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Reverend's Sinful Daughter ....(89k)    by Jason Cannon

FOREWORD

How far will some people go to achieve those things that are important to them? A question as old as man. And as long as people have goals they feel are important, other people will be sacrificed for the sake of those goals. Examples can be found everywhere that the end justifies the means for people whose personal achievement, or success, or whatever they choose to call it, is the only thing that really matters. That others suffer because of it is inconsequential to them.

THE REVEREND'S SINFUL DAUGHTER is the story of a young girl who struggles for fame, fortune, and the constant appeasement of her incredible desires. Setting herself up as a God-fearing, charismatic evangelist, Lily Turpin lets no one and no thing stand in the way of her whirlwind ride to the pinnacle of success, only to find herself at last brought to ruin by the power of her own monumental selfishness and decadent lusts.

THE REVEREND'S SINFUL DAUGHTER-a startling story which contains a warning for us all. A novel which answers many questions, but leaves many more still unanswered.

-The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

It was on a Sunday afternoon that Lily found out about fucking.

It appeared to be no different than any other Sunday in the life of Reverend Jerry's traveling Church of the Road. It was noon and hot, a boiling, Midwestern hot that threatened to fog a person's brain if he or she stayed out in the peak sun too long.

The tent had been set up for services that night, the organ and altar mounted, and the chairs placed just right so everyone could get to the stage as the spirit moved them. Willie Dee, Reverend Jerry's right arm, had gone into the nearby town to find a bottle of something stronger than soda pop. This was no mean feat in the middle of the Oklahoma Bible Belt on a Sunday afternoon, but Willie Dee always seemed to manage. He would return just in time to play the organ for services, drunk to his eyeballs. But the only way his condition could be detected was by the strange, strong odor of onions on his breath to kill the odor of the whiskey. No matter how much Willie drank, it was impossible to ascertain just how drunk he was; from years of practice he carried his drink well.

Lily, the Reverend's stepdaughter by his late wife, had done her usual chores of pressing the gowns and robes, laying but the hymn books, and hiring a local chorus of six women to lead the night's gospel singing. She had also found two men and two women to sit in the audience and shout Amens and other reverent phrases at the appropriate time during the sermon and, more important, the appeal for the collection.

Lily was called, and billed, Pious Lily, the symbol of virginity, by her foster father. He used her well and managed to convince her that her purity was the stronghold of his faith. She was seventeen years old and no man, woman, or boy had ever touched her, looked upon her naked body, or had more than just lustful thoughts about her. The lustful thoughts were all right. They were encouraged. In fact, they were part of the show.

Reverend Jerry made sure of it all. He watched and guarded her like a hawk, like a good businessman. And if anyone ever doubted his word about her purity in what he called, "a world of sin", he would trot her off to a doctor and prove her chastity to the world.

Since he placed her on the stage right beside him dressed only in a skin-tight white gown and allowed her to wear no underwear at all, his word was often doubted. Her body was of perfect symmetry, but the points of her tits were huge, well-rounded, and obvious to the eye.

Every Sunday night in small towns all across the country, men flocked to the services to be saved by Reverend Jerry and drool at Lily's spectacular body in those gowns. She often, complained because she was embarrassed. Her tits were so large and without a bra they stood out in clear definition in the tight gowns so much that she actually felt naked. Also the roundness of her hips and the full vee of her pussy mound was so defined that she felt shamed.

"That, my child, is the point," the good Reverend Jerry would tell her. "You must place the temptation before them so they can recognize the sin."

"Well, isn't it a sin when I look nearly naked standin' up here?" she would reply, tossing the long, freshly curled blonde locks from her shoulders and looking up at him with a sensual pout of her full lips.

"Purity is not a sin!" he would roar. "Sin itself is a sin. Never fear to stay pure, my child," he would chide her. "An' don't you forget it. I ever catch you foolin' around, I'll beat the hell right damn outta you."

And he often did. Being the object of so much male adoration gave Lily ideas. Ideas that caused strange feelings within her body as she lay in bed at night. She knew something was wrong. She knew she wanted to fuck. But because of Reverend Jerry's precaution and careful sheltering of her mind, she, at seventeen, still didn't know what fucking was.

She found out that Sunday afternoon.

Everything was finished. Lily wanted to get back to the trailer and rest before the evening services. She was just inside the door when she heard her stepfather's voice in the back bedroom. His tone was very close to the one he used when he was giving his hell-fire-and-brimstone sermon on the evils of loose women and whiskey.

"My child, tell me again about your sin. Only this time use the words so we can get them out of your mind and cleanse your body."

A young girl's voice answered him. "Well, this boy and me, we went out together lots. An' he liked me an' I liked him, an' he kept want' to fuck me, but I knew it was bad. But he kept playin' with my titties and tryin' to stick his finger up my pussy, an' after some time I jes got so hot that I was gonna let him."

"But you stopped," Reverend Jerry said.

"Yes, sir. I knowed it was a sin.

"Of course you did."

'Sides, I was scared," she said.

"Child, don't you know that to have redemption from sin you must commit the sin? That's why we are here now, like this."

"Are you sure, Reverend? I feel like I'm sinnin' right now. I feel like I'm sinnin' powerful far right now, layin' here like this."

"Of course you are, girl. And when the act is done, you will say Hallelujah, and you will feel the spirit enter into you just as I will enter into you."

Usually Lily stayed away when Reverend Jerry was with anyone, especially when he was redeeming young girls, which he did quite often in their travels. Once, in Wichita, she walked in when he was baptizing a woman and her daughter, naked, in the shower, and he beat the daylights out of her.

But this time it was different. This girl sounded so close to her own age, and she had been so close to the very sin that Lily was curious about that she not only felt compelled to listen but also to watch as the Reverend worked his wondrous miracles on her.

Lily crept the length of the trailer and knelt on her knees in front of the curtain that divided the bedroom from the narrow walkway. Carefully she parted the curtain just enough to see, and had to quickly bite her lips in order not to gasp aloud in surprise at what she saw.

Reverend Jerry sat in a chair with his pants pulled down around his ankles. He had both hands on his cock. They pumped slowly up and down on the hard shaft that seemed to stand a full foot above the hairy mat over his groin. The huge sac containing his balls rested on his inner thighs, bobbing in the same tempo as his cock. The red, bulbous cockhead was filled with blood and kept disappearing and reappearing as his hands drove the foreskin over it and then pulled it slowly away.

Lily had seen his cock once or twice at night when he had emerged from his room to go to the bathroom, but it had always looked so thin and tiny then. Now his prick looked huge as it throbbed and bounced, its veins protruding to make it even thicker.

Across from him on the bed, a girl at least two, if not three years younger than Lily, lay on her back. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them and lifted high in the air. Her hands were at her pussy holding the lips wide apart so Lily could see the dark-pink flesh of her inner cunt. The girl had obviously been diddling herself for some time, because rivulets of cunt juice ran from the hair-ringed slit of her pussy down into the crack of her delightful ass.

Her tits were small, nothing compared to Lily's huge jugs, and they appeared even smaller as they spread across her chest as she lay back. In one way her boobs were different from Lily's-nearly the whole tit was nipple and areola. They appeared like two large, hard, pink knots on her chest.

"Are you ready, my child?" Reverend Jerry said, a tiny bit of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he watched her clitoris harden and throb between her exposed, fur-lined labias.

"I . . . I guess so."

"Have no fear, my child. I am giving you total absolution by creating the sin and then granting you the forgiveness for the sin." "What you gonna do?"

"I'm going to fuck you," he said, rising and stepping between her legs. "I'm going to shove my cock up your cunt and give you the pleasure of sex so you'll know what you must spurn."

"Reverend ... you're awful big. I mean your cock is a lot bigger than my boy friend's."

"The power is big. It takes a big instrument to wield it. Lift your ass up so I can put this pillow under it."

Lily watched in fascination as his hands drifted along the young girl's creamy white body. He kneaded her tiny boobs with his fingers. For a moment the girl tried to squirm away as he bent his head and tongued her erect little nipples. His cock bobbed against the mat of her pussy. Between the two stimulations, she settled into a mewling, semiconscious state and obviously started to enjoy his manipulations.

The girl's lids fluttered over glassy eyes and her hands absently left her cunt and traveled up and over his body.

Lily was transfixed as she watched his lips trace a path over her titties and down her ivory body. An anguished mewl, that was unmistakably delight, erupted from her throat as his head reached the softly curling pussy hair between her spread thighs.

He moved his bands between her legs and placed a thumb on either side of her taut, young cuntlips. She groaned in anticipation as he pulled them wide apart, and screamed in joy when his tongue leapt forward, burying itself in the juicy folds of her snatch with a greedy ferocity. He ran the hard tip of his tongue the full length of the widely spread slit, from the pucker of flesh over her clitoris to the delightful tang of her asshole.

Her bud quivered uncontrollably beneath the sparse hair of her beaver. His thick lips spread through the soft, hair-fringed labias and flicked relentlessly against the rubbery twat walls and stopped now and then to curl up into her open cunt. She jerked her hips and ass spasmodically, still squirming hysterically under the thick, saliva-glistening tongue that lapped at her virginal cunt.

Lily shuddered from the sexual stimulation that watching something forbidden gives. She gasped at the change which seemed to came over the writhing young girl on the bed. She could tell from the girl's facial expressions that the moans coming from her lips were of joy and not fear or pain.

She raised her hands again, holding them in indecision, then dropped them in surrender to grasp Reverend Jerry's thick black hair.

Something rebelled, momentarily, in Lily. She remembered what he had told her so often; what she saw being done to this girl, even younger than herself, was wrong. Suddenly, it was hard for her to believe what she was seeing. Instead of fighting with all her strength against this humiliating act, this man's tongue in her cunt, the girl had turned into a helplessly groaning mass of passion. She voluntarily spread her legs further apart and tangled her hands possessively in his hair, pulling his face tight to her up thrust crotch. She ground her hips sensuously in time to the darting tongue which probed hotly up into her seething pussy. Her eyes closed and her mouth hung open in undisguised ecstasy.

She guided the head between her thighs with her able young hands, and pumped her hips up into his hotly slavering face like a nymphomaniac in wild, abandoned heat. Her muscles strained under the tightness of her pale, sweat-glistening skin. Lily could clearly see the cords of her inner thighs standing out like taut ropes ready to snap against the pressure as she thrust her hungry crotch forward, again and again, against the whirling tongue buried deep into her throbbing cunt. She was all but swallowing the hotly whipping tongue with her clasping twat lips.

"You taste good, my child, very good. And soon I'll give your body my cock. You'll taste salvation through sin."

"Yes, oh, fuck, yes," the girl replied, reaching to pull his face back into her fevered pussy. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your tongue and then fuck me good with your big beautiful cock!"

He ground his head back down into her seeping, fleshy pussy until it was barely visible between her fully stretched thighs.

Then the girl did an amazing thing that brought a gasp from Lily's lips; she pushed the Reverend Jerry's face away from her heated pussy, still grasped his hair lightly in her hands, and flipped both their bodies over. She sat down hard and full on his mouth with her squirming butt. It was she who now was doing the ravishing. She straddled his face with her cunt as animalistic expressions of joyful lust bathed her face and twisted her lips back over her tightly clenched teeth.

"Yes, yes, my child. Give me your fresh young cunt. Spew your juice of sin over my willing face!"

The sounds coming from the room were wet and punctuated by soft mews and groans of totally absorbed pleasure. So this was fucking, Lily thought, watching avidly the rapture on both their faces. As she studied the young girl's face and saw the look of total bliss spread across it, Lily felt the aching hunger begin in her own body. She felt a twisting pain of need spread from her abdomen up to her passion swollen tits. Her breathing became labored as she slid her own hand down between her thighs where she squatted on the floor. Her panties were soaking wet. Testing with her fingers, she pushed a tiny bit of the material up into her cunt-crack. It felt good, so very good. She pushed harder, and, at the same time allowed her buttcheeks to squirm down aver the thrill of her fingers.

Her stepfather was writhing in the grip of the girl's thighs above him. Suddenly he growled some indistinguishable words and threw her body from his face. He pulled the jerking girl's thighs brutally from around his head. She shouted in protest; her legs kicked out into the empty air. Her crotch ground into the mattress as she strove for the near orgasm that had almost been had from his tongue.

Reverend Jerry took her by the ankles from behind as she lay face down on the bed, and spread her tapered, well-formed legs wide apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full, trembling thighs and spread the cheeks of her bobbing ass with his hands.

From Lily's viewpoint, she could see the pink clit nestling in the crevice directly before his throbbing, dripping cock. She thought she could detect even more juice dripping from the girl's parted cuntlips as she anticipated the good Reverend's next move.

He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs all the way to the wetness of the girl's open pussy. Then he dropped his head with glee to the smooth, oval buttcheeks. He kissed them with fervor, letting his tongue trail down to tease the shadowed crack between them. Lily could see the girl's pussylips straining around the pink, hair-lined hole as his thumbs pulled at the softly giving flesh the hair covered. His fingers probed at the throbbingly hungry, wet opening like teasing prongs.

The girl groaned beneath him, her mouth open as three fingers worked around and around deep inside her wide-split cunt.

Lily watched in enraptured stillness as she made inroads with her own fingers, shoving the crotch of her panties far up her own hole. Before her the girl on the bed struggled to her knees, sending the rounded white orbs of her ass up to the Reverend's wildly aroused cock.

The preacher shuffled forward until he was directly behind her wide spread thighs. His huge cock stood straight out, with its dripping head resting in the dark crack of her open asscheeks.

"You're beautiful, my child. Truly beautiful. Your cunt, your ass, your whole body is truly a small piece of perfection in this otherwise fucked-up world. Do you want me to give you salvation through sin, my child?"

"I want you to fuck me, Reverend. I want your cock," the girl moaned. "Stick it in.

"Oh, I will," he said, as his eyes roamed triumphantly over the young girl's helplessly needing body. "Appease me, my child, with a small favor.

"What...? Oh, shit, hurry!"

"Spread your fuck cheeks for my cock," he said, his grin turning into a leer of pure lust.

Her hands moved hesitantly back under her body and gently stroked the hardness of his bobbing cock between her thighs. With one hand she pried apart the cheeks of her ivory ass and, with the other, she hesitantly placed the tip of his cock against the tight, seeping mouth of her trembling young cunt.

Lily's own cunt quivered eagerly as she watched his cock begin probing and working against the girl's twat lips. The Reverend's muscles stood but in relief as he strained forward. Slowly, his gigantic cock wormed its way between her tight, puffy labias.

The young girl's face contorted from the first ravishment of her upraised cunt, but his hands on her hips and his pressing thighs forced her back against his body. With a loud cry of pure lust he hugged her waving hips to him tightly and shoved with all his might. With a quick, final forward surge, his rampaging cock was buried to the root in her virgin cunt.

He rammed into her tender pussy with hard, cruel thrusts. Lily could see the pinkly glistening cunt flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke. The girl flung her head from side to side. Her teeth were bared back over her lips in a strange combination of pain and joy.

Lily was now ripping at her own pussy as her stepfather's cock pushed and pulled at the soft pink flesh surrounding the young girl's clasping, hot pussy. She also saw his eyes, and they both frightened and intrigued her. They were tinged with evil cruelty as he brutally began a series of wild, hard, cock-thrusts that sent his swollen prick again and again far into the girl's sucking, steaming cunt.

His balls slapped against the top of her pussy, teasing her clitoris, as his prick filled her hole. The girl's tiny tits danced under her chest as her whole body picked up the rhythm of his fuck-thrusts and started to match them.

Lily watched, her own cunt a seething volcano of fruitless passion, as the young girl lost her hold on human form. She became, instead, a quivering mass of lust-dominated flesh that begged to be hurt, to be fucked, to be subjugated. She was reveling in the full length of cock that steadily, without pause, reamed her tortured cunt.

Lily's forehead was covered with perspiration from the fevered fucking taking place before her. Her mind was racing, accenting the fingers that jammed the thin crotch of her panties up her drooling cunt. A trickle of perspiration ran down between her huge, bobbing tits. Then another and another until the rounded mounds of her jugs where they swelled above her bra stuck wetly to her dress.

Her free hand slipped up over her nipples where they pushed against the material. She pinched them sharply, causing a spasm of lust to explode in her cunt. Lily's fingers worked faster when she imagined her stepfather's burgeoning cock digging wetly into her own cunt instead of the other girl's. The thought sent another electric tinge deep into her belly, and she could feel the seeping wetness of her snatch increasing. Her heart was beating wildly. She was sure that it was loud enough for them to hear, even above the growls and moans of lustful passion they were making themselves as they fucked furiously on the bed.

In front of her, Reverend Jerry's buttcheeks flexed and bunched as he humped himself hard against the hotly writhing ass of the young girl hunched dog-style in front of him. His thrusting rod of meat speared into her glistening young pussy like a piston.

Lily could see the girl become more and more excited. Her passion gleamed through lust-crazed eyes as she started into the throes of her climax. Pantingly she screwed her ass back into the charging cock of her invader like an insane woman.

"Yes, my child!" he shouted. "Come! COME ALL OVER MY FUCKING COCK!!"

His tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked deep up into the nakedly waving buttcheeks from behind. Saliva dripped from his mouth onto her sweat-glistened back.

"Oh God, God, I'm coming! I'm coming! I'M COMING!!" she screamed, and rammed her cunt wildly back over the full length of his cock.

At the same moment he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in quick, hard spurts deep in her clasping, coming fuck-hole. Though she didn't know quite what it was, Lily could feel her own come start as she saw the girl's smoothly curved young buttcheeks begin to contract as her cunt sucked the creamy cum from his spurting cock. Thick white jizz oozed from her tightly locked twat as it squeezed the huge hardened, bobbing cock. Thin trails of the sticky white cum ran down the ivory columns of her legs. The back of her thighs glistened with it. Between her thighs her beaver was displayed, soaking with her own cunt juices and his cum.

And then the girl pitched forward on the bed, face down, completely unconscious. The rapidly deflating cock of Reverend Jerry slipped from her mauled cuntal passage. Smiling and groaning he dropped his face to her widespread crotch and licked at the white sticky cum, his own cum that oozed from her quivering gash. He lapped at it hungrily until at last there was no more.

Then he turned her body over and struggled up until he could straddle her torso between his legs. His seeping, partially slack cock hung directly over her young, innocent face.

"Now, little girl," he hissed, "I'm going to baptize you."

He took his cock in his fist and started pumping furiously on it. Back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster his hand went until it was just a blur in front of Lily's fascinated eyes.

The lewdness of the scene, her stepfather's intentions, goaded Lily on to abuse and punish her cunt ever harder. Her heavy tits hung down, their nipples bursting against the material of her bra and dress, as they swayed heavily and excitedly beneath her slavishly kneeling body. Electric tingles of pleasure shot through her nerves as she pictured herself, legs spread wide, twisting and writhing nakedly under the pummeling cock of her stepfather.

Her hole colored crimson as she felt her approaching. She hung for a moment, teetering on the edge of release, her whole body vibrating from the effect of her own hand on her own cunt.

And then the white-hot juices of her pussy secretions gushed warmly around her rummaging fingers, covering the palm of her hand, and running down her tensed inner thighs and legs to drip on the floor under her bobbing ass.

Her come continued unabated as she heard her stepfather growl deep in his throat and saw his cock spurt great steams of hot, white jizz over the sleeping girl's face. More and more of the hot fuck-cream poured through the pumping shaft of his prick until it seemed as though he would drown the innocent girl with his cum.

Lily sighed contentedly and started to roll back to the floor in exhaustion when she heard an ear-splitting roar and felt herself being lifted high into the air. Suddenly she was flying backward. She landed, with a hard, loud thump, against the wall of the narrow passageway.

Through bleary, pain-racked eyes she saw the giant hulk of a man enter the room with her stepfather and the girl. Raised high in his hand was a shotgun.

"That's my daughter, you fake, phony son-of-a-bitch!" the huge man screamed.

Lily heard just the roar of the shotgun before she passed out.

CHAPTER TWO

Somehow the aftermath got through to Lily, even though it remained foggy in her mind. Everything seemed to happen around her, but it all seemed to penetrate her being like a fuzzy dream.

The wild man had indeed been the young girl's irate father. He hadn't waited for any explanation of sin and redemption from Reverend Jerry. He just took one look at the preacher pouting jizz all over his daughter's face and blew him into eternity with both barrels of the powerful shotgun.

Somehow Willie Dee and the police had arrived at the same time. They took the girl and her father away and then carried what was left of the good reverend out in plastic bags.

Willie was everywhere, giving the press an explanation, taking care of Lily, begging the police not to blame her or him for the reverend's fall from grace, and nipping from a flask he had hid in his coat.

He also managed to cancel the evening's services, pack all the equipment, and convince the hulking sheriff that his commands would be carried out post-haste and to the letter.

The commands were: "We don't like this kind of thing happening around here. Damn bunch of perverts coming into my county, raising hell, fuckin' young girls... You understand, boy?"

"Yes, sir," Willie replied.

"So you get your ass in that truck and get the fuck outta my county!"

"Oh yes, sir. I'll do that, sir."

"And take that cunt with you."

"Yes, sir . . . yes, sir."

"In fact, you keep on goin' till you get clear out of the fuckin' state, you understan' that?"

"Yes, sir. Yes, sir, I sure do sir. You better believe it."

They drove for three days and nights until were deep into Texas, stopping only to eat and now and then for Willie to sleep. They talked very little and said less.

The fact that her stepfather was dead disturbed Lily hardly at all. Most of her thoughts through those long days and nights were taken up with two things. First, the realization that, even though she hadn't really experienced the sin of sex, she now knew what it was all about and she wanted to; somehow she figured out that it fuckng felt that good, it couldn't be a sin. Second, she was wondering what she was going to do to keep body and soul together.

Finally, on the evening of the third day they arrived in a small Texas town where Willie claimed he could get a good price for the tent, the truck, and all the rest of the equipment.

Lily stayed mum, holding her peace, until they were settled into the motel rooms. Then she left her own room and knocked on Willie's door.

"Yeah?"

"It's me.

"I'm busy ... Come back in about an hour."

"No... I want to talk to you," Lily said, her voice rising in inflection and volume as it became more insistent.

"God damn it, later, I said."

"NO!" she finally shouted. "NOW! It's important, Willie. Let me in."

"Son-of-a-fuckin'-bitch," she heard him mumble through the door.

A minute later a fat, worse-for-wear, fortish blonde came out. Giving Lily a sidelong contemptuous glance, she sidled away from the motel. Over her shoulder, Lily heard the woman say, "Goddamn kids, giving it away ... a working girl can't make a living any more."

Lily entered the room. It was in semidarkness, with the television picture blinking out the only light. The sound was off, adding to the eerie quality of the barren room.

Willie lay in his shorts on a rumpled bed. A bottle of whiskey sat, along with a bucket of ice, on the bedside stand.

"Sorry I ain't dressed," Willie said. "I wasn't expecting company."

"It's all right. Hope I didn't interrupt anything." "You know damn well you did. But, what the hell, ten minutes later and you would have cost me twenty bucks."

"Then I did you a favor," Lily said, moving to the bed. "She was a dog. Can I have a drink?"

"You're kiddin'," Willie said.

"Wanna bet?" she said, not missing the light that popped into his eyes when she sat beside him on the bed and let her skirt hike up to a very revealing part of her smooth thigh.

"Help yourself," he said, pulling his eyes back up to hers.

She poured herself the first drink of whiskey she had ever had in her life. She took a big swallow and forced it down without gagging. Smiling at him, she took a second knowing that what she was about to do needed all the help the false courage of the whiskey could give her.

"First of all, I want to thank you for handling everything the way you did."'

"It's all right. I plan on getting paid for it. I'm taking half of what we get when we sell," he said, lighting a cigarette. He held the pack up to her. "You taking up smokin', too?"

"Thanks," she said, surprising him further by pulling one from the pack and lighting it with a flourish. "There's a lot of things I'm going to start taking up. I don't want to see everything go. I don't want to sell. I want to go on."

"With the Church of the Road?" he said.

"You're nuts. Who'd do the preaching?" "I would."

"What?"

"Why not? I've heard it from him so many times I could recite the whole thing in my sleep. Besides, they all come to see my body anyway see my tits sticking out in the tight, fuckin' gowns he made me wear."

She almost laughed aloud at the effect her words had on him. His eyes grew large and round, while the drink spilled in his suddenly shaking hand.

She openly looked at his near naked body. Up and down she let her eyes travel over his exposed flesh. For a rummy, drunk musician and con man over forty, he still had a pretty good body. Absently, she wondered if his cock was as big as Reverend Jerry's.

"No way," he finally said when he regained his composure.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," he said, tamping the cigarette out in the ashtray, "that you couldn't pull it off."

"Why not?"

"Because you don't know what it's all about. The faithful for instance. They're suckers. Jerry knew how to con 'em. He wasn't selling salvation. He was sellin' sin-you for the men, him for the women. It was all a game an' he knew just how to play it for all it was worth."

