soothed. "I just forgot, I guess. We've all talked it over, and we felt that you and Sybil should be full-fledged members. It's quite an honor, you know. We don't ask very many people."
Jeff wasn't too happy about the invitation. "I think you should have asked me first," he said quietly. "Did you ever think I might not want to join your club. And what about Sybby? She doesn't even know what it's all about."
Andrea grinned. "She'll know soon enough... don't worry."
Later, sitting inside with a cold beer, Jeff was introduced to the rest of the .gang. Vic and Joey, then in turn, the girls. Beryl, the sweet-looking and terribly young April, and finally the black-haired Vivian, who- was virtually naked under a transparent gown that had seen better days. Sybil found herself unexplainably shivering when she was introduced to the swarthy-skinned Julius.
They all spoke at once about the invitation into the Scorpions and Jeff listened. He felt very ill at ease. After several beers, everyone seemed to be waking up and the sudden attention Trigger was beginning to pay to his kid sister began to arouse Jeffrey Leland's anger. Twice he told Trigger to cut out the profanity, that his sister wasn't used to it; however, when Trigger asked Sybil if she minded, Sybil, now a little tipsy on the wine she was drinking, just giggled and avoided her brother's admonishing eyes.
But it was when Trigger grabbed Andrea, shoved his hand between her thighs and began to paw her, that Jeff's rage and anger began to bubble. He refused another beer and mumbled something about leaving and taking his kid sister with him. This was no place for her.
Then the shit really hit the fan when Trigger broke out the marijuana pipe. Jeff hit the ceiling. No, he didn't want any. No, he'd tried it before and positively no, his sister was not going to smoke! Positively not!
This was when Trigger leaped up and grabbed Sybil, laughing and pulling her down next to him on the couch. Jeff jumped up.
"Take your filthy hands off her!"
"Who the fuck you talkin' to, huh?" Trigger, with a flash of lightning, pulled a six-inch long stiletto. He flicked it and the gleaming blade shot out. He leaped and spread his legs wide. Then he started crouching toward Jeff. When he jumped he knocked Jeff completely off his feet by surprise.
Without a word, Jeff got back up. "C'mon, Sybil, we're leaving. C'mon."
"You ain't goin' nowhere, Mac!" Trigger was leering. His eyes were steel cold. He stalked up to Jeff. He gripped the gleaming stiletto, placing it right up against Jeff's stomach.
"You make one move, creep, and I finish you!"
Sybil screamed. No one else in the room made a single move. Beryl began to breathe heavily. A strange smile crossed April's lips. Vic and Joey were now pawing Rhoda. As for Andrea, the grin on her lips said nothing and everything at once.
It was the big swarthy Julius who pinioned Jeff's arms behind his back after slugging him on the neck. Jeff stumbled and before he knew it Julius was casually tying his arms behind his back. He kicked Jeff and then threw him down on the floor. He sat his huge weight down on Jeff's stomach. Trigger laughed. He handed his stiletto to his swarthy comrade. "Keep this at the bastard's throat. Stick him if lie moves a fuckin' inch," said the snarling bike rider.
Then Trigger turned - to the other Scorpions. "We're gonna have some fun, kids," he leered. "With her." He pointed to Sybil. She was trembling. All she could think of now, the aroma of marijuana in her nostrils, the smell of sex in the closed room, was of the night before. She shuddered. Was she going to get raped again? And this time in front of her helpless brother? Oh God in Heaven!
Trigger walked over and locked and bolted the door. Jeff watched him helplessly. He couldn't move. He didn't know what to do. He was completely outnumbered and Andrea wasn't going to lift a finger. He suddenly hated her. He couldn't look at her.
Trigger returned and grabbed Sybil, pulling her close. Sybil looked into his cold black eyes. She was trembling with fear. She tried to speak but couldn't get a word out.
Trigger leered: "I'll bet you're quite a little bitch in bed, huh? If you're anything like your brother here, according to what Andrea says, you're a real hot number." Sybil said nothing. She was cringing, looking to her brother for help, realizing he wasn't able to give her any. God, why were these nasty things happening to her? She was hypnotized by Trigger's glaring eyes. His fingers gripping her tender flesh were burning. When he pulled her close and tried to press his lips against her although she was struggling furiously, she couldn't help but feel the rock-hard cock pressing against her belly.
