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The Finish Line ....(59k)    by Jack Pine

Other books by Jack Pine:
Blowing Wild
Indictment
The Snatch
The Flute Players
Orgy The 100 Grand Piece

INTRODUCTION

The world of erotic literature is populated by a widely disparate, and sometimes desperate, collection of characters. For some of them, sexuality is a way of life, and from it they find fulfillment and gratification for both their physical and pyschic needs. They, themselves, are never hurt or mutilated by it. For others, however, sexuality becomes a monster which overwhelms them, indeed devours them as they are pushed to ever greater excesses in a futile attempt to gratify their insatiable fires. For the unlucky one whose sexuality is of this later variety, the attempt to gratify his sexual urges can lead him to sexual acts and practices which, to the "normal" human would seem to have little to do with his libido. In fact, as The Finish Line demonstrates, a human might even be driven to one of the ultimate horrors of mankind's imagination-cannibalism-by an unleashed an uncontrollable sexuality. Freud, of course, would understand this. A person with an intense degree of oral aggressiveness, particularly when coupled with satyriasis (an uncontrollable sexual desire in men), could quite "naturally" so exhaust the possibilities of meaningful sexual expression that his ultimate recourse in sexual expression might be cannibalism. It is just such an unfortunate character who dominates The Finish Line by Jack Pine.

Bart is but thirteen as the story begins. He is initiated into the world of sex by Miss Hill, or Monica as she wants him to call her. What he learns from her in one afternoon is much more than most men learn in a lifetime. She initiates him in all the usual and some of the unusual heterosexual practices, and she soon has him performing not only for her but for two other woman teachers as well. Their practices are such that Bart begins to develop not only fantastic sexual skill but a contempt for women as well. Bart soon exercises his new-found skills and powers with some of the girls that he had known and had played childish sexual games with before. Even his mother soon recognizes his precocity and seduces him, and so his contempt and desire to inflict pain on women grows deeper.

There is one girl, though, who will not readily accede to his wishes, and in forcing her to do so, Jack kills her without a pang of remorse. After a savage encounter with his mother, Jack flees to the city apartment of his Aunt Alma, who turns out to be even more debased and vicious than the women he had previously encountered.

Bart's life and education from age fourteen to twenty-one are surely not typical of other males of the same age. Progressively his contempt, his utter fury of the female grows. He is alternately enslaved by women who use him and abuse him in the most incredible of ways and a master of women whom he debases and defiles in his furious attempt to regain himself and become his own master. He is made a dope addict and he in turn makes a dope addict of the beautiful, incredibly cruel Karma. He so despises her that he can but laugh when she dies-and his absolute contempt for her as a woman is evinced by his choosing to eat her flesh.

And so the circle becomes whole. Bart, a prisoner of desires he never created and born of woman's flesh, consumes, symbolically, the flesh of which he was born. He had totally exhausted all the possibilites of sexual expression save this one, and through this act he psychologically regains the childhood and the youth that had been denied him by agressive, consuming female sexuality.

Karl Otto Pappenfus, Ph.D. Minneapolis, Minnesota December, 1968

CHAPTER 1

It started when Miss Hill kept me after school. I was thirteen at the time, stupid, and still a virgin. I knew that boys had cocks and girls had cunts, and I was familiar with the word fucking, but until that rainy afternoon the ripe-titted Miss Hill was just one of the three teachers I used to think about when I went to the outhouse and played with my prick, because cuffing your carrot with a live girl in mind beat looking at the Sears-Roebuck catalog all to hell.

I never asked Miss Hill why she kept me after school that rainy afternoon, but I think I know the answer. I was bigger than most kids my age, always in trouble for smoking during recess and copping feels from the girls whose tits were beginning to bounce as they blossomed toward the day their mothers would take them into town and buy them brassieres. None of the three Pegrow sisters snitched me off for giving their titties an occasional squeeze, and neither did Katie Romer or Venetta Sincavage, but somebody sure as hell tattled on me. At the time I was quite pissed off about the whole thing, but after Miss Hill finished taking my little cherry I was the happiest bastard in school.

I was getting my books together when Miss Hill asked me to remain after school. I remember she was wearing flats, a plaid skirt and a soft pink sweater that hugged her big breasts and made my cock drool at the sight of them. To a thirteen year old kid, Miss Hill was the hottest looking little blue-eyed blonde around. I nodded and returned to my seat, and as I waited for the classroom to clear I wondered what I had done wrong this time.

The room cleared but Miss Hill waited until she heard the school bus leave before she walked over to stand beside her desk, looked at me and said, "Bart Flood, I'm ashamed of you."

I lifted my eyes from her tits to her pretty face and did my damndest to look innocent. "Am I being accused of smoking during recess again, Miss Hill?"

Miss Hill shook her head. "That isn't why I kept you after school, Bart. No, it's more serious than that. I watched you through the window during the lunch hour. I saw you back Venetta Sincavage against the sliding board and fondle her breasts."

Boy, I thought, now I'm in for it, but I was wrong as hell.

"Come here, Bart," Miss Hill said in a funny voice.

I walked up to her desk and stopped in front of her. I tried to keep looking at her face but my eyes moved of their own accord and found her titties once more, and I dug my hands into my pockets to keep her from seeing my hard on. I had something to hide even then, for at thirteen my prick was an inch short of the eight inches it would reach at maturity. That was a pretty big hunk of meat for a little kid to be packing around between his legs.

Miss Hill treated me to a strange smile and said, "I understand this isn't the first time you've molested the girls during recess, Bart."

I decided to make a clean breast of it. "But that's all that happened, Miss Hill, honest. I never touched them in any other way. I've never touched anybody in any other way."

Miss Hill's delicate eyebrows arched. "Are you trying to tell me that a big boy like you is still a virgin?"

I blushed with shame when she said that, because the way she said it made me feel as if I had bubonic plague.

"Are you still a virgin?" Miss Hill repeated.

I nodded. "Yes."

"Then I'm doubly glad I kept you after school, Bart."

"Why?"

"Because I like young boys who are still virgins," Miss Hill said bluntly as she reached down and grabbed my stiff penis. "Because I like to get fucked by young boys with big cocks, and you do have a nice fat and long joy stick. I knew you would."

I nearly blew my nuts the moment her hand found my penis. I felt as if someone had stuck a live electric wire up my ass. My breath caught in my throat and the inside of my mouth became filled with sudden dryness. The whole world shrunk in size and became reduced to her tits, her hand and my cock.

"I like that," I rasped. "Your hand feels good on my dick."

"I'm glad, Bart."

My prick dripped like the rain that fell outside the window as I lifted my hands to the front of her soft pink sweater and palmed her gigantic tits for the very first time. She was wearing a bra, and I could feel it through the sweater. I could also feel, then see her nipples stiffen behind her bra and then punch against the material that covered them.

Miss Hill sucked wind when my hands found her tits and her grip tightened on my penis. A heartbeat later she opened my fly and made my cock naked to her touch.

"Oooh," she squealed with delight, "that is a beautiful dingus you've got there, Bart!" Then she added slyly, "Are you sure you're still a wild cherry?"

"I'm sure."

"How old are you, Bart?"

"Thirteen."

She nudged my foreskin back with her thumb and said, "With a cock that huge I'm surprised none of the other teachers noticed you and kept you after school. Especially Miss Follenbach and Miss Stump. Those two old bitches are so hard up for sex they have to drive out into the woods during the noon hour and eat each other's cunts to keep from going nuts."

Miss Hill didn't sound like a teacher anymore. Now she was just another woman with the hots ... and my stiff young prick in her hand. I didn't know anything about blow jobs at the time, but I found myself looking at her small red mouth and wishing she would let me fill it with my juicy cock....

She released my penis and said, "There's an old army blanket in the closet, Bart. Spread it on the floor while I draw the blinds, and then we'll start doing something about getting rid of that sweet cherry of yours."

Two minutes later we were standing on on the blanket. Miss Hill attacked my clothes. I blushed all the time she undressed me, for this made the first time I would stand naked in front of another woman, but at the same time it was nice to know that soon she would be naked, too.

"Now you," I said as I looked down at my jutting penis and saw the drop of moisture on the head of it. "Now let me see your tits and twat."

"Yes, Bart, yes."

Miss Hill found the hem of her pink sweater and drew it over her head. I swallowed hard as her loaded bra came into view. Her nipples, long nipples, punched against the bra and made my lips itch to suck the hell out of them.

She tossed the sweater aside and took a deep breath that thrust her boobs into even greater prominence.

"My breasts, Bart. Do you like them?"

"Yes."

"Are they prettier than Venetta Sincavage's?" she teased.

"Yes. And bigger."

"I want you to suck them, Bart."

I nodded, and before I could catch my tongue and hold the words back I found myself saying, "And I want you to suck me, too."

Miss Hill looked surprised, and pleased. "You want me to take your big thing in my mouth and suck the jism out of it?"

It was too late to chicken out now. "I'd like that. I like your mouth."

Her blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "How do you know about blow jobs, Bart? Did someone do that to you already?"

"No. But I saw a comic book last summer where the girl did that to a man and it made me feel creamy all over to look at the pictures of her doing that to him with her mouth."

"I suppose it would," Miss Hill said as she unhooked her bra and tumbled her breasts into nakedness. "I never sucked a virgin's cock before, Bart. Maybe that would be the best way to take it away from you." She nodded. "Yes, I think I would enjoy eating your first load of semen, darling."

She loosened the zipper on the hip of her skirt and a moment later it formed into a puddle of cloth around her shapely ankles. I stared at her brief white panties, and they were so sheer I could see the triangular mat of curly cunt hair through them. I took a deep breath and waited. She hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and nudged them downward, all the way off, and when she straightened she was stark naked ... and beautiful.

She took my cock in her hand again and said, "Bart, I want you to do something for me before I drop to my knees and take your juicy cock in my mouth."

"Yes, Miss Hill?"

"Call me Monica."

"All right ... Monica."

She smiled. "Now kiss my tits while I play with your dick, and afterwards I'll give you the first and best blow job you ever had."

I didn't need a second invitation. My mouth moved against the peaks of her hot breasts. I sucked one nipple, then the other, and soon she was squeezing my whang and breathing real hard. I ached between my legs and wished she would hurry and take my dick in her mouth. Monica Hill must have read my mind, for a pulsebeat later she took my head and pushed my face away from her tits, and then, slowly, she sank to her knees and kissed the moist head of my throbbing tool.

"Ummm," she murmured, "your semen tastes delicious, darling."

I shivered with delight as her tongue darted out from between her blood red lips and caressed my drooling knob, but I nearly shit a moment later when her lips parted and about three inches of my whang vanished inside her sweet, warm mouth. Now I knew the true meaning of heaven....

"Ahhhh...."

Monica Hill made a small gagging sound as I grabbed the back of her head and rammed the length of my cock down her throat, but she didn't back away from it, and when my balls rested against her jaw she reached up and cupped them and her fingernails gently raked my nut sack and added to the pleasure her milking lips were giving me.

"Suck me harder," I begged as her lips carried me toward my first orgasm at breakneck speed. "Blow me, blow me, blow me! My God, my God!"

Monica Hill released my scrotum and jammed a stiff finger up my anus. I screamed like a raped rabbit and popped my nuts, and it seemed as if I'd never stop splashing my jism into her greedy mouth.

I looked down and watched her throat work as she swallowed the come I was squirting into her mouth. She made small animal sounds deep in her throat and tightened her lips around my slippery shaft. Her finger wriggled inside my asshole and it kept working until the last drop of cock juice trickled out of my penis so that she could swallow it. Satisfied, Monica Hill permitted my softening dick to ease out from between her lips, and then she licked my balls until the sac was dry.

I don't know what came over me, but the moment she removed her finger from my anus I knelt down in front of her and gently eased her to her back. Her legs parted and I dropped my face to the mop of hair that covered her snatch. I never ate a cunt before, but instinct took over and my tongue found and tickled her clitoris, although at that time I thought of it as the boy-in-the-boat. Monica squealed as I trapped her clit between my lips and sucked the hell out of it, and her riderless hips began a fast grind that increased when I released her clit and jammed my tongue between the soggy lips of her burning cunt.

"Oh, Bart, your tongue feels like a darling snake inside my pussy! That's it, darling, eat my cunt and make me come all over the place...!"

My tongue probed the depths of her wet cunt. I felt my dick getting hard again, and once again instinct told me that I would go through life pleasing women with my tongue and my big, fat penis, but at the moment I didn't suspect that I would end up getting paid for lusting it up with the babes, for on that rainy afternoon the only thing that mattered was Monica Hill and the pussy I was licking as if I expected it to go out of style before the next sunrise.

My tongue kept working. I gripped her sweet haunches with my hands and then I stuck a finger up her anus, the way she had stuck hers up mine. Monica screamed with pleasure and locked her thighs around my head. A moment later I felt her body shudder convulsively and I knew that she was having a violent orgasm, but I kept eating her tasty box until the shudders stopped and her thighs relaxed and freed my head from between them, and then I lifted my lips from her cunt and said, "You enjoyed having your cat washed with my tongue, didn't you?"

Monica laughed. "You'll never know how much, Bart. But there are many ways to enjoy sex, and I'm going to teach them to you." She caught my penis in her hand and said, "You can stick this beauty in my pussy anytime, darling, but I want you to take this erection and shove it up my ass."

"You want me to fuck you in the rear?"

Monica nodded and got on her hands and knees, and the way her tits hung she reminded me of a sexy calf waiting for a bull to mount her for the first time.

"I'll hold this position," Monica explained. "You kneel behind me and ram that big dick of yours up my ass. And don't worry if I scream when you do, because it will hurt me a little, but the pain is part of the pleasure I get from getting cornholed."

I didn't understand, but at the same time I didn't give a shit. All that mattered was that I was behind her and my dick was nuzzling her puckered anus.

"Grab my hips and hold me tight when you feed your prick to my ass, Bart," Monica told me. "After you get it in up to your balls you can turn loose and play with my knockers while you fuck me. OK?"

"Yes," I said as I grabbed her hips and lunged into her ass with my penis.

"My God!" Monica gasped as my balls came to rest against the cheeks of her ass. "Oh, my God, your cock hurts! It feels like a fence post with splinters inside my pooper! No, don't back it out. I want you to hurt me with it! That's it, push it in deeper and make me hurt some more! Ah, now the pain is passing, darling. Now it will turn sweet. Now, darling. Now you can take my tits in your hands and start fucking me with that big fat prod of yours...."

I released her hips and reached under her to palm her sweaty tits. Her nipples nuzzled my hands and made her shiver even more as I wormed my cock in and out of her asshole.

"Fuck me, daddy," Monica panted. "Pour the peter to me and make my asshole sing...!"

I fucked her in the ass.

I fucked her good.

Until I blew my nuts.

"God, that was wonderful!" Monica said as I backed my cock out of her anus and watched the jism run out of it and down the inner paths of her thighs. "I came three times while you were stirring my ass with that lovely joy stick of yours, did you know that, darling Bart?"

"That's good." I looked around the room.

"What, Bart?"

"I need to wipe my dick, Monica."

"Why wipe it off? Let me take that lovely whang of yours in my mouth and wash it with my saliva?"

"I'll stand still. Rather, I'll kneel still and let you clean my cock with your sweet red lips."

"Thank you, Bart."

"Sure."

"You're a good kid, did you know that?"

"And you're the best teacher I ever had."

"That's a very funny joke, Bart."

"Who's joking?"

Monica giggled and took my cock between her lips. She licked it clean as a whistle and by the time she finished my skin flute was stiff again. Monica kissed the head of it and asked, "Do you want another blow job?"

"No. I want to feed it to your puss this time, teach."

Monica flopped over on her back and her legs drifted apart to receive my gift of flesh. I knelt between her marble thighs and she guided my penis toward her dewy tunnel of love. The head of my cock kissed the lips of her pussy for a moment, and then I hunched forward and filled her cunt with my love muscle. Monica sighed luxuriously and locked her arms around my neck to draw my face down between her sweaty breasts. I licked her cleavage for a few seconds while I poured the prick to her snatch, and then I twisted my face and my lips attacked the nipples of her heaving boobs.

"Oooh, you certainly know how to suck a girl's tits," Monica panted. "A few more times and you'll be the best breast player in town."

I kept sucking her lovely tits. Her nipples tasted like sweet rubber and made my lips happy. My cock glided in and out of her juicy snatch. The lips of her cunt tightened around my shaft, and this was my first experience with a snapping pussy, but not my last. Monica Hill knew how to turn a guy on and keep him that way; her hips churned and her ass bounced all over the blanket, and her pussy milked my dick until I reached my goal and orgasmed for the third time ... in the third different place.

Monica came at the same time and her cunt twitched around my penis until it turned soft and slipped out of her.

"Now I know how it feels to be well fucked," she said dreamily. "And I do mean fucked."

"I know the feeling."

"Your jism is running out of my pussy, darling. Hot jism. Lovely jism." She smiled. "How does it feel to be without a cherry, Bart?"

"Wonderful."

"Are you glad that I sucked it out of your cock the way I did?"

"Yes."

"Now you won't mind if I keep you after school two or three times a week, will you?"

I grinned. "I wouldn't give a shit if you kept me after school every night."

