The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest..."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubleth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately-will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be imagine. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
It was one of those warm lush spring nights when one wants to sit on the grass and absorb the sweet, fertile scent of the dew-moistened earth. As Jamie drove down the tree-studded street of Elmhurst, Illinois the smell of apple blossoms made his spine tingle with excitement. He looked down at his young female cousin leaning against his shoulder, her wavy thick hair in jet black ringlets shrouding her shoulders to warm her body, weightless from a wild night of party and drink.
The smell of her warm, feminine flesh mingled with the freshness of spring flowers sent a ripple of desire to his loins. With deliberation he turned off the motor, and helped Evelyn from the car to lay her under the blossoming apple tree in the yard of his father, her uncle's, house. Jamie hoped he could fuck her for a few minutes before he helped her to her bedroom.
He knew that his father would not be home 'til late, and Jamie wanted to make sure Evelyn was in bed by the time he arrived home from the lecture he was giving at the University of Chicago. If Jamie undressed her and fucked her here under the apple tree, he thought to himself, it would be much easier to get in the house and into bed than get caught in her room if his Dad's car drove up. At least, he could hear it coming from here.
"Oh," she mumbled thickly, stirring uneasily in her alcohol induced slumber, "Have I been asleep? Jamie, I'm so drunkie!"
"That's okay, Evelyn," the thin, studious looking youngster said soothingly, not wanting her to regain full consciousness just yet. "I'm going to get you ready for bed after we lie down here and get some fresh air and you can have a nice little sleep. You'll feel fine in the morning."
Jamie was a meek little boy and Evelyn giggled drunkenly at the idea of him playing nurse-maid to her. But his small fingers proved remarkably strong as he carefully unbuttoned her girlish shirtdress and slid the garment gently over her head, revealing most of her supple, tempting young bodily curves to his lust hungry eyes.
Somewhere in the back of her alcohol-soaked brain, Evelyn knew that she should not be allowing her cousin to undress her like this, but in her confusion she reasoned that she had to take her clothing off somehow and guessed that she could never manage it herself in the condition she was in.
So she lay limply on the grass with her eyes closed and the smell of apple blossoms whirling around in her mind, now clad only in a pair of white bikini panties with embroidered roses, and her bra, but strangely enough not feeling any real embarrassment at being exposed in this way. It was only her cousin, Jamie, the boy she had grown up with and he had seen her in bikini bathing suits many times over the years. Jamie was harmless and he was going to put her to bed, he promised. It was good to have reliable people who would take care of you in emergencies like this, and she felt a warm glow of security, hoping that he would sit by her bedside to assure her that Uncle Ted would not be angry with her in the morning. After all, Uncle Ted and Jamie were her only living relatives, her parents having been killed in a plane crash when she was just two years old.
Her uncle would never understand, of course, but the poor fellow was thirty miles away and would never know the difference. In the meantime, she was perfectly safe with Jamie and she drifted happily off into unconsciousness again.
But if Evelyn still possessed her child-like innocence, Jamie had almost completely done away with his. He had begun to see his voluptuous young cousin, Evelyn, in an entirely new light.
She was obviously the best looking and foxiest fuck in the whole world and who had a better claim to be first in line than he, her cousin and childhood playmate? Beneath that little-girl head, Evelyn had developed a big-girl body and it was time she found out what life was all about! And fortunately for her, Jamie was there to teach her the facts of life.
His father was far away lecturing in Chicago tonight. Jamie had covered all the angles; he had his strategy down.
The drunken sexy-looking young girl was too far gone to notice as he ran his young, hotly perspiring hands caressingly up and down her firm white thighs, kneading and stroking her warm yielding flesh with his strong young fingers. Breathing heavily, Jamie could hardly keep his bulging eyes off the dark tempting mound beneath the thin, almost transparent crotch band of her rose-studded panties, but he knew that an operation like this one could not be rushed. It took time.
He had let the guys pour enough alcohol into her to make an elephant drunk and all he had to do was go slowly, letting her fall back into a deep languorous sleep before pushing his luck. His hard young cock was practically bursting out of his pants with eagerness, but there would be time enough for her to wake up later when he had rammed it all the way up into the virginal softness of her tight, unused little vagina and when it would be too late for her to do anything but get hot and fuck him right back.
Evelyn rolled over on her side with a low, drunken moan, showing that she was once again almost out cold, and Jamie took the chance offered by her new position to unfasten the hook on her bra. She didn't react in any way and, encouraged, he drew it carefully down over her warm seductive shoulders.
The sight of his voluptuous young cousin's naked breasts made him gnash his teeth with a sense of lust he'd never known before. It was like out of those twenty-five cent peek shows he'd been seeing downtown, and it made his cock twitch with desire in his suit pants. This was the epitome of his boyhood desires; for years Jamie had watched these very breasts grow and ripen from small buds to the blooming fruit they now resembled. Since childhood, when he and Evelyn played doctor and nurse, he'd wanted to see and feel these succulent breasts. And now they were his to play with and suck.
At fifteen Evelyn carried a full and voluptuous pair of tits that would rival any full-grown woman. Jamie recalled how the kids used to kid her when she first started wearing a bra in fifth grade. Now Evelyn was nineteen and her tits were mature and ripe and he understood why she always wore those loose-fitting tops and bulky sweaters.
Those thirty-seven inches were a lot to hold up. Praying that she would not awaken from her drunken stupor, he teased one naked nipple with his index finger and smiled when he saw it react to his touch, throbbing up firmly and proudly.
A gentle wind blew showers of blossoms from the tree above, causing Evelyn to open her eyes but not reach consciousness. In her half-conscious state she smiled, just slightly, at the sensation of the cooling breeze on her nudely exposed breasts. She never did like bras anyway, and it was always such a problem trying to find a size 36D. A friend had told her that girls in Chicago sometimes go without bras, letting their tits bounce freely. Oh, how great that would feel!
But what was Jamie doing now? She wanted to ask him why here, why get her ready for bed when she wasn't even in her bedroom. All she could do was moan in delight from a sensation she had never before experienced. He seemed to be touching her with his hands, his fingers tickling up and down her flat smooth stomach and playing with her titties. Was all this necessary just to put her to bed? Or was he trying to awaken her, tease her as he'd done when they played hospital? When they were children he always insisted on being the doctor so he could listen to her heart. But no, that's not what he was doing.
"Jamie..." she mumbled, trying to tell him to stop acting like a child and take her to bed as he'd promised. No words would come out. Then she felt him lift her buttocks just enough to slide her scant nylon bikini panties gently down over her shapely curvaceous hips and then her thighs. That was all she could remember.
"My God, what a body," he said aloud and groaning with desire. It was the first time since they were small kids that he had seen her stripped completely naked and stood back to have a better, fuller look at his prize, unfastening his belt to let his pants drop to the dew moistened ground. Buttons flew off his shirt as he ripped it from his body, anxious to press his own nakedness next to hers.
He couldn't believe it. The thin, hair-lined slit of her tight, virginal little vagina was barely visible beneath the softly tempting curls of black pussy hair which nestled up between her soft thighs. Once again the breeze made her stir; this time she rolled over on her back, unconsciously spreading her legs even further apart and exposing her entire cunt area up between them to Jamie's lusting adolescent eyes.
The sweat of extreme excitement was forming on his forehead as the boy reached down just beneath the softly curling strands of her pussy hair and teasingly flicked the tantalizing little bud of her tiny pink clitoris with his finger. So that's what they looked like! He had read about them in those sex magazines but had never seen one except for the peek movies downtown and that wasn't close enough to them. He touched it again and watched in amazement as it began to swell and throb gently and grew erect and full like a tiny penis.
Then, experimenting further, he slowly spread the thinly hair-covered lips of her vagina apart, exposing the moist pink interior flesh, and the entrance to her virginal little cuntal passage. Below, he could see the tight elastic ring of her tiny, slightly puckered ass-hole. Jamie had heard about men who preferred fucking a woman in the ass and he definitely wanted to try that too with her later. But first it was his cousin's hot little cherry cunt he wanted to fuck.
Tearing his gaze away from the moistly tempting little mouth up between her thighs, his eyes almost bulged from his head as he studied the large, voluptuously rounded breasts, slowly rising and falling on her naked chest. Her tits were set high and remarkably close together and slightly flattened now because she was lying flat on her back. His mouth was watering as he bent over her cautiously, touching his trembling lips to one tiny naked nipple and feeling it suddenly pop up hard and rigid between his teeth.
He chuckled to himself when he remembered this was a girl he had grown up with. She had always been an innocent, shy, studious girl. Jamie was confident she'd like being fucked; what with a body like that she was made for it! Now he could slip into her room any time he wanted and fuck her as much as he wanted. His father would never suspect it; he was too busy preparing his lectures on modern day man.
No time to waste on fantasies. Her hotly throbbing nipples were ready and so was he. His cock was hard and rigid, throbbing with anticipation and he wanted her naked against him, her swollen young tits crushing firmly into his chest. Maybe after he fucked her a few times he would call some of the other guys over and let them watch while he made her strip all her clothes off. Just to assure himself that he had all angles covered, he reached in his coat pocket to make certain he hadn't dropped the pint of whiskey he would feed her just in case she sobered too fast.
Better slow down, he thought; getting over-excited would make him shoot off too fast.
That's what had blown it for him with that Judy Wilson kid he'd been taking out for months. But already he could feel a few drops of semen oozing from the throbbing tip of his rock-hard penis.
He stroked it slowly and lovingly as he knelt over her, one knee already on the other side of her, and for a moment he considered the possibility of just jacking-off and shooting his thick white cum down onto her naked young breasts. It would avoid a lot of complications and she would never know the difference. No, she would not get away that easy, he'd put too much thought into this strategy.
Evelyn's meek young cousin was almost crazed with sexual lust now as he hovered over her nakedly passed out body, not quite knowing what to do first. Maybe if he could get it into her mouth her animal instincts would free her and she'd want to suck him as badly as he wanted, needed, to suck her. The thought of her ripe innocent young lips, glistening red from her lipstick, curled around his hard long cock sent lewdly rising thrills coursing hotly up and down his spine.
He knew he might blow it too soon by letting all these thoughts carry him away. He dreaded the thought of shooting off his entire load of cum down onto her innocently unconscious face, but he had to have her lips just touch against his cockhead once. The heavily breathing boy eased his loins gently forward until the hot pulsating tip of his extended throbbing penis rested comfortably in the delicate, lipstick moistened furrow formed by her half-parted lips. The warm breath from her nostrils sent a frenzy of sensual electricity through his body and he even dared to move his cock back and forth over her limply relaxed mouth to spread the slightly seeping moisture on the tip over her lips and make them glisten even more. The sensation was almost more than he could stand.
Evelyn's lips tingled and she swallowed in her restless slumber, opening her mouth to sigh deeply and allowing the soft rubbery head of the penis to drop half-way down between her lips. She moaned slightly in finding this strange object in her mouth and ran her tongue exploringly over the smooth wet surface of the tender underside.
His heart beating like mad, Jamie gasped with pleasure, savored it for another few seconds and then withdrew it reluctantly out just in time to keep his balls from exploding and cumming into her open mouth.
That was a little too close, he told himself, taking deep breaths to try to relax. Now it was time to get her where she'd really feel it. Kneeling on the grass at her feet, he spread her nakedly shimmering legs even further apart as he inched steadily forward up between them, his eyes feasting on the erotic lust-inciting sight of her nakedly open cunt.
Even though he'd seen those twenty-five cent flicks, he was not as experienced as he'd like to believe and had never seen a real cunt before. But after the pussy he had nakedly spread before him tonight, look out world!
He found his hands shaking with nervousness as he gave in to a primitive sexual instinct and lowered his head slowly, deliberately, down between her open thighs and licked experimentally at the soft flesh of her helplessly spread young cunt. He ran his snake-like tongue lightly around the edges of her softly matted pubic triangle and then curled it slowly, teasingly, up into the delicious narrow slit of her cuntal passage, tasting the rising sexual fluids now beginning to seep instinctively from her unconsciously responding body. The girl moaned faintly in her drunken stupor from the wetness of his tongue against her open loins, but it was more a groan of pleasure than protest.
But the lusting young boy was in too much of a hurry to spend all of his time just licking her cunt. He had played around long enough! Now it was time to finally fuck his hot-bodied young cousin after all these years.
His lips traveled up her smooth sleek body as he moved on all fours over her defenselessly spread milk-white form, lowering his heavily throbbing cock down between her widely split thighs and groping inexpertly for the entrance to the thin, curl-fringed slit that surrounded her cunt mouth.
Evelyn awoke as she felt the lips of her virginal young vagina being pressured apart by a hard relentless object which was slowly and inexorably forcing its way up into the tight narrow passage between her legs.
"Oh! Where am I? What's going on here?" Evelyn mumbled as the elastic-rimmed tightness of her widely exposed cunt fought back for a minute against this aggression and then yielded to the strength of Jamie's powerfully excited young body.
She was almost instantly sobered up by the momentary pain as he popped inside of her suddenly wildly struggling body. She tried in vain to squirm her naked loins away from the weight holding her down, but his lust-incited body pinned her helplessly to the softness of the grass beneath.
"Jamie, what are you trying to do? Take it out, Jamie ... please..." But her pleas were of no avail.
Her helplessness only excited the sensation-maddened youth further and he jerked his pelvis forward and began fucking hotly in and out of her virginal young cunt, breaking the delicate defenseless hymen. She could feel it burst, and then the pain was over.
Now that he had finally gotten his cock up into her hot little cunt, Jamie wanted to fuck her all night, but the inexperienced youth was far too over-stimulated. He had won his sexual victory, but with a few more thrusts he felt the tension in his testicles build to an unbearable level. Then, suddenly, without warning, his cock almost doubled in size, bringing one last wail to the surprised young girl's lips and then he too groaned aloud as his virile, sperm-filled young hardness began pumping the hot searing liquid of his wildly gushing cum deep up into the hidden depths of her helplessly squirming body.
Then, as his lewdly jerking spasm passed and his rapidly emptying testicles jerked to a completely drained halt, he collapsed in exhaustion across her sperm-flooded young body, instantly repentant, murmuring over an over, "Christ, I'm so sorry, Evelyn." She could not respond; she could not speak. She could only feel the weight of his body pressing down on her. And she held him close.
CHAPTER TWO
"Jesus Christ," muttered the Indian bus driver to himself as he opened the door to the bus to let the passengers in. "All these American girls traveling alone with their tits hangin' out, actin' like I'm rapin' 'em by lookin' at 'em," he said as his eyes fell on Evelyn. The breasts on that one...
The bus pulled away from the stop, dust filling the warm air. To make certain there was nothing behind him to ram into, the bus driver turned his mirror slightly to the left. And then he spied Evelyn with her flute case balanced on her lap.
Evelyn had always been a shy and introverted girl, and the sensation of someone eyeing her sent a jolt up her spine. Sitting up erect, her profile was even more stunning. Evelyn was a tall, lithe girl of about five foot eight. Although she was a brunette, Evelyn had milky white skin that made her arms and legs look all the more lengthy and fragile. But the most obvious feature of all was her breasts, so high and round with their nipples erect and hard. He wanted to sink his teeth into them.
If he had bothered to look, the bus driver would have noticed the classic beauty of her face with its aquiline nose, straight as a Roman's, so proudly innocent. And her hair falling loosely around her shoulders; even the girls on the Indian Reservation couldn't brag of hair like that ringlets caressing her neck.
But here eyes were not those of a happy schoolgirl. There was an obvious strain in those deep-set hazel eyes, and it was not this bus, careening side to side down the twisting mountain road that caused her apparent fear. It was something far deeper, a loss or unfulfilled need that lay deep in her consciousness. With each rut in the unpaved dusty road, the passengers were thrown mercilessly against the sides of the bus and against each other. The only person who didn't seem to mind the jolts and spills was the bus driver who was mesmerized by the sight of this heavenly young creature, as fresh as the Virgin Mary herself.
Looking pale and nervous, Evelyn clung to her flute case as though it were the only possession she cherished. Her attention was so fixed on protecting her precious flute that she ignored the sensation of her mini skirt creeping up her legs to her thighs with each turn and jolt. The driver's chocolate brown eyes grew larger and brighter with each jump and jerk, and the more aroused he became the faster he drove, swerving to miss cows and chickens not to mention any children who happened to be in his path of fire. Those smooth milk fed thighs made his mouth water and tongue curl.
"Oh, have mercy! Those breasts! "mumbled the paunchy driver as he swerved to avoid hitting a girl herding a cow down the road and causing the mirror to twist off angle of the voluptuous legs. "Even that school teacher's dress can't hide those tits, nothin' could hide those tits. No women around here compared to that!" he groaned as he undressed Evelyn with his eyes. He imagined what she'd look' like naked with her youthful straight legs spread wide open in invitation to fuck and suck her throbbing hungry cunt.
"Aaaaahhhh!" came a chorus of fright from the passengers, especially those seated on the right side who suddenly peered straight down off the side of a cliff to a gully a hundred feet below.
"These fuckin' tourists get more jittery every year!" swore the drive as he centered the bus on the road to sighs of relief from the packed vehicle. Evelyn, alert from the jolt, caught sight of this dirty middle-aged man whose interest seemed to be in peeking at her crotch in the mirror rather than the safety of his passengers; and she yanked down her skirt in disgust. As if she didn't feei guilty enough over the troubles her body had caused her, without her cunt causing the death of seventy-five passengers.
. They reached the crest of the mountain, much to the relief of the crowd who desperately hoped the driver's brake foot would equal the strength of his acceleration. But when they made the final turn an eroded pothole nearly sent them flying like a motorcycle doing wheelies.
The two nuns in the second seat grabbed their rosary beads with one hand and braced themselves with the other, murmuring their Hail Mary's in unison. A leathery-skinned peasant directly behind the driver tried to swallow a gulp of whiskey as the bus lunged into the air, but spit out a chipped tooth in proof of bad timing. Directly behind him sat a fat old colored lady returning from the market with a headless chicken in each hand who looked too solid to be moved by anything short of a bulldozer, but even she threw up her hands in grief and the chickens went sailing off to the back of the bus. No one dared turn his head to see where they landed.
Evelyn tried to look out the window and daydream about what her new life in Yuma, Arizona would be like, where she hoped to make some friends to soften the loneliness in her life and to fill some of the gaps.
* * *
Earlier that evening Evelyn remembered talking with Uncle Ted and admonishing him:
"Uncle Ted, you're working too hard," she told him as he carefully placed the notes for the lecture in his briefcase, worn from years of opening and closing.
"I enjoy lecturing to people about things I enjoy, it is one of the few pleasures in my life, and it is a rare situation when one can make money doing something he loves to do. I admit, I wouldn't have gone tonight except for the chance to debate Professor Haines about his theory. Oh Evelyn! I have been researching so hard for his ... waiting so long for this opportunity to prove my theory over his. But now I must go. Goodbye." Uncle Ted picked up his briefcase and scurried out the door.
Suddenly remembering his niece looking more womanly than ever before, he popped his head in the door. "Are you going to that party with Jamie tonight?"
"Yes. I just bought this dress. Do you like it? I think it makes me look less ... less ... you know, mature," said Evelyn as she whirled in modeling fashion. "I saved the money from babysitting last week." Uncle Ted hung his head and sighed.
Evelyn could have been a twin to her older sister Eileen who was but a fictitious character to this young girl. Eileen had run away from home at the tender, but in her case not unworldly, age of thirteen and joined up with some unspeakable characters in the Southwest, so it was reported. Poor Evelyn had not seen her only flesh-in-blood in seventeen years, and a two-year old's memory is not that reliable.
Remembering the plight of Evelyn's older sister, he became stern, unlike docile Uncle Ted and demanded, "Listen here Evelyn, I want you back here in this house at precisely one-thirty. And no drinking and no dope. Got that? You and Jamie are the only things in my life that really matter to me." He kissed her on the forehead and wished her a good evening, but she stepped between he and the door.
"Come on, Uncle Ted. This is unlike you to lecture me so." Evelyn really wanted to know why he kept repeating this warning about drinking and dope. She'd never smoked a joint in her life; as far as she knew it was only something gangsters hanging out on sidewalks did in New York. But a premonition kept haunting in the back of her mind; it had something to do with her sister but she wasn't quite sure what. Maybe one day he would be honest with her and tell her the full story, the neighbors were certainly hush-hush about it...
* * *
It made Evelyn's head spin to realize that it had only been two weeks since her life turned topsy-turvy on her, leaving her no clear direction. There she was, all content at the University of Chicago studying anthropology and it made her Uncle Ted so happy to see her really become interested in the same field in which he was so expert. But it was Jamie's fault. If it hadn't been for him she wouldn't be here now on this bus in the middle of Arizona with hardly any money, no home, no family, no nothing. Damn him anyhow!
But how was she to know? Uncle Ted had planned on going to the cocktail party following his lecture and that meant he would not be home 'til three at least. And as for Jamie, well he was just a ticket to the party. Evelyn had never been one for parties, but this was a special one and she'd have given anything to go. "I gave a lot more than I'd intended," she sighed to herself.
The alcohol-sodden ass across the aisle from her had kept looking up her skirt and now let an empty whiskey bottle fall to the floor with a crash that rattled the nerves of everyone in the bus. All they needed was an inebriated ass getting sick on this hot stuffy bus. Watching him fall against the side of bus in a stupor reminded her of how much she'd drunk that evening. She should have known better when Jamie kept filling her glass every time she took a mouthful and then switching glasses on her when hers was empty. How juvenile!
She remembered the smell of apple blossoms and then a sudden pain. That must have been when he stripped her naked and forced his penis up into her helplessly spread young vagina. She secretly savored the sensation of a warm, wet flooding up inside her vagina, his cumming a relief to her tortured insides. But one thing she could not reason ... that was holding him so tight, so close after he had caused her such a shock. Why did she have such mixed emotions? Why?
* * *
"Jamie, Jamie, we've been friends for so long. Why? How could you do this to me?" Inside of her, his thick young cock was still twitching to relieve itself of the last few drops of milky white cum accumulated from months of lustful desire; and for a moment she felt a throb of sensual pleasure that before had only been a dream. Now she could understand why men and women went to bed together.
She had not expected sex to enter her life so soon, so unexpectedly or so unconsciously. But it happened, and now she felt herself to be a woman. She was not sober by any means, but a sort of consciousness had returned and she lay beneath him, thinking and caressing the back of his neck as he sobbed in remorse, wondering whether she would get pregnant and if there was blood on her thighs.