Sybil fought to escape by trying to slip down from under his embracing arms, but she failed. Trigger slipped one knee between her crotch and then rammed his mouth down on hers. Each time Sybil would let out a wild scream Trigger would stuff his thick tongue down her throat.
On the floor Jeff Leland was now completely helpless. Julius had tied his ankles and lashed his legs to the foot of the old-fashioned heavy oaken couch. With his arms bound he was utterly helpless and had no chance of escape. He watched his kid sister, raging to aid her.
"Okay, you little cunt," Trigger was saying, looking around at his gang for approval - approval he received from every eye, especially Andrea's. She was standing haughtily above Jeff Leland. As she looked down at him, a strange gleam in her eyes, one Jeff didn't understand at all, a small grin lighted up her features. But saying nothing she . slipped out of her jeans and then rubbing her glistening cunt, moved across the room to flop down on the couch.
Trigger pushed Sybil away from him. "Okay, cunt," he growled, "strip naked and don't take all day!" Sybil shrank back and tried to run, suddenly realizing all exits were blocked. Now she knew there was no way out, that she'd have to do as these merciless people wanted. The defenseless red-haired girl took one last helpless look at her brother. Jeff was gritting his teeth in impotent rage, infuriated that he could do nothing.
Slowly, as everyone watched, Sybil grabbed the hem of her shirt. She tugged it off her body. Now she stood half-revealed in a clinging white nylon brassiere. Trigger, Julius and the others licked their lips as their hungry eyes feasted on her lovely breasts. Through the thin material they could see that her nipples were erect.
Trigger made a fist under her chin. "Take off the bra, you cunt!"
Sybil did and her magnificent ivory breasts were exposed for all to see.
"Now the jeans!" Trigger's voice was suddenly thick with horny anticipation. Again Sybil obeyed. She unbuttoned her jeans, opening the zipper. Stooping, she pulled them off. Now all she wore were her sheer nylon panties. These clung tightly to the prominent mound of her teenaged vagina. Through the filmy crotch all could see the outline of her sparse patch of young pussyhair.
"The panties too," Trigger exclaimed. Now the gang chieftain was clutching iris balls and squeezing them as he danced around, leering at the show, now and then spitting in the direction of Jeff. Julius had his fly open, his thick hand inside. Vivian had taken off her wrap and was now totally nude. April was stroking her own breasts.
Sybil began to cry. But slowly, with trembling fingers she tugged down the panties. She closed her hand over her pussy, her other arm over his shimmering breasts. Her eyes glanced over at Jeff. She threw a weak smile toward her brother and he grimaced in agony, shaking his head furiously, outraged at what was happening... His eyes were blurring with the impotent anguish of watching his sister's preparation for this perversely lusting gang of vipers.
Trigger stood back, arms folded. "Okay, Rhoda, honey. You about ready?" He licked his lips, leering at Rhoda. "She's all yours honey, a nice sweet young virgin cunt."
Rhoda nodded. She was flying on grass, her eyes gleaming. She ripped off her clothing. Now she was glistening like ,,a naked goddess in the flickering light.
Swarthy Julius spoke. "Maybe you ought to smack some shit out of her first, huh, Rhoda. Teach the white cunt a lesson!"
Trigger's eyes lit up at the idea. "Hey, man, that's beautiful. I'll spank her sweet little white ass for you. Then she'll do as she's told, right?"
All the Scorpions, including Andrea called out, "Right On!" "Far Out" "Out of sight, Man!"
Julius grabbed Sybil's bare arm. He had no trouble tossing the young naked girl over his lap. Her upturned ivory smooth buttocks were now visible to all. April got up, came over and stroked them, then sighing, returned to her seat where she leaned her head against Beryl's shoulder. As the excitement grew, Beryl was also naked from the waist up, her fingers teasing and tickling her erect nipples while she smoked grass, sipped wine and stared silently.
"Julius," Trigger called out, "hold her ankles. Don't want the little cunt kicking!"
Julius promptly did as he was told. Under her squirming body on his lap his penis was jerking and throbbing. Raising her lovely white body up, Julius pulled out his naked cock. Now it pressed against Sybil's naked belly. "Okay, Trig!" said the swarthy man. "I got her good. Beat the virgin shit outta that sweet little white ass!"
Jeff couldn't take it. "For God's sake, don't hurt her," he called out.. "She's only a kid!"
"Shut the fuck up, asshole," Trigger growled. "You don't want your face cut up, you shut up, see!?"