"He didn't fuck all the women ... did he?" Lily asked coldly.

"No," Willie replied, suddenly breaking into great gasps of laughter, "but he sure as hell tried!"

"I can do it," she said, returning his level gaze with one of her own.

"You know ... you just might be able to. But I'll pass."

"I know how valuable you are, Willie. I need you. I swear I can handle the crowds, but I don't know how to get 'em in the tent in the first place. You do."

"Nah," he said. "I been thinkin' about going straight. There's a rock group on the coast needs an arranger."

"Will anything change your mind?" she said, leaning over to extinguish her own cigarette and set her drink on the stand.

Out of the corner other eye she saw the longing look on his face as he stared down the long, dark valley between her huge jugs when their weight fell together in the low-cut blouse.

Without realizing it, he had answered her question with his eyes.

"How long had the type of thing been going on like I watched with that young girl?" Lily asked, straightening up and breathing deeply, forcing her monumental knockers to thrust outward in proud, full-blown glory, their nipples like small second tits where they swelled the flimsy material.

"As long as I knew him," Willie said, his breath starting to come in quicker gasps as his eyes drank in her blonde beauty, and the voluptuousness of. her figure. "And probably forever before that."

"Even when he lived with my mother?" "Yes," Willie said, and after a thoughtful silence added, "and once in a while she did, too-I mean with other men. Sometimes in a group together."

Rather than shock Lily, the knowledge thrilled her. It also angered her that for so many years she had missed so much fun just so she could make a legend out of herself for them.

"Did you ... did you ever join in with them. When they did all that?"

"Yes . . . often."

"Did you . . ever fuck my mother?"

"Yes. Many times."

"Was she good, Willie? Was my mother a good fuck for you?" Lily asked, now looking back directly into his eyes, mesmerizing him with her own exquisite blonde beauty.

"The best," he said. "The very best. Sometimes I think about her and I think I might have even been in love with her."

Again Lily leaned towards him, her boobs bulging like white melons above her dress, her eyes two blue diamonds of fiery desire.

You want to fuck me now or later, Willie? To tell you the truth, I've always wanted to fuck you.

"I . . . I . .. I don't want to," he said. "It won't do any good, Lily. I'm gonna split. I swear it, I'm leavin'."

Lazily seductively, Lily leaned closer so that her large, firm young jugs almost touched his chest.

"There's no use trying to kid me, Willie. I can see it in your eyes, in the way you look at my tits, at my body. You want me. I can see how much you want me. I can see it by the big bulge there in your shorts. You've got a hard-on just thinking about fucking me. You can't deny it, Willie. Your big cock sticking out like that gives you away."

Her obscene words, her bold actions, sent Willie's mind into, a tailspin. It was true. He had lain awake nights after the crazy evening services, and after turning down women from the town they played, thinking of nothing but Lily's creamy young body.

Seeing her there so close, so available and inviting, with her melon like tits nearly in his sweating face, caused a quickening of his pulse. Hot tingles of desire shot through his loins; his cock jumped into even further arousal in his shorts. His eyes were fastened on the rise and fall of her tits, on the softly swelling mound of her tight young cunt in the flimsy material and the wild ecstasy it offered.

Breathing heavily herself, Lily pressed her young, hot body tightly against Willie. Her mouth found his and ground hard against it. He tried to resist, tried to force her mouth away from his, but he seemed to have no strength or real will to oppose her. Her hot, wet tongue lashed between his lips, a ton of desire blending against his own. She fucked his mouth with her tongue until he returned the pressure.

She pulled her head back up from his and sighed deeply. "Willie," she said, and pressed his hands over her boobs. She felt an aching for him suddenly rise from the closeness of his near-naked body. It quickly swelled into a crescendo of desire. She reached down and closed her hand gently aver his pulsing cock.

That did it.

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down to him. His lips locked on hers, his tongue probed the moistness of her mouth, his teeth rubbed hard against hers in the firmness of the intense embrace.

Lily's reply was swift and to the point. Her own tongue snaked between his teeth, pushed hard against his and swirled in desire around his mouth. Her arms clamped together behind his back. Their mutual passions came together like twin bolts of instant lightning. In a moment they were ground together, breath coming had and fast, their bodies aching to touch, to burrow into one another.

The two of them suddenly yearned to be totally naked, to fuck each other in a blinding rage of savage passion.

Lily tried to slow herself, to ease her frantic impatience just a little, in order to keep the upper hand. But it was useless. A man's touch, his stiff cock running hotly along her thighs, the feel of his hard meat on her smooth soft flesh sent rippling chills of desire through her body.

Her nipples were firm and jutting. She could feel them burning against the taunt fabric of her bra. The garment suddenly felt very tight. She yearned for his fingers to strip it from her eagerly writhing body.

Still locked as if in combat, they rolled together on the bed. His lips left the sweetness other mouth and traced a path of warm kisses across her cheek to her neck. His hand crept up the long, smooth length of her inner thigh. Slowly but surely he eased his fingers closer to the soft furry mound of her virgin cunt.

Lily was moaning audibly now, barely able to breathe. She came alive with explosive, animal desire. Every pore in her young body was filled with lust. Just his fingers and the palm of his hand brushing across her beaver was driving her insane with desire.

His fingers curled under the elastic of her panties and peeled them down her legs. Then came her dress. She lay still, her breath coming in fast, heaving swallows as he unfastened the bra and slowly pulled it from the matching swells of her proudly jutting, voluptuously rounded young fits. The deep, tempting cleavage between them drew his eyes like a magnet.

"Oh, Jesus, sweet Jesus, Lily. Your tits... they're beautiful."

"Touch them," she sighed. "Touch and suck them!"

His hands worked over the heaving slope of her wondrous boobs. She shivered with anticipation and excitement at the sensation of his touch. His hands probed downward into the soft, warm furrow between her tits, between the throbbing, heaving globes of her young, eager fits.

Each of his opened palms momentarily caressed the ripened swells of both her naked jugs, squeezed her hardened nipples. A chill of excitement raced down her naked spine to the warmly moist gash between her thighs.

He raised up on his elbows and let his eyes roam over her long-limbed, full-breasted beauty. She smiled up at him and let her own fingers playfully skip across her tits She lifted the full, ripe mounds like fruit and offered the thin, pink nipples invitingly to her new-found lover.

"Hurry, Willie, hurry! I want it. I can't stand it much longer. Hurry!"

He moved his body between her thighs and placed her hand around his cock. It felt huge, massive in its length and thickness. She put both hands on his cock and squeezed. His dick throbbed with a life of its own, filling both her fists.

Suddenly she was scared. The training of her stepfather came to the fore and she felt her body tense in revulsion. Suddenly she was too scared to fuck too afraid of what that huge cock could do to her virgin cunt.

"No," she said, trying to push his body from her.

"What?"

"What are you talkin' about?" he said, his face now contorting into a mask of anger.

"Oh, God, Willie. I can't. I'm scared!"

"Bullshit you can't. I'm going to fuck you." NO!"

"Goddamn, but you are!" he shouted menacingly. "You're too fuckin' hot now to stop, an' so am I." He moaned as his lips kissed her face and neck. His eyes remained hard and cruel with the greed of desire. "I'm going to fuck you like you shoulda been fucked a long time ago. And you're gonna squirm when my cock sinks up into your cunt."

His words served to excite her even mare, but still she was afraid. She lay frozen under his body. He knelt down between her limply spread thighs and, with his thumbs, drew the pink lips of her pussy slowly apart. He moaned anew at the sight of her exposed cunt walls and dropped his head between her thighs. Savagely, he buried the full length of his slippery tongue in the warm moistness of her open gash.

"Ohhh, God, please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttcheeks back down from the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at her tender box. Tiny goose bumps rippled across her quivering belly and full, heaving jugs. She sobbed helplessly because, in spite of her revulsion and fear, she felt her body giving in. Her asscheeks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through the raw nerves of her open cunt.

"Your pussy tastes good, Lily, so good. Relax and enjoy it, baby."

Her passionately aroused cunt jerked spasmodically and began to slowly move up against his tongue. She quivered as the tantalizing tip invaded her swollen gash. She whirled her butt in small circles. "Yes, yes," she hissed. "Lick it! Suck it!"

She had never known anything like this feeling before. It was different, it was wicked, it consumed the whole of her being. There was nothing else now but the lashing tongue licking up through her juicy split. Wild thoughts of the fuck scene she had seen between her stepfather and the young girl flashed through her mind. Now she, Lily, knew what it felt like. She reveled in its tingling joy until she thought her entire body would explode.

Willie sensed her total surrender. He withdrew his tongue from the trembling walls of her cunt. Slowly he raised his head and felt the soft, silky pussy hair brush tantalizingly against his cheeks. He smiled as he looked down and saw her grind her asscheeks in a slow, hypnotic, upward rhythm in a vain effort for more of his cunt-lapping tongue.

"Spread your legs out, honey. Now you're gonna get my cock."

Quivering, half in fear and half in anticipation, Lily realized that her body was responding with a will all its own. She opened her thighs wider apart. He dropped one hand down between their bodies and took his throbbing prick shaft in it. He guided it forward and used the thick cockhead to part the full, fleshy lips of her pussy.

She turned her head to the side of the bed and closed her eyes as she felt his knob contact the sensitive edges of her heated young cunt.

"Qhhh, Jesus... Oh, my God," she groaned as she felt the first pressure against the tight, elastic mouth of her virgin cunt.

"Now!" he said, and pushed.

She coughed and grunted as the hard, rubbery cock-tip slipped through her gash. It stretched the tight skin of her cherry until Lily thought her thighs were splitting apart from the pressure.

"Oh, Jesus, God, you're hurting me! Stop! Oh, shit, it hurts! You're splitting me apart with it! Take it back out!"

But there was no stopping his cock once it had tasted the sweetness of her soft pussy. With a contorted gleam of raw lust in his eyes, he smashed his full weight down upon her body. He thrust his hips forward and his long, thick cock surged mercilessly up into the helpless spread-eagled body beneath him.

The head and barrel of his cock disappeared up into the soppy hole of her cunt with a loud, sticking sound. It pushed the soft flesh of her cunt walls before it and broke her cherry as if it were thin paper. There was no stopping him until, with a loud cry of victory, his balls smacked loudly against the upturned cheeks of her beautiful, tightly clenched ass.

"Oh, shit, you're killing me, you bastard!" she screamed.

She had never been so filled in her life. His cock felt as though it had ripped her belly in half. It rested deep in her cunt, filling every inch of her steaming hale.

He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Lily also lay still, afraid to move for fear of the pain it would cause in her shattered pussy. Neither made a sound for a long time. Then she felt a throb deep inside her cunt. The head of his cock surged and seemed to grow as he flexed it inside her pussy.

He began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. He could feel the tight, narrow passage relaxing and widening slightly with each short, smooth stroke of his cock.

Slowly the pain abated. Lily's flesh began to react of its own accord. There seemed to be no more reason to fight the flames of desire that darted through her. Her whole body started to twitch and writhe beneath him. She groaned as she felt his cock slide in and out of her bloody sheath. She lifted her face and shoved her tongue with sudden and complete abandon deep into his mouth.

Low groans of passion came from deep in her chest. Her face contorted with desire instead of pain. A light sheen of perspiration brake out on her forehead. She spread her thighs wider apart.

She felt with delight the massive head of his cock as it tore at and reamed her cunt. The bushy crotch hair around the base of his cock brushed tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her thighs and against her blonde muff. She wrapped her arms around his so that her tits were squeezed tightly to his chest. Slowly, she began to rotate her butt upward, sending the soaking sheath of her cunt over the rampaging shaft of his cock. She felt the pounding dick expand each time it slapped into her hole.

Then nothing mattered but fucking.

It was good. It felt good. She wanted cock and she wanted to get fucked.

Lily wanted to come. And she wanted Willie to come. She wanted to feel his jizz being shot up into her lusting body. The wild ache of her newly discovered arousal filled her with desire.

"Fuck me, Willie! Pound your cock into me!" she urge, undulating her hips up against his body.

She wanted him to split her cunt open and drawn her in his spunk. She could feel a soggy wetness building in the seam of her ass and there was no longer any pain. There was only a feeling of being filled, filled as she had never been filled before. She ground up against his cock happily as she felt it throb into a hugeness that could only mean that he was soon going to shoot.

"Oh fuck, yes! Yes, fuck me hard, Willie! Fuck me hard and fast! Give your cock to me!" she shouted gasping out the words.

She was approaching her own orgasm, and her young body had become something like an animal, no longer innocent or human as she writhed and contorted, straining to spread her legs even wider apart and wrap them around his lunging body.

She swung her thighs up and clasped his hips with the backs of her calves, winding her tapered legs all the way around his body. Her ankles locked tightly together high on his sweaty back, With a scream she thrust her hungry cunt up and over the full length of his slippery, plunging cock.

Lily was almost ready to come. She could feel the intense pressure building around the throbbing bud of her clitoris. Sweat was pouring from her body as she strove wildly for her come. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her whole body quivered in abandoned ecstasy. The cords of her neck suddenly tightened and she felt her muscles knotted into rigidity with the unmistakable signs.

"I... I'm there! I'm coming like a fucking house afire! Fuck faster! Fuck me harder, harder!" she pleaded, in a voice shrill with passion,

Her hands clasped desperately behind his wildly driving butt, pulling his prick in a wild frenzy deeper and deeper into her cunt. Her pussy juice flowed wetly out around his driving cock, flowing down the crack of her buttcheeks and flooding his balls as they bounced against her puckered asshole.

Then Willie clamped his mouth tightly down on hers, starting a long, low groan that swelled to a shout as he began spewing his hot sperm deep up into her slippery cunt passage.

It was her first feel of male cum and she loved it. It felt deliciously wonderful as it shot up into her hungrily yielding young cunt and belly in great gushing waves. The hot, wet walls of her twat clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking cock like a sucking, starving mouth. Her head whirled in depraved joy as the hot, powerful bursts surged wildly into her, filling her to overflowing with sticky whiteness.

At last their bodies relaxed and he rolled over by her side. "Jesus, you're good, Lily. But then, I always knew you would be. Was my cock good for you? Did I give you enough?"

"More than enough," she breathed, kissing his neck. "Now will you stay?"

"You know I will," he smiled. "I'll do anything you want me to."

A week later Lily stepped onto the stage and into the lights as the head of her own traveling revival meeting.

Willie could see that she was a natural right from the first word. She lay on the fire and brimstone heavy and the crowd loved it. They were also mesmerized by her radiant blonde beauty. The nights of fucking and sucking on Willie's cock had brought a quality to her face and her bearing that left no doubt that she had become a total woman. When she talked of sex and sin, every man, and a lot of the women, slobbered with wild thoughts that maybe, just maybe, she might sin with them so they could be saved when she forgave them.

The gown she wore was even tighter and lower cut than the ones Reverend Jerry had designed for her. The huge, fleshy globes of her tits, with a dark valley of cleavage between them, combined with her long, flowing golden hair, gave her the appearance of a goddess.

The collection plates had to be emptied twice before they reached all the people.

And in the very last row a male counterpart of Lily's blonde perfection pulled a card from his wallet. Embossed in flowing script across the face of the card was his name Steven Faith. He flipped it over and wrote on the back, "I must talk to you. I think God has a master plan that had brought us to this place at the same time."

He then wrapped the card in a hundred dollar bill and dropped it in the collection plate as it was passed by.

CHAPTER THREE

"Who is he?" Lily asked, sipping wine across the table from Willie with the card laying in front of her.

"He's a big gun from L.A. Used to have his own tabernacle out there. Something happened fraud or something. He got indicted. Beyond that I don't know. But I do know he's dangerous."

"I think I should see him."

"Believe me, I know about this, Lily. No! Now get dressed. We'll be late."

She knew she had been good that night. But she also knew she still had a lot to learn in order to get a big following and stay out of trouble at the same time. Willie knew the tricks. She decided to bow to his experience. Bow, that is, until she was in a position to run the whole show herself.

"What if this woman doesn't give us the money tonight?"

"She will. Believe me. I talked to her after the services. She will. She knows a good thing when she sees one."

"But if she doesn't, maybe this Steven Faith

"He can't. He's a phony, a fraud," Willie said, his lip turning into a petulant pout.

"Aren't we?"

"Yeah, honey," he replied, "but we haven't been caught. He has. You're great, Lily. I mean out there tonight, It could feel it. You've got it. I mean really got it. You could go all the way to the top-television, healing, the whale number."

"Willie, I think you're jealous."

"Maybe. A little," he admitted. "But you don't know this Steven Faith. I've seen him work. He hypnotizes people. He's a real operator."

"I can take care of myself, Willie. I'm grown up now, remember?"

"Excuse me, but your trailer door was ajar.

Lily looked up, and up and up. He was far over six feet tall, with shoulders that completely filled the doorway. The face was handsome, with chiseled features that made him appear like every girl's dream of the ideal movie star. A white, neatly pressed linen suit covered his trim, lean frame right down to the highly polished, expensive Italian boots.

When their eyes met, it seemed as though currents of electricity flowed in waves between them. The spark was there and it transmitted itself without words and movement.

Lily could feel the band in her panties that stretched' across her warm pussy becoming moist as she felt the animal magnetism flow toward her from his eyes and his body. "You're Steven Faith," she said matter of factly, not letting her eyes drop from his intense stare.

"And you're Lily-the answer to the prayers of the faithful."

"Come in!"

"Lily," Willie said, rising from the table. "I still don't think-"

"Willie, don't you think you ought to call that woman you mentioned and tell her that we'll be a little late?"

"All right, god damn it. But don't say I didn't warn you."

The door slammed angrily behind him and Steven Faith oozed into his vacated chair.

"He seems a little put out."

"Willie is very overprotective of me," Lily said. "Would you like some wine?" She leveled her eyes with his, letting her gaze match the obvious sexual intensity that she saw so clearly radiating in his eyes.

"Do you have anything stronger?"

"Bourbon?"

"Fine. With branch water-just a splash." He was silent for a moment as she moved to fix the drinks. When he spoke again, his voice changed. It was more to the point, strident, almost demanding an immediate answer to any question it posed. "Am I interrupting anything?"

"Just a meeting with a woman. Vic... something." "Victoria Marsh?"

"Yes," Lily said, "I think that was her name." "She's a money woman. Likes to invest in sure things. She found you fast," he said.

"Willie wants to go right to the Coast. He says I can get national recognition faster out there. It'll take money." She finished the drink and handed it to him. As he took it, he held her hand and looked up into her eyes.

"You're good," he said, "but I think I can make you great."

"How?"

"Look for yourself."

He stood beside her and turned both their bodies around. She looked into the full-length mirror across the room and gasped. They made a magnificent couple. Together they looked like twin golden gods just descended from Olympus.

"You see," he said, "we're beautiful. In fact, made for each other.

"You know, I think you're right," she replied, turning up to him with a wide grin on her face. "Willie says you're broke."

"Willie's right. But I've got what you haven't. You can con the men, but I can con the women. You'll need them, too."

"Maybe you should go see this Victoria," Lily said.

He threw back his head and laughed, long and loud. "Oh, no, my child."

"Don't ever call me that!" she said, remembering her stepfather and the insidious way he had treated her.

"Sorry," he said. "No, my sweet little thing. Victoria is one woman I would have no control over. I'm afraid my obvious sexual attributes would have no effect on Victoria at all. No, you'll do far better with her than I."

"All right," Lily said, a sudden, determined set to her jaw. "Then I'll go."

"If I know anything at all about Victoria's tastes, you're bound to get the money," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"You mean you don't know what...? Never mind. What about your friend?"

"Willie? I can handle him.

"I'll bet you can." he smiled, and turned his body into hers. "We'll leave for Los Angeles in the morning. We can stop on the way and get married.

"Where, my dear," he said, his handsome features breaking into a wide grin, "we have the honeymoon. Providing you have any strength left after Victoria."

The apartment was big, beautiful, and expensive. So was Victoria Marsh. She was about forty, with large, full tits that matched Lily's in size and structure. Her hair was red and piled high on her head, capping an angular face that was strangely beautiful yet alarmingly cruel.

"So you're Jerry's little girl?" the woman said, drinking in Lily's body with her eyes. Her scrutiny was very much like a man's.

"Yes, ma'am," the girl replied. "I'm Lily Turpin. But he was my stepfather and I'm not at all like him. I plan on being successful."

"Ho ho!" the woman said, filling the room with a ringing laugh. "The girl has spirit and wit as well as beauty, Willie. It should be a good party."

"It looks more like a business conference," Lily said, looking around the room. "I don't see many guests."

"You're the guest, my dear," said the older woman. "The guest of honor. How much did you say you would need, Willie?"

"I figure about twenty thousand, Miss Marsh," Willie said nervously.

"That's probably ten more than you really need but. . well, we'll see," she replied. "Why don't you go on into the den and draw up the papers while Lily and I talk over her talents. . . and obvious attributes."

"Yes, ma'am, I'll do that," Willie said. As he passed Lily, he squeezed her arm tightly and whispered, "Be good for her, kid. Just relax and love it."

Lily didn't know exactly what he meant, but hints had come into her thinking from the looks being given her by the older woman.

"Come, Lily," Victoria Marsh said when Willie had left the room, "sit here by me. Would you like some sherry?"

"Please."

She handed the girl a glass and drew her legs up under her body so the split in her dress revealed the creamy whiteness of her full, fleshy thighs completely to Lily's stare.

"This is a dangerous business, Lily," she said. "You have to know how to handle yourself at all times."

"I know."

"You also have to know how to pick your friends."

"I know that, too," Lily said, feeling a strange quiver in her body as the other woman kept shifting her sitting position, giving her more and more looks at exposed parts of her womanly body.

"And you have to know how to treat those people who are your friends, Lily." Casually she reached over and placed her hand under Lily's heavy tit. She bounced the pendulous globe in her hand as if to test its weight. "You have a beautiful body. Lily."

"So do you, Miss Marsh," Lily said, moving slightly away.

"Thank you," the woman said, and followed Lily's heavy boob with her hand.

"Please. . . please don't do that, Lily said, and removed the hand from her tit. As it had been with her first man; Willie, the touch and proximity of this woman confused her. She was torn again between revulsion and sexual excitement. She cursed Willie silently for not warning her exactly what to expect from this older, wiser, more experienced woman, If he had, she could have at least prepared herself for it.

"That's no way to treat a friend, Lily," Victoria said. "And I want to be your friend. I love to feel a woman's soft hand on my tits. Do you want to touch my breasts? You can."

"I... No, I don't think so."

"You said you found me attractive."

"Yes . . . but

"I do have a beautiful body, Lily," she said. "Not as young and taut as yours, but I'm proud of it.

I take care of my body. You should never deny your body, Lily. Always give it what it wants."

Lily didn't know what to say. The woman's words were exactly the words she had been telling herself. Victoria's voice seemed to be mesmerizing her as it droned on.

"Have you had sex yet, Lily?"

"I.. . uh . . . yes."

"Good. It would be hard for you to radiate as much sex and appeal on the stage as I saw tonight unless you had experienced it yourself. But.. . I suppose it was with a man?"

"Yes."

"Did he stick his cock up your cunt and come? Did he rub the head of his dick over your body? Men are such beasts, Lily. All they know is stick their fat pricks in a woman and come. They don't know how to really enjoy sex like, like women know how to enjoy sex. Have you ever made love with a woman?"

There, Lily thought, now it's out She wants to make love. Damn, if only Willie had warned me. Just hinted at what to expect "No ... I haven't. I wouldn't know what to do," Lily said, her voice rising in tone with a touch too much stridency in the delivery.

"Believe me, Lily," Victoria said, standing before the girl and lowering her voice to a husky growl, "you'll never regret it with a woman. Compared to a man, woman to woman lovemaking is exciting and comforting as well as wild and -

With no warning she slipped a catch on the back of her dress. The garment slithered from her mature, voluptuous body. It fell in a tiny pile around her ankles. With a slight kick she flipped it across the room and sat back down beside Lily on the sofa.

"Miss Marsh, I don't think..."

"You're not disappointed, are you?" the woman asked almost shyly, spreading her thighs as she spoke. She lifted her butt slightly off the sofa, offering Lily a better look at the thin, smooth slit barely hidden by the band of her panties. "You don't look like you are." She deliberately lowered her eyes to where Lily had involuntarily been kneading her own tit.

Lily tore her hand away, a flush of embarrassment reddening her face.

Victoria looked her straight in the eye, smiling all the while, and lifted the soft, bulging mounds of her buttcheeks from the sofa. Gripping the fabric with her fingers, she slowly and provocatively peeled her panties down over her fleshy thighs. She raised herself higher til she cleared the rounded swell of her well-formed ass, then trailed the flimsy garment along the smoothness of her thighs. She lifted her legs high in the air, exposing her russet-colored beaver, and dropped the tiny garment beneath her.