Suddenly headlights were aimed straight at them making their naked bodies shimmer with light. "Oh my god!" Evelyn groaned as she recognized the car. "Uncle Ted ... supposed to be at the university ... and I'm lying her naked under Jamie, and maybe even pregnant! Oh god!"
It took only a fraction of a second for her uncle to see what was happening. He didn't bother to turn off the motor or even close the car door, he just stood there for a moment with a strange tortured cry coming from his mouth. His eyes bulged from his head and his face turned livid with rage. For a minute there was a look of hatred in his eyes, as if he were ready to kill, she or Jamie she couldn't tell who.
His cry turned into a scream. "You fucking little slut! What a fool I've been taking care of you and your whore sister for my whole life, sacrificing everything for you two since your parents were killed in that damned fool plane crash and to show your appreciation you sneak around seducing my poor young boy just like an alley cat. If this is all you want out of life, go ahead, go live with your slut sister in Arizona and hang out in the desert screwing every desert rat in sight."
For the first time she had actually heard him speak of her sister with something other than estrangement. So that's what happened; that's why she had left at such an early age. But was she really as bad as Uncle Ted says? Nothing made sense. The headlights were piercing her eyes and for a moment she felt like getting sick to her stomach, and at that point Uncle Ted's rage hit its peak.
Jamie, too embarrassed to even move, finally rolled off her in haste, pulling his now-deflated penis out of her sperm-filled vagina with a lewd little sucking sound. She grabbed for her dress to cover her naked body. That did it for Uncle Ted. The end.
"Get out of here you little cunt!" His words stung; she had never seen him so angry and she had never felt so humiliated and remorseful in her life. "Be out of my house by tomorrow or I'm turning you over to Juvenile Hall."
Two days later Evelyn snuck into her uncle's house while he was away, and took what little she had in the whole world which amounted to a meager bank account, her anthropology books, her clothes and her diary.
There was no choice but to find her sister; everyone needs a family, she reasoned, even me. And even if she is a whore, she is my sister and I'm sure she'll love me as much as I love her.
* * *
The bus sped past a sign which read "Gila Bend" to which Evelyn responded with a sign of relief, for it would be only a short time until her family reunion. The brown craggy mountains had such a feeling of spaciousness, Evelyn thought to herself. Maybe I will really like living in the country it'll give me a chance to think. Perhaps I'll even apply for school in Yuma. Evelyn fumbled in her bag for the crumpled up piece of paper with the phone number of her sister Eileen which she'd found in her Uncle Ted's desk drawer.
It was insufferably hot and stuffy in the bus, and even sticking her head out the window gave no relief. The air felt like a hot hair dryer. Evelyn had not slept for two days now, not that she hadn't tried. I have to get some rest before I call Eileen in Yuma, Evelyn thought to herself, so she braced her head against the side of the swaying bus and closed her eyes.
Oh, it feels so good just to close my eyes; they're seared from the scorching sun and heat. Evelyn was in the twilight of sleep when she heard a deafening roar, but there were no vehicles on the road either ahead or behind them. Somewhere out in the desert she spied a string of what sounded like motorcycles but looked like little cars. Nowhere in Illinois did they have such things, Evelyn wasn't even sure of what they were. "Hey, they're ... Dune Buggies!" whispered Evelyn to herself after remembering seeing them in Jamie's motor magazine.
"The next stop is Dome," she overheard someone behind her. That's not too far from Yuma, so I'll call Eileen from there, planned Evelyn. She closed her eyes waiting for the sweet relief of sleep, not even caring if the nasty old drunk across the aisle was still leering up her dress.
* * *
Amazingly enough, Evelyn slept all the way to Dome, where after six hours of rest she would call Eileen and try to explain the situation to her as calmly as possible; but this would be no easy matter since she wasn't even certain that Eileen would remember her.
She followed some people off the bus, asking them for directions to the nearest phone booth. They told her they worked for the mission on the Laguna Indian Reservation and did not know the town. The only other person around awake or sober was the station master, and that was a debatable issue; but she asked him anyway. "Oh yes, Miz" he started, but stopped and stared at her breasts, her nipples erect and pointed from the sweat-soaked cotton sundress. Evelyn caught his expression and flushed crimson with embarrassment to see that the front of her perspiration-soaked dress was clinging to her body like a wet nightgown. There was not a curve or muscle left unmolded.
Evelyn did not even wait for his response. Instead, she sighed in grief and went in search of a phone booth which she found at the filling station around the corner.
With trembling fingers, Evelyn dialed the number. The phone rang twice and a voice answered, "Yeah, this is Eileen's Nook, Eileen speaking," in a friendly voice which encouraged Evelyn to spill the story of her leaving Elmhurst.
Greatly relieved to hear that her sister was settled in the motel business, Evelyn started making plans for her new life.
CHAPTER THREE
Exhausted from the scorching heat of the Arizona afternoon sun, Evelyn trudged up the road, suitcase under each arm, to the sign that read "Eileen's Nook". Mirages from heat waves must be affecting my vision, thought Evelyn as her eyes fell on a dingy rundown two-story clapboard building with a bar and motel upstairs. "I can't take another disappointment," muttered Evelyn to herself. "This has got to be the end." Inhaling a deep breath to bolster her courage she took another step forward, only to notice the peeling paint and broken windows covered with old weathered liquor signs.
In back of the motel were rusted automobile parts, tires, wagons, and an assortment of smashed liquor bottles. A mangy-looking cat meowed for her attention, but she dared not accommodate its wishes for fear of lice and fleas. Besides the cat, the only indication of any life was a dune buggy, like the one she'd seen in the desert, parked outside the bar. A closer look and she noticed a saddle attached to the seat. Why would anyone put a saddle on a dune buggy? On the back waved a flag, black with a sign of a cobra.
Hanging on the weathered front door was a "Vacancy" sign carved with a knife. Evelyn wondered when the last time was that anyone stayed here it wasn't exactly a Holiday Inn. No one seemed to be home to welcome her with open arms. Then she heard a man's deep voice from inside the bar.
With relief, she set her bags down in the dust and peeked in the window, lifting up the piece of handcut cardboard blocking her view. Inside was a bar unlike any she had ever seen before. Once Jamie had taken her to "The Night Spot", a club outside of Elmhurst, but she wasn't old enough and the bouncer had kicked them out. That being her only experience with bars, she remembered the linen covered tables and cocktail waitresses. No resemblance to this whatsoever! "Eileen's Nook" looked like a Western movie set with its long wooden bar and battered old stools that looked like they'd been thrown out the broken windows a few too many times. The only decoration was some obscene pictures of naked women in disgusting poses exposing their breasts and buttocks, hanging on the wall by peg nails.
At a small rickety table in the center of the room sat a surly looking red-haired man and a woman who shockingly resembled Evelyn herself. Smoking a cigarette that they passed back and forth after a few deep puffs, they looked as if they must be old friends since Evelyn had never seen anyone share cigarettes except the closest of companions.
Having left Uncle Ted's at the tender age of thirteen, Eileen was now thirty-six but appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Her hair was brown, almost chestnut colored, which she wore loosely around her shoulders. A perfect thirty-six was all Evelyn could think as her eyes scanned her' elder sister; although seventeen years older, Eileen was no more than an inch or two larger around the waist and hips. Her skin, unlike Evelyn's, was tan and taut with no wrinkles giving way to age. She was a picture of youth and health except for an undefinable aloofness in her eyes, almost a strain that followed her cheekbones from her eyes to the corners of her mouth. Evelyn could guess from the company that her sister was now keeping, and from the vacuous expression on her face, that the past seventeen years had included many a night of men and booze.
Sitting with her feet up on the table exposing her tan tapered legs, Evelyn's eyes followed the legs up to the cut-offs Eileen was wearing and finally to the halter top which was no more than two patches of fabric supported by two slender strings. Evelyn swallowed hard. Maybe Uncle Ted was right! The man sitting beside Eileen passed the cigarette to her and after she had taken a hard puff, he playfully pulled one of the slender strings, leaving her breasts exposed in their bronzed roundness and began nibbling on her erect nipple.
Evelyn wanted to shout "Hello, anybody there?" but she decided this was not an appropriate time, so she studied the man whose appearance made her flesh crawl. He reminded her of characters she had seen in movies with his shocking red hair all straggly and dirty from wind-blown sand and his filthy denims that could have stood by themselves. Evelyn guessed he must be around thirty-five or forty, but it was hard to tell because his beard covered most of his face. If Eileen appeared worldly and hard, there was no description for his six foot muscular frame. Is this what happens to people who live in the desert? He looked mean enough to fight with the desert snakes over food. Evelyn shivered.
What in the world was her sister doing with this character? Again the words of Uncle Ted rang through her empty head: "Go live with your slut sister in the desert!"
But there was no turning back; not only had she no money to speak of, but nowhere to go. So she took another deep breath and knocked on the door, nearly knocking it off its hinges.
The creak startled Eileen and her burly friend who raised his head in surprise at the unexpected intrusion.
"Well, who's this? The new school teacher?" drawled the redheaded thug, his eyes following her ankles to her neck in one quick appraisal.
"Urn, hello ... I'm Evelyn. Eileen's sister," was all Evelyn could force from her lips.
"So you're my little sister?" Eileen greeted her as she nervously tried to get the strings drawn tightly around her breasts, and then with her hands finally freed, shook hands with Evelyn. "Evelyn, meet Slash." In an attempt to quickly explain the sudden disturbance so as not to raise Slash's ire, she told him how her sister had come on the train all the way from Elmhurt, Illinois.
Evelyn wasn't sure whether she should offer him her hand, but not wanting to appear rude to her sister's friend she offered a friendly shake which he took as an excuse to grab her into his lap with his muscular paw and stick a cigarette into her face. "I, I don't smoke," muttered Evelyn, coughing from the strong sweet smell.
"This ain't no cigarette, honey. Don't you know good weed when you smell it? This here is Acapulco Gold. Here, have a toke, it'll loosen you up a bit." But Evelyn shook her head in refusal.
"You're pretty good lookin' for such a straight little bitch. Big tits too. Maybe I'll trade your big sis in for a newer model." And he laughed with obscene pleasure.
Evelyn could see her sister's anger brewing: "Never mind her tits; she's going to be my cocktail waitress. This place needs a little class to liven it up."
"Don't pay any attention to Slash," whispered Eileen to her younger sister, "just because he's chief bugger of the Devil's Disciples he thinks he's a big deal."
Devil's Disciples? thought Evelyn. "What is that? Some kind of club?"
"Well, sort of," was her sister's reply. "They ride Dune Buggies in this part of the country so they can go cross-desert if they're trying to slip the fuzz. That's why they call them buggers around here. Bikes would be useless in the kind of terrain."
* * *
"I got some connections I gotta make," slurred Slash as he rolled another joint for the road.
Eileen sat down at the table and rolled one for herself too, thinking this was going to be one hell of a situation. After hearing that her sister was kicked out of the house by Uncle Ted she expected Evelyn to be a bit more worldly. "She didn't even know what dope was," chuckled Eileen to herself.
"What?" Evelyn was sure Eileen was talking to her.
"Oh, nothing, honey. I was just wondering if you would like to have a hit off this joint."
"No, I don't smoke."
Eileen coaxed her little sister to try, but all Evelyn could do was cough and she couldn't hold a toke long enough to get high.
"Let's get you situated in your room upstairs. It's kind of a mess right now because I haven't had any help lately, and the tourist season isn't exactly booming around these parts." Evelyn was aghast when she saw what was to be her bedroom, but quickly decided that with a few posters and pictures it would be cheery enough.
"You must be exhausted! Why don't you just get yourself something to eat out of the refrigerator, get cleaned up and relax. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow. Don't worry about work tonight. I can handle it alone, offered Eileen sympathetically. "But be prepared. tomorrow we're riding into town to get you some cocktail waiting clothes. You're my big attraction now, you know."
Evelyn was asleep the second she hit the bed. Her muscles ached from the long train ride and she hadn't lain down for the entire trip. Despite her fatigue, she had awakened several times in the middle of the night by what sounded like bar stools being thrown against the wall and strange moans and groans coming from a room next to hers in the motel. "Oh well," yawned Evelyn, "at least she's got some business for this rickety motel."
In the morning, as promised, Slash drove up in his Dune Buggy painted bright red and sporting the black cobra flag. They all piled in and Evelyn was invited to ride on the saddle for a special thrill, which made Eileen and Slash exchange a secret laugh that Evelyn could not understand.
They stopped at the outskirts of Yuma at a disheveled looking dress shop with mannequins sporting clothes that looked like advertisements in movie magazines where you can send for clothes fashions made in Hollywood. The saleslady invited them to try on anything they fancied, explaining that there was no trying room available since a pipe had burst in the wall flooding the one dressing room in the whole store. Evelyn gulped when she heard that, especially since it brought a lewd little smile of satisfaction to Slash's face.
Humming a Bach concerto in an attempt to hide her nervousness at watching Slash and Eileen paw through the racks of slinky long dresses and string bikinis, Evelyn prayed that Slash would at least have the courtesy to leave the shop when it came time for trying on these whorish creations.
"Here, give this a try!" suggested Eileen, holding up a mini-skirted sundress that must have been all of six inches long from the waist to hem. "No, on second thought, don't. It looks too much like a school teacher." A few seconds later: "Wait a second, here it is! This is your dress."
"Um, I don't know about that," whispered Evelyn to herself, eyeing the v-shaped neckline held together by a series of laces from the waist to the neck which she doubted her bra would even cover. "But my bra wouldn't even..."
"Never mind. It's just us and Slash has seen tits and ass before, God knows! Come on, hurry up, it's stuffy in here," Eileen encouraged her. "Besides, you've got a damn good-looking body, as if you didn't already know. Show it off! That's why God gave it to you."
Speechless, Evelyn slipped her cotton print knee-length dress over her head in obedience. She was protected somewhat by the dress rack on one side of her, but the mirror gave Slash a full length view of her body. "Oh, no!" sighed Evelyn, "I didn't undo the lacing first," and she could feel Slash's eyes on her reflection which made her perspire with shame and nervousness. Fumbling at the laces, Evelyn could feel his eyes on her every move, examining her like a cow at an auction.
Eileen laughed at her sister when she came out from behind the rack with her bra sticking out a full three inches above the neckline. "You didn't take it off, silly!" rebuked Eileen. "It's meant to be worn with no bra. Nobody wears bras any more. Take it off and then try it on."
Dutifully, Evelyn slipped her bra off, making sure her back was to the mirror through the operation but forgetting that Slash's six foot frame could see over the dress rack. Evelyn had never gone without a bra before, and her breasts felt heavy and full and jiggled slightly with each step of her foot. None of her friends in Elmhurst ever went without bras; in fact whenever they saw someone flopping loose and free, they pretended they really didn't want to see it, not wanting to stare.
Standing there nude with the dress fallen to her ankles, Evelyn felt a sense of secret relief to be free of hooks and staves, and when she bent over to draw the dress over her hips for another try, she noticed her nipples standing up hard and erect. Why? She had read in a library book on family planning in her Home Economics course in High School that erect nipples were a sign of excitement. But what could she be excited about?
She shook her long black curls into place, hoping her shoulder length hair would hide a few inches of her full 37 inch bust. Lacing the dress from the waist, she noticed that each time she turned the wide 'V' nearly exposed her brown budding nipple.
Sheepishly, Evelyn stepped out from behind the rack to confront her admirers. "My God! What a body this chick's got!" exclaimed the gang leader. "Look at those tits!"
"Just can't wait, can you?" muttered Eileen.
"Do you think this is really proper for a waitress?" blushed Evelyn as she turned to examine herself in the mirror. The tops of her full ample breasts were almost completely uncovered and she could see the dark shadows beneath the material where her turgid tensed nipples were barely hidden. As she moved, her heavy womanly breasts sways sensuously back and forth, and naturally this embarrassed the simple Midwestern girl. If she carried a tray in this outfit, either her breasts would come flopping out or her panties would show every time she bent over a table.
"Now for a bathing suit. Evelyn, you're so pale and white and with your dark hair you should get a great tan." Eileen held on what .looked like two scraps of fabric. "Try on this black one, it'll look great with your hair."
"Hey, this is going to be quite a show, eh?" Eileen and Slash leaned on the dress rack to watch Evelyn maneuver out of the dress and into a bikini.
Couldn't either of them understand her modesty, let alone her need for privacy? Her only protection was a pair of white nylon panties with elastic circling her waist. But even she didn't feel right about trying on a bikini with her panties showing above. With a groan of abandonment, she slipped them off too. Now Slash would get a good look at her breasts and full smooth thighs and long tapered legs. Evelyn was beginning to feel as if they were making fun of her, making her strip before them both for their lustful pleasure.
The sight of Evelyn in the black string bikini made Slash lick his lips in delight. And with no provocation that she could account for he blurted, "We should be able to make some money off a body like that." And turning to Evelyn he said, "Have you ever done any dancing, Evelyn?"
"No!" snapped Eileen. "We're not sending her to Tijuana, after all, she is my sister, you know."
"No, no! Not Tijuana. We could turn your place into a topless club, you know, like in California. You've been trying to make a go of that dump for so long, and here you've got your chance and you say no. Don't be a stupid bitch. Look at her tits, look!" He grabbed Evelyn by the shoulder and forced her shoulders back in a posture so erect it was almost painful. "Most chicks with big tits have big asses too, but she's got a cute little one, and her tits stand out nice and erect all by themselves ... no silicone."
Evelyn felt tears welling up with the sound of his next command: "Evelyn, take off that top and let's have a look at those tits!" Obediently, but not without remorse, Evelyn untied the bikini top, clutching it tightly in her hands. Her head lowered; she wanted to run screaming out of the store and get away from these perverts who wanted to sell her body and use her innocence for their pleasure. But one look at Slash and she knew she'd better stay.
Slash's face was livid with rage and it was almost impossible to distinguish his face from his hair. The name Devils Disciples flashed to her memory along with the cobra flag waving in the breeze, and the dope they were smoking the first time she laid eyes on this murderous looking animal. "I think I'd better do as he says," thought Evelyn.
"We'll consider it after Evelyn starts feeling a bit more at home and you've come back from Mexico. Until then we'd better lay low," said Eileen compromisingly.
CHAPTER FOUR
Grateful for her sister's generosity in buying her four new outfits, none of which Evelyn considered her modest style, she got up early the next morning to help clean up the ramshackle bar and motel rooms. Apparently, Eileen had her hands full just keeping the place together, not allowing any time for repairs, so Evelyn armed herself with a barrage of brooms, wash buckets, scrub brushes, and rags for a heavy day or work.
By mid-afternoon the windows sparkled what was left of them the floor was the cleanest it had been since the inception of "Eileen's nook", and the lipstick stains were gone from the edges of the chipped beer glasses. This was Evelyn's first real job other than babysitting, and if she was going to be a cocktail waitress she wanted a clean start.
"It's almost time to open," announced Eileen glancing at the Hamm's Beer clock on the wall that had mysteriously lost one hand.
"Come on, let's get dressed!"
The two sister trudged upstairs, weary from a day of house-cleaning, and Evelyn listened attentively as her big sister talked about her bar and motel business.
"Now I don't mean to give you that big sister crap, .but don't expect people out here to act like Mid westerners. I know your prissy friends were all intellectual at the U of Chicago, but now you're in the middle of the desert and people out here haven't even heard of a University. So forget that shit. Folks out here are looser, well, after tonight you'll know what I mean. Now you've got to promise me you won't turn red and run out the door if somebody runs their hand up your leg. Most of my customers are Dune Buggy freaks, and believe it or not they're nice guys, just like Slash."
Eileen let her halter top fall to the floor as she continued. "You see, you're going to be a real boost for my business. I haven't been able to get any help, especially anybody as pretty as you, and the more they can see of that luscious body of yours the longer they'll stay and the more beer they'll drink."
Evelyn's heart started pounding in reluctance at the prospect of Slash's friends running their hands up her thigh. Meanwhile Eileen was stripping naked, ready to pop into the shower and Evelyn couldn't help but look at her sister's thirty-six year old sleek and voluptuously curved body, like that of a young girls. Her breasts were fair-sized and still maintained the youthful bounce and springiness.
"Slash really goes berserk over boobs," Eileen commented, examining herself in the full length mirror and running her fingers lightly over her own light firmly sloping breasts and brown tender nipples. "I've never seen a man so crazy about tits in my life. Sure was glad when you dropped that bikini top yesterday morning. Slash is one guy I don't want to piss off!"
"This is what I'm wearing tonight," smiled Eileen holding up her Levi skirt that was no longer than a pair of cut-offs and a bikini top made from two chiffon scarves of pale green, tied together in one big knot in the front. Evelyn gasped.
"You have to show a little flesh if you want to make money," remarked Eileen as she grabbed a dirty towel from a nearby chair.
"First let's get you dressed. How about the purple laced dress. Slash went nuts over that! Really shows off those supple boobs of yours," suggested Eileen.
Modestly turning her back, Evelyn pulled off her old sweatshirt, took off her bra and was ready to don her cocktail uniform when Eileen's eyes fell on her young sister's white cotton waist high panties.
"Christ, are you still wearing those things? Nobody wears those anymore. Try these," instructed Eileen reaching into her drawer pulling out a pair of fishnet red bikinis.
"But when I bend over..." interrupted Evelyn stuttering.
"That's just the point!" And Eileen won another round. Obedient of her big sister Evelyn slid them on, but was disturbed when she felt them crawling up between her firm round buttock cheeks, and they just barely graced her pubic hair in front.
"Now let's see how you look in that dress!" said Eileen anxiously. "What are you doing, Evelyn?" she asked watching her little sister rummaging around in her suitcase.
"I'm looking for my other bra," explained Evelyn.
Eileen's mouth fell open. "Christ, if I had tits like yours I'd go topless." And then as an aside added, "Well, let's drop that subject for a while."
Evelyn slipped the hideous dress over her head and struggled with the laces to pull them as tight as possible in attempt to keep her nipples from showing when she turned to the side.
Turning to examine herself in the mirror, Evelyn gasped with embarrassment. She was practically naked!
The miniskirt just barely covered her buttocks and was open in the middle from her bosom to her waistline with only the tiny laces keeping it from flopping completely open. The dress was backless except for the narrow shoulder straps.
"If Uncle Ted saw me now he'd drop dead," muttered Evelyn in shock of her own image.
"I'll take you to Los Angeles some time and let you see the cocktail waitresses there. They wear nothing but a "g string" to cover up their shaven little pussies. No top, no nothing. Get used to it, kid!" That was all the consolation she got from her big sister.
Eileen grabbed for her shampoo and headed for the shower. "Now I gotta get cleaned up. Go on downstairs and practice balancing trays or something."