Now Sybil couldn't move. The muscular Julius' one hand gripped her wrists, the other, her slim ankles. All Sybil could do was squirm and each time she did this, she'd feel his stiffly throbbing cock punching into her belly, while Julius giggled in high, shrill, metallic laughter.
Smack! came the first blow on Sybil's soft buttocks. She screamed! The red hot outline of Trigger's palm print remained.
"Owwwww ... ooooh God!" Sybil screamed as blow after blow rained down, stinging, biting her tender flesh. Trigger's heavy hand rose and fell now with rapidity, smacking the cheeks of Sybil's succulent bottom alternately. A rapid slapping, non-stop, of his open palm against her bare resilient flesh filled the room. It was punctuated by her own moaning and grunting and her sobbing but also by squeals from the girls watching.
Sybil kicked her legs in vain. She twisted and tried to throw herself off Julius' thighs. His cock poking into her stomach was fiery hot.
Sybil fought like a demon to free herself, twisting, arching and pounding her head against her swarthy captor's upper arm but all in vain. The hot, stinging blows from the whipping, slashing hand rained down furiously and now her buttocks were a bright red.
Trigger was grunting and panting with the exertion and the lust overwhelming him as he continued to beat 'her. Sybil's lips were issuing one continuous scream like a whistling tea kettle. "Oh, stop it. Stop ... please. Please stop. I'll do anything you want, but please stop whipping me. I can't take it."
"Please," begged Jeff in torment but no one heard him.
Suddenly Trigger stopped. He looked at the others. "Maybe she means it," he said.
"Oh, I do. I do! Anything! I do mean it! I can't take anymore slapping!"
"Okay, okay," said Trigger. "Man, turn that little bitch loose." Julius did. "Rhoda," called Trigger, "get your ass over here. Our little gal here's gonna suck you off, baby, just like you love it ... and you're gonna eat her too!" he roared. The other's clapped. This is what Vic and Joey had been hoping for.
Trigger went over to Andrea. He let her strip him. Jeff closed his eyes. He couldn't believe it!
Sybil was crying so hard she could scarcely keep her eyes open, but the terror o f being spanked again made her awkwardly assume the lurid pose Rhoda directed her to take.
Stretched out over the full breasted Rhoda, supporting herself with her open palms against the bare floor, Sybil was now kneeling upside down with her mouth right over Rhoda's open vagina. Her own loins were placed just over Rhoda's eagerly trembling lips. Sybil felt Rhoda's hand close over the small of her- back, pulling her body down. Rhoda's voice gasped, "Just relax, baby. You just do what I do and you won't get your ass smacked any more."
Suddenly Sybil felt the warm moistness of Rhoda's hungry lips press against her open cunt. She felt the blonde-haired girl kissing her slit. The distraught redhead gasped! She began to squirm and writhe, humiliated, her own mouth being relentlessly forced down lower and her parted lips brushing over Rhoda's soft, curly pussyhair. "C'mon, honey, baby," Rhoda purred. "Lick it. Lick inside. Wiggle that baby tongue."
A strange silence filled the room as every eye stared at the licentiously perversedisplay.
Then Trigger sighed. Andrea was stroking his huge cock. She seemed to be half-staring over at Jeff. Her eyes were glazed, while Trigger was roughly fingering her clitoris.
"Suck her," Trigger roared suddenly. "You don't eat Rhoda's cunt and I'll whip you till you bleed!" Sybil saw a fiendish glitter in his closely set eyes.
With a cry of anguish, Sybil plunged her lips down to Rhoda's cunt. She began to kiss the moistly heated pussy-lips. She was brand new to this thing but her terror gave her sudden expertise. Sybil was also conscious of another thing as she buried her face in the hot, musky cunt. Rhoda's warm kisses on her own cunt were born out of real, practiced enjoyment of sucking and licking. Against her will, Sybil found herself wiggling, squirming and writhing as the blonde-haired girl tongued her slit so expertly.
After a few minutes, the frightened young red-haired girl found herself being engulfed by her own passionate sensations. Her vagina was on fire from Rhoda's hot kisses and the other girl's cunt was really soaked from Sybil's saliva, becoming more and more pungently fragrant with every deep thrust of the young girl's searching tongue.