Monica Hill shook her head. "I'd like that, but we'll have to be careful. Miss Stump and Miss Follenbach usually stay late on Thursdays and eat each others cunts, and on Fridays Mr. Yates the principal shows up to soak his prick in my cunt. So, we'll have to settle for two days a week, darling."

"What two?"

"Monday and Wednesday."

I wondered about Tuesday, but I later learned that this was the day Miss Stump and Miss Follenbach took Monica out for a drive into the nearby woods during the noon hour and made her lap their cunts.

Monica got up from the blanket and said, "We'd better get dressed. I'll drive you home, Bart."

I slipped into my duds and watched her go through the motions of getting into hers. She stepped into her panties and tugged them into place over her hips. She patted her bulging crotch affectionately and said, "My pussy is happy with the licking and sticking you gave it, Bart."

"And your tight little asshole?"

"Gloriously sore, darling. I think yours is the biggest hunk of sausage I've ever had crammed up my pooper. It hurt so wonderfully I thought I'd shit all over you before you finished fucking me there."

"You really enjoy getting screwed in the ass that much, Monica?"

Monica nodded and fastened her bra into place. "Next to eating a juicy cock, I'd rather have meat up my ass than anyplace else. I suppose it goes back to my childhood and to the fact that my first sexual experience was an anal one. My father was afraid of making me pregnant, I was afraid to take his cock in my mouth, so we compromised and I let him stick me in my fanny with his dingus."

"And you liked it?"

"Did I ever! After that I couldn't wait for Mom to leave the house so Daddy could fuck the shit out of my asshole."

"Whose was the first cock you sucked? Your father's?"

Monica shook her head and crammed her breasts behind her bra. "The first cock I ever sucked was my grandfather's."

"He forced you?"

Monica reached for her skirt and slipped into it. "Hell no. I caught the old bastard playing with himself in the crapper. Scared the daylights out of him. He begged me not to squeal on him, and I promised not to, but only if he gave me a taste of his root. He did, and I sucked him off and immediately became a semen addict."

I handed Monica her soft pink sweater and helped her into it. My cock was hard again from listening to her talk, but I glanced at the wall clock and knew I'd better get my butt home before the old man came looking for me, providing he was sober enough to walk or drive in search of yours truly. I was a little afraid of him. He was possibly the meanest sonofabitch of a stepfather in six counties, and he didn't need much of an excuse to beat the shit out of me.

It was still raining hard when we ran outside and climbed into Monica's car. She played with my dick all the way home, and when she stopped to let me off at the lane that led to our farm house, she looked longingly at my naked cock and said, "I wish I could go down on that beautiful cock of yours once more before I turn you loose for the day, Bart."

"Go ahead."

"No. There's too much traffic. She did drop her head and give the head of my penis a quick kiss before she crammed it back inside my pants and said, "See you tomorrow, darling."

I nodded and stepped out into a mud puddle. I watched Monica Hill drive away and then I trudged slowly up the lane, and by the time I reached the kitchen door my whang was soft again.

I went to bed early that night, my thoughts filled with visions of lips, assholes and cunts I would see and use during the rest of the tomorrows I would have on this earth. It was a pleasant way to spend the time, thinking about sex, but I had to jerk myself off twice before I managed to fall asleep....

CHAPTER 2

After my first session with Monica Hill, there was no stopping me. I couldn't keep my mind off my prick. I walked around with a constant hard on. Monday and Wednesday went by fast, too fast, but they weren't enough to keep my cock satisfied, and after a couple of weeks I started thinking about Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, and what Monica had told me about those particular days, and the third Tuesday after giving up my cherry I became a part-time voyeur.

As soon as the noon bell rang I left the school ground and raced up the hill that led toward the nearby woods. I crouched behind a clump of elderberry bushes near the dirt road and waited. About three minutes later Miss Stump's dusty old clunker rattled past and turned into the trees. I shagged ass after them and got there in time to see Miss Stump, Miss Follenbach and Monica Hill climb out and kiss each other! With less than an hour left of their lunch break, they had no choice but to hurry and do whatever they had come here to do. I squatted down behind a scrub pine and looked the trio over. Miss Hill was the youngest and the prettiest of the lot, and today she was dressed in a scoop-necked Mexican blouse and a bright flaring peasant skirt that looked like a rainbow gone nuts. I was pretty close to them, and from my position I could tell that Monica's face was flushed with excitement, that her breasts were heaving and her nipples were hard and ready to be kissed. I grinned and looked at the other two women.

Miss Follenbach was wearing high heels, a tight black skirt and a mannish white blouse. She wore her black hair cut short, and the small slash of mouth in her bulldog face was generously painted with dark red lipstick. I had the damndest urge to run up to her and shove my cock between those tight red lips of hers.

I'd had the same urge the day Monica Hill took my cherry by going down on my skin flute, and in this instant I knew that getting blowed by a girl was the one form of sex I would always enjoy the most.

My eyes left Miss Follenbach and came to rest on the hatchet-faced Miss Stump. Everything was pointed where she was concerned, including her large, needle-tipped breasts. Tall, slender and ugly enough to make a good living by haunting houses, the old bitch still looked exciting enough for me to want to play the mattress game with her ... any damn way she wanted.

I wondered who was going to do the cunt lapping among them today, but a moment later the action got underway and I stopped wondering. The three teachers did a fast strip and started grabbing each others tits. There was enough there to grab. Miss Follenbach had tits the size of footballs, with nipples as black as the enormous patch of hair between her fat legs, while Monica wasn't exactly a slouch when it came to filling a bra. Neither was Miss Stump. Those long and pointed knockers of hers fascinated me, and as I hunkered behind the scrub pine I made myself a promise that one day soon I would get my hands on those tits and stick my peter between them.

I watched them fondle each others tits and the sweat popped out on my forehead and ran down the planes of my face. I sleeved the sweat from my eyes and took my cock out of my pants. I gripped my rigid rod and watched Monica Hill drop to her knees in front of Miss Stump, and a moment later Monica's tongue darted into the open and zeroed in on the puckered lips of Miss Stump's melting cunt.

I started loping my mule as my eyes followed Monica's cunt lapping technique. I thought she would scarf Miss Stump's quim, then Miss Follenbach's, and then they would leave, but before Monica could get really started Miss Follenbach reached inside the car and produced the biggest artificial penis I had ever seen, and that included the one I had caught a neighbor woman using on herself one night, not too long ago.

"Lift your sweet ass, dearie," I heard Miss Follenbach hiss as she nuzzled the head of the peter cheater against Monica's sphincter. "That new dildo I ordered two weeks ago arrived this morning, and I want to christen it with your tight little asshole. Lift those cheeks, dearie-teacher has a present for you."

Monica stopped lapping Miss Stump's cunt and looked at the awesome dildo Miss Follenbach was offering to shove up her anus. The blood drained from Monica's pretty face and her blue-eyes flew wide in terror.

"No," Monica shouted, "please don't stick that big thing in my pooper. It will tear my insides up. Don't. Please."

Miss Follenbach's ugly face turned uglier as anger jumped into it. I didn't know it at the time, but the fat old bitch had a sadistic streak in her nature that was a mile long and three feet wide. In a way, so did Miss Stump, because the moment Monica refused the dildo both women joined forces and forced her to take it up her ass.

Miss Stump grabbed Monica by the hair and thrust her snatch against Monica's mouth. She held her there and ordered her to start sucking her cunt. I guess Monica obeyed because pretty soon Miss Stump's hips started twitching as if her pussy had suddenly developed a bad case of the tic.

Meanwhile, Miss Follenbach lifted Monica's smooth white haunches and buried the knob of the dildo beyond her sphincter. I could almost imagine the pain Monica was feeling as I tightened my grip on my prick and increased the speed of my strokes.

Monica screamed and tried to escape the searching dildo, but a pulsebeat later Miss Follenbach laughed like a berserk woodpecker and shoved the plastic dong all the way home. Monica grunted like a kicked pig and then the pain must have passed the way it did the time I fucked her in the rectum, for soon her hips caught on fire and began a fast grinding motion that excited me so much I squeezed my prick and popped my nuts.

I crouched behind the scrub pine with jism dripping from my fingers and listened to Monica's grunts as she continued to lap Miss Stump's cunt and take the dildo up her churning ass. Suddenly, surprising the hell out of me, Monica stopped eating Miss Stump's box and stretched her length on the moss. Her tits mashed into the moss and as she pressed her cheek into the earth with her face toward me, I saw her eyes roll back in their sockets and I knew that she was shuddering her way through a violent orgasm....

"Time to get back to school, girls," Miss Stump said as she started dressing.

Monica didn't move. She lay there on the moss, on her belly, with the dildo still sticking out of her ass like a miniature tree on a lonely marble island of flesh....

I waited until they dressed and left. Then I wiped the jism from my fingers with a handful of dry leaves and made my way back to the school ground. I spent the rest of the afternoon watching Monica Hill walk around the room in a slightly bowlegged fashion, and she didn't have to tell me that her ass was sore. Nor did she have to tell me that she was happy, because her face glowed with the satisfaction of being a well fucked woman.

So this is what happens on Tuesday, I thought as I lifted my eyes from the comic book I was reading and looked across the aisle to find Venetta Sincavage sneaking a look at me. Now all I have to do is find out about Thursday and Friday....

I thought Thursday would never end. I remembered Monica telling me that Miss Stump and Miss Follenbach usually swapped out, and now I was curious as to which one would do the best job on the other. My dick stayed hard all day, and during both recesses I did my best to talk Venetta Sincavage into going for a walk into the woods with me, but the little brunette still had her maidenhead and she wanted to keep it for her future husband.

I suppose I loved Venetta even then, but at the moment my dick was stiff and I was pissed off at her for making like a frightened virgin.

"You can keep your cherry," I told Venetta. "Just walk out into the woods with me so I can play with your boobs a little and sort of rub my dink between your legs."

"No, Bart."

"Aw, come on. I won't hurt you. Just let me touch you a little. Nobody will ever know."

Venetta shook her head. "I'd know, Bart. I'm a nice girl and I want to stay that way until I get married."

"Aw shit!" I started to walk away and Venetta caught my hand in hers.

"Don't be angry with me, Bart," Venetta said. "I like you very much. I would even marry you, but I can't do what you ask of me. Please understand."

"Fuck it," I said and walked away from her, giving my ass a mental kick for not trying to make both recesses with one or all three of the Pegrow girls. I knew they fucked. There wasn't a kid in school, except myself, who hadn't put the blocks to those little whores....

My cock kept aching.

And the long day finally passed.

I stalled until the school bus left and the kids who had their bikes stopped waiting for me and took off. Then I rode around the back of the school and hid my bike behind the boy's toilet. I waited for about ten minutes, and when I finished my second Bull Durham cigarette I left my place of concealment and entered the school through the front door. The hallway was quiet and filled with the smell of blackboard chalk, sweeping compound and the odor of a million sneakers that would never die. The water fountain dripped softly, but not an-noyingly. I took a deep breath and moved down the hall, careful to avoid the boards that creaked, but when I reached the slightly ajar door that led to the room Miss Stump and Miss Follenbach occupied I knew a herd of elephants running down the fucking hall wouldn't have attracted their attention, let alone little me.

Miss Stump was doing all of the work this time. She was eating Miss Follenbach's snatch from a kneeling position, and her lips made loud smacking sounds while she did her best to lick her partner into an orgasm.

Once again I took my dick out of my pants and played with it.

Miss Follenbach had her blouse open and her big tits naked and in her hands. She kneaded her knockers and panted, her mouth slightly open to aid the raggedness of her breathing. I looked at her hairy cunt and the expert way Miss Stump was going down on it, and I wished the mouth doing the eating of that box was mine....

I blew my lump before Miss Follenbach did, but I waited until they were finished before I moved toward the dark end of the hall and waited for them to leave. I had a reason for lingering. I wanted to kneel in the same spot where Miss Stump had knelt and jerk off again before I went home.

Miss Stump left first, and a minute or two later Miss Follenbach followed. I grinned and walked into the room they had just vacated. I knelt down and started to beat my meat, and just when it started to get good to me someone said, "Aha!" and my prick slipped out of my hand and damn near tore a hole in the wooden floor.

"I thought I saw you making like a Peeping Tom awhile ago," Miss Follenbach said as she walked into the room and jerked me to my feet. "You were marked for one hell of a beating until I took another look and saw that beautiful skin flute of yours."

I was scared shitless. I didn't know what to expect from this kinked-up woman. I was trying to figure a way out when she caught my prick in her hand and said, "I want that big hunk of baloney I'm holding in my hand, Bart, and you're going to give it to me."

"How?" I sounded like a fucking Indian who had flunked sandbox and bead stringing before becoming a kindergarten dropout.

"All ways, baby, but you can start the ball rolling by fucking me in my mouth."

"Huh?" I felt as stupid as I sounded. "I don't understand, Miss Follenbach."

She squeeezed my cock and giggled. "Call me Inez, darling. What I want you to do to me is simple, really. I'll stretch out on my back. Then you straddle my tits and screw me in the mouth. I'll tighten my lips over your big whang and let you do all the work. How does that grab you, Bart?"

I nodded. I didn't know it at the time, but this ugly bitch was about to add to the techniques I would use when I finally ventured into the world and became a professional stud.

"I think I'd like to try it," I said bashfully.

"You've got no choice, baby. Turn me down in any way and I'll cut your cock off and shove it down your throat."

I swallowed hard but made no answer.

"Take your clothes off," Inez said. "Strip naked and let me see that sweet young body of yours."

I undressed in one hell of a hurry. I didn't want her to get mad and turn me into a dickless wonder.

"My, my," Inez cooed as she trapped my prick in her greedy hand again and gave it a lick and a promise, "you look like a miniature Greek god. A couple more years and every woman who sees you will cream in her panties and wish she could be the one to take or taste this big fat root of yours. But to hell with tomorrow; today is mine and so are you and the cock I'm holding." She pumped my dick again, then said, "Do you usually come a lot, baby?"

"Yes." I nodded toward the door. "There's a puddle of my jism in the hallway."

Inez released my cock and walked over to have a look. I saw her ugly face crumple in a smile and a heartbeat later she sank to her dimpled knees and proceeded to lick my come from the floor, and when she had it all lapped up she stood up and came back to face me again, still smiling.

"Your cock juice is tasty, baby," Inez said with a harsh laugh. "I only hope your next load is as heavy with flavor."

"It should be."

"It better be."

Inez always dressed in the same way-black skirt and a mannish white blouse-and now she removed them along with her bra and panties and showed me her big tits and hairy snatch. My nose took one whiff of the aroma that wafted upward from between her fat thighs and turned my stomach sour. Her cunt smelled like a pond full of dead fish. I hoped she wouldn't try to make me go down on her, but at this point I couldn't be sure of anything.

She sank to the oily floor and stretched out on her back. She smiled at me over the peaks of her breasts and said, "Straddle my knockers and feed me that beautiful whang of yours, baby. Big pink peter is my favorite food. I'm so fruit for the root I usually fall asleep at night with a hunk of sausage in my mouth, after I soak it in my cunt to give it some flavor."

I ignored her stinking snatch and straddled her chest. Her breasts were hot against the cheeks of my ass. They felt good. Inez puckered her red lips and guided the head of my prick between them. A moment later I crammed the rest of it down her throat and did my best to strangle her, but my best wasn't good enough....

She gurgled like a busted shit bowl and cupped my balls in her hand, and her lips gripped my gliding shaft and added sensation after sensation to the fucking I was giving her mouth. It was poetry in motion, while at the same time it was the height of madness during the noon rush hour in downtown Hell. I felt as if the soul would pour out through the head of my cock when I orgasmed, but at the moment I didn't give a damn about anything except the lips massaging my penis. Thrill needles stitched the design of passion in every fiber of my body and made me feel helpless and at the mercy of the greedy god of lust, for a pulsebeat later the light went out in the reasoning part of my brain and the juice of love gushed out of my whang and filled her waiting mouth.

Inez rolled me off of her tits and rasped, "Now me, Bart. Bury your pretty face between my thighs and put the tongue to my juicy cunt."

I heard her but I wasn't about to lap that stinking snatch of hers. Not a chance! I looked at the drop of juice that had splashed from my dick against the corner of her mouth and made a dive for my clothes, and before she could get her fat ass up from the floor I was making like a male Godiva on my bicycle toward the nearest stand of timber....

The next few weeks went by in a hurry. I avoided Miss Follenbach, made the usual two days with Monica Hill, and spent my spare time looking around for other wild cherries to pick with my prick. There were enough of them around the school, including Venetta Sincavage, but the three Pegrow sisters looked like the easiest to harvest and stash in the silo of lust, so I went after them ... one at a time.

I started with the oldest and worked my way down to the youngest; I didn't believe in eating my dessert first.

Josie Pegrow, at sixteen, was the eldest and the most voluptuous of the three, with long black hair and boobs as large as ripe cantaloupes. She wasn't the most beautiful bitch in the country, but at the same time I wouldn't have to drape a flag over her face and fuck for Old Glory.

I collared Josie during the noon hour and offered her a ride home on the handlebars of my bike. I looked her over while I talked. She was wearing the standard skirt and blouse most of the school kids climbed into these days, but she had more to crowd into her blouse than the others. My hands itched to get at those jugs of hers, and I think she sensed this, for she nodded her acceptance and said, "You can pick me up at the bottom of the hill, Bart. I could use a ride."