* * *
A few minutes later, as Evelyn was practicing parading from the bar to the table with a tray of four water-filled beer glasses, she heard a rumble that sounded like an atomic bomb going off. "This is it," said Evelyn under her breath.
And then they came bursting through the door. With perfect timing, Eileen rushed downstairs, and politely made certain everyone met her little sister and new cocktail waitress. The men seemed friendly enough as they each took turns shaking hands with her, but coincidentally letting their eyes roam to the cleavage of her exposed milky white breasts. With the women it was a different story; they all seemed to dislike her immediately, and for no apparent reason as far as Evelyn could tell. "Too bad," she thought, "I could use some new friends here."
"How ya' like the desert?"
"Hey, baby, let's go for a ride in my buggy tonight."
Evelyn was flattered with all the attention she was getting from Slash's friends. "Better get these thirsty guys some beer," interrupted her sister, reminding her that it was her job to serve them, not to talk to them. Evelyn picked up the tray and filled four pitchers with beer.
Surprised she was not as embarrassed as she thought she'd be, Evelyn's self-consciousness gave her a rest. Besides, the rest of the girls here were dressed in fashions far more exposing. Her eyes scanned the Buggy Babies surrounding her. Most were very attractive, some even down right beautiful, and they all looked to be about twenty-five to thirty years old. But no matter how attractive or made up, they all looked harsh and aloof; in fact, Evelyn could see a resemblance between them and her sister.
As for the men, it was obvious that Slash was the oldest, and clearly the leader. They all looked tough and moved with swift cat-like steps and watched the door and windows often, as if expecting a squad of police any second. Every remark she overheard was obscene and this carried over in their behavior as they grabbed at her legs or slipped their hands into the V-shaped cleavage pretending to help her by taking the beer glass off the tray. Remembering that decent girls don't react to such suggestive maneuvers, she chose to ignore their sexual moves.
Evelyn's arms were getting tired from carrying the heavy trays stacked with beer mugs, so by eleven o'clock she took a break. Everyone was pretty well loaded by now anyway, and it wasn't until she stopped moving the Evelyn realized that those sips of beer off the overflowing foam had accumulated in her head and was making her a bit light-headed.
Watching the men and women as they pawed at each other, rubbing legs and sticking hands under shirts, pants, and whatever got in the way, Evelyn noticed a temperament in every man similar to Slash's. One Disciple got in a screaming match with his old lady, and Evelyn turned around just as he threw her against the wall. Evelyn expected the other men in the room to intercede, but was aghast to see the woman limping to her aggressor's side, rise humbly to her knees and beg forgiveness.
A few minutes later another rider approached a tall solidly-built woman named Sharon and he neatly slit the strap behind her back with a jack-knife. Sharon, who had small, high-set perky breasts was in the middle of telling a story and had both hands raised' in the air, gesturing. The bikini fell off onto the floor. But again, no one noticed, and no one cared except for Sharon who laughed as she picked up her top and re-tied the strings.
"I'd be really angry if someone did that to me," commented Evelyn to a Buggy Baby standing next to her.
"Whatever for?" asked the other girl. "We go sunbathing in the nude all the time. Every dude in this bar has seen Sharon's tits, even nibbled on them. No reason to get uptight."
"It must be kind of hard the first time, you know, taking off all your clothes in front of so many men!" said Evelyn taking another sip of beer. "Tell me, how long have you been riding with the Disciples?"
Tina swallowed the last drop of beer and looked up at Evelyn with a questioning glance. "You know you're an outsider and we're not supposed to talk to people who aren't in the club. We have rules and if we don't follow those rules we get into real bad trouble," whispered
Tina, looking around the room to see if anyone was spying on her.
"Sorry. I'm new around here and I thought that since you Disciples were my sister's only customers, I'd like to get to know you all better," said Evelyn shrugging her shoulders.
Being a friendly sort, Tina recognized the ignorance of this fresh young Midwestern girl and began relating her story. "I've been riding with the Disciples for three years now. I first met Sam, he's my old man, when I got here from Detroit. My husband was balling every chick in town and when I found that out I split. But it didn't bother me much because I didn't like bein' a hairdresser anymore. Sam's the tall dude over in the corner." Tina pointed to a lanky fellow who was in the process of zipping up his Levi's. What that meant, Evelyn couldn't even guess because the men's room was in the far corner of the room.
"It was hard for me to get used to at first," continued Tina, "but after a while you get used to being a Buggy Baby."
"Why? I had a ride on Slash's buggy and I didn't think it was hard to hang on or anything," remarked Evelyn in her Midwestern innocence.
"Boy, I can't believe you college chicks!" laughed Tina. "This isn't a sorority, you know. We've got some real strict rules we have to follow."
Evelyn's curiosity was reaching its peak. "What kind of rules? Do you play games when you get initiated?"
"Well, the newspapers are filled with stories of the Devil's Disciples, so I guess it wouldn't hurt if I told you some. You see," said Tina waving her hands in the air, "when you first join up you have to prove that you really want to do it. This means all the guys in the gang get to do anything they want to you the first night. And you can't say no. If you do, it's all over. I remember one girl, Kelly, who couldn't take it and..." Tina stopped short and after a few seconds of silence continued. "My poor ass hurt for a week after I got fucked crazy by 'em all."
"Oh, no!" stammered Evelyn bringing her fisted hand to her mouth which issued a short cry of shock.
"It's harder for a new girl. The guys get kinda carried away."
Evelyn filled Tina's glass, anxious to hear more about the initiation and wondering how any female could allow herself to be treated with such disrespect.
"What about after the initiation," asked Evelyn, "do you have to, you know, do it with all of them again?"
"Not always," answered Tina smiling.
"Once you're in, you have to do what your old man tells you. If he wants you to let somebody else suck your pussy, you have no choice. And ever once in a while we have a party in the country where everybody gets loaded on beer and dope and we all end up balling everybody else. But even then you have to do what your old man says. You don't say 'no', never!"
* * *
Slash was drinking rather conservatively this evening, having finished off only two pitchers, and the Chief Buggar spent most of the evening talking in low voices with his second in command, Larry. The two of them were perhaps the most surly looking and feared men from Phoenix to Yuma. Between the two of them they controlled a private army of forty-three men.
Two years ago a gang rode in on their motorcycles from somewhere in the Gila Bend Mountains, but no one knew exactly where because there was no one left to talk. The leader of this rival group mysteriously disappeared and the rest of the riders took off for home base. It seems one of them had made a disparaging remark about the masculinity of guys who rode in dune buggies.
Nearly everyone in the gang, and some of their old ladies included, had warrants out for their arrest for everything from rape, assault and battery, drug trafficking not to mention the suspected murder of a sheriff who was brought in especially to try to pin crimes on certain well-known members of the Devil's Disciples. But nobody was too worried; the new sheriff was sixty-two years old and his only ambition as a civil servant was to hang on just long enough to collect social security upon his retirement. So as long as they didn't cause too much disturbance, the Devil's Disciples were free to do as they pleased.
Eileen had joined in the serious discussion and the three of them, Larry, Slash and Evelyn's big sister sat whispering and drawing maps. The Disciples were running short of cash and it was time they did something about it. It was obvious that Slash had something in mind or he would not have stayed as sober as he was.
Second in command, Larry looked young and agile, like a college football player. His two years in prison attested to his courage and ability to keep himself alive inside the walls of the Arizona State Prison. It was in prison that Larry first heard of the Devil's Disciples, and as soon as his two years were up he rode south.
At a glance one could see he was meant to be a leader. Whereas Slash was coarse and animal-looking, Larry exhibited an intelligent appearance, almost attractive. Although he was big and muscular, he was not cumbersome looking like other Disciples. Larry was a born leader and the respect of his followers proved it.
"Listen," Larry was saying to Slash, "how can I get into her hot little pants?"
"I saw her first!" snapped Slash. "Don't forget who's boss around here. I'm saving her for the orgy in the country."
"Now I don't mean to make you mad, Slash, but you've already got her older sister, plus your old lady, Thelma, and anybody else you might be hard for," rebuked Larry.
"Maybe so, but I've already seen her tits and I'm tellin' you, she's mine!" Slash took another long drink of beer. "She may be a little snooty, but that makes it all the more fun to break 'em in. Now would you get your mind off that little cunt and back on the job. We got plans to make and all you do is sit there with yer fucking cock hangin' out for some dumb little bitch who's probably still got her cherry!"
"Ya, but look at those knockers. Whew!" whistled Larry as Evelyn swished by knocking into their table spilling a few drops of beer which she bent over to wipe up.
"okay, I'll race ya' for her," suggested Slash, "but right now I can't get Eileen pissed off. We gotta have her in on this operation or we got no place to go, you hear."
"But really, you think she's still got her cherry?" insisted Larry.
"How the hell should I know?" retorted the red head. And deciding to tease her a bit, Slash yelled at Evelyn, "Larry here is wondering if you're still a virgin. You still got your cherry, baby?"
"Wha, what?" stammered Evelyn. "Cherry? No, we don't have any hard liquor here, and I think they only put cherries in..."
Larry and Slash cracked up laughing. "I'm askin' you if your a virgin!" chuckled Slash.
"Why ... No!..." and Evelyn's response was greeted with a chorus of laughter.
"Now, we're not makin' fun of you, Miss Snooty, but we all know you're from the Midwest but don't you think it's rather improper for a young one like you to go running around with your tits hangin' out like that?"
Evelyn didn't mind the slur about the Midwest so much, she'd heard that one before, but it was the insulting manner in which he addressed her. "Well, if you don't like it, I'll go put it on!" she answered bravely with her hands on her hips.
"We took a vote here and it's a unanimous decision, everybody here wants to have a look at those tits," said Slash getting up from the table.
Roars from every corner of the room supported his decision. "Take it off, little girl," and "Let's see them boobs you been rubbin' past my face all night."
Suddenly the beer she'd consumed inadvertently all rose to her head and she thought she'd faint from the stuffy cigarette filled room. Everyone rose, taking a few steps closer to the poor trembling girl who was turning paler by the second. Her only escape was the stairway to her room, but quick minded Larry saw her intention and quickly blocked her way. A hand, coming from nowhere, ran up her thigh and tried to get inside her panties, but discovered her near naked buttocks and settled for that instead. When she jumped forward she landed directly in front of Larry who bent his black bushy head over her supple young breasts, ready to unlace her dress with his teeth. "Come on, baby, do a strip for us like you did yesterday for Slash in that dress shop!"
"Oh, God, let me go!" wailed Evelyn. "Oh please, I think I'm going to be sick!"
"All right, little girl," blurted Larry, "we'll let you go this time. But you gotta understand that next time Larry says he wants to see your tits, you show 'em."
"No decent woman would take her clothes off in front of a whole crowd of people," flared Evelyn looking toward her sister for support.
"I can see right now you got some things you gotta learn real quick if you're gonna stay on friendly terms with me and my men. You need some lessons." His eyes flashed around the room, scanning the woman. "Betty, you get on the table!"
The room fell silent. Betty was Larry's old lady and she possessed a temper equal to Slash. She was wearing a Levi skirt that barely covered her buttocks and a sweater two sizes too small. Her hazel eyes flashed at Larry and tension filled the smoky room. She'd had enough of Larry using her for display, this wasn't the first time this had happened. Her poisonous eyes fell on Evelyn as Betty hesitated a moment before climbing on the table.
"Good girl," chimed Larry. "Glad to see you still respect your old man's wishes. Now we want to show Miss Priss here how our babies take off their clothes."
With humiliation and fury, Betty's arms reached for the zipper on her skirt. Shaking with rage, her eyes remained on Evelyn who felt waves of hatred aimed at her. Obeying her old man, Betty kicked off her sandals, slid the skirt over her thighs, revealing a pair of rose red panties even scantier than those binding Evelyn's buttocks. With a closer look Evelyn could see the panties had a slit in the crotch; she must have bought them at the same place I got this dress, thought Evelyn wondering if all the babies wore them. Still glaring at Evelyn, Betty started unbuttoning her yellow sweater.
This was not a strip tease Betty was performing, it was more an act of obedience which her lack of enthusiasm proved. With no effort to appear sexy or provocative, she undressed as if she were getting ready for a shower.
But still, nobody could deny the excitement of the scene, not even Evelyn whose eyes were set on the stripper as she undid the last button, shrugging her sweater off her sleek tanned shoulders, baring her deep widely spaced breasts and small dark brown nipples. It was obvious Betty spent a great deal of time sun bathing, and in the nude, no doubt, since there were no white marks on her lithe body. The excitement of the show confused Evelyn who looked down at her large bosom to notice her nipples sticking out hard and erect under her purple knit dress. 'Why does this keep happening?" Evelyn asked herself almost loud enough for others to hear.
Betty's eyes fell on Larry who beckoned her to take off more, so she dutifully uncrossed her arms that attempted to hide her bare breasts. Again the uneasy sensation trickled through Evelyn's stomach; she could not tell if it was fear or desire. The thought that someone might notice her nipples protruding through the slinky knit dress upset her greatly. She wondered what she would have done were she in Betty's place: would she have stripped naked?
With a final movement, Betty slid the rose panties down off her hips.
"Is that enough?" she snapped as she stood naked in front of the room full of aroused men and women. An electric current shot from Evelyn's head to her vagina and her mouth fell open. Betty had no pubic hair! Nothing hid the thin red slit where the lips of her vagina were closed and the tender bud of the girl's pink tiny clitoris.
Evelyn's eyes followed the naked cunt to Betty's dark brown nipples which were also erect and extended. She too, was excited despite her rage and humiliation.
Then the room fell silent as the tune on the jukebox ended; all that could be heard was heavy breathing. What next? Was it her turn? Evelyn turned, searching out her big sister, for certainly she would come to her rescue if necessary.
"You learn your lesson?" Larry asked. "Now you know that when I want my old lady to show her cunt to the world, she'll do it."
As he spoke, the rider strolled over to the table where Betty stood waiting for her next instruction and ran his hand up the inside of her leg, stroking the soft delicate flesh of her inner thighs, and finally moved his calloused paw to her naked cunt.
"Nobody will ever make me do that!" Evelyn blurted.
"Nobody's gonna make you do anything, honey. Betty here is my old lady by choice." By now his hand had climbed all the way up to the girl's openly vulnerable pussy and the girl moved her legs apart just enough to let him do whatever he wanted. The rider spread the soft hairless lips of her vaginal slit, slithering lewdly one probing finger up inside her smooth wet interior.
"No, you won't be forced. The day will come when you'll beg for us to fuck you, just like Betty here." Then, with his obscenely working fingers he took the naked girl's exposed clitoris between two of them and milked it gently.
"Does this offend you baby?" he whispered to his old lady.
"No, not if you want to."
"Would you let Slash fuck you in the ass if I told you to?" he asked, watching Evelyn's face as he tweaked Betty's clitoris again.
"Yes," was her only reply.
"How about giving a blow-job to every man in the room?" he continued. "Would you blow us all and make us cum in your mouth if I told you to?"
"Yes, Larry," mumbled the girl submissively, closing her eyes as a shiver of slowly rising passion brought on by his lewd words ran visibly through her body. The rider's hand was wet from her oozing vaginal juices now being secreted from the depths of her finger-fucked vagina, and Larry was burrowing deeply up within her with them and stimulating her powerfully.
"Now tell Miss Goody here if there is anything you would refuse your old man."
The tormented, utterly humiliated girl opened her eyes, focused on Evelyn and spoke to her directly with all the passion in her over-stimulated body. "There is nothing I wouldn't do if he asked me," she whispered softly between the low moans of desire rising hotly up between her open thighs.
CHAPTER FIVE
When the two sisters woke up the next morning they were both suffering from hangovers. Eileen's was the result of too much beer and marijuana, and Evelyn's from confusion.
Evelyn walked downstairs to find her sister rolling a big fat joint. "This will either cure me of kill me," muttered Eileen, licking the joint smooth. "Want some? It's about time you start loosening up a bit. Seems you stick your nose up at everything, including my friends." Eileen struck a match on the rough table top. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Eileen. You know I really appreciate your taking me in like this, buying me clothes and giving me a job. But, but ... I guess I'm just not used to that sort of thing, you know, like what happened last night and all. Evelyn felt tears welling up in her eyes.
Eileen took a long hit off the joint. "Well, we're having a real party tonight. I'm closing the bar to everybody except my friends. Now if you're going to be a little snob every time you see some dude give his old lady a kiss on the pussy, then you'd better not come."
Then the tears fell. Evelyn was broken hearted. Was there anywhere she fit into this crazy mixed up world? Couldn't anybody understand that all she wanted out of life was to get her major in anthropology, make a few friends, and make just enough money to support her modest desires.
"Eileen's Nook" was an oasis in the middle of the scorching desert, and in the back of the dilapidated motel ran a stream with banks lined with the few precious trees within a two mile radius. This is where the tearful Evelyn spent two hours deliberating over the confusion of her tormented existence.
"Sometimes I wish I were more like Eileen," thought Evelyn, throwing a pebble into the stream and watching the surface ripple in wide circles. "But these men are so sweaty and crass. Even Jamie..."and her mind froze. Try as she might, she couldn't feel any regret over that spring evening under the apple tree, even if it did cost her her home and education at the University of Chicago.
Her tired mind floated off to that evening with the warm breeze caressing her bare breasts, and oh, the sensation of being filled with warm cum oozing between her inner thighs. Maybe it was worth it. The sun moved from its morning declination and was now filtering through the tree tops, where it came to rest on Evelyn's milky white body. "Oh, the sunshine warms the soul," she whispered in sensual delight as her eyes, heavy from lack of rest, gently closed.
Two hours later Evelyn awoke from the peaceful journey of sweet dreams, picked up her shoes and decided this was the time to start making plans. Obviously she couldn't keep on like this with no stimulation except for Eileen's lewd friends, so she counted out her change as she walked to the bus stop and headed for the University of Arizona Extension campus in the heart of Yuma.
The campus reminded her of the one in Chicago with its tree-lined streets and activity everywhere. I'm in luck," smiled Evelyn eyeing the long registration lines. "This must be the start of the spring session." After ten minutes of waiting in line, Evelyn was headed for the anthropology building on the far side of campus where she spoke to the head of the department who regretfully informed her that not only were all classes filled, but she did not fulfill the residency requirement and that it meant it would cost her $140.00 for the two classes she had chosen.
It was a disappointed and sad Evelyn that arrived at "Eileen's Nook" in just enough time to help clean up the ravages from the night. before.
"Listen, honey, I'm sorry I was so harsh this morning," apologized Eileen. "Now if you'll just grab a broom..."
Evelyn headed for the broom closet and grabbed the mop, still damp from yesterday's cleaning, and began running water in a bucket to start on the floors when Eileen interrupted her.
"Don't bother with that. After tonight they'll look just as bad. Be a good kid and empty the ashtrays for me, huh? There's a lot of roaches hangin' around here and I don't want the cops coming bustin' in on me."
"Roaches!" gasped Evelyn. "Don't you need the exterminator for that?"
Eileen went into hysterics. "You really amaze me! Roaches are the butts of joints, you know, like cigarette butts. Best part of the joint, got the most resin. Anyway, if you find any, put 'em in this dish over here," said Eileen pointing to a disgusting looking array of ashes and cuds of chewing gum.
Dutifully, as always, Evelyn did as she was told. "I hope you don't mind, but I just don't feel like partying tonight, Eileen. Think I'll just go to bed and read or something. I got a really neat magazine today with some short stories I want to read." She didn't mention what was really on her mind: her disappointment of not being able to go to school.
"Hey, kid. What is it really?" Eileen could tell there was something heavy on her sister's mind.
"Okay, Eileen. I went to the Extension today and found out that my classes were both full, and I haven't lived here long enough to get my tuition free."
Eileen gave her sister a long look. "Don't worry, after Slash comes back from Mexico things will be different. I promise. Now I gotta go get cleaned up. This is gonna be one hell of a night!"
Picking up her magazine, Evelyn followed her sister upstairs where she brushed her teeth and climbed into bed. Checking back the tears, Evelyn fell asleep sobbing, her May issue of Seventeen Magazine opened to "My First Love" draped over her breasts.
Evelyn had no idea how long she had been asleep, but it was like waking up to a bad dream. Downstairs directly below her bed the jukebox was blaring "Baby You Sure Love to Ball" so loud that each decibel made her bed vibrate. She got up to open the one tiny window in her room, only to discover it had been painted shut. This was the hottest night she had ever spent in her entire life and the only solution, reasoned Evelyn, was to take off her granny nightgown. With a sob she drew the flannel nightie over her head, remembering how proud Uncle Ted had been when he gave it to her on her eighteenth birthday. "Oh, how long ago and far away it seems," whispered Evelyn mesmerized by the full moon glowing through her bedroom window.
As she moved toward the bed, the light of the full moon shadowed her reflection on the mirror. Startled at the sight of her own lithe milky white body, she stopped to study her image. Having been raised in the Midwest, she was still shy and modest about her body, for bodies were to be kept covered except when bathing. A sense of guilt flashed in Evelyn's mind as she realized that she, a well brought up young woman, was enjoying the sight of her own body.
So this is what all the fuss is about, she told herself as she cupped her naked breasts. If they weren't so big nobody would even look at me. Her eyes traveled the length of her supple ripe young body, roaming over her flat smooth stomach to the lightly curling pussy of jet black ringlets. She had never heard the word 'cunt' before, and it shocked her to hear this precious little organ of hers referred to in such a lewd way.
A deafening crash from below snapped her from her reverie. I'm never going to be able to get to sleep with all this racket, thought Evelyn. It's such a beautiful night out with the full moon and twinkling stars, and Evelyn started searching in the dark room for her Levi's and sweatshirt to get dressed for a walk.
Sneaking down the stairs so that no one would see her, Evelyn tip-toed into the kitchen and quietly took an apple from the refrigerator and broke off a couple of bites of cheese. She had not eaten all day since her grief destroyed her appetite, and she looked forward to a bit of solitude beneath her trees, her lonely spot in this dreadful desert.
The night air freshened Evelyn's spirits and after an hour of silently watching the moon, she wanted to lie down and forget the disappointments of the day. Tossing the apple core into the stream, Evelyn got to her feet and headed for her bedroom.
Each step of the way the noise grew louder and louder. I'm still hungry, thought Evelyn as she approached the back door of the bar that led to the kitchen. The sound of a beer bottle crashing against the side of the wall aroused her curiosity enough to make her peek in the window.
What was going on inside looked suspiciously like the start of an orgy. Most of the mommas had shed their sweaters and blouses, and as her big hazel eyes scanned the room, Evelyn spied Betty singing at the top of her well supported and naked lungs while a rider playfully wound a middle finger around up through the slit in her black bikini panties. Is that the only underwear she owns? thought Evelyn. Nearly all the women had no tops on, and a few had nothing on at all. The air was blue with smoke from joints being passed from hand to mouth.