Sybil was trembling. She felt Rhoda's hot tongue slice wetly through her pussy fur and find the coral pink flanges of her moist slit. Then she felt her tongue tip delicately brushing and rimming her vagina. She was moaning and sobbing. Her burning buttocks seeming to throb now with a new feeling. Sybil felt a breathtaking surge of electric-like sensation each time Rhoda would stab her tongue up deep and wiggle it as the young girl on top of her squirmed and moaned.
Sybil couldn't help it. Now she was kissing and sucking, licking and swallowing just as Rhoda was doing. Soon the two girls began to writhe and groan, sob and gasp, sucking furiously until suddenly Sybil cried out, "Oh God! Oh God ...I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!"
The young redhead's body heaved and thrashed so much that Rhoda had to dig her fingers into her naked sides to hold her cunt down on her mouth, licking, sucking and biting the tender lips of Sybil's steaming slit, clutching and squeezing and scratching her buttocks as she helped Sybil to the ecstasy of a blinding orgasm!
Chapter 11
After the roaring explosion in her cunt, Sybil Leland let her body be rolled over by Trigger. His pulsing cock loomed over her upturned face. It was wet and shiny. His thick fingers were gripping his powerful weapon that had just come out of Andrea's throbbing cunt.
Sybil stared up at him, fear in her eyes. She was going to get raped again - this time right in front of her brother. She winced, cringing away. She begged and pleaded with the monster as he lowered his body down.
Jeff tried again. "Please. She's a virgin. She'll have black memories all the rest of her life." He looked at Andrea Douglas. "Can't you stop him? Can't you? I don't understand you at all, Andrea! Sybby's your friend."
"What's there to understand, kid? This little stuck-up brat ain't any friend of mine," she said, her speech garbled from the influence of the grass and the wine she'd been drinking. Then she seemed to relent, watching Jeff, her youthful lover, struggling against his bonds. She tossed her long hair.
"Hey, Trig. Hey, fucker!" she called out. Trigger McGuire looked at her. He was just about to thrust his cock into Sybil's gaping cunt, her thighs slimy with juice, her pink cunt-lips pouting and still vibrating from Rhoda's spiraling tongue and biting teeth.
"How's about all of us watching the blow job of the year, the century, maybe?" she slurred. "Hey, yeah, Man, that's it!" Andrea squealed. She burst into inappropriately shrill laughter, mimicking Julius whose fingers were pumping excitedly up and down the full length of his lust-swollen cock.
"Oh no!" Sybil screamed when Julius started to pull her up and thrust his monstrously throbbing cock between her lips. "Oh, no. Oh, Jeff!" she screamed. "Help me!"
But Jeff could do nothing.
"Look, Man," spat Trigger, "she don't suck us all off, I just whip the shit out of her. We don't give a shit if she bleeds from the eyes, do we, gang?"
Everyone applauded.
Jeff tried again. "Look, please. I beg you. Don't hurt my sister anymore. I'll give you my Honda. Leave her alone!"
"Listen you sonofabitch," Trigger sneered, "you shut the fuck up. You tell your sister to blow us all or we just gang bang her. That's that! We'll fuck the shit out of her cunt and her asshole if she don't blow us. You tell her, shitass. Tell her!" Trigger demanded.
Jeff looked solemnly at his poor sister. Sybil was trembling in fear. She didn't know how her vagina could stand another rape.
Jeff was faced with a terrible dilemma. He sat up and this time Julius didn't push him down as before. Sybil was crying, tears streaming down her face, splattering on her naked breasts.
"Sybby, honey," said Jeff softly. "We can't help ourselves. You see that? It could get worse," he added. "Look, do as they want. There's no other way out." Again he looked pleadingly at Andrea, but she gave no response. "You'll have to do as Trigger says ... Sybby. I'm sorry, honey."
Slowly Sybil got up. She was wincing and groaning. She stared at the grinning gang members - Trigger, Julius, Vic and Joey - then at the girls, all stark naked now. The males had unzipped their pants. Their menacing cocks stood out boldly, hard and ready, their balls filled with thick, hot sperm. Sybil gulped nervously. God, how could she do this, suck four monstrous cocks?
"Get down on your knees," Trigger commanded. "Crawl over to the couch. Hey, Julius, you're gonna be first, man. Sit your fat ass down." Swarthy-skinned Julius raised his fist, then he grinned. Again came the high, shrill laughter as he held his rampaging cock in his fingers.