Her knees were held together like a shy, little girl. She then reached in back of her and unhooked the elastic strap of her bra. With both hands cupping the huge fullness of her mature tits, she pulled the restraining cups away. The enormous soft globes sagged just a little as they left the support of the thin bra. Lily's eyes locked on the twin dark circles of her nipples, the slight roughness around the two thick, jutting peaks that stood out proud now, unrestrained and inviting.

Again Lily's hands wandered to her own jugs as she saw the older woman lick the tip of a finger and lovingly rub the taut pinnacles of her large, full tits. Lily thought she saw the woman shiver as she recoiled slightly from her own delicate touch. The nipples grew harder and pulsed at the sensation.

Lily looked down between the woman's thighs. They were parted. She felt as though she should be ashamed to be gazing so openly at this woman's wanton cunt. But, instead, there was only the feeling of warmth and desire that Victoria had said there would be. Lily felt a gnawing passion for this magnificent woman, a hunger that matched and surpassed what she had felt for Willie that first night that they had ticked.

Victoria could sense what Lily felt, knew that the younger girl liked what she saw. The woman responded immediately with a wider spread to her firm thighs and an unobstructed view of her heated, trembling cuntlips. The inner walls of her huge snatch were now completely open to Lily's eager eyes.

There was a thin line of moisture along the rim of her parted gash. A narrow trail of warm pussy juice flowing along the puffy furrow of the woman's gaping cunt.

"You're beautiful," Lily said. The words just seemed to come to her lips. The girl felt like an adolescent again. She hated herself for giving away her eagerness. She also hated Willie for being the pimp that he was, but she had to admit to herself that looking up the woman's juicy pussy was turning her on like nothing had before.

Lily restrained herself. In reality she wanted to drop to her elbows and knees and bury her lips in that soft, deliciously pulsating split. There wasn't any doubt in Lily's mind that this woman knew all there was to know about making love. And Lily, too, wanted to know, but she didn't want to seem too anxious. She remembered the money.

Victoria grinned up at her coyly, measuring Lily's response as she moistened her ruby lips with the wet tip of her tongue. She laved her lips, rolling her tongue slowly from side to side.

"Eat me, Lily. Put your face in my cunt and suck my juices!"

Lily shook her head from side to side.

"Eat me first, Lily," Victoria said, "and then I'll suck your cunt and your asshole. I'll make you come right through your asshole, Lily. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes. . yesss," Lily said, at last, feeling her own moisture start to creep from her cunt and soak her panties and skirt.

"You're beautifully built, Lily," she said. "If all that isn't padding."

"It isn't padding," Lily snorted.

"Then let's see. Take your blouse off and let me see your tits."

Lily hadn't worn a bra. She asked herself if she should, knowing that it wouldn't stop there, that once she undressed, she would have to go all the way.

Lily pulled the blouse up over her head and threw it on the floor.

"My God," Victoria said, letting just a touch of saliva drool from the corner of her mouth. The tantalizing sight of Lily's now nakedly vulnerable young boobs filled her with sensations of lust and need that she had never felt before. The tips of her full, ample jugs were almost as large as the full, sagging bottoms. Her turgidly tensed nipples were dark shadows that nearly covered the complete ends of her swaying tits.

As she moved, her heavy, womanly boobs swayed bank and forth sensuously, nearly slapping against each other with their weight.

Victoria took Lily by the hand and pulled her down to the floor. Together they rolled away from the sofa and sank into the heavy carpet. It felt like fleece on Lily's naked back. Victoria's legs were tangled around her own and the woman's soft muff tickled the outer part of one thigh as an expert hand unfastened and unwrapped her skirt until she lay with only her panties on her body. The woman's hands moved up to expertly caress her tits, applying just the right amount of kneading pressure to bring groans of pleasure from Lily's throat.

The young girl knew she shouldn't give in so easily, but the woman was a master at her craft. She lowered her sensuous lips to Lily's and kissed her tenderly. The kiss was gentle, with the tongue probing insistently but never rough and demanding. She worked her free hand under Lily's butt until she could probe up and down at will in the smooth valley between her asscheeks, running the thin material of her panties right into the crack with the pressure.

Lily became aroused beyond her wildest dreams. She forgot all thoughts of pushing the older woman away in the instant delirium of releasing sexual passion. Suddenly stimulation, satisfaction, and tenderness was what she wanted and she knew that this Lesbian woman, so many years her senior, could give it to her.

"Do you want me, Victoria?" she cooed.

"Yes. Oh, God, yes I want you, Lily. You're soft, and young, and beautiful. I want to do everything for you and to you."

Lily quickly writhed out of the flimsy, wispy panties. "Those papers will be for a twenty thousand-dollar loan . . . won't they, Victoria?"

Just a passing, tiny bit of irritation passed across the woman's eyes as if this had happened to her many times before. It left as quickly as it had come and she nodded in total agreement.

The woman's fingers trailed lovingly up and down her pink slit, from the peak at her clitoris to the pucker of her asshole. Lily loosened the muscles of her bung and allowed Victoria's fingers to probe her brownie. The woman's nails lightly flicked across the tender outer skin, barely disturbing the silky hair, tickling them just enough to make jolts of passion course through her body.

Victoria's head again moved over her rippling jugs. Skin over her whole. body quivered as the older woman's tongue left a trail of saliva around her globes and nipples. Then the hot mouth moved downward across her stomach and between her thighs, leaving a trail of warmth that didn't miss a bit of her skin.

Lily groaned aloud as she felt the lips of her tender pussy being pried so skillfully apart. The hot, pointy tip of Victoria's tongue darted around and around the cuntlips, caressing and loving the juice-soaked soft skin around the throbbing clitoris.

"Is that good, little love? Is my tongue good in your pussy?"

"Yes, Victoria... Taste it, suck it! SUCK MY CUNT!"

Two fingers slipped into her pussy and massaged the slick inner walls. When they were removed, the woman's tongue took their place. It felt like a thick spoon scooping the floor of her cunt and winding its pleasure-giving way 'through the hot hole.

Lily's fuse was well lit. She couldn't have stopped the tongue-fucking now even if she had wanted to. Her hips started a demanding, wild gyrating. Harder and faster the wet tongue went, foraging in and out of her pink slit like a man's hard cock.

As Victoria's tongue continued to pound the inner cunt walls, she flattened the skin of her upper lip over her teeth to form a flat, hard surface to grind against the girl's hard clitoris. At the same time, two well-lubricated fingers entered Lily's bung easily and gave her the same joy there that they had given earlier to her cunt.

Her cunt wanted this, Lily thought. Her cunt screamed for it then and there, she set her mind. She decided to give her cunt and her body whatever it asked for, no matter how hard it was to do.

"Oh, fuck me!" she chanted. "Fuck me, Victoria! Tongue-fuck all the juice out of my fuck-hole!"

Her eyes had rolled back as her head thrashed back and forth in the throes of passion. Her beautiful blonde hair spread out around her head on the carpet like a halo as she thrust her cunt up to the woman's eager lips.

"Harder! Easter! Fuck me, god damn it, tongue fuck me harder!" Clutching the woman's hair, Lily pulled her wet face into the soaking mass of her cunt. Urgently, she thrust her pussy upward with her hips, telling Victoria with her actions that she wanted her to take more, more, more all of her cunt.

The young girl's 1egs and thighs were spread as wide as they could go as. She willed with her body and her mind for her cuntlips to expand to their fullest and try to envelop all of Victoria's face between their wet, spongy flaps.

And then she came. Without warning the cap was exploded off her violent desire. But it wasn't just a come, a blast furnace that was the searing heat of climax. It soared through every pore in the heated inner walls of her pussy. Her legs flew out and up, stiff as ramrods, as Victoria, sensing the cum, inserted two more fingers in her asshole and continued to scoop with adoring love at her cunt with her tongue.

It wasn't momentary. It seemed to go on, and on, as Victoria, like the master she was, held the young girl right on the very peak of-passion, causing eruption after eruption to spill gush, after gush of cunt juice from her steaming gash.

When that first come had barely subsided, Victoria struggled up and over Lily's body until their legs became two crisscrossed vees with their cunts at the apex.

"Now, my little darling, I'm going to fuck you, Victoria groaned.

Lily felt the woman's clitoris touch her own. Between them the lips of the two pussies clasped in wet suction. Their bodies moved in unison, riding each other's clasping, grinding cunts.

"Yes! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Jesus, that's too goddamn good to be true!" Lily gasped as she came again.

And still it didn't stop.

Lily took Victoria by the ass and dragged her cunt around until it was directly in front of her face.

"Yes, baby," Victoria said. "Take a taste. I was getting afraid you didn't like pussy. But you will. That's it, put your tongue right in it, little lover. Eat me!"

Lily buried her head between Victoria's up thrust, quivering thighs. The redhead's willing pussy opened wide at the touch of the young, tender lips. Inhaling the strange combination of odors inside Victoria's seething cunt, Lily jammed her tongue between the pulpy lips and started to suck. She had never been so hot in her life, even when she had fucked Willie. She more than wanted to eat Victoria's pussy, she wanted to devour it.

"Yes, baby," Victoria crooned, "you're getting there. That's it. . . that's how to eat cunt. Eat it, lover. Suck my fucking pussy! Lick the shit out of my ass! Eat, suck, fuck!"

Lily was surprised, and pleased. The woman's cunt tasted even sweeter than she had dreamed possible. She spread the pussylips wider with her thumbs and scooped the cunt juices into her mouth with her driving tongue.

The total penetration of her pussy by the cock-tongue drove Victoria wild. Her legs shot straight up from the floor and sagged apart until they could spread no more. She balled her fists and placed them under her butt to lift her pussy even higher. The older woman's flesh fairly rippled in delight as Lily's cock like tongue flew in and out of her throbbing, gushing hole. Its hard tip traced a path from the woman's clit to her asshole.

Victoria applied all the pressure of her belly muscles to create a giant expansion in her cunt, Lily felt the walls pulling away so there was suddenly nothing inside the woman's twat but a vacuum. It drove her wild to be able to slosh her tongue around from side to side inside the redhead's pussy. The woman's beaver, slimy with mint juices, slithered across Lily's cheeks and chin, adding to the young girl's already maddening ecstasy.

Again she rammed her tongue hard up Victoria's sucking pussy and felt her chin nuzzle the bung below it. She rammed the hardness of her teeth, buffered only by the thin flesh of her upper lip, against Victoria's throbbing clitoris.

The older woman's hips became pistons under their own power as she felt them lunge upward and drive the girl's tongue on into her pussy. She felt the gushes of a small climax start and pour from her spread labias to flow downward and glue her thighs together in their descending wake.

"I'm coming, honey! I'm coming good-real good! Don't stop! Keep sucking and tonguing, baby! For God's sake, don't stop!"

The bittersweet juices rushed into Lily's mouth. The girl tasted and devoured them as she placed her hands on the woman's buttcheeks and spread them wide in preparation for the on-coming tide she knew would soon follow.

"Oh, God, yes! I'm coming! Make it a big one for me, honey! Help me come good!" Victoria screamed, her whole body now writhing in lust-inflamed torment. "Stick your hand up my ass! Yes, that's it! No, honey not just a finger! I want your hand! PUT YOUR WHOLE FUCKING HAND UP MY ASS!!"

Victoria's body became wilder and more frantic as the young girl carried out her wishes.

"AAARGGggghhh! Yes, fuck me with your hand and your tongue at the same time! Oh, sheeeet, it's good! Tear me apart, honey I I love it!"

Lily sucked and kneaded the throbbing clit with the hard tip of her driving tongue as she made a plunger out of her hand and jammed it in and out, as far as her wrist, in Victoria's willing asshole.

"OH, FUCK ME! I'M BLOWING UP!!" Victoria screamed as she arched her back and corded every muscle in her body. She threw her cunt and her asshole against the multiple instruments of pleasure and pain with greed and lust. At last she exploded in the throbbing ecstasy of total release. Her cunt released its flood gates, pouring forth a stream of sticky twat-cream.

The hot juice seared across Lily's tongue and seeped in waves down her throat. Slurping sounds came from her throat as she sucked and swallowed the cum from Victoria's cunt as fast as it came.

At last, when the heaving body beneath her started to ease, Lily raised her head from the soggy pussy mound. She looked up between the heaving hugeness of Victoria's huge tits and smiled.

The older woman returned her look through heavy-lidded, reddened eyes. She looked down between the mountains of her tits at Lily and lolled her thick tongue out between her lips. She ran the red tip around and around her lips in open invitation.

My God, Lily thought, this woman can never get enough. But then, she mused, neither can I

Her own juices still flowed like a miniature river from her puffy gash. They traced a path down her inner thighs as she swung her body up and over Victoria's boobs. She moved on up over the gathered mounds until her cunt was nearly resting on Victoria's chin.

"That's it, baby," Victoria cooed. "Bring your beautiful cunt up here to Mama. Give it to me, baby. Give that pussy of yours to me so I can suck and eat."

Lily rose on her knees, pausing, with her pussy directly over the woman's face. Tiny droplets of her cunt juice ran in long, thin lines off the end of her beaver and flowed down across the woman's flushed face. Ever so slowly, loving the anticipation, Lily lowered the gooey mass of her heated cunt down onto Victoria's eager, waiting face.

Lower and lower she went. She could feel the tongue tip brush across her muff, tickling the wet hairs. Then she moved backward and forward, letting the woman's nose rut in her cunt.

Lily was about to release the weight from her knees and let her cunt crash down over the woman's waiting face when Victoria's throat erupted in a blood-curdling scream.

At the same instant arms encircled her body from behind, and hands savagely cupped her heaving tits.

She flicked her head around and nearly screamed herself. Willie was stark naked between Victoria's thighs. His long, hard cock was buried to the very root in the woman's body.

It took a few seconds for Lily to understand and realize, but it dawned on her when she saw the blood oozing over his cock. He had buried his prick balls deep in her asshole.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Did you like it? Huh? Did you like havin' some woman suckin' on your cunt?" Willie said, his eyes riveted on the road ahead, his knuckles pure white where his hands grasped the steering wheel.

"You brought me up there. You pimped me," Lily answered angrily.

"I didn't think you'd actually like it," he replied.

"I notice you managed to get your cock stuck in something before we left. Quit bitching, you got your come.

"What did you expect? I heard all that moanin' and screamin' from the other room. I got up to take a look. Jesus, I got so fuckin' hot. Well, I just couldn't take it, that's all."

"Did you hafta half kill her rammm' that monster up her ass?"

"She liked it after I started wigglin' it around. Don't you kid yourself, she loved it. She loved my fuckin' cock up there."

"Well; you almost fucked the whole deal up."

"We got the money, didn't we?" he hissed.

"I got the money," she spat back at him, "and don't you forget it."

They rode in silence for a long while. Lily remembered watching Willie's cock plunge in and out of Victoria's bleeding asshole. The sight had so thrilled her that she nearly strangled the woman by grinding her thighs over her head and smashing her pussy down over her face. She wandered how a cock felt up an asshole. Just the idea of it excited her and started the juices flowing in her pussy again. She wondered why Willie had never tried to put his dick up her ass since they had started fucking together.

"An' I suppose you liked eatin' her cunt, too? Huh? Did ya? Did her fuckin' cunt taste good to you? Did her cum taste good?"

"Yes, god damn it!" Lily shouted. "It tasted wonderful! Now shut up!"

They were silent the rest of the way to the trailer. By the time they pulled up to the door, Willie had not said anything else, but she could tell that he had calmed down. He had also become almost pathetic in his attitude toward her. She found out just how jealous he was and, in turn, just how much she had him twisted around her little finger.

"Honey, I ... I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry about the whole fuckin' thing."

"Forget it," she said, and opened her side of the car. He started to get out his side. "Not tonight, Willie. I don't feel like any more tonight. Why don't you sleep over at the motel?"

"I love you, Lily," he said. That's the only damn thing that's wrong with me. I've fallen in love with you and there's nothing I can do about it."

Her voice softened. "I know, Willie," she said, closing the door and moving across the seat to him. "In my own way I love you, too."

She put her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers. She kissed him. It was a kiss of tenderness, without lust or desire. He cupped her heavy tit in his hand as she broke the kiss.

"Lily," he sighed in her ear, "Lily... Oh, Lily. I want you so much. Here, feel!"

He took one of her hands and placed it on his crotch. His cock was rock-hard, running in a long, thick bulge down his inner thigh.

"We're going to be big, Willie. Real big. If from now on you do what I say. No matter what it is, just do what I tell you."

"I love you, Lily."

"Will you do that, Willie? From now on will you do just what I say?"

His breathing was heavy. He humped upward with his hips, trying to jam his cloth-encased cock into her hand. She made an instant decision. She wanted far more that night than Willie could give her. She also wanted something new and different. But she knew she would have to solve his problem before she could get rid of him.

With unerring quickness she unzipped his fly and pulled his cock into the open. It throbbed wildly in her hands. She knew it would be easy. He was already close to coming.

She dropped her head and tongued the underside of his cock with long, even strokes of her wet, soft tongue. It throbbed harder.

"Christ, Lily. What are you doin'?" he. gasped.

"I'm going to suck your cock, honey. Don't you want me to suck your cock and drink your sperm all the way down?"

"Oh, yeah, baby. I want it. I want it real bad, but you always seemed so fuckin' pure. I guess I just never thought..."

"Just relax, baby," she said, echoing his own, earlier words to her, "and enjoy it.'

She opened her mouth and took his cockhead inside. The rubbery mass slid smoothly over her tongue. A tiny drop of pre-cum seeped into her throat. It tasted good and drove her desire on to satisfy his balls and cock with her mouth.

"Oh, Jesus, your mouth is like your pussy, Lily-sweet and warm. So wet and sweet and warm. Suck it, Lily! SUCK MY COCK!"

He was throwing his hips in an agonizing dance upward, trying to shove his cock farther and farther down her throat. His head swam with desire as she increased the pressure an his dick, making a vacuum of her throat and cheeks. Her soft hands closed around his distended prick, holding it tightly by the swollen root. Her lips bobbed on it, sucking, laying as her hands drew and squeezed on the barrel, causing pressure, wild, agonizing pressure, from both ends of his rod. He nearly screamed aloud, wanting it to go on forever, but knowing he couldn't last much longer.

Lily herself felt her knees go weak. His cock tasted beautiful in her mouth. She strove to take more and more of his dick into her contracting throat. She rubbed her upper thighs together over the heat of her seething pussy. They were wet and sticky with the juice from her cunt. She ached for that huge tool inside her, deep inside her snatch. She remembered Victoria's fingers up her ass her own fingers and whole hand up the woman's ass, and the cock that was now in her mouth up Victoria's ass. She wanted to experience a cock up her ass. But not Willie's. Not this time. This time she would suck and swallow his jizz down, into her belly through her mouth. She would fill her ass and her cunt with cock later.

She could feel tiny beads of perspiration form on her forehead as his cock, burgeoning hard and immense in her mouth, throbbed with the explosion that was soon to come from his bloated, inflated balls.

She groaned aloud as she felt more of his cock slide over the rear of her tongue and on down her throat. The muscles of his thighs and butt bunched and corded as he humped with all his might to drive his cock up into her face. She sucked harder, drawing her cheeks in as his gaunt shaft wormed hotly into the back of her now warmly welcoming mouth. Her throat was stretched around the great pounding head that kept oozing hot droplets of pre-cum.

She knew he was nearly at the bursting point because his cries and groans of animal passion had turned into coos and mewls of imminent release.

"Suck it, Lily! Oh, shit, suck my cock! It's all yours, my darling! Take it! SUCK THE CUM RIGHT OUT OF IT!"

His groans became more ragged as his breath started coming in great, heaving gasps from his sagging mouth. It was as though even his breath was gathering with the gathering storm of sperm that thundered in his bans. Both were readying for the impending explosion.

She sucked out to the very end of the knob and tantalized the tiny eye in the end of it with the hard tip of her tongue. Putting his hands on the back of her head, he shoved the huge cock back up against the corners of her throat. She almost choked with the length and strength of his tool so deep in her throat.

Suddenly she was frightened.

He was holding her head so hard in his hands that she couldn't move and he was fucking her mouth with a building intensity, almost gagging her with every thrust of the giant, lunging shaft.

His balls had tightened and became hard between his thighs. They were nearly as hard as the great, stiff cock that rammed through her open lips so furiously. The pounding sounds of his cock entering her and the slurping sounds of her mouth and throat as she took it lunge after lunge filled her.

Suddenly it happened.

His ass came clear off the seat of the car as the jizz began its rush down the tunnel of his cock and spewed into Lily's hotly submissive mouth. Exquisite pleasure took over his brain and body in waves of agonizing bliss. His balls emptied in great, searing torrents that cascaded into her waiting throat like waves of molten lava.

Lily wasn't prepared for such quantity.

The scalding sperm hit the back of her throat like white heat. She gagged but swallowed in order to breathe. She kept gagging and choking but his spunk kept coming. She heard him scream his pleasure as he frantically kept fucking into her face. The heated streams of jism spilled into her mouth in gushes. She swallowed and gulped as best she could to take it all deep into her hungrily absorbing stomach.

On and on, again and again the rapturous flood of hot spunk erupted in her sucking mouth, until at last she could feel the spurts start to abate. They were further and further apart and the streams got steadily smaller and smaller.

Lily's eyes were closed in rapture as she tasted and tasted the sting of spunk in her mouth. Her face was bathed in perspiration. Willie thought that he had never in his life seen anything quite so beautiful. He held her face tenderly. With one last shove of his body and hips, he thrust forward. His dying cock spewed out a final stream of cum that smeared across her lips.

"Oh, Lily, what a come, what a fucking come that was, my love," he moaned.

She looked up at him with pride in her face-pride and the unmistakable sheen of lust. She had taken all he could give and she had loved it. She had reveled in the taste of cock and the taste of salty, creamy jizz flowing down into her belly. It was only the beginning, she thought. Before she died, she wanted to try every kind of sex there was.

Willie straightened and his cock slipped from her lips with a soft popping sound. A thin white line of his cum still connected them where it looped from her fucked mouth to the slowly deflating head of his cock.

He groaned and pulled her face up to his. His mouth came down hard on hers. With mumbled words of low his tongue plunged inside her mouth to taste the strength of his own orgasm.

"Are you all right?" he asked, after breaking the long, lingering kiss.

"Yes," she said, smiling, a sudden look of age and maturity filling her eyes. "I'm fine. It was good. I liked it. I liked sucking cock. And I liked swallowing the cum."

"I love you, Lily," he said, his eyes wide and glowing with feeling for her.

"Remember your promise, Willie don't ever forget it," she said, opening the door and slipping from the car.

"I . . . won't

"Good night, Willie," she said with finality, and closed the car door behind her. She watched him drive away before she turned and entered the trailer.

Steven Faith was sprawled across the sofa. He had removed his jacket and loosened his tie. In his hand he held a half-finished drink.

"How did it go?"he asked, his sculptured lips peeling back over his perfect teeth in a knowing smile.

"Fine," Lily replied, moving to stand over him.

"Did you get the money?"

"Of course," she said, taking the glass from his hand and emptying it in one long swallow.

"I knew you would. Victoria is a hard, powerful woman. Very few people have ever gotten the best of her. But she does have one weakness-beautiful young girls. She liked you?"

"She loved me. . . literally."

"And did you love her... literally?" he asked, his face implying worlds of meaning.

"If you mean did I eat her, too ... yes. She must have come four or five times."

"Marvelous," he said. "Then I do believe we're on our way."

Just the way he said it, the way he looked at her with his eyes, undressing her, raping her, excited her. His body was beautiful in the clothes. She imagined it would be. even more beautiful naked.

"And our little friend?'

"He's probably sound asleep by now. We won't be bothered," she replied.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I just blew him in the car," Lily said.

"Truly amazing Fantastic woman," he said, and crawled, like a cat, to his feet. He bent his face to hers, wrapped his arms around her body, clutched her butt lovingly in his hands, and kissed her. It wasn't a kiss of love, or a kiss of slavish adoration like Willie's. It was a kiss of sex and lust. It spoke words to her in its strength of passion and desire.

"Let's go into the bedroom," she sighed. "I want you."

"I hoped you would know immediately that it was meant to be."

When they reached the bedroom, Lily wasted no time. She pulled her blouse over her head and unfastened the buttons on her skirt. She let both garments fall at her feet. She wore no bra or panties. She hadn't bothered to put them back on when she dressed again at Victoria's.

She stood completely naked, the golden, curly hairs of her cunt glistening wetly with her instant arousal. Her huge, pendulous young tits quivered in proud anticipation as she threw her head back, almost insolently, at him.

"You are truly a woman who knows her mind, aren't you?" he said, his even teeth shining behind a wide smile that was close to a leer.

"I know my body, too. I've grown up in the past few weeks, and tonight I grew up more. I've realized what I've got and what I've been missing all my life. Now I'm going to make up for it. I want sex, I want fame, I want money, and, right now, I want you."

"I knew it the minute I saw you on the stage handling the suckers."

"Get naked, Steven Faith," she crooned. "Right now... Hurry! I want to see your big, hard cock."