Searching for her sister, Evelyn spied her near the piano between Slash and his second in command, Larry. Her voluptuous sister's head was back against the piano, lolling from side to side while Slash played with her firmly raised breasts and unbuttoned her blouse, Larry was fishing around beneath her skirt with one hand, doing something which made Eileen's hips twitch, and unfastening her skirt with the other.
Eileen's blouse fell open, exposing her small brown nipples erect and hard. Evelyn could see no more because Slash and Larry ducked their heads in unison, one headed for her tits, and the other her cunt. Then each started sucking lewdly on his chosen spot.
Slash yanked at the side of Eileen's dress and it gave way, leaving her clothed only in her thin red panties. She wrapped her arms around his neck and the leader of the bikers lowered her to the floor, rolling on top of her and covering her heaving breasts with his lips.
Evelyn rubbed her eyes, wondering if this was a dream. Never had she seen anyone making love, especially her own flesh-and-blood. To think that Eileen would allow herself to be mauled like that by these two surly looking men.
"Hey, Slash!" called Larry, poking his leader in the ribs. "Don't get carried away, we're supposed to have a meeting!"
"Ah, fuck the meeting, I want a piece of this sweet little dripping pussy!" growled Slash, positioning himself between Eileen's writhing, widely spread legs and clawing at her panties.
"Come on, let's get it over with," urged Larry. "We're all goin' to get too loaded."
"All right, all right," gave in Slash. "Get these freaks together and lets get it over with. Just when I got a nine-inch hard-on!"
What kind of a meeting this would be, Evelyn had no idea. How can anyone be serious when half-naked? What could they possibly find to talk about?
Other riders were also writhing on the floor, moaning in lustful delight. But Slash's booming voice instantly sobered everyone, as hands reached for blouses and pants, groping around on the beer soaked floor.
Eileen got up, shaking her shoulder length hair and stood beside Slash in all her naked glory. As leader of the Devils Disciples waited for the room to quiet, he inserted his hand down the back of her panties and caressed the firm rounded half-moons of her buttocks.
"Okay, you guys!" shouted Slash. "Let's get our heads together on this before we get too loaded to think straight. Now you all know we leave tomorrow mornin' and everybody be here." A murmur rumbled through the crowd.
"Now here's the plan. We're takin' our chicks down to Mexico for a few days in the sun so that means everybody's gotta be clean. No dope hidden away in your crotch, no booze, no nothin'. We've messed with those damned border guards before and that's how we lost Stan."
"Who's going to stay back here to take care of the money?" asked a rider in the far corner of the room.
"That's taken care of," assured Slash, rubbing Eileen's nipples. "Eileen here takes care of that. She's our go-between while we're down in Mexico tannin' our asses. We head for the desert as soon as we get back. No hangin' around waiting for the Feds."
"And then what?"
"Then our connection comes by and picks up our stuff and takes off. That simple." Slash stroked his bushy beard.
Someone wasn't satisfied. "How come he pays in advance?"
"A buddy of mine back in Los Angeles got ripped off for phony bills. We'll let Eileen here check out the bills to make sure they're the real thing," was Slash's answer.
There was a wave of tension in the air as the Disciples all liked Eileen since they'd been hanging out at her joint, but she was not a member of the riders since she'd never been initiated, and an initiation meant you go along with the gang or nobody asks when somebody says, 'Hey, whatever happened to so-and-so?'
"I'm not so worried about the money," chimed in one rider, "it's the Narcs. Heard they busted the Gila Mountain gang not too long ago for bringin' back dope from Mexico."
A burly black-haired man with a diagonal scar across his face reaching from his forehead to his chin started rubbing his knuckles in anticipation. "Ya, it ain't Eileen here I'm thinkin' bout, she's always been straight with us. It's that prissy HI' sis of hers that makes me nervous. Notice she didn't smoke with us last night, she ain't into this shit. Who knows where she came from?" A chorus of agreement rang through the crowd.
Evelyn's mouth dropped open to hear this. Not only had they insulted her sense of decency, but now they were accusing her of being something she'd never even heard of! What the outcome of this meeting would be, Evelyn didn't dare fantasize. She was frozen with fear.
Another rider stood on the bar rubbing his shaggy head as he offered his opinion. "There ain't no chicks in these parts pretendin' to be college brains and dressin' like some hot little gang fuck. She just stands around watchin' everything we do. How do we know what she's here for, she ain't showed us no birth certificate provin' she's Eileen's sister!"
"Okay. What do you say we take the little bitch along with us?" was Slash's solution to the uproar over Evelyn's identity.
"Sounds mighty sweet to me," whispered Larry under his breath, hoping Betty wouldn't hear him.
Everyone was shocked to hear a woman's voice, since they were seldom allowed to speak at these meetings. "Where is the little cunt, anyway?" Heads turned in the direction of Betty who was still angry about last night.
"Yeah," said Larry, "we'll just take those big tits with us. That way she can't rat on nobody. She'll be as guilty as the rest of us."
"But we gonna have some problems explainin' the extra chick to the border guards, specially since we're supposed to be a group of veterans back from Viet Nam on a weekend vacation. Ain't nobody got two chicks on a motorcycle. That ain't clean," cautioned Slash.
" Betty here will stay at this end and make sure everything goes okay with Eileen, like she don't get hassled by no Feds or nothing." Hearing this offer Betty's eyes flashed in anger, but she knew better than to resist because there was no way she could settle it with her old man. It was Evelyn who'd pay for this!
Slash realized he'd been out-maneuvered by his wily second-in-command, and this wasn't the first time he'd tried it. They'd almost gotten into it one night when they first started hanging out at the "Nook"; both of them wanted Eileen's attention and it was Larry who got firsts that night.
Evelyn stood watching as the riders reached for pitchers of beer, slopping it over the floor carelessly. Nobody knew where she was and that gave her a sense of security. If worse came to worse, she could get her blanket and sleep out under the trees. That would be fine with her; she wanted no part of any of this.
Nobody had noticed that Roman nose flattened against the window, overhearing the discussion of drugs, Feds, and any other incriminating subjects. That is, nobody except for Larry, whose two years in the Arizona State Pen taught him not to move if it meant trouble. Clearly, Larry was the most careful and intelligent of the group and he always kept himself covered, especially when it came to getting his own way.
The fear of being kidnapped by a gang of murderous killers and dope peddlers was bad enough, but why would Eileen allow this to happen? Was she that desperately in need of money? Did she trust these thugs to take her little sister to Mexico unharmed? Maybe Eileen was just too drunk to talk back and reason with Slash, or maybe she just wanted the meeting to be over so she could get back to the three-way.
Tip-toeing up the steps to grab her blanket and whatever else she would be needing to escape to her hideaway, Evelyn could hear the sound of laughter as someone put a nickel in the jukebox which started blaring, "can't get no sa-tis-faction."
' T' ve got to get out of here, no time to lose!" sobbed Evelyn to herself. When would this nightmare end?
* * *
Madly packing the warmest clothes she could find into an emptied pillow case, Evelyn tore the blanket off the bed with fury as she rummaged through her clothing in search of her bulky wool sweater and a pair of corduroy Levi's.
Meanwhile, downstairs Larry gloated to himself over his coup d'etat. Not only would he have that sweet little Midwestern cunt all to himself for three days, but he saw her shadow out of the corner of his eye. Poor little bitch, listening outside the window not knowing what was going to happen to her. If she were smart, she'd be packing up and leaving about now. And that's when he snuck up the stairs.
The orgy was not the first one he'd been to, and Larry was getting tired of the same old worn-out cunts. He knew every hair on every one of those sleazy old mommas' cunts, and it didn't get him off anymore. Besides, ever since he'd lain his sparkling eyes on her, he'd wanted to bite into those breasts. And if her tits were that good, imagine what her cunt must be like!
He halted before the door, listening to her sob as she hastily gathered together her few belongings. With a shove, Larry threw open the door.
"You get out of here!" screamed Evelyn, still naked and bent over her drawer rummaging for her sweater.
"You ain't thinkin' about leaving us, are you?" he chided the horror-struck girl. "We sure would miss you waitin' on our table, brushing those sweet tits over the foam."
Evelyn tried to cover herself with the blanket half-filled with her meager belongings.
"Now there you go again, covering up what the good Lord gave you. Never saw a girl so modest."
"What do you want from me?" demanded Evelyn in a tone of voice she had never used before.
"Now I think you know that as well as I do, since you overheard our little meeting a few minutes ago. You're gonna go to Mexico with your friend here, and I thought I'd come up here and tell you about our little vacation together. And maybe even get to know you better."
"You get out of here or I'll call my sister!" screamed Evelyn with rage.
His raucous response chilled her tender body as she cowered in the corner holding the blanket around her shoulders. "She's down there fuckin' and suckin' with Slash she don't care," chuckled Larry, unbuttoning his shirt.
"What are you doing?" asked Evelyn shaking.
"Why, I'm takin' my clothes off, honey, cause it's time to fuck! You better get used to it, baby, cause we're gonna be together every minute from here to Mexico." Evelyn watched his pants fall to the floor and he stepped out of them with ease and left them where they lay.
"Hmmmmm, that bed isn't as big as it might be, but we'll make do. Hop in, honey, and lie down on your back!"
Shocked speechless, Evelyn looked at his broad shoulders and hair-covered chest that made him look even more animalish. And when her eyes fell on the huge bulge beneath his underwear, she knew she was in for it. She was being held prisoner and there was nothing she could do about it.
The big rider walked toward her with a firm determined look on his broad handsome face until he had trapped her between the wall and the edge of the bed.
"This is gonna be just wonderful!" he assured her. "You're the most gorgeous little piece of ass I ever laid eyes on and I took you right from under old Slash's nose."
"What are you going to do?" asked Evelyn pulling the blanket over her exposed breasts.
"I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he answered simply. "And there ain't a goddamned thing you can do about it, so drop that blanket and get into bed."
Not waiting for her to obey or refuse, his strong brutal hand shot out and shoved her roughly sprawling across the bed. In a minute he threw his burly body down next to her. She struck out at him blindly and he responded by laughing at her inept test of strength.
"How a whore like Eileen can have a sister like you amazes me," he chuckled.
"My sister is not a whore!" retorted Evelyn.
"Really? Listen, baby, it's time you wise up. Your sister-likes fucking better than a rider-likes his buggy and there ain't nothin' a rider-likes better than his buggy. You got any idea what's goin' on downstairs right now?"
"No, I don't want to see," wailed Evelyn miserably, but the rider yanked the rug off the ventilation grate and the light from the restaurant flooded into the tiny room.
The scene resembled something out of a Scandinavian sex film! Everyone in the room was stark naked and they all seemed totally drunk. Off in one corner, Evelyn could see the lithe sun-tanned figure of her sister. She was kneeling down on all fours and locked in an obscene embrace with two riders at once. Slash and another man whom she did not know. Arms and legs were everywhere, and Eileen's head seemed to be completely buried in Slash's openly grinding loins whilethe other man was fucking heavily into her from behind.
Larry watched the young girl's eyes widen as she took in the lewd scene, and then pulled the rug back over the grate. It was something he had seen many times before and the simple sight of a bunch of people fucking did not interest him. He had all that he wanted that night, but this would be something special.
"The last time I fucked your sister, I thought my head would fly off," he chuckled, turning to Evelyn. "Let's see if her sister is as good."
Rolling over on one side, he peeled his undershorts down off his body, allowing his thick hardening cock to spring forward like the shaft of a blunt spear. He grinned at her as they lay side by side, pulling the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth with his fingers and exposing his hard bulbous head of his menacing long penis.
"Like what you see?" he inquired. Larry knew perfectly well that he possessed the largest genital organ in the gang and he was proud of it and what it could do. He'd been picked up for exposing himself to little girls and he enjoyed showing his cock to this young innocent thing, dwelling on what this huge hardened cock of his would do to her tender inexperienced vagina. Evelyn cringed, unable to draw her eyes away from the shocking sight. In her only previous sexual encounter, she had never actually seen Jamie's penis and it had never occurred to her that men could grow that big.
Larry laughed cruelly as she recoiled, trying to squirm away from him on the bed.
"Hey, where ya' going?" asked Larry laughing. "We're just starting to get acquainted. Before I'm through with you, my big pal here is gonna be your pal too. Now, why don't we get rid of that blanket and let me see those gorgeous tits everybody's been talking about."
Evelyn found that the strength had flowed out of her body and she lay almost paralyzed as he yanked the blanket from around her shoulders, leaving her naked and defenseless on the mattress, her eyes still locked on the hard fleshy instrument he held in his hand.
God, she thought, it's too thick. He could never get up inside her with that! Little Jamie had hurt bad enough!
Slowly, he raised himself on his hands and knees and crawled toward her, his monstrous cock hanging between his legs like a heavily loaded cannon ready for fire.
"Please, please don't do it!" she pleaded with him, hoping to arouse some spark of mercy in his criminal heart. If he decided to go ahead and fuck her, she realized, there was nothing she could do. They were making far too much noise downstairs for her screams to be heard and, of course, no one would come to her assistance even if they did hear. In fact, they would probably come to watch. The nearest neighbor was a half-mile away and it was unlikely that anyone passing by would risk his life by trying to fight his way past all the Devil's Disciples downstairs.
No, it was hopeless. Her strength was gone and she was naked and alone, completely at his mercy.
His meaty muscular hands reached her and with a sudden jerk, he pulled her up against him and thrust his mouth over hers, his tongue snaking down past her lips into the depths of her throat. She lay next to him limply, despair filling her mind as she felt the hardness of his angry penis digging into the tender softness of her belly.
There was no escape and she realized it clearly as she sensed his hands roaming over her vulnerable defenseless body. Then the lewdly grinning young man began working his way down the length of her naked figure, running his lips between the twin peaks of her mountainous breasts until he reached the flat tantalizing plane of her stomach. His tongue darted into her belly-button tormenting her and she groaned slightly and seized his hair to pull him away. But with a low growl, he pushed even further down, aiming for the "V" of her thighs and reaching underneath her buttocks with his hands to raise her naked loins up to meet his face.
"No, noooooooo, please not that!" she screamed in angry embarrassment and fear. But he had squirmed upside down on the bed and thrown his leg over her body in such fashion that his knees were on either side of her head, holding her pinned tightly down, while his long dangling cock swung menacingly overhead like the sword of Damocles. His head was burrowing hotly between her legs like a hungry rodent and his tongue flicked rapidly in and out of the moist flowering slit of her nakedly entrapped vagina.
Evelyn's entire body jumped as she felt the electrifying contact between his wet slavering tongue and the tiny pink nipple of her clitoris, and as she raised her head, her lips accidentally brushed the bulbously throbbing tip of his massively swinging cock. She turned her head away instantly, hearing a lewd grunt coming from the hotly licking mouth down between her widespread legs.
Larry took advantage of her movement to improve his position, pushing her legs even further apart and clamping his sweating palms against the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She struggled to pull her legs together again, but it was a hopeless battle against his vastly superior strength. She raised her head slightly trying to avoid his hardened penis and could see down between their two bodies as he poised over her like a beast of prey. Trapped in this unnatural position, the pink moist flesh of her naked pussy was offered up to him in helpless sacrifice and she could see the saliva of her own juices glistening around his open panting mouth as he studied the helplessly spread lips of her vagina.
Slowly, his thumbs moved from the half-moons of her buttocks up into the soft, hair-fringed furrow between her thighs and reached the tender pink flange over her cunt. With a slow torturing movement of his fingers, he drew the pinkly throbbing edges of her vagina apart, exposing the smooth wet interior to his lustful eyes. For a moment, he seemed content merely to gloat over her nakedness as she lay helplessly trapped beneath him.
Then, he snarled like an animal and ground his face abruptly back down between her legs. His snake-like tongue teasingly flicked at the thin vertical opening and began flashing hotly up into the sensitive throbbing walls of her open cunt.
Her body jerked involuntarily as a desperate moan issued from her lips and her buttocks began to grind recklessly down into the lewdly creaking mattress as she futilely attempted to escape this obscene animalistic assault on her helpless loins.
"Please, ohhhhhh!" she cried and then quickly snapped her mouth shut as he jerked his loins lower in an attempt to thrust his huge, heavily pulsating cock into her open mouth. She could not believe that this was happening to her! Oh, god, it was a shocking unbelievable nightmare!
But for the huge, heavily grunting bugger, it was far from a nightmare. He listened to Eileen's sister's groans with keen pleasure, feeling her soft black hair brush against his inner thighs as she flailed her head helplessly back and forth. Again and again, his persistent tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating walls of her helpless young cunt. This was not the first time in his Devil's career that the bugger had ravaged an innocent young woman and he was getting to be something of a master of the technique.
Larry knew that a woman's body can be forced to act independently of instructions from her brain. No woman alive, not even the mother superior in a convent full of nuns, could withstand this abnormal stimulation of the pussy region without reacting in some way. Some things were beyond the control of the mind, and Larry could already feel that the walls of her cuntal passage were beginning to give off the warmly tasting fluids of lubrication which preceded the sex act. There was not the slightest doubt in his mind. Against her will, she was becoming aroused. And, in spite of her puritanical upbringing, there was nothing the snooty little bitch could do about it!
Evelyn sobbed as she felt the tiny flickers of forbidden pleasure beginning to gather inside her unwilling body and slowly radiate out in all directions, into her legs and up as far as her heaving chest. Her breasts jiggled back and forth as he ground his hotly licking tongue up into her with increasing force and she could feel the tiny pointed nipples on her naked breasts becoming rock-hard and erect, despite the horror in her mind.
His mouth and tongue lashed mercilessly up between her open thighs and Larry knew that her surrender was just around the corner and had to come soon. Already she had stopped struggling and was moaning passively and submissively beneath him while he slavered over her. She had to give in! No human female could take this kind of treatment forever.
"Ooooohhhh! God! Don't! Please, don't!" she droned on helplessly even as she recognized that now there was nothing more that she could do and she lay in helpless submission as great tears of grief and humiliation welled up in her eyes. This is the end, her mind dazedly thought. After this, I can never hold my head up again. Who would ever believe that she, a prim, young coed from Elmhurst, Illinois, would ever be lowered to the point where she would lay whimpering and moaning while a wild criminal dune buggy rider slavered like an animal with his tongue up inside her nakedly defenseless vagina. She had never before realized that a lewd obscene defilement like this was even possible and now, god, it was happening to her!
Larry felt her running tears wash over his inner thighs as she thrashed her head back and forth between them and he smiled with grim satisfaction. This would teach the snotty stuck-up little bitch not to go running around with her tits out a mile in front of her and pretending she was better than everyone else! He'd teach her a thing or two and the fuck lessons were going to go on all night. Before they left for Mexico, he'd have her squirming her haughty little ass around like a heated bitch spaniel and begging for it. Maybe he would make her follow him downstairs bare-assed and make her suck his cock 'til he came off in her mouth in front of everybody, just to give her one last little lesson. There was nothing he liked better than taking an innocent young girl who thought she was hot shit and turning her into a community-cunted Buggy Baby.
Giving her an extra-deep thrust of his lashing tongue and pulling her thighs up higher, Larry's eyes fell upon the tiny elastic circle of her anus, nestled fearfully down between the smoothly curved moons of her buttocks.
This should blow her puritanical little skull, he told himself and withdrawing his tongue from her now visibly pulsating cunt, he sent it snaking teasingly down into the tight puckered little mouth of her anus.
When his searing tongue circled the tightly-closed rim of smooth hairless ass-hole flesh, Evelyn felt that she was going straight out of her mind. She clamped her teeth tightly together to deny him the pleasure of hearing her scream, but a strangled half-groan half-gasp came out anyway and her whole body twitched and jerked as if an electric current had just been jolted through her system.
"Oh, god, don't lick me there, I beg you, please don't," she pleaded uselessly, straining in vain to tighten her anal muscles, and force the tip of his tongue back out. The only reaction from the rider was a low obscene chuckle and another jab with his wetly curling tongue into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaaggghhh," she groaned again, feeling a swell of erotic, forbidden sensation sweeping over her body like a wave striking the shore of a beach. She sobbed helplessly, humiliated as much by the involuntary reaction of her traitorously acquiescing body as his lewd unnatural assaults upon her naked genitals. How she longed to be able to lay there coldly immobile, chastising him by her aloofness for having to resort to force and denying him the pleasure of arousing her in the slightest!
But instead, what little self-control she still possessed was gradually beginning to desert her. Larry's tongue slithered slowly, teasingly back up to her wildly-throbbing cunt as his lips nibbled agonizingly on her clitoris, her buttocks jerked back at him instinctively and she found her hands clinging to his thick muscular thighs for support.
She gritted her teeth like a patient receiving a painful injection and fought back against the humiliation with all the strength left to her, struggling against the tiny spurts of frantic sexual stimulation which threatened to devour her helpless body. Larry knew perfectly well what was happening and he redoubled his efforts, slavering his tongue hotly down between her wide held thighs like a madman and covering the whole of her naked wet loins with the widely open cavern of his churning mouth.
Then, without conscious volition on her part, her helplessly aroused young vagina began to jerk spasmodically, grinding hungrily up against his relentlessly lashing tongue instead of pulling away, and her hands roamed up and down his heavily straining legs. For one terrible, tormenting moment she experienced a wild temptation to open her mouth and lick up at his huge, lust-hardened cock, hanging only inches from her open mouth. Slowly, but surely she was forgetting about her sister, the bar below them, the trip to Mexico, her hideous captivity, nothing seemed to matter now but the lewd electric sparks racing up and down her desperately straining legs and rampaging through her erotically trembling stomach.
The man above her was alert to the signs of her impending surrender and he darted his tongue quickly in and out of the now hungrily accepting mouth of her vagina. The soft black pubic hairs surrounding the tongue-spread lips of her vagina were tickling his noise and the lust-inciting odor of her rapidly rising orgiastic juices were beginning to drive him wild. She's all yours, Larry-boy, he gloated. She's really turned on and ready to fuck now.
Evelyn, through the dull haze of her lewdly rising passion, thought that the maddening licking and sucking of her tortured vagina was never going to end and her body bucked and squirmed in helpless subservience beneath him as his tongue flicked into her over and over. Then, abruptly, he stopped, raising his head and turning his body around on top of her so that he looked directly down into her face. First, he bent quickly and plastered his lips against hers so that she could taste the pungently sweet orgasmic juices from her own excitedly seeping vagina and then he backed off, looking at her with a lewd sadistic grin.