The naked girls clustered around the couch. Andrea stroked the now-naked Julius' glistening shoulders. Jeff watched in horror as his sister shrank tearfully from her impending humiliation. Sybil looked up at him. "There's nothing we can do, Jeff?" she sobbed. Jeff shook his head sadly. No. There was nothing he could do right now, but the moment he got free ...
Suddenly the red-haired teenager reared up. The sight of the throbbing cock nauseated her. She felt like vomiting. "Oh, no. I can't touch this awful thing with my mouth. I can't!" she wailed.
Trigger stood up. "Looks like this cunt needs another lesson, huh? Maybe this time we ought to make her own brother do the whippin'," Trigger snarled. He pulled out his switch blade. He crossed to Jeff. He untied his wrists. He aimed the shining steel blade of the stiletto at Jeff's face. "Man, you gonna whip your sister's ass until it's blue ... if she don't suck that big prick!"
Jeff cringed when he felt the tip of the blade on his neck. "If you don't, you fucker," snarled.Trigger again, "I'll do it and with my belt this time. And man, .I'm gonna make that little white ass bleed and that little pink asshole shit! You understand me? You whip her or that's what's gonna happen sure as shit, man!"
A high giggle split the sudden silence as Jeff stared into Trigger's eyes. It was April. She was down on her hands and knees, avidly watching the scene.
Jeff was repulsed at the thought of spanking his own sister. Yet he had no choice. With the knife blade still at his throat, he sat on the couch, rubbing his wrists. Julius picked Sybil up bodily and plopped her naked body down on top of her brother's lap. He hoisted up her naked buttocks, making her spread her thighs, and then he ran his strong fingers into the moist crack.
"Okay," shouted Trigger. "Now, man you whip her ass or she get's fucked by every one of us. And man, we're a bunch of. mean fuckers when we get started." He glanced over at Andrea. "Ain't that right, baby?" Andrea nodded, then grinned. She averted her eyes from Jeff's.
The lust-crazed Julius took a position at the head of the couch. He held her hands tightly. Vic did the same at the opposite end, clasping her ankles.
Sybil's upturned bottom was still streaked with red welts from the spanking Trigger had so viciously delivered. He was kneeling alongside her, his hands squeezing the red-haired teenager's hanging breasts. "Get busy, Jeff!"
Biting his lip, Jeff raised his right hand. He brought it down with a crisp smack across his sister's nakedly inflamed bottom. A loud wail resounded. Sybil began to kick. Jeff whipped her buttocks again with the flat of his hand ...
... and to his astonishment he found his own cock responding. It stiffened and began to poke up into his young sister's middle. He was horrified at this but it seemed he had suddenly lost control. And as he continued slapping and spanking Sybil's writhing body, so deliciously naked, the reddened buttocks, her perspiring armpits, and her wiggling, inflamed Jeff. A sudden unwanted lustfulness welled up in his loins.
"Whip that broad until she screams," shouted Julius, pumping his cock up and down with his free hand, his white teeth gleaming. "Man you whip her or we fuck her," he roared.
The whole scene was insane.
Jeff had no choice. He spanked his struggling sister, inflicting such searing pain he knew she must be dying a little, but each time he'd try to soften the blows to ease her pain he'd feel the sharp point of the stiletto press against his neck.
Finally, Sybil couldn't take anotherblow. She begged Trigger to tell her brother to stop. "I'll do anything. I'll suck. I'll suck your pricks ... but oh, God, no more. No more pain. Oh, God, yes. I'll suck ... suck," she moaned, sobbing and shaking.
Roughly, Julius pulled the girl off her brother's lap: He pushed her down on her knees, tangling his strong fingers in her flaming red hair. "Suck it, you little bitch!"
Sniffing and sobbing, her eyes tightly closed, Sybil opened her trembling lips to take in her first penis. She choked and gagged as the-stiffly pulsing tool sank deep into her mouth. She was beaten and she knew it. She had to suck. If she didn't, God knows what they'd do to - her and Jeff. They could even kill them! Her only recourse was to get this awful thing over with as soon as possible!
Sybil closed her lips over the lust-swollen cock. She rocked her head back and forth. The smell of the merciless man's sweaty balls, the thrust of his hot cock down her throat, the feel of his brutal hands as they squeezed her tender breasts, all sickened her ... and when he grabbed her bobbing head, holding it firmly ... guiding his impaling cock deep down . her choking throat... and when he began pumping his hips, yelling in ecstasy for her to "suck it ... suck my big juicy cock!", Sybil's head was reeling. Each time she'd pull back to catch her breath, Julius would shove, punching his turgid cock back down her throat. She kept swallowing, gulping, choking and slurping on the huge penis.