She was waiting for me behind a clump of bushes when I rode up. She plopped her ass on the frame and we took off for home. There was a stretch of woods between school and the little town of Ridge where we lived, and when we reached the old side road that led into Jerko's Meadow I swung into it.

Josie gave me a hasty sidelong glance and said, "It's a bit early in the season to pick apples, isn't it, Bart?"

"How about cherries?"

She grinned. "Would you settle for the box the cherry came in?"

I knew she liked to talk dirty so I didn't pull any punches with my vocabulary. "There's more than one place to keep a cherry, Josie. The cunt is just one of them."

"I know."

"The mouth."

Josie shook her head. "No cherry there, either. I've had so many dicks rubbed against my tonsils I sometimes think I was born sucking a cock."

"What about your asshole?"

Josie shook her head again. "That's the one place I haven't been tapped, Bart."

"Why not?"

"Nobody asked me."

"I'm asking."

Josie sighed. "All right, Bart. I'll let you fuck me in the ass, but only if you do something for me."

"Name it."

"Give my naked buttocks a taste of your belt before you fill my anus full of your dingus."

"You like to be whipped?"

"Only with leather." Josie sighed dreamily. "I have a dream, Bart. Someday I'll have money enough to wear nothing but leather, including leather bra and panties. I get creamy at the thought of all that beautiful leather rubbing against my tits and cunt and the cheeks of my ass." Abruptly she changed the subject and said, "There's the meadow."

"I see it."

"That crooked apple tree over there has a nice bed of moss under it."

"How would you know?"

"I've been here before."

We left the bike beside the dirt road and walked toward the crooked apple tree, and as we moved through the ankle high grass I slipped my arm around Josie and palmed one of her big tits.

"Nice," I said. "Nice and hard."

"You like?"

"I like. Nipples?"

"Long."

"And dark?"

"No. Pink. Coral pink."

"Suckable?"

"I hope so. I like to have my tits sucked before I sex it up with someone. Are you a good breast player, Bart?"

"I'll let you be the judge of that, Josie. Here's the apple tree."

Josie giggled. "Adam and Eve all over again."

"Not quite. I don't see any talking snake and I haven't got an appetite for green apples."

"You're crazy."

"No, just oversexed."

Josie smiled at the prominent bulge in my pants and said, "Christ, you're hung like a fucking mule, Bart. No damn wonder Miss Hill licks her chops every time she takes a peek at your fly whenever she thinks nobody is looking."

"Peeking isn't all she's done, Josie. I've been slipping the meat to her for a few weeks now."

"No kidding."

"No kidding."

"I'll be damned!"

I shook my head. "No, just fucked. In the ass."

"But not until after you work me over with your beautiful leather belt."

"All right."

"Do you want to undress me, or should I do it myself?"

"Go ahead. I enjoy watching a girl undress."

"You sound like an expert."

"Not yet, but I'm learning."

Josie laughed throatily and lifted her hand to the top button of her blouse. First one hand, then the other. I stood there with a throbbing cock and watched her fingers loosen the buttons until the blouse gaped open, and her long red fingernails fascinated me and made my dick feel harder. The blouse gaped and her crowded bra came into view. I stepped forward and rubbed the palms of my hands against the bra and a heartbeat later her nipples turned stiff and stabbed against the salmon pink material that held them captive. They were long nipples, and I knew that I would enjoy sucking her beautiful tits until my lips got tired.

Josie nudged the blouse from her smooth shoulders and shrugged out of it. Then she reached behind her, unsnapped the bra and tumbled her tits into nakedness. The skirt went next, then the panties, and a few seconds later she was stark naked. I took one look at her hairy cunt and damn near came in my pants. I swallowed hard and did a fast strip of my own. I shook my penis at her and said, "Bend over and touch your toes, Josie; I have a nice stiff present for you."

"Not yet," Josie hissed, her naked breasts heaving with the passion of anticipation. "The belt. I want a taste of your belt before you put the prick to my ass. Please, Bart."

I did as she asked. I removed the belt from my pants and gripped the buckle. This was a new game for me, one I hadn't played before, but if this was the way she wanted it....

"My tits," Josie said through clenched teeth. "Use your belt on my tits. Don't be gentle. Put that sweet leather belt to me and really make my tits ache and burn with pain. Hurry, Bart!"

"Now?"

"Now, Bart. Put the leather to me and make me blow my lump. Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me!"

I zeroed in on her heaving knockers and stung the daylights out of her with the belt. Josie screamed like a puppy who had just discovered his mother was a bitch and her stomach muscles quivered at the deliciousness of the moment as the pain spread into her hairy cunt and triggered the moisture that makes eating pussy worthwhile.

I held back on my second swing and asked, "Did I hit you too hard?"

"No, darling. Not hard enough. Don't stop. Lay it on me, lay it on me!"

I did. I got so wrapped up in my work I almost had an orgasm, for there was something about the thought of inflicting pain upon another person and hearing them scream that brought out the beast in me and made me feel as if I were getting a first class piece of tail from a desperate whore. I got so carried away, in fact, that I reversed the belt in my hand and hit her in the cunt with the buckle, and this time she really did lift her voice in a howl of pain.

"I love you," she shouted. "I love your belt! Oh, please, hurt me harder!"

I snapped the buckle against her hairy cunt again and this time she collapsed to the bed of leaves under the crooked apple tree and had an orgasm that must have been out of this world.

"Jesus," Josie muttered over and over again, "I don't think I ever had such a juicy come!"

I dropped the belt I was holding to the ground and helped her erect. The head of my cock nuzzled her dimpled navel and her tits brushed against my chest. Josie smiled dreamily and trapped my penis in her warm hand. She gave it a lick and a promise with her fingers and said, "Now you can take that big prod of yours and ram it up my tight little ass, darling Bart."

Darling Bart couldn't turn her around fast enough to get between the cheeks of her ass. I spun her around and tested her sphincter with my middle finger. She sucked wind and stood up on her tiptoes.

"Oooh," she said sharply. "I think you have a hangnail!"

"I just hope you don't have piles," I replied as I shoved her toward the tree. "Better wrap your arms around the tree trunk and hang on, Josie; I don't want you to fall down when I bury my bone in the graveyard of your dirty ass."

Josie giggled like a room full of Alka-Seltzer and hugged the tree trunk. I moved into position behind her and nuzzled the head of my penis against her puckered sphincter.

"Come on, darling," Josie said harshly. "Don't tease me with that fat prick of yours.

Shove the lovely thing up my ass and make me beg for mercy."

This kid really likes pain, I thought as I gripped her wide hips and hunched forward, and stuffed my cock deep in her ass. Her knees buckled and I had to hang on to her hips to keep her from falling, but after the initial pain passed and my balls came to rest against the cheeks of her smooth white ass, her hips went wild and I knew that my dick was getting good to her.

"Oh boy!" Josie said as she hugged the tree trunk. "You really rang my bell that time! I never knew I could have an orgasm from getting hit in the crapper. It feels good. Go, man go! Stir my shit and make my asshole sing and my pussy jealous! Grind it to me, darling, grind it to me...!"

I ground it to her.

My cock wormed in and out of her ass, and each time I lunged into her my scrotum kissed her cheeks and made me feel like the king of Greece. I was busier than a dog with two peters. I fucked her hard, I fucked her good, I fucked her furiously, and just as I was about to pop my nuts an apple fell from the fucking tree and scared the dick right out of her asshole when it hit me on top of my head!

"What the hell-?" Josie said as she reached behind herself and guided my prick into her anus once more.

"Shit," I said. "One of those damn apples clunked me on the noggin and scared the hell out of me ... just as I was about to get my jollies and fill your pooper with a hot load of jism."

"Well, don't stop now," Josie panted as she tightened her brownie around my shaft. "Keep going and fuck the hell out of my ass, darling. Fuck me and give me another come."

I started fucking her again. My stomach muscles ached and my legs trembled as I once more raced toward the yawning gates of release, and a heartbeat later I locked my cock in her asshole and filled it with my hot semen.

"Oooh," Josie shrilled. "Your cock juice feels like the hottest fire in hell!"

I shivered the last drop of jism into her ass and the shiver was so violent a bushel of apples dropped from the tree and thudded against the ground.

"I never knew a fuck in the ass could feel so good," Josie said as I took my dick out of her anus and stepped back to watch the jism run down the inner paths of her marble thighs. "I think I came three times."

"That's good."

"That's a record."

I looked down at my cock and said, "The little bastard is all dirty."

"Let me clean it for you," Josie said as she sank to her knees and took it in her mouth. She licked my dick, then put the tongue to my balls and lapped them dry. "Umm. I never knew my juices would taste so good!"

I helped her to her feet and watched her dress, and when she was finished I slipped into my clothes and said, "Thanks, Josie."

Josie was one year older and a million years wiser than me. She smiled at me and said, "Never thank a girl for letting you put the dick to her, Bart. That's not the way the game is played. You find a girl, feel her, fuck her and forget her, but you never stop to say thank you. Remember that, pretty boy, and you'll never have to worry about ending up with a wife and a houseful of rug rats."

"Good advice, but I thought most girls wanted to end up married."

"Not this one. I've got my life all planned. One more year and I'll be old enough to leave home, and then I'll move to the big city and become a whore."

"A whore?"

Josie nodded. "The beginning of my dream, Bart. I guess it sounds crazy to a boy, but my ambition in life is to start out as a whore and save my money, and then buy a building and become the most famous madam in the whole world."

"I don't think it sounds crazy, Josie."

"Think of it, Bart," Josie went on as if I hadn't spoken. "A few years from now the whole world might know me as the leather madam."

"Leather madam?"

Josie nodded again. "Leather, Bart. When I'm rich, leather is the only thing I'll wear."

"I hope you get your fucking dream, Josie."

She looked at me and smiled. "I think you mean it, Bart."

"I do."

We started across the meadow and Josie asked, "What kind of dream do you have for tomorrow, Bart?"

"I don't know. I can't seem to think past my next bone on...."

"You will, Bart. When the time is right, you'll know exactly what you want from life."

"I suppose you're right, Josie."

"I know damn well I am." I nodded and dismissed the rest of my life with a typical kid's gesture-I grabbed Josie by the ass and said, "Did you enjoy having your brownie tamped by me?"

"You know damn well I did, Bart. I also enjoyed the belting you gave me." She shivered at the memory of it and her voice sounded distant as she added, "We'll have to do it again."

"We will," I said as I took my cock out of my pants once more, "but for the moment I'd like you to give me a blow job."

Josie's eyes twinkled with amusement as she took my dong in her hand and milked it with her fingers. "Don't you have to hurry home, Bart?"

I grinned. "I'm not in that big a hurry."

Josie laughed and sank to her knees, and a heartbeat later my cock vanished inside her ripe red mouth, and she sucked it until I came and gave her a generous taste of my semen.

"I love you, Josie," I said as I stood beside my bike and watched her lick my nuts.

"No," Josie said as she gave my scrotum a final swipe with her tongue and stood up. "You'll never really love anybody, Bart."

"Aw-"

"I mean it, Bart," Josie said as she stuffed my dick back inside my pants and zipped me up. "Today you're a pretty boy, and tomorrow you'll be a pretty man-"

"What the hell does that have to do with it?"

"Everything, Bart. You haven't had time or experience enough to discover that every girl and woman who meets you will want your loving, but when you do awaken you'll play it for all you're worth. You'll break a lot of hearts before something happens to you, but I doubt that you'll ever find happiness."

She was trying to tell me something, but she didn't know how and I didn't care to listen....

I dumped Josie off in front of her house and went home. My stepfather was waiting for me on the kitchen porch. He was half loaded again. The big bastard was always half loaded. I knew I was in for an ass chewing again, but I didn't give a shit. I let him flip his lid and when he finished I went inside to scrounge some food. I heard my stepfather drive off in his clunker but I didn't pay it any mind until Mom walked into the kitchen and said, "You can relax now, Bart. He won't be back until the damn bar closes."

I smelled the booze on Mom's breath and turned for a look. I'd never paid much attention to her before, but now I noticed her. I guess this was because I'd lost my cherry to an older woman and now everything that had tits and a slit looked like a possible lay. Mom looked pretty damn good to me. She was thirty-five and still attractive, short and plump, with dyed orange hair and big fat tits. She wore mules and a quilted housecoat belted at the waist, and she smelled of the five-and-dime perfume I would always associate with cheap whores in later years, but at the moment she excited me.

"I don't give a damn if he never comes back," I said. "I'm not married to the old sonofabitch; you are."

"That's no way to talk about Axel," Mom said without emotion. "He keeps a roof over our heads."

"Some roof! Cockroaches and mice big as cats for company, and all the water you can drink when it rains because the roof leaks like a baby with bad kidneys."

"Bart-"

"I have to put up with him, but I don't have to like him, so let's drop the subject, Mom."

Mom nodded and sat down in the nearest chair. The fenders of her housecoat parted and exposed her plump thighs so far up I got a glimpse of her hairy snatch. She took her time covering up and I began to wonder if she was careless from the booze or if she knew what she was doing. A moment later I knew the answer, for Mom smiled suddenly and said, "You remind me more and more of your father every day, Bart."

This made the first time Mom had brought up the subject of my father, and now I knew that she was drunk. I didn't know a hell of a lot about my father, except for the fact that he had cut out on Mom a few days after I was born. Now I was curious.

"What was he like, Mom?" I asked.

"Pour me a drink and I'll tell you. I think it's time you knew the truth about your father."

I located the bottle of homemade wine and poured two drinks, then sat down in a spot where the view would be better if she decided to cross her legs and show me her hairy love box again.

Mom sipped her wine and started talking. Father was a handsome man, she said like me, and women chased him all over hell.

"The same way they're starting to chase you," Mom said with a soft laugh.

"Me?"

"Don't bother to lie, son. I do your washing, remember?" She laughed again. "Pecker tracks on your pants and lipstick on your shorts usually spell out sex games, don't they? Oh, don't look so worried; I'm not going to give you hell. I couldn't do anything with your father, either. He was the kind of man who needed more than one woman; that's why he left me."

"Is he still alive?"

Mom nodded. "But not well. He made a mistake and started using narcotics about three years back, and now he's living with a rich old woman who feeds his habit, and in return he does her bidding. Don't ever let that happen to you, Bart. Love your women and leave them, and never let any of them trick you into becoming their slaves ... the way your father did."

"You don't hate him?"

"I never did. No woman can ever really hate a good lover. Are you a good lover, son?"

"I'm just learning."

"Having the right teacher helps. I could help you."

"Why?"

"I have a reason, Bart. I learned something from your father, that women will pay for love the same as a man if they're interested."

"I don't understand, Mom."

"Money, Bart. We could go somewhere and make money with your body." She told me what a gigolo was, then added, "A professional stud. I could line up the women and bring them to you. Think of it, son-we'd be rich in no time."

This was crazy. My own mother wanted to turn me into a stud! Still, the idea appealed to me. I knew even then that I would be a good stud, because I had excellent staying power. The malady with which I was afflicted, I later learned, was satyriasis.

"What about Axel?" I asked.

Mom crossed her legs and showed me her hairy pussy again, and this time I knew she wanted me to see it.

"I only married him to provide for us until you grew up, Bart. Thirteen isn't very old, I know, but I took a look at your dingus while you were asleep last night, and it makes you more than grown up."

"Where will we go, Mom?"

"Crocker City is big enough."

"But is it far enough to keep Axel from coming after us?"

"Fuck Axel," Mom said as she spread her legs and showed me the moist lips of her cunt. "He's too worn out to do me any good anyhow."

I remembered the nights I'd heard them jazzing it up in the next room and said, "He didn't used to be that way, Mom."

Mom nodded. "Not until he developed a taste for little pink peters. Now all he wants is a juicy cock to suck on, and I don't have one to offer him. The only reason he never tried for yours is because I threatened him with the police. No, he won't bother us, son."

I uncrossed my legs and let Mom see the big hard on I had. "When do we leave?"

"In three weeks. As soon as school ends for the summer. All right with you?"

"Sure, but what are we going to use for money when we get to Crocker City?"

"Leave it to me, son. There are two or three men here in Ridge who will be more than glad to pay for the privilege of shoving their dicks up my pussy."

"I don't blame them," I said with a grin. "You have a nice hairy one."

"Would you like to fill it with your dick, son?"

"Not yet, Mom."

"Why not?" , "Because it looks so nice and juicy I'd like to get on my knees and put the tongue to it."

Mom giggled and spread her legs a little wider. "I'd like that, son. It's been a long time since I had my box scarfed. But not in the kitchen. Let's go into your bedroom, just in case Axel comes home early. I wouldn't want him to walk in and catch me doing the sex bit with you while we're both in the nude."

I nodded, grabbed the bottle of wine and followed her into my bedroom. Once there she didn't waste any time getting out of her quilted housecoat. She loosened the belt and shrugged out of it, and gave me my first close look at her gigantic breasts. Christ, but they were big and beautiful, completely without sag, with long black nipples now stiff with desire.

"Your nipples are as black as the hair on your cunt," I said. "I'm glad you didn't dye your cooze orange to match the hair on your head."