He groaned as he surveyed the teen-ager's naked perfection. His hard, thick cock, fully erect in his trousers, ached with wild passion. Staring at her voluptuous nakedness, he tore at his clothing until he, too, was standing nude before her.

His cock was huge, even larger and thicker than Willie's. The head looked to be as fat as her fist and tiny flecks of pre-cum already dripped from its pink slit. The barrel itself was as thick as her wrist and heavily coated with large blue veins that stood out in the dark skin and throbbed with coursing blood. It jutted out like a gigantic spear from the heavy mat of hair above it. The huge, wet knob pointed impatiently at her trembling body.

She was immediately driven to total excitement when she saw the well-muscled leanness of his torso. Her head spun with desire just from looking at the flat hardness of his belly and the rippling muscles in his shoulders and arms as he moved towards her.

His rugged self-confidence, his strength, and his overwhelming masculine beauty made the only other man to fuck her, Willie Dee seem so fraudulent and weak.

Even his cock was beautiful to her as it flowered from the base of his belly in jutting gracefulness. She gasped in joy as he took her in his arms and slid his cock between her wet thighs. The head jutted out a full three inches beyond her throbbing buns.

Steven Faith smiled to himself. This girl, this baby was perfect. She had no idea how talented and brilliant she was or how famous he would make her. She was also beautiful and cock hungry something he demanded in all his women.

Together they would rule down-home religion and he would rule her. He momentarily forgot business as he slowly slid his cock back and forth between her already soaking thighs. His brain whirled with lust, totally abandoned now to his new found partner. His body was vibrating wildly, and his balls ached painfully with building cum as she answered his call by squeezing his cock with her thighs and clutching at it with the taut lips of her hungry pussy.

Lily stepped closer against him. Breathing hotly into his face, she took his hand and guided it down between her thighs. She replaced his cock at her cunt with his hand and shivered as his extended middle finger slid along the moist, heated furrow of her already hot cunt. Then he slipped it inside her hole and it felt like fire to her twat walls,

She curled her fingers over his cock, stroking it lightly, tickling his balls with her fingers and nails. Her eyes stared hotly, sensually into his. Still holding his throbbing rod in her soft hand, she guided him to the bed. His finger still teased her clitoris and the swollen lips of her tight, young cunt as they fell together into the bed.

"Now, lover, I want you to fuck me. I want it in the ass. I want that big dick of yours to ream out my shit hole."

"Are you sure, Lily?" he asked.

"I'm sure," she countered. "Victoria put her fingers up my ass tonight, and it about drove me up the walls. I want to see what it feels like to have a big cock like this clear up there. Do it! Do it right now. Hurry! Stick your cock up my ass!

Steven Faith thought it might be too soon to introduce her to his own, wild and kinky ideas of sex. But, he mused, she had asked for it and there was something about this girl, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He felt that she could take anything he could give. Besides, the idea of rupturing her beautiful butt was too maddening to turn down. He was no longer in complete control of his senses. They were ruled now by the blood throbbing hardness of his cock and the cum-bloated sac of his balls.

His desire was all-powerful.

Breathing raggedly with desire, he got up on his hands and knees behind her on the bed. He drew her quivering young body up with him. He turned her so that the full beauty of her softly rounded buttcheeks were directly in front of his burgeoning cock.

The head of his dick dripped more now, as it teased the crack between her creamy buns. It jutted from his body like a hammer. The wet cockhead almost touched the already gyrating ring of Lily's puckered but soaking asshole.

He began to stroke Lily's soft, fleshy globes and tease her bung with the rubbery tip of his cock. Groans of pleasure came from her throat which served to goad him on. He moved his fingers to her shitter. Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into her brownie. He wiggled it around inside her ass, drawing even louder whimpers of increased desire from her. Then he put both hands on her quivering, full buns and used his thumbs to draw her puckered asshole wide open;

The beautiful asscheeks slid open to reveal the pulsing hunger of her bung. He slid a little downward on the bed and dropped his head until his chin and his nose were buried between the twin mounds of her rippling ass.

"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck, yes! Good, so good! Tongue-fuck my asshole like that!" she screamed with unabashed joy and passion.'

He rammed the hard tip of his tongue far up her gyrating asshole and whirled it around and around. in out, in, out it went like a miniature fleshy cock. As he fucked her ass with his tongue, he kept getting more and more of his saliva up her shit-chute.

At last, satisfied that her asshole was throughly lubricated, he lifted his head up and moved his hips back up close to her buns. He leaned forward so that the hard, fleshy knob of his blood-engorged cock almost touched the eager hole. He poised there, letting her emit another wild shriek of desire.

To his surprise she took over on her own accord. She reached between her wide-spread thighs and grasped his cock in her hand. Impatiently, she guiding the hot, bulbous head against her asshole. She wiggled the juice-dripping tip around and around the small, hungrily aching entrance to her bowels.

"Damn it, Steven, I want you to fuck me! Fuck my ass with that big hard cock! What the fuck are you waiting for? Shove it in! Shove it all the way up my ass! Tear me apart with your cock!"

He moved his hips at her command, teasing the shaft along the wide crevice between her delectable asscheeks. Then he leaned forward as she placed his knob directly against her puckered, clutching bung. He steadied himself by clutching at her buttcheeks and clawing fingers. Then, with a powerful, sudden thrust, he bored his thick, rigid prick far up into her ass. He forced his rod hard through the tightly wadded ring of her bung.

There was pressure against his entrance for only a second. When he shoved again, he buried his dick nearly to his balls in the creamy hole of her beautiful ass.

"Jesus Christ!" she screamed. "Cock! COCK! I LOVE COCK!!" Her body writhed over his dick in wild, masochistic delight. Her hand, still cupped behind her, grasped his swinging balls. She kneaded them convulsively, almost painfully, urging him to sink more and more of his prick into her clasping asshole.

- "Give it all to me!" she screamed. "Give me your cock! Don't hold the son-of-a-bitch back! Fuck me with the whole damn thing!"

For just a moment, doubt floated across his mind. What was happening? She was commanding him. It was unthinkable but true. He, Steven Faith, had somehow lost control of the situation. This young girl, little more than a child, had actually broken his will to resist her strength.

But somehow it didn't matter. Her body mesmerized him. Her creamy white buttcheeks danced on the end of his cock, driving him on and on to new and greater heights of delight than he had ever known. Her swinging, swollen tits hung far down from her body. They nearly touched the bed with their voluptuous fullness.

"Don't stop, god damn it!" she screamed. "Don't stop now! FUCK!"

The tall, golden-haired giant clutched hard at her hips, grunting with strain as he thrust still deeper into her ass. Farther and farther his prick went into the warm depths of her bowels. He drove with such pressure that he pushed her forward. He drove her head down into the pillow. He reached under her heaving torso and cupped her heavy, firm jugs. Savagely, he squeezed and kneaded them, pinching the nipples hard between his thumb and forefinger as he heaved forward with long, battering strokes, driving his cock with pure lust up into her ass.

"There, THERE!" he cried at last as, with one vicious, ass-smacking lunge, he buried every inch of his huge cock inside her hung. "Take it all, you little bitch!"

And still she wanted more.

"Oh, yeah, yes," Lily mewled in joy and rapture. "Oh, Steven, it hurts. It hurts like hell but I love it.! love the shit out of it. Hurt me! Fuck me!"

"Take it.. . take it," he groaned in frustration behind her, pounding her ass with all the strength in his body.

"Don't stop! Keep fucking me there! Harder! Oh, shit, keep it up! Harder!"

Steven Faith kept driving his powerful, thick tool up into the teen-ager's tightly clenching asshole with hard, brutal strokes. He used his hands to claw and tear at her boobs as if they could be ripped from her body.

And still she shouted encouragement.

His crotch smacked savagely against her upturned asscheeks. His balls felt as though they were on fire where they rested in her kneading fingers. She pressed his throbbing nuts tightly against her juice-dripping pussylips.

Lily had found heaven. Her head flailed from side to side. She was not only loving but reveling in the fucking of her asshole. She buffeted back harder and harder against his pistoning prick. She could feel his cum-bloated balls hot and steaming in her hands. The sound of smacking flesh on flesh echoed hollowly throughout the tiny room.

The harder he ripped at her tits the more she encouraged him. The pleasure-pain of his tearing fingers on her swaying, aching tits was almost unbearable in its pure lust. Her perfect white buttcheeks were a blur of motion, girating, twisting, slamming backward as she continued to go wild with the thick pressure of his cock filling her ass to nearly the splitting point.

Steven loosed one of her heaving jugs and dropped his hand to the top of her slit. Up between her open thighs he parted the softness of her pussy hair. He probed into the softness of her mound gently, caressing her clitoris.

"That's it! That's it!" she shouted. "Bring me off from both ends at once! Harder! Oh, shit, fuck, rub it a lot harder than that!"

Again a command.

Goddamn, he thought, she was never satisfied. Suddenly he wondered if he, or anyone else, would ever be able to satisfy her.

With an angry growl he began digging into her cunt with his fingers. Wildly, he finger-fucked her pussy while pounding her ass in the same rhythm with his cock.

The action between finger and pussy, cock and asshole, quickly brought her close to peaking. She began breathing frantically as she felt her climax come closer and closer to being.

Then, with a series of shattering groans, Lily could feel his long, hard cock begin to jerk in convulsions. Before she knew it, he started exploding like a bomb far up into the steaming depths of her bowels.

It was wild, wonderful, and so exciting. It was like the thunderous crack of lightning in the middle of a summer storm. The delicious hot torrents of cum shot wildly into her asshole. In turn it touched off the most violent orgasm thus far in her short, but rewarding career of sex. A hot, violent tremor of pleasure rippled the length of her writhing body.

"I'm there! Oh, Steven, I'm three times there! I'm getting it off! I'm coming so good!" she screamed in joy and bliss as she felt herself fall even farther into the bed as his hot cum ran down inside the softly yielding crack of her battered ass. It trickled in streams down the insides of her smooth thighs.

She fell even further than the bed. She passed out in satiated bliss and exhaustion. She was only out for less than a minute. When she awoke, he was beside her, panting and breathing like a man who has completed the twenty-six-mile run.

"We're good together," she said- very matter of factly, without even glancing over at him.

"Yeah.. . we are," he replied.

"I want to learn. I want to do everythlng," she said. "I want you to teach me everything."

"Yeah ... later," he sighed.

"Now!" she said.

"Jesus, Lily, you gotta give me time to get it up again. That's the first thing I've got to teach you."

She could feel his cum seeping out of her burning asshole. She started to rise and go to the bathroom for a towel. Then a whole new idea struck her.

She rolled over and straddled his face, spreading her legs and her thighs as wide as they would go.

"Eat me!" she said. "Lick my ass clean. Take all your cum back out of me. It'll feel good. I know it'll feel goad."

"Do it!" she said, and dropped her seeping asshole over his mouth.

CHAPTER FIVE

The trip was uneventful except for the first few minutes at the airport when Willie at last realized that Steven Faith was going to accompany them. He nearly had a seizure, complete with foaming mouth and wild, reddened face..

Lily managed to calm him down without trouble as though he were just a stubborn child. She caressed his head and moved her body close to him. Her tits softly rubbed across his arm and his chest. Her presence, her words, and her body had the desired effect almost at once. They all combined to become a cooling agent. He became, in no time, little more than putty in her hands.

Steven Faith made a mental note of it all. Again, he was amazed at her powers. She had the ability to convince anyone and everyone around her that she was totally helpless, totally innocent, and totally right. Hadn't she done just that to him the whole previous night? He vowed to himself, as they boarded the plane, that he would never let her do it to him again.

Lily, on her own, had already decided that Steven Faith was only the means to the end she wanted. She had already convinced him that marriage was out of the question, silly and unnecessary. For her, he was good in bed. But no one man or woman would ever be enough for her in bed. When she could learn nothing more about sex or business from him, she knew he would be dropped.

In Las Angeles, Willie set up the contacts they would need to promote their sect legally on a nationwide scale. He contacted and hired lawyers and accountants who would eventually keep them out of jail and turn faith into profit.

At the same time, Steven made the public relations contacts. He used his brain, his body, and his cock to good advantage. Within two days he had seduced both the secretary and the wife of the owner of a large chain of independent television stations. When the time for pressure came, the poor man could have no objections at the risk of ruining both his home life and his sex life.

Lily, without fanfare or name, obtained a syndicated half-hour television show that would bring her words to millions.

While all this was happening, she was kept under wraps. She stayed in the hotel at all times, refusing interviews and answering no calls. By the time her first broadcast was to be taped, Lily Turpin was already a household word and a well-known mystery.

And her desire was never satiated. Quite the opposite. It grew by leaps and bounds. For nearly a month she went nightly from room to room between the two men in her life. She would spend two hours with Willie until he was a mass of quivering, used-up flesh. Then she would go to Steven's roam and revel in sex with him for the entire rest of the night.

It was inevitable that one would eventually find out the full story about the other. If one of the two objected, she thought it would be Willie. To her surprise, he didn't. It only took a few nights for him to realize that no matter how much he loved her, he would never be able td satisfy her needs. He came to eventually accept the mutual situation with Steven Faith because he realized that, when it came to Lily, he could never cope with her insatiable needs and if he objected he might never, with her temper, get her at all.

Besides, she continually, reassured him that it was he, and not Steven Faith; she really loved. She also assured Steven Faith the same thing when she was positive that he, like Willie, had fallen hopelessly in love with her. She knew that it was the one thing that he had never wanted to do. That made it all the better for her when it finally did happen.

The difference between the two men lay in the fact that Willie wanted only her. All his needs, both physical and spiritual, could be satisfied by Lily alone.

Steven was more like Lily. Even though he had fallen in love with her, the idea of sexual experimentation with different partners doing a wild variety of new and kinky things always intrigued him.

When two young schoolteachers stayed a week of their vacation in the same hotel, and even on the same floor, Lily suggested to Steven that he invite them in for a party one night. Even though the idea gave him an instant hard-on, he insisted they wait. He explained that there was far, far too much at stake at that point, just before they launched Lily as the new, true messenger of the faithful. And any bad press, like being discovered fucking two strange women, and her pious partner could ruin the whole deal before they got it off the ground.

Later, he explained, when Lily became so powerful that nothing could touch her in the eyes of her followers, then the time for fun would begin.

Because she still respected his judgment, Lily agreed. But her body was hungry for new and different sex. The same two men, doing the same things together night after night, grated on her nerves and her body. It started to bore her.

It all came to a head on the evening before the initial taping of her first program. Lily was a bundle of nervous energy. They had finished the last rehearsal and gone out for dinner. Back in the room afterwards, she had drunk three fast highballs and practically raped Willie without even taking him back to his own room. She had wanted to fuck him right in front of Steven, thinking that might kick the sensation up enough to satisfy her longing.

But Willie wouldn't stand for it. He claimed he couldn't feel it, let alone actually do it, if Steven were watching. On the other hand Steven offered to fuck Lily in front of Willie. But Willie said he couldn't stand to watch that, either.

When she returned from Willie, Steven had already gone back to his own room. She thought of joining him, but the sex she had just had with Willie, for some reason, had been empty. She was afraid that the same thing would happen with Steven.

She was nervous and uptight about the next day's program. She was empty inside from need and desire. She yearned, as did her body, for something new, something different and exciting. She fixed another drink, knowing that even the floaty feeling whiskey gave her wouldn't stop the raw need of her battered nerves.

She roamed around the apartment, pausing now and then in front of a full-length mirror to study her body. She alternately loved the sight of it and cursed it. Her body, and its need and desires, was making a slave of her. She knew it but she was powerless to stop it.

She flopped into a chair and let her fingers fall to the phone. She thought of calling room service and asking for a bucket of ice, in hopes that the bellboy who brought it was young and full of sex. Her eye fell on a thin, "What-to-do, Where-to-go," magazine resting beside-the phone. Carelessly she flipped through it as she sipped her drink. There were several ads for topless bars, movie houses, and massage parlors.

The phone rang beside her. It was Steven.

"Are you coming?" he asked. "I've been waiting up.,,

"I'll be there in a little while," she replied. "I'm going over the script a little more."

"All right," he said. "If I'm asleep when you come in, wake me up."

"You know I will," she giggled and replaced the receiver.

On the very last page of the book, an ad, different from the others, had caught her eyes. It told of the various advantages of certain types of massages offered, and repeated several times the fact that the place was open all night. But one part of the ad intrigued her more than any other. At the very bottom, in large, black letters it said: "FACILITIES FOR BOTH MEN AND WOMEN"

As was usually the case, she made an instant decision. Dressing in the disguise that she had been using when they went out for meals, she stuffed a wad of bills in her pocket along with the magazine and slipped out of the room.

She hailed a cab and gave him the address.

"That's a pretty rough part of town, lady. No offense, but if you don't know the city, well..." "It's all right. You can just wait for me."

"That gets a little heavy

She let a fifty-dollar bill float down into the front seat beside him. "Wait!"

"Wait it is," he replied.

When she arrived, there was a young girl, only a year or so older than Lily, behind the desk along with an older, giant of a man who spoke with a heavy accent. His shoulders were bulging with heavily corded muscles and his biceps rippled as he moved.

"I'd like a massage," Lily said.

"Certainly," the girl replied. "Would you like a powder lightly or... " The girl's voice droned on and on, enumerating massage after massage, and specialty after specialty, that they offered.

Lily interrupted her. "I'd like the works," she said. "The full treatment."

The girl's eyes opened wide, but more in surprise than shock.

"Certainly. That's our lavish, one-hundred-dollar special."

"That's fine," Lily said.

"Will you follow me, please," the girl said and exited, with Lily following, through a beaded curtain that jangled loudly when it moved.

They went clear to the end of a long, dimly lighted hallway. The girl opened a door and motioned Lily to go on in.

The room was also dim the only illumination coming from a round ball that revolved near the ceiling. It had several colored lights in its center and reminded Lily of the glass dome of old ballrooms she had seen on late-night television movies.

"The . . . uh . . . fee is in advance," the girl said, smiling to take the edge off the charge.

Lily calmly counted the bills into the girl's hand.

"If you'll just disrobe, I'll be right back," she said. "You can hang your clothes on those hooks right over there."

"Wait!"

"Who gives the massage?"

"Why . . . I do," the girl replied.

Lily studied the girl's body. She had a sweet, almost pretty face and her figure was made up of supple, well-formed curves that flowed nicely into long, tapering legs. The mound of her pussy was tempting where it bulged below her flat tummy in the tight uniform. Her tits were smaller than Lily's, but well formed, with extra-large, long nipples that pushed against the material.

Lily thought, looking at the girl and imagining her naked, of the wild evening at Victoria's. She thought of doing to this girl what Victoria had done so well to her.

But then she thought of the giant at the desk and imagined a cock that matched that well muscled, huge body.

"I would really rather have a man give me the massage," Lily said.

"Of course," the girl replied, turning and opening the door. "But if you aren't totally satisfied, the second massage is only a fraction of the price you're paying for the first."

She disappeared, lightly closing the door behind her, and Lily smiled to herself. She had come to the right place all right.

The room was fairly large, with a huge waterbed in its center. The walls were plastered with pictures of naked men and women; the men all had gigantic, throbbing hard-ons and the women were shown holding their cuntlips far apart so the pink inner part of their twats could be clearly seen.

She was nearly nude when the giant stepped through the door. He had stripped to the waist, and his massive chest sported a mat of thick black hair that was only a step above an ape in the jungle. Lily openly dropped her eyes to the bulge in front of his pants.

It was huge without being hard.

"My name is Loka," he growled. "How you do?"

"I think," Lily replied, running her hands over her naked fits, "I do pretty good. In fact I'm sure of it. Where do we start?"

"Lay down there!"

With her panties still on, she flopped down across the bed on her back.

"You must take all off," he said, motioning to her panties. "I give all over body massage. Can't do that way."

"You must take all off," Lily replied, spreading her legs and lifting her butt slightly up, off the bed.

He knelt beside her and pulled her panties from her long, voluptuously tapered legs. She parted her thighs when the flimsy garment was finally gone. She heard his breath catch slightly at the sight of her blonde pussy. Its puffy, moisture-tipped slit the warm, damp ridges of her cuntlips seemed to await his touch. The pink softness of her inner flesh was only slightly obscured by the soft, silky fur of her beaver.

Her cuntlips had parted slightly from her excitement and anticipation. The wet labias were spread enough for him to see the taut, constricted mouth of her insatiable little cunt.

Rarely did he get a young one. They were usually old and mostly used up by the time they decided to come to him for their pleasure. This was different and it excited him. He leaned forward, on impulse, and kissed her, his lips pressing hard against the soft pulp of her pussy.

She quivered from one end of her beautiful body to the other and moaned a cry of lustful impatience. Her cunt shivered at the feel of his cool lips against her hot, trembling flesh.

"That's a good start," she said.

He smiled a reply with his stone face but said nothing in words as he bent to his work. He oiled her down, gently and tenderly, working the cool, lubricating fluid into every pore as his hands glided over her body from the tips of her toes to the erect nipples on her massive, rippling jugs.

His clever hands were not only erotically stimulating but tremendously exciting at the same time. With ease he flipped her over onto her belly and did the same thing to her backside. His fingers started increasing in pressure as he kneaded up her calves and then her thighs.

She couldn't suppress a low moan of added anticipation and a tremor of excitement when his hands reached her quivering buttcheeks. He kneaded the firm globes like twin mounds of raised dough. Then, as naturally as he had worked on her legs, he parted her asscheeks and ran two fingers up and down the soggy slit to her seeping cunt.

Back and forth his fingers went along her swollen gash, making her cunt secrete even more of its tangy juices.

Then he included her bung in his fingers' travels. Each time he passed the puckered hole, he inserted a finger up to the first knuckle until her shitter was as wet and as excited as her cunt.

"Ohhhh, Lily moaned, congratulating herself on the evening's choice of entertainment. "You're good. You're very good."

"I'm European. For years I have studied how to excite and satisfy women."

He spread the cheeks of her ass so wide she thought they would split. Then he dipped his face between the globes and gently inserted his tongue, in one, long, sweeping jolt, far up her asahole.

"Oh, Jesus! Oh, shit!" she said, and bucked her ass up into his face, feeling that she was already near her first climax.

Back out came his tongue as quickly as it had entered. Down it went, trough the gooey folds of her pussy, four, five, six time, in rapid succession, sending sparks of fire up her cunt to register like thunderbolts of desire on her mind and the rest of her aroused body.

As if it were all part of a laid-out plan, he removed his tongue from her cunt, lifted his head, and started working his talented hands up her back to her shoulders.

"You are young," he said, his voice flat and toneless, his statement a matter of fact. "The lips of your cunny are strong. They grip my tongue with desire."

"They're gonna grip more than your tongue," she said, lifting her head from the cradle of her arms as he moved around to the front of the table.

The bulge in his crotch was directly on a line with her eyes. As he moved his hands over her shoulders, Lily started playing a little game. As he moved around, she would find same way to twist her body so some part of her would touch his cock. Slowly, but surely she watched his rod swell in his pants until it was a long, thick ridge that threatened to push up under his belt and tickle his navel.

He turned her back over. She could see her boobs quiver, the nipples jump to hard, erect attention as he leaned over her head and squeezed them together and pinched the nipples.

"Your tits are firm, also young," he said, in the seine off-hand manner. "They will be good sucking."

His crotch was lightly pressed against her forehead. She could roll her eyes upward and see the thick bulge of his prick directly above her face.

It was irresistible.

She unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down on his fly. His cock fell out across her face. It was huge and beautiful; just as she had imagined it would be-very long and very thick, and very hard. She flicked her tongue out, running it the full length of his swollen sperm tube on the underside of the massive tool. She started, with her mind full of lust, at the hairy root, where his prick was the thickest, and ended at the huge, pointy knob.

She took it in her hands and pulled the fleshy foreskin forward until it completely encased the huge cockhead, and extended on over the tip in one huge fold Bending his prick down, she rammed her tongue into the folds and touched the dripping eye of his cock. Around and around inside the folds she twirled her tongue until she felt a few drops of his pre-cum ooze out; Then she released the barrel, watched the bulbous head pop back into view, and licked the trickles of salty, tangy juice into her mouth.

"It's a beautiful cock," she moaned. "At lest a foot long."

"Thirteen inches," he replied. "You wish to suck it. . . suck my-cock?"

"I want to do everything," she said. "And I want you to lead. I want you to take me all the way. But do it naked. Take your clothes off so I can see your ass and your balls hanging down."

He did as she asked while she rolled back over onto her belly to watch. He was truly a beautiful specimen of male animal. She glowed as she watched him remove his trousers. Quivers of excitement ran clear through her body as she observed his heavy thighs, as thick as posts, and the swinging, huge sac full of his balls. His waist and hips were slim but muscular, with trim lines. She looked at his stomach muscles which were tight.

As he moved around to the foot of the bed, Lily unconsciously spread her legs as far as they would go. She heard him grunt as the full split of her wet, eager cunt opened fully to his view and touch. Her thighs were nearly at right angles to the creaming crack of her pulsating pussy.