It was agonizingly painful when the swarthy man thrust his massive cock into her throat but each time he did, Sybil would feel a frantic convulsion in her loins. She didn't understand it at all.
When the scalding pressure in the bike-rider's balls began to build, Sybil sensed the end was near. He kept thrusting, pounding his cock, holding her head, squeezing her breasts. She could taste tiny oozing drops of semen beginning to flow into her sucking mouth.
Julius savored the agonizing delicacy of her probing tongue, rubbing against the throbbing tip of his skewering cock, brushing the supersensitive tiny opening of his bulbous cock-head. His swollen shaft slid again and again between her warmly moist lips, down into her vulnerable throat,
Sybil's cheeks hollowing to accommodate his cock as his hairy loins ground wetly against her blushing face.
It was difficult for the young red-haired girl to breathe. He was now pumping faster and faster into her mouth, ramming his lust-hardened cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with long, hard thrusts that bored down her ravaged throat, choking and gagging her with every deep, downward lunge.
Sucking furiously and despite her anguish, beginning to enjoy the spasms convulsing in her drenched cunt, Sybil knew he'd have to spurt off soon. She held herself in helpless readiness for the white-hot flood of thick sperm. Just a few more thrusts, she told herself. And then it happened! With one more savage thrust, his thickly swollen cock exploded. Sybil caught the spurt and swallowed as fast as she could, one load after another leaping into her defenseless mouth, splashing against her teeth. Sybil was swallowing, gagging and choking, but sucking with all her strength as the burning hot liquid. kept flowing. Her sweating body trembled as she automatically squeezed his balls, wanting more and more but now content with a thin leaking fluid which she sucked and swallowed. Then she pulled off and sat back. She couldn't believe the sensations stabbing inside her loins. Quickly she grabbed his cock again! She -took the full length of it in her mouth, sucking ravenously, savagely, not understanding the lust overwhelming her.
Then it was Trigger's turn. And gagging, groaning and squirming down on her knees, her face purple with shame as her brother looked on helplessly, the naked girl soon had Trigger's heavy balls emptying into her mouth. Again she felt as if she couldn't get enough of his sperm, sucking and swallowing hungrily, not caring, beginning to enjoy the sensations that were driving her body wild with passion.
When she moved over like a zombie to suck Vic's penis, she had . to admit to herself that she was disappointed. Vic had already ejaculated. Crawling toward Joey, her face contorted, eager to do anything so she and Jeff would be set free, she was again to suffer a disappointment. Joey was in the process of shooting off into Vivian's sucking mouth. The excitement of the scene on the floor had been too much for the young biker from Oklahoma.
Jeff was glad it was over. He looked up at Trigger who was standing again with the stiletto pressed dangerously close. "Well," Jeff said, "you going to turn us loose, now?"
Trigger sneered down at his prisoner. "Maybe.. . maybe." He turned to Andrea. "Hey, baby, how'd you like to see a real hot show, huh, baby?"
"Like what, Trigger, honey?"
"Like, baby, this lover of yours diggin' a turn at his own sister. Wouldn't that be somethin' to remember, baby? Your old lover fuckin' his own virgin sister!"
Both Jeff and Sybil stared at each other, their eyes incredulous. "Oh, God," Sybil moaned.
Jeff sat up. He looked again for an escape. There was none. They could grab Sybil, even kill her before he could do anything constructive. He tried to talk Trigger out of it, but the hood wouldn't hear of it. "I make a deal with you, you smart asshole. Andrea say's you're such a hot fuck. Well, I'm gonna see. You fuck this kid sister of yours, you do a good job, and I turn you both loose. You got any ideas about reportin' us to the cops, and I'll cut your balls off if it takes me all my life." He sneered down at Jeff. "Well, which way, which you want? You gonna fuck her, or I whip her and then turn a whole other motorcycle gang onto her. They're just up the street. Make up your fuckin' mind, man!"
Sybil looked at her brother. Her eyes were soft. She tried to give him some comfort by smiling. She felt just wretched. How would she ever live this all down, her own brother watching her suck cocks, swallowing all the cum. Oh God ... and now ... now Trigger forcing Jeff to fuck her!