Mom looked down at herself. "It is hairy, isn't it?"

"I like it that way."

"So did you father. He used to enjoy lapping my pussy, but he didn't want me to shave my cunt. He always said he didn't mind going through a lot of brush to get to a picnic."

"I think I'd have liked him," I said as I removed my clothes. "I'm sorry he left you."

I thought I saw hatred jump into Mom's eyes, but a moment later it was gone and I forgot about everything except the pile of black hair between her plump legs and the drooling lips of her quivering cunt. I started to sink to my knees but Mom trapped my prick in her right hand and said, "Not yet, darling. Suck my tits a little first and make my pussy juicier for your lips and tongue."

"I'd like that, Mom. You have suckable tits."

"You used to enjoy sucking on them when you were a baby. I'd put a tit in your mouth and you'd eat and make me come in my panties while you were doing it." She squeezed my prod and said, "A few days after your father left me, I was feeding you tit milk when the meter reader came from the electric company. He said he envied you so I let him have some milk from my other tit. It felt wonderful to have both tits sucked at the same time, believe me. I wish I had two mouths on them right now."

I nuzzled her left breast and said, "This meter man-was that all he did to you that day?"

"No."

"Tell me."

"Start sucking my tits and I will."

I tapped a nipple between my lips and proceeded to suck it, and Mom talked....

"He was a little pot-bellied old bastard, but he had a dong on him like a stud horse. Long and fat. I took it out of his pants while he was gnawing on my tit. I went through the motions of jerking him off, but he came up with a better suggestion, so while you continued to suck the milk out of my tit, I stood up and let him shove his prick up my ass. God, but that was a treat!"

Her words drove me wild and a pulsebeat later I left her tit and dropped my face to her hairy cunt. My lips found her clitoris and I put the tongue to it. Mom shivered and shrilled, "Yes, baby, gnaw on my clit! Ah! Now drive your sweet tongue between the lips of my twat. That's it. Ah, your tongue feels beautiful...."

The hair on her cunt tickled my face and added to the pleasure her juicy pussy was giving me. I made loud smacking sounds as I lapped her box, and I enjoyed every bit of the moisture that oozed from it. She had the tastiest quim I'd ever meet....

"Eat me, Bart. Eat, eat, eat!"

I gripped the cheeks of her fat ass and rammed my tongue all the way up her churning cunt. I felt her shudder convulsively and a moment later she had a violent orgasm. I didn't stop. I kept licking her cunt until it turned dry against my mouth, and then I removed my face from between her legs and stood up.

"You'll make a wonderful stud," Mom said as she caught my cock in her hot hand and nuzzled the dewy head of it against her dimpled navel. "As long as you're versatile. And now it's my turn to take care of your dong. Would you like me to suck you off, or do you want to fuck me?"

I remembered what I had done to Josie Pegrow with my belt. Now I snatched a long handled hair brush from my dresser and said, "Let me take you across my lap and spank your ass pink, Mom."

Mom hesitated, but only for a second, and then she said, "You are just like your father. That sonofabitch used to spank the shit out of me sometimes."

"Did you like it?"

"Very much."

I sat down on the edge of the bed and Mom draped herself across my lap, face down, then rasped, "Give it to me good, daddy."

The hairbrush cracked loudy against the cheeks of her ass. Mom screamed. I didn't stop. I hit her harder. Again and again. I held her down and spanked the shit out of her, and all the while my whang throbbed with increasing passion....

"Spank me harder, daddy!"

The cheeks of her ass turned pink and beautiful. My arm got tired and I stopped. I stared at her trembling ass and then, without realizing what I was doing, I reversed the brush in my hands and jammed the long handle up her asshole. Mom yelled like a raped ape and tried to get away from me, but I held her down while I fucked her with the hairbrush handle, and after awhile the pain passed and she started to wriggle her ass as if it were filled with a prick.

"God," she moaned as she bounced all over my lap, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

And she did....

She lay spent across my lap with the hairbrush sticking out of her ass like a black periscope.

"You bastard," she whispered. "I wasn't expecting to get cornholed like that."

"The brush is still in your ass, Mom. Do you want me to do it again?"

"No. Take it out."

I removed the long handled brush from her ass, looked at it and said, "It's dirty, Mom."

"I know."

I shoved her from my lap, then made her kneel. I studied the brush for a moment and then I said, "Clean the brush, Mom."

"Give me a tissue."

I shook my head. "With your mouth."

"You want me to lick it?"

"Why not?"

"You're crazy!"

Something snapped inside of me. I tasted nothing but contempt for the woman who had delivered me from her womb. I didn't know it then but this was the beginning of the contempt I would feel towards all women for the rest of my life, and it would grow stronger and stronger as time progressed. The brush became a symbol of humiliation, and I wanted to humiliate my mother. God, how I wanted to humiliate her!

"Lick the handle," I snapped.

"No!"

I caught one of Mom's tits in my hand and squeezed it until tears of pain filled her eyes.

"Lick it, you lousy bitch!" I rasped.

"Please. You're hurting me, son."

"I'm not your son, you whore-I'm your lover! You wanted my cock and you're going to get it, but you'll lick this brush first. Now lick this brush handle or I'll fuck you up so bad nobody will ever look at you again."

Mom hesitated again and this time I forced the handle between her teeth. After she did and nearly gagged, she settled down and obeyed my command. She took the brush handle out of her mouth and licked it clean, and when she finished I made her get on her hands and knees and rammed my dick up her ass. I fucked her ass until I popped my nuts. By the time she finished, she was sobbing.

"You shouldn't have humiliated me so, Bart," Mom said as she made her feet. "Someday you'll discover that having me for an enemy is the worst thing you could have done."

I was like a boy possessed. I wanted to hurt her. I did hurt her. I punched her between the tits and knocked her to the floor, and then I kicked her in the stomach until she passed out, but I still wasn't satisfied, and so I knelt down beside her and jerked off in her face.

I waited until she came to and then I forced her to blow me. She sucked me off and liked it, and when she finished eating my root I said, "Now get the hell away from me and stay away from me ... forever!"

"But we have plans, darling...."

I shook my head. "Find yourself another boy, Mom. I've got plans of my own, and they don't include you. As soon as school ends I'm leaving, and if you try to stop me I'll tell the whole whorish world that you seduced me."

Mom sighed in resignation. "All right, Bart. I won't try to stop you."

"Get out of my room, I'm tired."

Mom snatched up her quilted housecoat and walked out of the room. I locked the door and stretched out on the bed to plan my future. I was only thirteen, but I was smart enough to know I needed protection from someone. I remembered an aunt who lived in Crocker City and nodded in the darkness. Yes, Aunt Alma Quiller would take me in until I found a better place to stay.

I couldn't wait for the next three weeks to pass, for school to end for the summer, but while I waited I lusted it up with the Pegrow sisters, Monica Hill and a few others. The only one I couldn't get was Venetta Sincavage. The bitch kept playing hard to get.

She played too hard to get. It pissed me off. I think this was why I decided to rape her at the first opportunity.

I wanted that wild cherry of hers.

I wanted it so bad I could taste it.

I started watching her.

I bided my time....

School ended at noon on the last day. We all ran out of the building yelling like a bunch of fucking Indians, everybody comparing report cards and making plans for the summer, but all I had on my mind was Venetta Sincavage. I saw her standing with Katie Romer, a tiny wasp-waisted girl of twelve who was just starting to bud out in the chest, and I walked up to them.

"Did you pass?" I asked them, but I didn't really give a shit about their report cards.

Venetta nodded. "Did you?"

"Yes. Can I give you a ride home on my bike?"

I had the beginning of a hard on and Venetta noticed it. She blushed deeply and said, "I'm being picked up by my parents in a few minutes."

The school bus was leaving and the school ground was becoming deserted.

"Then I'll say good-by now," I said.

Venetta stared at me in surprise. "Good-by?"

I nodded. "I'm leaving for Crocker City tonight."

Venetta thought something over and said, "You have to pass our house on the way to the bus depot, Bart. The folks will be playing bingo at the church by then. Why don't you stop by?"

I knew better than to expect a blow job or a piece of ass from Venetta, but I did know that I would take her virginity before I boarded my bus to Crocker City.

"I'll do that," I said and Venetta scooted away to meet the car that just drove up.

I walked over to my bike and had my leg halfway over the frame when little Katie Romer said timidly, "Will you give me a ride home, Bart?"

I took a closer look at the twelve year old Katie and liked what I saw. She had on a short skirt and a boyish white blouse that clung to her body and betrayed the budding, apple-sized titties she was developing. She had a tiny waist and nice little hips, and the way the skirt hugged her rear end made me wonder if she could handle my six inch prick.

"Sure," I said as I dropped my bike to the ground, "I'll give you a ride. But first you'll have to do me a favor."

Katie smiled. "What?"

"Play a game with me."

"I like games."

"This is a special kind of game, Katie. It takes a big girl to play it."

"I'm a big girl."

"Are you?"

"Yes. Just tell me what I have to do, Bart, and I'll show you."

"Wait here, Katie."

"All right, Bart."

My dick was stiff in my pants as I walked around to the front door and tried it. The door was locked. I grinned. The stinking teachers were just as anxious as the kids to vacate the premises on the last day of school. I walked back to Katie and said, "There's an open window on the first grade classroom. I want you to come inside with me. I want to show you something."

"Well, I don't know...."

"I thought you said you were a big girl, Katie?"

"I am."

"Then stop acting like a scared kid."

"All right, Bart."

I took her hand in mine and led her around to the back of the building.

"I think this is the window," I said. "I'll boost you up to try it."

Katie nodded and I boosted her up. Her skirt hiked and I stared at her panty-clad haunches while she opened the window. She climbed inside the room and I was right behind her. I noticed new color in her cheeks and grinned. She was excited about this adventure we were having, but she was also curious.

"Are we going to take something?" she asked in a whisper.

I shook my head. "We're going to play a game in here, Katie." I took my cock out of my pants and showed it to her. "Do you know what this stiff thing is?"

Katie's eyes went wide. She nodded. "It's bigger than my brother's."

It was my turn to be surprised. "You've seen Rudy's cock?"

Katie smiled. "Lots of times. He likes to rub it between my legs."

"And you let him?"

"Yes."

"Do you like it when he rubs his cock between your legs?"

"Yes."

This was going to be easy, I told myself as I walked up to Katie rubbed the head of my whang against her blouse.

"Would you like to play that game with me, Katie?"

She reached out timidly and touched my skin flute. "It's awful big."

"Aren't you big?"

She smiled and wrapped her fingers around my joint. She nudged the foreskin back and touched my knob, then said, "Something sticky is running out of your thing, Bart. Rudy's isn't sticky."

"I'm older than Rudy," I said as I watched her jerk my prick. "I have ice cream in mine."

"Ice cream?"

"Sure. Would you like to take my thing in your mouth and taste it?"

"I don't think I can, Bart. My mouth is small and your thing is so fat."

"Try it, Katie. I'll sit down at the front desk and show you how to stretch your jaws."

"Will you give me a lot of ice cream?"

"Yes, but it will be melted."

"All right."

I led her down the narrow aisle and sat down at the front desk. I stretched my legs, spread them apart and drew her down into a kneeling position between them. I returned her hand to my cock and said, "The first thing you do to get the ice cream started is kiss the head of my thing."

Katie nodded and kissed the head of my penis.

"Now run your tongue over the knob, Katie." She did.

"Now stretch your jaws. Good girl! Hold it." I guided the head of my skin flute against her splayed lips and gently forced it between them. "Now suck me off, baby."

Katie had all she could handle, but she did a good job of eating my prick. Once she got the hang of it, the rest was easy, and in a few seconds she had about four inches of my dick inside her tight little mouth and she was sucking me as if she had been giving blow jobs for years. I grabbed her ears and fed her the other two inches, and when my balls touched her chin I locked my cock in her mouth and popped my wad. Katie made loud gulping sounds deep in her throat and I knew that she was swallowing the "ice cream" I was squirting into her mouth....

She knelt there with my cock in her mouth and sucked it stiff again, and when it was hard I slowly removed it from between her lips. She seemed disappointed.

"Was the ice cream all right?" I asked.

Katie smiled. "It was delicious. Can I have some more, Bart?"

"Later," I said as I lifted her to my lap and ran my hand up under her short skirt. I toyed with the warm crotch of her panties and licked my lips. "Did Rudy ever stick his thing in your peehole, Katie?"

"No."

"Then you still have your cherry?"

"What's a cherry?"

"

I laughed and stood her up in front of me. I loosened her skirt and pushed it down around her ankles. She stepped out of it and toed it away from her feet. I looked at her skimpy panties and wondered if she had hair on her pussy, but I didn't bother to check until I unbuttoned her blouse and helped her out of it. She wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need one for those little apple-sized knockers of hers. I touched her tiny titties, then leaned over and kissed the puckered peaks of them. Katie giggled.

"Your mouth feels funny on my chest, Bart. Your lips make me tingle all over."

I sucked the peaks of her little tits until she begged me to stop, and then I hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband of her skimpy panties and tugged them down around her ankles. She didn't have a hairy pussy, but there was the beginning of puberty in the form of blonde fuzz that reminded me of cobweb. Her pouting cunt was pink and swollen with the tightness of virginity. I touched the lips of her snatch with the tip of my finger and found the passage blocked.

"Your finger feels like Rudy's thing," Katie said as she tightened her grip on my cock. "I like it."

I lowered her to the oily floor and knelt between her parted legs. I nuzzled the head of my cock against her dry and virginal vagina and watched her face for the first sign of fear. There was none. She was willing to let me break her in, but in the same breath I wondered if a girl as little as Katie could take my man-sized dingus without ending up permanently injured. I didn't want to hurt her, but at the same time I didn't want her to get up from the floor without giving up her cherry to me. So I took a chance.

"Just relax and trust me, Katie," I said as I took the cheeks of her tender young ass in my palms. "I'm going to stick my thing in you. It might hurt a little, but once I work the head in beyond the lips of your tight pussy I think you'll enjoy it. All right?"

Katie was game. "All right, Bart."

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you, Katie?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"You're going to fuck me."

"How do you know that?"

"Mommy and daddy do it all the time."

"Who told you they did?"

"I saw them fucking. Lots of times."

"You did?"

Katie nodded. "Sometimes daddy lets mommy eat his ice cream, but she doesn't like ice cream as well as I do, and she cries a lot when daddy makes her get on her hands and knees while he plugs her fanny up with his thing."

I chuckled like a harelipped woodchuck. "I won't make you cry, Katie. I'll be real gentle."

And I was.

I rubbed the head of my dick against the lips of her pussy until I created the lubrication I needed, and then I proceeded to force the knob between the tense lips of her cunt. Katie gritted her teeth against the first twinge of pain, but she made no sound. She wanted it in the worst way, and that's the way I gave it to her. I took my time. I worked the head of my cock against her lips and after a few minutes I felt raw, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. I wanted that cherry. I kept working. It happened all of a sudden; the head of my cock forced its way past the lips of her vagina and this time Katie had to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming.

"That hurts," she moaned.

The idea of inflicting pain upon her excited me, and I lunged into her. Katie screamed and tried to get out from under me, but I held on to the cheeks of her ass and rammed my cock all the way home, until my scrotum touched her flesh, and then I locked my penis deep in her snatch and held it there until the pain passed and her hips caught on fire and started grinding my dick toward the sweetness of release.

I nibbled on her little knockers and poured the peter to her.

"I like it," Katie chanted. "I like it, I like it, I like it...!"

I glanced down at the cock working in and out of her snatch and saw the blood on it. I knew I had broken her cherry, but I couldn't help wondering if I hadn't torn her insides all to hell, yet at the moment I didn't give a damn about anything except the orgasm I was about to have....

"Fuck me, Bart," Katie panted as her little ass lifted to meet my every thrust. "Give me every bit of that beautiful thing of yours. Ah, that feels so good! Oh, something nice is happening inside of me! I feel so creamy!"

I knew she was about to have her first orgasm. I held back. I wanted her to have a good one. I waited until her eyes turned blank and then I gave her a final ram and spilled my own seed to mingle with hers.

"That was a nice game," Katie said as I backed my softening penis out of her bloody snatch and helped her to her feet.

I looked at the jism and blood running down the inner paths of her thighs and asked, "Are you all right, Katie?"

The blood didn't seem to bother her. "I think so. I feel fine."

"That's good."

"Your thing is all covered with blood, Bart."

"Would you like to lick it clean?"

"Yes."

"Then lick it."

Katie dropped to her knees and took my cock in her hand. She washed it clean with her lips and her tongue and when she finished I had another bone on. I felt like the richest kid in the world as I draped her over the nearest desk top and proceeded to fuck her in the ass.

"Ouch! That hurts, Bart!"

I didn't tease her. I took her in one quick thrust and buried my bone of lust deep in her trembling anus, and after awhile she stopped yelling and started chanting, "I like it, I like, I like it!" She reminded me of a kid reciting a nursery rhyme.

I looked down, fascinated at the way my dick glided in and out of her asshole. Next to getting kicks from watching someone suck my cock, watching it work in and out of a girl's anus really turned me on, and now I stood on the threshold of my third big release. A moment later I popped.