"This make you hurt at first," he said, standing slightly between her legs. "But it soon feel very good."

She turned her head. In his right hand he held a thick, foot-long vibrator shaped like a man's cock. Lily smiled when she saw it. Her education in sex was about to get another page added.

"Hurt me!" she said. "Make me scream in pain, Loka! Make my blues go away." She cradled her head back on her arms and awaited what she was sure, would be a new high in sexual experience.

With a flip of his thumb the big man turned on the machine. The girl pushed her trim, full butt up in the air, exposing and offering both her asshole and the pink slit of her pussy in invitation to the treatment he was about to offer.

The vibrator whirred in his hand as he aimed it carefully at her glued together pussylips. The blunt head slipped easily between the moist lips of her cunt. He worked it slowly along the fur-lined crack, starting just above her working, clenching bung.

She tensed at once as the thrill-giving machine nudged its way towards the fleshy, elastic opening of her hungry pussy. Slowly he went on by the clutching mouth of her cunt and edged the busy knob of the vibrator higher along her seething slit. Then he found the spot and ground the hard, plastic head mercilessly against its flesh.

She nearly careened off the bed as the vibrator electrically massaged the bud of her clitoris. Her hands clenched in tight fists, her head came flying off her arms. Her mouth flew open but there were no words, only a constant, mewling cry of ecstasy.

He held the whirring shaft against her sensitive clit for several minutes, watching her passion build in rising waves as her whole body shuddered and twitched from the magic touch. Her cunt squirmed and throbbed frantically as her legs kicked the air on both sides of his kneeling body. The cheeks of her butt opened and closed as the muscles contracted from the intense feeling of pleasure pain.

"Oh, shit, I. can't take any more of that!" she gasped between violent muscular spasms. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock! In my ass, my cunt, anywhere, just fuck me with your cock!"

To add emphasis to her words, she scooted backward towards him on the bouncy bed. Her lovely white thighs quivered in their spread as she thrust the golden fleece of her pussy towards him with insatiable desire.

He looked down at himself. His enormous, dark-skinned cock nearly reached the pinkly quivering lips of her hungry pussy. It jutted like an angry, throbbing instrument of destruction from his hairy groin.

He cradled the huge shaft of his cock in his left hand and brushed the uncircumcised tip against the pulsing cuntlips. Carefully he sifted through the soft fur of her beaver. She shivered convulsively as the rod nuzzled her sensitive flesh. Loka squeezed the thick pole of meat between his fingers and slowly eased his, clenched first back towards his hairy body. The ring of soft, pulpy skin around the engorged head of his prick suddenly parted. It slipped back on the thick, hard shaft, exposing the swollen knob at the end of the huge instrument. He pulled the soft, pliable flesh back until the head of his cock was completely free.

Then he leaned forward and moistened it in the damp furrow of the blonde girl's throbbing pussy. He teased her for a moment, rubbing the inflated head over her hardened clitoris several times. Slowly he taunted her with the enormity of his prick, bringing agonizing moans of desire from her parted lips.

"Don't tease me, you cock sucker, you bastard! Put it in me! Put it all the way in me! Split me open with the fucking thing, but give it to me!" Her voice rose into a shrill scream as her whole body convulsed up and down on the bed.

With a roar he rocked forward on the balls of his feet. He threw his entire weight and strength into one wild, vicious, skewering thrust that sank his huge, fat cock to the hilt in her fleshy, waiting cunt.

She gasped with delight as the huge dong ground to its full depth inside her yielding sheath. She could feel it far up in her belly as he leaned hard on her upturned butt, sinking the enormous prick as far as it would go in her moist cuntal passage.

Lily thrust her ass up and drew her knees and thighs up and under them. She lowered them against his loins as her long blonde hair flowed like a golden halo over her shoulders and back.

She ground her pelvis back against where he stood. His cock danced in her belly with each driving thrust. "Oh, God... want it, want it. What a marvelous whang between your legs, Loka!"

Her words were like fuel for the raging inferno she had built in his belly. His cock slithered in and out of her nibbling cuntlips with a faster rhythm that built with each stroke. Each deep, skewering thrust impaled her whole cunt on the immense, throbbing shaft of his wet, glistening cock.

He looked down at the union of their two bodies. The dark luster of his long, gleaming cock contrasted sharply with the whiteness of her creamy upturned thighs. The open lips of her hungry pussy like pink ivory as his crotch ground against them.

"Oh, Loka!" she screamed, her voice suddenly far-off, literally leaving the steamy heat of her body. "Oh, give me cock! COCK!"

His savage thrusts continued, again and again. Each delicious stroke buried his pole of meat deep in her throbbing snatch until she was going mad with ecstasy. She writhed continually now, a constant gasping cry escaping her lisping lips. Her eyes rolled wildly in her head as she neared her climax.

This was the time he had been building to, the time he had been waiting for.

"Jesus, don't stop!" she screamed as she felt him pull his huge, wet, shiny cock from the clasping grip of her cunt sheath. "God damn it, don't stop! PUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

Hut he had already pulled out of her quivering cunt.

CHAPTER SIX

Her body was a glistening sheen of sexual perspiration as it throbbed and rolled on the bed. Her voice was a blaring, screaming agony of need as she implored him not to stop, not to quit the joyous agony of blissful impalement.

"Please! PLEASE! I need it! I need more! Give me back your fucking cock! Put your cock back in my cunt! HURRY!"

He had no plans to leave her hanging. His cock was away from the clasping grip of her pussy for only a moment.

Then she moaned greedily as the thick, distended head of his cock again slipped between the pink, ragged lips of her cunt and sank warmly and wetly back into the depths of her belly.

"Oh, yes, yes!" she cried in relief. "Fuck me! Fuck me good, hard, fast!"

In his hand he held the long, thick vibrator. He rocked his groin away from her grinding crotch. Slowly he eased the long rod of his cock from the moist, lubricated sheath of her pulpy cunt. He paused there a moment as if he were resting. Then his finger switched on the vibrator as he placed the device alongside the length of his plunging cock. He rested the base of it between his huge, heavy-hanging balls.

Lily arched nearly off the bed in piercing agony as he rammed the pair, his cock and the vibrator, hard into her cunt. They split the soft pink lips of her pussy painfully as the immense double-headed cock sank far inside her hole.

It was incredible. Unbelievable.

She had never felt anything like it. Nothing any man had ever done to her had felt like the raping she was currently receiving. The sensation was beyond belief. It was as if the giant's cock had suddenly come alive and was vibrating deep in her tortured cunt.

"Oh, God, shit, the fucking thing'l1 kill me! It's ripping my cunt apart!"

Even the giant Loka himself loved the sight of the two shafts fucking so flat and hard into her incredibly stretched pussy. It was like she was fucking two men at the same time. Two huge, gleaming cocks skewered her snatch at the same instant.

His hand held the vibrator against his cock as he pushed them both, sinking them deeply in the lush, wetly sucking tunnel of her cunt. It was fantastic for him as well. The whirring shaft alongside hi8 own prick charged it from its thick base to its fleshy tip.

Slowly, but surely, the young girl's piercing cries grew less anguished as the painful splitting of her cunt hole eased. The pulpy pink walls had stretched to accommodate the immense entry of the two thick shafts. Lily could feel both of them far inside her belly. But even though she felt their force, she could not distinguish between them. It was as though Loka's massive cock had just suddenly doubled its already huge proportions.

God, she thought, how could she ever be satisfied with anything less after this? How could any two ordinary men ever hope to satisfy her desires now that she had experienced this? Then she smiled. She would find a way. She knew that she would always find a way to get her satisfaction in fucking.

Loka held the buzzing shaft of the vibrator tight against his own prick as he screwed into her deeply with the twin rods. Again and again he rammed them both to the hilt in her insatiable hole, spreading the lips of her pussy beyond belief. As he pulled back, the pink flesh was pulled out from the inner part of her cunt. It clung to the shafts of the double-cock almost as if the walls of her clasping pussy were reluctant to release the magnificent pricks that were bringing her such exquisite pain.

"I'm coming! Oh, shit, my pussy's juicing like hell! My cunt's bursting!" She screamed and writhed as though this orgasm were her very first. She rose up, straightening her arms and gathering handfuls of the bed in order to give her body leverage. Then she arched her back and slammed her cunt over the twin cocks like a mad woman under the divine spell of sexual possession.

As she came, the giant tried to hold his own come back. It was impossible. Her come brought on his own, crashing and burning through the tube of his cock. He felt her shiver, sensed the soft, clawing walls of her cunt contract wildly to milk the sperm from his throbbing cock.

He buried it to the balls, submitting to the sensuous feel of the whirring, electrical shaft alongside his own.

Then with one long, gigantic thrust it happened. Thick, rich torrents of heavy, creamy white sperm spurted into her cunt as his huge cock spat its load into her body in long, thick streams. He roared in victory as he felt his cock swell to an even greater size with the force of his great come.

It was too much pain, too much joy for Lily. She closed her eyes and let her mind and body fall into a dark cavern of momentary suspended animation.

When the last shuddering spurt of jism had drained from his great cock, Loka pulled it from her hole. He left the long vibrator inside her pussy, whirring still, just its base extending from the heated, sperm oozing cuntlips, and left the room.

When some of the sexual aftershock had worn off, Lily swam back up from the abyss of darkness to find herself alone in the dim room. She felt the vibrator still in her cunt. She reached down and eased the thick, sperm-covered device from her pussy. Shutting it off, she sank it as far into her mouth as she could and licked all the giant's cum. When it was totally clean, she rose from the bed and slipped it into her coat pocket before she finished dressing.

An hour later she slipped into the bed beside Steven. The clock on the bedside stand said four-thirty. By any standard Lily should have been satiated and completely worn out.

She wasn't. Even though her body was tired, the second she took Steven's flaccid cock into her hand, her cunt tingled with need anew.

She spread her legs and quickly eased the vibrator up her ass until just the ridged end of it still protruded from her bung. Then she turned it on and waited. Soon the wonderful, electrical sensations started to flow through her ass, her pussy, and her body to end in the hard tips of her swollen jugs.

When her desires had again reached a peak, she dropped her head under the sheet. Her mouth closed over his cock and in no time, even in the deepest sleep, Steven's prick hardened to its fullest in her sucking throat.

He came at the same time as she without even waking up. The thick sperm gushed dawn her throat as her own juices flooded her thighs and dripped down to soak the sheets.

Lily fell asleep with the dildo still singing in her asshole and Steven's dripping cock in her mouth.

The first taping went well. The second even better. By the fourth, Lily was a master. She could not only mesmerize the studio audience, but the technicians working the show were as equally caught up in the hypnotizing quality of her presence.

Both the men and the women drooled openly at the lush fullness of her virgin like body in the newly designed gowns. She learned to squeeze and pinch her nipples just before she went in front of the lights so they appeared to pound against the tight, clinging material of the dress like two imps of Satan.

And even while they drooled, they marveled and revered. It was as if she were the original sin that they could experience in their mind just by watching her whirl and move. And then, as they sinned, they also received redemption through her smile, her words, and her touch of blessing on their sweaty foreheads.

There were those who decried her power, those who claimed she was actually the minister of Satan. They said she was really a devil-worshiper in the body of a saint. But still the faithful multiplied and came in droves. They also donated in droves and in great amounts.

By the evening of the fifth taping, the first two shows had been released. Letters, filled with donations, poured in from all over. Many from cities where the programs hadn't even been carried. People had heard about this wondrous girl through friends who had seen the show.

Steven, always beside her in his immaculate white suit, got his share of adoration and mail. But only a fraction of what Lily received.

A huge promotional conglomerate saw what she was destined to become and offered to back her on a revival tour. Willie brought the papers for her to sign.

"What's this?" she asked, scanning the contracts closely.

"Our percentage of the gate take," he replied.

"Fifteen percent?"

"Sure, Lily. Hell, we get all the take from the collection plates."

"Shit," she said. Scratching out the 15 percent and scribbling 40 in its place, she finally signed the papers.

"Lily ... honey," he said, "they'll never go for it.. . never.

"Then tell them to find somebody else to promote," she replied.

"There ain't nobody else," he said. "Right now you're the only game in town."

"That's right," she said, smiling up at him and handing him the papers. "Take the papers back to them, Willie. They'll go for it."

He left, mumbling to himself, and returned in two hours.

"They went for it," he said, total awe on his face when he told her.

Several international news magazines wanted pictorial interviews.

Lily refused.

"But, Lily," Steven implored, backing up Willie's insistent urging. "You're news. It's great exposure. You can't make the media pay to interview you."

"The hell I can't," she insisted. "They charge people for their damn magazines, don't they? They charge for people to advertise in the damn things, don't they? Willie, let 'em know I can be interviewed, but I want a donation to the building fund."

"How much?" Willie asked, his voice loaded with impatience. He winced noticeably at her reply.

"Twenty-five thousand," she said, without batting an eye. "But put it out for bids. The first one to go over that figure gets the interview."

Willie did as she asked, or rather as he was told, and was again amazed by her stupendous gall, her street savvy and her ability to smell out a good deal when it came her way. The interview was eventually granted for thirty-two thousand in cash.

As the weeks went quickly by, approaching the evening of that fifth taping and the first scheduled stop on the revival tour, two problems continued to plague both Willie and Steven-Lily's increased drinking and her incessant demands for more and more sex, sex of a kinky and strange variety.

No matter how they tried to cater to her whims and her desire, it became increasingly more difficult for just the two of them to satisfy her sexual cravings. She had begun to demand much, much more than the two at them could deliver.

It was during that fifth taping, near the end, when Lily starting shouting and ranting her usual message about the body and lust, that Steven, standing beside her, suddenly realized the full impact of the girl's mystical power.

From the moment she hail stepped onto the stage, her body bathed in a halo of light, the audience had been mesmerized. They belonged to her. The rhythms in her voice and the oozing sexual connotations in her body set them boiling. They stomped, and screamed, and shouted their love for her. Both the men and the women in. the audience were like fawning slaves in their belief. They saw in Lily an escape from their own humdrum lives. They saw the kind of salvation they could understand, the kind they instinctively wanted live now, die later.

She had them and she kept them.

Usually, when they were at their peak and pouring their donations into the passing plates, Lily would disappear and Steven would take over. That night they wouldn't let her go. And Lily gave them the excitement they wanted. She turned herself on to the point of total extreme. Her face became even more innocent as she walked the stage, her butt dancing lewdly and provocatively in the tight dress. Her tits swaying with sensual delight, she would turn in such a way that they would almost slap each other and bounce with joy. It nearly became lewd the way she said sin with her body and salvation with her shouting, hypnotizing voice.

In the front, a tall, willowy brunette, expensively dressed and somewhere in her early thirties, appeared to be going into some sort of a catatonic trance. At first Steven thought that it was he who caused it. But as he watched her, he realized that it was not he, but Lily, another woman, who was creating a near sexual frenzy in the woman's body.

Her eyes were riveted on Lily's face. Her breathing was heavy, causing her full tits to rise and fall with the tempo of Lily's words. She had unfastened the top three buttons of her blouse so that her ample jugs bulged in clear view above her bra in the open space.

Each time Lily would look directly at her, the woman's legs would spread farther open, her ass would move about in a rubbing motion over the seat, and her hands would crawl up to knead and squeeze the fleshy fullness of her quivering boobs. She pursed her thick, sensuous lips and tilted her head backward in the seat. Hooding her eyes, she appeared to fade into a trance. It seemed as though she became enveloped in some erotic fantasy that was taking place right in front of five hundred people.

But no one saw her. All eyes were glued on Lily. She roamed up and down the stage, eventually pausing to end her sermon in a flourish directly in front of the woman.

As Lily ended her oration, she handed Steven the microphone and sank to her knees. Lifting her arms to the heavens, she stared down directly at the woman.

During this time the woman's hands had been over her left tit. When their eyes met, she opened her hands to reveal the fact that she had pulled her boob out of the bra. It burst forth, nearly mammoth in size, and well-rounded. Its nipple was huge and the areola covered the entire end of her tit.

Then the studio went black for a moment and Lily was gone.

In the dressing room Steven and Willie were going into convulsions. The collection had been huge. Phil Hastings, the independent network owner, wanted a contract for twenty more shows, and a publisher had just called offering fifty thousand for a ghost-written account of Lily's life.

"Wonderful," Lily said, her voice without any emotion, her eyes planted on a far segment of the wall. "I need a drink."

"Sure, Lily, sure," Willie said, rushing from the room.

"Did you see that broad in the front row?" Steven asked.

"Yeah ... I saw her," Lily replied. "Go get her."

"What?"

"Go out to the lobby and find her!"

"Are you crazy, Lily? The woman's obviously a nut. Besides, you can't do anything with her she's part of the general public. It's just too damn dangerous."

"I said go get her, Steven. It's time you learned to do what you're told.

"What do you want her for, Lily? Jesus; aren't Willie and I enough for you any more?"

"Frankly . . . no, you're not. She's obviously a troubled woman. I'm going to give her a little of Lily's private salvation. Now will you get your ass out there and find her."

Lily had changed into a robe by the time the woman entered her dressing room. She was sobbing hysterically as Lily led her to the day bed and sat her down.

"Oh, my God, Miss Lily," the woman groaned, "can I ever be forgiven? How could I do such a thing? What could have made me do it? Please, please forgive me."

"Just calm down," Lily said, cradling the dark head against her own belly and softly speaking to the woman.

"I don't know what came over me," she said. . "You're troubled," Lily replied, patting the woman's silky hair. "And you're looking for the light in your life. Your body as well as your mind needs that light. You must experience a sin to recognize it. What is your name?"

"Sheila," the woman sobbed, laying her head firmly against the softness of Lily's yielding belly as if she could, by mere proximity, pull strength from the young girl's flesh. "Sheila Carroll."

"Miss Carroll..."

"Mrs. Carroll.. Sheila," the woman said quickly.

"Sheila, don't be afraid," Lily cooed, gently pushing the woman's head down, without her realizing it, until the downy softness of her pussy mound pressed against the woman's cheek through the filmy material. "Talk to me... Tell me."

"I don't know what to tell. . or where to start. My life's a mess. I don't even know who I am any more."

"Money? Is it money?" Lily asked, almost amazing herself as she felt the power and control she was exerting over this woman, fifteen years her senior.

"No. . . I have all the money I could ever need. My husband left me that when he died. Even when I failed him all his life, he still left everything to me when he passed on. That's the problem I guess. I just never made him happy. He was a highly sexual man and I... well, I was always afraid of sex. It always frightened me and I always felt it was so dirty. Then I saw you tonight and something came over me."

"You weren't wrong in what you did. Not really. You should be proud of your body, revel in what it can do for you, in the joy it can give you. I would say that you have a beautiful body."

Lily carefully removed one of her hands from the woman's head and gently pulled on the sash that held her robe together. As the sash fell to the floor she put her hand back on the woman's head and entwined her fingers in her hair.

"And now," the woman droned on, her speech punctuated by occasional sobs, "I'm losing my son as well. I love him so much but he hates me. He can't stand having me around him or even the sight of me near him."

Lily had been slowly and carefully moving and manipulating the woman's head back and forth as she stroked the smooth, shiny hair. At the same time her robe had been slipping open, inch by inch, until, just as the woman mentioned her son, the robe had come completely apart and the soft, golden fleece of Lily's beaver had come in direct contact with the woman's cheek.

Lily had fully intended on turning her face into her cunt and gently encouraging her to lick and suck her pussy, using the same philosophy of sin and redemption she had watched her stepfather use on the young girl so many months before. But she paused as the woman talked about her son, merely holding the cheek against her pussy, and listening. An idea had struck her, an idea to add yet another page to her book of sexual education and experience.

"How old is your son?" Lily asked.

"Oh, he's only fourteen," the woman replied, "but he's a man already-full-grown, intelligent, handsome. He takes all that from his father. But I'm afraid he's independent like me. I want to hold him so much, give him my warmth, love him. But he just won't let me."

Lily continued to rub the soft hair of her pussy mound against the woman's face as she spoke. "You must bare your soul to him and he to you," she intoned.

As she continued speaking, it became a replay of what had happened earlier when the woman was in the audience. She seemed to fall into a type of trance, her eyes glazed, incoherent mumbles floated out of her throat, and her hands roamed up to her full, heaving tits

The temptation was too great. Lily's body had been too far aroused to stop, even though the idea she had conjured included the woman's son. She would save that for later, she decided, and spread her thighs slightly, pushing her cunt forward at the same time. She turned the woman's face full into her pussy.

Gasping in anticipation, Lily rose to the tips of her toes so she could squirm the top of her mound, the cleft of satin skin and curling hair around her clitoris, over the woman's nose. She used the nose like the rubbery tip of a cock, grinding it around and around the smooth skin and over the throbbing, hardening knob of her erect, miniature cock.

"You must give love," Lily said, "in order to receive it."

"Yes... yes," the woman sobbed in agreement. "I see . . . I can see."

Lily could feel the seeping juices start to flow between the opened lips of her cunt. She moved forward a little so the angle of her cunt was almost over the enraptured face. She held the woman's head tightly by her hair and ears and gently soaked her entire face with the hot secretions from her pussy.

"I'll show you," Lily said, "I'll show you, Sheila, how to give love."

She looked down. The woman's face glistened already. It radiated with a glowing sheen from Lily's ministrations. The eyes were closed and the mouth had sagged open in supplication. It was as if she were hypnotized.

Lily gently ran the soaked lips of her pussy across the woman's facial lips, letting her juices seep into her mouth.

"Taste my love, Sheila. Take the juice of my love box into your mouth and swallow. Suck with your lips, your cheeks, your mouth, and take me down your throat!"

The woman's lips started an erratic slurping, sucking action that pushed them into the velvet folds of Lily's cunt and over the knob of her clitoris. Lily could feel her first come building almost at once, as the woman's sucking mouth and lips worked back and forth, in and out, of her excited cuntal ridges.

She reached farther around the woman's head until her hands met and her fingers entwined behind her neck. When her hold was strong and secure, she spread her thighs wider apart and pulled with all her strength.

Sheila's face lifted and slid up between Lily's sticky thighs into the soft, wet muff of the girl's gyrating pussy

Lily moaned, letting her mind float away from her body to absorb all of this pleasure. The moan quickly turned into a hissing sigh of joy as the woman's lips found their way to her already hotly stimulated cuntlips.

"Your tongue. . . give me the love of your tongue, Sheila!" Lily gasped.

With a loud grunt Sheila poured her tongue forth into Lily's seething, juice seeping hole and settled in to steadily suck and slurp the girl's excited snatch.

Lily pulled harder on the captive head, holding it firmly against her twat as she wound her thighs around the woman's head so as not to lose a moment of the delicious sensation.

Her thighs shook and quivered nearly out of control, making it hard for her to maintain her standing, semi crouching position over Sheila's face. The older woman was now warming to her work causing the whole of Lily's cunt to pulse to the point when it would burst into wild, uncontrolled orgasm.

Her throbbing, bouncing asscheeks began to flail crazily back and forth, driving the warmth of her flowering cunt around and over the deftly potent, plunging tongue. It would be soon, she knew, as she rocked back and forth from her heels to her toes, lowering and raising her cunt over the joyful hardness of the cock like tongue that fed on her lust.

Sheila, even in her catatonic delirium, sensed that she was giving, giving of herself. She sucked furiously on Lily's tense clitoris. She felt her face being moistened with the rivers of sticky goo that flowed from the heart of Lily's convulsing cunt.

"I'm coming!" Lily groaned with a high-pitched squeal. "Oh, God, I'm coming!"

Her ass thrashed up and down convulsively as she seemed to float six inches off the floor. Her whole body was bathed in a warm ecstatic flame as her face twisted and contorted like something not quite human. Her voice rose into a shrieking wail of lust as the last spasms of her come washed through her body.

She dropped the woman's head. It lolled back onto the sofa.

"There!" Lily shouted. "You see, Sheila? You came to me and you gave me your love. You can give, Sheila. Now I'll show you how to receive love.

When Lily got no answer from the woman, she looked at the sprawled body between her legs. Long, thin strands of her cunt juice stretched from her sopping labias all the way down to the smiling, sleeping face.

Sheila was a picture of pure contentment.

She had passed completely out.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"I can't do it, Lily!" Willie cried. "I just can't do it. It's too damn dangerous."

"You got the equipment, didn't you?" Lily asked, cradling his head against her naked tit.

At the conclusion of her own come, she had almost gone down on Sheila Carroll and sucked her pussy even though the woman was unconscious. It would have been a strange, perverted thrill to suck the woman into uncontrolled orgasm without her knowledge but, at the last minute, the girl's original idea about the son returned to her, and she decided to wait.

She managed to awaken her and, as Lily had expected, Sheila was full of undying thanks for the realization Lily had given her. Again she broke into uncontrolled sobbing.

Lily quieted her and slowly got the conversation around to her son again. "Sheila, there is a way you can show your son the love you have for him."