She looked up at Trigger. "You'll keep your promise?"
"Yeah, you cunt, I'll keep my promise. You fuck him and you're free, both of you. Just don't ever come back here. I'll slice your cunt to ribbons, cut off your brother's cock and make you eat it, do you hear?"
Sybil nodded, looking again at Jeff.
She numbly made her way over toward him and lay on her back on the couch.
Julius cut the thongs binding Jeff's ankles. "Go fuck her, man!"
" ... but she's my kid sister... "
"Listen, man, you don't fuck her, sister or no sister, and we'll all fuck her up her little of asshole!" Julius shouted, wielding the stiletto.
Jeffrey Leland knew he still had no choice. He had to trust Trigger. God knows what would happen if he didn't. He looked at his sister. He tried to deny it, but she was most appealing. He could feel his cock stiffening. He looked around, then he slipped down his jeans. His throbbing cock loomed up. It was fantastically hard! It stood out in bold, hardened virility as it had done with Andrea and Rhoda earlier.
He shook his head. On his hands and knees, crouching over his sister's naked body, he began to hear himself panting with a long pent-up lust. He couldn't stop recalling scenes of her half naked, her darling breasts, her sweet young virgin slit ... Jeff tried but he just couldn't help himself, and especially when Sybil wrapped her bare arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers.
Suddenly his spongy cock-head thrust deep into his baby sister's open cunt. -She squealed as it stabbed deep up into her body. Then, she began to writhe and squirm deliciously as she felt him slowly pumping his cock up into her cunt.
"Fuck her ... fuck her, you cocksucker! Fuck her!"
Trigger stood at the head of the couch. The girls were gathered around. Andrea was massaging her heavy breasts as she watched. Behind her, Rhoda was fingering Andrea's cunt.
As Jeff fucked his sister; he was suddenly enraptured by the wicked sensations of her responding to him. Sybil, his own little sister, was arching her back, squirming her naked buttocks, thrusting up at him as his prodding cock buried itself up to the hilt inside her sucking hole. The young redhead's nostrils flared wide. She was screaming as his rock-hard - cock plunged in and out, but her screams weren't in pain. They were in pure, utter ecstasy as her brother fucked and pounded his body on hers.
Jeff needed no encouragement from his audience. He was now rabid with lust, fucking violently, enthusiastically, harder and more vigorously than he'd -fucked either Andrea or Rhoda.
As for Sybil, she was groaning, gasping and sighing. She kept grinding her wetly glistening cuntal plane up against his pounding body. When at last, she felt his hot sperm gushing up into her cunt, she screamed at the top of her lungs and fucked back on his throbbing cock like a woman gone mad!
Then she leaped out from under him just as he raised up. She flung her body on top of his and took his still oozing cock deep down her throat. She couldn't help herself no matter how hard she tried ... She sucked her brother's deflating cock until not a drop remained in his heaving balls ...
* * *
Dusk was settling when the giant Honda finally reached the hotel. Not a word between Jeff and his sister had been exchanged from the moment Trigger kept his promise and let them leave. Both were so embarrassed neither could look at the other.
In the hotel room, the connecting door open, Sybil soaked in a hot tub. In his room, Jeff was doing the same. A coin-operated radio was playing soft music.
"Jeff," Sybil called out softly. "Jeff?"
"Yes, Sybby?"
"Jeff, there's some wine left. Do you think we could both have a little drink or something- and try to forget what happened?"
Jeff was silent. He would never be able to forget fucking his delicious sister. Even now his penis was erect just thinking about her being naked in the other room.
"Jeff?" Sybil called again. She climbed out of the tub. On bare feet she went through the connecting door.
Her brother was standing up in the tub, drying his hard, muscular body. His cock was standing out like a pole. Sybil smiled at him. Jeff had to smile back.
"Oh wow, Jeff! Just look at it? It's so huge! It's so thick!"
Sybil sat on the toilet. "Give me the towel, Jeffy, I'll dry it for you." She reached for his powerful erection.
"Oh' no you don't!" Jeff shouted. He leaped out of the tub, and picking up his startled , sister in his arms, he carried her over to the bed. Putting her down, he kneeled over her as she spread open her milky white thighs, her pink cunt-lips a dazzling sight.
"Oh, Jeff," she sighed luxuriously, "I don't think I ever want to go back to Vermont."