"Oh, Bart, that feels so hot!"

I took my cock out of her ass.

She remained draped over the desk top.

Jism ran out of her anus.

I dropped to my knees and licked her ass. Her shit was sweet, delicious, and I enjoyed myself....

"Game's over," I said later as I slipped into my pants and zipped my fly. "Time to go home."

Katie looked longingly at my covered cock. "Can't I have one more taste of your ice cream, Bart?"

I thought about Venetta Sincavage and shook my head. "Some other time, Katie."

"But you're leaving Ridge tonight."

"Only for a visit," I lied. "I'll be back in a few days and then we'll get together and play some more games. OK?"

"All right."

I took her home.

The house was quiet when I walked in. Axel, my stepfather, was prowling the nearest bar and I didn't know where Mom was. Nor did I give a shit. I started for the bedroom to pack my clothes. I noticed that the door leading to Mom's bedroom was closed, and a moment later I heard the first sounds of lust coming from behind it. I grinned and dropped to my knees in front of the keyhole.

I put my eye to the keyhole and damn near laughed aloud. Mom was in there, all alone, puffing away as she screwed herself in the anus with the handle of my hairbrush, and it looked as if she was having the time of her life. I watched her for a few minutes and then I went to do my packing.

"Bart."

"I slammed the door on your ass last night," I told Mom as I turned to face her. "And the other night I ordered you to stay the hell away from me." I let my eyes crawl over her naked body and growled, "Go back into your room and fuck the shit out of your ass with my hairbrush, you lousy bitch."

"Bart...."

I jumped up from the bed and belted her in the mouth. Her eyes crossed as she dropped to her knees with a bloody mouth. I didn't give her a chance to make her feet. I kicked her between the tits and knocked her unconscious, and then I picked up my battered suitcase and walked out into the early night.

I had eleven dollars and a hard on when I reached the Sincavage house. I also had rape on my mind. The rape of Venetta. I wasn't about to leave Ridge without picking her cherry and adding it to my collection.

"I wondered if you'd stop," Venetta said when she answered the door and let me inside the house. "You don't have much time left before your bus leaves."

"Fifteen minutes is long enough to live a lifetime in," I said as I listened for other sounds.

"I'm alone," Venetta said. "I told you I would be, Bart."

I grinned and followed her deeper into the living room. I sat down on the sofa and watched her. She appeared nervous. I wondered if she knew what was coming.

"Are you afraid of me, Venetta?" I asked.

"No."

"You should be. You know what I'd like to do to you?"

"Yes."

"I'd like to fuck you."

"Don't say things like that, Bart!"

"Why not? People fuck all the time. Your mother and father diddle, don't they?" Venetta made no answer. "And so will you."

Her eyes flashed in anger. "Not until I grow up and get married, Bart!"

In later years I would understand my emotions, but at the moment I didn't. I heard her refuse me her body in a roundabout way and my mind turned blind with anger. I couldn't really explain what happened next. I only vaguely remembered getting to my feet and knocking Venetta to the floor. The next thing I knew I was tearing at her clothes, and when she was naked I dropped my lips to her tits and sucked the hell out of them. She started to come to and I hit her again. There was no fear in me, only the desire to hurt her, the same way I had hurt my own mother. I bit her tits and took my cock out of my pants, and I kept gnawing on her boobs while I jammed my cock up her anus and fucked her until I orgasmed.

After awhile reasoning returned, but I still wasn't satisfied. I chewed on her knockers until my prick got stiff again, and then I draped her legs over my shoulders and forced my penis between the lips of her cunt. I was brutal with her and I didn't give a damn, and after I buried my cock in her pussy I proceeded to screw her until I blew my nuts for the second time. It wasn't until after I took my dick out of her bleeding cunt that I realized Venetta Sincavage was dead.

It's your fault, my feverish brain screamed at the dead girl. You and that goddamn cherry you wanted to save for the night of your wedding! Now you can go to hell and fuck the devil! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!

My brain kept screaming but Venetta Sincavage didn't hear me....

I opened my suitcase and changed clothes. I had sense enough to keep the bloodied clothes and take them with me. I intended to burn them when I reached my Aunt Alma's place in Crocker City, but I didn't reckon on Aunt Alma helping me to do the job ... before she went about the chore of fucking my life up for good. By turning me into an animal....

CHAPTER 3

The air brakes hissed at the night as the bus came to a stop in front of the Crocker City hotel-depot. I climbed over the snoring drunk, snatched my bag down from the rack and shuffled out into the street. I deposited my bag against the face of the building and watched the bus driver vanish inside while I rolled myself a cigarette and sucked some smoke deep down into my lungs. I was tired as hell but I knew that I still had an hour or so to go before I reached Aunt Alma's place in Crocker Heights, an older section of the city whose landlords catered to the Welfare elite and others too poor to afford the privilege of eating three square meals a day. I finished my weed and started walking through the neon canyons.

Crocker City by night was uglier than pimples on a whore's tits. Neon buzzed and sputtered above the doors of the taverns and shops I passed. It was a shabby street I walked along, and it seemed as if everybody and his brother were in a hurry to pick up their weekend hangovers. Heavy-breasted girls in short skirts and too tight sweaters stood in various doorways, lounged against buildings that housed the giggle waters and did their best to swap their cunts for hard cash. One aging hooker even gave me the wink and offered to show me a good time for two dollars, but I was so broke I couldn't have afforded a whiff of her last month's Kotex. I shook my head at her and kept walking.

I passed the gospel shop that catered to the winos and dingbats and tramps who had to listen to a sermon and then take a nose dive before another road beat bastard signed them up for a night's flop, a meal of soup and stale buns and a breakfast consisting of watery oatmeal before His helper bounced their asses out into the cold street in the morning. An old crone stood near the mission's entrance, passing out tracts, and as I passed by she held one out and rasped, "Jesus saves!"

"Sure," a nearby drunk piped up, "but only because the bank gives him 5 1/4 percent interest."

I ignored the old crone and started walking again. She clutched my arm and whispered, "Are you hungry, little boy?"

I was nearly five-seven but I guess my youth made me look little enough to attract her maternal instinct. Did I say maternal instinct? I took another look at the hatchet-faced old biddy and my own instinct told me that she had a hunger of her own, but the meal she had in mind was lust a la king. She was ugly enough to remind me of Miss Stump and wonder if they were sisters. I took my eyes from her face and stared at her tits. They were big enough to make me nod my head and mumble, "I'm hungry."

She smiled and showed me that she had no teeth. "I have a room around the corner. Come along, little boy."

I followed her around the corner, up a flight of musty and squeaky stairs, and into a shabby room that looked like a relay station for transient witches.

"This is my private mission," the old bitch said as she opened the top dresser drawer and removed a loaf of bread, a wedge of cheese, a jar of mustard and a bottle of the cheapest apple wine money could buy.

I sat down on the edge of the soiled and rumpled bed and took the glass of wine she handed me. I knew what she wanted of me, but I didn't know how, so I sipped my wine and waited for her to make the first move. She waited until I finished the two sandwiches she made for me, and then she shrugged out of her coat and turned to give me a full glimpse of her extra large tits. The dress she wore was one of those button front affairs that could be undone in a few seconds. It fit her a bit too tightly and bore the marks of too many washings, but at the time I was so naive I thought Saks was something potatoes and groceries came in.

"Are you from Crocker City?" the old biddy asked as she sat down beside me and placed her hand on my knee.

I shook my head. "I came to visit my aunt."

"I see." Her hand moved a bit higher on my leg. "I see."

Now I knew what the toothless old bitch was after. So did my cock. It felt her approaching hand and came to full attention.

She was about an inch away from the head of my joint when I placed my hand over hers and said, "I'd better be going."

I was kidding but she didn't know it. The thought of being so close to a young penis and not being able to so much as touch it really drove her off her stick. She made a sound that reminded me of a sob and dropped to her knees in front of me. She buried her face against my crotch and started begging for my dick. I felt the pressure of her gigantic tits against my legs and I couldn't have walked out of there if my ass depended on it. She wasn't the prettiest woman in the world but the thought of getting my prick sucked by someone without teeth was making me hotter by the second.

"What do you want from me?" I asked innocently as I felt her lips nipping at my flute through my pants.

"I want to do something to you."

"Do what?"

"You know."

"Say it."

"I want to take your cock in my mouth and suck the juice out of it."

"Are you good at giving blow jobs?"

"Yes."

"How good?"

"I'm an expert cocksucker, little boy."

I laughed and let her go back to gnawing on my cock through my pants until I couldn't stand it anymore, and then I said, "Let's get naked first. It's much better that way."

"I know," the crone said as she came to her feet and attacked the buttons on her dress. "Wait and let me undress you, little boy."

The dress fell to the floor around her ankles. She was wearing a half bra, dirty panties and nothing else. She unfastened the bra and her tits danced into nakedness. They sagged a bit, but not much, and I watched her sleeping nipples awaken and stick out like two black lipstick tubes. I wanted to reach out and fondle her tits, but I waited and watched her skin her panties off and show me her nearly bald cunt. I wondered if she was juicy. I tested her snatch with my middle finger and found it dry as a bone.

"I don't like to get fucked," she said as she helped me out of my shirt. "Pricks were made to be sucked on, not shoved up a woman's pussy."

I grinned and started fooling around with her big tits while she loosened my pants, and when they fell around my ankles she stepped back and gasped, "My, for a little boy you certainly have an awful big cock!"

"Did you want a little one?"

She shook her head and dropped to her knees before me. She took my shaft in her warm hand and kissed my knob. I sat down on the edge of the bed once more and watched her tongue peep out from between her blood red lips and caress my penis. She palmed my nuts with her free hand and took every inch of my cock in her mouth. My balls banged against her jaw and I felt her gums press down on my shaft, and a heartbeat later she began to work it in a gliding manner between her greedy lips. I grabbed her ears and started squirming as she carried me toward a quick orgasm. I filled her mouth with my jism and she ate my semen in big gulps, but she didn't release my dick and I knew that she wouldn't, not until it got hard and treated her to another load of come.

I let her suck my root until it got hard, and when it did I jerked it out of her mouth and said, "Stretch out on your back and spread your legs, bitch-this bone on is going up your dirty old pussy."

The blood drained from her face and her eyes widened in fear. "No. Please, little boy. I don't want to get fucked. I'm afraid.

Please don't stick your cock in my cunt. Let me suck you again. Please let me taste your jism again."

I didn't want to hurt her, but I couldn't help myself, for the minute she started fighting me with her words I snatched the wine bottle from the floor and broke it over the top of her head. She toppled to one side and stretched her length on the floor.

I knelt beside her.

She wasn't dead.

I exhaled loudly and played with my prick until it got hard again. Then I flipped her over on her belly and shoved it up her skinny ass until I came. I backed my cock out of her anus and wiped my dick on her dress. I dressed and started searching the room. I found three dollars worth of change in a jelly glass and put it in my pocket. I started to leave. I looked at the old crone with her ass aimed ceilingward and thought about the hairbrush I had shoved up Mom's ass. She didn't even own a comb. The best I could come up with was an old stick of celery. I stuck it in her ass and stepped back to admire my handiwork; her haunches looked like a hill farm during crop failure.

"Thanks for the three bucks," I told the unconscious woman as I picked up my suitcase and continued on my way toward Aunt Alma's.

Aunt Alma Quiller had company when I arrived at her house, but this didn't stop her from being glad to see me. She hustled me inside and told the three men who sat at the table playing cards, "Deal me out for the next few hands, boys. I've got to take my nephew upstairs and get him settled in for the night."

Aunt Alma was exactly as I remembered her from two summers back. A few pounds heavier, perhaps, but still the same happy peroxide blonde who liked to tell dirty jokes, dress like a teenager and drink like a fish. She was half-bombed now as she led the way up the protesting stairs, shaking her ass to let me know that she still had what was necessary to keep a man interested in her body. I was interested. I inhaled the fragrance of her perfume and my member immediately came into good standing.

"In here, Bart," Aunt Alma said as she led the way into a spare bedroom and turned on the lights. "I'm in the room next to yours, so if you need anything during the night just give a whistle." She gave me the once over with her eyes. "Just so I'll know, did you run away from home?"

I didn't bother to lie to her. "Yes."

"I thought so."

"You won't tell on me, will you, Aunt Alma?"

"Not if you drop the aunt crap and call me Alma."

"All right ... Alma."

"That's better. The washroom is across the hall. There's no lock on the door so you'd better knock before you enter and sing or whistle while you're in there." She started toward the door, paused and came back. "Do you smoke?"

"Yes."

"There's cigarettes in my room. Help yourself. Call it a bribe." She studied me for a long moment, then said, "As long as you're going to stay awhile, you might as well know the truth, Bart. One of the men you saw playing cards downstairs doesn't go home to his wife every night, and we sort of share the same bed when he doesn't."

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter."

"I just wanted you to know."

"Sure."

Alma smiled suddenly. "I don't think it's necessary to fill you in on the gory details, but we sort of fuck and suck a little. Are you familiar with the games, Bart?"

"Yes."

"Which means you aren't a virgin anymore."

"No."

Alma laughed throatily and her gigantic breasts trembled. "I'll be damned! How old are you, little nephew?"

"Almost fourteen."

"And already without a cherry." Her eyes dropped to my fly and surprise washed into her face. "Are you as huge as you look?"

"Yes."

"How huge?"

"About seven inches, I guess."

Her blood red mouth formed into an impressed O. "I wish I had the time and the opportunity to verify that, Bart. But not tonight. Red is staying with me until morning. Are you hungry?"

"No."

She pecked me on the lips and said, "Get yourself a good night's sleep, and don't be afraid if you hear me scream a little after Red and I hit the sack; he plays a bit rough once in awhile but I rather enjoy it. Goodnight, handsome."

"Goodnight, Alma."

I waited until I heard her reach the bottom of the stairs, and then I went into her bedroom to get a pack of cigarettes. I was all out of Bull Durham.

I located the carton of smokes and took two packs. I started prowling the dresser drawers for matches. The top drawer contained some of Alma's bras and panties. I held up one of the salmon pink bras and examined it. The cups were big and they fascinated me; Alma certainly needed a large bra to hold those huge knockers of hers. I nuzzled the bra against my cheek and my dick hardened immediately. I smiled and dropped the bra back into the drawer. I picked up a pair of her panties and kissed the urine stained crotch. They were big panties, but Alma was a wide-hipped, big assed woman. My dick throbbed behind my pants as I continued to kiss the stained crotch, and as I looked at my reflection in the dresser mirror I had the strange urge to don her bra and panties just to find out how I looked in women's clothes. It was crazy, but this is how I felt.

Like a damn girl.

It didn't make sense.

I stopped sniffing Alma's panties and returned them to the drawer. I picked up what I thought to be a packet of book matches and opened it. Condoms. A packet of fuck socks. I grinned. Alma probably kept them on hand for her lover, to keep from getting knocked up.

I finally located some matches and returned to my room. I sat down on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette. I stared at my suitcase but I was too damn tired to unpack. Fuck it. I would get rid of the bloody clothes in the morning. No hurry.

I finished my cigarette and went across the hall to take a piss before I turned in. The John was occupied by "Red", the scrawny little bastard Alma was sharing with his wife. He was standing at the shit bowl, drunk and weaving, pissing all over his shoes. He gave me a moronic smile and said, "You're a pretty-faced little motherfucker, kid. I could go for you. Or maybe you could go for me." He shook his dripping dong at me. "Would you like to clean my pipe before I put it back inside my pants?"

"Is it good?" I asked.

"It's good."

"Then shove it up your ass; good things never hurt anybody."

His drunken face turned ugly. "I hate a wise-assed kid."

I laughed and walked out of the bathroom without taking my piss. I heeled the door of my room shut behind me and smoked another weed. Then I undressed, turned out the light and went to bed.

I fell asleep with my cock in my hand. I don't know how long I dozed, but sometime during the night a sound awakened me. It took me a few seconds to verify my bearings, and then I remembered that I was at Alma's house, that the sounds were coming from her bedroom. The bitch was getting ready to entertain her lover.

A door connected her room and mine and as I turned my head I saw the eye of light coming from the keyhole. I lay in bed and listened to Alma giggle for a few seconds, and then I quietly left my bed and crossed over to the keyhole. I dropped to my knees and took a look. I saw Alma but not Red.

I felt my blood speed up at the thought of being in Red's place. Alma was the type of bitch who made a man's prick stay stiff constantly. She was wicked, yet she was pretty and exciting. I lusted for her entire body-her large and pointed breasts, her shapely legs and full thighs, her gently rounded stomach and the big mop of cunt hair she probably had between her legs. There was no doubt in my mind that Alma was a lot of woman. I wished she were my woman.

My balls ached as I watched Red come into view. Alma shook her hips at him and slipped out of her robe. I watched her pause in front of the wall mirror and smile at her bra-covered breasts, her bikini panty-covered tunnel of love, and I forgot about Red for the moment and smiled with her.

I grabbed my pulsating dong in my hand when Alma tossed her robe across the room and turned to Red. She stepped into his waiting arms and crushed her gigantic tits against his bony chest. She insinuated her hips and stomach hard against his, while her arms coiled around his neck and drew his mouth against hers. I watched and felt the flames of desire turn into an inferno of madness in my loins, bringing with it a weakness I always associated with an orgiastic release, and I couldn't help wonder how it would feel to blow my nuts in her mouth or in her juicy ass....