"Yes... I'll do anything you say"' the woman replied.

Lily told her to pick up her son and meet at her hotel suite in two hours, no more, no less.

As soon as she left, Lily shouted for Willie.

"But damn it, Lily," he continued, "you can't just go around fucking everybody. I mean you're going to blow the whole deal."

"I'm not going to fuck anybody, Willie. She is. And she's going to pay to do it. I'm telling you she's a perfect mark."

"But what if she squawks?"

"She won't," Lily said, "believe me, she won't." Lily rose and moved towards him. "You set everything up and I'll take care of everything else."

"What equipment?" Steven said.

Lily looked up to see him standing in the open doorway. She delved into his eyes with hers as if to ascertain how long he had been standing there and how much he had heard.

"None of your business, Steven. What do you want?"

"We've got that meeting upstairs with Hastings in five minutes, your highness," he replied caustically.

"How long will it take?" Lily asked.

"An hour... maybe a little more, maybe a little less. Why?"

"That's also none of your business either, Steven. But I'll tell you anyway. I've got an appointment in a couple of hours."

"Who is it this time?" Steven asked, a sneer wrinkling his lips. "A dwarf? A black transsexual? Or that weird broad I just saw leave?"

"Get out!"

"Your pussy's going to ruin you someday, Lily." "Don't talk to her like that, you phony fuck!" Willie said, jumping to his feet and advancing on Steven.

"You take two more steps, you rummy, and I'll make an emergency case out of you," Steven said, planting his feet wide apart and crouching to do battle.

It was obvious to Lily that the bigger man could do just what he said. "Willie!"

He stopped in his tracks like a trained dog, and returned to her side.

"Go upstairs, Steven! I'll be there in a few minutes."

With a contemptuous glance at Willie, the big blond eased himself out the door and closed it behind him with a loud slam.

"I hate that smug son-of-a-bitch," Willie said, clenching and unclenching his fists by his sides.

"Calm down," she said, coming up behind him and moving her body in close to his ass as she circled his waist with her arms. "When the time comes, I'll decide how to get rid of him but now, the important thing is-are you going to do this little job for me tonight?"

She dropped her hands down across his belly, unzipped his fly, and brought his flaccid cock into the open.

"It's easy money, Willie," she urged. "Easy money for you and me, both."

As she spoke, she worked her hand back and forth on his cock. Slowly but surely it grew in her hand, swelling and throbbing almost against his will.

"Lily . . I'm tellin' ya. .

His shirt, in the back, was starting to dampen with perspiration.

"Easy money, Willie," she cooed, feeling the head of his cock start to harden in her hand. "Do you want me, Willie? Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to stick your cock in me? Now?"

He turned to her and moved his body in close to hers, but he continued to shake, his body still as stiff as a board. Lily. . . "he.stammered.

"Do you want my pussy, Willie? My asshole? Where do you want to put your cock, Willie?"

"Oh Jesus, Lily ... Lily, I love you."

"I know you do, Willie," she said, and quickly turned around. She bent over the arm of the sofa and in one quick movement threw her gown up over her hips to expose the naked beauty of her thighs and ass. Between them nestled the golden fleece of her beaver and the wet, pink furrow of her moist cunt.

As Willie looked at the puffy pink flesh of her open gash, his cock bounced and quivered uncontrollably before him. He could almost taste almost smell the heavy, tangy odor of her oozing pussy walls.

"Funk me, Willie! Hurry!" she cried. "I've got to be upstairs soon. Stick your cock up my cunt and put out the fire in my pussy that woman started! No one puts out the fires in my cunt and body like you do, Willie. Pour your meat to me and give me your sweet, delicious cum. Flood me with your fucking cum, Willie! Hurry, I have to go!"

Lily was demurely dressed all in white from her head to her toes when, with a smile of total innocence, and Willie's cum still dripping into the crotch band of her panties, she walked into Phil Hastings' oak-paneled inner sanctum.

Phil Hastings was a Southern gentleman from the old school. He pampered his children, particularly his daugther, to the extremes that both daughter and son looked upon him as a deity and themselves as the prodigals. He revered his wife, placed her on a pedestal, and screwed her only on Saturday nights when he'd always had too much to drink. Even then, he could only bring himself to ball her in the dark.

He was an avid church member, making sure of each and every Sunday attendance, and he frequented whorehouses during the week, the latter only when business dictated that he be one of the "good ole boys?' Which was usually every Tuesday and Thursday night.

He had a prosperous business, owned the building his office was in, and sported two secretaries. They were both nineteen, one year older than his daughter and they had both been his mistress for four years.

"Lily . . .Lily, you were a saint tonight,'" he said. "Sit down . .. sit down."

"Thank you," Lily said demurely, as befitted 'Hastings' image of her, and sat on the very edge of the proffered chair with her hands folded in her lap.

"I think you know everyone here," Hastings continued. "My lawyer, Harry Lyles. My secretary, Clara. And this is my daughter, Connie. She's almost a believer, just from seeing the five tapings."

Lily had just nodded at the first two people; she had seen them often before, particularly Clara. She had hidden in Steven's bathroom one night when the girl had come up to his room and blown him.

The daughter was different. She had been seated across the room in partial darkness. Now she came forward, her hand extended towards Lily.

"I'm overwhelmed to meet you, Ms. Turpin," Connie said. "You're electric when you speak."

"Thank you," Lily said, taking the girl's hand. "And by the way ... I'm Lily."

She was short, like her father, but extremely well-proportioned. The skin of her face was clear and very white, like fine porcelain. It was framed in soft, shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair that fell in neat waves just short of her shoulders. A low-cut blouse made no effort to conceal the generous swell of the two equally white, molded tits rising above the tight front. Her waist was as tiny as her tits were large. It appeared to be cinched to accentuate the fullness of her hips that flowed downward to perfectly tapering legs. The short skirt she wore was so tight that it offered a fun view of the bulge of her pussy mound, where her thighs joined.

When she moved back from Lily, she seated herself in such a way that the skirt rode up to reveal a wealth of full, ample thighs. She smiled at Lily, not bothering to tug it down.

Lily found her very interesting, in more ways than one.

"Let's get down to facts, Lily. Steven tells me you negotiate all your own contracts?"

"That's right."

"This tour. . . you'll need a lot of national exposure ...

"I'm getting it," Lily said, calmly casting her eyes back to Connie's expanse of white thighs between the dress and the chair.

"I can, for the right deal, put you into one hundred and twelve markets, Lily."

"And what deal is that, Mr. Hastings?"

"Two things. One-television exclusive. Two- 20 percent of total revenue." "You," Lily said, "want 20 percent?" He chuckled. "Eighty." "I get the twenty," she said.

"Of the total revenue, Lily," he urged. "The whole ball game. What do you say to that?" He settled comfortably back in his chair, clipped and lighted an expensive cigar, and grinned broadly.

"I think," Lily said, a matching smile of complete innocence on her face and open vacuity in her eyes, "that the deal stinks."

The room fell totally silent with the exception of Connie, Hastings' daughter, whose body erupted in only partially repressed giggles.

"First of all, Mr. Hastings," Lily continued, rising, "I am exclusive only to myself." She crossed to Connie and took her hand. "I'm so happy to meet you, Connie. Perhaps sometime we can get together and talk."

"I would love that," the girl replied.

Lily moved to the door, paused, and turned. "Secondly, Mr. Hastings or as you put it, 'number two'-I want 50 percent of everything, including reruns and subsidiary rights."

She closed the door on Phil Hastings' gaping mouth, and moved into the outer office, Steven caught her at the end of the hall by the elevators.

"Are you crazy?"

"Why?" Lily said, pushing the Down button without bothering to look at him as she spoke.

"Do you realize how powerful he is? I mean, he's got more clout even than Victoria Marsh. He could ruin us right now before we ever get off the ground."

"But he won't," she said.

"He might. He's a stubborn son-of-a-bitch. His theory in business is, if he doesn't get the deal, then nobody get it."

"Then it's up to you to fuck his wife and secretary some more and get him to take the deal."

"It's gone beyond that now. Hell; they don't mean shit to him when it comes down to money."

"Then who does, Steven? Everybody has a weakness."

"Connie, his daughter . .. but. . . oh, no,. Lily, not me. She's his pride and joy. I think he'd kill anybody who messed her up?'

"Then... " Lily said, stepping through the elevator door, "you'll just have to find a way on your own."

"I'm telling you

"BULLSHIT! I'm telling you. Get your ass back in there and settle a deal. . . on my terms. That's your fucking job-or maybe, Steven, you don't want your job any more."

"You're no saint, Lily," he said, shaking his head. "You're Satan."

"And you're no Judas, Steven," she replied. "Even though you'd like to be, you just don't have the guts it takes." He turned away, mumbling to himself, his head still rocking in a palsied manner as he moved. "And Steven?"

"Yeah?" he said, stopping but not turning.

"During the first week of that tour.. .

"Yeah?"

"Invite the girl, Connie, along as my guest."

The elevator door closed with a final, whooshing sound and she was gone.

The son's name was Mark. He was very tall for his age, and gangly, not yet having developed the flesh of muscle to fill out the frame that had grown so fast upward. He stood on first one foot, and then the other, obviously very uncomfortable in the company of two older and beautiful women.

Lily smiled to herself, seeing them together for the first time. They would someday make a lovely couple together.

She felt a sudden, urging tug in her own belly, wishing she had taken advantage of Sheila in her dressing room after all when she saw the woman for the second time that night. Sheila had done exactly as Lily told her. She had added to her natural beauty and youth by wearing provocative clothing and appliing just the right amount of make-up to her fine-featured face.

Sheila was truly beautiful standing in the open doorway with Mark behind her. She was a big woman, tall and statuesque without being heavy. Her wealth of dark hair was piled on her head and held together with a jeweled barrette. She was even fuller-breasted and broader-hipped than Lily had remembered.

She wore a printed red and blue lounging gown.

Her lips were crimson, full and deliciously pouting. Now that she had totally made up her mind concerning what she was about to do, her eyes, her lips, and her whole face mirrored a well of incredible passion that was immensely apparent.

"Come in," Lily urged. "You needn't spend the night in the hall, Mark." She smiled him into the roam with her eyes. "Come on in. I won't bite you.., at least not right away."

He blushed, shuffled into the room and mumbled a hello.

Lily had dressed as a young girl, in an extremely tight and low-cut sweater and a short skirt. She knew the boy could see down the front of her sweater to the semicircles of her areola tops and even her nipples. The light in the room was just right to accentuate the tantalizingly clinging quality of her clothing to her slender waist and gently rounded ass. From the, soft mound of her cunt, down through the long, tapering legs beneath the short skirt, Lily seemed to exude an overpowering aura of sex that had its effect on the young man the second he entered the room. He only had eyes for her body, and already a bulge, just from seeing her, had started to expand in the tight jeans he wore.

"Come, Mark, sit beside me here on the sofa. Sheila, will you fix us same drinks? There's a sideboard in the kitchen."

"I don't believe in no religion," he said, putting himself at once on the defensive.

Lily leaned forward to give him an even better and fuller view of the huge swell of her boobs as they swayed outward from her chest, filling even farther the material of the sweater.

"Not even the religion of love, Mark?" she asked. "Don't you have any girl friends? Don't you have desires that want and need to be fulfilled?"

As she talked, her words had the same soothing, almost hypnotizing effect on the son as they had had earlier on the mother.

"Yeah ... sure I got girl friends."

"Do they look like me, Mark? Are their breasts as large and full and sweet as mine?"

He was shocked by her words, but he tried to cover it with bluster, wanting this beautiful young, strange girl to think of him as a man of the world rather than a boy.

"Do they, Mark? Do your girl friends have tits like mine?" she urged.

"Uh...no...uh...that ain't no way for a religious woman to talk," he stammered.

"It depends," Lily cooed, "on the woman, and on the religion. It can be good, Mark. It can be wonderful. Would you like to touch my breasts, Mark. Touch and feel and taste my breasts?"

"You mean. . . you. . you'd let me?"

"Of course."

Tentatively he reached for her with a trembling, shaking hand. She took it and placed it on her tit with hers. She moved his palm around and around the full globe until the nipple rose to push against his skin. When the desire in his mind had been concentrated on her tit and some of his fear had dissipated, Lily moved his hand to her other boob and did the same thing. At the same time she dropped her own hand to the inner part of his thigh.

"Now, Mark," she said, "squeeze them knead them hard.. . like this." She applied pressure with her own hand, leading him to do the same to her jugs. "This is part of love, Mark. Part of the most exciting experience you will or can ever have. It leads to fucking, Mark, the giving and receiving of love. The greatest thing you can do. Would you like to do that inside my sweater?" -

"You... you mean on your bare skin?"

"0f course."

"But..." he gulped, struggling to free the words, "what if my mother comes in?" "It's all right. She has discovered the value of love. Your mother is beautiful, don't you think? Her breasts are full and beautiful like mine." Yah .. I guess so."

As she spoke, Lily pulled her sweater up and over her head. Then she unhooked her bra and slid it from her shoulders. He gasped and nearly fainted when he saw the twin, heavy globes of her gigantic, womanly tits burst into his view.

Without her urging, he cupped and lifted them gingerly and gleefully in his hands. She lowered her eyes and saw his cock bulging in the tight crotch of his pants.

"Your mother's breasts are like mine, Mar- warm, and full, and giving."

"They . . . they are?" he said.

She ran her hand over his cock through the material of his pants. He gasped and began furiously squeezing and kneading the soft mountains of her heavy, tantalizing jugs as the nipples seemed to leap into his sweating palms.

"Have you ever touched a woman's pussy, Mark?" "Yes.., once. Our maid let me, one time." "Did you like it?" "Yes . . . oh, yes, I did."

"Would you like to touch a pussy, Mark? Would you like to feel the soft lips of a woman's pussy in your hands?"

"Oh, God!" he cried.

At that, precise moment Sheila re-entered the room and walked directly to them. In this lusting state Mark was too far gone to be embarrassed at having his mother see what he was doing with Lily. He merely rolled his head up to his mother and saw in her body and face, an older, more mature duplicate of what his hands were touching and loving.

"You're beautiful, Mother," he gasped, his mouth hanging open in supplication.

"Oh how I love you, Mark," Sheila said. "I truly love you and Lily has shown me just how I can prove it to you."

"Put the tray down there, Sheila," Lily said, moving closer to the boy and pulling his moaning face down into the deep cleft between her knockers. "That's it... now come here ... move closer to us. Yes. . . now, Mark, give me your hand."

Lily took the boy's proffered hand and placed the palm and fingers flat on Sheila's belly.

"Isn't it soft under your hand there, Mark?"

"Yes . . . yes," the boy said, wallowing his face between Lily's full tits and thrilling to the soft satin beneath his hand.

Lily ran his hand downward until it covered the spongy mound of pussy hair over his mother's cunt. "Touch it," Lily urged, "pat it. Push against her pussy!"

"Do you like to touch my pussy, Mark?" Sheila said.

His only answer was a soft groan as he applied more pressure with his hand and fingers and pushed a little of the satiny material up into his mother's gash along with his thumb.

"Take your clothes off, Sheila. Your body is so beautiful, we want to see it. We want to see your cunt and your tits without any covering. Don't we, Mark, don't we crave to see your mother naked?"

"Oh, God, yes! Be naked for me, Mother!" he cried.

Sheila drew the ties beneath her tits at the front of her gown. The material separated under the pressure of her surging jugs. She yanked the top down over her body and stepped out of it. Her large boobs were even more impressive at close range. Again Lily's mouth watered. She wanted to suck on those huge tits herself, but she disciplined herself, knowing that more than her desires were at stake.

The brunette stood before them, naked, save for a pair of sheer black panties. She curled her fingers around the elastic at the top and, with one violent tug, ripped them from her lush body.

"Talk to him, Sheila," Lily commanded.

"What?"

"Talk to him. Tell him what you want. Tell him how you want it!"

The woman's face lit up, her smile radiating the fact that she knew exactly what she did want from her son. She began to speak, her hands roving wantonly over her body at the same time.

"I want your cock, Mark. I want all of it."

"More, Sheila, more," Lily said. "Can't you, see how he loves you, wants you?"

"I want to suck it and feel the cream from your balls go down, deep down inside my throat."

"What else, Sheila?" Lily said, her voice rising with the intensity of the moment as if she were delivering a sermon.

"I want to fuck you, Mark!" Sheila cried. "I want to feel my son's wonderful young cock deep up my cunt, in my belly."

Lily again looked down at Mark's cock. It was throbbing in his pants and his whole body was shaking with lust.

Sheila moved to him, holding her tits before her like two purple-tipped globes. She bunched them together with her hands so the huge nipples stood out like two domes. She buried her son's head in their softness and twisted her chest from side to side in order to give him the full effect of the tremendous size and weight of her boobs.

"Swallow them, Mark!" she cried. "Swallow my tits and suck them like you did when you were a baby!"

She pushed one into his mouth, squeezing it out to flatten across his face. He responded by sucking loudly on her offering. She settled into the sofa beside him snuggling even closer as his mouth wetted the whole of one thrusting jug.

Lily eased away from them, sure now of the conclusion to what she had started. She could see Sheila's pussy hotly secreting juice as her butt squirmed ever so slightly on the sofa.

"Mark," Sheila whispered, oblivious now to everything else, sight or sound, in the room. 'Oh, Mark, I love you so very much." She spread her thighs and worked her legs over and around one of his. "I love you, I love you desperately," she said pantingly, her eyes half-lidded and probing sensually into his. "I want to prove that to you in the best possible way."

She took his hand lower, sliding it under her naked thigh, around and over her belly, and placed it on her cunt.

The teen-age youth gasped, and he twisted beside her. He stared down at his mother beside him. Her bare tits sent fiery needles through his whole body now, and the sweat on his forehead increased. His brain started to spin. He didn't understand, couldn't fathom in that moment what was happening to him.

Her son's hand made Sheila shiver with delight as she held it pressed over her trembling cunt. "Oh, my son, your hand feels so good on my pussy. I like you to touch me there, like that. I love it."

She began to revolve her cunt over his hand. The palm rolled her rigid clitoris in tantalizing little circles that made her breath come faster and faster from her mouth. Her entire body started trembling in a frenzy of desire.

The boy's stomach became a pit of fire, with the feel of his mother's naked flesh. His cook was jerking and trembling in his pants.

Suddenly the realization of his act hit the boy. "NO!" he screamed. "No .. . no, this is wrong! My God, no! I've got a hard-on, and it's the feel of my own mother's cunt, her body, her titties that's giving it to me!"

"Mark, darling," Sheila shouted, "don't stop loving me! I want you to love me. Kiss me! Hurry, kiss me right now."

He was lost. There was no other world for the teen-age youth now except that tiny area of existence in her body. There was nothing at all except his mother's cunt rubbing his hand, her own son's hand. He sensed nothing but his face across her naked, throbbing tits and her begging him to kiss her, kiss her not like a son but like a lover.

Sheila's sensually hooded eyes came closer to his. She brought her mouth over his. Her lips opened wide and moved over his. Fiery passion seethed through the boy at the contact of his mother's soft, wetly nibbling mouth on his own. He began to tremble; her cunt under his hand became like a burning mound. Then her hard, wet tongue was flashing into his mouth, meeting with his, swirling madly.

The boy's cock was fully erect now, pulsing with desire. His balls ached at the contact of his mother's body with his, her mouth with his. Her hand went down onto his knee, making him jerk with further jolts of pleasure. Then she drew her hand higher, higher, moving it along his thigh as her tongue and mouth worked wildly on his own. Her body strained hard against his.

Sheila was consumed with raging desire now. Lily could see her plan working as she moved farther away from the couple on the sofa; she paused again to watch and make sure, at the door of the bedroom.

Sheila's hands were flying. They stroked the youth's legs they shoved his head into her boobs and back to her mound. She moaned deep in her throat as she whirled his saliva with hers in both their mouths.

The boy was lost in the enchantment of his mother and her sweet, soft, hot flesh. His love for her was suddenly as strong as any man's for any woman's. At that moment he couldn't deny the driving emotions, the all-consuming fire that spiraled hotly through his flesh. His arms tightened convulsively around his mother.

"I want you," he sighed.

"Say it! SAY IT, MARK!" Lily cried from across the room.

"I want to fuck you, Mother!" he shouted. "I WANT TO STICK MY COCK IN YOUR CUNT!"

CHAPTER EIGHT

Their bodies now rolled convulsively together on the large sofa. The son's hands roamed at will over his mother's softly yielding, resilient flesh. He held her tightly to him, his hand again finding the pressed globe of her boob. He pinched the hard, erect nipples into greater life, hotter arousal. He fused his tongue with hers in a wild, hot kiss that burned with lusting desire.

The mother's eager, searching hand moved all the way up his thigh, found the aching cock-bulge between his legs, and began to move over it with gentle, yet demanding caresses.

The touch of her fingers on his hardened dick brought a nervous trembling to the boy's body. Agonized, animalistic groans of need and pleasure erupted from deep in the core of his young body.

"Oh, Mark," she sighed, "you're big. You're as big and hard as I knew you would be. Oh, how I've dreamed of this day, of loving you, of touching and fondling your hard cock." Wildly she stroked his dick and nuts through the restraining material. "Does it feel good when I do that?" she asked, squeezing the bloated cockhead with thumb and forefinger.

"Yes... Yeah!" he cried. "It feels like... like nothing I've ever felt before. It's wonderful, Mother. Don't stop, don't ever stop."

"Ohhh, Mark, I want you, I love you. I have to have you. I have to kiss that wonderful cock I used to wash and touch when you were a baby."

Sheila's questing fingers located the zipper on her son's fly, and began to draw it down. She broke the kiss she had started then, and nuzzled his cheek, his neck. She reveled in his gasping as the air of the room struck his naked prick.

"Oh, Jesus, sweet Jesus!" he wailed.

"Let me take it out, Mark. Let me take it out and hold it in my hand."

"If. . . if you want to. Oh, shit, do what you want to. It feels sooo good," he moaned.

"Mark, my darling Mark. I love you. I want you. . . I want and need your cock."

"I want you, too," he moaned.

"You love me, too, don't you, darling? You want to love me all the way like I love you, don't you? Say you do, Mark. Let me take your cock out and hold it in my loving hands."

There was no resistance left in the teen-ager. Never had his body been so hot, so filled with desire.

"Yes, I want you. Yes, yes, yes, I want you, Mother!" His mind and body screamed for her touch. "Yes, Mom, yes. I love you, Mom. Take it out! Take my cock out!"

Sheila's fingers drew the zipper all the way down. Then she went to his belt. He continued to massage her jugs and shower hot kisses into her soft hair and neck as she unfastened his belt, opened his pants and pulled them from his body. Then her deft, long nailed fingers slipped inside the waistband of his shorts, pulled them down and away from his hard young cock, and dropped them to the floor.

He nearly sobbed in gee as he lifted his ass to help her.

Across the room Lily grew hot at the spectacle of the woman's wanton seduction of her own son. It was a whole new aura of sex opening up for her incest. In her mind she wished her own mother were still alive so she could go down on her the way Sheila had gone down on her own cunt earlier that evening.

Her boobs and torso, naked from the waist up, gleamed with the sheen of perspiration. It was all she could do not to join in with the two writhing bodies. Again, exercising all the control she could muster, she quickly tore at the remainder of her clothes until she, too, was completely naked, far across the room in the near-darkness.

She sat down in a wide overstuffed chair, balled her fist between her thighs and rammed it as far as she could reach up her cunt. When the swelling sensation of a full pussy vibrated through her body, she pulled upward until her wrist was against her clitoris, and settled back to watch.

Never had anything felt so good to Mark as the soft warm smoothness of his mother's hand wrapped so lovingly around his naked hard-on. Wave after wave of desire swept through his body. He moaned aloud in ecstasy. His body thrashed around in mindless arousal. He was past all caring about anything but the delights that surged through his tortured flesh.

Sheila transferred his rock-hard, bobbing prick to her left hand. She used the right to caress the soft underbelly of his rod with her long nails. Up and down she went. Then they dipped lower, located his sperm-bloated young balls and began to softly caress them.

Her passionate eyes stared down lovingly at the huge, palpitating shaft of her son's cock. She was actually holding it in her hand. Fiery desire gorged her body. The quivering head of his prick glistened wetly from tiny droplets of pre-cum seeping from the slit. As she stroked it, the tiny eye in the knob seemed to invite her, urge her to take his prick into her hot, wanting mouth.

The mother panted with hot excitement as she moved her head downward. Slowly, lower and lower it went, until her face was only an inch above the jutting head of her son's fully erect young cock. She opened her mouth and licked her lips, allowing the tip of her tongue to almost touch the oozing head of his cock.

Mark opened his eyes and saw his mother's beautiful face nearly engulfing his prick. The rigid shaft leaped in anticipation.

"Mark... oh, Mark," she sighed.

"Suck it... SUCK IT!" he yelled, and shoved upward with his hips.