"And now, Miss Hot-shit Coed, I am going to fuck you till you can't walk. Spread 'em, baby, Daddy's coming in!"
"No!" she screamed in response, knowing that she had very little strength left in her. But he ignored her verbal refusal and bent over her prostrate body, clamping his teeth down over one nipple and biting her until she moaned in a weird combination of pain and intense sensual pleasure.
"When I'm through with you, my little friend, you're gonna beg me for it,just like Betty does. You're gonna get down on your knees and scream for me to put my hot thick cock anywhere I wanna put it in your cunt, in your mouth, up your ass, anywhere!"
"Please," she stammered, determined to make one last effort. "You're too big! You'll kill me with it!"
His only response was teasing laughter as he nudged her unwilling thighs apart and positioned himself between her legs for his entry.
Evelyn quivered, something perverse and evil deep inside of her now wanting this humiliation and this disgrace. Some evil demon in her mind urged her ownward, fighting against all the moral training she had received since she was a schoolgirl. But her fear was also very great and when she saw him take his hugely throbbing cock in his hand and guide it forward toward her tiny cringing vagina, the fear took over and once again she began to whimper, anticipating the pressure it would cause when he thrust it deep up into her unprotected belly.
Using the thick rubbery head of his cock, he parted the soft hair-lined lips of her vagina and Evelyn turned her head to one side, closing her eyes and no longer daring to watch what was going on. She held her breath, not even daring to breathe, knowing it was going to hurt, but not knowing how much.
He flicked his hips forward slightly.
"Ooooohhh, god!" she sobbed, feeling the pressure against the tight, futilely clenched lips of the thin vertical vaginal opening up between her thighs.
Levering up on her with his powerful shoulder muscles, he pushed again. Christ, she's tight, he grunted to himself, feeling the hard rubbery tip of his cock pop suddenly up into the narrow unstretched passage.
"Aaaaggghhh! God!" she cried again, feeling as if her intestines were being penetrated.
Larry wondered if they could hear her screaming below and knew he was fucking the snooty little bitch but decided that the other buggers were making too much noise themselves to hear anything. A pity, because he would have enjoyed it if someone below had heard the commotion and come up to investigate, finding him fucking his way steadily into her delicate, almost unused little cunt. When they got down to Mexico, he resolved that he would make her strip down and fuck her in front of all of them.
She murmured again with the momentary pain, and he looked down on her fear-contorted face. He was making the stuck-up little bitch enjoy herself, and he was enjoying every minute of it. Her high and mighty puritanical ideas would be gone forever when he finished with her and she would never be the same again. Spread-eagle below him she was writhing, panting, groaning and gasping for breath, reduced now to a defenselessly quivering mass of fearful female flesh and nothing more.
He grinned arrogantly and forced his cock up inside her cunt another inch or two, feeling the hot moist walls of her tightly clasped cuntal passage yield unwillingly before the inexorable force of his driving hardness. There was no stopping him now and he flexed his buttock muscles tightly and shoved himself home, burying his long thick cock in her to the hilt and pushing the softly clinging flesh of her cunt before him. Then, with a heavy grunt, he had slammed it all the way into her, not stopping until his heavy, sperm-laden balls slapped flatly up against the defenseless upturned cheeks of her vainly resisting buttocks.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh god!" she groaned beneath him in hopelessness. It was a sensation unlike anything else she had ever felt before in her life and her vagina felt as if it had been forced apart by the blunted end of a log, never to be whole again. His long, blood engorged cock seemed to fill her cuntal walls completely and she cold feel every tiny ridge and indentation as it lodged itself snugly up in her cruelly stretched young belly.
The huge bugger let his weight settle down on her, crushing her nakedly writhing buttocks further into the lewdly squeaking mattress and flattening her huge, brown-tipped breasts with his chest. He flexed his penis gently, tensing it as hard as he could, curious to see what effect it would have on her.
"Uuuugh," she groaned in response, her normally beautiful face now twisted with the pain and humiliation of lying widespread and serviley beneath him this way.
"Like that?" he asked mockingly, flexing it again to make her moan a second time. "You're gonna like it even better before I get through. Baby, how does it feel to have a real man's cock up inside your snobbish little cunt? Huh?"
"Oh, please," she cried tiredly, "don't put it in any further!"
"Honey, you don't wanna quit yet," he gloated over her. "The fun is just beginning!"
Seeing that her last reserves of resistance were almost broken, Larry began a slow gently rocking motion back and forth between her stretched thighs. He could feel her tight young vaginal passage loosening up slightly with each successive stroke and he realized he was moving more freely now, meaning that her pussy walls had instinctively begun to secrete the natural lubricating fluids.
It won't take long now, he assured himself as he fucked slowly in and out between her open legs. He had started her off well by sucking her cunt, in spite of herself, she had begun to enjoy it. And now, once the momentary soreness of her pussy had passed, he would have her enjoying being fucked too.
For Larry it was not enough just to ravish and humiliate a girl, something almost any strong man should be able to do with mere brute force. What he really wanted was to transform this terrified young beauty into a squealing mass of helpless desire! He wanted to see her squirming lustfully under him, her emotions reduced to a desperate, uncontrollable desire, and he wanted to watch those mountainous trembling tits of her swell up with sexual excitement until they threatened to explode on her chest. He wanted her long, tapered legs locked voluntarily up around his back, urging him on to greater efforts and he wanted to hear her babble out words like fuck, cock and cunt when he emptied his balls deep up into her helpless, cock-filled cunt.
He had known, somehow, the moment he had laid eyes on her, that there was a hot sensual streak hidden in her somewhere just waiting for the right touch to bring it roaring out. Then when he had first pushed his tongue up her involuntarily flowering vagina and felt the first slow, but certain, pulsations of excitement begin, he had known that he was on the right track. Now, it was merely a question of time before she snaked her legs up behind his back and screamed for his penis.
The bugger stepped up the pace slightly, raising himself up on his hands and knees and fucking almost straight down into her so that the long hard shaft of his rigid penis would slide directly across the tiny, sensation-filled bud of her clitoris.
She had stopped groaning now and he knew that the moment was approaching when he would have her moaning with pleasure.
Despite her almost total lack of experience with sex, Evelyn's female instincts told her quite clearly what was happening. The battle that was going on here was psychological as well as physical and she knew she was losing badly on both fronts. This was going to be more than a mere rape of her body and the young girl knew that the fierce bugger would not be satisfied until he had conquered her emotionally as well.
Even now, she could feel her tortured mind and body slipping, no matter how much she tried to focus her thoughts on her hatred for him and what he was doing to her. There were lewd, licking little flames of desire spreading through her fingertips and toes and she could already see where she was headed. Unconditional surrender was on its way and the thought sent chills up and down her spine as the man's heavy viciously jabbing cock skewered powerfully into her.
She sternly commanded her violated body to lay still and stiff but her sensually tormented young muscles were no longer obeying her. Her thighs began to twitch and jerk inward slightly, despite her firm resolution not to submit, and she groaned incessantly as his mouth slavered over hers, her tongue making tentative little return probes up into his tightly locked lips.
The discomfort was gone now completely and her body felt alive and on fire, filled with strange masochistically disturbing sensations unlike anything she had ever known before in her life. The pale innocent face which had been creased by lines of pain a few minutes before was now contorting and grimacing with her growing passion.
There was a moment of great tension as if she were teetering on the edge of a cliff and then she completely tumbled over the side! It was like falling or floating and the pain and fear down between her open legs seemed to have passed by a million years ago. Uncontrolled abandon filled her long sleekly straining legs and they jerked and quivered wildly on either side of his heavily plunging rod of masculine flesh. Her eyes were gently closed as if she were sleeping, but her legs were open wide in acceptance now and her tongue worked its way persistently up into his mouth. Gone were the groans of discomfort; the sounds that spilled from her excitedly heaving chest were now bird-like cries of delight and intense pleasure.
Larry sensed what was happening every step of the way and worked like a madman to reduce her to a quivering mass of over-stimulated female flesh, subtly shifting the rhythm of his hard, piston-like strokes. He fucked into her now with long smooth thrusts, withdrawing his heavily pulsating cock out almost to the lips of her now hungrily flowering vagina on the backstroke and then all the way to the depths of her womb on the forward stroke, searing so far into her that his heavy sperm-filled balls slapped heavily and noisily into her nakedly spread anal crevice each time he thrust himself forward.
Her body began to twitch and writhe more strenuously now as he fucked rhythmically into her and a light fine sweat broke out over her skin. Her nostrils flared sensuously and low hums of submission and pleasure broke from her throat.
Larry lowered his chest onto hers, delighted as he felt himself supported by the twin cushions of her soft, splendidly formed breasts, the two hard little nipples digging hotly into his skin. His hands now free for other work, he slipped them gently down over her soft smoothly working hips and cupped the firm tensed globes of her buttocks, taking one in each hand. The smoothly curved moons were flexing and moving sensuously now between his fingers and he pulled her open loins even closer up to him, opening the crevice between her thighs wider and penetrating her torturously stretched young vagina to greater and greater depths.
As he explored the mysteries up between her legs with his hands, one of his fingers passed lightly over the tiny, unprotected little circle of her anus and a further thought occurred to his lust-driven mind.
Her anus was wonderfully soft and warm to the touch and he ran his finger over it two or three times, feeling her body jerk away each time he touched the sensitive, hairless little ring of flesh. Then, sliding his finger toward her frantically straining pussy and feeling the hardness of his cock thrusting into her, he moistened it slightly in the wetness of her now fully flowing cuntal lips and teased it down again to the rhythmically flexing lips of her anus. Wetting it slightly with the moisture, he abruptly ground it inward. He caught her off guard and penetrated her as far as the first knuckle before he felt the momentarily shocked sponginess tighten desperately around his finger.
"Oooooohhhh god!" she groaned out in protest, surprised by this new source of humiliation. But her futile cries of half-protest, half-passion, were music to Larry's ears and he wormed his finger into her more insistently, working it in as far as it would go and then rotating it around inside, widening and stretching the soft rubbery interior of her vainly protesting rectal passage. Another finger followed the first and once again he felt the resistance drop away from her like a discarded coat. There was no strength left in her to fight him now and he felt her anus gradually adjust to this unnatural depraved invasion.
He grinned evilly to himself as he felt her slowly begin to react with pleasure to this twin punishment of her loins. Doubly penetrated, she gave a low submissive grunt and began mewling hotly, wetly, up into his mouth and screwing her rectum all the way back against the palm of his hand while her loins continued to writhe and twist in a slow uncontrolled passion now around the long impaling pole of his cock.
With the fingers of his other hand, he teasingly circled around the plunging hardness of his penis thrusting deeply into her vagina and found the hard pulsating bud of her desire-swollen clitoris. Pinching it softly between his thumb and forefinger, he teased it back and forth, bringing new cries of abandoned ecstasy to her lips. He fucked into her like a slave of old trying to please his mistress as he felt her vagina opening up to him as fully as it would, as if she wanted to take all of him up inside of her, to smother and drown him in the wetness of her womb.
He knew she was ready to cum and the heavily sweating man increased the velocity of his strokes up into her, fucking wildly between her open thighs and worming his fingers farther and farther into the hotly clutching depths of her rectum.
Moving of their own accord, her desperately straining legs climbed higher on his back and she unconsciously spread them wider and used the muscles of her inner thighs to pull him into her more deeply. The room was filled with grunts and cries, plus the rhythmic sound of naked flesh created each time his pile-driving loins crashed brutally into the widely split crevice of her hungrily sucking young pussy.
She seemed to have become another woman, a different person entirely. Her face was wildly contorted with her approaching orgasm, her tongue swirling crazily up into his mouth and her breasts seemed to grow in size as the rock-hard nipples bored into his chest like tiny spreading bullets.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she was whimpering up into his hotly slavering lips as her moment of ecstasy drew near and he felt her tightly locked cunt begin to contract and expand fiercely around his plunging rod. He quickened the stroke again, wanting to make this a cum she would remember all her life, one she would never forget!
Then he felt her body lurch momentarily out of control, the muscles in her vagina clawing and sucking at his insanely pistoning cock as if she wanted to crush it out of existence. She was panting like a runner at the end of a race and suddenly he knew that the end was in sight for him too.
And then, they came together and it seemed for an instant as if they were both owners of the same body. Evelyn could not for that moment distinguish exactly where his cock ended and her cunt began and her legs seemed to shoot into independent orgasms of their own. A deep searing sensation built up in her stomach and raced upward into her crazily swaying tits as she felt his testicles suddenly explode and begin to jerk down in the wide split crevice of her open buttocks and his pent-up sperm flood hotly into her womb, touching and filling her in places up inside her thirstily accepting belly that she never dreamed could ever be reached.
A low pagan-like groan escaped his lips as she screamed out her fulfillment and the two of them licked and ground into each other's mouths like animals in heat with their bodies jerking convulsively and nakedly against each other.
The spasm passed slowly and lasted a long time, as he finally emptied the last of his cum into her. Neither one of them moved as her sperm-filled vagina slowly relaxed and throbbed to a squeezing tightness around his deflating penis.
As the fog cleared from Evelyn's mind, she was left with a feeling of deep confusion. There was no doubt she had been fucked; and that was the word, she had been fucked good and proper, and waves of humiliation and shame swept uncontrollably over her. A short time ago she had never seen this man before, and now, he had forced his way into her life and raped her and ... instead of resisting him or at least lying there coldly while he took his lewd pleasure between her open legs, she had behaved precisely like a prostitute, waving her thighs in the air and screaming out for more as though she were the lowest of whores.
How should she treat him now? She could hardly order him out of her room or threaten to call the police. There was no doubt she had consented, after remembering the obscene, sexually uninhibited performance she had just staged. Nothing they had taught her at school had prepared her for a situation like this!
"Gotta get some sleep. Gotta ride two hundred miles tomorrow," said Larry coldly.
"Yes," she responded submissively and he rolled away from between her open legs and pulled the sheet up over her naked body, covered now completely with the sweat and sperm of their explosive orgasm.
Evelyn could not fall asleep, try as she may. Thoughts of Jamie flowed through her confusion flooded mind, and for a moment a warm feeling of pleasure crept up her body as she stretched out her legs, cramped from the long sexual contortion. With a deep sigh, sleep overcame her.
CHAPTER SIX
When Evelyn awoke the next morning, her legs stiff from the sexual escapades of the night before, she rolled over only to discover Larry had sneaked downstairs leaving her to rest up for the two-hundred mile ride over sand dunes and back roads. Her eyes were barely open when she heard the familiar roar of dune buggies outside her bedroom window.
"Evelyn!" someone from downstairs shouted. "Get your ass out of bed!"
With a sweep of her arm she threw the sheet off her naked young body, still aching with pleasure and pain, and jumped into her Levi's and her favorite sweatshirt with University of Chicago embossed across the chest. For the first time ever, it did not even occur to Evelyn to confine her supple young breasts in the hooked embrace of a bra.
"Where the fuck are you?" blasted from outside the bar. Scurrying to grab whatever
Evelyn thought necessary for the trip, she threw a couple of pairs of panties, a clean change of clothes, and her hairbrush into a canvas bag, and rushed downstairs. She didn't want anyone to be angry with her for holding things up, and it would be difficult enough facing these people after her little show last night.
What got into me, anyway? Evelyn asked herself, running a comb through her silky black waves. How could I have done that? Not even resisting, and then enjoying it yet! For the first time, she openly admitted to herself that it was not a case of rape and she could not hold Larry totally responsible for the night before. Where is he anyway? she wondered, scanning the row of buggers lined up outside of "Eileen's Nook". Each bugger was decked out in his finest riding gear, complete with black leather jackets with the Devils Disciples emblem of the cobra on the back of each. Evelyn had never seen such a piece of clothing in her life! Zippers on the breast pockets, zippers on the sleeves, zippers on the side pockets, and even a zipper on the lower back where emergency stashes were kept.
Beside each bugger was his baby, all dressed up in jeans so tight every curve and hair was outlined in form. Evelyn looked down at her own loose-fitting sweatshirt and Levi's in embarrassment. She looked like somebody's little sister, indeed.
"There's that little bitch!" someone hissed behind her. "It's about time you got your sweet cunt out of bed. How'd you like your fuck last night, Miss Innocence? Hope he got you good, rammed his cock up your ass!"
Evelyn had never heard such talk from a female before in her nineteen years of life. If there was anything that offended Evelyn, it was someone attacking her sense of decency. "Why ... I didn't..."
"What kind of stupid chick do you think I am anyway?" Betty's red hair standing on end with rage and her eyes bulging out of her head reminded Evelyn of that night not so long ago when Uncle Ted had found her with Jamie. Evelyn felt as if she'd seen her before. When she spied a shining metallic object hidden in the belt of Betty's jeans, Evelyn took a few steps backward as Betty's hand moved to her belt.
She felt like running and crying, but where could she go? Her sister wouldn't protect her; Betty was Eileen's friend. And what about Larry, what would he do?
Glancing frantically about her, Evelyn noticed a stir in the crowd. The excited laughter had stopped, and although all eyes were on her, no one made a move to help. Would these people stop at nothing to torment her? Maybe everyone knew about last night and were angry too. Tina's comment about one bugger's baby not making it through initiation flashed through her mind, leaving her in trembling terror.
It had been a long time since someone's old lady had found an uninitiated chick fucking her old man, and it was due cause for revenge, dictated the rules. "He ... he raped me," muttered Evelyn in a low voice, hoping no one would hear.
"Sure." Betty's hand was groping for the knife handle. "I suppose everybody groans and purrs when they get raped. I heard you last night when I went up to Eileen's room to get more grass. You was pantin' like a horse. Raped you, shit! You was fuckin' his cock like it was goin' outta style," slurred Betty.
And then another voice out of nowhere screamed, "Betty, get your hand off of that knife!" Evelyn recognized the low growl of Larry. "Get your cunt back in there," Evelyn recognized the low growl of Larry. "Get your cunt back in there," demanded Larry, pointing to the door and throwing her down on the steps, making the door creak on its hinges.
Turning to Evelyn, he commanded her to get into the buggy and be quiet. Everybody had to keep a cool head, for this was the biggest deal they had ever tried to pull off, and fighting among themselves was not part of the plan.
"I'll get you for this, I swear," threatened Betty, shaking her fist at Evelyn who lost no time situating herself in the saddle of the buggy. "You wait, this ain't over yet!"
Tina, obeying the command of her old man, climbed in his buggy, and turning to Evelyn said, "Remember the rules, honey, and there won't be no trouble. Betty's got a temper as hot as her red hair and she won't forget this. I seen her one time pullin' a chick's hair right outta her pussy just for touching her old man's cock. Fuckin' him is another thing."
"But I didn't ... he forced me to!" insisted Evelyn at the point of anger and wringing her hands.
Tina chuckled, trying to make light of the situation, and being one of the more humane in the group thought Evelyn should know that Larry had wasted no time in boasting of his conquest. "It's no secret, honey. Slash went upstairs with Betty last night and he came down raging at Larry, sayin' you was his piece and that he's chief which means he don't take no sloppy seconds. Why, Betty says you had them little legs of yours wrapped around his neck screamin' for more cock. Better watch out for her, that's all I can say," warned Tina.
"Why isn't she mad at Larry, he's the one who came after me!" reasoned Evelyn. Remembering the show she'd staged last night, Evelyn blushed with humiliation, not only for letting herself get carried away and fucking him back, but for denying any participation.
Thinking that Evelyn should be made aware of the tension between Slash and his second in command, Tina continued: "Everybody knows that Larry's got the biggest, hardest cock in the gang. He got me in the ass one time, and I swear I jumped ten feet. Why that rod of his is made of steel ... anyway, Slash, he's mad..."
"Tina! Shut your goddamned fuckin' mouth!" The voice made Evelyn jump. "We got 'nough trouble without you shootin' off yer fat ass mouth!" ordered the bugger as he hooked the steel apparatus replacing his right hand onto the wheel as he pulled himself into his buggy. And turning to Tina, gave her one last warning. "If I hear you causin' trouble again I'll ram this steel fist of mine, hook and all, right up your cunt!"
Evelyn squirmed in her seat, waiting for Larry to finish his important business with the third and fourth in command. That's when she learned the buggies were lined up according to their place in command, putting Larry next to Slash who sat there stiffly in his seat, revving up the motor. His bushy head turned to glare at Evelyn, and if his eyes could have spoken she would have covered her ears.
"Now here's the plan..." Larry was an impressive sight as he stood with his hands on the hips of his tight jeans, his black leather jacket zipped open almost to the waist revealing his naked and hairy chest. "Everybody forget about bein' a desert rat. When we cross that border we ain't no Devils Disciples, we're vets just got home from the war. First Slash goes by to make sure they ain't layin' for us. We heard they're gettin' heavy with Feds. Next I go through and tell 'em I'm head of the group. That's when Gary goes through and let's 'em make sure they see that hook hand of his. Ain't no way they won't believe us when they see we're all with dates, goin' to Mexico for a weekend of sun and R and R." His eyes following down the row of the eleven buggies, he said, "Any questions?"
"Yeah! What road we takin' to San Vicente?"
"What the fuck kinda bugger are you? We make our own road, ass-hole!" blared Larry.
"I just thought that since we's Vets, we'd be real blown out and nervous," insisted the rider in position number eleven.
Last minute adjustment to packs, and they were off in a cloud of dust so thick it made Evelyn cough for ten minutes. Larry had strapped her into the traditional Buggy Baby position on the saddle fastened to the seat. Despite the protection, Evelyn almost flew off the seat as Larry's speedometer hit ninety miles an hour. Slash's buggy pulled ahead of the crowd.
"Where are they going?" asked Evelyn, hoping for some contact with the man who had raped her the night before.
"He's pullin' ahead to watch out for Feds and police. Safety precaution," and that ended the conversation.
The scenery left Evelyn speechless. Never had she been to Mexico, although her friends had invited her for the Semester Break last year. She hadn't been able to raise enough money from her meager babysitting jobs, and she cried all night before waving goodbye to her sorority sisters who returned tanned and full of stories.
She imagined Indians hiding out in the caves of the desert, high in the hills out of touch with all but the lizards and snakes that sliced the desert sand. The sun beat down on her pale white skin, and for a moment she considered taking off her sweatshirt, wet with perspiration, as she groped in her bag for the bikini her sister Eileen had bought for her. With a deftness almost belying her innocence, Evelyn slipped the string top over her shoulders after pulling her arms out of the sleeves.
It was fortunate for Evelyn that she was strapped in so tightly, for riding over the dunes, the buggy careening right and left mercilessly, was not like a convertible car ride. Evelyn glanced down at her bikini top to make sure it was fastened securely. Her full milky white breasts were now almost completely exposed to the sun's healing rays, except for her nipples, hard and puckered, showing beneath the tiny patches of the bikini.