I heard Alma laugh softly and say, "You got something for me, Red?"

"A five inch present."

"Is it good?"

"You sound like my echo when I met your nephew in the can."

"What did he say when you asked him if he wanted to play sexual footsies with you?"

"He told me to shove it up my own ass, the little bastard."

"Good for him."

I watched Red reach between Alma's shoulder blades and unhook her bra, and a pulsebeat later Alma's huge knockers danced into nakedness, their mahogany hard nipples sticking out like midget orphans begging to be kissed. Alma shivered and made a low animal sound deep in her throat as she reached out and found the zipper that would release Red's prick.

"You want it worse than usual tonight," Red said. "The kid make you come down with a bad case of the hots, Alma?"

"Shhh, he might hear you."

"What the hell's the difference? Sooner or later he's going to find out that his aunt likes young peters as well as mature ones."

"Let's forget Bart, baby. I'm only interested in your juicy cock at the moment."

"Sure."

"It's a nice cock."

"And it tastes good."

"I know. I've eaten your root before, remember?"

"How could I forget those sweet red lips of yours, baby? You suck the meanest dick in town."

"You bastard," Alma laughed and pumped Red's stiff penis. "I ought to jerk you off and kick your ass out."

"I don't want a hand jig, but you will have to kick my ass out. My mother is coming for a visit and I have to meet her train later on this evening, so I won't be coming around for a couple of weeks."

"In that case I'd better give you something to remember me by."

"I hope it isn't a dose of clap."

Alma's naked breasts stirred as she reached for Red again. Her hands moved over his clothing and finished undressing him. I watched and wished those soft, warm hands were crawling over my nakedness. I knew they would be. Soon. Tonight. Right after Red slaked the thirst of his lust and left.

Red was naked. Now it was Alma's turn. She admired his cock as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her bikini panties and nudged them down past her wide hips, all the way off, and when she was completely naked she said harshly, "Now, Red, give me your cock. Feed me your juicy cock and make me live again."

"Where do you want it, Alma? In the cunt, up the ass or in your mouth?"

"In the cunt, Red. It's been a long time since you fucked me in the cunt. Hurry, Red. Feed me that lovely prick of yours!"

I licked the sweat from my upper lip and squeezed my tingling penis as I watched them sink to the bed. Alma locked her arms around Red's neck and drew his face down between her ripe tits. A moment later her legs drifted apart and Red moved in between them.

"Now," Alma gasped. "Aim your soggy cock and ram it all the way home. That's it, that's it. Ah, that feels so good!"

The sweet agony of passion pounded in my loins and expanded into the madness of approaching release. My breath jumped out of my throat in ragged gasps and my clutching hand moved spasmodically over my cock as I watched the tangled bodies on the protesting bed.

Alma's eyes were half closed and her ripe red lips were parted with desire as she locked Red's body against hers and trapped his cock with the dewy jaws of her cunt. Her blood red fingernails raked his back as her hips and ass went wild and carried Red toward the yawning gates of a liquid release.

"That's it, darling," Alma squealed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Harder! Ah...!"

I kept pumping my prick while Red poured a good fuck into Alma. He pounded the meat to her. He grunted like a kicked pig and his chest heaved as he reached around Alma's hips and gripped her chubby ass, and a moment later he shuddered a load of jism into her snatch, then buried his sweaty face between her tits and lay still....

My own juice spurted out of my dick and made my fingers sticky. I left the keyhole and wiped my hand on the bedsheet. Then I sat down on the bed and lit a cigarette with slightly quaking hands.

I waited until I heard Red drive off and then I climbed across the rumpled bed and padded out into the quiet hall. I stood outside Alma's door for the space of a few heartbeats, wondering how she would react when I walked in on her, and then I decided to find out.

I found her sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the panties she held in her hands, and I wondered if the crotch of them had urine stains the way the others in her drawer did. Her knees were pressed together and the brightness I saw in her eyes told me that Red had done an expert job of fucking her.

"Alma."

My voice startled her. She jumped to her feet, eyes wide with surprise, and I watched the panties slip from her lap and flutter to the floor with all the laziness of a cobweb torn from its favorite corner. She recovered quickly and a smile softened her face as her eyes dropped to my hard penis.

"Damn if you aren't hung better than your father," Alma said as she walked up to me and took my whang in her hand. "The head is fatter, too. Velvety and pink. Handsome, for a thirteen year old boy you certainly pack a man-sized sex gun."

My eyes crawled over her naked tits and my teeth showed behind backdrawn lips. "I heard Red say you might be interested in my dong."

"Heard?"

"And saw. I was looking through the keyhole when Red threw his fuck into you."

"And now you came to throw yours into me?"

"Not in your hairy cunt."

"Oh?"

"Up your ass or in your mouth-both if you think you can handle it."

"I can handle it," Alma said with a soft laugh. "There isn't enough dick in the world to satisfy me, Bart. But I'm not so sure I want to handle yours."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're too fucking bossy for a kid. I don't think I want to get mixed up with someone like you. I'm the kind of chick who likes to give orders, not take them."

I thought she was joking and chuckled. I reached out and touched her left tit. Alma flinched and brushed my hand aside. She shouldn't have done that. It made me mad. Really mad. My lips stretched out in a thin line and my open hand shot out and cracked against her cheek. She staggered backward and fell in a sprawl across the rumpled bed. I leaned forward with clenched fists and snarled, "You shouldn't have talked like that to me, Alma. I don't like women who talk sassy to me. It makes me mad. I came in here to ask you for your ass and your mouth, but I'm not asking now-I'm demanding it."

Her lips quivered and a touch of hysteria edged her voice. "You must be crazy!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"You are crazy, you little bastard!"

I reached between her legs and grabbed a handful of her pussy hair. I jerked and Alma screamed. I laughed and pulled harder.

"I'll tear every goddamn one of them out of your cunt if you don't shut the hell up!" I released her cunt and Alma sat up and glared at me. "Have your fun now, Bart. One day soon it will be my turn."

"Shit. Climb in the middle of the bed, on your hands and knees, so I can start fucking you in that fat ass of yours."

Alma hated me for a few more seconds and then her eyes dropped to my whang and there was an odd finality in her voice as she said, "You're the creepiest bastard I ever met, Bart. You reek of death and violence. You make me feel as if I'm about to climb into my own coffin."

"Lust is your coffin, Alma," I said. "I'm going to fuck you to death. Now get on your damn hands and knees so I can fill your asshole with my cock."

Alma rasped, "There's some cold cream on the dresser."

"No. I'm going to give your ass a dry fucking and really make you scream."

"You bastard!"

I felt the blood pounding against my temples as I reached out and cupped her gigantic breasts in my hands. Alma's breath caught in her throat and I smirked as I watched her long nipples stiffen and nuzzle my palms. The bitch was scared, but at the same time she liked what I was doing to her with my hands.

I wanted to toy with her fluffy tits and this gave me an idea.

"I changed my mind," I told her. "I don't want you from behind. Stretch out on your back so I can suck your tits while I put the prod to you."

Alma made no answer. I sank down beside her and slipped my arm around her shoulder. My free hand found a breast again. She inhaled sharply. Our thighs touched and I could feel the warmth of her flesh. Desire turned into a hammer and pounded the hell out of my balls, and a moment later I forced her shoulder blades back against the mattress and dropped my feverish lips to the peaks of her knockers, first one and then the other, until a somnambulistic quality appeared in her eyes and told me she was equally prepared to die with pleasure and join me in lust's velvet-lined coffin.

Her eyes were closed now, her lips slightly parted to aid the raggedness of her breathing. My kisses on her heaving tits caused her riderless hips to start moving in a slow grind, and now I lifted my mouth from her nipples and said, "You want my cock now, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

I laughed without humor and forced her plump thighs apart, then moved in between them. Alma was smiling as I draped her legs over my shoulders and nuzzled the moist head of my cock against the equally wet lips of her quivering cunt.

"Beg me to fuck you," I said harshly.

"Yes," she panted. "I'm begging, darling. Fuck me, fuck me! Ram that beautiful dick of yours up my pussy and fuck me good!"

I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and rammed my cock up her ass. Alma screamed with pain as I drove my dick all the way home, up to the hilt, and brought my scrotum to rest against her flesh.

"You bastard," she hissed. "I think you tore my ass up!"

"You'd better start grinding the juice out of my dick before I get mad and kill you, you lousy bitch!"

I worked my cock in and out of her bleeding asshole, and the sight of her blood made me pop my wad sooner than I expected, or wanted to, but I did break my string and after I filled her anus with my jism I backed my dingus out of her and straddled her tits. I let her stare at my blood-smeared dingus and then I said, "Lick it clean, bitch!"

She did.

Later, I stood beside the bed and grinned down at her. "Was it so bad, Alma?"

She tried to kill me with her eyes. "You got what you came for, you little bastard. Now get the hell out of my sight."

"Sure, but only until tomorrow. I want more of you, Alma. You're good. Damn good. I knew you would be." I laughed. "I always wanted a slave of my own. Now I have you."

Alma stared beyond the point of my shoulder, her eyes heavy with hatred. "Before I'm through with you, you'll wish you never came here to make my ass bleed, you little bastard."

I belted her between the tits and returned to my own room to get some sleep, and a few minutes after I stretched out I was dead to the world.

It was daylight when Alma shook me awake.

"Get up and pay the fiddler, you little bastard," she hissed.

"If I get up and you're still in the room, I'll break your goddamn head," I growled.

Alma shook her head. "You had your fun last night, lover boy. Now it's my 'turn. A little girl was killed and brutally raped in Ridge early last night. The television newscaster says the cops don't know who did the job, but I do." She held up the blood stained pants and shirt she had removed from my suitcase. "And don't try to take these away from me, because it doesn't matter. I've already turned a letter naming you as the killer over to a friend of mine, to be delivered to the nearest cop if anything happens to me."

I was fucked and I knew it. I tasted fear.

"All right, Alma. You win. What do you want of me?"

"My evens for what you did to my asshole last night, but not just for one day. I want you around me for a long time, handsome. I'm going to break your spirit and suck the life out of your black soul."

I knew she meant it.

I kept quiet.

Her laughter was harsh. "Get out of that fucking bed, Bart!"

I lay motionless and stared at her naked tits. I started to get a bone on and Alma noticed it. She came closer. She took my cock in her hand and squeezed it until tears of pain came into my eyes. God, that was damn near as bad as a kick in the nuts.

"That hurts," I whimpered.

"You haven't seen anything yet, handsome," Alma hissed as she tightened her fingers around my dick again and nearly drove me out of my cottonpicking mind. "I know ways to make you ache so bad you'll get down on your knees and pray for death, ways you never even dreamed about." She laughed without humor. "You had your fun and now it's my turn to pick the hairs out of your ass with a pair of pliers. The shoe is on the other foot, lover. Now you're my slave. Now you'll do everything I ask, or I'll turn your stinking ass in to the cops. Do you understand?"

I was so scared I could damn near taste my own shit. I nodded. "I understand."

"Say it all!"

"Say what?"

"That you're my slave."

I swallowed hard. "I ... am ... your ... slave."

"And you'll do anything I ask."

"I'll ... do ... anything ... you ... ask."

"That's much better," Alma said as she gave my penis another vicious twist that sent daggers of pain shooting into my brain like mad. "But you've got to learn to be a good slave, to obey my every command without the least bit of hesitation." She smiled deceptively. "And do you know how I'm going to train you into obedience, lover?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Like this," Alma said as she dug her long fingernails into my flesh.

I screamed as she wrenched my cock again, and a heartbeat later the night opened up its greedy jaws and swallowed me.

CHAPTER 4

I was like a rat caught in a trap. Aunt Alma turned me into her slave because she knew I had killed and raped Venetta Sincavage. I had no choice but to obey her every command. I didn't want to go to a nut house or to some Industrial School for the rest of my life. I wanted to be free. I wanted to be able to bide my time and get even with my fucking aunt for the things she was doing to me. So I bided my time ... and I remained her slave.

It was like a nightmare in slow motion. For two years I lived in this private hell.

I was forced to eat shit, I was tortured in ways the Inquisition never heard of, and Alma turned me into a dope addict to make sure I really had to depend on her.

Men. Women. Animals. I took on everyone and everything she brought my way. I also took care of Alma. Every day she forced me to feed her my cock. She was like a vampire, sucking the very life out of me, just as she promised she would. I hated her, but at the same time I needed her....

It was Red who made a punk out of me. The dirty bastard didn't even bother to soap my asshole before he plugged it with his dick. It happened in the shower, during my third day of slavery to Alma. I was taking a shower when Red walked in, stripped and stepped in beside me. He acted friendly at first, and in my desperation I trusted the sonofabitch.

He asked me to soap his back.

I agreed.

Red handed me the soap and let it drop to the floor.

"I'll get it," I said, and when I bent over to pick up the bar of soap I did get it.

Red grabbed me by my hips and laughed like a berserk jackhammer as he forced the head of his whang beyond my sphincter. I screamed and tried to escape the pain he was inflicting upon my anus but Red forced my head into a corner of the shower stall and jammed the rest of his cock up my ass. I swear to God I thought the knob of his penis would come through my anus and out through my mouth, for this is how big it felt, but it didn't, and after awhile the pain softened and pleasure moved into my tortured asshole.

There was no mercy left in Red for anyone or anything. He buried his dick in my pooper and mashed his scrotum against my humped-up haunches. I gripped one of the shower pipes and screamed again. It was the hot water pipe. I blindly groped for and found the cold water pipe, and the soothing chill made me feel much better.

Red kept his whang locked and buried deep inside my anus. He continued to laugh like a madman. The sonofabitch was remembering what I'd told him in the can the first night of my arrival at this fucking house.

"If good things don't hurt you, pretty boy, you'll soon be on your way to punk's paradise."

The pain was draining out of my asshole and now I became aware of his enormous dick inside of me. I felt my sphincter twitch with the first stirring of desire and a pulse-beat later Red rasped, "That's the way to play the game, pretty boy-grind your cute little ass all over my dick and milk the jism out of it. Come on, punk, shake that lard can of yours and let me ride the shit out of you. Go, kid, go!"

I knew I wouldn't get his cock out of my anus until after I softened it, so I took another grip on the cold water pipe and made like a whore desperately in need of money for penicillin to cure a bad case of clap. At first I just pretended, but after his dick wormed in and out of my ass a few times all pretense dropped and I started shaking my hips to increase the pleasure his dong was giving me. I couldn't explain it then and I can't explain it now, but there was something about having a cock in my pooper that drove me wild and made me wish I really were a girl so I could have all the peters in the world stuck up my anus. It was maddening ... and it was indescribably wonderful.

"Do you like the fucking I'm giving your ass, pretty boy?" Red panted as he bit me on the back of my neck and made me shiver with delight.

I wanted him to bite me on the back of my neck some more. It felt good. So very good. It added to the pleasure his cock was giving me.

"I like it," I said and increased the speed of my hips to prove it. "Fuck me harder, daddy. Stir my shit, stir my shit!"

"Beg me to fuck your ass, pretty boy."

I begged like a hungry dog after a bone-in my case the bone of lust-and Red gave it to me. His fingers dug into my hips and his teeth gnawed against the back of my neck while his whang glided in and out of my quivering anus like an undecided snake. My asshole turned into an inferno of passion and every fiber in my body sang like a telephone wire in the wind, a million voices of sweet agony that crescendoed with startling abruptness as the knob of his penis touched my prostate gland and sent the jism shooting out of my dick at the same time as he blew his sweet nuts and filled my ass with his hot come.

I stood there with his cock in my anus.

His jism ran out of me and down the inner paths of my trembling legs.

I felt like a virgin on her honeymoon.

I turned my head and said, "Kiss me, darling."

The spell was broken.

Red's ugly face turned uglier with contempt. "Kiss you? What the fuck do you think I am, pretty boy-a goddamn queer?"

And then he took his dick out of my anus, spun me around and knocked me to my knees in the wet shower.

"You're nothing but a little punk," Red growled. "To me and the rest of the world you'll always be nothing but a punk. You'll crawl through life on your belly like a fucking snake, because you'll be too weak to do anything else. It takes guts to walk like a man, and guts is the one thing you don't have. Alma took it out of you somehow the other morning, and now you're nothing more than a zombi." He looked down at his shitty cock and grinned. "A slave, punk, that's what you are, so make like one. Take my cock in your mouth and clean it."

I tasted humiliation, and then I took his penis in my trembling hand and tasted his shit. I used my mouth and my tongue to clean his knob and his shaft, and when his whang was spotless Red guided my mouth against his scrotum and commanded me to lick his nuts.

I did.

"Get up, punk," Red said. I stood up and watched his face, waited for his next command. It never came for a moment later Alma walked into the bathroom.

Alma glanced at Red's soft but still swollen penis and lost her temper.

"Did you make him suck you off, you bastard?" she demanded to know.

Red knew he was in trouble. Alma was the type of woman who wanted to do the bossing and Red had just crossed her in a way she didn't like.

"He stuck his thing in my rear," I said in my best little boy voice. "He forced me to take it up there. He was like an animal."