She dipped her head the final inch forward as her heart threatened to burst from her chest. Her thighs were wet with the juices of her seeping pussy. She truly wanted his cock in her cunt, but now her mouth watered for it and she couldn't resist.

Her tongue gently massaged the rubbery tip of his cockhead. She tasted the bittersweet tang of his pre-cum.

"Yes!" she cried, in total bliss. "Yes, this is what I've wanted to do all along. Oh, it tastes so good. Your cock tastes so fucking good!"

She swirled her tongue around and around the tiny cum-slit, lapping up all the juice she found there.

He groaned a reply, his fingers convulsing tightly in her dark hair as the electric shock of her moist, hot tongue on his knob threatened to bring his balls to instant explosion. He thrust upward, again and again, urging her with his hips to take all his dick into her sweet, sucking mouth.

With a long, wild wail, his mother opened her mouth wider to accept the entire knob inside her cheeks. She moved her tongue in faster and faster strokes around the ridge of meat. Holding the root between her fingers with one hand, she used the nails of the other to maddeningly tickle his virgin balls.

"Oh, yes, Mom, darling, yessss!" he wailed in abandoned delight as he tugged and pulled on her head with his hands. She settled into a rhythm, sucking up and down the turgid shaft. With each stroke she took more and more of his cock into her hot mouth. Her tongue worked demonically on the head and shaft each time her face lifted from his skewering tool.

With the hot tip of her tongue, she parted the tip of his fiery rod, widening it so that more juice could flow out into her mouth. This newfound sensation made Mark jerk his hips upward off the sofa and drive his cock deeper and harder against the roof of her sucking mouth. He was nearly screaming in sweet bliss now as he squeezed and tore at his mother's heaving, sweating jugs. His nuts ached with the urgent need for release.

She was using her lovely face to suck with all the lust and power in her body now. Her mind was completely lost, caught up in the animal like act of the blow job. She reveled in the pungent taste of her son's cock as his butt twisted and rolled in an agony of lust.

She nibbled at his slick, pounding cock-meat with her even teeth. She sipped at the knob with her lips and tongue, wanting him to come wanting to taste his hotly flowing young sperm as it filled her mouth to overflowing.

Her own cunt ached with increased tension as she ground her thighs together, trying to build her come to match his when it finally arrived. She wanted them both to come together, as lovers.

Faster and faster she sucked at his cock, more wildly, her own hips churning madly as she strained her head harder down into his lap. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, blanking everything from her mind but his rampaging prick. Her head bobbed up and down with frenzied speed. At last she was able to take all of his cock into her hot, wet mouth. The throbbing luck-stick thumped against the far reaches of her throat and sent her into further spirals of joy.

Her lips and her nose were pressed against the wiry bristles of her son's crotch hair on the down stroke of her head. She reveled in the masculine aroma of his young genitals as it wafted into her nostrils, urging her on to even greater speed.

"I've got to come ... I want to come," he chanted above her. "I want to come in your mouth."

And then, without any further warning, he was there. He was coming.

He jammed his hips upward, burying his cock deep in his mother's clasping throat. She moaned with joy as the first, hot spurts of jism shot from the pulsing hole in his' hotly flaring cockhead. His sperm inundated her throat and sucking mouth. It was geysering madly up from his jerking dick to sweetly soak her waiting mouth.

Her throat tightened and untightened as torrent after torrent of his burning fuck juice gushed forth. She swallowed desperately to keep from choking on the hot jizz. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed again as the spunk streamed like a miniature river down into her belly.

Sheila's own orgasm, brought on by the powerful friction she had been applying to her cunt with her thighs, struck. Wild, rapturous release surged through her as she sucked ever harder on her son's cock.

She gurgled and squealed around the spurting rod, still swallowing his never-ending flow of young sperm. She reached a height so dizzying, a pinnacle of pleasure so great, that her senses threatened to leave her.

Finally, she lifted her head from her son's deflating cock. Slowly, she let his tool slide wetly from between her lips. It left, trailing a thin band of cum between her mouth and his receding cockhead.

Mark leaned back against the sofa, unable to think, unable to do anything after experiencing such total bliss.

Sheila leaned over and kissed him with her sperm-glistening lips. She hugged him fiercely and whispered, "Mark, I love you so much. My darling, I wanted to make you happy and to make you love me. Did I? Please tell me that I was able to satisfy you.

"It was wonderful. . . beautiful," he sighed, returning her kiss and licking the remnants of his own jizz from her lips and chin. "I've never felt anything like it. I don't want to ever stop loving you again, Mother, ever."

"And I you," Sheila sighed, wrapping her arms tightly around her offspring.

"Did you. . were ....... ?" He didn't know quite how to say it now that the raw edge of lust in his body had been executed.

"Did I come, too?" she asked, easing innocence of his awkward youth.

"Yes,!' he replied.

"A little," she replied.

"Do. do you want to come some more... with me?" he asked.

"Yes ... oh, yes, lots more," she said.

"Of course she does," said Lily, emerging from the dark corner of the room, "and so do I."

Mark's cock jumped, rising again to an instant hard-on as he saw the blonde beauty's raw body come into the light. "you mean," he gasped, "you want to come with us?"

"Yes, Mark," Lily said, "I've been fucking my own cunt over there all this time watching you. Now I want to join you. I want some of your love, some of your cock, myself."

Before another word could be said, in either acceptance or rejection from either mother or son, Lily was beside him on the sofa. Her searching hands were all over the young man's body. She probed and explored every inch of his youthful firmness as she wiggled her naked body between his thighs.

"What are you going to do, Lily?" Sheila asked, standing by the sofa.

"I'm going to fuck him, Sheila. I'm going to take your son's pretty cock up into my cunt. But don't worry ... I wouldn't leave you out. I want to taste and suck your cunt, Sheila. As soon as I have him, I'll take you.. . at the same time."

His cock had settled between her firm thighs. She squeezed him between her legs and pushed him up slightly from her body. Her hands went quickly down between them. With one she grasped the hardness of his prick and, with the other, she caressed the warm, furry curve of her hot gash. Then, with two fingers of each hand, she pulled apart the soft, hair-lined lips of her pussy. Wider and wider she opened the pink furrow so that the throbbing head of his cock could press against the sensitive flesh seated between her pulpy labias.

Lily wriggled forward just a bit and then reclosed her thighs. A soft moan came from her lips as the full length of his hardened prick nestled against her needing, wanting cunt. The young boy was amazed at the strength of Lily's legs. Her thighs squeezed him so tightly he couldn't have escaped even if he had wanted to. His body quivered in anticipation as he imagined those powerful legs wrapped around his waist as he rammed his cock clear up into her clinging cunt.

"You feel good like this, Mark. So good, so hard, and so naked." As Lily spoke, she pushed her crotch up against his, grinding the soft, silky triangle of her beaver against his belly and his quivering cockhead. "Now, Sheila... now! Climb up on me. Sit on my face. Give me your cunt!"

Like a zombie the older woman obeyed. She straddled Lily's lovely face and lowered her cunt directly down over the girl's mouth. At once Lily's hard tongue drove into the woman's swollen gash, sucking and swallowing the juices as they rushed from the opened hole.

Watching the beautiful young girl suck on his mother's cunt drove the boy into an instant frenzy of wild desire. With his hand he moved his cockhead up and down the seething silt of Lily's pussy. The pulsing female cuntlips seemed to draw the bulbous head of his cock like a magnet, licking and sampling the hard knob.

"Yes! Give me your cock, give it all to me!" Lily gasped: "I've got to have you. Put your young, hard cock in my cunt, lover!" Lily's legs were flapping wildly in the air behind Sheila's hunching body. "And you, Sheila," Lily said, looking up into the brunette's contorted face, "smother my face with your cunt!"

Mark guided his aching cock to the soaking entrance of Lily's cunt. He snapped his hips towards her upraised crotch with all his strength. His cock rammed home in a driving thrust that sliced like a spear into the soft, yielding walls of her own cunt. He shoved all of his huge, hardened shaft deep along the wet, hot walls of her tight cunt. He heard her cry out in the throes of ecstasy as his mother jammed her pussy down over her face.

"Ohhhh, shit! Oh, fuck my mouth ... fuck my cunt! That's it, Mark, baby, fuck your cock into me while your mother gives me all her juices!"

Her hips flew up to meet his thrusts. His balls smacked solidly against the upturned cheeks of her fleshy butt. Deeper and deeper he drove his shaft into her seeping hole. He felt the muscles along the walls of her cunt tickle and feed hungrily on his cock. Back and forth his hips flew, humping his cock in harder and faster.

He drew his young, blood-engorged cock nearly out of her moist, tight sheath then plunged back into her twat again until his balls beat a rhythmic tattoo on her asshole. The pressure mounted and mounted in his nuts and his head burned with lust at the delicious manipulation of her talented cunt on his cock.

At the same time Mark's mother was being driven out of her mind by the talented tongue that reamed the far reaches of her pussy. The older woman screamed in rapturous delight as she locked her hands around Lily's head, much the same as the girl had done to her earlier, and pulled the young girl's face into her exploding cunt.

Suddenly Sheila could feel the juices flowing from her wide-spread pussy like a ruptured dike. They flowed along her thighs and between the flexing cheeks of her ass to bathe Lily's face below her. Tears welled from her eyes as she felt the first of many tiny, trembling orgasms rack her contracting cunt.

From behind her the mother felt her son's arms up around her body. His hands cupped and fondled her jugs while he shook the bed violently with the force and fury of his lunges into Lily's writhing cunt.

Lily was delirious with the giving and getting of such exquisite pleasure. She spread her thighs wide and eagerly pummeled her pussy like a velvet glove up over his cock. She rocked her head from side to side between the brunette's thighs in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy. She fastened her mouth, wet with the woman's cum, against her pussy. Her tongue jabbed into the wet, pulpy mass of Sheila's snatch and scooped wildly at the sticky juices it found there. She sucked and sucked at Sheila's twat, trying to milk it as her own pussy milked Mark's burgeoning cock.

The boy grabbed Lily's ankles and brought her legs up to fasten them, from behind, around his mother's waist. The young girl's yielding ass was then even higher and her cunt wider to receive the full force of his thundering prick, deep into her belly.

"I ... I think I'm gonna came now!" the boy said, his voice a high, thin wail.

Lily gurgled her agreement and her encouragement around the mouth-filling hair and pulpy folds of Sheila's pussy as the older-woman's body started subsiding from her lengthy come. Lily was almost there herself.

"Oh, God, what a pussy! What a beautiful cunt!" Mark screamed as he increased his pace, fucking deeper and deeper into the blonde ringed, pink furrow of Lily's sweet pussy.

Sheila, her passion released, had been all but forgotten by the other two. She rolled from Lily's face and lay beside their heaving bodies, mesmerized by the torrents of heated passion arising from her young son and this strange girl, as the two lunged and raged their desire against each other.

Lily writhed nakedly, like a demon possessed, under her young lover. She ground her cunt up over his cock with incredible fury, her legs twitching, her toes curling as she Lurched her legs wide.

Mark pounded deeper still, pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting them back hard against her heaving tits until her head was framed between them. Her young, heated crotch was now higher and wider than ever, more open to the ever increasing power of his rapid, raging plunges.

Lily could clearly see the imposing beauty of his rooting tool. Her cunt suddenly twitched in a racking pre-cum that loosed a scream from her lips. "I'm cumn', baby!" she shouted. "Pour it to me! Don't stop honey! Give me all your lovin' cock! I'm gonna come like hell-like all hell. Come with me, honey. Pour your fuck juice in me when I come!"

Lily's voice was a piercing shriek as she felt her orgasm strike her cunt and belly like a fist. She felt the elastic walls of her cunt contract with glee around his cock and begin to gush sticky fluid over it.

Her breath was hot against his face as it came in short, gasping rasps. His body went as rigid as a board as his climax suddenly struck. His cockhead erupted with burning fire. The sudden joy of orgasm made his whole body shake and tremble. His juice, creamy and thick, spurted from the hole in his cockhead to burn its way deep into Lily's violently quivering cunt.

Her belly quaked with the unleashed pool of heated sperm his throbbing cock was emptying into her twat. Their sex juices mixed together and flowed out around his cock to melt their pubic hair together and form rivers of cum that bathed their joined crotches.

As the last shudders of her orgasm subsided, Lily rolled her head to the side and stared directly into Sheila's saucer like eyes. "Now that was a fuck," she smiled. Lily writhed her body from beneath that of the stunned boy and stood. "Jesus, I'll get some towels," she said, moving away, "before we all drown."

She walked to the bedroom door, opened it slightly and eased her body through the crack. "Did you get it all, Willie?" she asked.

"Yeah . . . god damn it," he replied from his perch on a table behind the door. Before him was a portable, closed-circuit television console, a camera, and a monitor. The camera was mounted high and set to track through the transom above the door into the living room where the wild, incestual orgy had just taken place.

"What's the matter?" Lily asked.

"Nothing. I said I got it, god damn it," he replied, keeping his eyes away from hers as if all his concentration were on the series of dials in front of him.

"Well, put it up on the monitor and let me see it then," Lily said, her voice matching the harshness in his.

He did as she directed, and ran the videotape in playback through the monitor. She, chuckled and. commented as the wild sex play between the mother and son unfolded before her eyes a second time. When she herself came into the picture, Lily told him to stop it.

"Okay ... that's enough.. Erase it from where I come in, and then re-cue it and jack it into the big set in the living room."

"I thought you said you weren't going to join in," Willie said, almost as if it had been an afterthought in his mind.

Oh, shit, she thought, here we go again with his fucking jealousy. She started to snap back at him, thought better of it, and modulated her voice to a tone of cool crispness with a touch of promise thrown in.

"Willie, honey, I just got hot. My pussy was burning up and I wanted to taste her cunt a little. You can't blame your Lily for that, can you?"

"You said you wouldn't mess around in front of me ... ever. You promised me that," Willie said, pouting anger in his face and voice.

"Don't worry, honey," Lily said. "There'll be a lot of Lily left for you after they leave."

"Maybe I don't want it ... "he mumbled.

She blew.

"Damn it, you don't own me, Willie! I own you and I'll fuck who I please when I please. Now do as you're told and we'll be all right. Don't, and you'll be one sorry son-of-a-bitch. Now cue that fucking tape up! I'm tired of your shit."

Her face a mask of determination, she gathered an armload of towels and returned to the living room.

"Mark, why don't you go on down to the car? I have to talk over something with your mother for a moment. . alone."

The boy, moving in an euphoric, dreamlike trance, walked to the door and excited.

Lily turned to Sheila Carroll.

"Well.. . didn't I tell you there was a way to settle all your problems?"

"Yes.. . yes, you did, Lily. I'll be thankful to you for the rest of my life. You're a saint, Lily. Is. . .is there anything I can ever do to repay you for all of this?"

"Well, Sheila, perhaps a donation... You could just make a check out to me, personally. I'll see that it's put to a good use."

"Of course," the woman replied, scrambling in her purse for pen and checkbook before Lily finished speaking. In seconds she tore the paper from the book and handed it to the younger woman with misty tears in her eyes and a wide smile of gratitude on her face. "Here, Lily, I hope the amount tells you how much I appreciate what you've done."

"Not really," Lily said, taking the check and examining it carefully.

"It's not too much believe me," the woman said.

"I know it," Lily replied, bringing her eyes to a level stare with Sheila's. "Fifteen hundred is a drop in the bucket, Sheila. I was thinking more along the lines of fifteen thousand."

"Fit.." The woman's eyes popped open and her jaw dropped in amazement. The longer she stared at Lily's unwavering gaze and limp smile the mare she realized the girl's meaning. "Blackmail ... that's it, isn't it? You think you're going to blackmail me?"

"Think?" Lily said. "I know, Sheila. And I wouldn't call it blackmail. I would rather call it payment for a service rendered."

"It's blackmail."

"Write the check!" Lily said.

"I won't."

"Willie... Sorry there's no popcorn, Sheila. But here's a feature that can be enjoyed over and over again in some of the best homes in town. I'm thinking of calling it Mother Love."

Sheila wrote the check.

CHAPTER NINE

Even with fifty thousand people in the huge stadium there was an aura of silent calm before a storm as Lily made her way towards the stage. She wasn't quite to the top step when pandemonium broke out.

The faithful went wild and Lily held her arms high in acknowledgement. She smiled at the crowd, but the smile was one of inner satisfaction. Willie had done his work well. If she wanted, Lily could practically retire from the proceeds of just this one night. The place was bulging at the seams with people who wanted nothing more than her blessing, her words of wisdom and, of course, a look at her figure in her now-famous gowns.

"Religion sells better than sex," a magazine had written, "but the two of them together is dynamite-all in the person of Lily Turpin."

And she looked all of what had been said about her, both good and bad. She wore no underwear, and the long, flowing white gown clung to her skin, leaving none of her exquisite body to the imagination. It hugged the rounded swells of her huge tits and emphasized their perfection along with the dark, pointy bulges of her heavy nipples. Her blonde hair cascaded in swirling waves around her beautiful face, giving her an other-worldly, angelic appearance.

Her sermon was on the joys of the flesh, and they loved it. Naked lust and naked adoration shone on their faces and in their eyes as they followed every movement of her exquisite body and listened, rapturously, to every word she uttered.

"Sinning is part of living!" she shouted, starting the wild speech that would wind down toward the conclusion and the call for donations. "To sin is to live now, it's a part of living, of everyday life. Don't be afraid to sin, but don't be afraid to repent and don't be afraid of being forgiven. For I.. . yes, I said I will forgive you."

As she blatantly used the majestic, imperial "I", setting herself up as the grand forgiver, she glanced out the corner of her eye and saw the expected wince of pain on Steven's face.

That was why she had done it-to cause him further anguish and make his job, as keeper of her image, that much harder.

As far as Lily was concerned, Steven had served his purpose. It was time she disposed of him. She had given up fucking him altogether. This had rankled him into several wild tirades that came close to physical violence. But, always, Lily had won.

The last two evenings, however had been the clincher. She had demanded that he act the pimp for her with a young couple and a father and son she had spotted in the crowd. When he refused, she threatened to ruin him for good and dump him without a penny.

"You can't get rid of me, Lily," he retorted. "I know too much. I know where all the bones are buried."

"I can't, huh?" she had said. "We'll see about that, you bastard."

And tonight, she thought, standing there in the lights with him beside her, would be the night that she did just that.

"Okay, flunky," she said, turning and whispering to Steven in passing, "I got 'em ready. Now you can pick up the loot."

With the help of a police escort, she made her way back to the private trailer that served as a traveling dressing roam.

"Telephone, Lily," Willie said, when she was safely away from the crowd, inside the trailer. "You idiot. I told you, no calls." "Damn it, Lily, it's Virginia Marsh." "I don't give a shit if it's God."

"Lily," Willie replied, almost pleading, "you don't give shit to people like Virginia Marsh. You'd better talk to her."

"All right.. . all right," she said, taking the receiver from him and covering it with her hand. "Is everything set up out at the house?"

"Yes," Willie said, eyeing the carpet with his head lowered. "It's all set up."

"Where's Connie?"

"She's out there," Willie replied.

"Good. Tonight we dump that bastard for good, Willie. Hello, Virginia?" she said, placing the instrument at her ear and removing her hand.

"Hi... how are you, my little lover? I've missed you."

"Oh? That's too bad," Lily replied, her tone brisk, all business.

"You're there, Lily. You're big. Television, magazines, newspapers-they're all full of the beautiful, angelic Lily Turpin."

"Yes..." Lily said, snapping her fingers at Willie, and pointing to the bar when, at last, she got his attention. "I know they are."

"I got the letter and the check, Lily," the other Woman said, her voice changing slightly to match Lily's.

"Good," she said, taking the drink from Willie and shooing him away with her hand.

"But I must admit I don't quite understand any of it."

"What's to understand?" Lily said. "You got your money back and a nice profit besides."

"That's just it, Lily. The letter says that's all the profit. I don't think Willie has informed you... We have an agreement. I invested in you. I plan on retaining that investment in more ways than one."

"Virginia"

"Yes."

"Fuck your agreement. That's all you get."

"Lily, I think you should talk to Willie..."

"I don't need to talk to Willie, Virginia. Willie does what I tell him.

"Lily!" Virginia shouted. "When we were together before, I didn't plan on it being just a one-night stand! I like your body. .I plan to have it all to myself when you finish your-"

"Virginia-" Lily said, interrupting with exasperation in her voice, but being shouted down in turn by the other woman.

"SHUT UP! I also invested in you with the idea of making a great deal of money. I plan to do just that, Lily."

"Virgin "Lily said, her voice suddenly full of sweetness and light. "FUCK OFF!"

She dropped the phone back on its cradle and took a long pull from her drink.

"Lily," Willie said, his forehead creased into a deep frown, "you shouldn't do that to her."

"Shut up!"

"I'm telling you-"

"You tell me nothin'. Now shut up and bring the fucking car around!"

Connie Hastings was ready and waiting for Lily when the big limo drove up the drive and pulled into the carport. She stood in the open doorway with the light from behind her shining through the thin, gauzy material of her nightie. Lily moved her own pussy around impatiently on the car seat when she saw the other girl's body, as perfect as her own, outlined beneath the gown. She could even see the dark tangle of pussy hair where it hung down between her thighs.

This was another reason she wanted nothing more to do with Virginia Marsh. In her weeks and months of sex exploration, Lily had become more and more attracted to girls and youth of her own age. After Sheila there had been a few other, older women. Increasingly, Lily had grown tired of them. She wanted them younger and younger. Even younger than she herself was, if possible. The thought of spending any great length of time with Virginia Marsh or any other woman that age completely turned her off.

Lily had gone to the trouble of renting this house, far out in the country, for just this night. For five days now Connie had slept under the same roof with her and followed her around like a fawning cat. Lily had found her pleasures elsewhere, wanting the young girl to be virtually in a state of total lust and frustration when the perfect evening presented itself.

And tonight was that perfect evening. -

The week's account would be gone over and checks made out this night. Lily had instructed Steven to meet her at the house. They would do it there, she said, because she was tired. Willie had already set up all the recording equipment to Lily's specifications.

All that was left now was getting Connie hot and ready to fuck Steven when he arrived.

"How did it go?" Connie asked, when Lily got to the door.

"Wonderful," Lily replied, leaning over and giving the girl a joyful surprise by kissing her full and hard on the lips instead of the usual, sisterly peck on the cheek, as had been her custom on the previous evenings.

"Oh, boy," Connie giggled. "You never kissed me like that before. This could turn into an orgy."

"It just might," Lily said. "You've been wanting to learn about everything, Connie. You've said you've been a virgin long enough. Well let's go up to the bedroom. I think tonight is the night that you start to learn.

"Sit there ... I'll fix us a little something special to drink," Lily said, "right after I change."

She moved to a closet and quickly stripped the tight gown from, her body. It peeled off her like a second skin and left her totally naked in front of a full-length, three-sided mirror.

In the mirror, over her shoulder, she saw Connie's eyes raptly drinking in her body. It suddenly struck her that they had never been in a bedroom alone together before and Connie had never seen her naked.

She knew herself when she looked at a woman. It might be with curiosity or lust. But Connie looked at her with love and longing. It almost made her embarrassed for the first time in her life.

Dismissing it as just curiosity, for the time being, Lily donned a sheer, filmy peignoir that was as transparent as it was expensive.

It was carefully cut to outline all the good points of her body. When she turned back into the room towards the bar, she noticed that Connie didn't miss any of those points.

When Lily returned with the drinks, she lowered the room's lights until the atmosphere took on an aura of romantic other-worldliness. She handed Connie a drink, leaned over and kissed the girl firmly on the lips.

Lily expected some surprise, perhaps even a hesitancy or holding back. Instead she was surprised herself when Connie reached up with both her hands and gingerly caressed both of Lily's swaying tits. The girl's hot tongue shoved between her own lips, making Lily suppose that the whole evening was going to be more excitement than she had really expected.

At last, Lily wriggled up for air. She stood in front of the other girl and shook her head. "Whew," she exclaimed, "I thought you said you were a virgin."

"I am," Connie cooed, "and I always will be in that sense ... but not for you, Lily. I'll do anything with you."

Without pursuing the point, Lily set her drink down and carefully slipped out of the peignoir. The soft light flowed through the negligee that remained in such a way as to accentuate her boobs and make them appear even larger and firmer than they already were.

"Stand up, Connie," Lily said. "I'm going to take your clothes off."

"Yes.. I want you to, Lily. I want to love you. I want to feel your breasts like this. I want to squeeze them."

Again Lily was surprised by the girl's open and sudden desires. Her nipples jumped to tautness under the girl's hands and she felt the beginnings of an unmistakable flow of juices in her pussy.

They stood closer together and, as if on cue, began undressing each other completely, stroking tits, thighs, hips, and pussy mounds, in the process.

Finally they both stood naked-two beautiful female animals. Lily could feel the tension and excitement in her own body but what was more surprising was the fact that she could sense and see it in the other girl's. She was as excited at seeing Lily's naked body as Lily herself would have been seeing a long, thick, naked cock.