With her fragile delicate face turned to absorb the warmth of the sun, Evelyn sat up erect. By now she had lost her fear of moving at such high speeds. Between her legs the buggy vibrated gently but powerfully and the vibrations traveled up through the seat into her damp "V", at first making her nervous and twitchy. After a while, she began to appreciate the quivering sensation as it soothed the soreness of her vagina, its massage sending ripples to her belly. Soon the vibrations were so strong that the feeling she was experiencing were undeniably stimulating!
The sensation was pleasant and she soon enjoyed the gyrations of shifting back and forth in her seat, that is until visions of last night's, performance flashed through her mind and she sat up, concentrating once more on the scenery.
Clearly, Slash was creating his own route. Evelyn looked back to see if the other nine buggies were following, but the blowing sand lashed her face and she could not see.
For three hours now Larry had not spoken a word, and Evelyn took it as a hint to sit quietly and not distract his attention from the winding path Slash was cutting through the dunes. No wonder these guys are all so tough looking, thought Evelyn, holding onto her saddle as they plowed through a dune, dodging a coiled diamond back rattle snake.
* * *
"Don't open your mouth," instructed Larry as they approached the border guards. "Remember, you're my girlfriend and we're down here for a weekend of fun. One peep out of you, and you're done for."
They all sighed with relief as the last of the eleven dune buggies crossed the border headed for San Vicente. Many of them had not even been asked for identification. "It won't be that easy on the way back," warned Slash, lighting up a joint at the wayside in celebration of their safety. "Nobody smuggles dope as simple as that back into the States."
"Next decent place we see we're gonna stop for some good Mexican food," promised the hungry leader. Slash seemed to be enjoying himself more than Evelyn thought possible. Usually he snarled and smirked at everything and everybody that didn't have its legs spread. That is until his eyes fell on Evelyn, and his expression changed completely.
Evelyn sat next to Christine at the restaurant, or what might be more accurately called hut. Chickens roamed the yard of the cafe with open freedom, some even peeking their heads in the door with open-eyed curiosity at the row of disheveled heads, wind-blown and sand-blasted from hours of swerving desert hills and whatever crossed their path.
Other than Tina, Christine was the only woman who spoke to Evelyn openly; all others must be holding to the rules about outsiders, assumed Evelyn.
"You having a good time?" asked Christine, whose reputation for befriending women had been the subject of many overheard discussions, as she rubbed her leg surreptitiously against Evelyn's.
"Yes, it's been fun so far," commented Evelyn, trying not to look.
"This the first time you ever been on a buggy?" asked the girl with a twinkle in her evil eye.
"Well, Slash gave me a ride once..." Evelyn stopped, noticing Slash look up at the mention of his name.
"You felt it yet?" Evelyn wished the girl would talk to someone else for a change.
"Felt what?"
"Come on, it ain't nothin' to be ashamed of. You must have felt those vibrations between your legs. You mean you ain't cum yet?" Christine would not back off.
Evelyn flushed crimson, remembering the sensations following her leg up to her crotch.
"Just a few tingles," admitted Evelyn, wishing the girl would drop the subject, or at least question her about something a little less personal.
"Guess you gotta loosen up," and Christine's hand reached toward Evelyn's crotch. "I guess you ain't loosened up yet. I cum three times today already. You gotta slide your ass back as far as it will go without falling off the saddle and then lean way forward so the horn of the saddle rubs against your cunt. Greatest sensation there is, honey. Try it when we get rolling again."
Evelyn was beside herself feeling the hand gently massage her cunt in rhythmic strokes, and she hoped the wetness from last night's orgasm had not soaked through her Levi's in testimony of the night's writhing pleasure.
"All of us do it!" confided Christine, removing her hand from Evelyn's crotch and touching her own. "We got contests for this, you know. Chick with the most cum gets my personal tongue-felt congratulations," she said smiling.
* * *
They finally reached the point of destination just as the sun was about to set over the hills of San Vicente. In rainbow colors of blue, pink, purple and orange, the sun's brightness gave way to the moon, still nearly full and round.
Stiff from the day's ride and bewildered with what was coming before her, Evelyn jumped out of the saddle after fighting with the straps for five minutes as the eleven buggies screeched to a halt outside of a man called Don Juan's plush mansion.
Never had Evelyn seen such a display of. wealth, and for a Mexican, too! The Spanish structure was located in the middle of an oasis of watered lawns, flower gardens, and water fountains. And in the midst of it was a swimming pool with a six-foot tall cement cupid in the center, spewing fresh water into the heated pool through its erect little penis. Surrounding the pool were innumerable statues of the Virgin Mary.
"What are we doing here?" Evelyn whispered to Larry as he undid the pack from the back of the buggy.
"That's Don Juan there," grumbled Larry as he pointed to the paunch bellied little Mexican man with leathered skin and glittering black eyes who approached Slash with open arms. "Old friend of Slash's from long ago. Slash was an orphan and ol' Don Juan took him in. Parents were killed by a gang of Mexicans."
Evelyn shuddered.
"He always throws big parties and takes care of us like we was his kids," explained Larry.
Don Juan was a well dressed but fat man, probably in his sixties, who returned Evelyn's glance with one that penetrated her bones and sent a chill of fright through her lush young body, wondering what new and probably unpleasant experiences would greet her here. She was still feeling churned up after the long ride and there was a sensation of sexual tension in her loins which would not go away. Evelyn could not figure out if it was the saddle or the hand of Christine that left its touch still with her.
Slash and Don Juan left the group, talking in low voices. Obviously it had something to do with business. The rest of the riders followed Larry into a huge dining room filled with potted plants, book cases, and a bar sporting row after countless row of whiskey, wine, scotch, tequila and anything else drinkable.
Dragging his lamed foot, Tony, eighth in command, reached for a bottle of Tequila Gold and lifted it to his thirsty lips, then passed it to his old lady who in turn passed it on. It stung Evelyn's lips and having not eaten for five hours, it shot immediately to her head. She had drunk wine with Uncle Ted at Christmas dinners, but other than Communion she never imbibed, except for Jamie ... well, that wasn't her fault. Larry poked her in the ribs each time the bottle was passed to her, and trying to keep peace as long as possible, Evelyn dutifully took a long swig each time it was offered.
Raucous laughter greeted them as Slash and Don Juan came out from behind closed doors. "All cool," assured Slash, grabbing for the Tequila bottle. "Tonight we're gonna raise hell, tomorrow we leave with the stuff."
Don Juan, removing wine glasses one by one from the mahogany liquor cabinet, announced, "While you are here you are free to enjoy the luxury of my home. Here we have room for you to stay as long as you wish. However," he continued in his aristocratic tone, "it is wise you not stay long. Tomorrow evening I entertain the Chief of Police. He is a smart man." He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Slash standing beside him.
"Tonight you enjoy my humble entertainment," said Don Juan with a hint of pride of what was to come. "If you wish to swim, please be my guests," and he pointed to the veranda beyond.
Many of the Disciples headed for the refreshing offer of a swim. Evelyn felt the sweat run down her back and thought of how great a swim would be; but on second thought, she declined. No more scenes like last night, she promised herself.
A table was carried out by Don Juan's servants who paraded back and forth with silver platters heaped with sea food: shrimp, prawns and even abalone. Evelyn's mouth watered and she reached for a nibble. Her head was beginning to feel heavy from the Tequila and her stomach rumbled with hunger.
How nice it would be, thought Evelyn, if we were just here for a vacation. I could take a swim, enjoy the food, and maybe even feel good about drinking. But I'm a captive, kept ringing through her confused and dizzy head.
"And now for the entertainment," the smiling Don Juan announced as he tilted the decanter to fill Evelyn's glass with wine. His eyes fell on the young sweet breasts, pink from the hot desert sun. The black twinkling eyes met hers, and she cringed as he touched her hand, taking full advantage of the proximity of her right nipple.
"Are you ready, my lovely one?" he smiled a lewd little smile as he tweaked her nipple between his hands.
"Muchachos!" he called, snapping his fingers. "Wine, wine for our American guests, and special wine for this blessed young thing!" Don Juan's eyes ravished her body and she could have kicked herself for not putting on her sweatshirt over this nearly nonexistent top.
Servants came running, most of them young Mexican girls with lithe figures and hair reaching to their tight little buttocks. Don Juan kept a household suited to his taste, with young women, many of them still virgins, whom he kept for special occasions or guests. Don Juan had a reputation for his bizarre sense of entertainment, and few guests returned from an evening of his hospitality without some tales of young girls, dogs, little boys, even snakes.
"Shall we all retire to the veranda?" Don Juan suggested, snapping his fingers at the servants who immediately picked up wine bottles, trays, and open dishes and scurried toward the swimming pool where the entertainment was to commence.
"Come with me, my sweet," said Don Juan to Evelyn who was not certain if she was to be the entertainment for the evening. But she followed him with no argument, as Larry was beside her poking her in the ribs again which she interpreted as "go along with what's happening or else".
Mexican mariachi music greeted her ears as Evelyn stepped through the doors, and saw what approached a Roman food orgy. Buggers were stuffing their mouths with the delicate hors d'oeuvres, cocktail sauce running down their beards, and drinking the aged wine from the bottle, not bothering with formalities of glasses.
Christine sat dangling her long legs in the swimming pool and a young Mexican servant girl sat at her side, stuffing her mouth with sauteed oysters, for which Christine gratefully stroked the adolescent's buttocks length hair down over her shoulders and into her hair-fringed young vagina.
Evelyn was surprised that the Devils had not started in with their own lewd party. They must respect Don Juan to be as polite as they are, thought Evelyn, or they would have torn the place apart by now. Obviously Don Juan held some control over them. Did it have anything to do with the business deal, she wondered?
Someone cleared off what was to be the stage, decorated with flower arrangements and overhead lights which had been turned on since sunset. The entire area was covered with double poolside mattresses.
A woman and a young girl walked on stage in rhythm to the now softly changed Latin music. Evelyn was surprised to see a white woman in the company of Don Juan's menagerie. All heads turned as the spotlights aimed at the long white hair of the woman who appeared to be in her forties.
The crowd silenced. Half-naked bodies crawled out of the pool onto the lounges, and mouths were wiped clean on shirt sleeves in anticipation of the coming attraction.
The spotlights aimed at the large woman, and Evelyn was shocked to see that not only was her hair white, but her skin was so light it looked as if she'd never seen the light of day. Evelyn's lower jaw dropped four inches when the woman's eyes caught hers. They were pink! "She's an albino!" gasped Evelyn, covering her mouth with her hand in embarrassment.
Her companion, a young, almost girlish appearing boy, had the dark skin and eyes of a Mexican peasant and looked to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. Despite his youthful face, the boy's body was already almost mature and soft smooth lines of his body showed clearly through the light, brightly-colored peasant costume he was wearing.
"This should be good," whispered Larry, standing beside his prisoner.
"What are they going to do?" asked Evelyn, happy that Larry was finally talking to her civilly and not ordering her around with his fists and threats.
She took another long drink of the sweet wine. "Are they going to dance?" she whispered, secretly hoping for a strip tease.
The music was turned up a few more decibels and the show was about to begin.
The boy was not a good dancer in spite of his elegant, graceful body, and Evelyn felt sorry for him as he tried to follow the steps of the massive woman beside him. The pink-eyed albino woman, her face hard and sinister from the heavy black eye makeup that lined her eyes, had huge breasts, even larger than Evelyn's. The older woman kept smiling at the audience as if there was some secret that they shared and as she swayed in time with the tempo, Evelyn could see that the albino woman had broad hips.
At a certain point, the white woman stepped behind the lithe young Mexican boy and put her hands on his frail shoulders. The Mexican must have been told what to expect since he showed no sign of surprise as the albino began running her hands lasciviously over the young boy's body. The two of them danced together for a moment, their bodies pressed tightly together front to back, and then the albino's hands traveled sensuously to where her partner's shirt was buttoned at the throat, slowly and deliberately beginning to undo it.
Encouraged by the savage grins coming from the audience, the young dark-skinned boy smiled shyly as he was gradually denuded. As Larry had suggested, he was evidently prepared for a strip tease. The albino's fingers undid the peasant garment down off his shoulders, exposing a soft-skinned young chest.
Without taking his eyes off the exciting spectacle, Larry took a long swig from his glass, beaming down at Evelyn who was keeping up with his drinking pace.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked her, trying to make her feel a bit less jumpy. Larry had been to other of Don Juan's parties and he knew he always had an orgy. A tingle of excitement traveled up his leg to his groin as he watched her luscious lips wrap around the wine glass to suck more of the wine. He wanted to loosen her up a bit and wine would do that. Keep on drinkin', baby, he thought. He had a plan in mind, and she'd have to participate if it were to come off a as planned.
The wine would certainly help, and he knew from experience that her now well broken in young cunt must have been oozing with passion after that ride. And after watching what was about to happen, she couldn't help but get off. He looked at her beside him, her long black hair on the pale shoulders shining in the light, and he noticed how enraptured she was by the woman's assault on the young boy.
As his pants slid down over the Mexican boy's legs and fell to the floor, the bugger put his arm casually around Evelyn's shoulders and pulled her closer to him, his hand falling carelessly onto her right breast. To his surprise, she did not pull away from him, as he had expected, but allowed her weight to rest against his chest, as if they were old familiar lovers.
The young, dark-skinned boy was now clad only in an abbreviated pair of shorts which barely covered the now slightly rising young cock between his thighs and he was not looking quite as confident as he had been a few moments previously. He trembled visibly as he turned, still moving gracefully in time to the music, facing the older woman and mechanically unfastening the long flowing gown the albino dancer was wearing. The dress fell to the floor as the big woman shook her shoulders impatiently and the spectators gasped with surprise, seeing that she was now totally naked.
Even the vulnerable young Mexican boy seemed to be surprised, and for a moment he stood flat-footed, completely losing the beat of the music and staring at the enormous bulk of white flesh which had been unexpectedly revealed to him.
But the tall albino simply smiled, paying very little attention to the audience, and her massive swinging breasts rocked back and forth as she shook her body to the increasing tempo of the music. Her eyes locked on her young victim's face, the albino slowly dropped to her knees, her body still swaying sensuously from side to side and her hands running down from the young boy's shoulders to his slender hips. With a sudden movement, his shorts were ripped off and flew into the air and Evelyn saw one of the Dune Babies snatch them up in mid-air and sniff at them lustfully. Evelyn cringed.
But for the slender frightened Mexican boy, the situation was not nearly so humorous, despite the ribald laughter from the audience. He was clearly unaware that things were going quite that far and it was also obvious that he was afraid of Don Juan since he kept sending fearful glances in his direction.
But the master of the mansion made no attempt to interfere, standing in the back of the room with his arms crossed across his chest and smoking a huge cigar that sent smoke rings above his head.
Still on her knees, the albino woman began running her lips lightly over the young boy's soft yielding stomach and Evelyn's eyes widened with shock and surprise. Two things suddenly became clear to her. First, the big woman was a nymphomaniac, one of those perverted women her uncle had always warned her about, and secondly, all of this was news to the poor Mexican boy who clearly did not know what was expected of him at this point. At first, he tried to play along with this unnatural affection, continuing to sway back and forth, tiny beads of perspiration forming on his back and rolling down over his firm tensed buttocks.
She felt terribly sorry for the boy, but the wine had climbed straight to her head and Evelyn found herself admitting that it was a very exciting scene indeed. The big woman's lips dropped to the young Mexican boy's half-hardened young cock and the spectators could all see her thick red tongue flashing out at it with the rapidity of a snake. In vain the Mexican boy reached down and tried to push the white hair away from his slowly hardening young cock, but his resistance only made the woman's eyes flash like a snake. Evelyn was horrified but in a pleasurable way.
But this was the opening the woman had been waiting for! With a quick, judo-like movement, she tipped the Mexican boy over backwards, spilling him flat on his back and then, moving with surprising speed, climbed over him in the "69" position, pinning her victim securely to the floor.
The pretense that they were engaged in a strip-tease was now totally gone. This was raw animal sex, one woman raping a young helpless boy, and Evelyn shrunk even closer to Larry, half-terrorized and half-fascinated by the barbaric scene before her.
In all honesty, she had to admit to herself that the events of the day had each contributed somehow to stimulating her sexually and she could not ever recall having been so turned on as she was at this moment. Larry sensed her condition and began to caress her heavy swollen breasts, encountering no resistance from her.
The slender young Mexican boy was now totally defenseless as the naked woman sprawled on top of him with her mouth locked tightly around his now sensuously hardened young cock.
Excitement from the scene was spreading quickly around the room as buggers reached for the nearest woman. Clothing started to come off and bodies writhed and squirmed on the thick lush grass surrounding the pool. Don Juan's parties were no disappointment, thought Evelyn, watching a young servant girl being pulled to the floor into an obscene, panty-exposing position.
Almost forgotten in the general confusion, the woman on the stage buried her face deeper in the dark fluffy pubic hair of her partner and began sucking his naked young cock even more furiously, ignoring the pleading moans coming from the young boy's mouth whose cries had turned from shock to overwhelming pleasure.
But no one watched; there was too much else going on.
CHAPTER SEVEN
This is it, thought Evelyn, taking one last swig off her wine glass in attempt to arm herself for what she knew was to follow. There were naked bodies all around her and Larry was ripping off his clothing, anxious to get at it and there was no question in her drunken head that this was one orgy she wouldn't be able run away from.
Evelyn was close to tears. What ever could she do? All she wanted out of life was to get her Masters in Anthropology and eventually get a teaching job where she would be able to make use of her talent.
She didn't want to be masturbated by machines and have women feeling her crotch to count her cums, and she didn't want to have to flinch every time some crass animalistic man raised a fist at her. In her two sexual experiences she had never been given the grace to choose when and how it would be rammed up her tender vagina.
She didn't want to be lent out to an unknown man who would do with her as he chose, either. But that was what she was in for and she knew it!
Let me out of here! her mind screamed. I can't be a prisoner forever. But where would she go if she did run? But deep inside she knew that it wasn't being held that upset her so, but what she would really do if she could escape? She winced remembering how she had fucked him back the night before, with his lips and tongue far into her cunt. It felt so good. Again these sensations were attacking her, in her breasts, her thighs, and her cunt, now dripping with juices of arousal. She glanced over at Larry, his shaggy hair and broad hairy chest attesting to his brawn, not his brain. If she were ever to get seriously involved with anybody, it would have to be an educated man.
Already Larry's hands were roaming over her body, undressing her and touching her in places where she was most vulnerable while her will to resist was rapidly flowing out of her. It was true that she was a captive, and that she had no alternative. It was also true that she was thoroughly drunk, but she knew in her heart that these were only excuses. Down deep inside she wanted it again, the humiliation and the shame, the defilement and anything he could do to her and more.
The room spun around in circles and she felt as if she were floating in a sea of flesh. There was the odor of sexually aroused bodies; shouts of laughter and screams of lust all around her and she discovered that she was now naked and lying before him, waiting. Out of the corner of one glazed eye, she saw two lusty buggy babies throwing the albino woman off of the long-suffering Mexican boy and then piled on top of him themselves.
Larry was crawling over her and she waited with breathless anticipation for the weight of his body to come crushing down on top of her. But he kept coming toward her as her fogged mind drifted lazily like butterflies on a summer breeze, and she watched his strong erect cock seeming to become larger and larger still as it approached.
There was nothing she could do and Evelyn rested her spinning head on someone's leg as she waited for his powerful hardness to storm into her open willing vagina like a train streaming down the track.
But the lustful perverted bugger did not pause as he slid the hugeness of his cock up over the soft black hairs surrounding her pink-lipped vaginal passage and the long hardened column scraped over her smooth flat stomach, tickling her unmercifully. He stopped as it encountered the softness of her breasts and, taking his cock in his hands, the rugged Devils Disciple tormented each of her brown swollen nipples with the softly seeping head of his cock, exciting each of the soft tender buds into erotic hardness.
Larry was conscious of the fact that some of the other riders had stopped playing their own games in order to watch his progress. Everyone knew by now that he had fucked her the night before and the gang was curious to see if he was going to succeed in pacifying this newly-conquered cunt. Even Slash looked up from the corner where he was fucking into the faithful Thelma and glared jealously across the room at his second in command.
The tough hard-bodied young Disciple was delighted to be the center of attention and he hoped desperately that Evelyn would not take it into her mind to start resisting him now. He had gotten off her clothing without any problems and she seemed to be well on her way, but he wanted to do something which would really amaze the gang and he was inwardly afraid that she would react negatively when she understood what he had in mind.
Better get her a little steamed up first, he told himself, and he reached behind him and slipped his hand gently into the rich, dark curls of her warm pubic hair, carefully spreading the pink fuzz-covered lips between her thighs and locating the tiny, moistly throbbing tip of her clitoris. As the Disciple's fingers touched her there, Evelyn's body jumped as if she had been stung by a bee but when his hand began skillfully caressing her naked pussy, all the muscles in her legs and buttocks started their involuntary actions and her hips began grinding helplessly into the floor.
Evelyn's eyes were closed but the young girl sensed the others were observing her and she guessed that she and Larry were destined to provide the really memorable entertainment for the evening, despite the pitiful efforts of the albino woman and her poor young partner. The idea filled her wine-sodden head with an enormous sense of confusion, and she wished she had drunk even more of the sweet consciousness-destroying liquid so that she could pass out completely and not be aware of what was happening to her. As long as she could do nothing to save herself from this humiliation and disgrace, it would be so much better if she simply did not know what was happening!
Larry continued to inch forward, his legs on either side of her rib cage and his buttocks suspended over her flat white stomach. For a moment he toyed with the idea of laying his long throbbing penis in the tantalizing furrow between her two, heavily swollen breasts and forming a neat artificial cunt around it by pressing her tits together with his hands.
But tempting as the possibility was, he recognized it as merely another form of masturbation and tonight he had bigger plans.
Almost all the eyes in the room followed him as he inched even higher on her heaving torso until his knees were placed on either side of her neck and his long cock stuck out over her face like the flagpole on the side of the building. His buttocks, hard and muscular rested lightly on her breasts and he could feel her hard little nipples pressed nakedly against the hairy flesh beneath them as he hovered over her.
His heavily swinging balls, covered with their dark fuzz, were laying comfortably against the underside of her chin. Larry was virtually certain that this innocent young girl never had this done to her before and he moved very slowly, terribly anxious not to break whatever kind of spell she was under. He did not know whether it was the wine which had induced this unusual submissive surrender, or whether eight hours on the back of a dune buggy had built up a reservoir of unsatisfied desire in her lush young body, nor did he particularly care, as long as she continued to lay quietly and slavishly under him.