Alma didn't seem to hear a word I said. There was a bottle of the mouthwash for lovers on the sink and now she snatched it up and slapped Red alongside the head with it. He dropped to his knees like a religious fanatic at a revival meeting.

"You sonofabitch," Alma said as she gripped the bottle of mouthwash and threatened to crack his skull again, "you were supposed to drive out to Karma Oak's place today and tell her about Bart, not get him in the shower and make a punk out of him."

Red lurched to his feet. He was so scared of Alma I could almost smell the fear oozing out of him.

"I'm going," Red said. "I'm going right now."

"No," Alma said in a strangled voice, "you're not going anyplace except to the morgue. I don't need or want anybody around me who thinks for himself. Get your fucking clothes on and get the hell out of here."

Red left. About three months later I learned that someone had murdered him. I knew the killing was done on Alma's orders, but I had my own problems and Red's death didn't cause me to lose any sleep.

Two days after Red cornholed me in the shower Alma piled me in her car and drove me to a house in the country, about thirty miles east of Crocker City. The house was a mansion, really, built along the lines of an old English castle, its beautifully landscaped acreage completely shut off from the rest of the nearby world by a high stone wall and tall ponderosa pine trees. We passed through an electrically operated iron gate and drove up to the mansion, and I had the impression that we were about to enter a private mental institution. It later turned out that I was right, but in a way it didn't make one fucking bit of difference, for by the time Karma Oak and Alma finished with me, I was too kinked up to give a damn about anything except my next shot of morphine.

A tiny colored girl who just missed being classified a midget by one or two inches admitted us inside the mansion and led us up the deeply carpeted stairs to the room where Karma Oak was waiting. The pint-sized colored girl fascinated me. I later learned her name was Rena, but at the moment I simply thought of her as Black Beauty. She was dressed in white boots, white bikini panties and a white half bra that was more than adequately filled with ripe tits. She had sex written all over her, and the penmanship was neat as hell, but in the same breath of thought I wondered why she moved like a zombi.

I also wanted to fuck her.

And eat her box.

It was crazy.

We reached the top of the stairs. Rena opened a heavy oak door and nodded us beyond it. Alma led the way into the room. I followed. I expected to find a witch, an ugly witch, but what I saw when I first entered the room made my eyes damn near jump out of their sockets.

Alma laughed at my expression and said, "Bart Flood, this is Karma Oak, your new mistress."

I kept staring.

Karma Oak smiled at me and asked, "Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?"

I shook my head and kept staring. Karma Oak was worth staring at. She was a long-legged, willowy and beautiful silver blonde with black-eyes and a small red mouth that reminded me of a bleeding cunt. She was attired in black leather pirate boots with needle heels, a black leather micromini skirt and a black leather vest, buttonless, that clung to the peaks of her firm and mountainous breasts but failed to conceal the deep valley between them. I stared at the beautiful woman dressed in black leather and immediately thought of Josie Pegrow and her dream to someday dress this way. I remembered, too, that Josie had been kind to me, but this was where the similarity between Josie and Karma Oak ended.

"Is he broken in at all?" Karma asked Alma.

They ignored me for the moment. Alma shook her head. "Not enough to make you lose interest in him, Karma."

"How old is he?"

"He turned fourteen yesterday."

"He looks like a little girl."

"That means you like him." Karma laughed softly. "He is a cute little motherfucker. I think I'm going to enjoy his tiny pink peter."

"Tiny?" Alma said. "Are you in for a surprise! This kid has all of seven inches hanging between his legs, and it's so fat you'll have to stretch your jaws like crazy if you want to take it in your small mouth and suck it."

"You're joking."

"Am I? See for yourself."

"I intend to, Alma."

I stood there like a moron with his finger in his ass as Karma Oak walked up to me and loosened my belt. I made no move to stop her. I was too busy watching her gaping vest and the massive tits that jiggled behind the leather fenders. She finished with my belt and opened my fly. The zipper whispered in the sudden silence and a heartbeat later my pants were down around my ankles.

"Jesus," Karma Oak said irreverently as she took my limp dong in her warm hand and held it in her palm. "This little pretty-faced bastard really is hung like my pet donkey."

"I told you so," Alma laughed.

As soon as Karma touched my prod it jumped to full attention and really filled the palm of her hand. She took a deep breath and cupped my scrotum in her other hand. The nearness of her tits and the smell of her expensive perfume damn near caused me to ejaculate in her palm, but I gritted my teeth and forced the jism to stay in my dick until she took my tool wherever she intended to take it. I didn't have very long to wait.

Karma was double-gaited, among other things, and now she shot Alma a glance and said, "I'm not wearing anything under my mini skirt, Alma, so when I take his flute between my lips and start playing it, I want you to lick my pussy."

Alma resented Karma telling her to lap her cunt. I saw anger wash into her face, but in a moment the anger drained away and I saw fear take its place. It made me feel good to realize that Alma was afraid of this beautiful woman in leather.

"You know I don't particularly like to eat cunt," Alma said sullenly, "but I'll eat yours, Karma."

Karma gave Alma a cruel smile. "You don't really have much choice, do you?"

Alma bit her lower lip and avoided Kar-ma's hot black eyes. "No."

"Keep remembering that and you'll live to collect your Social Security," Karma said flatly as she turned my stiff cock into a leash and led me across the room to a black leather sofa. "Sit down, pretty boy, and let Karma taste that big root of yours."

I sat down on the edge of the sofa and waited for Karma to kneel before me, but she didn't. She simply bent over and rubbed her thickly coated lips against the head of my cock. She shifted her legs and spread them wide, then turned her head toward Alma and said, "Kneel down behind me and start sucking my pussy, Alma, and after you make me come you can put your tongue in my ass and give me another thrill."

Alma nodded.

Hating everything about this deal.

Karma returned to my joy stick once more. I sat on the black leather couch and watched her force the head of my cock between her blood red lips. I shivered with delight as her tongue came into contact with my knob. Her jaws were stretched to accommodate my noble shaft, and her free hand cupped my scrotum and gave my balls an affectionate squeeze. I watched fresh hatred twist Alma's face into an ugly mask as she sank to her knees behind Karma and proceeded to put the tongue to the beautiful doll's greedy and probably juicy cunt.

Karma Oak made small animal sounds of pleasure deep in her throat as she took the entire length of my penis in her mouth and went about the task of giving me an expert blow job. I felt my knob glide past her tonsils and slip down into her throat. I closed my eyes and started riding the violent crest that would wash my soul up onto the sandy beach of orgasm. Karma ate my cock with all the expertness of a cannibal who had just given up his diet and was trying to catch up on his lost meals. She sucked the life out of me and I thrilled to every suck she gave me with those tight and wonderful lips of hers, until the madness gripped my balls and I exploded with release and filled her mouth and throat with a tremendous load of semen that damn near strangled her.

I felt Karma's mouth leave my cock and opened my eyes to see her sink to the floor on her back and drag Alma down with her. I sat there and watched Alma's sweaty face vanish between Karma's gleaming thighs, and just before Alma moved her mouth against Karma's cunt I saw the golden triangle of curly pubic hair that covered Karma's dewy gates to paradise ... and I found myself wishing that the lips kissing that juicy cunt were mine.

Karma's hips caught on fire and her thighs lifted to coil around Alma's neck and draw her face closer to the sweetness of her melting pussy. The leather vest fell away from her breasts and exposed them in all their naked glory. Her nipples were stiff, long and pink, and they aimed toward the ceiling like missiles on a launching pad of flesh. Before I realized what I was doing, I dropped down beside them and started to suck Karma's tits, first one and then the other, and when I felt her long fingernails dig into the back of my neck and draw blood I knew she liked to have her tits sucked while Alma lapped her cunt.

Karma's hips churned like a mixmaster gone nuts and her tits heaved against my sucking lips. I kept gnawing and sucking her nipples until, with a loud animalistic scream, Karma shuddered her way into an orgasm of her own....

"That was good," Karma said as she stood up and smiled at me. "You suck a mean tit, pretty boy. Now get your ass back on that sofa and watch the rest of this show."

I obeyed.

Karma glowered at the still kneeling Alma and said, "Start licking my ass, Alma."

Alma hated me with her eyes and asked, "Does Bart have to watch?"

Karma gave me an odd look from the corners of her eyes and nodded. "I wouldn't enjoy humiliating you without an audience, Alma. That's the name of the game, you ought to know that. Now get on your stinking knees and put the tongue to my asshole."

Alma's breath caught in her throat. "Someday I'll kill you for this, Karma."

Karma shook her head. "You won't do a thing and you know it, bitch. You can't. I've got too much on your ass to make you do anything except my bidding. Now, and I'm going to lose my temper if you make me command you again. Get down on your dimpled knees and suck my ass."

Alma touched her lips with the tip of her tongue and hated me with her eyes for a few more seconds, and then, slowly, she sank to her knees, lifted Karma's leather mini skirt to expose her derriere and then buried her stiff tongue between the cheeks of Karma's beautiful ass. My cock got hard the moment she started and Karma saw it. She smiled broadly and said, "Play with your whang until Alma finishes cleaning my asshole for you, slave."

I took my dick in my hand and went through the motions of jerking myself off while Alma licked Karma's shapely ass. I watched the two women and enjoyed the scene, but at the same time my sadistic streak and the killer that lives within every person came awake inside of me and I had to fight the insane urge to jump to my feet and kill them. I wanted to slay them and mutilate them, but I knew that the time wasn't right. Alma had a letter that would be mailed to the police if anything happened to her, and if that letter did get mailed I would end up getting arrested for the brutal sex slaying of Venetta Sincavage. I knew there had to be a way out of my mess, but not today. I would have to remain a slave and bide my time....

Karma got tired of having Alma lick her ass and stepped away from her, but the urge to humiliate was still strong within her black heart.

"Stand up, Alma," Karma said.

Alma stood up.

"Now bend over and touch your toes while Bart fucks you in that big ass of yours."

"Please don't make me take his prick in there," Alma said in a whimpering voice. "He damn near killed me the last time he forced his whang in there."

Karma ignored her. She smiled at my stiff dick and said, "Stand up and undress your Aunt Alma, pretty boy."

Alma stood motionless and stabbed me with her eyes as I came up to her and reached for the top button on her mannish blouse, then loosened the others until her blouse gaped open to reveal the black nylon half bra that held her gigantic breasts half captive. I pushed the blouse from her shoulders and helped her out of it.

"Good boy," Karma said approvingly as she smiled at me from her perch on the black leather sofa. "Now take her bra off and tumble her fluffy knockers into nakedness."

I lifted my hands to Alma's bra-covered breasts and caressed them until her nipples stiffened and punched at the material that covered them. Then I reached under her arm pits, between her shoulder blades and unfastened the bra. It fell away from her tits and fluttered to the floor like a blackbird who had just run afoul of a little boy's slingshot.

"Kiss the tips of your aunt's tits," Karma said harshly. "Make her tingle all over before you finish taking her clothes off and bury your big fat cock in her fat ass."

I kissed Alma's big titties and then I took them in my hands and massaged them. I played with her tits for a minute or two, and by then she was mad enough to kill me, not because she didn't enjoy having her tits played with, but because she knew she would be forced to touch her toes while I rammed my dick up her anus and fucked her there until I blew my lump.

"That's enough," Karma said and I looked back to find her finger fucking herself. "Now take the rest of her clothes off."

I loosened the zipper on Alma's skirt and pushed it down over her hips. A moment later the skirt lay in a puddle of cloth around her ankles. She was wearing black bikini panties, and now I hooked my fingers into the waistband of them and forced them downward, all the way off, and now she stood naked before me, her stomach muscles twitching and her hairy cunt practically begging for the cock it wouldn't receive ... not from me.

But she tried.

Alma looked at Karma who sat there with her finger in her pussy and said, "Please let him stick his dick in my cunt, Karma."

Karma smiled and shook her beautiful head. "You're taking his whang up your ass, and don't bug me about it anymore or I'll get up and break your goddamn head!"

"I'm ready," I told Karma, for by now I was enjoying the hell out of this strange situation where Alma was on the receiving end of the sadistic torture she loved to dish out to others.

"Then fuck her in the ass," Karma said simply. And to Alma she said, "Bend over and grab your ankles."

Alma stretched out her hands in an imploring gesture. "Karma...."

"Goddamn you, bend over and grab your ankles! I'm not going to tell you again!"

Alma hesitated. She licked her lips in a nervous gesture and said, "Grease, Karma. Don't let him fuck me in the ass without using grease."

"Bend over!"

A queer look touched Alma's features, making them momentarily grotesque. But a moment later she exhaled loudly and reached down to grab her ankles.

"Now," Karma told me. "Get behind Alma and put the prick to her ass."

I moved in behind Alma and admired her puckered anus. It was tense, brown and bedecked with a few stray hairs that looked like thin curls of metal. My dick drooled at the sight of her pouting asshole and itched to work its way beyond her sphincter.

"Don't hurt me, Bart," Alma begged me. "Work it into my asshole gently."

"You do and I'll make you sorry you were born," Karma told me. "I want you to bury it in her ass with one lunge and make her scream like a raped banshee, do you hear?"

I nodded and licked at the sweat that beaded my upper lip. "I hear."

"Then do it!"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, mistress." I was learning fast.

I admired Alma's sphincter for a few more seconds. Then I slipped my hands around her hips to hold her in position while the knob of my dick nuzzled her tense brown-ringed ass. She was rigid and this told me that when I rammed my cock into her she would really howl like a cat with its balls caught on a barbed wire fence, but this made me feel elated. I wanted to hurt her and make her pay for what she had tried and was doing to me with this slavery thing.

"Bart?" Karma said.

I looked at her. She was still playing stink finger with herself.

"What?"

"I have a blacksnake whip over in that closet."

"Oh?"

"Do you want me to get it out and use it on you in anger?"

"No."

"Then you'd better stick your dick in Alma's ass and fuck the shit out of her."

"I will."

"Now!"

"All right."

My hands were on Alma's hips and the head of my cock nuzzled her sphincter. I smiled at Karma to let her know I was ready to do her bidding, and a moment later I hunched forward and crammed my dick up to the balls in Alma's asshole. She screamed and I had to hang onto her hips to keep her from falling to her knees.

"You're killing me," Alma shrilled. "My God, your big cock is tearing my asshole all to hell! Take it out, please take it out of my ass! Oh, God, that hurts! I'm dying, I'm dying! Take it out of my ass, Bart! Please take your cock out of my hurting ass!"

I laughed.

So did Karma Oak.

"Pour it to her, pretty boy," Karma shouted as she worked the finger in and out of her hairy cunt. "Give her a cornholing she won't forget for a hundred years or more! Fuck her, Bart, fuck her good!"

I hung on to Alma's hips and worked my prick in and out of her ass. I glanced down between us and saw the blood that covered my phallus and the sight of same increased my frenzy until I was driving into her ass like an insane Greek in a harem where pederasty was the religion of the day. I banged my balls against the cheeks of her ass and poured it to her. Sweat popped out on my brow and ran down the planes of my face and into my eyes, but I didn't stop until my string broke and the jism spurted out of my dick and filled her aching ass, leaving me with a drained but quite euphoric feeling that only comes when lust is spent....

"Good boy," Karma said as I backed my penis out of Alma's trembling ass and let her sink to the floor. "Good boy. You gave her ass a reaming she'll remember for a long time."

I made no answer. I was too busy hating both of these women and wishing I could somehow turn the tables on them before they wiped me out of my fucking mind.

Alma started to get up and Karma said, "Keep kneeling, bitch."

Alma kept kneeling.

Karma smiled at me and said, "Let her clean your dick with her mouth, pretty boy."

I turned to face Alma again. She looked at my blood-smeared penis with obvious distaste, but only for a moment, and then she caught it in her hand and proceeded to clean it with her lips and her tongue, and by the time she finished I had another hard on, but by now Karma decided to turn the tables and give me my first taste of degradation at her cruel hands.

She took her finger out of her hairy cunt and walked over to the closet she had mentioned earlier. She opened it and prowled the top shelf, and when she turned to face me again she was holding a blacksnake whip in her right hand ... and she was smiling.

She walked up to me. Not too close. About five feet away. She watched me through partly closed eyes for the space of a few pulsebeats. The whip trailed behind her. It reminded me of a dozing reptile. I held my breath and waited. Fear turned my guts into a snarled ball. A moment later the whip came alive and bit me.

The tip of her whip stung my hip and drew blood. Her cruel face came closer to mine and I felt her breath on my cheek as she hissed, "Get down on your goddamn belly before I lose my head and kill you!"

Alma laughed.

I shivered and sank to the floor.

It seemed as if forever passed twice before the floor was clean and Karma said, "Get up, pretty boy."

I came erect and looked down at my stiff and throbbing dick. It seemed as if I always had a bone on. Later, as I've already mentioned, I discovered through a doctor that I suffered from a malady the pill pushers called satyriasis. Cloven-hoofed. A dyed in the wool satyr. But at the moment I didn't know it. I thought every body and man walked around with a perpetual hard on.

Karma still held the blacksnake whip in her hand. She pushed the fenders of the black leather vest aside to show me her lovely breasts, then said quietly, "Come here, Bart."

I obeyed.

"Bend over, pretty boy."