"Now, Connie," Lily said, taking the girl by the shoulders and pulling her down, down to her knees, until her face was in a direct line with Lily's curling, blonde muff. "There . . . now, kiss me here, very gently. Tickle my cunt hair with your nose . . . like that. That's it. Now spread my legs a little with your hands. There! Now kiss me harder. Harder, Connie, harder! Now faster, faster with your tongue, Connie... now, stick it up in my hole. Put your tongue up into my pussy! Oh, my God!"

The girl's entire head was buried between Lily's spread thighs. Her tongue worked like a demon and her jaws pumped away, up and down, as she used her whole mouth on Lily's juicy snatch.

Suddenly, Lily's whole body jerked in a convulsive spasm of pleasure and she found herself flat on her back on the floor.

"Oh, Jesus I've wanted you, Lily," the girl chanted. "I've wanted you for so much and for so long. I love your beautiful body. I love tits and cunt. I love to suck and eat pussy. I've known it since I was a little girl, Lily. Men disgust me. . . they scare me. I'm' a virgin, Lily, and I'm yours. I never, never want a man.. . just a woman, just you."

She concluded her speech by uttering little groans of pleasure. With her head thrown back and her lips bared to display even white teeth, she mewled her lust for Lily in particular and women in general.

And then Lily knew. It wasn't just sex and lust for this girl. It was a woman. She was a complete lesbian, like Virginia Marsh. Just the idea of an orgy without a cock involved in it repulsed Lily, completely turned her off. But a whole new plan for getting rid of Steven came to her as the girl worked frantically over her body. She decided to enjoy the present because later in the evening she would add a new page to her book of sexual education-rape.

Connie's hands clawed Lily's body with the heat of ultimate passion. She parted Lily's thighs with her hand and shoved her head into the pulpy mass of her cunt. Her tongue snaked out at once between the silky twat lips and searched like a viper for the blonde girl's throbbing clit.

Lily watched Connie's large boobs sway beneath her chest as she worked her body up between the preacher woman's legs. Again the tongue drove like a miniature trip-hammer into her cunt. Lily let fly a cry of delight and gripped the girl's head. She pulled it more firmly into the heat of her wet crotch and ground her clitoris against anything it touched.

Faster and faster Connie fucked her young, supposedly inexperienced tongue in and out of Lily's pussy. The tongue became an excited prick that did more than tease and suck cunt juices. It came alive and fucked until Lily became just as excited and caught up in the lesbian love as her partner.

"Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes, suck my cunt!" Lily screamed. "Fuck my cunt with your tongue! Fuck it! FUCK IT!" She slammed upward with her hips and spread her legs as if she would swallow all of Connie's sweetly invading face in her heated pussy.

"Let it come!" Connie urged. "Let it come in. my mouth ... give it to me. . . give me your come! Come big for me, Lily, my darling. Oh, how I'm going to love you. GIVE ME YOUR COME!"

Back, far back, into Lily's steaming snatch went the girl's talented tongue. She alternated, working her hard tongue into both Lily's asshole and her cunt. The tip probed like a hot poker, licking up the steaming juices and sucking them with greedy sounds into her throat.

"Never," Connie mumbled around the hair and pulpy lips of Lily's pulsing cunt. "I never want to stop, Lily. I never want to stop sucking and tongue-fucking your cunt, your beautiful, slippery cunt."

"There.. . it's there!" Lily gasped, her ass and hips violently bucking her cunt up and over the glorious, driving tongue. "I'm coming! Oh, shit, Connie, I'm creaming! I'm creaming like hell! Suck my juice, honey! Suck my cunt till it's sucked. dry!"

When Lily heard Steven's voice in the downstairs hall, she pulled her head from between Connie's wide-spread thighs, found the peignoir, and buttoned it over her naked body.

Jesus, she thought, looking down at the smiling sleeping girl, what a session that had been. She had come furious1y. Then, before she even realized. Connie was straddling her face, nearly choking her and drowning her with her pussy. Connie had barely come herself when she had insisted on a wild sixty-nine session that ended only when both of them had spent themselves in a glorious come all over each other's faces.

After checking her hair and reapplying her make-up, Lily joined Steven in the downstairs den. He was already at the desk, working, as she entered.

"Would you like a drink?" she asked.

"I already helped myself," he said, holding up a tall glass half-full of liquid and no ice. "Twice, as a matter of account."

"I was busy," Lily replied, pleased that he already looked a little high. The whiskey would help break down any fears or inhibitions he might have later.

"Who is it this time? Anyone I know?"

"Yes," Lily replied, moving to the desk and standing at his shoulder, "as a matter of fact. It's Connie Hastings."

She thought he would immediately chastise her for being such a fool. But instead he barely nodded and said, "I thought you didn't go the straight lez route ... only in a threesome."

"Oh, yes," she said, drawing her words out for emphasis. "But there wasn't anyone around, at the time, for the third."

"Yeah? Where's Willie?"

"Out," she said. "Besides, I'm getting bored with Willie."

"That figures. You get bored eventually with everyone, Lily."

Even though his manner was curt and he kept averting his eyes from the full triangle of her beaver at his shoulder, Lily could tell he was getting aroused. It had been a long time since she had let him fuck her and she knew he craved her body like a drunk craves his drink.

"She's a beautiful girl," Lily said. "Almost as beautiful as I am. . . and her pussy is delicious, Steven." She moved her body closer to him, crouched slightly, and rubbed the wet fur of her pussy up and down against his arm. "I would like a threesome tonight, Steven."

His hand was shaking visibly as he lifted the glass and emptied it in one long swallow.

"Here," she said, "I'll get you another."

She returned with the drink and started to work on him again, fly the time that drink was finished, she had his shirt off and his cock out of his trousers.

"Remember the last time you fucked me, Steven? Remember when you shoved this big, beautiful thing up my ass? You do have a beautiful cock, Steven."

"Why all this sudden change of heart, Lily?"

"I need to fuck.. . I want your cock. And besides, I. think I've been too hard on you. You were right, Steven, I do need you."

Slowly but surely, she convinced him with soothing words, just as she aroused him with her hands, her tongue, and her body. She had him right on the edge of sexual insanity and she knew it.

Steven would like nothing better than to drop to all fours and bury his lips in that soft, deliciously pulsating split between her trim thighs. He actually hated this child-woman, but he also craved her body. He longed to have her suck him down, down into a whirlpool of passion and pleasure.

Lily grinned up at him coyly, measuring his response as she moistened her pink lips with the wet tip of her tongue, rolling it slowly, tantalizingly from side to side. "Do you want me, Steven?"

"Yes," he growled. "Yes god damn it'

She took him by the hand and pulled him over towards the sofa. She curled both her bare arms around his back and pulled him down onto her as she fell back onto the sofa. He sprawled helplessly against her exciting, quivering nakedness. She opened her smooth thighs as they fused together. Then she clamped them tightly around one of his legs. He gasped at the feel of her incredible body, the warm suppleness of her flesh, the eager firmness of her thighs. As their lips smashed hotly together, their tongues alternately pushing and pulling, she ground her cunt mound hard against his rigid cock.

His eyes rolled up as his head lolled back against his shoulders. His sight was hazy and his mind was reeling with the odor of her juice floating up to his nostrils from her seething cunt. He wanted to fuck her. . . wanted to fuck her more than anything now. But that wasn't what excited him the most, what fanned this incredible burning desire in his cock. It was her passion, her own unconcealed, unashamed lust for his body, for the satisfying thrust of his eager prick into the snug, warm sheath of her cunt.

With the smoothness of her naked thigh and the firm, gentle mound of her twat, she ground against him teasingly, stirring an incredible agony of lusting passion in his mind and body. It filled his already swollen nuts with a seething inferno of boiling sperm. He felt as though he would burst forth at any second and spurt his raging jizz over her naked belly instead of into her cunt where he wanted it.

"Talk to me, Steven. . . tell me!" she gasped, pulling her tongue from his mouth.

"I.. . I want, yes, I want you, Lily. Damn it to hell, I can't help myself. I want you."

"What do you want, Steven?"

"I want to fuck you."

"Are you hot, Steven? Is your cock hard and hot?"

"Yes ... yes. Oh, God, yes. Lily," he moaned.

"Good," she said, moving slightly away from him and taking his hand in hers. "Then let's go up to the bedroom."

CHAPTER TEN

"Isn't she beautiful?" Lily said, dropping her own robe to the floor and staring down at Connie's sleeping form.

"Jesus... yes," he said, pulling the last of his clothes from his body.

"Fuck her, Steven!" Lily said, suddenly taking him off his guard.

"I want you, too, Steven, but I want you to fuck her first. . and then me. I want to watch you pour your big cock into her cunt."

Between the whiskey he had consumed and the aroused condition of his body, brought on by Lily in the room below, Steven had no caution or control left. His cock and his body needed satisfaction from any source.

He crawled between Connie's legs, spreading her thighs savagely with his own. He nuzzled his cockhead against the tight, elastic mouth of her cunt and shoved with all his might.

Nothing happened.

He growled in pain as his prick veered away from her cunny. Her hole was tight, virginal. He was positioning his cock a second time when she awoke.

"Steven!" she shouted. "a... what are you doing? No... NO! I don't want it! I can't take it! Please!"

"Go, Steven. . . hurry, fuck her!" Lily urged from the darkness somewhere at the foot of the bed.

Connie squirmed and fought against the hard arms that held her captive. Molding her easily with his greater strength, Steven crushed his mouth down on hers, drowning her objections in a brutal kiss. Connie was a woman, she had a cunt, a hole, and that was what he wanted and needed now a receptacle for his immediate lust.

She raked her nails across his face and bit his lips. Pushing with all the strength in her body, she managed to slip from beneath him and scramble away.

Quickly, before she could run, he reached out and grabbed her by the thighs, pulling her back down on top of him. His hands reached around her body and, cupping her heavy tits, he held her fast. His cock stuck straight up between her thighs.

Connie stared down at his prick in horror, her eyes wildly searching for escape. "Let me go... let me go, please. Leave me alone, Steven. Please leave me alone."

His massively rigid cock pressed like a huge, hot knife against her heaving belly. His hand slid boldly down to her crotch and touched the moistly quivering lips of her cunt. Finding the narrow, wet slit, he wormed his thick middle finger through her cringing cunt mouth.

Connie screamed both in frustration and pain. She was impaled on that hard substitute cock and there was nothing she could do about it. "I won't let you," she said, through tightly clenched teeth. "I won't."

"Oh, Damn," Steven growled, tweaking and kneading this girl's voluptuous boobs hands o he hunched his cock up between her thighs.

Steven ... please, don't, she pleaded, looking down at the huge head of his cock. Her eyes widened in honor as she realized for the first time the enormity of the fleshy rod. God, she thought, It would rip her to pieces if he tried to shove it up her tiny cunt.

"Just sit-back on his cock, Connie," Lily urged from the darkness. "It'll only hurt for a minute.. Then you'll love it."

"No. . . please!" Connie cried. "I ~~... I can't take it. I don't want it!"

"Son-of-a-bitch," Steven growled, his mind blinded by the need for her pussy. "I can't get it in her.

Connie moaned deep in her throat as she felt Steven's hotly searching finger sliding into her already fevered silt from behind. With the first contact between his finger and her erectly quivering clitoris, she wanted to scream.

She struggled with increased fright she felt her ankles being pulled outward and the cheeks of her ass settle down into his lap. Suddenly she was lifted again. She felt the head of his cock pressed tightly against her exposed labias. Hands were placed on the top of her naked hips and she was being pushed down, down, her defenseless, spread cuntlips coming dangerously close to the pulsing heed of his cock.

For Steven, it was like trying to hold a madly tense big animal. Her fingernails had dug long, bloody furrows in the tops of his thighs. Each time he lifted up in an effort to thrust his painfully proding cock in the depths of her cringing young pussy, she writhed any from him. Even with Lily pushing down with all her strength the young girl was almost too much to handle.

Damn it, he thought, he would soon go out of his mind unless he could heave his straining cock up inside the struggling little bitch's sweet, tight cunt.

"Hold her tight," Lily said, and crouched to her knees. She peered up at the squirming mouth of Connie's pussy. Her cunt was still soaked and seeping little drops of moisture from being sucked previously by Lily. Just below the hairy slit of Connie's cunt, Lily could see the massively throbbing head of Steven's cock.

She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing length of meat. She felt it grow harder as she touched it. Slowly she guided it towards the helplessly cringing entrance to Connie's cunt.

Above her, Steven was pushing downward on the girl's quivering hips, closing the gap between cock and cunt.

Connie groaned loudly. She realized that all her struggles had been in vain, as she felt the heatedly pulsating prick teasing against her twat lips. Her muscles had begun a violent trembling as she drew on her last source of resistance. The intolerable pressure at the fevered opening of her tightly clenched young pussy grew and grew as the awesome knob attempted to make its brutal penetration. Finally, with a loud sob of desperation, she felt her shuddering leg and back muscles giving way, and the heavy, fleshy thickness of his dick forcing itself just up inside her vainly resisting cunt hole.

She screamed out in total pain. Nothing had ever stretched her so wide up between her legs before. It was like a whole fist being hammered up inside her cunt. She screamed once more as Lily released her hold on Steven's lustfully throbbing cock and put hot hands on her squirming hips and pushed down.

"Oh, Jesus, it's killing; killing me! It's splitting me apart!" she yelled, feeling the hotly jerking rod burrowing slowly but surely up into her tightly resisting cunt. "Oh, p... please, stop. . . stop!"

The girl might as well have asked for mercy from a maniac. Steven's eyes were glazed from the overpowering lust that swept through his cock it ground into her bloody cuntal cavity. He could tell that Connie was close to the end of her strength, for her entire body was shaking from the effort she was expending.

Suddenly, with a loud groan of defeat, she went limp and moaned loudly as his rigidly pulsing cock went wild inside her torn snatch. Up, up, up it went, deep into the heaving pit of her no longer resisting belly. Connie no longer had even the strength to protest. She realized that at least his prick had gone as far up inside her as it could go. She could feel her own naked butt resting hard against the top of his huge, muscular thighs.

The pain was intense, quickly becoming more than she could stand. She could feel every muscular ridge along the heated length of his cock pressing into her frantically working cunt walls.

She felt the muscles in her stomach go soft as his throbbing cock flexed deep up inside her painfully filled snatch. Silently she groaned, not wanting to give him the pleasure of hearing her shriek any more.

She sobbed and grunted helplessly as he started a series of long, brutal fuck strokes that drove his hammering cock in and out of her bruised and bleeding sheath. Then she felt her body being and suddenly she was beneath him, taking the full brunt of his heaving strokes. She felt the full feeling of total despair and humiliation creeping in around her as a black fog took over her body.

Steven paid no attention to the fact that the girl beneath him was no longer conscious. He was crazed with total, inflamed lust. He lunged like a madman, shoving his cock up her torn hole in piston like strokes that threatened to skewer her body completely in two.

With loud screams of delight erupting from his contorted lips, he fucked into her with long, smooth thrusts. He drew his heavily pulsating prick out, almost to her twat lips on the backstroke, and then all the way to the end of her cunt on the forward stroke. He lunged so far into her hole that his sperm-filled balls slapped heavily and noisily into her nakedly spread ass crack each time he thrust himself forward.

Involuntarily, her cunt took over the passions of her body even in sleep as she began to twitch and writhe as he fucked into her. Her body broke out in a light fine sweat. Her nostrils flared sensuously and groans continued to come from her throat.

Steven lowered his chest onto hers, delighted as he felt himself supported by the twin cushions of her huge jugs. The two hard little nipples dug hotly into his skin. His hands were now free for other work. He slipped them down over her hips and cupped the firm, tensed globes of her ass. The smoothly curved moons were flexing and moving sensuously between his fingers as he pulled her cunt upward, closer to him. He pulled the crevice between her thighs wider and penetrated her stretched young cunt to wider and greater depths.

As he explored the mysteries up between her legs with his hands, one of his fingers passed over her asshole. It was soft and warm to the touch. He felt her body jerk away each time he touched the tiny ring of flesh. He jammed two fingers far up into her asshole.

Still completely out, Connie's legs started moving of their own accord. They climbed higher and higher on his back and she unconsciously spread them wider and used the muscles other inner thighs to pull his cock into her cunt more deeply. The room was filled with grunts and cries, plus the rhythmic sound of, naked flesh smacking against naked flesh.

The sounds and smells in the room also drove Lily to the point of near climax. She had jammed her fist up her cunt savagely, trying to duplicate the pain in her own pussy that she saw reflected in Connie's face. From her point of view, on the floor, she could see Steven's hard, glistening cock thudding in and out of Connie's helpless cunt. The pink, outer layer of her box clung to his cock as it was withdrawn and disappeared as the shaft again lunged into her gaping hole.

The room suddenly echoed with a shrill, piercing scream that blasted from Steven's lips with all the fury of released passion. His body tensed along its full, sweaty length. It arched high off the bed so that only his toes and his hands held him.

With another unconscious groan Connie's crotch pound up into his, fused them together in one writhing union. Her hands, on their own, locked on the firm, muscular buttcheeks and pulled his tool deeper into her snatch. Her whole body quivered with the agony of relief.

His cry trailed off to a whimpering moan of anguished pleasure as he let go the painful contraction that held his seething balls in check. A raging torrent of hot jizz poured from the confines of his swollen nuts. He felt the current race along the shaft of his prick, pause for an instant in the vibrating head, to spurt in an unending stream into the wildly gyrating girl's quivering belly. He shuddered, then again, and his balls were empty. He felt her body's taut muscles fade as she collapsed in a heap beneath him.

He fell forward onto her as Lily's cry of relief sounded behind him and he was strangely reminded that he wasn't alone in the room.

Suddenly the room was filled with blinding light and he heard a voice he knew so well.

"Bravo.., bravo, . . wonderful show."

"Virginia!" Lily cried, jumping to her feet. "What the hell. . .

"Simple, darling," the woman said, coming on into the room and calmly lighting a cigarette. "I was in town when I called you. Willie told me days ago about this little plan of yours to get rid of Steven ... so I just thought I'd use it to my advantage."

"Fat chance," Lily replied, puffing the peignoir from the floor and draping it around her naked body.

"Don't kid yourself, child," Virginia said, her voice low and calculated. "I've owned Willie for years. just like I owned your stepfather and I owned that son-of-a-bitch there." She motioned with her cigarette in Steven's direction.

"Is that true, Willie?" Lily asked, as he entered the room behind the woman.

"I'm afraid so, Lily," he said. "I tried to tell you.

"She's a bitch, Lily,' Steven said, crawling off the bed. "Once she gets into you, she never lets up.

"That's right, Steven. Now get out! And take that baggage on the bed with you."

"What will I do with her?"

"I don't really care," Virginia said. "But I suggest you find some way of putting her back together and getting her to her father in one piece or he'll probably kill you."

Steven wrapped a blanket around the sleeping Connie, lifted her in his arms and started for the door.

"And Steven.. ."

"Yes..."

"I told you years ago... no one gets the better of me in a business deal. I always find a way. I have those tapes. If I ever see or hear of you again, everybody will have them."

Without a word he passed out the door and soon the sound of his footsteps faded on the stairs.

"And now, Lily," she said, turning back to the blonde, "the little matter of our business arrangement."

"I told you" the girl replied.

"You don't seem to understand. I'm telling you. You have no voice in the matter any more. . . or choice. You're mine, Lily, whether you like it or not. Those tapes will be put in a safe-deposit box and you'll do exactly what I say. If you don't. . well they'll find their way to the right people. Do you want to go back to what you were before? Or worse?"

"What if I go along with you?" Lily asked.

"It won't be too bad, Lily," she said, throwing back her head and laughing loudly. "Someday I might even let you out once in a while."

"Then it would just be you all the time?" Lily asked.

"I told you, Lily ... you're mine. I own you."

"Fuck you, Virginia."

She lay on the lumpy mattress, watching another day fade into dusk. Her mouth felt like cotton and her head felt as though it would roll off her shoulders if she moved it.

Had it been a year? She wasn't sure. It seemed that every day that passed dimmed the memory of just how long it had been since that crazy, stupid evening. She cussed herself every time she thought about it, but she couldn't seem to completely not think about it. She glanced at the empty wine bottle on the floor beside the rumpled bed. She couldn't remember when she had finished it.

Her stomach was bloated and sick. The odor of cheap wine and vomit filled her nostrils as she pulled herself off the bed and careened towards the john. Finally she made it and stood, her head hanging limply over the sink. The front of her slip had hardened and stuck fast to her bra where she had thrown up on herself the previous night. Or had it been two nights ago?

She looked up briefly into the mirror and immediately closed her eyes on what she saw. The hair was dirty and stringy. The wrinkles around her mouth and eyes were getting deeper by the day, even by the hour, it seemed. One whole side of her face was bruised and turning a strange shade of blue. She cursed the man who had put it there, but she couldn't remember just which one he had been.

If only Virginia or Willie could see her now. fuck 'em, she thought, she was getting it her way, wasn't she? She was fucking whoever she wanted to, when she wanted to, wasn't she? She wasn't taking orders from that goddamn dyke, Virginia.

Searching inside the medicine cabinet, she found a tin with three aspirin. She made a mental note to buy more and then remembered she only had a dollar left in her purse... and she had better uses for that dollar than aspirin.

She bent low over the sink and drank from the faucet, forcing the three tablets down her throat. The odor and the pain in her head made her sicker. She stumbled backward and clutched at the wall. Her insides were heaving as she moved back into the singe room and headed for the bed.

She needed a drink. Maybe just one, with the dollar, would settle her down a little. She dumped the purse onto the bed and sorted out make-up and a comb. Using a small pocket mirror, she put some semblance of normalcy back into her hair and her face.

She had just pulled her skirt on and a sweater over her head when she heard footsteps in the hall and a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Lily?" came a man's gruff voice. so?"

"Flip said I might find you in."

He was tall, around fifty, with work clothes on and a two-day growth of beard.

"You came for a drink first?" he asked, puffing a pint from his pocket.

"Sure, she said, accepting the bottle and tipping it up to her lips. "Thanks," she said, handing it back to him.

He took a long pull and set it on the floor by the bed. "Well, shall we get started?" he said. "Hey!"

"Yeah?"

"You look familiar as hell, like some movie star or somethin'... you know that?"

"You probably seen me down on the street," she said shrugging. "I'm down there a lot."

"Oh.. . yeah, probably," he nodded, reaching down and unzipping his fly.

She watched him coming towards her, unfastening his belt as he walked. She could laugh in his face. She could kick him right in the balls. But she flopped instead back on the bed and pulled her skirt up.

His hand moved beneath the hem and tickled her pussy hair. He tugged the . light material upward. "You want to undress?" he asked.

"You care?"

"Nah ... it's okay this way."

The lumpy mattress pressed into her back. The smell of perspiration filled her nostrils. She felt him jam his fingers up her twat. His other hand held his hardened, throbbing cock between her spread legs. He pressed the bulbous head against her labias.

"You ready?" he asked.

"I'm always ready, honey," she said, smiling up at him half-heartedly.

Deep inside her body she felt a twinge of the old passions stir as his cock slid up into her hole. Blood rushed to her crotch as the muscles tightened along her thighs, and up into her cunt. Her legs spread wider as his balls slapped against her ass. He'd left his clothes on and his belt buckle was pressing painfully into her belly.

Suddenly, she wanted it; she wanted the pain and she wanted the satisfaction. She lifted her hips and thrust her pussy over his stiff cock as it trembled in her belly. She clung to him with her legs, with her arms. She urged him to fuck her harder, faster, demanding that she make it with him, demanding that he make her come.

He groaned as he shot his load into her snatch. She felt him pulling out of her cunt just as she had started to respond. His cock slipped out of her limply and her cunt puckered instantly at the loss of his thrusting meat.

She wanted it. But it was no use. He lay, panting on top of her like dead weight. Then he was up, zipping his pants and buckling his belt.

"Ten... right?" he said, fumbling with his wallet.

"Yeah," she said. "Ten."

He dropped a bill on the bed and walked to the door "You're pretty good, honey. I'll see ya around."

"Yeah, you're pretty good yourself," she said, not bothering to look at him. "Ill be around."

He left, and she dropped her hand to her pussy. She pushed two fingers between the soft folds of her cuntlips and started finger-fucking herself.

Ten minutes later she stopped hot and tired, realizing that it would do no good. She started to move off the bed, intending to go downstairs with the money and buy a drink, when she spotted the pint he had set on the floor. She picked it up and took a long pull. It was over half-full. She smiled to herself and started to take another drink when there was another knock on the door.

"Yeah?"

"Lily?"

"Flip said you'd probably be in." "Yeah.

"Well?"

"Well, what?" she said.

"Are you up for business... can I come in?" he asked.

"Why not?" she replied, pulling her skirt back up to her waist and lying back on the bed.

THE END
Reverend's Sinful Daughter ....(89k)    by Jason Cannon




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