He was about to move his cock forward to her open loins when a movement in the corner of the room distracted him. It was the pink eyed albino woman who had been sulking nakedly since the Disciples had deprived her of her young Mexican prize a half-hour before. Now the big voluptuous woman, her face contorted into a mask of lust, was crawling across the room, climbing over couples who were still balling, her fiendish eyes locked on Evelyn's exposed and neglected pussy behind his buttocks.
Jesus Christ! he thought. She's a goddamn lesbian and after my chick!
Larry's first impulse was to order one of the other Disciples to block her approach and eliminate this unwanted interference, but then he quickly changed his mind. As long as she didn't get in his way, what difference did it make? This was one thing he had never done before and "what the hell", anything for a laugh.
The Lesbian crawled up behind him, obviously half out of her mind with lust and paying no attention to the laughter which was how echoing around the room. Squirming between Evelyn's knees and pushing her legs gently apart, the big albino began carefully running her thick lips up and down the delicate white flesh of Evelyn's quivering thighs.
Larry watched the captive's face like a hawk, vowing that if she showed the slightest sign of displeasure, he would knock the interfering Lesbian all the way across the room.
But Evelyn was apparently unsure of exactly what was going on and only moaned softly as this new pleasure began to filter up her backbone. The moan turned to a little cry of pleasure as the albino woman's lips found their way to her already hotly stimulated cuntal lips, and then, with a low voice grunt, the Lesbian found what she was looking for and settled down to suck steadily and gently on Evelyn's already over excited genitals, sending electric spurts of pleasure up into the tormented girl's stomach.
Larry was satisfied that the Lesbian was helping more than she hindered and decided to let her do her thing while he did his. Then he inserted his finger into Evelyn's hair and gently lifted her head so that his heavily throbbing cock was pointed directly at her laxly parted lips. The girl was obviously still conscious but her eyes remained tightly closed, as if she were pretending to be out cold.
He inched his loins forward slightly until the excitedly trembling tip of the massive organ brushed teasingly over the surface of her lipstick-covered lips. An involuntary groan escaped from his own mouth as the delightful sensation shot back up into his loins. Pushing forward again, he held his breath expecting her to clamp her mouth closed tightly, or at least utter some sign of protest as he slowly forced his hugely pulsating cock down between her limp, unresisting lips. This was the critical moment and all eyes were upon him.
Then they all gasped with surprise as she simply opened her mouth and Larry plunged forward gleefully. He had never in all his life dreamed he would someday perform this vile unnatural act upon a girl who was this innocent and this good looking. Of course there were a lot of girls in Yuma who would spread their legs or open their mouths for him, but none of them could be remotely compared with this luscious young bitch. He had to make her his Buggy Baby!
He could now feel the girl's tongue twitching around inside her mouth, investigating this strange object which had unexpectedly been thrust into her face. Experimentally, she licked the heavy masculine tasting smoothness, not yet sure whether she liked the taste or not. She could feel him jerking back and forth whenever she touched the sensitive swollen tip of his cock head, and somehow she found herself liking the control she had over him.
In a sense, he was now at her mercy. Last night he had made her scream and groan and whenever he liked, but now she could do the same to him. She was his captive, but his strong hard penis was a prisoner of hers! Evelyn's mind was not clear, but it was functioning well enough for her to recognize that there was someone else that she could see working down between her open legs, licking hotly and hungrily at her vaginal lips and tormenting the pulsating walls of her cuntal passage with unusual skill and gentleness.
She wondered vaguely who it might be and for a minute she considered raising her eyelids and looking down around Larry to see, but then decided against it, realizing that she could probably not do what she was doing with her mouth with her eyes open.
This was to be her revenge! She was going to suck him until he pleaded with her to stop, until his sperm-laden balls were empty and drained. She intended to lick him until he screamed and groaned with sexual tension, the way he had made her scream and groan the night before. She would be his Delilah and drain the strength from him as Delilah had done to Samson.
But the big dune buggy rider straddling her breasts understood only that he was being sucked and nibbled at with exceptional softness and warmth. He had dared hope only for acceptance; such animal passion was totally unforeseen on his part and the young rider was amazed. Her lips made a tight elastic seal around his slowly plunging cock and he could feel her sucking inward powerfully, trying to draw him as far as she could into her throat. Even the long shaft of his penis outside of her mouth was warmed and stimulated by the hot breath from her widely dilated nostrils. His hand crept to her hungrily bulging cheeks and he pressed inwards to increase the pressure and at the same time she raised her own delicate hands and grasped his cock with one hand and cupped his soft sensitive testicles in the other.
Evelyn was blowing him as if she had done this a thousand times and the other riders left off whatever they were doing and crowded around to watch. Even the smiling aristocratic Don Juan hurried over to take in the unnatural scene. The big albino paid absolutely no attention to anyone, continuing to suck voraciously down between the young girl's legs as if her life depended upon it, wishing only that the man would go away and let her have this delicious young cunt all to herself..
Larry began to rotate his buttocks as he fucked into her willing ovaled young mouth, stimulating the taut hardened nipples on her softly yielding breasts beneath with' the movement of his buttocks and exciting himself by watching his own now saliva glistening cock disappearing hotly into the depths of her rhythmically working throat.
Every so often he tore his astonished eyes off this lewd unnatural sight to glance over his shoulder and check the Lesbian's progress. The white woman's face was buried between Evelyn's jerkily trembling legs and the young girl, her body flying quickly out of control, had wrapped both her thighs around the Lesbian's head, locking her tightly to her loins so as not to lose a moment of the delicious sensation.
Every nerve ending in the young Disciple's body was beginning to cry out for release and the tension in his loins was becoming unbearable. His balls were being squeezed in her hand and the tip of his rigid penis seemed to be ready to burst wide open in the warmly nibbling cavern of her mouth as the inevitable spasm approached.
Then a groan bubbled from his lips, catching him off guard as the warmth at the base of his spine suddenly developed into a searing flame of pure ecstasy and the white sticky fluid began to spurt out of the tip of his uncontrollably jerking cock like a never-ending waterfall. Moan after moan was forced from his lips as the wildly ejaculating Disciple crumbled over her, the hot fiery spray of sperm splashing hotly into the desperately working back of her throat.
Murmurs of joy flowed from Evelyn's cock-filled mouth as she gulped gluttonously, sputtering and choking in an effort to swallow every drop of the precious life-giving fluid. And, despite the overflow of masculine tasting cum already filling her mouth, Evelyn continued to suck on him persistently even after his orgasm had passed, rejoicing in the knowledge that she had achieved her purpose of making this huge, powerful man cry out with helpless passion. While the Lesbian licked more hungrily now up between her wide played thighs, shoving her masculine tongue deep inside the girl's rhythmically pulsating vagina, Evelyn licked
Larry clean like a mother cat washing her kitten, holding him tightly and reveling in the warmth of his cum in her belly as he tried to pull his slowly deflating organ free of her semen-flooded mouth.
No, she resolved, I haven't finished with you yet and she began to bite and nibble at him gently, trying to nurse his sperm-drained cock and testicles back to life again. She wanted to demonstrate that he was really under her control, and not the other way around. She could make him cum when she wanted and scream if she so desired. Now she could turn a limp cock into a live one even after a cataclysmic orgasm like the one he had just had.
But as his eager penis gradually swelled back into hardness, Evelyn felt her own body beginning to suddenly flip out of control. Whoever was licking and slavering so wildly up between her legs was driving her insane and as Larry's responsive cock climbed again to its full height and size she suddenly realized that the whole of her insides were ready to burst into wild, uncontrolled orgasm.
Her buttocks began to flail crazily up and down on the floor as the perverted pink eyes woman sucked furiously on her tensely exploding clitoris and the heavy muscular rider was nearly thrown off as her body jerked and bucked wildly around beneath his naked ass-cheeks.
"I'm cumming," she groaned with a high pitched squeal, "Oh God, I'm cumming!" and her body thrashed up and down convulsively as the other Disciples crowded close around her to watch the end of this incredible, lust-inciting spectacle.
The finish came like a pile-driver. Suddenly her body seemed to her to be floating six inches off the floor, bathed in a warm ecstatic flame and her face was twisted and contorted like something not quite human.
"AAAAHHHH!!!! " she screamed violently as the spasm swept over her, washing away everything else in the room as the Disciples, the homosexual woman, everything disappeared and the darkness mercifully descended upon her.
* * *
Mouths dropped open, and body crawled over body to get a better view at the show staged before them. The Devils Disciples bragged of countless orgies, but never had they seen anything like this in the history of their lust-filled careers.
But seconds later some in the crowd were ready for more action. Stan and another bugger decided it might be fun to rape a Lesbian, a rare delight for a Disciple, and they dragged the voluptuous but twisted woman off screaming and kicking to a far corner of the veranda. Apparently, there weren't very many Lesbians in Yuma, and this would be another new conquest.
Larry rolled off Evelyn, seeing that this time she was really out cold, and looked up to see Slash bending over, his penis at a 180 degree angle, ready for action.
"Outta my way," he blurted at Larry. "Ain't seen a chick come like that and now it's my turn!"
"Ain't you got no morals?" exploded Larry. "She's out cold."
"What the hell do I care?" was the reply. "She'll come to when I get this inside her," he said stroking his cock.
Larry turned red. "You can't fuck her in this condition. That's like chasin' a headless chicken off a cliff. That ain't right." Larry's eyes scanned the room thinking he should not raise his voice. He and Slash had had their go-arounds together, but the Devils Disciples had a strict code of ethics, and among them was Rule No. 2 which stated that should the higher in command have arguments they should be conducted away from the rest of the gang. Loyalty and respect were what held the gang together, and if Larry were to buck Slash in the company of the entire gang he could be accused of disrespect for his leader and lack of loyalty, since it was trust that held the entire group together.
Making certain no one could over hear them, Larry continued. "You can't fuck her like this."
"What the hell you talkin' bout?" snarled Slash. "What have you been doin'? "
"She let me fuck her," insisted Larry. Besides, she's my responsibility on this trip. She might get a notion to run out the door when you got your back turned, and you got Thelma anyway."
"Wait a fuckin' minute," blurted Slash, and his penis rose another inch in the excitement of fury. "Who's chief here, you or me? Anything that happens I gotta know about, it's all my trip!"
"Yeah, but you made the rules, Slash," said Larry trying to reason with the nude leader who's cock was waving back and forth and inches away from Larry's face. "If she becomes somebody's Buggy Baby then everybody can have her, but now she's just here for the ride. And right now, it's only me she's ridin."
Slash was nearly beside himself with anger. Never had anyone dared defile him so sharply before. If it hadn't been for the deep rooted respect he had for Don Juan and the appreciation he felt for the open-hearted hospitality of his adopted Mexican father, Slash would have called a showdown right there in the floodlights of the veranda.
Trembling, Slash exerted an amazing degree of self-control by restraining himself and only clenching his calloused fist inches from Larry's face, when what he really wanted was a show of strength. "What comes around, goes around, buddy." And Slash walked away, his bushy red hair aflame with anger.
* * *
CHAPTER EIGHT
Evelyn's head felt like a ball bearing on a string, clanging back and forth with each turn. I can't imagine how I'll feel when I open my eyes, thought Evelyn. And where am I, anyway? Her stomach churned in the opposite direction of her pounding head. She was a miserable specimen.
As consciousness began to creep over her ' ravaged body, the soreness in her legs and bruises all over her naked body reminded her of the depravity of her condition.
Raising to her elbows, Evelyn was surprised to see she was the last to awaken from last night's orgy, after which everyone had passed out and fallen asleep naked. Servants were scurrying back and forth with pots of coffee, tea, and bottles of aspirin.
Tina, only a few feet away, handed the aching girl a cup of coffee and poured two jiggers of brandy in it. "Make you feel a lot better," said Tina encouragingly. "Get used to it, all our parties end up the same way. Fun though, and don't tell me you don't agree because I saw you cumming last night with your legs in the air. Boy, you sure fooled us all!" remarked Tina who too often seemed to speak for the crowd. "We all thought you was a quiet little Midwestern school girl."
Maybe it's just as well I feel as I do, thought Evelyn, at least now my head aches too bad to think. She took a sip of coffee to soothe her throat, raspy and swollen like an amateur sword swallower. Even her tongue was swollen and lacerated.
If she had to behave like a slut to participate in sex, then that's what she would do. Who cares? This was her body and she'd do with it as she pleased. Her tongue ran over her teeth thinking of the explosive excitement from the night before. She wondered why she hadn't discovered this long ago, this pleasure of sex. It wasn't a matter of a man attacking you, as Uncle Ted had warned her incessantly.
Evelyn managed to raise her pain-wracked body off the ground and walk around the pool in search of a spot all her own where she could sit and think quietly. She picked up a shirt, discarded from the orgy the night before, and sat down. What's happening to me, she thought. I don't understand these feelings. It really felt good having Larry on top of her, writhing in orgasm; it felt really good to make him feel so good. She licked her lips, recalling the sensation of the hot cum coursing down her throat.
Maybe, maybe ... I'm in love with Larry! Evelyn concluded, fingering the hand embroidered cobra emblem on the back of the discarded shirt, dusty and stained from the day's ride through the desert.
Just as Evelyn was feeling warm and content from thoughts of Larry's muscular, hard young body, someone shouted the order, "All right, let's get loaded up here. Ain't got time to waste."
It was Slash waving his arms as he circled the pool, kicking at bodies still half asleep under the hot sun. "Let's get movin' here!" Evelyn could see his bloodshot eyes meant more than a hangover; there was an air of revenge about him. Under his arm he carried a bunch of clear plastic tubes filled with a white powder. He seemed to be looking for someone in particular as he yanked arms away from couples still embracing from delights of the night before, and then letting them drop with a grunt, realizing he hadn't found his prey.
Evelyn put her arms through the sleeves of the cobra studded shirt, realizing for the first time that she was still naked, and raising her head, saw Tina approaching.
"So here you are!" greeted Tina. "Slash's been lookin' for the two of us. Says it's time we get rollin' since Don Juan is having that policeman here today. Well, here he comes, get ready," warned Tina as Slash spotted the two bottomless girls.
"I hate this part of it," groaned Tina as she lay down on the grass on her stomach, spreading her legs.
I hope they're not going to start this all over again, thought Evelyn, whose attention focused on her swollen vagina and clitoris still tender from ravages.
Without even looking at Evelyn, Slash approached Tina and dropped down on one knee between her outstretched legs which were bent in a position resembling an upside down version of a doctor looking up your cunt. He selected one of the clear plastic tubes, smeared it heavily with Vaseline and carefully inserted it up inside the girl's vagina, pushing until the smooth object disappeared from view and the fleshy folds of her vulva closed together again.
Then he turned to Evelyn, motioning for her to get down in a similar position.
"What is it?" Evelyn asked Tina as she stretched out on the plush green grass that tickled her naked body. Out of the corner of a blurred eye Evelyn could see that Slash was in no mood for a friendly discussion of what was being forced up into her wet, loose cunt.
"Now you just sit tight and forget about what's in that cunt of yours!" he snarled, giving it an extra shove. "Uggghhh!" she groaned as the pressure seared her vagina.
"All right, now cover up them tits. We're goin' home." He picked up the other tubes and walked off.
"What the hell was that all about?" asked Evelyn with disgust.
"You mean you don't know? It's cocaine, pure cocaine that came in by boat from Columbia. Man, you're in for a trip if you ain't never turned on to cocaine before. Don Juan, he's the one who runs it through. Why'd you think he been so friendly to us? We make lots of money for that old fat Mexican," said Tina, zipping up her Levi's.
"But what about the border guards?" Evelyn had heard stories of Americans getting sent to Mexican jails for possession, and she had no intentions of rotting in jail for the rest of her tender years. Especially now that there was someone she cared about and wanted to be with, forever. She scanned the patio in search of Larry.
* * *
Larry strapped Evelyn securely onto the saddle, warning her, "Now try not to hump this horn too much, Baby, cause that tube's made of something as tender as your sweet pussy. If it breaks, your head will explode!"
Despite his lack of education, thought Evelyn, he can be a sweet guy, and Larry bent over to kiss her on the neck in a tender fashion. For the first time Evelyn did not feel like a captive, or at least a prisoner. But it was true, he had captivated her heart.
Larry climbed into the buggy and revved up the engine as the Disciples lined up once again in order of command, with Larry following Slash's dusty trail.
The sunshine made Evelyn dizzy with delight, and she wasted no time in tearing off the Disciples' shirt decorated with the sign of the cobra, letting her breasts soak in the warmth of the scorching sun. It felt so good to let them flap in the warm wind; it gave her a renewed sense of freedom.
"Better put that shirt back on," suggested Larry. "Don't want them border guards seein' those tits. They'll carry you off, and the cocaine with it."
For the first time since they'd left Evelyn remembered the tube of illicit drugs she was concealing in her vagina and she prayed that the wetness from last night's cum would not force the tube out. But Slash had shoved it in far enough, she thought; it couldn't have gone up any further, and she surreptitiously snuck her hand into her panty-less cuntal area just to make sure it had not slid down.
She massaged her sore clitoris with her fingertip, hoping to soothe the searing redness of the tiny pink bud. Just at that point Larry turned his head, his thick black hair shining in the sun, and smiled at his precious captive whose eyes were gently closed in ecstasy. How far she's come, he thought to himself. "You're one hot baby," he whispered.
"We're just a mile from the border," he warned her, pretending he had not seen her masturbate herself on the horn of the saddle. "Better get ready. Just be cool. Law says they can't search women unless they have female border guards, and Don Juan fixed that for us. No worry."
The same border guards that had let them through the border just the day before were on duty now. Friendly fellows, they asked how their rest and recuperation under the Mexican sun had been. Slash kept up a running conversation with them, having been the only Devils Disciple to have gotten out of his buggy, and before they knew it the last of the eleven buggies was safely through the gate.
There had been only one tense moment, when Tina, who apparently had never learned the value of quiet concentrated thought, blurted out to her old man, "I think it's comin' out. It feels like it's slidin' outta my cunt!" The border guard, just two feet away, overheard the comment and stood alertly watching for any suspicious moves. But Slash had noticed the commotion and wasted no time in starting up a conversation with the guard.
The sun was setting as they approached San Luis, just another hour away from Yuma. Evelyn was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. She felt dirty and grimy from the long, hot ride, but the thought of the illegal drug in her vagina was excitement enough to keep her awake.
As they roared to a halt outside of "Eileen's Nook", Evelyn unstrapped herself from the saddle and taking a deep breath pranced into the bar with what Eileen interpreted as an air of haughtiness.
"Boy, have you changed!" commented her sister sipping on her beer.
"Got something between my legs for you," whispered Evelyn to her big sister. "I'll go upstairs and take it out. Larry says not to arouse any suspicion. Never saw so many strangers here before," said Evelyn, glancing around the room, noticing a table of what appeared to be truck drivers who could not keep from staring at her breasts sticking out proudly from beneath Larry's shirt.
"Yeah, been some strange ones hangin' 'round here the last two days," cautioned Eileen. "I'll meet you out back to get that tube of coke."
The rest of the buggers were lined up at the bar, acting more civil than usual; even Tina, whose cheek was reddened from a blow that must have rattled her teeth, did not say a word.
"You've changed your attitude," remarked Eileen as Evelyn handed over the tube of cocaine. "Seems you're getting along just fine with Larry." There were so many things she wanted to discuss with Eileen, but this wasn't the time. Everybody was instructed to hang loose for a couple of days until the deal was consummated on this end.
After a few beers the buggers were back in their buggies, and according to Slash's instructions, they would meet in the usual meeting place. She overheard him talking to Sam. "By this time tomorrow, we should have enough dough to keep us in dope and beer for two years. But tonight, we got some business we gotta settle. Tomorrow we party."
One by one the Devils Disciples arrived at the meeting spot at the old shed, weathered from years of vacancy and innumerable sand storms. This was the traditional meeting place, she learned; this is where initiation took place, dope deals discussed in private, and any business that affected the entire gang of Devils Disciples in general.
Unstrapping herself once again from the familiar saddle, Evelyn felt a pang of regret churning in her belly. Was this the end of the adventure? Being a captive was not so bad after all, she thought, remembering the boredom of her studious existence in Elmhurst. She shuddered with fear thinking that Uncle Ted might change his mind and ask her to come home. What would she do? Even being a cocktail waitress at "Eileen's Nook" seemed like a dull prospect compared to smuggling cocaine across the border. No diploma could replace the thrill of sneaking $80,000 worth of drugs over the border right under the noses of the Feds!
The dryness of the shed combined with the overwhelming smell of marijuana made Evelyn's nose itch. Joints were passed from hand to hand with rapidity. Someone shoved a beer in her hand which she gratefully accepted with a nod; maybe this would quench her thirst.
Outside a huge bonfire was roaring, and couples were stretched out on the ground, laying on their sleeping bags, drinking and passing joints.
Evelyn felt a little nervous as she followed Larry to the circle of Disciples. Everyone was talking in friendly familiar tones, but the only person who had really befriended her besides Larry, was Tina. Evelyn scanned the crowd, looking for her loud-mouthed friend who, spying Evelyn at the same time, beckoned her with a waving hand.
"Better lay low," she warned, whispering in Evelyn's ear, as the two girls hovered in the low bushes. "Heard Betty telling Christine that she's mighty pissed. Nobody takes her old man to Mexico and fucks him in front of the whole gang. She's good with knives, too. Take my advice, honey, and sleep with one eye open!"
Evelyn could feel her blood pressure rise. "Oh God!" she gasped. "But if I don't leave Larry's side she can't get me!" And she thanked Tina for the warning and walked off in search of Larry.
"Let's get this meetin' over with!" shouted Slash, standing with one foot on the log and waving his arm in the air to get attention. "We got some things we have to discuss. First let's get straight with the money."
The Disciples all gathered around and sat in silent expectation as they put their beer and joints aside. It was a Devils Disciples rule that nobody smoked dope, drank beer, or fucked during a meeting. It was a time when everybody had to concentrate on what was being said, as this was their only chance to settle things nonviolently.
"I suggest we all take a thousand out each, for expenses. The rest we put away in the bank under Eileen's name. She proved to us she can be trusted. Anybody gets busted or cracks up his buggy he can take money out of our common fund."
Evelyn was surprised to hear Slash speak so cogently. Usually he spoke in scattered half sentences and slurs, but this time he was making sense.
There were only a few questions, and they were answered to the Disciples satisfaction; a vote was passed and the subject was settled.