"What?"

"Make like your Aunt Alma. Bend over and touch your fucking ankles."

My cock was still stiff as I bent over and touched my toes. Then I grabbed my ankles and waited for Karma to make her next move. A moment later it was my turn to scream as Karma laughed and shoved the handle of the blacksnake whip up my ass ... and fucked me with it until I popped my nuts....

I lay on the floor after she finished fucking me with the whip handle, sobbing at the pain that continued to tear through my bleeding asshole. I was still curled up on the floor when the little colored girl called Rena came into the room. I lifted my eyes and took a look at the object she held in her small hand.

A hypodermic syringe.

For me? I wondered.

It was.

And a few minutes later Karma, Alma and Rena jabbed that silver spike in my vein and introduced me to morphine, and to the haunted world of the junkie.

CHAPTER 5

Time lost its meaning after my first introduction to the silver spike and the cottony world of morphine. I didn't know what time or what day it was, but I never failed to remember all the indignities I suffered at the hands of Karma and Alma during the next two years. I was still biding my time, waiting for the opportunity to locate the letter Alma had deposited with a mysterious friend, or said she did, but in the meantime I remained a slave to lust and did everything those two miserable whores demanded of me.

And they demanded a lot.

I knew there was friction between Karma Oak and Alma, but there was no doubt as to who was running this show, this carnival of madness. Karma was boss and she took every opportunity that came her way to let Alma know it, and for some unknown reason Alma was too frightened to do anything except obey Karma's every command. They rubbed each other the wrong way, but never when it came time to try out a new act of torture on me, and never a day went by that both of the bitches didn't get down on their knees in front of me and give me a blow job.

By this time my penis had reached its full growth of eight inches. It was also a bit fatter and this gave me a bit of pleasure, for now Karma had to yawn like hell to get the head of my cock inside her mouth, but she always made it.

They tortured me in every way they knew, and when they ran out of ideas they started to repeat themselves. Some of them weren't too bad, but a few of them nearly drove me out of my fucking mind. I was thinking of one in particular when Karma and Alma walked into the basement torture chamber where they had me tied to the rack and told me what they had in mind for me today.

I shivered. They were going to make me drink beer, but not until after they put a clamp on my cock so I couldn't piss!

Karma handed me a quart of beer and ordered me to drink it. I finished the bottle in five minutes and she gave me another bottle, and while I was drinking it she played with my penis and made it hard. When my erection was full Karma ordered Alma to put the metal clamp on my penis and tighten it to prevent me from taking a leak. I tried to escape the clamp, but when your ass is tied to a rack the only thing you can do is drink beer and wish you had been born without kidneys.

Alma clamped the vise-like clamp to my penis and I felt the piss and agony build up inside my shaft. The pain made my dick harder, and Karma kept it rigid by licking the head of it with her heavily painted tongue-a tongue thickly coated with the lipstick she liked to pretend was blood.

I endured the pain of a thousand hells as the blood and urine built up behind the clamp on my cock. I screamed but it was a waste of breath, because those two sadistic whores simply laughed and waited until I blanked out....

The clamp was gone from my penis when I came up from the dark of unconsciousness and returned to the time called now. I was still tied to the rack. I shook the cobwebs from my brain in time to hear Karma yell at Alma, "You illiterate sonofabitch! You damn near killed Bart!"

Illiterate? That was a person who couldn't read or write. I lay on the rack and thought about that for a minute. Alma was holding the threat of a letter she had supposedly written to the cops, naming me as the murderer of Venetta Sincavage, but if the lousy bitch was an illiterate.

"I'm sorry, Karma," Alma said meekly.

"You'll be more than sorry when I get through with your dirty ass," Karma hissed as she punched Alma between the tits and knocked her to her knees. "I've been sick of you ever since you brought Bart out here. I was willing to put up with you, but now I'm through catering to your fucking moods."

"D-don't hurt me, Karma," Alma said in a timid whisper. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I'll behave from now on."

"Damn right you'll behave," Karma snapped. "I'll make damn sure of that. Untie Bart from the rack."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Alma made her feet, crossed the room and freed me from the rack with trembling fingers. I stood beside the instrument of torture and rubbed circulation into my wrists as I waited for whatever in hell was going to happen next to unfold. I didn't have very long to wait.

Karma nodded toward my clothes and told me to put them on, and while I dressed she shoved Alma toward the pillory, a wooden frame fastened on a post that had three holes through which the head and hands were put and locked in place. In olden days the pillory had been used to punish offenders publicly, but with a few added refinements Karma's pillory made death as welcome as a Christmas present.

"Are you dressed, Bart?" Karma asked without looking at me.

"Yes, mistress."

"Then get your stinking ass over here and take Alma's panties off."

I went over to the pillory and tore the skimpy briefs from Alma's body, and my prick got hard as I stared at her naked haunches.

"She won't be able to get away from your dick this time, pretty boy," Karma said and her magnificent tits jiggled with the laughter that came out of her throat. "Go ahead-stab her in the ass and fuck the shit out of her." She glanced at my awesome maleness, then added, "Come upstairs when you finish. I have a job for you."

I waited until we were alone and then I walked around to the front of the pillory and hunkered down to where I could see Alma's face while I talked with her. Alma was scared shitless. I took advantage of this fear.

"You know you're hurting, don't you, Alma? Karma got fed up with your shit and now she's going to wipe you off the face of this earth."

Alma didn't bother to deny it. She was too busy being scared.

"You've got to help me, Bart. I'm your aunt."

"That didn't make much difference when you brought me here two years ago, Alma."

"I know. I'm sorry about that, but Karma had me over a barrel; I had no choice but to sell you to her, Bart."

"Tell me all about it, Alma."

"I can't."

"You'd better spill your fucking guts, and don't let me catch you lying or I won't do anything to help you beat the death sentence Karma passed on you awhile ago."

"Help me out of this damn pillory first and I will, Bart."

I grinned at her. "There's no shit on my shoes, Alma. I stopped being a naive kid two years ago. You'll talk right where you're at, and you'd better tell it straight. What is Karma holding over you that's so bad you were willing to sell me into slavery to her?"

"Karma has pictures."

"Of you?"

"Yes."

"Pornographic pictures?"

Alma shook her head. "No. Pictures of me eating a child."

"Sucking a little kid's dink?"

Alma shook her head again. "No. The pictures Karma has show me really eating a baby."

"I don't understand."

"Cannibalism, you dumb bastard. I killed my own baby and ate it. Karma joined me for the meal, but I'm the one who ended up with her picture on film while the meal consisting of human flesh was in progress!"

"Jesus Christ!"

Alma saw the revulsion imprinted on my face and said, "Don't blame me, Bart. Blame Karma. It was her idea. She forced me to kill and eat my own baby!"

"I don't believe you."

"You've got to believe me, Bart! And you've got to help me escape from here before Karma kills me!"

My eyebrows lifted. "Help you? I don't have to do a fucking thing for you, Alma. But I might ... if you do something for me in return."

"Anything," Alma said and hope was a brightness in her eyes. "Anything!"

I crossed over to the small desk in the corner and located pad and pencil. I scribbled a few words that didn't mean a damn thing and walked back to hunker down in front of Alma once more. I held the pad in front of her eyes and said, "I wrote this to contradict the letter you have stashed with a friend, naming me as the killer of Venetta Sincavage. This note tells the world the letter you wrote was a lie, do you understand?"

"Yes, Bart."

"I want you to read it and sign it, and afterwards I'll release you and help you to escape from here."

Alma stared uncomprehendingly at the piece of paper I held in front of her eyes for the space of a few heartbeats, then said tiredly, "I can't sign that paper, Bart."

My hand went out to catch and bend her fingers. "Why can't you sign it, Alma?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.

"Because I never learned how to read or write. I lied about that letter. There was no letter. There is no letter. I lied, I lied!"

I threw back my head and laughed. After two years of living in fear, as a fucking slave to two kinked-up women, I was free!

"I'm sorry, Bart," Alma whispered.

"Sure."

"I mean it, Bart. I truly am sorry."

"You're forgiven," I said because it was always easy to forgive the dead and the dying.

Hope jumped into her eyes again. "Then you will help me to escape from here, Bart?"

I nodded. "Tonight. But only if you're nice to me now."

"Yes, Bart. Tell me what to do?"

Her eagerness to please me was sickening. I let her taste a few more seconds of hope and then I broke it off in her. It gave me a cruel sense of satisfaction to watch the hope die in her eyes with startling abruptness as I said, "You stupid broad. Can't you get it through your thick head that I don't have to do a fucking thing to help you? I'm free, Alma. I don't ever have to worry about you telling on me to the fuzz, because your ass is mud. Karma wants you dead and dead you'll be, right after I go upstairs and take care of another chore."

"Bart, no."

"But first I'm going to get my dick hard and jam it up your fat ass again."

"No!"

She dreaded getting hit in the ass and I knew it. I chuckled without humor and walked around the pillory to where her humped-up ass stood gleaming like pillows of marble under the incandescent light that filled the torture chamber I had practically lived in these past two years. I caught my limp dick in my right hand and proceeded to stroke it, while I took the middle finger of my other hand and stuck it up her asshole. My dick got hard immediately.

I took my finger out of her anus and guided the moist head of my penis against her puckered sphincter.

"No, Bart, no!" Alma begged.

I grabbed her hips, hunched forward and buried my cock in her ass. Alma yelled, stiffened ... and then fainted. I knew she was out cold but I didn't stop banging her ass until I had an orgasm, and when the thirst of my passion was temporarily slaked, I wiped my dick on the tail of her blouse and made my way upstairs to where Karma was waiting.

Waiting.

But not alone.

I found Karma in the den with the miniature black girl named Rena. They were both naked, and they were in the 69 position as they lapped each other's cunts. I stood in the doorway and watched them eat each other, and they didn't even sense that I was there. The midget girl was on top and she was putting the tongue to Karma's juicy snatch as if her life depended on it, and in a way I suppose it did, for Rena, like me, was nothing but a fucking slave to Karma Oak.

I kept watching.

Karma removed her wet lips from the little coon's cunt and panted, "Eat me harder, Rena baby! I'm coming! Eat my cunt, eat my cunt...!"

Rena did her best to comply, but I didn't let her finish the muffing. I waited another second or two, made sure that Karma was once more nursing at Rena's pussy, and then I brought the poker from behind my back, crossed over to the tangled bodies on the floor and brought it down hard over the top of Karma's head.

Rena rolled away from the unconscious Karma. She sat up on the floor and damn near turned white when she saw the raised poker in my hand, but she didn't beg or say a fucking word.

I grinned at her and dropped the poker to the floor.

"Relax, Rena. I know you had to do the things you did to mc." My ragged nerves reminded me that it was feeding time for the monkey that climbed on my back each time the morphine wore off, and now I helped the midget to her feet and said, "Get me a fix, Rena."

She hesitated, then said, "I'm on the stuff, too, Bart. Can I have some?"

"Sure. Bring the junk in here and we'll even give Karma a bang before we drag her ass downstairs and make a good pussy out of her."

Rena showed me her teeth in a pleased smile. "I'm going to enjoy being your slave, Bart."

I took my fix, Rena took hers and then we gave Karma the first of many jolts that would soon put her on the hook with the rest of us. Afterwards we took Karma down into the torture room and tied her to the rack I had occupied so many times in the past, but not until we dressed her up in those leather boots, leather mini skirt and leather vest she liked to wear so much.

"There," I said as I reached down and gave one of Rena's naked tits a hug with my hand, "that should keep her ass out of trouble until I decide on the slowest way to kill her."

"You don't want to kill her, Bart. Not yet."

"Why not?"

"Because of this set-up. Karma owns this house and she has lots of money. Make her your slave and she'll keep you in style. Kill her and we'll be too broke to buy enough M to keep a sparrow high, let alone ourselves. Keep her alive and everything will be just fine."

I gave her tit another hug with my hand. "You make good sense, Rena. You also gave me another idea. Are you old enough and do you have a license to drive a car?"

"Yes to both questions. Why?"

"Because I want you to drive over to Ridge tonight and bring a girl here to join us."

Rena didn't object. She simply asked if the girl could be trusted, then took my word for it that Josie Pegrow was as solid as you could get.

"How soon do you want me to leave for Ridge?" Rena asked.

"Right after you take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours and soften it."

Rena laughed throatily as she dropped to her knees before me and proceeded to treat me to the best blow job I'd had in a long, long time....

CHAPTER 6

I killed Aunt Alma via slow torture and then I went to work on Karma Oak by keeping her starved for morphine and reducing her to a vegetable until she broke and turned her property and bank account over to me. I took my time. Because I was still a minor. But I enjoyed every cruel thing I did to Karma.

I worked slowly.

The job took five years.

Five vicious and beautiful years....

The woman on the rack couldn't stand it any longer. Her tits heaved and her dark eyes got down on their knees and begged me to fill her veins with morphine, but all I did was show Karma Oak the syringe and laugh my ass off at her.

Now it was my turn to gloat. Soon I would be the boss of this Pain-for-Pleasure house that catered to kinked-up, tormented masochists who shelled out hard cash to get whipped, burned, humiliated, beaten, shit on and pissed on....

"She's dying," Josie Pegrow said as she stood beside me with my penis in her warm hand. "Isn't it a gas, Bart?"

I grinned at the woman on the rack and told her, "You lasted a long time, Karma. Slightly over five years. Longer than I expected, but as long as I wanted. I'm glad you did. I needed you. Now I don't. I won't ever need your stupid ass again. I hope you die today. I'd like that very much, Karma. I really would. Would you like to know why?"

Karma made no answer.

I chuckled without humor. "I'll tell you why, Karma. Because your death would be the nicest birthday present you could possibly hope to give me."

Karma's dark eyes stopped begging me. She lay there on the rack with her tits pointing toward the ceiling and studied the leather-clad Josie who stood at my side, playing with my penis for another few seconds before she dropped to her knees and started giving me a blow job.

"Ah," I sighed as Josie's mouth on my dick got good to me, "you're a lotta man, Josie."

Karma said weakly, "Free me, Bart. Please. I'll be your slave forever, but don't let me die...."

I shook my head. "I don't love you anymore, Karma. Josie's my man now. I don't need you. All I want is for you to shrivel up and die." I nodded toward Rena. "Tighten Karma up another notch or two."

The little colored midget girl who was my slave obeyed, and a second later Karma reached her breaking point. Her entire body stiffened in agony and her dark eyes began to glaze as death came nearer. She recognized this, and she fought it, but after awhile she knew it was a waste of time. Horror twisted her face into an ugly mask and her small red mouth stretched and the screams tore past her teeth like the wind howling through an empty street lined on both sides with tall buildings....

Karma Oak screamed for a long time, until the pain passed into the limbo of nothingness, and after awhile it didn't matter.

Not to me.

Not to Karma Oak.

Nothing would ever matter to Karma again.

Little Rena said with a giggle that made her tits dance in sheer delight, "The wicked old witch is dead, master."

I laughed and ejaculated in Josie Peg-row's sucking mouth, and after Josie finished licking my scrotum dry I helped her to a standing position and said, "Now that Karma is dead, maybe I ought to fuck her."

"Go ahead."

I shook my head. "I wouldn't enjoy it. I have something else in mind for her."

Josie watched my eyes. "You really got your rocks off when you knew she was crawling toward her grave, didn't you, Bart?"

I smiled. "It gets easier every time, Josie. Ten years back I killed a little kid named Venetta Sincavage and I was scared shitless."

"I know."

"And the night we killed Aunt Alma all I could think about was how much I hated her for introducing me to the strange world of Karma Oak, this house and the crumbs who don't mind paying to get tortured."

Josie liked a prick in the mouth. She had just finished sucking mine. Now she licked a drop of semen from the corner of her ripe red mouth and said, "The first killing scared you, the second one produced a reaction of odium, and this one...?"

I smiled dreamily. "I enjoyed it."

Josie threw back her head and laughed. "I don't blame you, Bart. Now you can afford to enjoy it."

I looked toward the dead Karma Oak and nodded. "Thanks to you and Rena for getting Karma in the mood to sign this mansion and her bank account over to me, for helping me to keep her alive until she served her purpose."

"I know. We needed her."

"But no more," I said. "Today I reached the age where I don't need anybody like Karma."

Josie nodded. "Today you celebrate your birthday. Your twenty-first. Happy birthday, darling."

"Yes," little Rena chimed in, "happy birthday, master."

I showed them my teeth in a smile but I had no illusions about either of them. Especially Josie Pegrow. I knew that Josie still had her dream of becoming a Leather Madam the world would remember forever, just as it was my ambition to be remembered as the King of Pain, and I knew that someday she would get ambitious and find a way to get rid of me, but at the moment it didn't matter, for today was my twenty-first birthday ... and I was happier than a nymphomaniac in a dildo factory. My birthday....

"This calls for a feast," I said. "A special kind of feast."

Josie held her breath and waited.

Rena knew what I had in mind and laughed. "I'll do the cooking, master."

"Good! I'll help you carry Karma up to the kitchen."

And I did.

So it came to pass that on the evening of my twenty-first birthday I sat down to a sumptuous meal of barbecued Karma Oak and became a confirmed cannibal....

THE END
The Finish Line ....(59k)    by Jack Pine




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