"Now there's another thing we gotta get outta the way." Evelyn noticed a change in his tone which she immediately recognized as rising anger. "What are we gonna do with that chick?" he snarled and pointed at Evelyn. "Nobody seems to really know who she is. Eileen never set eyes on her 'til she shows up and claims she's her long lost sister. Now we can trust Eileen, but what about her?"
Other Disciples chimed in agreement. "Yeah, how'd we know?" rippled through the crowd.
"Evelyn ain't been initiated yet, and here she is ridin' with us. It's stated in our rules that no girl can ride with the Disciples unless she's been initiated." And with anger he said, "She's got enough goods on us to put the whole gang of Devils Disciples behind bars 'til we ain't got no cum left in our balls!"
Evelyn realized that Slash was hinting at either initiating her or disposing of her; which, she did not know. She felt her body go all limp and cold and she experienced again that same terrible fear she had felt the night when she faced the Disciples for the first time.
"What the fuck are you talkin' about?" shouted Larry. "She ain't caused us no trouble. I kept my eyes on her the whole trip!" Larry raised to one knee and glared at the leader beside him. Tension rippled through the crowd. Never before had a Devils Disciple spoken to his leader in such harsh tones. Mouths dropped open in shock.
"You ain't just a kiddin', you did," snarled Slash accusingly. And raising his hand in gesture he continued in a loud deliberate voice, "And that brings up another point." Evelyn could tell from the deliverance of his speech that he'd been planning this for some time. "Rules say that when a new girl comes into the gang, she has to let everyone gang fuck her all on the same night!"
Evelyn's head jerked back on her tender young shoulders; she felt as if she'd been whip-lashed. Her hazel eyes turned to Larry beside her; it had always been his manner to tease and joke, but it was obvious he was in no joking mood now. His face was livid with anger and hatred emanated from his dark concerned eyes. He looked as if he were ready to pounce on Slash and tear his eyes out.
Tenderly, he placed one rough hand on her knee, and without words seemed to reassure her that it would be all right.
"Well, aren't those the rules?" growled Slash, glaring at Larry but addressing the crowd. Slash was not about to let Larry get away with this one; this wasn't the first time Larry had challenged his leadership.
"Okay!" said Larry bravely, "here's what we'll do. We'll hang onto Evelyn here until the heat's off. And if we ain't had no trouble by that time, we'll know she's cool."
From the gang's response it sounded like they half agreed with Larry. "Besides," he continued, "if we go gang banging her and she ain't cool, we've got kidnap and assault to add to the rap. Now, I don't know how the rest of you guys feel about it, but I don't want nothin' to do with that shit. Can't get off that kinda rap as easy as possession."
"Yeah!" echoed through the crowd. Even Slash had to admit to himself that Larry had a point. Ever since the trouble they'd had with that chick last year who freaked out during the initiation, there'd been talk of investigations and with this $80,000 worth of cocaine they'd better be careful.
No way! thought Slash. He isn't going to get away with this, and that little bitch sitting beside him looking at him like he's some kind of God. He can't outsmart me and make a fool out of the Devils Disciples leader!
"Now as leader of the Devils Disciples I say we let this rest for the time bein'. But we ain't gonna drop the issue," he said, glaring at Evelyn whose hazel eyes flashed right back at the burly chief of crime. "We're all tired and not thinkin' too clear. We'll have another meetin' tomorrow night and get this settled one way or the other." It was apparent to anyone who was watching the chief, who was approaching middle age, that he was getting a little too old for such a responsible position as leader. It took a special kind of person, one with cunning and a cool head; and Slash had blown it tonight. He should have weighed all the angles before pushing the issue. That's how most of the Devils Disciples felt as they sat around in small groups of two and three couples discussing the meeting. Ever since Evelyn showed up mysteriously, he'd been acting weird almost like a little kid who couldn't get his own way. "Very unlike him," they agreed.
* * *
Larry and Evelyn found a private spot beneath a grove of scrub brush where they laid out their sleeping bags. With fear no longer in her heart, she looked up at the stars twinkling merrily above her head and snuggled up closer to Larry as they watched the moon rise, locked in warm embrace.
They made love that night, and it was the first time Evelyn had enjoyed conscious participation. She felt so womanly, so close to Larry. He was the one who made her into a real woman, and she thanked him with stroking caresses.
It was also the first outdoor camping Evelyn had done, and she was not accustomed to sleeping on the bumpy ground. Try as she might, nothing could get her to sleep. Cuddling closer to the deeply sleeping Larry, her mind drifted off in twilight approaching sleep.
Suddenly she was alerted by the sound of almost silent footsteps in the scrub brush just feet from her head. Maybe it's an animal, she thought. As her eyes popped open, a woman's hand grabbed her by the hair, stuck a knife to her throat and dragged her through the sand.
"Keep that trap shut!" she was warned in a whisper. Instantly she recognized Betty's voice.
Evelyn's naked body was mercilessly dragged through the underbrush, lacerating her breasts and hips.
"Why me?" Evelyn wailed.
"Listen to this little cunt!" hissed Betty. "You go fuckin' my ol' man and you ask 'why me?' For a college girl, you're pretty stupid." With a kick of her foot, Betty sent Evelyn on all fours. "One word out of you and I'll cut off them tits and hang 'em on my wall!"
That's when Evelyn spied Slash in the bushes, madly ripping his clothes off his body. Now Evelyn understood and fearfully she groveled on the ground seeking an escape from these murderous people. But Betty stood just inches away with her knife ready for action.
"Now you gonna come nice and easy or do I have to drag you by your hair?" Evelyn never dreamed a woman could talk like that so vile. "We're goin' to the shed," she pointed, "and have a little fun with this poor little girl who seems to get raped every time she flops a tit."
Evelyn wanted to scream for Larry, but he was passed out cold when she'd been dragged away; and with a knife that close to her throat she didn't want to take any foolish chances.
On the bare ground of the dilapidated shed, the sacred temple of the Devils Disciples, Evelyn was ordered to get down on all fours. Slash, naked and hairy, was a terrifying sight! His red hairy chest and paunchy stomach made him look like a bear on its hind legs ready to protect its baby at any cost. He growled, a rumbling sound from his stomach, and charged.
"Noooooo!" she screamed in terror. When would it ever stop? This nightmare just goes on and on, she thought.
"One sound outta you and I cut off your right tit!" And then sounding like a kindergarten teacher she said teasingly, "You just spread them soft legs and lay nice and quiet while Uncle Slash lets you ride his cock!"
Snarling in Evelyn's ear, she continued her torture, "I wanna see you suffer like you made me hurt. What you gonna do to her, Slash?"
"I'm gonna fuck her in the ass!"
Oh God! thought Evelyn. She would rather have died by the knife in Betty's hand than have this animal inside of her. She groaned as she felt his savage hands upon her buttocks.
But the worst was yet to come. She shivered pitifully as she felt the older man's wild slavering lips coursing the length and breadth of her smooth hairless buttocks and she wiggled desperately as he bit into the soft tender flesh of her thighs. His hands went to work as well, drawing her trembling young ass-cheeks painfully apart and shooting his long thick tongue down into the vulnerably spread crevice of her tiny exposed rectum. Her anus hurt momentarily as he pushed and pulled on her, stretching the tight, rubbery little circle wider to his hotly flicking tongue-tip with an outward pressure of his thumbs, but worse than the hurt was the humiliation of being spread-eagled in the dirt before Betty, and her legs spread widely apart, while a sex-crazed sadist probed and prodded the most sensitive part of her body.
Evelyn felt the Devils Disciples leader nudging her thighs further apart to grant him a better view of her tiny, fearfully cringing ass-hole, but she resisted trying to clench her buttocks cheeks together and hold him out by contracting her inner anal muscles as hard as she could. Then she felt the cold metallic knife blade pressing against her naked nipple.
"Open your snooty little ass or I'll let that milk flow!" spat Betty through menacingly gritted teeth.
How she longed for the courage to say that she would rather die! But the icy blade was too close for these dramatics. She relaxed the muscles in her thighs and let the vicious rider draw her legs further and further apart.
Now there was a thick middle finger working hungrily at her anus and Evelyn saw an evil light in Betty's eyes as she watched this vile ravishment of her tiny puckered rectal mouth with obvious delight. She tried to relax her back passage as much as possible to minimize the pressure, groaning as she felt the rider's finger sink into her vainly resisting anus as far as the first knuckle. "Ohhhhh God!" she groaned, and then felt it slithering further up inside until the palm of this huge, meaty hand was pressed flat up against the helplessly trembling cheeks of her naked young buttocks. Then Slash sadistically began working the finger around up inside of her as she lay helpless beneath him, gradually expanding the opening of her tightly-clasped unused little anal channel.
"Go ahead, baby," Betty urged Slash obscenely. "Stretch her bitchy little ass-hole and stretch it good!"
Slash was eager to respond, slipping a second finger in beside the first and stretching the tight rubbery entrance to her rectal passage as far as it would go. He could see her squirming with pain and he hoped it hurt her plenty, the cold, tight-assed little bitch! This was the girl who had sneered at him, acting as if she was something special, and then jumping into bed and spreading her legs for that idiot Larry the first chance she got! There was a score to be settled as far as Slash was concerned and he was going to settle it tonight!
He levered himself into position behind her, his knees between her outstretched legs, pulling the futilely resisting cheeks of her ass as far apart as they would go without actually tearing her flesh, and fumbling with his heavy muscular cock as he tried to fit the heavy, blood-filled head into the tight elastic entrance of her rectum.
He missed the first time and found his cockhead slipping up inside her open cunt that was still wet and slippery from the cum that Larry had pumped into her earlier that evening. He cursed violently and pulled himself out for another stab.
And this time he was successful. The heavy, lust-hardened tip of his cock popped, with a slight little hissing sound, just up inside the tiny, tightly clenched lips of her rectum.
"AAAGGGHHH!! ! GOD!! ! Nooo!! " she groaned in agony, forgetting in her pain that she was under orders to be silent. Her buttocks ground downward and away from from him with all their strength, but the biker dominated her easily, holding her helpless, face down into the ground. Then, grunting heavily and with a final massive jerk forward of his hips, he broke past the weak defense of her narrow, vainly clenched rectal passage and drove his rock-hard penis deep into the flaccidly yielding flesh of her bowels.
She moaned out in helpless shock and humiliation and thrashed helplessly around beneath him, flailing her arms and legs in all directions in a desperate attempt to escape the vile intrusion of her tender anus. The jabs were worse than anything she had ever felt before and for a moment it took her breath away as she felt the gang chief's lust-hardened cock stabbing fiercely higher and higher up between her wide held young buttocks until she felt his sperm-laden testicles smack heavily down into her naked vagina and he had buried himself in her to the hilt. When he had penetrated her ass-hole as far as it was possible to go, her spirit broke and she collapsed in the dust, impaled to the ground like a helpless little butterfly in a heartless collector's museum.
Betty sadistically crouched down next to her head to watch her pain-contorted face.
"How 'bout that, honey?" she jeered, making things much worse for Evelyn. It was bad enough being brutally sodomized without having this cruelly mocking girl there to enjoy the entire performance.
"Ah, wouldn't Larry like to see your hot cunt now!" she said mockingly. "Seeing sweet Miss Priss take it up the ass like this. I've got half a mind to go and wake him up and let him come and watch!"
But Slash was paying no attention to this idle banter as he began to grind his tightly squeezed cock deep up into the helplessly trembling depths of her belly harder and deeper than the one before it. He could feel her anus gradually adjusting to this cruel punishment and this excited him even more. As her narrow, tortured little back passage began to expand around his massive penis, the bugger chieftain started to increase the tempo of his strokes, plunging into her like a madman while she writhed and groaned helplessly in the softness of the ground beneath him.
Then the horrible reality of her position flickered through Evelyn's blurred mind. She could make him stop only by satisfying him so completely that he would shoot his lewd male sperm up inside of her helplessly filled rectum. Otherwise he would go on fucking in and out of her like a wild beast all night long and the torment would never end.
The bugger groaned as he felt the young girl's inner anal muscles suddenly contract around his deeply sunk cock with all the power left in her battered mistreated body. The pressure was overpowering and the inner folds of her anus clutched tightly at his long stabbing instrument like velvet gloved fingers, trying to milk back at his penis and squeeze it completely dry. She began to slowly, sensuously, grind her hips back against him, rotating her ass up against his pelvis as sexily as she could. Surprisingly, she found the pain somewhat diminished and she found she could move more freely without the pounding pressure.
Slash looked down at her in amazement as her hotly writhing young ass-cheeks brought him dangerously close to a climax, studying the pink, hairless little lips of her ass-hole cling to his long plunging cock on the backstroke and then disappear back up inside again each time he thrust forward. She bore down on him as hard as she could, clamping her now slightly perspiring buttocks tightly together and tensing every muscle in her curvaceously naked body.
Slash accepted this unspoken challenge and fucked into her tightly squeezing rectum even harder with the other girl, Betty, shouting insane encouragements from the sidelines, but he could find no way to keep that terrible pressure from building up in his testicles. He would be cumming up inside her very shortly and he knew it and decided to make the best of it.
Evelyn could feel his rhythmically fucking cock expanding within her, stretching the sensitive interior walls of her rectum beyond the limits of endurance, but somehow she managed to keep the heat on, fucking her smoothly churning ass-cheeks back up at him as if she were possessed by some terrible animalistic fury.
"You little bitch, you hot fucking little bitch!" Slash muttered, knowing somehow that she was getting the better of him, cheating him out of his triumph. But he could not hold back another instant and Evelyn heard a muffled gasp behind her as his enormous throbbing cock burst like the floodgates of a dam and he emptied his sperm-filled balls deep up in the dark unnatural receptacle of her bowels.
She thought he was never going to stop cumming as wave after wave of the hot, rhythmically gushing fluid stormed out of his wildly jerking balls into the depths of her rectum, overflowing around his heavily ejaculating cock and spewing back out around the edges of the tightly clamped nether ring of her anus.
She collapsed face down on the ground as he pumped the last of his heated male seed into her battered backside, exhausted and bruised, but somehow not beaten. Slash pulled his slowly-deflating organ out of her sperm-filled young rectum with a lewd wet sucking sound and lay next to her on the ground, panting and cursing while the malevolent Betty perched next to them, still holding the knife to Evelyn's breast.
"Okay, what do we do with her now?" she asked Slash sneeringly.
"As soon as I get my breath," panted the leader, suddenly fearful that he'd passed his prime, "I'm gonna make her suck me dry. Then she's all yours. I'll hold her while you do whatever you want. Carve yer initials on her ass, I don't care. Then we'll drag her off in the bushes and waste her. Larry'll think she ran away."
Evelyn shuddered. So this is how her tender young nineteen years would end: fucked in the ass by a sadist and knifed by a raving madwoman. Her heart began beating even faster, 'til she thought it would explode, when her ears picked up the suspicious sound of a rustling in the underbrush outside the shed.
"AAAAAHHHHH!! ! " Evelyn heard a terrorizing scream and then a subtle thud. Almost too frightened to raise her tear-stained face smeared with dirt which, mixed together with the wetness of her tears made her look as if she'd been lolling in the mud, could only guess what was happening from the sounds around her naked body. A body was thrown across the shed and hit with a smash, and then there were murderous shouts. Instantly, Evelyn recognized the sound of Betty's threatening snarl as she ran from the shed screaming wild obscenities.-
But with the sound of the other voice, Evelyn raised her head to greet Larry who, bending over beside her, was shaking with rage. After a quick glance, he realized the impaled girl was still alive and quickly moved to inspect the gashed head of his leader, bleeding profusely from the blow of the crowbar.
Larry dropped to his knees and cowered over the sobbing girl; together they laid there in the dust of the Devils Disciples temple for a full five minutes before Evelyn had the strength to get up and return to the warmth of their bedroom beneath the stars.
Larry was still spurting obscenities as he inspected the ravaged body of the girl who held him tight, breathless with small tears of relief.
CHAPTER NINE
"How is he?" Evelyn asked Larry after he returned from the emergency room of the hospital where the blood stained body of the Devils Disciples chief lay in a deep coma.
"Well," stammered Larry, "don't look too good. Doc says if he comes out of that coma he may be able to make it." Holding Evelyn tightly in his arms he continued, "Tonight we're having a meeting to decide what should be done."
Evelyn, still not recovered from the weird experience of being raped in the rectum and watching first hand the assault by her boyfriend, chose to stay at her sister's motel and recuperate from the flood of ill luck that had befallen her in the last long torturous month. Her mind, spated with visions of crowbars, deserts, and Uncle Ted's livid face, finally allowed her the grace of peaceful sleep.
Late that night Larry returned from the meeting, serious and concerned.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked, holding her tightly in his tanned muscular arms.
"Oh..." she yawned. "What time is it?" and she covered her open mouth with a slender hand. "Eileen gave me a Quaalude and told me that would renew my spirits, but just to make sure, we smoked a joint together. Wow! That was neat!"
"You what?" Larry couldn't believe his ears. This chick never ceased to amaze him. She'd come out here as innocent as a new born babe, and from there she'd progressed to one of the hottest cunts in the gang, and now here she was smoking dope. What happens when she discovers cocaine? thought Larry with a smile and he kissed her tenderly on her bare breast. "What did the gang decide to do, you know, about Slash?" After the attack Evelyn had felt guilty, feeling that she was in some way responsible for Slash's condition. But it had always been her nature to carry the burden of the unhappiness of those about her. Perhaps living with the doting Uncle Ted had something to do with that, and his constant reminder that he sacrificed everything in the world for since all he cared about was her and Jamie.
But after these two days alone with her sister, Evelyn was beginning to understand the puritanical roots of her upbringing. Eileen told her about how jealous Uncle Ted was when she first discovered boys how he'd hit her with a barrage of questions when she'd returned from cheerleader practice in junior high. He was always feeling challenged and insecure; any male attention and he was in a rage. And all that bullshit about how much he cared! Why he cared more about that damned lecture that night than her.
The fog lifted from Evelyn's mind as she finally understood why she always felt guilty. For a month now she'd suffered the guilt of hurting Uncle Ted by getting drunk enough to let her cousin Jamie fuck her and then feeling even worse when she left Elmhurst, thinking her uncle would suffer unmercifully without her. And then the discovery that she could get excited by watching another woman undress, and from there it progressed to grinding her cunt down hotly against the saddle of a dune buggy, and allowing another woman to suck and lick her cunt 'til her head exploded.
"No, " she said softly, shaking her head and lifting her eyes to meet Larry's, "I'm not going to feel guilty about any of it ever again." Sitting there cross-legged in bed with her wavy black hair curling over shoulders, Larry looked at her with a warmth he had never experienced before. Well, maybe I felt the same when I got my new buggy, he thought, but never over a dumb broad. He leaned over and kissed her supple nipple.
"Sometime I gotta tell ya, honey," said
Larry holding her close. "I'm leader now. Leader of the Devils Disciples ... and, and I need a Buggy Baby. How'd ya like to be ridin' first in line for a change?"
Evelyn's eyes sparkled.
"At the meeting tonight we took a vote. Guys decided against Slash. Said he deserved what he got for fuckin' you in the ass like that. And they got their eyes out for Betty, but they figure she ain't ever comin' back. They all think Slash broke the rules by tryin' to steal you from me. We Disciples don't do stuff like that. It's against the rules, and rules is all we got besides each other."
Evelyn nodded in agreement; she never dreamed there existed a gentle side of the burly looking Devils Disciple.
"Anyways, we decided that with the money made from the coke trip, we're gonna help Slash get well, if he can make it." He fell silent for a moment before announcing the last of the agenda. "We're plannin' a party in a couple a days. Think you'd be up for it?"
"Sure," said Evelyn, "I can't stay in bed forever."
"Maybe I better tell ya 'bout it first," warned Larry taking off his shirt and moving closer to the naked girl. His tone of voice changed to that of a teasing little boy, and he kicked his legs out of his unzipped pants to expose a five inch cock that was growing by the second. "Maybe I oughta show ya what we're gonna do."
He gently pulled Evelyn down into a prostrate position, and in one quick motion her legs were spread, and spreading farther of their own volition as his tongue tickled her from her toes to her vaginal area where it rested. His bushy black head raised just enough so that his twinkling brown eyes met her half closed lids and whispered, "This is your personal invitation."
Larry may have changed in character, maybe softened, but that teasing, lustful way of crushing a woman's will to fit his desires was still a recognizable part of his personality. Evelyn, whose clitoris was hardening with each flick of the experienced tongue, was speechless as her thighs quivered in need of more, deeper penetration.
"You wanna be my baby and ride my buggy? You wanna cum when I plow through them dunes?" Nodding in agreement was the only response from Evelyn.
"We're gonna initiate you, if you want."
His tongue gave her clitoris another tickle.
"Sam and Dan and got me got somethin' planned for you. One guy is gonna cum in your mouth, another up your ass, and me in your cunt. And we're all gonna cum at once, all four of us!" Finishing his unique invitation, hungrily grinning he buried his face deep up inside her fuzzy black pussy, and plunged his tongue into the depths of her hotly waiting young vagina.
"Yes! Yes!" the writhing girl moaned, "yes, all four of us cumming together at the same time! Oh God, that would be heaven!"
"OhOhOh" she was whimpering as he ground his mouth into her sweetly dripping cunt. His teeth found her desire-swollen clitoris, throbbing from the unbearable stimulation of his hot tongue, and with his mouth he played with her clitoris, first giving it complete attention and then abandoning the pink bud until she could stand it no longer.
"Oh please! Give me more! I want your cock fucking up in me so bad. Larry, I can't stand it. Fuck it to me. Please, please," she repeated in agony of unfulfillment.
"You gonna be my Buggy Baby and do whatever I ask?" he teased.
"Oh, come on Larry, I can't stand it! Fuck me, fuck me!" screamed Evelyn, beside herself with lust.
"Will you drop your panties and let Sam fuck you if I want you to?" he asked mercilessly as she pulled his black head down toward her wet pubic hair, soaked with the lubricating juices of her woman flesh.
"Will you make me cum in your mouth in front of your sister?" he teased, flicking the throbbing clit with his dripping tongue.
Evelyn couldn't stand the overwhelming pulsations in her cunt any longer, and she crawled on top of him, forcing his mouth into her dripping vagina, still screaming for him to eat her.
With a chuckle, Larry asked one more time, "Will you let me cum in your ass in front of the gang?"
"You can fuck me anyway you want," panted the tortured girl. "Just fuck me and cum inside me now, please!"
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If anyone had been standing in the doorway, witnessing the girl out of her mind with lust, they never would have guessed that she had been a simple Midwestern girl, an innocent young coed at the University Chicago just one long, long month ago.
